Child Rearing Journal of the Strongest Wiseman～About My Daughter Being the Cutest in the World～

We defeated the Snow Witch. One line.

I hope this is it, and congratulations.

Fiona asks in the carriage home.

"Chloe, are you okay?

You look worried.

"Well, I think it's okay"

I grabbed Polypoli and his cheek with my fingers.

Correction because Fiona is adding more anxiety to the condition.

"No, I'm absolutely fine."

Cut.

Like I'd tell myself.

I forgot I was obsessed with defeating Anastasia, but we were on our way to the Snow Witch Hall to help Chloe.

It was an important project to see if it could serve its purpose.

"But I could defeat Anastasia, but would that set Chloe free"

If you can't break the curse without killing Anastasia, it's quite difficult.

Mentally and physically.

Spiritually, there is a cross that says you have to kill people.

Physically the problem arises that the immortal witch must be defeated.

Either way, it was hard for me right now.

I'm on my way home thinking about that.

"- I can't help but worry about it here. Let's just go home and work out what to do."

If Chloe doesn't wake up, come back to Anastasia.

At that time, you can take the world's most powerful helper, - the master, and you can handle it.

I made a promise to meet the Snow Witch once.

A second visit shouldn't have any complaining muscles about who to take.

When I worked out the strategy, I opened the door to my home.

It was a long journey, but the carriage arrived at home.

Veronica, the Crown Princess who was accompanying her, bids farewell here.

"Unfortunately, I bid you farewell here"

Veronica shakes her daughter's hand with real regret and spares her goodbye.

It's like a lifetime goodbye, but my daughter tells her calmly.

"Um, I can see you anytime at the academy."

"Right, I'll see you at school"

Convinced Veronica rode into the carriage with adulthood and headed to her home.

Seeing that look lightly, me and Fiona rush to our house.

Because I missed Chloe as soon as possible.

Open the door rampantly.

Me and my daughter didn't just say so, we headed to the bedroom where Chloe would be sleeping.

But there was no Chloe there.

also a colored body.

Chloe, who should have slept in bed, had disappeared beautifully and thoroughly.

Fiona asks.

"Dad, Chloe's not here."

A voice accustomed to hearing to undo its fine voice is overwritten.

"Dear Sir, and Master Fiona, welcome home."

If you look, the girl in the maid's clothes was looking at this one.

She held the hoki in one hand and stared at this one with a strange look on her face.

"Chloe!

When Fiona screams like that, she rushes over and jumps into Chloe's chest.

I'm crying a little.

No, I'm crying. Fiona was showing tears she had never shown on this trip.

I was in tears that I had endured so far.

The appearance was both healthy and bullying.

He kept worrying about me and Veronica on the road.

That came here and exploded, or I guess I felt safe watching Chloe move and my tear glands loosened up.

You don't even seem to realize who you are, but you don't point it out.

It was only natural for a child to cry, let alone for Fiona to cry as much as she wanted without patience when she was happy or sad.

I often look at my daughter like a child.

Then I see Chloe, my long-time partner.

It's the usual made-up clothes.

I'm wearing the maid clothes I bought you when I came to this imperial capital.

No, an apron dress.

I stare, but no plant twat has come out of my chest.

I guess that means the curse of the Snow Witch has been broken.

That's what I'm guessing, Chloe broke her face.

"Dear Sir, thank you for inserting your life"

Pepper, and bow your head.

That's the word. Apparently Chloe knows what happened to her.

I thought I was completely unconscious, but apparently that was a misunderstanding.

When I tell her that, Chloe slowly shakes her head to the side.

"No, Chloe was completely unconscious, both when she fell and while she was falling. Even after the curse was broken, I was so blinded by what happened to me."

"Then who did Chloe ask that we went to break the curse?

It was Fiona who asked the question.

My daughter has her neck clenched, looking strange.

Fiona worried about "hmm".

I'm roughly guessing the answer, but my daughter's troubled figure is adorable, so I decide to keep quiet for a while.

In the meantime, I reinforce my thoughts.

My house is wrapped in the scent of Chloe's specialty dishes, beef stew.

This dish simmers beef suji, so it should take a whole day to cook.

Chloe would have purchased the information at least 24 hours ago.

The Snow Witch Hall takes a week from home.

In other words, the only person who could tell Chloe what was going on was someone who could come back faster than a carriage from that hall.

telling her daughter that tip, her daughter smiled like a spring snowmelt,

"Okay!

I said.

Fiona then speaks the name of the person.

"Your aunt told me."

When Fiona says so, she says, "Correct!" and the back door opens all the time.

From there comes the person I found out, Iris Seymour, who made him my master and Fiona's aunt.

When she saw our father and daughter, she said:

"Well done, we're back safe. My disciple, my niece."

Without sarcasm, it compliments me perfectly.

It feels kind of awkward, but I thank my master.

"Thank you, Master"

The master puts it in the words.

"Well, I'm not thankful."

I knew my master had treated Anastasia and then convinced me, but it seems my master is only going to keep quiet.

Sounds like a master, I thought so.

In the end, the Master was unable to enter the battle against the Snow Witch. Perhaps the master has feelings for it.

Perhaps you feel sorry for not being able to rush to the crisis of your lovely niece.

Speaking of masters, they seem to be masters.

So I decided not to dare touch that.

"Looks like you still have snow on your head, but I'll leave that matter alone"

"Hmm, that's wise."

"But it would be the master who took the twat that was wrapped around Chloe's heart. I thank you for that."

"The curse was broken when you defeated Anastasia."

"But it was the master who took the wreckage of the snail, wasn't it? Outreach, it's a hassle to take that. It takes a whole day."

"It was a troublesome task indeed"

"Our father and daughter can go home and eat Chloe's beef suji stew because our master has taken care of the task. I have to thank you for that."

When I say that, Fiona responds too.

"I have to thank you."

That's what my daughter says and winks, she pushes her master's back and takes him to the table seat.

Chloe brings pan layers and pans at the same time as the master takes his seat. Whatever's in it, it's the secret stew.

Fiona cages freshly baked bread from the oven and then brings the pickles in the cupboard. Homemade.

Meanwhile, I was out of hand, too, so I'll get some wine from the wine cellar.

It's a 654 year old white wine that my master likes.

My master was smiling happily when he saw the sight.

That night I drank alcohol with my master so rarely that I was drunk.

It was a momentum to drink up all the alcohol: red wine for white wine, fruit wine for ale and alcohol in the house.

It was enough for Chloe and Fiona to round their eyes.

"You're a rare father who doesn't usually drink too much alcohol."

"Right, it's been a long time since Chloe has seen such a drinker. This is 500 years of dating."

You both say that, but you poured alcohol on me without paying any particular attention.

In the meantime, Fiona and the others went out with my booze.

Regardless, Fiona is a minor, so no alcohol. With fruit juice, though.

We "family" enjoyed a small banquet until late at night.

That night...

The banquet is over, and my master and I get drunk.

"What are you gonna do with this drunk me?"

is the word of a witch who lived in 1200 years, but it was decided what to do, etc.

When I command Chloe, I throw my master into the guest room.

"Hey, straw sleeps with Fiona!

And, resisted to the end, but the intrusion did not go to the intoxicated witch, the mechanical girl, the holder of the suspicion, who snored straight to bed when she was thrown into bed in silence.

"Zzzzzzz, guh!

It was a lavish snoring that I didn't think was roughly female, but when it comes to being a master, it seems like a master.

My daughter seems to agree with that,

"Wow, you snore."

And laugh.

When she nods to it, her daughter blankets her navel rounded master.

We leave the room.

That's when he lends me his shoulder on a thousand feet.

When I indulge in the feeling of my daughter's little one, I leak these words.

"I feel kind of old at the top"

"Your father is still young."

"You don't have to say anything."

"Until I told you the truth."

My daughter laughs when she dulls.

I can hear that voice somewhere far away.

Why is my daughter so close?

With that in mind, a sleeper came to me, too.

When I left myself to it, I lost consciousness over my daughter's shoulder.

When I realized, I was in the woods.

There is a church in White Asia.

Some of the attendees saw a face.

Isma in harmonia, and there's a master.

There were all other students in my class, including the Dean of the College and other faculty, Veronica, etc.

Of course, there's our maid. She is a maid of honor even in these seats.

"Seats like this?

When I rebel, the rabbit-shaped sub who was lying next to me tells me.

"It's the wedding that starts now, the most beautiful bride in the world."

Who is the most beautiful bride in the world?

The rabbit disappeared at some point when I asked.

A girl in bright white bridesmaid clothes appears through the church door as she changes.

The girl - no, the woman was a woman I knew.

Or it was my daughter Fiona.

Growing up to be about 16-17 years old, my daughter wore bridesmaid's clothing with a smile on her face and was squeezing a bouquet made of colorful flowers in her hands.

Seeing that, I immediately detect.

"Well, is this a dream"

Then I'll be good at it.

That Fiona is growing, or that Fiona is growing but her classmates are not. The fact that the pitch-black witch is groovy and attending the wedding.

"It's been a long time since I've dreamed."

So crushing, the scene switches, as if to reinforce that this is a dream.

Lean Gorn!

The scene changed after hitting, and suddenly the climax scene, apparently the bridegroom, appeared.

The applause just cracks.

Totally loud with it and unpleasant, but still I wanted to see the bridegroom's face.

Scratch the crowd applauding the blessings and see the bride and bridegroom who would be walking on Virgin Road.

Incidentally, it has long been said that the dream of a wise man becomes a predictive dream that becomes reality.

I mean, there's a good chance that the person I'm going to see will be Fiona's bridegroom, or my stepson.

I would like to worship your face even if I thought so, but I couldn't even get close to my daughter.

"Damn, why not?"

I try desperately to scratch the crowd, but no matter how much scratch, I can't get close to Virgin Road.

Then I will try to fly through the sky like a magician, but the magic I speak of could only be vanished in vain.

I was a creator - that is, I felt God's malice, but still I scratched people without giving up and headed to my daughter's side.

Has God recognized my efforts?

When you squeeze your powers and scratch people, the light shines.

A crowd that had blocked the road until earlier broke in two and the road opened.

There's nothing to block between me and the bride and the bridegroom.

I opened my eyes and stared firmly.

The face of my daughter's loveliest companion in the world.

The face of the young man beside my daughter, the most beautiful in the world, was a known figure.

Who is that person?

In the morning, when I woke up, I forgot about the dream I had last night, etc.

I feel like I've had some important dreams, but I can't remember what that was about.

I feel like it was an important dream involving my daughter.

The door opens as I am about to arm myself on the bed with "hmm".

It was Fiona who emerged from it.

Fiona is "um, um" roaring. Ignoring me, she opens the window in the room with a light foothold that doesn't make her feel weighty.

Clean air and morning sun fill the room at once.

The sunlight lit my daughter's blonde hair and she looked like an angel.

When I see that, I disappear about dreams, etc.

I...

"Morning, Father."

And this is what I thought when I saw my smiling daughter.

Now, the title of the academic book that summarizes the research I'm writing about is decided.

"My daughter is about the cutest thing in the world."

Yeah, it's the perfect title.

When the wise man, who lived a thousand years, praised himself in his heart, he once again looked at his daughter in the audience.

Again, my daughter was the cutest thing in the world no matter how many times I saw her.