There is a composition in the Lean Grad School of Magic class.
The subject matter of the composition to be presented next week at the College, although not uncommon in the classroom itself, was about 'Father'.
Totally, it's a bad hobby subject.
I would like to change the subject matter under the authority of the teacher, but the instruction of the Principality Board of Education has given me the impression that it must be in the content.
What bothered me then was the content of the composition my daughter Fiona writes.
Though not proud, Thousand Years Sage Kate is a fallen student as a teacher, regardless of being a sage.
Usually, I don't have a lot of classes, I just repeat myself and experiments.
He also reads books while sleeping on the couch at home or is stuck in a lab.
Regardless, I value my time with my daughter and try to spend time with her, but I was anxious to find out in that composition how much I valued my daughter's father
Kate asked Chloe, the maid, to sneak into her daughter's room and order her to steal a look at the composition.
faithful and poor maid, smiling,
"No, sir."
I let it go.
I don't remember putting a feature against the Lord in the maid of this machine doll, but the maid, Chloe, says, is so worried.
"Chloe is a mechanical doll made just like that. Therefore, I always think of Sagittarius the most. What happens if you steal your daughter's composition, and that's what happens to Fiona?"
"Yikes, Dad, nice! Don't be..."
"Yeah, you won't hate it, but I wouldn't recommend it much"
"But hey..."
Still reluctant kite.
I can't help but understand Chloe's correctness and still care.
I get insomnia as it is.
Or, in fact, I haven't slept much in the last two days.
There are bears under Kite's eyes.
Chloe, who knew about it, went for a peek at her daughter's composition after she prefaced, "This is the only time," when she sighed loudly.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your help.
Next time, I'll raise the mechanical oil I give Chloe to one rank, and I dropped her off with that in mind.
- A dozen minutes later, she'll be back.
"So how'd it go?
And Chloe tells Kite to ask him to eat up.
"... uh, that's right"
Chloe, forwarding herself with sorrow, told me the circumstances.
My daughter Fiona sits at her study desk and writes compositions on the matter.
Chloe came with a sweet plug there.
Chloe never looked at the contents of the composition.
I couldn't do it exactly.
Because the composition was white.
Upon hearing that report, Kate looked like the end of the world.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Tsuruji."
"Shit, I must be scared of my daughter, too. I don't have anything to compliment you on, so I can't get my brush going."
"That's not true. I'm sure you're just not in the mood."
"Fiona brushes so fast. Enough for novelists to eat in the future. It's important that Fiona still can't write a composition like that."
"Then will you be a good teacher by revamping here? Every day, I classed properly, and I was discouraged from doing research."
Kate shakes her head flat to the side.
"Oh, I can't do that. There are things humans can and cannot do. So I'll do it from what I can."
and kite points to a piece of paper that is placed on the desk.
The flyer was a 'dragon exorcism' announcement.
"What's that?
"On the way home from the college, he was handed out in front of the Adventurer's Guild. Everything seems to have a ferocious dragon on the outskirts of this capital, and he's organizing a crusade at the nearby Adventurer Guild to crusade."
"I see, I mean, you're joining that crusade,"
"No way, I don't like herds. I'll go alone."
"One!? Are you expelling the dragon by yourself?"
"Are you going to?
Chloe says to a decent kite.
"That's reckless! Impossible! - But if you are second only to the six wise men in this world, you will do something about it."
"That's the thing. If I beat the dragon by myself, I guess my daughter's composition will move on."
"Probably."
"Then talk fast. I'll be right there."
and kite goes out lighter than decides on the breakfast menu.
Let Chloe get the magician's robe and weave it.
I don't even take a cane.
When you pop out the front door, you head straight to the outskirts of the capital with the magic of Flying and look for the dragons lurking in the woods.
The dragons were engaged with an adventurer party.
It was a high level party, but they are in a great struggle. But they were more ahead of schedule, watching the battle in silence but not settled inside, and Kate became frustrated.
That's where Kate talks to the party leader guy.
"Hey there warrior, I'll pay for this dragon exorcism, can you give me the right to defeat this dragon and the fangs of the dragon"
The man answers in panic. Because he was about to be slaughtered with dragon claws.
"Fool! Amateurs don't come here like this! They're gonna kill you."
"That's OK, right? Anyway, my daughter is a good girl. You'll be in bed at 9: 00."
When Kate says so, she casts a gentle spell and casts a Meteorite Drop spell on the dragon.
The dim sky, the dragon blows away with its meteorite as it falls with the roar from among the clouds.
A man staring at the sight flashly. Kate tells the man,
"The reward is yours, but the dragon exorcism feat is mine. As I will report to the Guild that Teacher Kite of Lean Grad College has defeated him."
Leaving behind, he took the fangs of the dragon and followed him home.
In the meantime it was about an hour in time.
Moreover, the actual battle is less than five minutes because the time spent round-trip is forty minutes and some of the time I was watching.
When Kate gets home, she tells Chloe that she has exorcised the dragon and goes to Fiona's room with dragon fangs instead of evidence and souvenirs.
My daughter was happy to receive it, but still can't quite complete the composition.
"Mm-hmm," he says, turning to his desk, haunting his head.
My daughter really can't seem to write a composition.
Kate panicked and talked to Chloe.
"Duh, why not? I've brought you such an easy souvenir story to write."
So moaning, Chloe told me with a laugh that she was dull.
"Don't worry, Lord Tsuruo. Fiona has nothing to praise, so she's not stuck in her composition."
"What do you mean?
"On the other hand, I'm worried because I love Sagittarius too much, and I want to write too much."
With that in evidence, Chloe brings the trash can.
There was a pile of sneezily rounded composition paper in there.
Stretch it out and read it, but the content was a sentence full of respect, love and affection for Kite.
"Master Fiona seems to really love Ruji-san. Five manuscript sheets appear to be the prescribed number of compositions, so they seem to be struggling with it."
I see, you love me too much to write the other way around.
Happily, it's a good word, but when I heard it, I couldn't do more than that.
I left my daughter's room in silence.
Later, a composition of my daughter was published. Its origins are:
"I love your father."
There was no twist whatsoever, but his father, who heard it, said he wept with delight.