Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Mag put Amy to bed after he bathed her and Ugly Duckling, and told her a bedtime story.
He pecked her on the forehead and smiled as Amy slept with the kitten. He found that he really loved playing with his daughter.
Mag got in bed and switched off the light, excited. She’ll have her first magic class tomorrow. Oh, she needs to wear a robe.
Mag wanted Amy to stay by his side forever, but he couldn’t give her what she needed to survive in the world. She has to become strong to protect herself and the ones she loves.
And I’m sure she will.
“System, I need a robe.”
“I don’t care what you need. I’m here to help you become the God of Cookery. I’m not your supermarket!” the system said angrily.
I thought you are… Mag thought. He didn’t say it, though. “Tomorrow is Amy’s big day,” he said, smiling. “I need a robe that is different but not that different, conspicuous but not that conspicuous, loose but not that loose. Can you do it? Just name your price.”
The system fell silent. At last, it roared, “I will give you a cubic robe that looks spherical. How about that, huh?!”
Mag raised an eyebrow. I guess I asked for too much. He thought for a while, and said, “Let me see the pictures.”
The system didn’t reply, but the pictures appeared in Mag’s head anyway.
The system did have a wide range of robes. There were long robes like the ones on Krassu and Urien, short ones which would favor close combat, and cute colorful ones which looked like dresses.
“Who the hell wears Taoist robes or monk robes?! Are Taoists and monks even magic casters?!” Mag sneered.
“They are in a way, I think.”
“Oh, can they make a fireball?”
Then the Taoist robes and monk robes disappeared.
Mag looked over all the pictures and picked a slim-fit bluish purple dress, a pair of black stockings, black boots, and a black-and-red cape with a hood.
Amy will definitely look cute in these. When the system said it would cost him 30 gold coins, Mag didn’t even blink, and directly bought two sets. The other set was all black; she would look like a Gothic Lolita in it.
“Thank you. The clothes will be ready in five minutes,” the system said cheerfully.
“Put them in the wardrobe. If you make a mistake this time, I’ll never buy anything from you again,” Mag warned. “Damned system,” he muttered.
“Rest assured, no mistakes this time,” it answered quickly, pretending it hadn’t heard him curse.
Mag set the alarm for 5 AM. He took a look at Amy to make sure she didn’t kick her quilt, then he turned off the light, and went to sleep.
“Father, wake up! I’m late for school,” Amy called out before the alarm even went off. Mag struggled to open his sleepy eyes and saw Amy on his bed, jumping merrily. “I’m going to school!”
“Meow, meow,” the kitten cried, trying to climb onto the bed. It appeared Amy had kicked it off again.
Mag was suddenly wide awake when Amy accidently stepped on his hand. He withdrew it; it was a little numb.
He took a look at the time. It was 4:50. “It’s still early. You can sleep some more,” he said with a wry smile as Amy danced on his bed. He could understand her excitement since today was her first day of school; he was really happy.
Amy shook her head. “No, Father. I want to wear a pretty dress; also, please do my hair!” Her face was red, and she didn’t feel sleepy at all. “Where is the school?”
“You’ll be studying in the Chaos School today,” he answered, getting up.
Amy’s mouth gaped open. “Really?”
“Yes.” He touched her head and made for the wardrobe.
“Great! I can play with Daphne!” She jumped up. The shock of her landing sent the kitten off the quilt and upside down on the floor. It gave a despairing look.
Mag nodded, smiling. “Yes. After the class, you can play with your friends.” Then he opened the wardrobe and turned to look at Amy mysteriously. “Guess what you’ll be wearing to school today.”
“A pretty dress?” Amy asked, expectant.
“A pretty robe.” Mag took the dress and cape out of the wardrobe.
“Wow, they’re so beautiful, Father!” Amy said, eyes shining with excitement. “Can I try them on?”
Mag nodded. “Of course.” He helped Amy put them on.
The dress and cape felt comfortable. According to the system, they were fireproof to a certain extent since it had used the fireproof fabric. Yet, it still remained to be seen whether or not they could stay unharmed from Amy’s fire.
The sleeves and the hem of the bluish purple dress were trimmed with lace. Amy put on the black stockings and black leather boots, and the black-and-red cape fell just below her knees. Such a cute little magic caster!
