Summary
My youngest daughter." "Yes, Father." "This Father swears. That at any cost I'll find your particular, complicated, and confusing ideal type!" "Yes, Father." The third Duchess Kiriel Empoleon of the empire's greatest knight family Empoleon, while responding without interest, thought, 'As if a person like that would exist when in the first place I made up that ideal type because I don't want to get married." But Kiriel overlooked two things. The first, her romantic father, if it's about his children, his spirit blazes with passion, and the second, in Condition 3, she didn't write exactly what kind of talent he must posses. "My youngest! This Father of yours! Finally in 10 years! Your ideal type! I found them of course!" At that, "Almost 300 years ago in the holy war! Although he's a sorcerer, who were the enemy of knights!" "I'm going to go lose my mind." "Huh?" "Nothing." The mess that I made, I have to clean it up,. "Relel, relellellou." "It's read Edwin Solite Reli-ge-use" "Relige... Anyways, why are you in here?!" First, I need to chase out that person with the hard name. The story of a woman who asked for a fake ideal type, and a man who is pretending to be that fake ideal type.
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