Mag sat up on his bed, only to find a man sitting across him in a set of big bear pajamas, looking completely identical to him.

  The two of them stared at each other, and it was like looking into a mirror.

  If it weren’t for the fact that Mag had just woken up, he would have thought that he was still dreaming

  “Meow~” Ugly Duckling sat beside the bed, looking from one Mag to the other with a dumbstruck look on its face.

  “Heehee~” A joyful smile appeared on Amy’s face at the sight of Mag’s stunned expression.

  “What is this, Little Amy?” The answer to that question was quite apparent, but Mag still couldn’t help but raise it. This man sitting in front of him resembled him to a fault. He simply couldn’t imagine how Amy had made something like this.

  “This is a new spell I learned, Father.” Amy waved her little hand, and it passed right through the body of that “Mag”. She smiled as she continued, “Look! it’s fake, but I can make it look like it’s real. Master Urien asked me to manifest the most powerful thing I could think of, so I manifested you, Father! I can even change its clothes.”


  The “Mag” before him was then changed into a chef’s suit, then into black casual attire, and just when Amy was about to put a dress on it, he hurriedly stopped her, and said, “Alright, I’ve seen what you can do, and it’s indeed very impressive.”


  It was very impressive that Amy had such exemplary magical control, but that didn’t mean he was willing to cross-dress for her demonstration-even if it were just a manifestation of himself.

  “You also think it’s really awesome, right, Father?” Amy’s eyes lit up. However, she then looked at Mag with a conflicted expression as she continued, “But Master Urien told me that it’s best not to manifest you during battle.”


  “I think Master Urien is right to say that.” Mag nodded in agreement.

  Manifesting him would indeed result in a rather perilous situation in battle. All other magic casters manifested things like giant dragons and phoenixes; what was she going to do with a humanoid manifestation? Get “Mag” to chase giant dragons around while wielding a chef’s knife?

  Just the thought of it was bringing tears to Mag’s eyes. What kind of magic caster would do that?

  “Huh? So even Father doesn’t want to fight for me? You’re the most powerful and strongest in my heart, Father.” Amy pouted with a pitiable expression.

  “Alright, alright, you can use whatever you want; I have no objections at all!” Mag felt as if his heart were about to melt at the sight of Amy’s pitiable display, and he immediately caved in.

  How was he supposed to say no to a face like that?!

  Amy’s eyes lit up again as she asked, “Really?”


  “Of course.” Mag nodded earnestly. He then looked at the chef’s knife that “Mag” was holding, and suggested, “But I think maybe we should change the chef’s knife to a longsword, then throw a suit of armor on him. That’ll make him look a lot more gallant and dashing.”


  He clearly couldn’t change Amy’s mind about manifesting him in battle, so he could only try to do some damage control.

  “No.” Amy shook her head vigorously with a serious expression as she said, “I think Father is most gallant and dashing in this set of clothes, and you use that chef’s knife to create so much delicious food. This is the Father I love the most!”


  “Alright, whatever makes you happy.” Mag decided to just let Amy do whatever she pleased. For his adorable little daughter, he was willing to relinquish his dignity!

  “Yay!” Amy jumped on the bed happily. Ugly Duckling had just struggled its way halfway up the bed when it was flung off the side of the bed. It rolled over several times along the carpet before looking up at Amy with a pitiable expression.

  “Ugly Duckling, are you unhappy with me?” Amy asked in a slightly dangerous tone.

  “Meow~” Ugly Duckling immediately rolled to its feet before urgently shaking its head.

  Mag took a glance at his bedside alarm clock, only to find that it was 5 am sharp. He smiled as he stroked Amy’s hair before helping her change into her clothes. “Alright, seeing as we woke up early today, let’s get up for an early morning.”


  After brushing their teeth, Amy asked, “Big Sister Babla is still sleeping. Should I go and wake her up?”


  “Let her sleep for a while longer. There’s still a lot of time before she has to get up for work.” Mag shook his head with a smile in response. He made his way downstairs and began to prepare the ingredients for the morning service.

  “Ugly Duckling, I have something really cool to show you.” Amy squatted down in front of Ugly Duckling. She hid one hand behind her back with a mysterious look on her face.

  “Meow!” Ugly Duckling’s eyes widened as it jumped up and down, eagerly trying to catch a glimpse of what was in Amy’s hand.

  “Don’t blink!” Amy placed her hand in front of Ugly Duckling. The latter took a sniff at her hand before taking a couple of steps backward where it stood, ready to pounce.

  “Whoosh!”


  Amy spread open her hand and a colorful little bird emerged, flying right over Ugly Duckling’s nose.

  Ugly Duckling was just about to jump into the air, but hesitated momentarily before tumbling to the ground. It stared at the little bird flying in the restaurant with a stunned expression for a while before standing up again, and chasing the bird around the restaurant.

  “Go, Ugly Duckling!” Amy cried happily amid peals of tinkling laughter.

  “A bird?” Just as Amy and Ugly Duckling were having the time of their lives, Babla came downstairs and caught sight of the little bird. She hesitated momentarily before raising her hand to seal it with her spatial magic, preparing to release it outside.

  “Pffft-“


  However, the ensnared little bird only struggled for a few seconds before disappearing in a cloud of purple mist.

  “An illusion?” A hint of surprise appeared on Babla’s face. She was still a little drowsy, having just gotten out of bed, but the little bird was extremely life-like and possessed extremely feeble magic waves, which made her unable to identify it correctly at the first possible moment. All of this indicated a high level of manifestation magic proficiency of the magic caster.

  Ugly Duckling stopped cold in its tracks before looking around with a confused expression.

  “You caught it!” Amy’s eyes widened as she turned to Babla. A thought then occurred to her, and she pointed her finger in Babla’s direction.

  Babla was just wondering where that illusionary little bird had come from when she turned around and discovered that Mag had appeared beside her, completely without her noticing

  “Wah! When did you get there?!” Babla took a few steps back as she glowered at Mag with a frightened look, wondering how he was able to tread so silently.

  “Hahaha-“


  Amy was rolling with laughter.

  “What happened?” Mag heard the commotion and poked his head out of the kitchen. He looked at the “Mag” behind the counter, then at the frightened Babla, and chuckled. “Amy, don’t play pranks like that.”


  “So it was another illusion.” Babla finally came to her senses as she turned to appraise the extremely life-like rendition of Mag. Aside from the fact that there was no soul within its eyes, it was completely identical to a real person.

  What amazing aptitude! Babla turned to Amy with a hint of awe in her eyes.