Miki No Wife, No Problem: A Mage's Life with His Beloved Daughter Volume 1

1. Auflage 2025
ISBN: 978-1-7183-0674-5
Verlag: J-Novel Club
Format: EPUB
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E-Book, Englisch, Band 1, 250 Seiten

Reihe: No Wife, No Problem: A Mage's Life with His Beloved Daughter

All hail the world's strongest magical father-daughter duo!

Light Marquinas is a legendary S-class mage, respected across the land for his unmatched magic. Dedicating himself entirely to his craft gave him fame and power, but also a lonely life. After forty years of being single and giving up on ever finding a partner, Light makes a divine contract to ask for one thing: a child of his own.

His wish is granted with Lucia, a daughter born from his own blood-and she's no ordinary girl. Blessed with divine magic beyond her father's, Lucia is destined for greatness.

Battling monsters? No problem. Protecting the kingdom? Easy. But one smile from Lucia, and this top-tier mage turns into the world's biggest pushover. Whether it's slaying monsters, protecting kingdoms, or just watching over her as she grows, Light will do anything for his precious little girl.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Miki, Nazuna

Weitere Mitwirkende

Ox

Speed, Jessica

Leseproben

Chapter 1: My Own Flesh and Blood

The sky was a brilliant blue, the light of the afternoon sun streaming down as I knelt in the city church, offering my prayers to God.

With my hands clasped before the holy statue and my eyes closed, I focused on my silent devotions. The still air around me was filled with quiet chattering.

“Finally done! Let’s go grab a drink.”

“A drink, huh? Sorry, I’m broke this month.”

“What? Just ask your wife for a little extra allowance.”

“Are you insane? If I asked her that, she’d start throwing plates again. Do you have any idea how much of a pain it is to clean up broken dishes?”

One by one, those who only prayed for the sake of routine slowly drifted out of the church. I eventually finished my own prayers.

Rising to my feet, I turned and made my way toward the priest sitting quietly in the corner of the room. He sat behind the table with perfect posture, his back straight as a rod.

I stepped up to him and spoke across the table.

“I’d like to make a donation,” I said.

“Thank you as always, Light Marquinas,” he replied. “Please sign here.”

He was someone I’d interacted with many times before. As he spoke, he opened the notebook I had come to call the “donation ledger”—although I had no idea what its official name was. I took the pen, wrote down my name, and filled in the amount I was donating. Then, I retrieved a pouch of coins from my pocket and placed said amount on the table.

“Much appreciated. Oh? More than usual this month.”

“I got a bit extra from work, so I figured I’d pay in advance.”

“Advance...? Oh!”

The priest seemed to realize something. He flipped through the pages of the notebook, checking through the past entries. After a moment, he looked back up.

“You’ve definitely reached the required amount. I apologize for not noticing sooner.”

“It’s no problem.”

“What would you like to do? Since you’re paying in advance, does that mean you’d like to proceed right away?”

“I would.”

“Understood. Please give me a moment.”

“Of course. Thank you.”

I gave him a nod and watched as the young priest stood and disappeared into the back room.

In this day and age, a man who wanted a child had two options. The first was to marry a woman and have a child the normal way. The second was to donate to the church and be granted a divine child.

Both methods had their pros and cons, but for someone like me—who had gone forty years without any connection to women and had instead put my focus toward becoming an S-class mage—there was only one real choice.

I had made my decision three years prior. Month by month, I’d saved up, steadily donating from my earnings. And today, on my fortieth birthday, I had finally reached the required amount.

A quiet thrill ran through me. When it came to divine children, public opinion was divided. Those who had never gone through the process dismissed the idea entirely. “That’s not your real child,” they’d say. “Buying a child with money is wrong.” But the men who had actually been granted divine children insisted otherwise. Many claimed they felt a stronger bond with them than they ever could with a child born from a human woman.

I couldn’t help but wonder—what was the truth? I was dying to find out.

The anticipation was almost unbearable. What would it truly feel like to know, without a doubt, that there was a child out there in the world whom I could call my own?

As I waited, the young priest eventually returned.

“Marquinas, thank you for your patience. Everything is ready. Please, come this way.”

“Understood.”

I followed him down a quiet hallway as he led me to a spacious chamber deep within the church. It was an awe-inspiring space, nearly a temple in its own right, filled with a solemn, almost sacred, atmosphere.

At the center of the room sat several boxes. Standing before them was an elderly man, his face lined deeply with age.

“I’ve brought Light Marquinas,” the young priest announced.

“Thank you. You may go.”

“Yes, Father.”

The young priest left, and once we were alone, the old man turned to me.

“My name is Eldary. I’m the priest entrusted with overseeing this church.”

“Light Marquinas,” I stated in turn.

“Sir Marquinas. Just to confirm—are you certain that you desire a divine child?”

“Yes.”

I answered without hesitation. It was a resolve I’d made years ago. If all he wished to hear was a or a , there was only ever one answer I could give.

“Understood. Then...”

Eldary clasped his hands together and began chanting a prayer. Suddenly, a radiant magic circle appeared near the ceiling. It was the first time I had ever witnessed divine magic in action.

The magic used by ordinary people and the divine magic wielded by clergy were considered to be entirely different. The biggest distinction was that regular magic summoned its magic circle at the caster’s feet, while divine magic manifested above, floating over the caster’s head. Truthfully, divine magic apparently wasn’t considered “magic” at all. But since I was a simple mage, not a priest, I wasn’t very educated on the nuances.

As Eldary’s magic activated, something resembling a glowing, translucent sheet of paper appeared between us, hovering in midair.

“Please read this and press your thumb upon the page when you’re ready.”

“What does this mean? Is it basically saying I can’t tell anyone what happened here?”

“That is correct. This is a contract with God. Should you speak of what happens in this room, divine punishment—nay, heaven’s wrath itself—will fall upon you immediately.”

I swallowed nervously.

“It’s a necessary precaution to protect the divine child. Of course, you can still back out now if you wish.”

“So...as long as I don’t tell anyone about the contract, there won’t be any issues, right?”

“Yes. That’s all it’s asking, essentially.”

“I understand.”

I nodded and gave the divine contract one final read-through. As Eldary had just said—if I spoke of this to anyone, heaven’s wrath would befall me. But simply keeping quiet didn’t seem like an issue. With that in mind, I reached out and pressed my thumbprint onto the glowing contract. It then dissolved into a ball of light and floated upward, as if being drawn into the heavens.

“Then, let us begin.”

“All right.”

“First things first...”

Eldary retrieved a leather pouch from a box. Its shape was unmistakable: a classic coin pouch, heavy with the weight of gold.

“And that would be...?”

“Your donation from today, Sir Marquinas.”

“Ah. I see.”

Eldary began intoning some kind of divine incantation. The light of the spell enveloped the leather pouch and began drawing out some unseen essence from within.

The light shimmered through the air to the middle of the room, where it then stretched into a screenlike surface upon which a scene began to play.

“This is...from the last mystic treant mission...?”

“Yes. This spell shows what you did to earn this money.”

“Ah! I understand.”

That made sense. My last mission has been to tackle a sudden outbreak of treants. Some had even evolved into mystic treants, which made the mission even more risky. It had been a bit of a struggle, but taking them down had earned me a bigger bonus than usual.

“Oh!”

When the visuals ended, the divine magic dissolved back into pure light, drifting through the air like soap bubbles.

“Let’s check this one next,” Eldary said, pulling another coin pouch from the same box and casting divine magic again. Just like before, light was drawn from the pouch and then began projecting another scene.

“This is...from last month’s goblin outbreak. We managed to push through eventually, but for a while, it felt like they were never-ending...”

“Yes, this projection reflects that.”

“Right, of course.”

The image faded, dissolving back into light once more. The previous orbs of light merged together, forming a single, larger sphere. Eldary continued pulling out coin pouches one after another, casting divine magic on each one in turn. Every time, a new scene played—the memories of the jobs I’d done to earn that money.

At first, every image was sharp and clear in my mind. But after a while, the memories became hazy, and waves of nostalgia washed over me. By the time Eldary finished, the orb of light had grown larger than I was.

“The preparations are now complete.”

“Preparations? Wait, have you kept every single one of my donations up until now?”

I glanced at the pouches as I spoke. From what I had just seen, I figured that the spell must have worked by extracting memories from the coins inside those bags. In other words, the church had held on to three years’ worth of my...