If It’s for My Daughter, I’d Even Defeat a Demon Lord (WN)

To be certified as a sinner, the child in front of him was too young.

"Demon Nation" becomes a fairly long-lived race over the Dales "Human Nation. The age of the human race could not be judged by Dale, but he looked about 5 or 6 years old in height, speculated from the position of his face, peeking from the back of the bush.

You don't look very old enough to tell.

Dale remembered its existence when he realized that a child staring at himself also cared about the fish by the incendiary fire. Pull out the skewers in a hurry. I was burning a little.

".................. hmmm......"

Moving the skewer left or right, the child's gaze also moved.

Apparently, I care a lot about this, too.

"... you want some?

Eating in front of toddlers to show off is awkward too.

Such psychology worked, and he was half unconsciously speaking out that way. At the same time, I spill a frightened monologue about what I'm talking about.

To his voice, the child tilted his neck slightly as he turned his gaze to his face again.

"*** *** ****"

"Hmm? Oh...?

Dale tilts his neck this time to the words out of the child's mouth.

It was quick and hard to hear, but it also seemed like a language I had heard somewhere.

"Hmmm... he sure..."

Pull the words of fellow adventurers I taught him about the Demons before out of my memory.

"I wonder what the language of the Demon Clan was, the same language used for spells..."

If I did, I'd hit my hand.

That's why the Demons said, 'Everything is a born wizard'.

"Hmm..., then..." Side, come, need, this? ""

From the language used for spells, line up words that are likely to pick up meaning. Because I had never been aware of it as a conversation sentence, I could not consider what to do.

But in the language I knew, the child clearly looked relieved. Over retreat and bushes, they come closer to Dale.

Call it in. Oh, my God, but Dale stunned again.

Beside strangers, there are no shards of vigilance, not only because children have come near us.

The child was thin and thin.

Originally, it would have been a piece. The glimpse of the hands and feet from the scratch can only be seen in bones and skins. At first glance, you can hear that you are malnourished.

I didn't need a sword or anything to kill this toddler. If you hang it with your hands on your neck that's too thin, you'll even be able to fold it before it's resisted.

The Demons were at the same time exclusive, recognizing themselves as a peer-minded species. That is why 'exile' becomes a heavy punishment.

Besides, the birth rate is fairly low, as is often the case for long-lived species.

Children are a treasure to the Demons.

Dale did not consider the possibility that the toddler, even if he was considered a sinner, was left in such a terrible state.

"Do... eat.... Oh, I don't know what to say..."

Dale let the child hold the skewer as he glanced over his face. I don't use the word "eat" for magic spells.

So Dale let him grip the skewer, but the child stared at the fish and then looked up at Dale.

"******"

"Fine, eat."

The child watched as he asked Dale. Dale makes me nod for now. To Dale's appearance, the child slowly carried the fish into his mouth.

Eat little by little, little by little.

You look like a little animal, he thought, hand-held.

After waiting for the child to finish eating the fish, Dale picked the word again.

"Ah..." Thou, protect, man, together, being? "

It's not like I've decided I don't have a guardian yet. The child replied slower than earlier, listening as he stared up at Dale's words, which were obnoxious.

"*** ************ **** ************ ********"

"Hmm... together, there, denial?... Beast, reject...?

Dale could only pick up the meaning of the interruption, but the child's expression was clearly dark. The child tried to think a little and pulled Dale's arm with that little hand.

Dale was asking himself as he chased after a child who proceeded at a small stride through the woods.

It's whimsical if you ask me, whether I spoke up or gave you a fish. I wonder what I intend to do after this.

Suddenly the child stopped to fit and looked up at Dale.

"" What? First? ""

The child points ahead and shakes his head.

"***********"

"Again, the beast?... This is a denial, is it?

Dale stepped ahead of the child's fingertips, thinking about what it meant.

"Huh!"

And breathtaking.

Even Dale, who makes waving his sword a business, hesitated to look directly at it, once lay 'what was one'.

(... This is the Demon Nation, right? From the shape of a corner...... man, huh)

I can't tell when he's out of breath. The cause of death was also uncertain.

The damage was too severe.

This forest is full of warcraft and beasts.

I don't know if he was attacked or vandalized after death, but I guess that's why.

(The corners... you have both.... is that the kid's father?... You didn't throw an exiled child out on your own)

Can I feel that as salvation?

Reminds me of the child's words earlier.

If we connect the words, perhaps, the father ordered them at the end of the day.

- - Don't stay beside your own body. One of these days the beasts will come together. At that time, one young child could not protect herself in case...

"Oh... damn. If you see something like this, you can't let it go..."

Dale scratched his head.

He picked up his father's last prayer.

And even if I wasn't beside him as I was told, I found a toddler who was secretly surviving in the same woods.

"" What belongs to the earth, my name commands you, change what I want. "" The earth changes. ""

Hands on the ground beside the body and cast a spell. The puddle and the ground fell, and one hole was empty.

You noticed his spell, and at some point a child who was closing in looked up at the dreaded Dale.

Dale says to the child.

"At least let's bury him.... pass it on? Hmmm......" Bury, dirt, death, one "......"

As he tried to bite Dale's words, the child nodded one dull.

For a moment, Dale worried about whether it was okay to show the body in such a terrible condition, but the child seemed to accept it much better. He stared at the 'father' without even defying his gaze, as he had done with his last farewell.

Maybe he was here from time to time to see how things were going.

The child watched silently as Dale laid down the body in the hole and magically filled the hole again.

"*****"

"Appreciate it, huh? Never mind."

Dale exercises his magic again over the tomb he has just been able to do.

Place pure white boulders on board, magically recalled by the local attributes.

I can't engrave my name, but it would have been a decent grave in a hurry.

"... ha... well, this is on the edge too"

Dale sighed as the child stared at the grave.

"" My name, "Dale," you, what's your name? "

The child who turned around looked surprised.

"Latina."

And a word, spin that sound off.

"Latina...? Latina," Me, together, you, go? "

To Dale's words, it was only in the future that the child with a distinctly surprised face - Latina shook her neck vertically with stiffness.