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

Latina wears a pair of clothes that are almost broken. And I only wore a silver bracelet - which seems to be for adults and is too big for Latina -.

I admire the fact that it was something that often survived in this state. Were you fortunate that the climate was mild season?

When she buried Latina's father, Dale looked for something to identify her, but she didn't find anything decent. At the very least, I wanted this toddler to have even one of his real parental shapes, I think.

"Hmmm... if I let Latina walk... don't let the sun go down"

Looking down at a toddler less than his half-step stride, Dale monologues. Besides, it's in this state. I don't think I have the strength either.

"Do I have a choice..."

As she extended her arms and held her up, Latina looked surprised again. Even this kid's just big eyes get bigger and bigger when he looks like that.

Latina was never rampaged, and fitted heavily into Dale's arms.

"Light!

The latina was thin and light enough to accidentally say it.

"True... are you okay, this guy..."

What can I say when I have a noisy idea about the encounter?

Dale wasn't originally a bad person. Psychology to a greater extent worries young children than they decide to be involved works.

"It's not even in my luggage... let's just go home"

Dale walked out early enough toward the direction of the city as he quickly chanted the local attribute magic to confirm the direction.

The city where Dale is currently based is called 'Kreutz'. As the name suggests, snoring, but in the form of a cross, this city is a transportation hub on the way from the port to the king's capital. And the habitat of the beast of warcraft is nearby, and it is the gathering place of the rogues who survive only with their own arms, called the Adventurers.

Supplies and people gathering, the second city in the Larband country. That was the city called Kreutz.

Due to the nature of the land, tolerance towards travellers is also a feature of Kreutz.

By favouring what comes from outside: merchants, Kreutz developed. Based on that money, he has set up a reward to defend the city from what could be a threat to the Warcraft.

Kreutz is made up of travelers.

The city of Kreutz is surrounded by thick walls. There are gates to the east, west, north and south on the walls, with gatekeepers permanently stationed. So the people pay the passage tax, and they go in.

Dale crept through the South Gate, which he always used.

A face-to-face gatekeeper looks at Dale and looks like he's done it.

"Passage tax, for two."

"Oh... what? What's the matter, that girl?... the Demons."

The middle-aged gatekeeper, who asks Dale holding Latina blindly, said so while checking the coins he was given.

"Protected in the woods. He broke up with his parents.... it's not a problem because I'm gonna be the underwriter, right?

"Well, if you're gonna take it, why don't you? For once, you check in" Dancing Tiger Cat, "right?

"Oh."

"Then you'll be fine"

That's what I said, the gatekeeper goes through the Dales and looks to the next.

The gatekeeper's reaction was as Dale expected. He knows that his name value has that degree of power.

Through the South Gate, the neighborhood is adjacent to the common people's neighborhood and the traveler's shop. It's the compartment that Dale mainly uses.

There is no first use for upscale aristocratic neighborhoods in the north or luxury residential areas in the west. At best, it was about to go to markets and shops concentrated in the east and the residential areas of the craftsmen.

The Rabband Nation defines the Lord God as the Red God (Ahmal). For this reason, there is a tendency to respect the red colour.

It can also be seen in the streets of Kreutz.

For example, the walls of standing buildings come in a variety of colors, such as gray stonework peeled off objects, lacquered or painted objects, but most roofs are bright red colors.

It is also said that this is a desire to grant God's protection to the building itself, or to appeal to God, who is in heavenly heights, that a humble servant be present here.

Say Lower Town. The city is full of life.

At this hour, when the sun begins to tilt, there are people who rush their way home, who look for a place to stay this evening, who spend their money today on booze and meals, who sell food to their travelers - and so on.

Latina, in Dale's arms, had her gaze all over her restlessness.

There is no fear or fright in that expression. It seemed like pure curiosity. With a slightly uplifted face, he has his eyes rounded from time to time. He's intrigued by how many people look and how the city looks.

"Next time the city..."

Dale tells Latina that, but he won't pass it on. Then he monologues.

"" * * *? Dale ""

"Ahhh... I knew it was inconvenient that you couldn't get the word through..."

Dale proceeded to walk, thinking that it would be imperative to speak about Western Continental, the most major language in the people.

Swiss down a path you know your way.

Eventually it was in front of one store that Dale stopped.

The entrance was lined with ironwork signs of Tiger Cat designs dressed in incredible attire and a flag with a Heavenly Horse crest on the green land.

It was a restaurant called The Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion, which combines a tavern with an inn.

As Dale went around the building and back, he peered inside the store through the back door.

Kenneth, are you there?

"Oh. Dale, you're home... What the hell?

It was in the kitchen there. A large, magnificent man with a prominent mustache, called Kennis, turns to Dale's voice, waving a frying pan, bewildered.

"Well... I'll tell you more later... I picked it up"

"Don't say it like you picked up a dog or a cat."

With the finished dish on his plate, Kenneth looks even more troubled by Dale's response.

Basically this big guy you like, but until then, he was an arm-wielding adventurer wielding a huge battle axe. That is a well-known fact for those who use this store.

"In the meantime, can I use hot water?

"Oh, I don't mind..."

Taking Kenneth's understanding, Dale opened the door to a small cabin set up next to the back door.

There was a stone tile and a bathtub.

It is simple yet well organized as a bathroom.

Next to the tub, Dale pours his magic into the 'magic props' of fire and water. While checking the temperature, I filled the tub with hot water.

Due to the magic props, it is not difficult to make hot water without providing water. Nevertheless, bathrooms do not exist in many houses in the general household. People typically use hot water stores that are open all over the city.

The "Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion" has a bathroom because it allows adventurers to use the water on their way home from work no matter what the time. Like Dale a few minutes ago, not many adventurers are going to be in terrible shape.

Latina watched closely. Maybe he feels that the magic props themselves are rare.

Dale took off his coat and put his caged hands, swords and other luggage together in a corner before calling Latina.

"Latina." Coming. "

When I called in for a moment, Latina stood next to Dale.

When she tried to take off her clothes, Latina started and resisted Dale.

"Uh... I knew it was a girl"

Dale shrugged as he stripped the latina naked of her unwilling face and threw it into the tub.

I thought it was somehow so from voice and clothing, but I wasn't sure. Bone-floating painful body and washing hair in hot water. The hot water in the tub quickly turned black.

Discard the hot water once and drain it again.

I put soap in the tub and then foamed it up. So wash your hair like rope with latina oil and dirt.

Wash your body too. I changed the dirty water again.

Wearing hot water again and washing Latina's hair, Dale fumbled and noticed.

(Is that? This girl is amazing... isn't she made of beautiful girls?)

Latina's hair, washed many times, had regained the colour and radiance of platinum.

Only one horn is glossy.

Abalone floats and is painfully thin, but I think it will recover in the future. The Demons were originally a stubborn race.

His face is all noticeable now because of the smudging, but the creation of the dirty Latina's face is fairly neat. If her cheeks were rounded and her blood color improved, she would be an adorable girl.

(Uh... Oh, my God, I'm going to sleep badly, and I can't just abandon you more and more...)

If you let go of your hand, you'll be able to catch your eye on the likes that aren't so quick. The demons who have lost one horn are like hustling about being abandoned from their own people and having no hindrance. For those of you who think bad things about young children, you're a prey for outfits.

(You decided to get involved... make up your mind...)

Dale, in his heart, was squealing like that.