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

Latina rounded out her grey eyes, placing another hot air, a risotto of milk and cheese in front of her.

Next to it is placed a soup simmered with smoked meat and fine vegetables.

Next to that much-served meal, many times that amount of Dale's portion is placed. Dale's plate had an even bigger bowel pack.

"Not much for Latina, huh?

"You're an idiot. There's no way a little girl like you would eat like a fool."

Rita, who served me, tells me like she's frightened.

"If you feed me too much, I'll break your stomach."

Rita giggles when she gives the spoon to Latina. There is a difference between heaven and earth between the customer service of a customer coming to Dale or the store.

"Dale?" * * * * * * *? "

"Whoa, eat."

Dale was also thin, realizing that this young child, one by one, would be asking for his permission.

I don't know what the word means, but if you look at the expression, you know the extent of it.

When Latina put the spoon in the risotto, she wore a spoon and carried it to her mouth, freaking out.

In a hurry, Fu saw his mouth open, and he was hotter than he thought.

"Rita, water."

"Oh, was it hot?

I'm blowing my lid key eyes so hard. Laughing at how Latina looked like that, Dale raised his voice and Rita frowned at how Latina looked too.

The look on Latina's face brightens when she ate the bread and risotto.

Easy to understand.

"Right, tasty? Good for you."

Dale also loosened his expression as he carried his share into his mouth. It's strange because when people look so delicious next door, they always feel like they're eating as they should.

I guess I felt a gentle sound, put into Dale's words.

Latina grinned.

It was the first smile I ever showed.

"Yeah, eat more, Latina. You want some intestinal stuffing, too?

"So I'm telling you, if I feed you too much, you can't!

Rita, who brought the water from her plate to Latina's plate, slaps Dale's head, trying to split it plenty, with her computer in the basin.

Latina looked surprised.

"Because... you have to nourish it..."

"I'm telling you not to feed me all at once! Because I'll get you a snack for this kid too! Kenneth! More times for less food at a time!

In the distance.

"I'm the one who makes it - well, good..."

I also think I heard a voice, but neither of us stopped caring.

As always, Latina proceeded to eat properly, so despite considerable differences in quantity, Dale finished the meal first.

Rita brings an extra plate, as she predicted that Latina's meal would end.

If you look at the contents, it contains a few slices of fruit compote.

It's the first time I've seen anything similar to dessert in this store that's not usually on the menu, such as sweets.

"I didn't know Kenneth was sweet on children... it doesn't look like it..."

If you saw it still slightly warm, you would have improvised it. To feed Latina.

Placing it in front of Latina, Latina looks at his face again asking for his permission. Watch Dale snort and carry the fruit to his mouth.

Ahhh.

and the expression brightens at its peak by far. My eyes are shining.

"Good for you."

Latina, obsessed with eating, seemed to like the compote so much. I guess it was best to find something to eat in those woods. There can't be anything sweet.

"How's that? Delicious?

When Rita peeked into Latina, who brought the other guests' dishes, Latina smiled at Rita more than she had just done.

A full smile, like a flower blooming in the back.

Even if the words didn't make sense, it was too adequate a response.

(I'll tell you what to say as soon as possible... don't let the food catch you and follow the weird guy)

With such a Latina smile, Dale, who held his fist all the way under the table, has the consciousness to have fed Latina himself.

Even after eating it all, Latina was peeking into a plate of compote.

Dale stroked Latina's head like that. Suddenly you were surprised, and Vikri and his body hung up.

But look at Dale's expression and relieve him of the tension.

"You surprised me, I'm sorry. You must be tired today. There's been a lot going on."

Listening to Dale's voice, Latina tilted her neck a little.

In the meantime, don't let Dale distract you from his sincerity. Speaking of which, this kid looks around a lot. Perhaps it is highly observant.

For that matter, I feel less alert.

As Dale hugged Latina again, she turned her arm from herself to Dale's neck. Somewhere out there, I can still invest in sweetening Dale.

Thanks to Latina for sticking with me, my posture stabilizes well. Dale supports Latina with one arm and heads towards the counter again.

"Rita, don't go to your room because I'm giving Latina a break anymore"

"Okay. Good night, Latina."

To Rita's voice, Latina grins again. Apparently, in this short time, she recognized Dale and Rita as safe opponents.

My expression is a lot softer than when I met her.

That's what it feels like to be sexually happy.

Not long after we met, Dale is the same. It was something I never thought I would think of until yesterday when I started thinking that about this little kid.

Go inside again from the side of the counter and exit into the kitchen.

Kenneth struggles on that back.

"Kenneth. Latina, she said it was fruity."

and call out.

"Ooh."

Through the back of Kenneth, who responded without looking back, Dale went up the stairs behind the place where the ingredients and such were loaded.

Bare upstairs and climb further up the ladder.

We arrived in the attic.

Many of the luggage is on the ground floor, stocked with groceries for sale to adventurers. - - There is a more sense of life in the back of the

It's the corner Dale owes me.

Having this place was one of Dale's decisions to take over Latina.

Although Dale is not a resident of the city, he rents it as a residence for a long time. It was also inconvenient to dot a room in the inn, and I relied on a familiar Kennis back in the day.

Sometimes there was plenty of room in the attic that Rita used as her private room before her marriage, and she decided to rent this place sooner or later. Just close your eyes to the fact that the ceiling is a little low, it's a good place to live.

Dale pays well, and he doesn't imitate poor smelly assholes that leave inventory and luggage alone. He's not a bad borrower, even for a couple of landlords who know his humanity and foundation of life.

Dale lowers Latina in his' room '.

There lay a thick exotic rug, with a desk and shelf near the window. Later there is a large box with bed and lid. As a resident, I don't have much luggage, and as a traveler, it would be quite a lot of luggage.

"" Just, wait, this place ""

Dale went back downstairs once after making sure Latina snorted. To go get the baggage and coat you left alone.

When Dale returned, Latina was wandering around in the 'room'. He's still pretty curious about this kid. Still, I guess I have strong self-control around not touching it on my own.

It's hard to remember how I was when I was about this age, but I think this kid is solid, even if he floats the kids playing around the city in his brain.

Dale takes off his boots and enters his territory.

His hometown is a place of culture where he sits directly on the floor, not in a chair, and I want to be in an easy-going style that is familiar to his place in his room. That's why I put a local-style rug on the floor. I don't want to smudge that rug with mud.

Hang your coat next to the box and place your luggage. Weapons are also positioned on shelves close to the bed.

After opening the window and putting in new air, I also took off the top made of blade proof cloth and the trousers made of thick material.

"Latina, come"

Latina comes by honestly knowing what it means at the invitation. Take her. Dale went into bed.

It's a lot earlier than his usual rhythm of life, but being able to rest when you can is one of his essential skills as an adventurer.

There's nothing wrong with falling asleep like this.

I was concerned about what Latina would do if she pretended not to like it, but contrary, Latina honestly laid her body down next to Dale.

It was only a matter of time before Latina, like a kitten, rounded her body and breathed her sleep.

(I knew you'd get tired. I don't know the words, I don't know the circumstances, they brought me to a place surrounded by strangers)

Dale strokes Latina's hair with serenity to his surprise position.

I've just decided to become a guardian. It's strange to think of this. Living with someone like this might not be a bad idea.

With that in mind, Dale fell asleep feeling warmer than he was.

Not until they wake me up with a streak of bright blue latina peppers after so little time.

The first word Latina asked to remember was' toilet '.

As a result, her dignity was preserved.