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

Dale woke up a lot earlier.

I guess that's why I slept early last night. Dale glanced at the signs of others and noticed her next to him.

"... Oh, I did.... I picked it up."

Reminds me of the existence of a cohabitant, with a lack of Cuckoo and somewhere out of tune, Latina is holding onto some of Dale's clothes.

How do I get out of bed so I don't wake you up? Conceive.

But where Dale woke up, Latina opened her eyes.

I jump up like I panicked and chase him to Dale.

Feeling one end of her anxiety, Dale nearly smiled. so that you can feel a little at ease.

"Morning, Latina"

That's what I said, I stroked her head.

Dale's outfit today is a simple shirt and loosely made trousers that are different from when he's at work. Give your hips only a purse and a small knife to get your sleeping habits done. I put on my boots and held up Latina.

She is asleep as she was yesterday because she has not changed one of her clothes. My skirt was slightly wrinkled.

Go down to the ground floor and make Latina put on the table in the kitchen, not the store.

"Oh. Good morning, Latina."

Rita laughs when she notices Dale and Latina. Only to Latina, of course.

Kenneth and Rita are in the middle of making breakfast. The adventurers eat the quantity when they do it in the morning. We need an unusual amount of ingredients compared to the number of guests.

Dale turns straight back and washes his face in the washroom next to the bathroom. When I wash the hand wipe I wipe my face, I give it back to Latina, which is wet.

Apparently she understood the meaning correctly. They gave me the cobbler and my own face. So I wiped it.

Until he laundered his underwear, it was his morning move. Hang in the dry area provided in the washroom.

Back, Rita was just scrubbing Latina's hair. Rita looks so busy, so impressed.

"Latina's hair, beautiful colors. Brilliant. Stupid Dale. Girl's hair, just like yours. Leave me alone, no!

Indeed, Latina's hair, through which she passed, is more lustrous than ever before. That sort of thing, the new American guardian wrote in his mind's notebook.

Rita cleverly tied up Latina's hair and tied a decorative string (ribbon). Latina's horns almost hide with her hair and strings.

Rita glances at Dale and tells him to whisper.

"It's better not to be conspicuous that one corner is broken."

"I know. Sorry."

Dale said that to Rita, then turned his gaze to Latina.

There has been no change in shape, but Latina, who has been cleaned, her hair and clothes done, is only visible to girls from anywhere. I'm apart from a thin, dirty, gender-unknown toddler in the woods.

"Ooh, good morning. See, breakfast."

Wrong with Rita, Kenneth comes with a plate in both hands. Latina headed to Kennis, trying to think a little before

"Oh, hey."

You don't seem very confident, say so, and give your head a pepper.

Kenneth hardened. Dale distorted his expression.

I guess they said the same word in the morning and gave it consideration that it was a greeting.

Again, this kid seems to be an excellent observer. I was also thinly guessing that it would fall into the pretty smart category.

"*** *****"

"No, it fits." Right. "

Dale laughs hastily at Latina, who seems anxious about whether she made a mistake.

Damn it, Kenneth, remember.

"You're not a big deal."

However, Dale complained to Kennis with a smile as he was deprived of his' first greeting '. Kenneth also looks somewhat unfastened.

"I knew we'd have Rita give birth soon"

Kids are good, and Kennis went back to his place of work whining.

Dale's breakfast consisted of regular bread, grilled cheese and smoked meat, but Latina's portion was specially made. The bread is soaked in milk and eggs, baked to melt inside, and yesterday's compote is on. Thinly chopped smoked meat was cooked to crunch and served.

Demonic props are distributed to the public.

The first thing in every house is the magic props of 'water', 'fire' and 'water/underwater'. They are all demonic props involved in the kitchen. In other words, he is responsible for "drinking water supply", "ignition" and "refrigeration by ice" with magic props.

It costs a lot, so it's not like no one is using a common well and lighting a fire by fire. But it's an overwhelming minority. It's no match for convenience.

It is not uncommon for food to be cooled for this reason.

Squeezed fruit juice was poured into the glass in front of Latina, but so was that and so on.

A dusty drunk Latina turns her delightful face to Dale.

"Oh. Good for you.... Kennis guy, you're seriously feeding him."

I whine in a small voice so that Latina doesn't sound like me in the second half.

Latina was also obsessed with bread. He still prefers something sweet.

"Hey, Rita. Where do you sell girls' clothes?

Dale asks as he finishes his meal and carries his plate. I looked over here like Latina, still halfway through the meal, panicked, so I laid back in her visible position and peeled the pile of potatoes. It's his mandated part that it's more natural to help than make them stop.

"Later, tell me what you'll need for the moment. A man's gaze, he tends to forget things."

"Wow... if you want me to tailor it, Amanda's shop in the East Side will have a good reputation. Well, the weather's nice, and the city's out in the square. I wonder if I can find old clothes there. Leave your shoes with Baltic. It's a corner shop. After that..."

Rita stops her hand, slips the pen and makes a list.

Just listening, Dale felt one end of a woman's obsession with shopping and was wary.

With Latina in his arms, Dale stepped out of The Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion.

"First of all, shoes... you can't make me walk barefoot."

Her weight is not bitter in itself, but she also has to carry her luggage.

"Dale?"

"What can I say about 'shopping'..."

I thought I'd buy a picture book and go home. Not an inexpensive purchase, but not so much trouble for him.

As we approach the center of the city, we lose sight of the adventurer and more people live in the city. Many people will be aiming for the city, which takes place in the central square, because neighboring villagers and traveling merchants also line up their products.

Dale turns the road along the way and heads towards the East End.

I knocked over the door of a shop set up by a craftsman named Balto, as Rita asked me.

"I'm tired..."

Next to the laid-back Dale, a large bag is loaded.

To be honest, it's easier to slash down the Warcraft. I didn't think it would be this painful to keep shopping in a store where only women are used to it.

I really wanted you to stop looking at yourself with your underwear for girls in one hand or something. Had it not been for Latina next door, they would have seriously called the gendarmerie.

And so on, to the extent that I was pessimistic, Dale was exhausted.

"Dale," * * * * *? "

"Oh. You don't have to worry." Denial, problem "... it's okay"

"Hey, Jabbu?

"Oh. Right."

Latina, who sat next to her, eats the fruit she bought in the city. Before I went out, Rita told me to rehydrate and nourish my mouth enough to make it sour.

Latina sees her sticky hands and gives me an idea after eating it, which Dale cut me.

After watching for a while, I saw Latina and I looked up like she was on my way.

"... Latina might have grown up pretty good..."

If you're a bad kid around here, you'd be wiping it with a clothes hem all the time. Watching her from yesterday gives the impression that she is a lot 'well-behaved'.

Of course, there are aspects to being nervous about Dale opponents.

This clever toddler seems to care about that much.

"" Water, I command you, show up. "" Expression: water. ""

A water bead called in Dale's short chant can be played over Latina's hand.

"Something to wipe... and then buy a few hand towels for Latina..."

So grumbled, Dale rose up to peek into the city again, and with that repetition, he still hasn't realized what he's doing shopping far beyond his original schedule.

So he went home with a ton of baggage, and Rita and Kenneth finally realized the fact.