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

I didn't think it would be so hard for the morning to come.

Yes, we were watching Dale, who was being twisted, with Rita's heartbroken face.

"Come on, let's go."

"Latina, I'll be back as soon as I can. Be a good girl."

Knowing it barely communicates, Dale says, holding Latina in front of the Tiger Cat Pavilion, standing alongside Rita in a drop-off.

I felt like Rita was going to kick me out when I was doing this any more, so I let go of my body. I stroke my head as I glanced at my face.

"I'm coming."

Latina tilts her neck at Dale's words. There was Rita's voice.

"There you go, man. Latina."

Ask for your name and Latina sees Rita.

"Go away"

Listening to Rita repeat herself, she followed and imitated Dale.

"Dale, are you coming?

"Oh. I'm coming"

Latina also smiled when she saw Dale smile.

'Tiger Cat Pavilion' in the morning is in a hurry.

Next to the adventurer staying to pick a meal, someone is checking out the newly pasted billa of the request.

It's a little late for people to bring in requests, but there are not too many hasty requests that want to be dealt with immediately. We also need to respond to such a client.

Some of the adventurers who go to work leave at this hour, and such humans generally buy consumables.

I'm so busy trying to use my cat's hand.

It is Kenneth who turns the liquor store - which, at this time, has a strong face as a dining room on boulders. Rita goes out to the floor from time to time, but mainly, she is pursued by the work and actuary of the "Green God (Akdal) Outpost".

Latina looked intrigued to see what such a hasty store looked like.

"Whoa... it's dangerous, huh?

Kenneth, with two plates in each hand, speaks out in surprise to Latina, who was at her feet.

Latina tilted her neck.

Today she looks like the pink piece she just bought yesterday. Rita's hair is shaken with a large pink decorative string (ribbon) on the left and right. Dale has strained and bought in hair decorations, so there is enough variety to be used on a daily basis for a while.

Latina was following Kenneth's cooking, raising an empty plate, and gazing at her as she ordered.

Rita is more or less at the counter, so she doesn't understand what she's doing.

In that regard, Kenneth's actions are easy for her to understand.

Between now and then, Latina had a good look at Kenneth cooking us a meal. Still looking busy, Latina serves a pile of meals that she doesn't know how many servings she has.

Kokun. And one snorted, and Latina went astray by the place and the hustle and bustle in the store.

"Hmm?"

Kenneth noticed the anomaly was the moment he turned to the workbench to serve a freshly made smoked scrambled egg next to a plate of massive mashed potatoes.

There were more dishes.

There's more laundry in the corner of the washroom, where you keep dirty dishes.

At first, I thought Rita offered to come.

Her work is also a busy time, but I happen to have a little, I guess, free hands.

However, when she goes out to the store with the dishes she can prepare, Rita deals with the client, sells the groceries and settles for the guests who have finished their meals.

Not very much, but getting out on the floor in this situation would be impossible.

"Wait."

With a word of familiar mustache - if you put the dish in the presence of a regular ancient ginseng adventurer, he would have opened his mouth with a pocan.

"What, in the face of foolishness"

"You're the one. Much better. You hired a waiter."

Kenneth also noticed as the regular gazed in the direction of pointing his finger.

Latina was walking with a plate.

She seems to have a lot of heavy baggage, even one plate. I was headed to the kitchen with both hands firmly holding one.

After a while, he returns again and asks around with a chill. When I found the empty plate, I nodded and headed to the table with a sense of purpose somewhere.

To a guest who was a little bit of a Latina figure, she grinned and grabbed an empty plate.

A harrowed gaze can be directed at Latina's appearance, which is slightly better, than the guests at that table.

When she reached the kitchen safely, the harsh men spilled a relieved air.

"Latina?"

When Kennis stopped calling, Latina stopped and looked up at him with an anxious face. "Wrong?," it says on its face.

Kennis thought for a few moments.

Latina sees the customer properly and offers him an empty plate.

I'm not overconfident in my abilities, I'm only doing what I can.

I pay attention to my surroundings and avoid the people around me.

Being able to move without being noticed at any rate also means seeing how he is moving. It would be proof that Latina is attentive to her surroundings.

Kenneth puts that hand on her little head so easily that she can grab it with one hand.

Wrinkles

"Yeah. Well, good"

When I stroked her, Latina swung into Kenneth's hand and seemed a little rough.

Leave it alone, no harm done.

Kenneth made that decision.

I'd rather hope it cleans up. and.

Whether it's bad for the customer's heart or not, what do you know?

By the time it was past its morning peak, Kenneth removed the vessel he had planted last night from the 'refrigerator'.

"Latina."

If you call her, she's honestly approaching, so Kenneth makes her sit in front of a table in the kitchen.

I flipped the vessel over to the plate in front of her. Plump, and the contents slip off.

Latina's eyes turned round.

Jelly with the rest of the compote chopped in and hardened broth is today's snack.

Let Latina hold the key.

Seeing as she washed her clothes, Latina enjoyed the feeling of jelly on the tip of her spoon and a puffy tremor.

Nearly noon, the foot of the Tiger Cat Pavilion is interrupted.

The main audience, the adventurers, is time to get to work and the liquor store is temporarily suspended. This time of year only accepts work as the "Green God (Akdal) Outpost".

"Rita, I'm coming to get it"

"Go away"

If Kenneth spoke to Rita in the store, she would have received a more polite reply than usual. I don't have time to lean my neck.

"Oh, come on."

Latina looked up at Kennis and grinned as she was spreading her picture book in the corner of the counter.

"... after all, it's good to be a child, Rita. How about a threesome?

"We'll start with the first one."

Rita's face didn't seem full, either, because she was really stupid.

When Kenneth returned from the purchase, Latina approached him.

Rita sees it as Niyaniya in the back.

"Oh, my God."

With that said, did Latina do it right? All the while, I look back at Rita.

……

Kenneth spread a variety of fruits that he didn't buy in his usual purchases to the gobble and workbench.

Now, his mouth, wrapped around his arms with what to make, is also loose in pity.

I can't even say much about Dale.

Latina really is a child out of hand.

A small sandwich and fruit stuffed with cheese, served to Latina at noon, was also eaten in a well-behaved manner, until it was properly cleaned up when it was finished.

Otherwise he spreads the picture book by himself or watches Rita or Kennis do it.

I never act like I'm in the way, and there are signs that I'm (...) identifying a good (...) place (...).

Dale told me that he was in the habitat of the Warcraft, searching for food himself, and surviving. Harsher, harder, luckier behavior than I imagined.

But I don't know what time that luck would have lasted if Dale hadn't found it. It would not have been so far away from being weakened and delivered to the stomach of the beast.

Is that why I feel like I'm paying too much attention to my surroundings?

Latina, who started sneaking cockroaches and boats ahead of Kenneth as he watched, was heading towards the stairs fluttering herself.

Exactly, that's dangerous.

Kenneth laid a mat on top of it as he rearranged the crate at the corner of the grocery warehouse. I chase through Latina and go up to my own room upstairs and get a few cloths.

"Latina."

Calling and pounding over there that I looked into, Latina looked back with her half-closed eyes.

Kennis smiles bitterly and can sleep a sleeping latina on a crate.

Apparently it was quite the limit. Latina immediately began to take a fresh breath.