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

Latina, with her eyes open properly, looked around at Kyolo Kyolo.

"Dale?"

Call the name of the one who took her out of those woods.

The one who found her who was alone.

A safe place and one who gave her a safe meal.

One who reminded her of one plush.

For her, she called the name of one, 'a symbol of being safe and good'.

"Latina? Are you awake..."

Latina was confused by the voice of a different man than Dale.

If you have to get away with it, you can put all your strength into it. But there, I noticed a sweet smell of flutter.

Blinking with her pussy, Latina remembered where she was.

Latina's first voice, waking up from her nap, was a voice calling for Dale, so Kennis noticed her waking up.

If you look at Latina while stirring the small pot, you're asking around like a frightened little animal is on guard.

When Kenneth spoke, he became even more alert.

However, after suddenly not moving and judging the situation, he accumulates his strength so that he can move quickly into action.

Apparently this kid is really smart. And, Kenneth is impressed. He's calmer than the bloody people who name him the runaway adventurer.

The position of losing sight of your current state of affairs when you wake up is that you can't even do it at this young age.

Kennis pointed the small pot down from the fire towards Latina.

The thickened, well-boiled berries give a sweet smell.

As Kenneth calculates, the force falls out of Latina's entire body when she notices the smell. And when he came down from the crate, he stopped by Kenneth.

There is no sign of Latina peeking into the offered small pot like a small animal with her hair upside down earlier. It's the face of a young girl who deserves to be old.

After attracting Latina's interest, Kenneth puts a ready jam on top of the thinly sliced bread. I'd love to put plenty on it, but that would make burns a must. To the extent that it cools immediately, identify sufficient quantities for taste.

Passing it to Latina, she looked at Kenneth's face to make sure.

Grab a grip on the bread in a rough way.

Oh, my face glowed.

While he is obsessed and eating, he licks the jam that has spilled over his hands with perdition and looks at Kenneth like he's pissed off. Rather than blaming him, Latina smiled back, too, at the way he was laughing.

Latina never tired of watching the jam Kennis put in the bottle for a while. As a maker, it's someone who really wants to make it.

As the sun begins to tilt, the bumps and adventurers return to the city.

Time for The Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion to start getting busy again.

Not all guests who come to Tiger Cat Pavilion are guests. Those who come only to drink and eat make up the majority.

Besides adventurers, there are also figures such as city gatekeepers and gendarmes on the way home from work.

It's a place where tough bastards gather as a place to eat and drink at a cheap price.

At this time, as opposed to during the day, the operation as the "Green God (Akdal) Outpost" will be closed. Rita specializes in turning the floor and the couple manage to make this hustle and bustle.

In the corner seat of the counter, Latina, who was eating dinner, was also distracted by such a busy store.

The gnocchi that was about to be carried in my mouth fell to the appearance of a gahaha and a laughing customer.

Without even realizing that, with his rounded eyes, he observes still.

Kennis thought the first creature he saw had the same eyes he saw, but he kept it out of his mouth.

When Latina's lid began to get heavy, the door to the Tiger Cat Pavilion opened.

"Oh, Dale."

Rita's voice opens Latina's eyes.

When I jumped off the chair, I rushed to pick him up.

"Latina, I'm just..."

I'm gonna hug you on Dale's leg like I said.

"Latina......"

Still made me think thoughtfully, Dale frowned

"Oh, my God."

I stiffened myself to that word of Latina, who raised her face, in a half-way position, which I lowered in an attempt to hug.

Rita and Kennis are nibbling.

Without suppressing the look of naturalness, the restarted Dale hugs Latina.

"I'm home, Latina. It's great to leave a message."

After laughing, putting a lot of effort into it, Latina smiled full face.

Regular customers around are familiar with Dale. A relentless chilling voice flies in his untied face.

"What the hell, Dale, a much smaller girlfriend (...)"

"Shut up."

Sit in a chair with Latina in your arms, dangerously.

When Rita brought the meal, she asked.

"Latina, where's the rice?

"I just fed him. I was about to fall asleep."

That person, on Dale's lap, has a smile that makes him look happier. No matter who sees it, it's a reassuring look.

"... how was it, Latina? Were you a grown-up?

"You're about too grown up. This kid is so smart. I know exactly what to do with my situation."

Rita says as she pours doped and rampantly wine into the goblet in front of Dale.

Dale usually only drinks wine that dilutes and lowers alcohol. Rita didn't have to bother asking, but putting it out in front of him was decided.

It's common sense in this store that he doesn't just hate getting drunk for not being able to drink or hating.

Previously, the story of a prima facie customer who insulted him as a child because of it was twisted up with one hand is also a good dish in this store.

Latina, who deposits her body in Dale's arms like a sleigh and a kitten, seemed to be the sweetest to him ever.

(More than guilt, I might be a little happy...)

If you're saying that you'll be sweet with recoil because you made me feel lonely, it might not be a bad idea to leave a message.

I look up at Dale from time to time, for a dusty, laughing latina.

Dale was thinking about that, laughing back at him.