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

Dale went to King's Capital a few days later.

Latina is easy to understand and soggy.

Rather than not feeling well, it resembles feeling like I'm straining my grief on my back. He seemed to complain all over his body that he was' lonely '.

"Latina...... are you okay?

It can't be okay. I have to ask, even if I know.

"Latina, please.... oohsuban, so"

Next to Kenneth, who does the planting as usual, Latina answers with a voice that seems to disappear as she sits quietly.

This kid always does.

Even though he complains that's not the case with facial expressions and the whole body, the word he returns is the answer of an honorary student who cares about adults.

Kenneth sighs and looks at Latina.

"... oh. Right." Leave a message. "Dale will be back soon. Latina will be waiting for you."

Latina looks up at Kenneth and tilts her neck a little.

Kennis made me smile. Latina just makes me anxious to look spicy up to my adult self here.

"For Dale until Latina arrived, this place was just a 'place' where he kept his stuff and used it as a base. That's where I come back now. I'm saying 'I'm home' to Latina as proof of that."

"Dale, you always say 'I'm home' to Latina, right?

"Oh. But Dale wasn't until Latina got here. Latina is special to Dale."

"Latina, Dale's dick?

"Oh, yeah"

Latina's expression creases and distorts. Like I'm putting up with something that's about to cry out. I grabbed my skirt on my knee.

"Kennis......"

"What?

"Latina, I wonder if I can stay by Dale all the time..."

"... When Latina's gone, Dale... we'll look around in a semi-frequent..."

"Hanki-ran?

"... it means you're gonna be so, so worried, so desperate"

Latina searched again for words after leaning her neck toward words she didn't know.

"Latina... It's a good place, Latina. It's a mess, so I was jerked off.... I was told it was just Latina, but Rag (...), she stayed with Latina, so I shuddered."

Kenneth continued her work with a casual look on her face and tried not to be understood.

After all, this child understands that he was' banished 'from his hometown.

"What's a 'rug'?

"Latina's and this... she was a little bit of a bitch, but she stayed with me.... I was just wondering if you were going to tell me about Latina.... I rugged it, so I knew it was Latina. It was awkward."

Latina said so, then looked down.

"Dale, it was my first time. Latina, that's a good one... Kakuru, but he went... Dale was the first person to do it."

And I went on to teach him important secrets with a tiny voice.

"Dale, it's Latina's bastard."

"... right"

I can only answer yes, what a helpless adult I am. And I think Kennis.

I wonder how much this child has left in this little body.

"Why didn't Latina tell Dale her story?

I hear that Dale didn't want to talk to me before when he asked. Why are you dealing with yourself, not Dale?

To that Kenneth question, Latina...

"Even Latina is frightening... if you dail it, Latina will be hard on you.... Latina... Dale makes me feel bad... frightened."

"Right. You can't talk because Dale is important."

To Kenneth's words, Latina snorted.

Dale already guesses what Latina has just told him. With my knowledge, I choose to keep this little toddler by my side.

But this kid doesn't know that.

And I fear to be known. I guess I'm desperate to be this kid.

(But what would happen if Dale found out that Latina would talk to me like this...)

Definitely would be the face and attitude that it's not funny. It's annoying.

"Hey, Latina. Do you want to practice one before Dale gets back?"

"... Renshu?

As it is, this toddler is going to shrivel with tiny snares by the time Dale gets back. It would be better if there was something I could be obsessed with.

And perhaps the most driving force for Latina is the existence of Dale.

"I'm sure Dale will come home hungry. It will take a long time to get back to Kreutz from Wangdu. Latina, you said you wanted to be able to make dinner for Dale. It's a good opportunity and let's practice. Dale, you'll be surprised and delighted. If I told you Latina made it."

"... can you latina?

"It's still going to be hard. Let's do what we can.... What do you say? You want to try?

A little, Kenneth is heartily relieved that Latina's expression has become brighter. After all, Dale's presence is huge for this kid. In a good or a bad way.

"I want to do latina. Kenneth, tell me. Please."

And I want to do something about this kid's "favor" even if it's not Dale (the parent idiot). I think about that much.

"It's Shepherd's Pie. I'll give you a discount, eat."

"Has this store finally started selling?"

To a Kennish opponent standing single-handedly on a plate he hadn't even asked for, a regular bearded adventurer looked distracted by Yale single-handedly.

"And what the hell? That's probably inappropriate. The contents are sticking out."

"I can't even do it. I'm practicing."

"Practicing?

Repeat, I notice the perception of someone in this store who is likely to 'practice'. Or there's only one.

"... Miss's, huh?"

"That's right. It's Latina's practice."

"Okay. Leave it."

Repeating this exchange, "The Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion" came the unprecedented Shepherds Pie Boom.

Regardless, the meat sauce that is the contents of the Shepherds pie was made by Kenneth. Latina's task is to make mashed potatoes that serve as pie dough and to lay them on a plate and sprinkle them with cheese. Kenneth does the in and out of the oven, but the baking addition and subtraction are also weighed by Latina with a serious face.

At first, the sauce was sticking out and the potatoes were rusty, but with each passing day we could see an improvement.

After the first day, most of the regulars began to have a cooperative system in Latina's practice, even if Kennis didn't say anything.

Above all, it is also significant that only this menu is brought with it a dedicated little supply.

"Here you go -"

It's not too bad that Latina, who has been soggy and sloppy since Dale was away, has an upbeat, strained face.

The basin, which I brought in looking important with my tiny body, is already ridden with a much cleaner shaped shepherd's pie.

It's a little awkward, but as a sale, there won't be a problem.

"Follow me, please"

- - This little one may be the most polite customer service in this store.

"Take your time, please -"

Regular guests chanted that inside to Latina, who hugged the dust and empty basin and smiled.

At first, the tough men who were obviously confused about how to deal with young Latina opponents - who were with the regular, but Latina smiles with a loving smile, even against them.

Sometimes the insects are in a bad place? Even if she comes across a fool who takes an attitude that is not very popular with her little girlfriend - and only then, her strength as an adventurer can be less than second-class - Latina just rounds her eyes as surprised, and after the place and the place as if nothing had happened.

Instead, he's asking how things are from afar, like observing strange creatures, so he's a big guy.

"Welcome. Thank you."

Even today, the sale of "Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion" Latina's specialty Shepherd's Pie was well received.