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

For the record, I can see that she enjoys just walking like a bounce. As it moves, the hair tied up high on the left and right and the bright blue large decorative cloth (ribbon) shake.

Glossy (shiny) and shiny platinum hair sparkled with light from time to time.

A piece of water check is her favorite these days, and today she still raises her favorite little white vine basket.

When I found a friend to play with in the square, my face was flattered and brightened.

"Chloe!

Waving loudly, she ran out and went.

There are many inappropriate places for children to play in the South Side where Latina lives. For this reason, the only area where Latina was allowed to walk alone was on South Side Boulevard, which was also only a direction from the "Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion" towards the center.

In the center of the city there is a square. It was one of her most recent pleasures to meet and play with friends living in the East Side there.

Until this time, it was forbidden to walk alone, but Kenneth's words, knowing her age, made it possible to grant permission by observing some caution that it should not only be forbidden.

A short distance from where the market usually existed among the squares, it was maintained as a park, making it a relaxing place for the people of the city. Latina's unknown children also play a lot. Latina smiled happily as she passed between such people and reached her friends.

"What's wrong, Latina? Something seems happy."

"Did something good happen?

Chloe and Marcel ask, but report in a good mood.

"Dale, you're back."

"It is."

"Good for you. Latina."

My friends also see that Latina was rather depressed when her guardian (Dale) was away. I finally gave an honest word of blessing to my little friend who was getting laughable from the bottom of my heart.

"Dale, say goodbye to everyone. How about a snack?

If Latina smiles by offering her a basket that was packed with souvenir treats, Rudy glances delightfully and Antony smiles bitterly, considering it's food.

"Wow, that looks expensive! Can I eat at all?

"Be careful, Latina. Because Rudy would eat them all."

Latina's usual playmates were centered around these four.

It is Chloe, a red dot, among the four, who reigns as the head and leader of the group.

Already, Latina and Chloe were close enough to call themselves best friends.

Boys, I admire Latina for her perseverance and her firmness in her strongest seat.

Chloe also recognizes Latina as being small in stature but much smarter than herself.

They acknowledge each other as having an Even that they don't have. Two people with completely different personalities were rapidly closer together because of it.

Even Marcel, a boy with a serene personality, Latina got used to it early.

Latina has Chloe's second favor for him, who treats her gently so that she can share her sister's share.

If they ask me about Antony with smooth brown hair in shape, I'm not too sure about Latina. If he asks me if I hate him, I don't. It felt like it would be.

If you let Chloe say it, it will be "well done" and if you let adults say it, it will be "good procedure". Such a child.

And the last one. The biggest boy of the four. Rudy - he really says Rudolph, but all his people call him by his nickname - was a little bad at Latina.

The first encounter wasn't good either, but ever since then I've been making fun of little latinas and playing tricks on them. Every time Chloe takes a painful counterattack, she doesn't seem to have been punished at all.

For Latina, who doesn't have much experience dealing with children her age, Rudy, who is a "childish child," doesn't know how to deal with them.

Their faces, raised in the biological Kreutz, were wide, and Latina easily put them into the circle of play with the first group of children she met, if she followed the four of them.

Latina came to Kreutz and had her first experience of 'hanging out with friends'.

"What were you doing today?

He said, "I'm going to do it with my hands."

"With the kids over there. Shall we go, Latina?

"Yeah."

The hand-to-hand ghost, too, Latina was taught by the four of us.

It's a kind of mess, and a kid caught by a ghost is a game of holding hands with a ghost and chasing them together. It's more fun to have a larger number of people.

The five, including Latina, rushed over to a group of children playing in the square.

Pussy. And Latina was swelling those cheeks adorably.

I don't mean it. It is her greatest appeal that

Latina, I'm in a bad mood.

"That's a good treat, huh?

Antony and Marcel try to grab a treat with Latina. But Latina is puffy. and remained swollen.

"Why do you always, Rudy, just grab Latina?

"Hmm? Because the latina is small and thick."

Nor does it move into Latina's protest, and Rudy is eating a plush brownie in both hands.

- - It is a luxury product of the prestigious shops of the noblemen of Wangdu, but for the children, there is only such recognition as' some very tasty treat '.

"Better than Latina, it's so tiny."

"Little ones, they're more stubborn than Latina."

"Latina, probably not."

I don't mean it.

Latina's tenacity was badly scratched.

"Rudy, you have to stop talking about Latina. That's why."

Antony grinned bitterly at Latina's claim and Chloe frowned.

Marcel depressed the casual gavel, "Right," he said.

But Rudy, a party, was kelloggy.

"Isn't it weird that the person of the moment (...)

"Because Rudy is a child"

Chloe and Antony were exchanging words there.

But from the moment I put my puffy brownie in my mouth, I changed my expression brilliantly, and I didn't even care for Latina, who was obsessed with it.

- - Since we first met, Latina has been 'special' to the four Chloes.

A girl with shiny platinum hair tied to a beautiful decorative cloth (ribbon) that the children of Lower Town would only wear at the festival.

It was galloping at first, but now it's plump, very adorable and cute. She's a girl like "The Princess of Oga".

Born in a distant exotic country, the language is a little incapable, but you can also use magic.

I don't have a parent, but I live in the corner of a store where my parents and adventurers meet.

- - For every one of them, it was a collection of 'extraordinary' things.

The four of us also know that Latina has horns.

Latina herself showed me a little black horn hidden in a decorative cloth (ribbon).

Chloe was even allowed to touch that part of Latina that felt slightly warm, even though it was a rugged touch.

We all think that the fact that one of them is broken from the roots is' something you shouldn't ask 'because Latina looked sad.

It seems attentive and unrelated, and even Rudy knows exactly what's going on around it.

Kids have flexibility that adults don't have, and they accept those things lightly as "the same 'one' who's a little different from ourselves but is' serious'".

It was certainly an admiration for 'extraordinary' at first, but now the very existence of a small and gentle friend named Latina was very important to them.

And because I can see that, Latina was very important to them, too.

~ ~ Snake-footed Parents of the Day ~ ~

"Hey, Kennis. Lately, Latina used to call me 'Marcel', but it's a man's name, isn't it?

"... (I don't think there are any men or women in that age group...) Right. Latina's friend's boy."

"In my latina... there's a weird bug..."

"We'll be friends."

"Latina shit! I want to go visit the man's house (...), what did I say! To a man's house (...) Huh!

"A man's house... would be a friend's (...) house... (hmm? Sure......)"

"Ugh... I can still tell if it's a kid's house, but why is it his house..."

"... maybe."

"Hmm?"

"A child named Marcel... is a child of the 'bakery' in the East Side"

"Huh!!!

"... you wonder what the bakery looks like?

"Food! Is it food, Latina?!?