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

A white-faced latina who lost her blood was lying on her sleeping table.

I was regaining consciousness, but some vain, lifeless eye slowly moves into people's signs.

Gray eyes waver at his appearance as he rushed disturbed his breath.

"... Dale..."

And what the faint voice called was his name.

The Temple of "The Blue God (Neely)" presides over "Life and Death". For this reason, it had become an institution studying medical technology, pathology, pharmacy, etc. The results of the study have also been returned to the people of Ichii in the form of setting up treatment centers.

By Kenneth, Latina was in charge of the treatment center. Fortunately, there was nothing else in my life. The discovery was quick and the initial allowance was good.

No matter how otherwise stubborn the 'demon tribe' is, it can't be safe with so much bleeding from so little a body.

"Latina... how could you do this..."

She distorted her expression as Dale slipped her hand down Latina's cheek, shuddering.

"Ugh... ugh... ah..."

Speak a voice that doesn't make sense and spill a blur and tears.

"Latina...... does it hurt?

Never answer a carefree voice.

I grip Dale's hand with all my strength and cry.

I shook my head to dislike it.

"I don't want it... I don't want it..."

What I heard between the cries was such a cry.

"Latina?"

"I can't believe I don't want the testimony of" Seriously "...... Latina, I wish I didn't have" horns "!

Dale, perplexed by Latina's words, did not yet know what had happened to her at this time.

But he admonishes in his heart that there should be no far-fetched reprimands or anything like that of the unusual Latina.

"Latina...... Latina. What's the matter with you? What happened to you?

"Oh no... why, yet? Why is Latina" Seriously "? Latina, I can't take it seriously... I don't want to take it seriously... Latina, she took care of me, she told me I could stay. I'm a human race..."

This was the first time Latina looked so confused.

Until then, Latina's sad cry, which tended to hide her heart and her weak voice in front of Dale, echoes in the hospital room.

"Why, just Latina's (...), no?

Even after everyone has shivered, only Latina... I don't want to be left alone... "

To the words, Dale guessed what Latina had learned.

She intuited that the Demons and Humans learned that life expectancy was different from the length of time they were born.

"No... no... Latina, why, why...? I wish it wasn't 'Seriously'...

I can't believe I can't be with everyone, whoa...

I don't want to be alone anymore... just Latina, I don't want to be peeled at anymore...

Both Dale and Latina have always been a bit...

I don't want to be alone without everyone... "

- - Latina was scratched and desperate, not directly directed 'malice'.

"Facts" - It was a "fact" called "race difference" that never covered.

Dale did not previously tell Latina this' fact '.

- - - The common denominator of 'races', which tend to be 'closed' within 'human races', is that they are 'long-lived species'. It is.

Different lengths of life time create great differences in values and discrepancies.

"The Decade of the Human Race" and "The Decade of the Demonic Race" are different in physical time and value.

Sometimes it's harder to walk over than it is to have different absolute values of things than the original.

"Latina... I'm sorry..."

I couldn't tell if I should apologize or Dale, but it was the words that came out with my mouth shut.

Hold up the crying latina and hold it tight.

I cheeked on soft Latina's hair and stroked her 'wound' with my fingertips, still leaving a faint trace of blood.

"Suffer, I'm sorry, Latina..."

No, still gentle, stroking my back.

May the bitterness of the girl, moaning and crying with all her might, seem painful even to breathe, be healed at all.

- - And then Dale found out what happened to Latina.

For sending herself forward, she was poked at the "worst of times" for the "fact" of race difference.

That it was the attack magic he taught her that hurt her own body. - - Latina is a rare and exceptional control technique that allows her to concentrate only on one point and crush the "horn" brilliantly.

- Give me that fact.

- So this (...) is a half, eight hit.

Because Dale is also frustrated and angry with himself.

With that in mind, he turned his attention to the old female priest, who was wiping sweat in front of him.

Create a 'smile' that I know is cold myself.

"Rumor has it they had a similar 'case' in 'City I Used to Want'"

The priest's complexion gets worse and worse.

The people of this city (Kreutz) should not know. I can't help it.

But Rita, the "expert," checked it out for Latina.

Who did you turn to the enemy? I'm in trouble if you don't order my liver to do more.

"Did something happen to the elves?" That city (...) certainly interacted deeply with the 'Fairy Clan' and the tourist business for the 'Lullaby' of the 'Fairy Clan' was the main industry in the city? I hear "The Fairy Clan" has become a noise to boycott the gig. "

So he hastened to the distant city of Kreutz and transferred him.

Because I can no longer be in that city.

And to the unscheduled personnel change, the "Temple of the Yellow God (Asphal)" in the city of Kreutz also went into havoc.

That's why Latina and the others changed their minds.

To quell the noise of "The City," a high-ranking Kreutz cleric went to your city instead. The priest who was in charge of the Latinas took over to fill the hole.

The people of the temple didn't think that they would be able to imitate the same immediately after the disturbance and the transfer.

However, the person at the time believes that 'his claim is not wrong'. There's no way to reflect. Because 'what's wrong is the circumference of disputing yourself'.

"In order to protect me, I demand the exercise of the 'ruling'."

"It's..."

His demands were 'authority' recognised by high priests. It is assumed that every divine cleric does to every divine cleric counterpart.

This is the biggest reason why he went with the 'Holy Mark' today.

The priest breathes in what Dale strictly said.

"I don't even know how I feel about sheltering myself. Still, if you're going to keep sheltering those who've done all this, you're going to be quite prepared."

Dale went on to say more when he stabbed the nail with a sharp glance.

"If that's unacceptable, until you claim it via the Temple of the Red God (Ahmal). Then, knowing a series of facts, I think you will also be held responsible for other clerics who have acquiesced."

"The Red God (Ahmal)" is the God of War and the God who presides over mediation and judgment.

The Temple of Ka is an institution that transcends the laws and powers of each land and delivers' judgment '.

There goes the merciless' proper judgment '.

Proclamation of the death penalty was also synonymous for those who became aware of their non-existence.

- - If you don't like being punished for joint responsibility, sever the head of the person you are responsible for - -

In a nutshell, that's what Dale did.

- - That's when Dale said, hugging the crying latina.

"... but, Latina. Even if it was the same human race, I'd be dead before Latina.... I'm older, and I'm doing a 'job' that's not weird when I die"

Latina rose furiously to the words she had not sought.

Shake his head violently and raise a cry resembling a scream, as he denies his words, as he does not want to admit.

Dale firmly embraces Latina screaming "I don't like it" all over her body.

If you don't let him get away with it, I can grab him in my arm.

"But, Latina. Listen to me.... I'm really glad I met you. I'm glad I spent so much time with you."

He does his best to convey his thoughts as he loses and raises his voice in her voice.

Since I met her, my life has undergone a great transformation.

I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. You gave me this gentle and loving time because, indisputably, she's the little one in this arm.

"It's good to see Latina. I will never regret that.... So don't tell me that Latina 'wish she hadn't met me' either..."

Latina with a crying face looks up at Dale. Try to sue something with a voice that doesn't speak. Stick around and shake your head in a different way than before.

"... we... no... la, latina..."

Coughing and gasping over and over again, she spinned her words.

"Dale and I dare... I'm glad... I really am..."

"Thank you. Latina.... If you cry that 'goodbye' is so hard, does that mean we (...) are important to you? I'm gonna be so happy."

"... yeah. Dale is Latina's... Yes..."

On Latina's cheek with a crying face, she looked surprised when she dropped her kiss.

Surprised faces are much better than crying faces.

Dale made me smile, like a child whose prank was a success. Keep an eye on Latina.

"I'm glad I met Latina.... I'm sure I can say that, even if it's time to die one day... so let's stay together until 'then'?

"Yeah.... Latina, Dale and I dare say good..."

"I love it."

"Latina, too, about Dale, is the best..."

Just faintly, I felt unexpectedly relieved at her smiling.

For the sake of this child's smile, I can work harder than I do now.

With that idea in my chest.