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

Latina's journey began at the beginning of spring when she turned ten.

"The truth is, I was thinking about waiting for Latina to leave the school building... and Rita made her plans faster because she would still be able to move."

That's what Dale said, giving her a choice.

"What do we do? It's gonna be a little long journey, but you wanna come with me? Or are you leaving a message?

"Latina, can I come with you?

To Latina with a surprised face, Dale grins like a child who has set up a prank.

"This time, it's not my job. If you say it's dangerous, it's dangerous... and you don't like Latina, leave me a message."

"Latina, I want to go. It's good with Dale."

With a full smile she responded instantly. I'm just gonna hold onto Dale.

"Listen to Dale, make sure he's not in danger."

I'm sure, Latina said that.

Dale had to laugh bitterly when he was told first what to look out for.

Dale means he has to go to the King's Capital once, during which time Latina made her own luggage.

Dale usually travels on foot by himself, but this time, he has procured a small breed of horse. Carrying luggage and allowing Latina to get on when she's tired, he said.

That doesn't mean you can take a lot of luggage.

Every day, I try to spread the baggage I should have packed again, yeah, yeah, I try to roar.

ran down the stairs, as I had noticed all along.

"Kennis. Latina, can I take your knife?

"Hmm? Is that a cooking knife?

"Yeah."

I see your face. No, cut it out early.

Always, it was Kenneth that Latina would take the consultation.

I love Dale, but she seems reluctant. In that regard, Kenneth seemed to have the feeling that Latina was also easy to consult because she was a dependable elder and a master.

"I think Dale's guy is going to buy something for this trip to King's Capital..."

"Latina, knives are easy for me to use."

"Right...... why don't you buy me one? Ask the craftsman to adjust the handle. You should get used to it by the time you leave now."

"Money, can I spend it?

"What's Latina's salary? You can shop for yourself."

Kenneth answered that and then looked over to the office. Work through the night is eye-catching. You wouldn't mind staying away for a little while.

"Rita, a little latina and I are coming east"

"Oh, yeah? Go away."

"Take care, Rita."

"I'm not sick, I'm too worried."

After having such a conversation with the couple, Kennis took Latina out of The Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion.

While walking through the artisanal district of the East Side, Latina is. And I looked up at Kenneth.

"Kenneth, you know what? Rudy's dad, Kajiya."

"Is that the red-haired kid? Speaking of which, was it the third at Schmidt's place?... Well, I guess I wasn't that bad with my arms. You want me to go check it out?

"Latina Kajiya has never been there. I think they're selling knives."

"It's not built by the workshop..."

Latina, who goes after Kenneth from time to time, waves with different children.

Latina has more friends in the East Side than in the South Side.

"Here."

That's what Kennis crept through the entrance, well put, established fun. To put it badly, it's antiquated. It was such a blacksmith.

The space just after entering the entrance is cluttered and lined with swords of all kinds when it comes to being on display.

The most visible exhibit, obviously different from other objects, is also a sword.

It tells the story of what this store mainly handles.

"Phew... sword, full"

Schmidt's place is a sword-beating workshop.

With a rare and caring Latina and years of habit, Kennis begins to bark at weapons. What he always used was a battle axe, but that doesn't mean he can't use his sword.

Again, as I remember, not so much a famous artisan, but it wouldn't be so bad either.

"... this isn't the kind of place where kids come."

The magnificent man, who showed himself sleigh from the back, was a brilliant redhead.

Latina looks at the man with her eyes round.

The shopkeeper, who did not seem very suitable for customer business, tried to go back to the workshop in the back again after just saying a word or two.

Latina notices something all the time and goes closer to the man.

"Hello. You know, Latina, I'm Rudy's friend."

Stopped by that voice, the shopkeeper looks at Latina and gestures surprised.

"Rudolph's?

"Really? Nice to meet you."

Latina turned her grin and smile before giving her a polite thank you.

It's like taking a price step. It doesn't move into an obnoxious gaze.

"You're here to see Rudolph?

"Yeah. Latina, I want a knife. A knife the size you can use for latina, is there?

"Look at the toys kids use. We don't have any blades."

To the shopkeeper with a slightly sinister face, Latina looked back at Kenneth with a troubled face.

Kennis strokes her head gently with a pompous.

"This kid is going on a little journey. I want a knife that can do chores at that time. Mostly I'd like to use it for cooking."

"Is that your daughter?

"No. I'm surrogate."

The shopkeeper thought for a moment and pointed to the workshop.

"I haven't put it on the table, but I have some in the back. You just have to look at it."

The workshop that followed the shopkeeper was also a place where the overlapping time was felt.

For the curious Latina, the workshop is a space of concern from corner to corner. I'm busier than ever.

"Look, Latina. Look straight ahead because it's dangerous."

Kenneth tells me to rush to the side.

At the corner of the workshop were loads of swords and daggers placed more messily than at the store.

"... Kennis, which one should I be able to say?

"Right..."

Latina, who tilted her neck with a sticky pattern at her fingertips, asked Kenneth next door for help.

When Kenneth picks out a few affordable sizes from among the mountains, he begins to carefully measure the blade. So much less, I put two knives in front of Latina.

"Later, Latina can try and decide"

"Yeah."

To Kenneth's words, there was a lively voice from behind the workshop as Latina repeatedly gripped or let go with a serious face.

When I turned my gaze to you, the three of them, one girl for each of the boys, were about to do it while having a fight like a fight.

"Rudy, don't make a mess, don't help!

"Why, you must be my brother on duty today."

"My brother has another job to do!

"I'm not free, like you."

"You can't even hit my father's gavel yet."

In the meantime, it's busy.

All of them, by brilliant, have similar redheads, whose blood ties can be seen at a glance.

Rudolph, my friends are here.

"Rudy."

A high Latina voice, followed by the shopkeeper, sounded unexpectedly in the workshop.

The threesome stopped talking perfectly and looked at this one at the same time in the same motion.

Latina is probably waving. To such a Latina figure, Rudy looks clearly wolfy, and her brother and sister look at Latina with a surprised face.

(... Well, a pretty girl like Latina, she's not in Lower Town...)

See how that goes, I think so.

Every day, even Kenneth, who I'm used to seeing, is made to look cute by this girl from time to time.

Alongside a child her age is small, but she has grown a lot in the last two years.

Platinum hair is well maintained and sparkling. I was braiding some of it today and flushing the rest down my shoulder.

Plumpy, soft looking cheeks, gray eyes adorned with long lashes, and pink lips all reinforce her adorable impression.

When I came to Kreutz, the gullible little toddler was nowhere else.

"Become... why is Latina here?"

Latina came to Rudy in a hurry. and tilt his neck.

"I'm here to shop. Latina, I want a knife."

"There's no way it can be used for Latina, like ours."

To Rudy's words, Latina says she doesn't mean it, Pugh. and let it swell.

"Latina Daijbu. It's bigger than I always cook, but I need it, so I can use it."

"Why should I?"

Latina, we're going on a journey.

To the words, Rudy clearly looked stunned.