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

The East Side of Kreutz borders the streets. Up north there is the Great River, all the way to the harbor. Conversely, as you head south down the street, you reach the Wang Capital. Because Kreutz is the logistics hub.

Dale had first told Latina that his first destination was the sea, but the two were exiting the city's outer walls towards the southwest through the south gate. Totally different direction. When she realized that, wonderfully, Latina looked up at Dale.

"Dale? Why are you going this way?

"Next, I have no idea what time it will be to take Latina outside... why don't you come to the grave? If Latina's hard, I'll stop it."

In that word Latina also understands what is in this direction.

"... Dale and I first met in the woods, this way?

"That's right. It's dangerous because there are many warcraft... but I checked a few times since then and also found the shortest way to get there from outside the woods. I'll take care of Latina."

Shortly after Dale said yes, Latina held his hand tightly.

"Thanks, Dale"

"Hmm?"

I wonder why you're thanking me at this time, and to Dale, who wondered, Latina...

"Over and over again, you went for the rug (...). Even though Latina really has to go. Thanks."

Yes, I did.

"... Latina, let's go. Because I have to tell Rag (...) that it's amazing right now."

"... right"

Relieved by the serene expression of Latina, Dale also smiled.

The forest southwest of Kreutz is very rich, as can be seen from the abundance of warcraft and beasts.

They also have an official name, but those who live in Kreutz appropriately call it "Demon Forest" or "Dark Forest". Speaking of 'woods' in Kreutz, it's about here, so I guess I won't be bound by the details.

Dale did not enter immediately when he could see the forest, but circled along the outer perimeter. From time to time I felt signs of the beast, but nothing attacked me this way.

"Hmmm...... it was probably here"

Dale monologues with bumps and uses magic in his quick mouth. He specializes in local attribute magic, so he doesn't lose sight of directions.

Invite Latina while pulling the horse's reins.

"From here, we're going into the woods. Latina will know that there are many warcraft and dangerous creatures, but be careful."

"Yeah. I'll make sure you can't be from Dale"

Nodding with a serious face, Latina had an atmosphere of good mood and so on.

It was at this time that Dale found out that Latina had the ability to 'perceive the existence that would harm her'.

It was when I walked for a while.

She suddenly stopped her legs in the woods and began to be vigilant about Kyolo and her surroundings. Then, stopping your gaze at one point like you found something, you get up. I grabbed the cane (rod) on my back bag with both hands because it would get in the way to walk.

…… What's up, Ratty... "

Dale also notices when he tries to speak up.

Far ahead of her gaze, multiple signs moved.

"Huh!?

More than that, I'm stunned that Latina had noticed.

Even Dale, known as first-rate, is a distant distance to notice from 'I was pointing my attention in that direction'. Normal (...) wouldn't have noticed.

"... there, there's the Warcraft, you know?

"Yeah."

When Dale asked, he didn't get lost. and snort.

"Do you know Latina" Dangerous "? When I was here before, that's when I ran away and hid."

"... awesome. How come? What?

"I don't know. Somehow. Rag (...) used to say that Latina was' protected by destiny '"

(... Do you have 'shelter'? But I don't get that sign from Latina...)

Whimpering inside, he presses the upset to death. We can get ahead of ourselves now anyway. We should take advantage of this interest.

Dale waved his left arm as he switched.

There is a noise of the 'Demon Prop' stopper coming off, which was in the form of a cage hand. In his accustomed move, he expanded it further within his next breath. Instantly completes a small bowgun that remains attached to the left arm.

This is a weapon called Demonic Props - a weapon that feeds on magic.

Has the ability to change and fire magic with arrows.

You don't have to worry about the number of arrows left, and you don't have to load them. And unlike magic, you don't need a time lag to cast a spell.

Originally, due to its magic attributes, Dale was an indispensable 'partner' for not mastering long-range attack magic.

Dale tends to think of himself as a melee warrior who obtains swords because of his lowering of swords and his excellent sword skills in fact, but he is best at bowing. It's a long-range weapon.

Hiu, and breathe one. In the moment of stopping, a magic arrow is fired continuously.

The two fired arrows were close to a large cat creature hunting in a herd, a warcraft that was still far away, aiming for nothing. pierced by -. Magic arrows, albeit small bowguns. The power was considerable, and one pierced between the eyebrows collapsed behind the bush.

The other arrow seems to have strayed from the steeple. He pierces another torso that was on his side and is rampaged in agony.

The fallen allies upset the Warcraft.

In that move, Dale grasped precisely the number and position of the remaining Warcraft.

The rest is already an easy task.

How impossible is it to pack all this distance while sending his arrows in a row? No matter how many interests were in the opponent, there could have been no victory.

Latina's 'ability' goes well with Dale.

More than being able to take the lead at considerable distances, his best, bow attacks are utilized.

Due to the number of obstacles in the woods, rare individuals who have been jerking off arrows are also dealt with with by a long sword that grips the empty right hand because Dale manipulates the bow with one left arm.

Also, Dale has support today. Latina's magic makes Dale roar in control, although she's not used to it in action.

To protect herself, I made her remember the magic of the 'Defensive Wall' system before she left. She uses it for Dale's support as well, with that good head rotation.

Even when he responded with a warcraft similar to a frog, it unfortunately manifested itself.

Once, when Dale met Latina, he was asked to crusade, an example of a warcraft.

Discovering those herds, Dale accidentally distorted his face.

Because it reminded me of bodily fluids and the stench of mucus releasing as intimidating behavior.

It's not hard to defeat. But I wonder how we should defeat it.

"Dale? What's going on?

"Hmm... those guys don't want to fight too close..."

"Latina, I wish I could have used attack magic."

"... No, Latina just needs to think about protecting herself"

If you don't have to teach your child Latina yet, such as the art of 'taking lives', you've never gone beyond it. And I don't want the weight of 'taking my life' on my back. No matter how many warcraft and beasts it is. - - Yes, think of it as a 'guardian'.

For that reason, the only attack magic Dale taught Latina was that one in the fold of The Case in the Example. In its original effect, it was only magic that exerted a degree of pressure on a close range opponent.

"Why, can't you be close?

"... bodily fluids and all that smell. Wow."

"Really?"

Latina doesn't want Dale's answer. and snort.

"Latina, if that's all you got, maybe you can hang in there, huh?

"Hmm?"

To Dale, who listens back, Latina turns her wand.

"" Down from heaven, the light, in my name, my wish come true, and I will pay for my misfortune, and become a shield, and thou shalt not protect thyself from the Wall of Magic. ""

The soft light that spreads from her wand wraps around Dale's entire body.

"I surrounded Dale's body with a shield. Not for very long though. It's gonna be like this for a while."

To put it mildly, this magic is inherently the magic that makes the 'Shield of Magic'. Never make 'armor'.

With her superior ability to control, she extended her magical range of effects to his entire body.

(... I do it as a matter of course... if this is' normal 'then don't cry the wizards of the world...)

He stepped on the 'frog', which became the last one, and lowered his sword. Between such tasks, I accidentally thought about that.

(But Latina, wrapped in magic, is so cute in her divine position.)

Then loosen your expression.

It was affordable.

The destination was in silence.

White boulders are exposed to the wind storm, which also feels more white than before.

Latina slipped her little hand into the stone, one by one, as she approached.

I give her an adult look that comes to mind from time to time. It was like, putting up with crying, swallowing loneliness, a look that made a young child feel her past too heavy to bear.

I put a trick and a forehead on the stone.

"** *** **** ***** *****"

Complex words slip out that Dale can't hear.

"*** **************** ** ******** ******"

Latina's voice continues uninterrupted.

She kept that posture, all the time, talking to his sleeping man.

"Dale, I'm sorry. You're almost there."

After a while Latina, with her face up, first apologized to him for saying so.

During her visit to the grave, Dale, vigilant around her, smiles at the words and strokes her head.

"You had a lot to tell me, didn't you? There's a lot going on."

"Yeah. Lots..."

Latina looked a little crying but smiled as Dale stroked her head again.

"It's full. Latina, Mixed, so I said," You know what? "

- - One day, from her mouth, Dale thought he'd like to hear about her father.

If the day came when Latina could speak in peace of mind, would she be able to hear? I thought so.

Latina, regrettably again, slips her hands into stone. Then I waved to say goodbye.

They turn their heels and start walking through the woods.

(Speaking of which, Latina has never talked about 'mother'...)

- With Dale questioning that.