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

After going through the southwest forest of Kreutz, Dale put Latina on a horse.

She seems to be a stubborn Demon, and her footsteps were still solid, but Dale didn't mean to force her from day one.

"Expensive, huh?

I am not frightened by Latina's voice, and I can see well from the edge that she is shaking.

"I wonder if we'll be camping today...... we'll be in Accommodation Town tomorrow, so we'll be staying there though"

Dale could have pushed it a little, but he could have moved on, but this time, he was making extra time for the itinerary.

He has no intention of taking Latina on a dangerous night trip or camping day after night.

"Latina, it's good to be outside. If you're with Dale, you're safe."

Dale also makes a good impression on the grinning latina.

These two were, in a way, a relationship of compassion.

Latina, in a good mood, started singing her nose song on the horse, "Huh ♪ Huh, huh ♪".

He's cute with his voice and a little slack and rhythm. But it was the same subtle pitch.

Not even dissonant, but somewhere out of power exquisitely, Dale feels admired in vain.

Seemingly, Latina's nose song continued for some time afterwards as she sounded her hooves idly.

(I think I've heard of it... it's too subtle to remember...)

Occasionally in my mind, Dale had one intro quiz, but the answer remained a mystery.

It became a lot of roundabout, but when I got out to the streets, the traveler's appearance became seen as a potpout. There was only a road connecting the harbor to the king's capital, many of which were merchant-like carriages.

"Huh."

Latina admired it when it was different from a group of merchants.

Even in Kreutz we see merchants and merchants, but the way they move is overwhelming.

"One of the adventurers is full of them."

"Oh, it's a common job to escort merchants."

Latina is completely distracted by a series of carriages and armed groups escorting them.

Dale also slowed down his steps and answered her questions.

Latina seems to be rare about everything, looking all over from the top of the horse.

(…… it might be better to put him on a horse, even before he sees tiredness…)

Latina is smart, but not necessarily unflattering. Especially in situations that attract these kinds of interests.

"Dale, it's a big river."

Find a sparkling surface of water from the horse and report it out loud as Latina points.

"Oh. The river north of Kreutz runs this far."

"How does the river cross?

"You pay the toll on the bridge number. It's not a river you can walk across, and it's quicker than looking for a boat to cross."

"'Ha ha', what?

Sometimes Latina doesn't know what she knows and deserves.

"That's faster to look at. Look, we'll see you soon."

The river is sometimes close to the city of Kreutz, and many ships carry loads.

Numerous ships are ashore on the banks of the river and many people work. We're loading and unloading this place closest to the streets and Kreutz.

It's not the right town, but it's also common for people to gather merchants in places where they gather. Several dewstores lined up to create a settlement kind of sight.

Sounds like accommodation for people and feet, but there is no accommodation. Travelers who have come this far stretch their legs to Kreutz without stopping here first. I guess it's because there's no demand.

That's all the bridge across the great river is splendid stone, and the arch is built slightly higher so as not to compromise the movement of ships on the water. For this reason, the arch painted a beautiful shape and was stunning as an architecture.

"Big..."

"This is the bridge. It's built to cross the river."

"Wow."

Latina is excited. Apparently this is the first time I've really seen a bridge.

(Well, I guess Latina came across the 'woods'... over the mountains... if she was coming from the sea to the Kreutz side, no matter how she came, she would have had a chance to see the bridge)

To Latina's appearance, Dale deepens his speculation.

A steep mountain range stretches further ahead of the Forest. Ahead it is nominally a Rabbant country, but the city does not exist. This is why it is the harsh and inconvenient land of the rugged mountains and the habitat of the Warcraft that goes further beyond the 'woods' of Kreutz.

Sometimes adventurers go to get rare materials and experience, but they don't listen to people's settlements.

But beyond that, the greatest power of the Demon Nation. It's a neighboring area with the 'One Demon King' country. It's not unlikely.

"Dale. Latina, I want to walk myself. No?"

Latina said that as she lined up in a line paying tolls to the bridge number. When Dale hugs him down, Latina walks like a pimple jump. I don't care what you think.

"Please."

That said, I happily handed the coin Dale gave me to the bridge number. It's a solid latina, but I can see how young it is to look like that.

The way through the examination was on a building that felt more gigantic than I had seen in the distance.

"Wow."

Looking around on the bridge, Latina cheers.

"Here, Latina. If you stop suddenly, it's dangerous for the guy behind you."

"Ah. I'm sorry"

Latina says so, she turns forward in a crisp way. But I can't stop walking.

Dale smiled and took Latina to the corner of the bridge, looking down.

"Wow. Wow, wow."

Latina cheered again on the waters flowing far down. Raise your voice even louder when the ship passes under you.

Observing the loads and the people on board, Dale also loosened his expression with great satisfaction to Latina, who reacted happily.

Dale missed the street a little as he passed the bridge, further north down the street and expected the sun to start tilting. Step into the shadows of the bush woods and observe the surroundings.

"Dale?"

"We're gonna camp around here today."

"It's still bright, huh? Already?"

Dale smiles and answers, even though Latina seems strange.

"After dark, you're not ready for camp, are you? Instead, the morning is early."

From what Dale saw, there's no sign of a big warcraft or anything like that. He was checking the ground to see the footprints, shit, etc. In this extent of forests, small animals and small carnivores that have aimed at them would be at best. That's how I make my decision.

Tie the reins to a nearby tree, unload and ease the horse. Then the horse devoured the surrounding grass at will.

"I'll collect firewood. Latina will wait here. Don't go anywhere by yourself."

"Yeah."

Latina nodding with a serious face to his attention.

"If anything happens, can you call me? I'm not that far away."

"Yeah. It's good."

Dropping off Dale, who seemed worried, Latina fished her luggage with a mess. Remove the sturdy small pan Kenneth made me hold.

"I use it because it's easy to get irritated. It's hard to dry and it's easy to dry, so it's better later."

The bags with ingredients were also explained to Kenneth the whole time he prepared them. I know all about what's in there.

She made a finger check with the face of the seriousness itself and took out what she needed.

"Don't waste it. Because it's a waste. Just use it, I can use it."

Mouth the precautions.

During this journey she was trying to fulfill one dream.

There has been a lot of preparation and practice for that.

"I hope you can tell Dale it's delicious."

All right! And in the mood, Latina pulled out her knife hard.

By the time Dale came back, Latina had made a stone mackerel, on which she had set up a pan and was about to put it in while cutting the potatoes she had brought.

I don't remember Dale teaching me. When I'm surprised at that,

"Dale, is this bullshit? Kenneth taught me. When there are stones, this is how they are made to stare. Fits?"

Latina asked me that.

"Oh. You're making a proper air outlet... Did Kenneth teach you that?"

"Yeah. Latina Lenshu. You know. Dinner, because Latina makes it!

and declare.

One of her dreams.

Cooking meals for Dale.

Implementing it and showing the results of the practice so far was a small, albeit significant, purpose for Latina on this journey.