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

Drop the potatoes while cutting directly into the pan.

I also practiced this to cook in the open air. Usually in the Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion, slabs are used, but cooking must be done with minimal tools and wash during the journey. That was the teaching of Kennis, her master.

When Latina finished cutting the potatoes, she added water to the pan with the demonic props she had removed from her backpack.

Put the firewood you received from Dale under your skin. There were already piles of dead grass made there. Light the dead grass with the 'Fire' demon prop.

With Latina moving tightly, Dale also decides to leave the cooking to her.

Tidy up your surroundings a little so you can camp comfortably. Regardless, I would be uncomfortable if even the stones were falling when Latina lay down.

Latina cooking continues even while Dale is packing.

What I put in the pan as I continued to cut it is the bowel filling, and I can do a soup that tastes better than just meat. Latina then removed the small container. The contents are dry herbs. Tilt carefully and place in the soup.

At the end of the day, add the cooking dish and make sure it tastes good. And I nodded one.

Latina then took out one paper wrap. The bread in there is normal and needs to be eaten early because it doesn't get sunny. Wipe the knife once and cut it out with a serious face. Stick in a large cooking fork and broil on fire.

Finally, add the cheese to the bread and broil further. Where it was a good addition to Trolley, Latina turned to Dale.

"Dale, we're ready for dinner."

"Oh."

Soup made of very simple ingredients.

But it's not uncommon for adventurers in the open to end their meals by grabbing dried meat and hard-baked bread, if cooked.

In a short time, Dale was impressed with how handy the work was going.

According to the two plates from the pan, Latina gives Dale bread.

"Latina, you're just hungry for your toys, so bread is just Dale's bun"

"Right."

Dale sipped the soup and loosened his cheeks when he mouthed it.

It's delicious.

"Really?"

"Oh, the baking of bread is just fine."

Praised by Dale, Latina, who looked happy, carried her share into her mouth. This child has a movement that reminds her of small animals, especially when she is eating.

Lovely.

"When I was partying with Kenneth, I thought that being a good cook would make me more comfortable during my journey."

"With Kenneth?

"Oh."

Latina seems very happy with Dale's words.

"But Kenneth's dinner is still better. Latina, try harder."

Mm-hmm. And Dale grins at Latina's temperamental expression, too.

"At least you're a lot better than I make you. Latina's right. Latina's the diner on this journey."

"Yeah. Good luck."

With a full smile, Latina responded accordingly.

She also finished cleaning up quickly.

By then, the sun was completely inclined and the sky, which was the color of the sunset when we were eating, was darkened.

Listening to the sound of patch and firewood, Latina was snuffing the boat with cockroaches.

It was a long way off, but an unfamiliar journey. You'll get tired too.

Dale smiled and stroked Latina.

"Don't push it. Sleep early. Tomorrow's early."

"Mm-hmm... what about Dale...?

"I'll take a nap, too. It's okay, don't worry."

"... yeah. Good night, Dale..."

Latina lay down as she wrapped around the blanket and immediately began to take a fresh nap. I'm used to hearing regular noises that are out of tune somewhere already.

Dale has a calm face and watches Latina sleep.

It's just the two of us. There's no reason to call me sleepless. With his sword ready to be taken beside him, as usual, he closes his eyes as he sits.

If you observe anything abnormal, you are accustomed to traveling to the extent that you can immediately remind your eyes.

It was a very peaceful evening time with only signs of Latina next door.

Until the morning sun rose, no presence appeared to disturb their sleep.

That said, Dale woke up from time to time adding firewood to the burning fire that was about to go out. Even though it's spring ahead, it's still cold at night. You can't let Latina freeze.

Dale woke up, first, looking at the neighbor Latina. She slept well.

It's rough, or Latina can sleep anywhere for it. That's what happened when I gave him a nap at The Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion.

Afterwards, check the incineration. I should have prioritized worrying about this one, but I seem to care more about Latina unconsciously.

"... Latina, get up"

As he swayed gently with his hands, Latina moved back and forth.

"Mmm... hmm? Dale......?

"What?

From inside the blanket, if she heard Latina calling her name back like she was in trouble, she turned her sleeping eyes to Dale and thought about it for a while.

"Huh."

I blink heavily and wake up.

He still fell asleep. Latina wakes up peeling and sticks to Dale perfectly.

"Hmm? What's up, Latina?

"I was surprised. It's always Dale's."

Smile in the light of ehehe.

"Latina, there's a lot of Tabi!

"Right."

Dale also laughs back and hugs Latina.

Latina seems to miss people from time to time because of her past. I wouldn't say anything about leaving a message, but this is how I want to be on Dale's side all the time.

Dale isn't uncomfortable either, so I'm letting her like it.

Or I'm not going to tell anyone but myself that Latina is going to be sweet like this.

To the extent that you think so, his parent idiot is muscled.

When Latina wakes up, she clears the blanket and starts preparing breakfast.

Broil the bread for two in the incineration, cut the cheese and give it to them.

It was an easy one, but if you think it's a breakfast that Latina makes, the point is doubled.

"We're gonna keep going down the street today and get to Inn Town. If you get tired or your legs hurt, tell them right away."

"Yeah. I know."

"You still have enough food... I'll leave it to Latina to manage the food one of these days, so if you need anything, you tell her sooner or later."

"Latina, are you sure you want to do this!?

To Latina, who looks surprised, Dale turns a serious face.

"Latina, you don't want me to do it all, do you? What you can do, you want to do it yourself, right?

"Yeah...... how do you know?

"Well, it's about Latina, you know."

That's what Dale said and laughed. This serious, solid girl also has more independence than she deserves.

I do not imitate recklessly and irresponsibly leaving everything to me from the beginning. But I only know that if Dale is also Latina's wit, it doesn't matter how much work she leaves to her.

If she told me, it would be as far as I could understand properly.

"Latina was my partner during this journey."

"Yeah. Latina, all I can do is, I did it"

Watching the motivated latina with a smile makes me feel strange.

How long will this child grow during this journey? Think about that.

(... for a while now, you can still rely on me, even a little latina)

On the other hand, would I be happy to grow up and think about that, my dear?

After the burning, I put my stuff on the horse again and start walking back to the street.

It's a mild and beautiful day.