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

Take some good clothes out of your luggage and get dressed.

That was because the place they were headed to was not as high-end as the restaurant, but it was somewhat more expensive than the popular dining hall where they always stopped.

It's not that he's not here at all, but it would be evil to see him carrying a noisy weapon in his traveling costume and adventurers.

I talked to the innkeeper and he could tell me about the best restaurants in the neighborhood. They say it's a place where you can enjoy fresh seafood while listening to the orchestra that the store holds exclusively. Says it is a good restaurant where you can taste more special than the price and fish dishes are satisfying the people of Port Town.

Cape weaving is always the same because the night breeze is poisonous to the body, but Latina wears her favorite pink piece.

She also fixed her hair and tied up her decorative lace (ribbon). Feeling good. I can ask how much she expects.

He ties a long string into a tiger cat patterned pouch that usually stops at the waist belt and makes it a crossbody pochette.

Slowly spinning around the room, the skirt and platinum hair arced.

"I'm in a hurry. Latina."

"Ugh. Latina, have fun at the restaurant."

Dale himself wears a more altered outfit than usual: pants on a pretty eyed shirt. The round waist was lowering a knife to the waist because it was dangerous the other way around. He was bound to carry this knife when traveling or working for a purpose other than combat.

"It would be tough if they even kidnapped me! Don't ever leave me."

When leaving the inn, Dale said that.

I get worried about how adorable she looks from anywhere. If you see so many adorable girls, the devil may also bequeath those who are not bad people. That kind of anxiety is all around Latina.

"You know, then, Dale. Can I hold hands?

Dale responds instantly to Latina doing such a lovely favor. Latina smiled happily as the plumage passed through her palm.

Walk side by side through the town where evening has passed and the signs of night have thickened.

The town of Kvalle in the dim darkness has become a stranger landscape than during the day.

The red roof lurked brightness and sank dull, and the white wall was thin blue. The blue print painted on the wall turns into a dark color close to black, running vertically and horizontally through the town.

The lights leaking from the houses make the colors come back on the other side. That's pale and sumptuous, blending into the blue world again.

- - Is this what it would be like in a world that sank under the sea? It was such a fantastic sight.

"... Kvalle looks the prettiest right after sundown."

"Wow..."

You were barely pressured by the beautiful sight, Latina uttered a word of admiration as she whispered. As if you think that if you speak out loud, this world will break. Quietly put your emotions on the table with shining eyes.

Just as people's streets were interrupted, the two of them were able to taste the luxury of monopolizing this short time of beautiful scenery.

It was because I came through such a quiet blue town that that that store, with a name contrary to the concept of 'oligarchy pavilion', gave the impression of a different world.

The moment I open the door, the visible light pops in that makes me forget it's night.

Lots of people - lots of guests enjoying their meals and employees who are busy working with the right clothes. And the appearance of a few players playing a serene yet gorgeous melody on a stage stretched high in the middle of such a shop. - - I was swallowed for a few moments by the enthusiasm and sound runoff of such people.

"Wow..."

Dyed rosy cheeks, Latina sparkles her eyes.

Even now, Dale knew exactly what to expect next to me when I was experiencing the urge to jump. Push a boiling laugh to kill.

This little 'princess' seems to want to behave quietly today for being stylish.

Latina was also very well-behaved when she was guided to the table.

This kid is better behaved originally, but usually he's worried about his surroundings and he's always kicking around. It seems rare and cute to be sitting in a chair with a slightly clearer face.

But looking so smiling, Dale left his mouth loose.

I may be disqualified as an escort for the 'lady' opponent.

Often split from a large plate in a store like the one I usually go to. So Latina was thrilled with the dishes served on one plate at a time, as in this shop.

An elaborate serving, brightly colored on a plate.

She watched the Poiré, placed in front of her, with a raucous eye as to where to begin.

Because Latina can't eat much, the menu I asked for was carefully selected. He has the face that Dale is also interested in the plates he's eating, but he also knows that if he eats both here and this, he won't be able to reach his dessert.

Dale, who enters and exits the Duke's house, can eat properly if he wants to. Because it's a minimal sacrifice. I've never seen her like that in front of Latina before, but she seemed to notice a slightly different way of eating than Dale usually does.

I'm imitating him, seeing how he's doing.

Dale is also, of course, aware of how Latina is doing. That's why I'm worried about doing things that look especially more beautiful so that I can be an example to her now.

I don't show it to my face, such as what I feel that way.

That is pride as a 'guardian'.

The dessert also came with an elaborate serving.

It is a gorgeous dish lined with several cakes and decorated with fruit and sauce.

"Wow."

Latina raises her voice of joy at an understated volume.

When I cut the bite cake apart and put it in my mouth, I looked happy.

Dale was finishing his dessert with refreshing ice cream. He doesn't hate it enough, but he doesn't eat so much sweet food.

Rather a happy Latina look would be dessert. That's how much her figure heals my heart. It is an eye blessing.

Just then, the music changed.

The tranquil melody that invites you to mourn was something that made you feel the exotic air that blends into this town of Kvalle.

Seeing the stage attracted to it, one female player was clawing an unfamiliar string.

He wraps an exotic purple cloth around his head and drips golden ornaments with sharp shades. Wrapped around a smooth body was also a dress in a style not seen in Larband countries. He wraps a band of gold around him and hangs a necklace with a huge swing of beads around his neck.

Such an exotic woman plays an exotic melody.

"Hey... Dale..."

Noticing that he had attracted interest, Latina also turned to the stage, and tilted her neck small.

"What's up?

"That one (...)... seriously?

"... what makes you think that?

Because of the cloth wrapped around his head, it is not possible to ascertain the state of the horns, which is the greatest characteristic of the demonic people. Even Dale couldn't be sure.

Latina points a finger at his question.

"That one bracelet... it's with Latina's"

The player had a silver bracelet in his left arm.

It only emits a simple metallic glow, which is so naturally a part of her that she didn't even care to stop until she told me.

"That's true... it's very similar to the bracelet Latina has"

Was it something important?

Too 'human' to know about 'demons'. They'll notice that.

"That bracelet... I wonder what it is..."

Pompous and Latina muttered.

"Rag, he said to hold it right. The bracelet says something on the inside."

"Really?

"Yeah.... but, Latina... I can't read what it says. Before the Latina script was taught, where I was born, I came out..."

Dale is instantly sentenced to the appearance of Latina, who smiles a little lonely.

Call someone from the store and leave a message with them.

We asked them to deliver a response to the inn where they were staying.

If she responds, she'll be able to listen.

About the Demon Nation. - And maybe give this little demon girl some information.

When I left the restaurant, I wanted her to smile, which was going to be a sinking face, and Dale walked home holding hands.

When I arrived at the inn, I was able to pay for the darkness from Latina's face for the special feeling of a night walk I would not normally do.

Relax.

(I want Latina to laugh...)

That's what I thought, and Dale smiled calmly.

- - Thus the first day of Quvare passed.