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

It rained the next day.

Rather convenient. It's a good opportunity to take a break from the restless Latina, wanting to look around.

That's how Dale thinks.

Listen to the rain in the room.

It didn't seem like heavy rain, so I opened the window and looked, and the town of Kvare, smoking in light gray, was spreading quietly.

Latina has such a view of the town.

I try to ride myself out from time to time to see if I've found something, or I'm obsessed with one thing still. That sounds like you're enjoying this quiet time.

Dale decided to take advantage of this to carefully inspect his luggage.

It is necessary to check that not only the amount of consumables such as food is replenished, but also the tools are not degraded. Opportunities like this are valuable because they tend to fall behind in camping and overnight stays.

We don't talk to each other, we spend the same amount of time feeling present nearby.

It was a time of serenity, idleness, and still not bad.

After it was easy with what I also bought for lunch, the two slept side by side in a thick afternoon. In the rain, a gentle time flows.

Message came from "The Old Silent Pavilion" after an afternoon's sleep, when Latina was roaring ununung in front of her note. He has too many things to write about and has a difficult face if he can't fit into a note.

Dale checks the card he's been given and entrusts the messenger with a response along with his attention.

"… please tell me you will ask tomorrow"

"Yes, sir."

After the messenger walked away, looking next door, Latina stood at some point. Look up at him and ask.

"People today, one of the stores yesterday?

"Oh. If someone from yesterday's player told me... they'd have time before opening tomorrow night. I think I can hear you."

"Was it 'Seriously' after all?

"I haven't heard that much... I told him I wanted to talk to him about the silver bracelet and he would have responded. At least I can ask you about some nearby customs."

Latina thought a little about that word.

"Latina... you have so much to know. I don't even know anything about" seriously "... by the time I grow up, I guess I'll know."

Say it that way.

"There's so much I don't know either. That's why Latina. I guess we should find out together."

"Do you want to go with Ben today?

"Maybe so."

Smile.

(... yet, more than Latina, you have to know things... me too, don't you dare...)

Behind that, Dale was sweating inside, making such a monologue. While this smart girl is inadvertently, she has the horror of going before herself.

As a 'guardian', you can't be disillusioned by her. At least not yet, for a while now.

(I wonder if Kenneth is in such a mood...)

It was a painful moment for me to feel like a 'brother's share' working in recipe development and research every day.

Dinner is also served on the ground floor of the inn, rest early.

The rain sounds, at some point, were interrupted.

The next day it was cloudy.

Latina's glittering eyes caught my eye as I was preparing to go shopping for consumables. Full of expectations.

"Dale, Dale! You know, I want fish."

"... no raw fish, huh?

"Dried fish! They don't have much in Kreutz, but they also have a lot of dried fish! Kenneth taught me how to use it!

I don't know if it sounds like Latina.

But normally, a girl like this would be concerned about souvenirs, groceries, etc.

Think about it.

(Well, okay. Latina, you look happy.)

In front of Latina, who was in a good mood and walked to jump, it was a bit of an end.

After I had finished shopping and lunch and placed what I had bought in the inn room, the promised time was approaching.

The two of them were visiting the 'Old Silent Pavilion' again. It's past lunchtime and the guests are looking less. Yesterday's player sat in the corner of such a guest seat.

No flashy glamour, but a cool looking woman.

Now he was wearing a very common shirt and a long skirt. I have a cologne shaped hat on my head, and I cannot confirm the presence or absence of corners.

Dale could have been on guard if he was alone, but this one has latina. The adorable girl who leaves her young is smiling as she hides half of her body on Dale's back like she's a little nervous.

She also looked at Latina, loosening her expression.

The two sit back in the front seat recommended.

"Thank you for making time. My name is Dale Leki."

"No. You want to ask me something?

"Yes, I'm talking about that bracelet that you're still wearing..."

Dale gazes at the silver bracelet that she still fits into her left arm.

She smiled loosely, tilting her neck.

"... although I don't think it's that rare?

"Someone I know has a lot of similarities, but if there's anything you want to know..."

"Um..."

Blocking Dale's words, Latina raised her voice.

"Latina, 'Horn' broke. Don't be ridiculous."

"... eh, latina..."

"... well"

To Latina's words, Dale and the woman saw her with a surprised face at the same time. She pulls her hair apart herself and dews the base of the broken corner.

"But yeah. Latina, I'm a child, so there's so much I don't know. I want you to tell me."

She had guessed that Dale was thinking and weighing herself down and trying to hide the fact.

That's why I spoke from myself.

Dale knows that that fact can be dangerous and detrimental to Latina. But when this happens, it's unnatural to try to hide it anymore. Yes, I brace my stomach.

"You're so young, that's what...?

"... I don't know what you know about me either. I protected her from her parents. At that time this child was younger than she is now... the only thing she had in her hand was a bracelet similar to what you had."

"This is..."

She shrugged small and took off her hat as she raised her face.

Latina had different shapes, horizontally extending vertically corners growing to the left and right.

After all, she was a demon.

She did so and told me this first.

"This bracelet is a gift from my father to a child in my hometown… it shows the roots of one of them."

She named herself Gralos.

He said he wasn't expelled like Latina to leave the demonic settlement, but married a human husband and settled on this land after he was traveling through the human land.

"I'd like to ask you first...... how familiar are you with the Demons?

"I think it's a good idea to say you barely know. 'Cause this kid's too young to seem to have left his hometown without being taught anything."

"That's right... the Demons are hardly different from the human race in their childhood. It's as young as it looks. I've never heard of a child that age breaking a horn."

The look on Gralos's face can also be painful.

From her point of view, the situation in Latina was quite unusual.

"My hometown is far southwest than this land. Vasuilio, a country ruled by One Demon King. It is a corner of that country, the largest sphere of power of the Demon Nation. Apart from Vasuilio, the Demons have created their own settlements around the world, but only Vasuilio has a political form so firm that it can be called a country and is governed by it."

"Is' Demon King 'still the King of the Demon Nation?

"No. The only thing similar to what the human race calls a 'king' is a 'one demon king'. Other 'demon kings' are not ruling the nation."

That's what Gralos replied.

"In Vasuglio customs, children are raised under their mothers. It's not customary for men and women to marry and live together like human beings."

That was the first story I'd ever heard of for Dale. Looking at the Latina next door, she looked stiff as to whether there was any verse to think of.

"But the Demon Nation is a race that is difficult for children to give. Children are welcome beings even for male parents. That's why male parents give their born children bracelets with their own names engraved on them. with the meaning of celebrating the child's life."

Gralos then removes his bracelet and shows them the back. It was engraved like a symbol that Dale had never seen.

"This is the letter of the devil tribe.... would be a lot different from the letters of a human race? Here's how it's carved." My name is Coridalos, and I give this to my beloved son Gralos. I wish my beloved son much happiness, 'Coridalos is my father's name. And my name is Gralos. And you carve out the blessing. "

Gralos follows the letters with his fingers.

Latina was staring into her bracelet.