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

The Seven Kinds of Being 'human race' is, in the broad sense, the same species of being, also because they can leave descendants of each other.

However, they nevertheless have great characteristics for each of them, and in the 'race', where 'nature' is far away, the child is born as a 'race' of either father and mother, without 'blood mixing'.

Doesn't mean you don't inherit genetic information.

For example, between "Mother of the Water Scale Nation" and "Father of the Human Nation," only children of the "Water Scale Nation" or "Human Nation" are born. There is also a tendency towards a higher percentage of mother-side races being born.

However, the nature of the parents intersects in terms other than race, as in "father-like water scales" and "mother-like human races".

'Race', which is close to 'nature', besides, creates a being called 'mixed (mixed)'.

In the case of "human race" and "beast people", the nature of each other's species intersects, such as "to leave the beast ears and tails with the characteristics of the beast people in a place close to the human race". Only those with the characteristics of those two races are referred to as' mixed blood '.

Even while I was listening to that, Latina couldn't seem to help but worry about the picky moving beast ears in front of her.

He's a distant relative, though there's a blood connection. It doesn't look like Dale. Strongly speaking, it leaves brown hair on the tip of the ear and tail. Is it such a hairy color?

"So there's a guy like me."

That's what he (...) said as he broke up.

"And Joseph...... didn't you get a little fat again?

Laughing at Dale's words without moving at all was a middle-aged man named Joseph Bünte, a mixed race of humans and beasts (mix). Plumpy, with plenty of arms and abs. Thinner eyes than the original will look thinner because of the flesh.

Triangular ears were growing from the head of a short pruned brunette.

"Happy fat. I won't have a choice. Look, it'll be cute."

Joseph laughs at the loss of "Parental Idiot (Dale)". In his arms was held a child of the young Beastman tribe. This child, like the hairy balls of a black moffmoff, was the long-awaited first child of the Bünte family.

"Even if they say so... I'm a human being. I can tell the beast from the beast..."

Against that background of Dale's whining, Latina reaches out and strokes her sleeping toddler.

"You're a pretty girl."

"You will, you will"

"You look like Mr. Yosef, but your face looks like Mr. Yosef."

"You will, you will"

With a glimpse of a satisfied Joseph, Dale looks complicated.

"Er... latina?

"Hmm?"

"... can you tell the beast tribe?

"Hmm?"

To Dale's inquiry, Latina leans her neck strangely.

For Dale of the human race, even though the Beasts can be distinguished by their fur and physique, their faces alone cannot distinguish between men and women.

"'Cause we're all different, aren't we?

"Well... you know what I mean..."

Unexpectedly, I felt the awesomeness of the demon clan.

"You're a lot of beautiful people."

"I guess so."

That's what Latina said. Joseph's wife is a living beast tribe.

I know the white fur is glossy, and it's rare to have a slightly blue-grey color in your hands and feet, Dale thinks. But that's all.

"But Marya's going to be a cuter girl than Bingham."

Latina says as she smiles, but honestly Dale has no discernment whatsoever. I was vaguely wondering if it was a boy with black fur.

"True, awesome..."

"That kind of lady, she's a good hairy one,"

Joseph says as he strokes my head and Latina's.

(Is that where the praise is? Beastman ethnically……)

Cross-cultural communication is difficult.

The little house where Joseph lives with his family was outside the north of the village.

It is a simple interval between a living room dining room and two rooms only in the living room. It's an average house in this village.

The living room, where a single board table claims to exist in a woody room, is cluttered with various objects.

But I guess I don't feel uncomfortable because it's part of my daily life, including that.

"You're on your way back to the village, aren't you?

"Oh."

Joseph said as Dale handed his wife Ute the bottle of liquor he brought from Kreutz and the dried fish he sought in Kvalle, which he brought to the souvenir.

"How's your grandmother?

"I didn't hear you say you were dead... I heard you laughing at my father in a letter that he still couldn't take care of me."

"Apparently."

"Right?

Apparently Latina wasn't very interested in the conversation between the two men.

She watches sleeping Marya and asks how Oote works in the kitchen.

They try not to get their hands on it because it's a spare house, but it looked like they were intrigued by the first time in the life of the Beastmen and by the life of the countryside.

I'm wuss.

When Oote notices such a Latina figure invites her with a smile on her face, she approaches just saying she has been waiting.

"Huh."

Round your eyes at the way that Oote is accustomed to laying down mountain vegetables.

"How do you eat this?

"I eat a lot around here, but it's rare."

"Near Kreutz, because there are no mountains"

"Oh, yeah."

Let's see how Oote does it. Latina imitates it in appearance.

With her hands tight, Oote looks out for her. Latina tends to look younger than her real age, and she can do her chores compared to children of this age.

Once he starts helping, Latina seems to be more painful to stay still, looking for a job with a little behind Woote.

Many women are reluctant to let others touch the kitchen that is their domain, but young latinas gain in that regard.

It's smiling how a small child like her works with a smile on her face.

It was around the time that Dale and Joseph's conversation moved into the recent rumours of the King's Capital that wooden plates and stews stewed meat with vanilla were lined up on the table. It is accompanied by bread of a colour not seen in Kreutz.

In reaction to the smell, Marya's nose moved limply, sleeping easily in Joseph's arms. The same green eyes as his mother's oote open properly.

After a while of blurring, he looked surprised that there were people he didn't know.

"Huh!"

I hug Joseph anxiously.

Hmm. And he (Joseph) nodded.

"What do you say? It'll be cute."

"Say what. Even our Latina is quite something."

Loser and Dale point to Latina carrying a bowl of Japanese yam vegetables.

"Hmm?"

Latina, suddenly told the story, looked decent.

"Hello, Marya. It's Latina."

"Huh? Oh no?"

"Hello"

She was a nervous Marya when we were having such a conversation, but she was so used to Latina after losing it.

And also, Latina seems obsessed with little Marya.

He still eats stew with an unbound hand and bakes a worthy favor of wiping around the mouth of a sticky Marya.

Until now, in Kreutz, it seems to be a serious matter for Latina, who has often been 'taken care of', to be a 'sister'.

"That's cute."

(Our daughter (latina))

"It'll be cute"

(Our daughter (Marya))

Two men nod at each other with a regular face, yeah, to the friendly appearance of two such girls. Oote was proceeding with the meal without looking concerned.

It was scratchy absent.

We're all happy, so we don't complain.

"Mr. Woote. Stew, delicious. What's that smell?

"It's 'boar'. It's a lot around here."

"Heh..."

Latina is carrying a spoon to her mouth and chewing around a large piece of meat.

Vanilla was only used for flavoring, and the main ingredient was the kind of dish that claimed to be meat.

Latina eats happily, but it was the best snack in this face. The words are still vague, Marya, but she's eating as much stew as Latina.

As far as Oote and Joseph were concerned, they were eating more than the Latina and Dale minutes combined. The Beasts tend to eat heavily all the time.

"Are you guys leaving tomorrow?

"I'm going to do that for once, but is there something?

"Tomorrow we go hunting with the men from the village. Hopefully, he'll be able to hold some excess preserved meat or something. After that."

"Is that such a big hunt?

Joseph answered the question Dale asked as if nothing had happened.

"The witch of the purple god has spoken."