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

With Marya holding hands, Latina kept her mouth open in the village's central square.

"Lifetime."

"A boar is big..."

What Marya points to is the fruit of today's hunt for the Beasts.

"Ozaki-ku"

"Marya, do you like smells?

"Chicuki."

Such a way that the two girls have a friendly conversation is soothing.

That's why I kept looking at it for a while, but Dale returned it to me all the time.

"... latina"

"Hmm?"

"That's because you're a warcraft." Ordinary pig, "it just looks like that baby."

"Yet?

Apparently, he's seriously surprised.

It's really good to be able to correct Latina before she acquires the wrong knowledge.

Can a beast of unmistakable stature be a 'normal' pig alongside a house?

That's two in line.

They did say the hunt was a great success.

The "guardianship" of the "Purple God (Banafseghi)" witch in this village was a prediction of "dangerous things" around the village - to a limited extent.

This time it means that I could detect the existence of the 'Warcraft'.

It seems that this pig-shaped warcraft is often seen around this village, making it a frequently eaten meat in the village.

But that doesn't mean it's not dangerous.

The reason for the existence of the Witch of the Purple God (Banafsegi), which makes it possible to pick the sprouts of danger beforehand, is great.

"Hey... the demolition work is gross, huh?

"I thought this was going to happen."

"... I guess I should let the butcher do the demolition... and I don't think it would be very helpful to turn it into a boulder."

"Hmmm...... right"

The knife carried by one man's Beastman clan looked more like a double-handed Great Sword than a knife anymore.

Not very much, but I don't think I can handle it as an adult in Latina. It's not the right size.

"Oh no. Ahhhhhh."

It's a common sight for Marya, and she's not funny or anything. I'm pulling Latina's hand quickly. I walked out with satisfaction if Latina turned her gaze.

"Dale."

"Oh. Be careful. Don't leave the village."

"Ugh."

Latina asks Dale for permission while Marya pulls her off.

The two went for a walk in the village.

"Marya-chan, you're so fuzzy."

"Khuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Latina, who was also quickly tired of taking a walk, was now indulging in her soft hair. Marya is laughing and turning herself around, without even loathing her. He seemed to want to tickle.

"Oh, no, no, no, no.

"Hahaha fu"

We laugh at each other saying things that don't make any particular sense.

Noticing that the hair around the bottom of her neck was particularly soft, she stroked it there and Marya laughed furiously as she seemed comfortable.

Young Marya had soft hair all over her body. Moreover, he seemed to be filled with a cup of love in which his father's drowning could be detected. is in excellent condition.

It seems comfortable for Marya to be stroked by Latina, too.

After getting over the tickle, he has a decent look somewhere. I slept with Goron on the way, and I was just in a position to stroke him more.

"Oh no. Why?"

"Here?"

"More -"

"Yeah."

"Khuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Full of caresses that also captivate the Beastman tribe. It was the moment when one scale of Latina's new talent was seen.

Satisfied Marya and Satisfied Latina, who are showing tiredness but are still satisfied, returned with their hands together after half a minute had elapsed.

"Oh, no."

Even in the house, Marya is chasing after Latina.

"Ahhhhhh"

Dale, who was checking the map in the house for such a smile, also gave a soft look.

"I'm a lot connected, Latina"

"Ugh. Marya and I are getting along."

The way Latina smiles in her arms embracing her little marya was such a shock that she remembers the heavenly revelation that she should immediately seek a giant stuffed animal when she returns to Kreutz.

I wonder why I've never been able to buy her a stuffed animal before.

I was going to be so dismayed.

"Hmm?"

"Hmm? Nothing. Dale, it happens sometimes."

The unexpectedly cynical Marya and Latina situation decision fortunately didn't reach Dale's ear.

Marya also pulled Latina into her own bunk.

It was Latina who bothered me a little bit when I saw Dale, but considering she was leaving tomorrow morning, she seemed to want to spare a goodbye to Marya.

The unusual sleeping Latina and the mundane and satisfied sleeping Marya slept side by side, breaking Dale's rapport with Joseph (the two parent idiots).

And even if we get along so well, the time for goodbye comes.

"No ahhhhh!! Oh no, no!!!

Mary's cry echoed in the village of the Beasts in the early morning.

Pulled apart from Latina, Marya, held by Joseph, was crying with all her might as she rammed to escape its arms.

"Yahhh! Oh, no, no, no!

Joseph's damage is immeasurable when his beloved daughter rejects him with all her might, says he hates him, and says Latina is better.

Always a triangular ear pointing toward heaven is shaped a little pity for him.

If Dale looked at the neighbor Latina, her eyes were a little moist as to whether she was caught in Marya's tears. He is rinsing his nose small.

"... come say goodbye. See you on the way home."

"... yeah"

When Latina, who looked soggy, stopped near Marya, she was stretching her short arm to Latina as hard as she could.

"Oh no! Oh no!"

"Marya..."

Latina put her eyebrows in the letter (c) and searched for words.

"How are you, Marya... I was wondering if I could come back and see you...?

"Oh no..."

To Latina's words, when she stopped crying, Marya smiled and waved goodbye - - no way.

"Yahhhh!! Oh no, no!!!

I just switched on crying with all the more effort.

There was no such thing as a toddler listening with one word.

"Ah, already! All right, you guys, let's go! 'Cause I'll give up one of these days!

Joseph shouts his voice as he fights his beloved daughter, who tries to escape while grunting.

"Wow, ahhh! Oh, no!

"If Marya waits to stop crying, she can't do it at night. Be careful. Go."

Even to how my daughter cries, it seems to be a bitter mix of laughter, but a plain oote encourages Dale.

"Oh. So... thank you for your help. I think we'll be back."

"I get it. Be careful."

"I blame you.... Marya, bye..."

It was in anticipation that her footsteps would also be heavier that she put Latina, who bowed her head so badly, on the horse.

"Look, go because it's good! Be careful!"

Listening to Joseph's voice on his back, Dale pulls his reins and walks out.

Guidance Latina looked back and followed Marya with her eyes the whole time.

Even through the exit of the village and not being able to see the Bünte family together, only Marya's cry had reached firmly.

(I wonder if the neighborhood was annoying...)

With a little cold sweat, Dale enters a trail in the woods.

Don't look at the dull, tiny, snot-nosed Latina thing now.

"... I hope we can play together on the way home"

"... yeah..."

It would also be good for Latina to feel lonely about her breakup.

With that in mind, walk.

The forest tree leakage was thin and a few muscles were pouring down, illuminating where they were going.