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

This village has no name.

Strongly put, I use the thing 'Tissue' as a village name, but that's not right in the original sense.

"Tissue" is the name of a clan that originally lived in this village.

"So... there's no such thing as a 'family name' in our village. If it's true, 'Tissue' becomes my family name. Then, because everyone in the village has the same family name... it didn't help."

"Hmm? But Dale, you're always named 'Dale Leki', right?

"Oh. So in this village, you name the 'role' instead of the family name... my 'leki' is the name that can be given to 'those who go out and fight'. It's an old word passed down to the clan, and I don't know what it was like anymore, but that's all I'm telling you."

Dale was taking Latina and loading her in one of the mansions.

It was where it was originally his private room. The furniture used to be cleaned up, etc., but knowing on his own, he is already looking generous.

Latina had also lowered her luggage, knife, etc., then sat quietly and listened to him now.

"It seems our clan flowed from the extra land a long time ago. Settled in this mountain, he sowed up the land and made the village...." Loved and clan by the earth "is the position to name two names, many of our clans excelled in the protection of" Orange God (Cormosey) "and the magical aptitude of the local attributes for generations. Civil engineering and opening is the family art of our family..."

Many people excel in local attribute magic, which means that they do not have to devote a great deal of effort to such tasks as civil engineering and architecture - especially foundations. Even in such a despicable mountain, there is no trouble if there are more than one wizard in building materials and putting them together.

The protection of the God of Orange (Kolmozei), the God of the earth who desires abundance, is also a great force. While not all protective powers do, some of the protections of the Orange God (Cormosey) have a significant impact on crop growth. Not only that, but there are even things that make it possible for the land to recover faster and continue to harvest crops.

At first glance it is in an inconvenient mountain of countryside, but this is a land susceptible to the effects of 'filled with the power of God' protection. For their clan, it is an abundance of land that is well inhabited.

"So many of our clan habits are not the same as in 'Larband country'. They spend time in buildings with their shoes off."

"Ah..."

Speaking of Latina. She probably looked like that because she lived with Dale from time to time and was used to his "shoes off in her own room" lifestyle.

The thick, fuzzy rug, which is also laid in this room, seems to be very similar to that found in his room in Kreutz and was not uncomfortable for Latina, who was used to seeing it.

Leaving the room with Dale, the wood leads to a beautiful, mirror-polished hallway.

"It's in these mountains, and there's a lot of snow in winter. Well, they say our clan chooses those lands. So shoes are always dirty on dirt and mud. So in the house, you spend time taking off your dirty shoes. Originally."

Peppy and Footsteps and Dale leads the way, saying so. Latina had indoor wear made of fuzzy material available, so she would do little footsteps.

He stopped in front of the intended room after a while. Without knocking, grab the knob and open it.

The room, though not lavish, was the place to see at a glance that it was' superior '. It was a south-facing room with plenty of light to capture the precious days of snowy land, and was furnished by a well maintained fireplace, even in ancient times. Rugs were also laid in this room, but it is a' special 'piece woven with intricate patterns. Fine animal horns, furs, etc. adorn the walls to boast the fruits of the hunting of historical clans.

And in the center of that room, there was an old woman sitting, smoking in a flue pipe.

"So. Do you have anything to say? You shitty bitch."

"Stupid grandson. I hate to say that my ass hole is so small."

As the lord of the room with a laugh, the old lady sitting with Deng was quite small. He's about to finally win alongside Latina.

However, in such an absurd manner, such smallness also seems to be written off. It was a presence that could never be seen 'small'.

Let him sprinkle the flue in his hand, puffy as he deliberately provokes.

"Konno..."

Next to Dale holding his fist like he was pissed off, Latina looked at the old woman once before continuing to look up at Dale.

"... you look just like Dale."

"Huh! Latina!?

In abrupt words, if Dale was taken aback and looked at Latina, she was about to move forward by the way and in front of the old woman.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Latina. Dale helped me, and I'm with him now. You'll be blamed for a while."

That being said, I praise you in a clean position with a flowing motion.

It wasn't based on formal manners, but it was a greeting that conveyed her sincerity.

"Ho..."

"Is your grandmother Dale's grandmother?

"That's right.... Your daughter is better than our stupid grandson."

"Dale, you're doing a lot of good for Latina. You can tell me a lot. So, Dale, it's not stupid."

Latina swelled pussy little in front of such a 'huge' old woman.

"Latina, I don't think Dale's grandmother can say anything bad about Dale."

Then turn around and back.

"Still. You can't say anything bad about Grandma, either, Dale."

The girl's decision was both a fight and a defeat.

My grandmother and grandson exchanged glances.

In the center of it, a small, swollen latina.

"... the swells are cute too, Latina"

"Uhm."

"Latina would be cute"

"Where did you find this boy?"

"Picked it up."

"Sometimes you do, too. You find it."

Latina was discerning the truth at first sight.

Grandmother and grandson of The Similar. Though it is one another who also rebels because of the similarities.

The boiling point of "Things I Think Cute" is also approximated.

"Lady. Want some candy?"

"Don't feed me!

"Ame?"

Dale tries to push the old woman to take the amber candy out of the drawer by her side and invite Latina.

He knows. Once you allow your grandmother's 'attack', Latina will fall. And the other person's thoughts after that.

"No, you can't. Latina is me and this girl."

"I don't have a daughter-in-law, what are you talking about?"

My grandmother laughs with her nose at Dale as she cuddles Latina from her back, looking like her parent cat is turning her hair upside down when she protects her kitten.

"Hmm?"

Latina tilted her neck small to see the two earlier and the atmosphere changed.

"Look. Uh."

"Uh?

"Latina!

Candy is thrown into Latina, who opens her mouth honestly as she is told. It was an unimaginable and agile behavior from an age that neither interfered with nor became an object of Dale, and it was an instant event.

"Is it good?

"Yummy."

With one cheek swollen like a chestnut, Latina is kokokun. I nodded.

"Latina! So much for not getting food from strangers!

"Huh!? Dale's grandmother is going to be a 'stranger' too!?

"Don't worry about it. It's just hungry bullshit."

"Huh?"

"Don't listen to this bitch honestly!

"Huh? Huh?

"Hey, I was honest around the time."

"The result is me now. See?"

"I don't know. Is Dale and Grandma close?

"Not bad."

"Right."

If you put your doubts into Latina's understandable relationship between her grandmother and grandson, the two grandmothers and grandchildren replied with the same expression.

"Huh..."

Latina thought about it for a while,

"Then... is it good?

And, by the way, he made a monologue as he rolled a large amount of candy balls in his mouth.