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

"Better than when I came back, did I come back?"

Spit out the smoke, and Dale's grandmother - no one calls her by her grand real name, Vendelgart, mainly called Lady Venn - laughs.

"... so different."

"Well. If you keep looking forward, slap back on your sexual roots, Randolph and the others are nervous. I let it go because it's funny."

"... father"

Randolph was Dale's father's name.

Apparently, it was not only my grandmother's order, but the other faces were badly ridden 'raids' as well. Dale sighs one loud sigh on purpose.

"Well... oh well, 'kidding' is the usual thing... I didn't want you to get hurt because I had Latina this time. Just in case."

"Can't you even protect me properly?"

"I'm protecting you."

In the middle of those two, Latina was eating candy, listening.

If you think your right cheek was swollen, go back to your normal face and now your left cheek is swollen.

By the way. By the way. The sound of rolling candy balls called occasionally leaked out of the gap in my lips.

I guess the person is going to be adultly quiet, but there is quite a bit of self-assertion.

"... latina"

"Hmm?"

"Candy...... good?

"Yeah."

"Good for you."

Dale was distracted by the sound and asked how she was, but broke into her very satisfied look.

If she's happy, there's nothing to tell him.

To the appearance of such a grandson, Lady Venn was inhaling smoke deeply satisfactorily.

Walking down the hallway, Latina asked Dale.

"Dale's not getting along, is he?

"Oh."

"Then why were you in a 'fight'?

"Hmm... it's not a fight. Because my 'role' is' role '... I don't know if I can do it right or if it feels confirmed..."

That's what Dale replied, with a bitter laugh.

"The last time I came back, it was a while before I met Latina.... back when I was the most wasted.... You must have been worried."

"Huh?"

"... I, too, thank Latina for making me happy."

Koten. and that's what Dale said as he stroked Latina's head tilting her neck. I don't really want this kid to hear my story 'not dressed up'.

(From my family's point of view, you were like that (...)... 'I can see you, you saved me' is the same for me...)

Latina has often said to me, 'It's good to see Dale,' but maybe he was lucky to have met Latina, too.

Because the gentle time flowing through the days of living with her is definitely what she gave me.

"But I think the fathers are doing too much."

"You more than that.... are you always walking with your daughter that way"

"Huh?

"... it's like suddenly throwing me out to a place I don't know on my own, don't be cool"

"... no. But hey..."

In the living room, his father, Randolph, was sipping tea as he circulated and read some sort of script. I guess it's not work that it's not my room, it's private stuff.

It is the Vendergard woman who is the head of the clan and head of the village, but she is quite old on boulders. Randolph is in charge of most of my work as the owner.

Latina leans a little closer next to Dale, who slowly lowered his back before such a father's diagonal. There's plenty of space in the living room, but he wasn't comfortable sitting in the center, arranging for half a hiding position on Dale's back.

Let me take a peek at your head and hide in your back again.

I don't mean to be hidden, but as a result of looking around the interior of the living room and something of interest, to the right and to the left, it looks that way from Randolph's position.

Once I'm concerned, I follow you with my eyes. That's what it is.

And my son, who I haven't seen in a long time, keeps a warm eye on the smiling look of such a girl, but as a matter of course, he has the face of 'it's natural to be next door'.

I want to hear "what happened".

"... I picked up Latina, who died with her parents, on the way to work, and then I'm bothered by what I've become. I would have written it in letters from time to time."

"Well... but hey..."

"... If you were Latina, you'd be in your room, wouldn't you? Should I?

Latina, who was listening to Dale and Randolph's conversation, pinched her mouth yes. Dale answers immediately.

"There's no way Latina can get in the way."

"You..."

"Dale, it's always like this for Latina. It's sweet."

"You're not the kind of kid I say you are, so you're just about to let me spoil you."

"For now, I know you're sweet."

Randolph nodded one with a blown out face of something.

"You know what? Dale's old lady?

Considering that one was separated, Latina came out a while ago. Try to look up at Randolph and tilt his neck small.

"... what?

"Latina, I was wondering if I could call you about your old lady? I don't know your name, so I don't know."

…………

The girl, shaking her platinum hair saggily and turning her big gray eyes straight, looked amazingly adorable once again. I thought she was a 'cute' girl from the first time I met her, but if I turn around like this, I have to realise that she has a neat build that is young but can't help calling her 'Lord of Beauty'.

Randolph lost his word for a while and watched her, but noticed another shock after a breath delay. Exhale heavily.

"Hmm?"

"We couldn't have a daughter..."

"Father..."

"Hmm?"

"... will you ask me one more question?

"Huh? Dale's old lady...... Latina, what can I call you?

"That's not a bad idea, 'Oo-san'..."

"Father..."

"I think I know how you feel a little bit."

After all, father and son are similar in strange places.

"Oh. I was. I remembered it in" Daughter. "

That's what Randolph said and looked at Dale again.

"I've decided to take the daughter of the village chief downstairs as my wife"

"Marry?"

"That's right. Trying to get it done while you're here. I decided to expedite my appointment. We'll have a dowry ritual soon."

"What's the daughter of the village chief downstairs... Oh, is that Frieda? Is that good?

"There's no problem. Calm down (...). He says it's something he hasn't wished for over there. It would be normal psychology to rely more on Tislaw (our) than" distant lords ""

"Well... faults, warcraft, healing magic... even if you asked your lord, it's visible that you'll be left behind in this countryside... if you count on us, you can handle some things."

"My troubles with the Lords have also been discussed in your work (...). No problem for a while."

"... right"

Dale made her laugh with a little bit of another emotion included.

"Then I'm a proper head of the clan..."

……

Randolph looked at his son's expression and carried a tea bowl to mislead his loose mouth.

"Sounds like it's okay now."

It was a fact shared between parents and children, even without words, that Dale did not respond to that word because it was not a denial, but because it was a lightning up.

"... daughter-in-law... have you been moved by Yorke (...)? So when's it going to be tough? Still working..."

"Huh!?

Halfway through Dale's words, she was losing her mind of blood if he looked at her surprised by the stunned voice that went up from Latina, who had been quiet.

"What's up, Latina? Are you sick, too?

"Yeah. It's a good idea.... Dale, who's" Yorke "?

"Hmm? Oh. I haven't introduced you since you haven't come home yet. He's my brother."

"Dale's Oath?... Oh, you want it?

"Oh. You can see the wedding while you're here. It also consists of letting you prepare (...) Latina sundress!

That seems to be a decision in him.

"Oh well..."

Latina's complexion, whining so, was completely undone, and her expression was as usual. It's just a few changes in time that make me wonder if Dale was wrong.

"Bride. I'd like to see it."

Latina laughing at me for saying that, I didn't see any shade.