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

Latina sighed in front of the lined 'demon props'.

"Beautiful."

"You like that? If you want Latina, I will."

"Yeah. I just need to watch"

Shaking her head at Dale's words, she took another thing lined up next to her.

"Is this also a 'demon prop'?

"That's right. Our village is where the production of 'demonic props' is made into business. I specialize in these kinds of craftsmanship and machined weapons like my cage hands."

What Latina is looking at right now is everything that looks like an elaborately crafted accessory with gems. But in fact, he says it is a magic prop with the magic of protection.

This item is popular with you who cannot stand out and attach protective equipment, etc.

"I don't really do leather products like my coat because I'm usually good at metal processing. He's a bespoke guy."

They are not made as external sales and only to the extent that they are consumed inside the village.

The 'magic props' of those leather products made are used as gear and everyday clothing for those who go hunting. It's a luxury story elsewhere, but for those living in this village, we take it for granted that we can use our own bribes.

"Phew..."

"I have contacted you in advance, but it will take some time for me to size it and complete it... it is from then on that I will return to Kreutz. It's too rural and boring."

"Yeah. Latina, I'm looking forward to it. It's full of things Kreutz doesn't have."

"Right. Tomorrow, I have to say hello. I'll show you around the village."

"Ugh."

Randolph, the one who put them out to show Dale and Latina in a soothing conversation in front of the village's specialty, "Demonic Props," had a mixed and complex expression of emotion.

If you take it from him, your son, who I haven't seen in a long time, would be the one to deal with that because he was drowning a young girl.

Still to see that look, to the extent that drowning (...) can regain what an emotion, it seems my son was able to regain his original, his-like personality.

I'm relieved.

Outside the world, life-threatening tasks - things that are just dangerous work about the 'Demon King' and the 'Demon Nation' that are not involved in the 'normal' adventurers for the rest of their lives. - - It's not like I wasn't worried about him as a father, who, over and over again, brushed his mind down.

Randolph also guessed that his son suffered until he could say that he was "broken off" from continuing to kill one (...) or something close to the other.

(…… have you been able to self-affirm this young lady by turning her gratitude and unbehind-the-scenes love)

Then, as a parent, I would have to thank her (...). Because it's my son's "benefactor".

"Father, is Master Cornelio still active?

"Hmm?... Although my daughter Clarissa has been more committed to educating the children of the village lately. I'm fine."

"Well...... then, Latina. You should teach Master Cornelio to study while you're here. The priest of the city's yellow god tells us how to look at things a little differently."

"Is there a 'school building' in this village, too?

Latina tilted her neck. Dale asked me that there was no such thing as a "yellow god (asphalt) school building" in the village I'd stopped by on my journey. The business of education has not spread to small settlements in the countryside.

Though "This Village" seems to be a lot of substandard land.

"Master Cornelio is a priest of the Huang God (Asphal). I wonder if it will be a 'school building' for once nominally."

That's what Dale said, making her look a little nostalgic.

"I'll introduce you tomorrow, so stay tuned."

"Okay."

A large mansion, but the scent of dinner support arrives from the kitchen to the living room. Latina softened when she realized it.

Dale knew why, so he just watched with a loose look, but Randolph looked worried.

"What's up?

"What... you know, ahhh..."

Latina looks in trouble for Randolph's questioning. Keep pulling the hem of Dale's clothes quickly and complaining with your eyes about what to do.

"Dale......"

"Get some rest today or so. I'll tell your mum."

Dale laughs bitterly as he strokes his head, explaining the situation to his father.

"Latina is restless if she's not working. Even in Kreutz, he helps Kennis do his" Tiger Cat Pavilion "job. I've left the cooking to Latina while I've been here."

"Hmm..."

"I know you don't like being a 'customer'. Let me do my job."

"It's a virtue to be a worker"

When Randolph said that and gave him a soft look, Latina let go of Dale's clothes as she was relieved too.

The living room door opened after watching Latina as though she was still a wuss, with her father and son looking at small animals as if they loved them.

Basically, Tislaw people are not in the habit of doing 'knocks'. Because of the idea of welcoming everyone into shared spaces, such as the living room, while speaking up in advance when entering a work or private room.

The young man who opened the door and came into the living room was the one who received the impression that he was very similar to Dale just at first sight.

Little has changed since I was a year old.

He strokes his mowed hair shorter than Dale, and his body underneath it, with his leather jacket off, is no less pale than Dale, an arm-written adventurer.

"Yorke."

"Brother... you were home. Was it today?"

"... that's usually the reaction. Fathers, how hard I've been working for a joke."

"Oh. Did they (...) do it again? My brother's in trouble, too."

That's what Yorke said, he turned his gaze to Latina next to Dale.

"Is that the son of a demon whose brother is troubled?

"Oh. Latina, this is my brother Yorke."

Latina stood up a little after hearing Dale's words. Give me a proper compliment.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Latina. It'll be a while."

…………

Yorke looked a little surprised, then saw Latina, then his brother.

"Surprised. I don't think my brother's in trouble. He's a decent kid."

"That's how you perceive it..."

Dale wrinkles between his brows at his brother's words. Hi, I still seem to have a stronger impression of myself for my family when I left home, when I was half a child.

The fact that 'names are sold as first-rate adventurers' in Kreutz and Wang Capital sometimes means that they don't get rumors, and they're not eligible for evaluation at all.

"Nice to meet you. Your brother will always take care of you, won't he? I'm sorry."

"Huh?

"Yorke......"

To Yorke's greeting, Latina gave a sobering voice. It's a completely unexpected word for her.

"You know what? You know, Latina's always got Dale all better, right?

"Let such a little boy be concerned... brother..."

"You..."

"Just kidding. About half of it."

Latina, who had been trying to understand, tilting her neck slightly, even during such exchanges, nodded vigorously just as she understood.

"It's Dale's. Come on, you're changing!

"Latina......"

Dale had no choice but to be disappointed.

I can't find the material to deny it.

"I wasn't ready today, so I'll have a welcome banquet tomorrow."

"Wow."

Latina cheered on many of the dishes arranged on the table by Makuda, Dale's mother.

Despite saying the feast is the next day, there are many dishes lined up on the table. Many dishes and ingredients that Latina has never seen before. I can't help but be happy with her.

"Grandma, we have to get her."

Latina's coming, then.

After raising her hand vigorously, Latina picks up Lady Venn with her full and small footsteps.

Dale should have believed the bad feeling he had at that moment.

Because his quest, which has come to be called first-rate, is at all times based on some reason.

I got a bad feeling.

Latina was never separated from Lady Venn during or after the meal.