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

Dale's once private room and the room next to it were the rooms assigned to them.

And now, as usual, Latina is resting peacefully in the bedroom in the room where Dale was supposed to use it.

Sometimes Dale was reunited with his family for the first time in a long time, and it was too late to go back to his room because of what he intended to talk about. Latina looked like she was going to sleep at the usual time, so she told her to get to the floor first.

"Hmm... well... it's not my room anymore..."

Scratching her pompous head, Dale peered into Sleeping Latina. My expression looses naturally.

It's also pathetic to move a latina who was meant to use it but sleeps so comfortably, because it was her own private room. You should use the next room.

He thought so, leaving the room behind so as not to make a sound softly.

At that time, I thought that would be good.

In the middle of the night, Dale woke up.

I ask myself why I woke up. Work patterns, he doesn't get blurry just because he's awake.

……

Called, I felt like.

"Huh! Latina?

Gabba jumps up and leaps out of the room. As soon as I thought I was out in the hallway, I immediately opened the door to the next room.

What Dale saw jumping inside the room was an empty bunk. I can lose my blood.

Still, he never lost sight of himself all. The remaining calm part notices the signs.

corner of the room.

The blanket swelled away from the sleeping area, which I should have unloaded and unpacked as a package.

"Latina?"

As Dale spoke, the blanket chunk trembled more.

"............... Dale?

"What's up?

When I hung up on top of each other, Latina looked out of the blanket.

"Dale!

Jump out of the blanket with Poughn and hug him to Dale. To the confused Dale, he pressed his crying face full of strength.

"Were you crying? Hey, what's up?

"My eyes, I whispered, but Dale wasn't there. Latina, get frightened. But, Dale, I don't know where."

Interruptly, she complains. I rinsed my nose small from time to time.

"Dale, he's not here. I know."

"... sorry"

He gently utters his apologies before stroking her slightly sleepy hair.

I'm in the next room. That means I don't know for a sleeping latina. She has been in this room ever since she arrived at this mansion.

For Dale, it's a house where he was born and raised, a place where he knows his intervals well, but for Latina, it's the first strange place he's visited.

You'll be anxious. He said he had lost sight of such a natural thing.

(... It's been a long time since I've been home and I guess I was loose too)

"I'm sorry. You scared me."

Latina is just a kokuri. and nodded and remained hugged by Dale. I'm not trying to leave.

"Look, get in the futon. It's cold, isn't it? I'll stay with you till Latina's asleep."

Dale said that so that he could forgive me.

The mountainous Tislaw lands are slower in season and have lower temperatures than in Kreutz. Late in the night, this time is so cold that I don't think it's spring ahead.

"... Dale. He's gone."

But Latina complained in a cry, blocking it from happiness. It has the power to hug even more.

"I don't mind... I'm leaving... Latina alone, yah..."

(Latina's... snack... eh)

Latina is a child who never speaks of me, even if it is sweet.

It's such a latina's, crying 'snack'.

"... I don't have a choice"

The time it took for him to fall was only a few seconds.

That is what the world calls summary judgment.

And I picked you up, bright morning.

She looked in trouble, wondering what was going on.

"So is my mother, I think people are each. Still, I think Latina's still small (...)"

"You don't ask me what I'm like in your mum's head. That's not true. Absolutely"

My son immediately disproves the words spoken by my mother at the breakfast table.

"I hear that city life is too late to marry, so I was wondering if that's what you haven't found your daughter-in-law for, Mother. That's right, my son is a girl..."

"Latina's listening, so you really need to stop, okay?

What Dale's mother, McDah, saw was a son who slept alongside a young girl. There was no one in the room ahead to wake him up, and the sight of him opening it with suspicion was it.

- - A good old son, hugging a young girl and sleeping. You'll be worried.

I thought you wanted to be cute, but I didn't know that was it. As a parent, reason must be right.

Dale looks at her mother with her sitting eyes. Then my father, who was watching the mother-child exchange, took a sip of tea and nodded heavily.

"Right. You... are that kind of preference."

"My dad doesn't want that with a serious face either"

Latina, who looked sober, raised her voice at that time.

"Dale... Latina, because I said so selfishly... I'm sorry..."

"Here! Latina would have taken it seriously!

"Fair enough. You're a really good girl."

"Uhm."

"Latina, because the mumps are just teasing me. Don't worry about it."

After that, Dale turns to his parents.

"Sometimes Latina lets me leave a message, so it's not like I can't sleep alone. I was alone in a place I didn't know this time, so I think I got anxious. Let me do this until Latina gets used to it for a while."

"Latina's nothing small yet. It's dark in the country, and I'm scared."

Change your previous attitude to colorful. McDah laughs at Latina.

"Uhm."

Randolph nods affirmatively as well.

"I'd be scared to wake up and be somewhere I don't know. You're such a bad boy."

"Uhm."

"You guys..."

"Turn to your parents. What is' you '? What is' you '?"

"In the morning... I'm tired..."

"Dale, are you kidding me? I'm sorry about Latina's selfishness."

"I knew...... my healing was only in Latina...... Huh!

The voice of Dale contained thoughts from the depths of his heart.

Leaving the mansion holding hands with Latina still in a state of sobriety.

On a low temperature Tissue morning, the air must be cold. It has a different sobriety than the feeling of cold.

Spring has been felt on the roadside land, but Tislaw has only just spring. The trees with soft bud colors are colored by dark greens with yellow signs. The grasshoppers on the side of the road are also somewhere soft in color.

I can't wait to sprout simultaneously to celebrate the late spring.

The earth's powerful land was so intensely choked with such signs.

Latina is not the usual cape, she has the stall on her shoulder.

The light pink stall is thick with bristles and warm to the touch of it. It was fastened with a brooch in the shape of a flower.

It was prepared by Lady Venn pulling out of somewhere in the mansion.

I acted too fast yesterday today.

Dale put himself up on the shelf and made an inner monologue about it.

"Latina looks good in those colors."

"Dale?"

"That's the color of spring. That's cute. Grandma knows better."

Understanding that word of his, Latina smiled slightly illuminated.

"It's warm."

"Good for you."

Dale's smile brightens up as does Latina's smile.

Latina also grabbed back gently as he put a little effort into the hand he connected.

After leaving the mansion, Dale began walking in the village around the right.

"This one's in a workshop. It's a joint village facility. There's a lot at stake, so don't go hang out on your own."

"Yeah."

Several slightly larger buildings line up in the direction Dale pointed. The Tislaw people are working together in this facility to create magic artifacts.

"It's the office in front of you, so go here when you really need me. Next door is Shipper. Letters, we can get you out of here."

There, too, she had a familiar envelope and a feather-designed Moss Green flag lowered. Latina looks a little surprised.

"Letters ya. Are you there?"

"I don't know about our village, because orders come in from all over. I needed it. Even as a larband-country."

That's what Dale said, he went inside the office. He is the one of our house. As the eldest son of Randolph, there were people everywhere who had to show their faces when he returned.