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

Walk the narrow path in the village after the workshop.

If we went through between the houses, we could also see that each house had its own garden and small vegetable gardens and flower beds.

"The village of Tislaw is full of flowers."

"Really? Well, I don't know if I'd grow flowers anywhere... I'd have to change them every day."

"Can you?"

"It's the front door. It's a gift to the Orange God."

"Heh..."

With that said, I raised my gaze and could see the stepfield away. Many of the slopes surrounding the village are fields.

The sight she had built by piling up stone walls was a landscape she had never seen before.

"Fields? Sounds like stairs. Wow."

"Really?

Dale responded with a smile to Latina, who looked full of curiosity in her glittering eyes.

It was the presence of waterways that ran everywhere that caught my eye in the village, apart from the tapered fields. Waterways that keep abundantly flowing clean water without starving and thirsty run on each side of the house, or near the fields.

It was drawing spring water from the back of the village, from the mountains. Its existence, which is used as domestic water, also showed the 'abundance' of the land. This village is not only filled with the power of the earth, but also with the power of the water that is essential to sustain life.

Occasionally the wrong villagers and Dale stop and exchange greetings. In the meantime, Latina sticks it on his back like she's been distracted by strangers. Such tricks are also adorable.

It was the entrance to the village that I also passed yesterday that I slowly reached.

"This tunnel is the only entrance to our village. Nominally."

There are also routes that cross steep mountains.

But that's the way for emergencies managed by our masters for generations. Few even those in the clan know everything.

Dale headed a little towards the mountain as he crossed a wide path leading from the main street of the village to the other side.

"Remember, Master Cornelio's house is this way."

"Yellow god (asphalt) school building?

"I'm opening up a part of my home, so you can say so."

If we took the road, which is a slope, it became a staircase along the way.

At the end of the climb, a house was nestled.

The building is somewhat larger than the surrounding objects, meaning that it combines' school buildings'. Otherwise, however, it is not so different from other buildings in the village. The same is true of the fact that the front door is decorated with a round of flowers.

"School building?"

"Unique."

Latina tilted her neck like that, but Dale approached the door without worrying.

Latina looks surprised at Dale, who suddenly opened the door without even knocking.

Are you there?

"Dale? Are you jerking off in one of your own?

Latina asks, and Dale realizes, "Oh."

"It's called 'home' in our village, but it's not a knocker or anything. I don't even have a locked house. It's normal to call it intrusion."

"Phew... it's not like Kreutz"

"I was born this way. I'm surprised at the mess in Kreutz and all that."

"Latina was also surprised when she was first in Kreutz. One, full of awesome!

There were signs of people from the back while we were having that conversation.

It was the woman with her brown hair tied up who gave her a peek in the face. Walking up to the front door for a rest, he slowly opened his mouth to see what Dale looked like.

"Oh? Dale?

"Oh. Clarissa, sister. Long time no see."

"I was coming home."

"Yesterday. Is Master here?

"Yeah. Please come inside. And the adorable kid next door."

"Huh... nice to meet you. I'll be grandpa."

My paced looking girlfriend was some younger woman than Dale. The dark brown eyes are in the form of a gentle grin, as they represent their character.

"Running errands on your father?

"I'll be here for a while. Latina... I'm talking about this kid, but I was going to ask my master."

"Oh? Is that your father's nomination, not mine?

Compared to Dale, who strips his shoes off with pointy, Latina behaves in a well-behaved manner by sitting tight and taking off his shoes and aligning them.

Waiting for her like that, Dale and Clarissa kept talking.

"A priest like my master is not in the city's temple."

"Right. I can't deny that."

Clarissa leads us to the back with a laugh.

"Mr. Latina, would it have been nice?"

"Yes."

Latina, who is called by Clarissa to reply, is a little nervous or a little on her face going elsewhere.

"You're here with Dale?

"Really? Latina, I live in Kreutz with Dale."

"Oh. Dale, when did you find such a pretty girl?

"I don't deny Latina is cute"

Dale answered that in great seriousness, but Clarissa didn't break a slight smile.

"She's a pretty girl."

"Right."

Between the mess and nature, there was no penetration.

Clarissa led them to a place where several bookcases lined up, like a library room, and a vast array of books overflowed.

Look around the room like Latina was surprised.

The school building in Kreutz's "Yellow God (Asphal)" would have more books in total quantity than this. Still, this sight is rolling. I don't think it's the amount of books an individual owns.

As you slip into the back of the shelf, a large window enters your sight.

Before that, there was a desk so large that the size of the window could not be beaten. Unlike bookcases arranged and cleaned up on several pages, materials and documents are kept in perfect balance on the desk and piled up with mountains. One old man was working on it so that it could be buried in it.

"Master Cornelio"

When Dale calls, he finally looks up as he realizes.

The old man with gray hair had some resemblance to Clarissa in the eyes behind his round vitreous glasses. Turn a deeply carved wrinkled face into something surprising.

"Oh. Sometimes it's unusual."

"We're out of time"

Cornelio Caquerche is the one to whom Dale properly bows his head and greets him. He was the only cleric of the Yellow God (Asphal) living in this village.

"You seem to be active in the city."

That's what Cornelio said, pointing a gentle grin at Dale.

The small set of receptions, which were in a position that was not visible from the entrance to the room, was of the style of sofa and low table, unlike the format of this village.

Next to Dale sitting down, Latina sits down properly.

"My master is in this village, and you know it well enough to talk about it."

"I only have handouts."

Latina was a little nervous while the two kept talking about the city and the Wang Capital rumors, etc.

That ended when Clarissa brought tea utensils and tea treats.

"Huh."

After I accidentally sighed with admiration and saw it, I realized I'd forgotten to behave better.

I looked around as if, and looked down shyly at myself with a smiling eye around me.

Even such tricks soothe the adults around.

"That's cute. It would help if the children of the village were as adult as this."

Clarissa, who said so with tea support, placed a container with sugar in which Latina was distracted in an instant, in front of her so that she could see well. Flower ornaments of various colors are placed on top of the squared sugar.

"Phew... there's flowers on your sugar... that's cute..."

(Those latinas are adorable)

Even in the boulder Dale, in front of his mentor, he seemed to be able to weigh himself to such an extent as to keep his grunt inside.

"How do you do this? Can you make it?"

"Oh. So let me tell you next time? You must have time, right?

When Clarissa says so and lets you drop sugar in the tea, the puffy flower ornament floats on the water. Latina seemed increasingly distraught. Peek into the tea bowl and groan with your hands squeezed softly in front of your chest, representing a joyous look on your slightly red-stained cheeks.

"Wow. Wow... cute..."

"Latina is really cute......"

It was the moment when self-weight ended.