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

Speaking of which, I hear there's been a disturbance in the city.

"What?"

"Is that child related? I heard there were demonic children involved."

Dale laughed a little bitterly after understanding what it was referring to in Cornelio's words.

"My master is really deaf. Where do you buy such stories from?"

"'Temple' is a narrow world. You know how ominous it is to try to hide it in there."

Cornelio enjoys the scent of tea slowly, with a serene expression.

"Besides, those involved in it were characteristic (...). I knew right away it was about you."

"... I disturbed you"

"No. I'm not blaming you for what you did. Sometimes it's better for the Pullcages to look outside."

Dale is more afraid of Cornelio, who says it doesn't look like anything. He has no regrets for what he has done and fine dust, but it is hard to see how he is known to his mentor in this way.

"It would be more of a minority in" The Cleric of the Yellow God (Asphal) "going out" outside ", as in" Master ".

"Not really. What belongs to the Yellow God is polarized. He insisted on completing his scholarship by caging in the Temple, and he went outside to gain new knowledge."

That's what Cornelio said, a sip of tea.

"Well. The narrow-minded who have completed their scholarship only knowingly in The Temple will not even know the art of living when they are expelled from The Temple. It's a much 'cruel' judgment just not to lay your hands on it directly."

For the sake of words, Cornelio shows signs of amusement.

"... Dale?

"... Eh, Latina... Master Cornelio. I wanted to ask you today not just to say hello, but to ask about this child..."

"Ho."

My mentor seemed to adjust to how Dale looked when he blatantly changed his story.

I don't want to remind Latina of 'that case'. - That's not all. He has not told Latina that he used 'his authority' to retaliate against them.

She is a sweetheart.

You would be deeply saddened if you were the result of hurting someone because of yourself. Even if she has nothing to do with it. Even if that's the person who hurt himself.

Then I don't want them to know.

For the sake of such a (...) lifetime, Latina (...) grieves, etc., it doesn't fit.

The peace of mind of Latina was paramount to Dale.

As Cornelio put it, those with the protection of "The Yellow God (Asphal)" tend to be polarized by "those who go on their own to gain knowledge" and "those who spend the rest of their lives in the temple in academia".

The latter only knows a narrow world called the 'Temple'. Since many people have lived in the temple in academic circles since childhood, they do not know "the world" itself.

Still, if it were only in the 'Temple', we would be able to live.

However, it comes with difficulty that a 'cleric' expelled from the 'Temple' after losing the previously commonly used 'power' of 'protection' can live in the 'outside world'. He lived a way he never did anything called labor.

There is no one who likes and hires those who have been deported from the 'Temple' for scandals, even if they seek jobs such as education.

If this belonged, for example, to the 'Green God (Akdal)', he would live regardless if he went outside the temple.

Dale's retaliation was much more cruel than physical punishment for people with limited conditions, such as "the clergy of that time".

Dale looks up anxiously at Latina and smiles.

"Sister Clarissa, cooking is one thing now, but tea treats are one of the best arms in the village. Taste good?"

"... yeah"

Clever, I guess she realized Dale wasn't willing to talk any more. He didn't seem convinced yet, but he nodded quietly and showed it.

"Cooking is terrible right now."

"If you were improving, I apologize."

"Mmm..."

"Latina's a better cook than sister Clarissa, huh?

"Huh?

Suddenly, Latina looked up surprised at Dale, who had bragged out.

"Oh, really?

"I think you should let Latina make it next time, too."

"Dale, Dale. Latina, not yet, okay?

"Look, I wear humility at this age, too. Yikes! She's cute, and she'll be awesome good! You think it's for Latina to spread the sight and hearing at her master's, don't you? So, Master, please."

Dale, who has become a serious face and bowed his head, looks like a 'guardian'.

In the last few years he's been living with Latina, he's totally got a 'guardian' on the board, too.

Cornelio loosened his expression to the satisfaction.

As a teacher, it is a pleasure to grow a teacher.

"I got a treat..."

The latina was being held with the excess tea sweets tucked into the paper.

Latina, walking pompously downhill in front of the Cornelio family, spoke to Dale, who went one step ahead with a mixed look of confusion and joy.

"Is it good to have it?

"I think I'll eat Latina to the effect. That's why."

Latina gave Clarissa a full-faced smile that made her happier to watch when she mouthed the baked treat after that.

It's a reaction to the maker's profit.

"Delicious?"

To Clarissa I heard.

"Yum... wow, yum..."

The appearance of eating sweets in a satisfactory manner was powerful. Clarissa also dyes her cheeks by holding down her own chest.

"The children of the village too... eh, if you really behave like this child... eh"

"Hmm?"

"You can take the rest, too, right? Eat slowly."

"I don't know? Thank you. Thank you."

And so on, she got a souvenir.

'Cause Latina's cute.'

"Hmm?

Koten. and Latina tilted her neck, maybe she hasn't noticed her 'charm'.

Even in a big city called Kreutz, Latina is an adorable looking girl out of the group. She is such a beautiful girl in such a rural village that she has never seen her before.

The personality is honest and courteous.

And he's a happy eating child.

Maybe I can't help but want to feed you.

As a result, by the end of Dale's greeting, she had been brought with her mountains of sweets and fruits.

"For a while, Latina hasn't had any trouble snacking..."

"I wonder why they're all here? Is it this good?

"It's okay."

The two walking around talking were coming behind Dale's parents' house after they circled the village.

The path stretching through the mountains is small but well maintained. I slowly walked on as the leaking sun painted a complex pattern on the road.

In the meantime, it is the sound of water that has come to my ears.

I understand why it sounded so far away when I reached the end of the road and my vision opened.

Waterfall.

The puffy open spaces are semi-circular, with countless pieces of fresh water flowing thinly from the bedrock forming its perimeter. Not so much a drop, but the landscape of numerous waterfalls falling into a waterfall pot with a clear and abundant amount of water is even mysterious.

"Wow..."

Dale smiled contentedly as Latina raised her exclamation.

Dale goes all the way to the waterfall pot. It is a wet rocky place where it is slippery, so reach for and support the latina.

"Wow, that's beautiful"

Coming by the waterfall kettle, she happily put her hand in the water and was terrified by the cold. Because all of this water is spring water, it will not warm up depending on the season.

"Cold."

Still, Latina seemed happy and had her hands in fresh water again.

"Beautiful! It's like a temple here."

Dale was a little surprised by her thoughts.

By the waterfall, there is an orange god (cormosey), but it is primitive and rustic in appearance.

Yet Latina seems to have made a great effort to discern that 'the power of God is a dark place'.

"... do you understand? Latina doesn't have 'protection', does she?

"Yeah. No. I thought you were in Latina's Temple. Somehow, I thought it was more like a" temple "than a" temple "in Kreutz."

"The 'temple' in the city is an institution for one man who worships God... it's not as powerful as here."

"Hehe..."

"It's strange that Latina can tell by 'somehow'..."

Dale smiled as he said so.

"Maybe Latina is also loved by 'God'..."

After that dialogue he said, "You're so cute! I don't have a choice!" It continued, "Somehow the good vibe" was ruined.

He was the usual unfortunate specification.