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

As Dale's brother, Yorke's wedding approached, the whole Tissue crept somewhere.

In this village, which is rural, entertainment is limited. After all, an unusual big event is the "Halle Day" of the villagers.

Besides, this time the protagonist is from the main house. I know it will be a grand one.

In every house in the village, there were gorgeous signs of sunny-wearing insects and festive preparations.

Latina's sundress reworked what was at Dale's home.

It is made so that it is not frequently recreated and can be adjusted according to changes in shape and growth. The blouse did a pretty polite fix, but otherwise it was just a little packed in length.

Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle.

Latina, who carries the needle carelessly, is still in the Lady Venn's room today.

She spends the night in the same room or living room as Dale, but it seemed like a classic to be in the kitchen or this room during the day.

Because now Latina sleeps alone in the room next to Dale. He moved next door on the verge of sleeping and established a lifestyle of three seconds until a good night's sleep.

"Done!

"Which..."

Latina, with a sunny face, offered the sewn up skirt to Lady Venn. Lady Venn also checks her seams and gives her a passing score with Hum.

"Pretty good."

"Really?"

"Oh. Who taught you that? You can't do this to my stupid grandson, can you?

"To a friend of mine."

Latina, who was being caressed for what she was doing, had a good, proud smile.

Lady Venn is not spoiling about her, and in a way she is more generous than Dale, but where she tightens, she is also a tightening person.

Dale basically compliments her for what she did. Praise. That's a pleasure, but for uplifting Latina, it seems more pleasant to be praised by people with tough passing scores like Kennis and Lady Venn.

She didn't grow up, she was a child who could make cold decisions.

"Hana, how are you coming?

"After coming from the village below, we'll rent this house with the entrance to the village and make it ready. We have our way. To be a member of the clan, you must keep up with our fashion."

"Really? I've seen them in Latina, Kreutz, in the temple of the Orange God."

Make sure Latina looks a little farther and follows her memory.

The Lord God of the Raband Nation is the Red God (Ahmal), but the Orange God (Kolmozei) is also a God who desires the prosperity of his descendants from the place where he conducts abundance. Derived from it, it was also conceived as the god who presided over the marriage.

This is also why most towns and villages are equipped with objects dedicated to the orange god (Cormosey), even if there are no priests with protection.

It's also an institution for marriage.

"It's a little different from the way the city does things."

"Fun!

Latina seemed happy with the skirt she had passed in her chest.

Tislaw's culture is unique.

That is reflected not only in the custom, but also in the outfit.

The thick fabric skirt is decorated with an embroidered decorative bow sewn on the hem. Aprons are often attached to them except during liturgy.

Both men and women were dressed on blouses and shirts, wearing vests and tightening elaborately embroidered bands.

Because it is a people who serve the God of the earth, the embroidered drawings of costumes for formal wear were determined to belong to the design of grasshoppers. Those that cannot be made overnight in the morning are those that have taken over in each house, or that the mother will finish for my child over time.

Wearing unfamiliar costumes seemed like one of the pleasures. She is also a 'girl' interested in fashion.

"Latina, do you look good? Isn't that weird?

"Latina seems cute. You look great."

The comment itself does not appear to have made any significant difference to my grandmother either.

"Latina is really cute"

"Uhm."

"If Latina wears our family costume, look special."

"Uhm."

"Better than the bride, take the lead."

"Uhm."

"Dumb brother there. Grandma, come on."

To the grandchildren and grandmothers of such similarities, it was on the day when the bride finally entered.

Latina wore a set of Tissue clothes she fixed herself. He also wears a large gemstone brooch on his chest as a dress fixture. In Tislaw, a family of craftsmen, jewellery is also familiar. Latina's, of course, was a borrower, but it was a splendid dish worthy of the character of our master.

Unmarried men and women adorn fresh flowers even more. Women mainly give it to their hair, men give it to their hats. The difference between unmarried and married is also manifested in bands wrapped around the waist, with unmarried people designing flowers. Married men were ordained fruitful designs.

Yorke, the star of the day, is no different from the other men in the form of the costume itself. Both the stone is fastened with jewelry and the knife is raised to the waist in a Tissue style.

The only thing I can tell he's the star is the belt print. Only the bridegroom is sewn with both flowers and fruit.

"Are you still 'flowered'? My brother got you ahead of him."

That's the congratulations Dale, the lead brother, receives today.

Latina is adorable enough to have a parent silly dialogue as well.

Brightly colored fresh flowers are well visible in platinum hair. It also gave me a fresh sense of surprise to say that it was an unfamiliar figure called Tissue's ethnic costume.

"Dale's cool, too."

"I'm sorry it's 'flowered'."

It wasn't until the ritual began that I was being light-mouthed, and when I heard the sound of a bell rang from afar, I switched to some nervous air.

Walking with the bell ringing as a touch is a relative of the bride.

The man, unfamiliar with the Tissue's flushing, responded to the bell ringing in a terribly tense manner, and the people of Tissue, who welcomed him on the left and right side of the road, scattered petals on the road.

The ritual of marriage takes place regardless of the season other than winter, which is closed to snow, but it is still the most gorgeous ritual that takes place in the spring. There are plenty of petals to be sprinkled with blessings this season, when there are many types of flowers that spring in earnest and bloom.

When the first touch reaches the front of the bridegroom's house, it rings the bell louder. It was at this time that the bridegroom's family went outside, and Latina opened her eyes wide to a brightly colored single path, painted inside Tissue.

Yellow, red, peach, white... Including the dark light, it is not that simple to say, the many colors have repainted the way the bride is going to go.

When the petals rose in the wind, the aroma drifted around as well.

"Beautiful..."

Her sighing gaze turns to a point so that she can be sucked in.

A decorated seat hung on the stick held by the Tissue men, where the bride sat.

Decorated with beautiful costumes and luxurious ornaments with intricate embroidery, the bride has an orange hat on her head. The color of the orange god. There were plenty of fresh flowers decorated there as well.

Loosen up. The cage carrying the bride comes down the path of the flower.

This was followed by several people who were different from the costumes of Tislaw. I guess he's a relative of the bride.

"Flowers... beautiful..."

Latina dyed her cheeks rosy and watched the look with her admirable eyes.

Speaking of Dale, behind that bride, she was delighted with the celebration for the village of her wedding to Tislaw as a position of village chief, but still had a mild self-projection on the 'father of the bride', a look that seemed complicated.

What am I going to do about Latina admiring 'the bride'? I can't believe I'm marrying this one, if I bring a guy who doesn't know where the horsebone is, would it literally be okay to bone him? At least I won't forgive him unless he's better than me. But if I disagree, would that make Latina hate me?

What should I do? I'm going to cry.

"Why do you look like that?"

Randolph's penetration is firing a target.

Randolph receives the bell that the touch had and responds to each other in a courtesy. The gate was opened wide, and the driver's cage with the bride went inside at the head of the bridegroom's family.

The cloth shoes worn by the bride stepping inside the mansion do not even have faint dirt on them. For Tislaw, the earth is God Himself, a fearful being. This series of rituals is the ritual of sending the bride to the house of the bridegroom without being deprived by God.

After that, the feast begins.

In the presence of the bride and groom lined up on the chicks, instead of being put in, the villagers visit to celebrate. The adults have festive objects, but besides that all men had brought a round of flowers.

Latina also bowed, holding a light peach flower in her chest, trying to get it off.

"Congratulations"

The bride, who received her offered flowers, responded with a nervous smile, placing it on the legged table provided behind her. It was already overflowing with mountains, as evidenced by the number of people who visited it.

Finally, this flower - a testament to the blessings of the surrounding people - is offered to the God of Orange (Kolmozei), and the ritual ends.

Tislaw's culture was very important to the existence of flowers.