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

The feast after the ceremony is over is turned into a literal feast.

Young and old alike, we will empty the bottle of the Lord's secret liquor at this time and all the time, out of our tongues for a mountain treat.

Already some of the macdas and women are busy standing around wearing aprons. Among such a lively people, Latina, who sat a little next to the Vendergart lady and wore the pie wrap of the river fish she had taken apart, realized there was no sign of Dale.

Look to the right. Lady Venn chews the herb roast of the meat into a thousand pieces, while she mumbles open the liquor cup. Behind it, he seems to have been drunk by alcohol, and there is a figure of Yorke working his fluttering bride Frieda.

Look to the left. As the liquor enters, there is gradually a heated Randolph in the discussion with the people of the village. Nevertheless, the content of the discussion is remarkable to argue whether the first grandson is a good man or a good woman.

Look forward. Lots of people enjoy the feast. The dishes that Macuda has now brought in for the new plates were also made with the help of Latina. She is also very happy to have something she has made that looks delicious to eat.

"... Dale?

However, I felt so lonely that I didn't see him there.

Lady Venn also seemed to soon realize that Latina was looking for Kyolo Kyolo and Dale.

"Latina."

"Huh?

"If you're an idiot grandson, you're outside. If you're going after him, dress him up warm."

Lady Venn says as she hands over the stall that was nearby. Latina thought for a while, she bowed her head, wrapped her stall around her and sewed between a large crowd and went outside.

Stepping outside the mansion, the night breeze felt comfortable hitting the face that was lit by the enthusiasm of the people.

The liveliness inside is like a lie, the silence drifts.

There he was.

Latina approached relieved and was puzzled by how he was somewhere different than usual.

"... Dale?

He noticed the whining and raised his face, making him smile, as usual.

……

"What's up, Latina? It's cold out there. Get inside."

"Dale, you told me.... When you don't want to laugh, you don't have to laugh, do you?

To her words, after a surprised look, he turned his grin into a mixture of bitterness.

"... it's okay, Latina. I'm sorry I bothered you."

"... Dale... you miss me?

"We're having a celebratory seat today... there's no reason for that, is there?

She hugs Dale long enough to deny it.

(... If Latina was more adult, would it have been nice? Then I wonder if I can help you more about Dale)

Just a little sadder, Latina glanced over her moisturized eyes.

I wished I could be his salvation too, as he has always done to me.

If I were a more adult, I must have thought I might not have had to look at such a spicy smile. Still, at least, I thought I'd give him a hug, like I could have 'saved' him.

"Latina... I wish I could be quiet soon..."

If you whine that way, Dale smiled bitterly 'as usual' this time.

"Latina's slower, I think we should grow up, okay? Don't try too hard."

Trying to stroke Latina, he also seemed to notice that she looked like she was about to cry.

Slip the palm of your hair gently down your cheek.

"Really... you're a sweet girl, Latina is..."

I didn't think Latina would 'spot me' like this.

Asked if he was "lonely," he realized his emotions were close to it.

My brother's wedding. A large number of villagers announce the words of celebration one after the other. Voices wishing the clan more prosperity.

I'm not the one at the center of it. Everyone talks about times they don't know about.

Time will surely pass even while I am not in my hometown (here), and even if I am not, it will continue after this.

I should have cracked it, but lonely thoughts occupied my chest.

From the time I got my mind on it, I thought I was the one who would inherit the head of the clan. My surroundings looked at me like that, and that's how I was treated.

I never thought it would be painful to live for my clan. My father, my grandparents, and even before that... to inherit what generations of our lords have protected is to exchange their roots.

It was also for the sake of the clan that he gave his brother the seat that would bring him to the Lord.

I left my hometown (here) to protect my clan.

Bearing the name 'Leki', he chose the path to protect his hometown (here) from the outside.

Still, there are times when I think.

If there was no such thing as "escort", I might have stayed in my hometown (here) the whole time.

I thought I was supposed to be the next Lord's Seat.

"Hey... I'm drunk with alcohol. You want to go for a little walk?

"... yeah"

Walking hand in hand was also a natural course of action at some point.

It is above all honorable that this little girl should be next door.

Tislaw has long been neglected by the 'lords' of the land around here.

Our clan is one who lives in its own culture and code. It doesn't even belong in the original sense of the term 'larband'.

Still, it hasn't been ruled out as a rebel molecule, for one thing because Tislaw's technology is high and proprietary.

Settlements named 'Tislaw' also exist in other countries.

In the past, the powerful had asked for the land. Tislaw of the land, he said, had fought thoroughly, and at the end of the day had withdrawn no one from the village overnight, becoming a stuffing shell.

The most important thing the clan cares about is the 'clan' itself. To do this, abandoning the land makes it one of my choices.

The land Tislaw left also loses its luxurious' shelter ', and the unparalleled fertile land soon returns to normal. It becomes nothing more than a piece of land in a despicable mountain.

Forced into a war of annihilation to break the defense utilizing the interests of a strong land, he turned it into a brilliant warrior called the Tislaw clan to fight the wizards, and the last thing he got was one abandoned village. The split doesn't fit too well.

Tislaw is ahead of the currents, and it does not bitter to entertain the village anew.

Because local attribute magic has great power in the opening of the land.

And on any land, Tislaw's 'technology' has great commodity value. Because the proprietary technology of magic props is that it is like a chicken laying golden eggs.

Even in this country, the Lords neglect the 'Tissue' thing. - I can't help it. Villages and others in this surrounding area already attach more importance to 'Tissue' than to their lords.

With a high degree of knowledge and wisdom, the harvest and food reserves brought about by the abundant lands were such that they could carry out cage castle warfare in an emergency, while at the same time securing an amount capable of supporting even the surrounding settlements.

There are also many wizards. "Place Attribute" magic is an attribute that healing magic can use. And the herbivores are also nigh unto the families of the earth. Fatal injuries and illnesses in rural settlements, if this clan had the potential to save them.

The powerful can't be unoblivious. So much for a clan called 'Tissue'.

But for those at the core of the country, 'Tissue' is not a problem for other countries to leave.

It also involves national policy when it comes to losing the manufacturer of valuable magic artifacts and when there is a shortage of domestic artifacts. Nor can we ignore the benefits that "Tislaw's Demonic Props" can bring to Larband countries. It would have a disproportionate impact on many distribution and sales industries.

And if the 'Tislaw' who abandoned the land set a destination for emigration to another country, the 'Tislaw's Demonic Prop', which generates so much profit, would also belong to another country. That's all I want to avoid.

It was' best 'than anything else to have the status quo maintained if we tried to be the central powers.

The equilibrium began to shake when the person, who had been in such a relationship for so long - the 'Tislaw', the 'Larband Country' and the 'Local Lords' - replaced the Lords and began to rule the surrounding areas anew, stopped trying to hide their rebellion against the 'Tislaw'.

It was Tislough's winning Vendergart who struck one hand.