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

Vendergart invited Cornelio Caquerche, a high priest of the "God of the Yellow (Asphal)", to the village through the "Lecchi", which existed everywhere - out of Tislau, and from the outside world, those involved in the clan.

He is an authority in the field of cultural anthropology. It was Vendergart's decision to hear about his interest in 'Tissue', which has its own culture, that invited him. Originally, Tislaw does not include others in the 'clan'. - - It is not a rash to welcome you as a new member of the 'clan'. We don't welcome migrants into our settlements.

Cornelio is so cleric that he also has a say in the Temple Centre in the King's Capital.

Vendergart went through him and the temple of 'The Yellow God (Asphal)', eventually leading him to make contact with the highest-ranking power in the Larband country as well: the Duke of Erdystedt.

What "Tissue" presented for this purpose was the presence of Dale, our master man.

In the present situation, where the influence of the 'Demon King' grew and the threat of the 'Seven Demon Kings' and the 'Two Demon Kings' grew daily, it was the 'being' that the powerful were eager to be.

"He who possesses the love of God" - "The rare man", expressed by the fact that he has more than one "blessing" of God, not just one "blessing".

He is the only one capable of harming the Demon King against existence, or the Brave One.

Though rare enough to be called a 'rare man', 'brave man' is not the only one. But not necessarily a warrior accustomed to the battlefield.

For a larband country that wanted to counter the threat of a 'demon king' with belligerent and dangerous thoughts, it was the brave men 'with the power to fight', like Dale, who needed them in place of anything.

Indeed, Dale has the 'power to fight'.

His' protection 'has the characteristics to work in favor of the battle. The "protection" that he is given from the "God of Orange (Cormosey)", which also has a profound connection to his clan, was "the protection of the magic of the earth". Dale consumes little magic if only local attribute magic.

And being an excellent hunter, he was also good at handling weapons.

He taught Cornelio, wore academia no less than those of the city, and loaded his drills as an adventurer with young talented adventurers.

Sure enough, Dale could have been described as a good warrior.

It was at the back waterfall that Dale took Latina for a walk.

As Latina cast the magic of the light, soft lighted beads fluttered like her personality. Walk side by side along the path illuminated by it.

When we reached the waterfall, several lanterns lit up the area.

Lights reflect on the surface of the water, and a number of lights surround the perimeter. It also seemed to go hand in hand with the original mystical space and not the sight of the present world.

"Wow..."

"Yorke and Frieda just came for the ritual."

The last ritual is for the bride and groom. Latina didn't come here because she was waiting at the mansion. I'm glad I could show it to you.

Mountain flowers are served before the orange god (Cormosey). Only the number of these flowers is a testament to the blessings received.

"... york must be a good winner"

……

Looking up at Dale, Latina seemed to be thinking of something as she dropped a complex shadow on her expression at the shaking lantern lights. Feeling an atmosphere that seemed like she was about to grow up to fly away, Dale gently touched her head so as not to disturb her well-groomed hair, trying to rub her head off.

Indeed, Dale can 'fight'.

Until then, however, the only time he had taken weapons in the town was when he would capture prey for hunting and when he would protect the village from external enemies.

I never took the life of 'one'.

If the Demons had all looked like beasts, they wouldn't have had to suffer so much.

Even if he became a family member of the Demon King and a Demon clan, there would be no change in appearance. The Demons, who make up the majority of the Demonic Nation, are hardly different from the Human Nation except for the presence or absence of horns.

I have no regrets that I fought the families of the Seven Demon Kings who attacked me in order to bring strife to the source of the 'human race'.

It may have been salvation for the other party to take its life in the wake of a grudge and plea raised by the family of the "Two Demon Kings", who are turned into aliens that do not seem to be living things - even if they do not know the language, but only a groan that seems to be so.

Still, the act of killing "one" - just taking it away - sharpened his spirit.

The essence of Dale is "The Lord of Tissue" - what he does to protect his clan. He has the nature of being able to exert his power, for the sake of 'things to protect'.

In a land far away from the 'to be protected' towns, even though it is just said to be for people for the sake of the country, the only thing to do is' kill '. The town was too far away to' protect 'the sense of reality, but still' want to protect ', so I couldn't escape.

Neither honor nor high rewards became his' salvation '. He couldn't make them his home.

By killing emotions and dividing them as' jobs', I explored ways to get used to 'killing'. But it was his choice to push and kill his kind of mind.

That's when he met his little girlfriend.

It's the girl he 'saved my life'.

I watched my unreliable or weak being, which is likely to break even now, grow healthier every day, the source of my asylum.

In his own arms, he gave me a relieved look and smiled happily.

- - This child is who she is to be protected.

For someone unspecified, it was meant to fight for her.

The city where strangers lived became the place where she lived in peace of mind.

Having obtained a clear 'Presence to Protect', he gained the necessary motivation to fight.

If she's going to be happy, she can fight.

Even when my heart is still about to break, this little girl can utter words that will be 'salvation'. Its muddy and soothing.

To the extent that he will be able to look forward and develop his vanity as a 'guardian', her words will be powerful.

"Latina is a blend, thanks to Dale."

Her words, because the smile she turns to is his motivation itself.

"It's okay, Latina"

She's so tiny, she's sweeter than anyone. I hope you will continue to grow a beautiful heart.

"... I'm saved by Latina."

To the words she crossed her big gray eyes in wonder.

Sometimes, may I vomit a weak word? You can use strong alcohol that you haven't swallowed in a long time.

"Dale?"

"Latina used to say, 'It's good to meet me,' but that's good for me, too."

If I hadn't met her, what would I have been like now? Would it have been properly laughable?

Could I have said a proper "congratulations" to my brother and a word of celebration?

Could you not lose sight of the thought of the place you were supposed to protect?

"I'm glad I met Latina."

"... it's good to meet Dale, too, Latina."

Embrace her for smiling fluffily. It felt a little different than usual, even though it was the same distance to share body temperature as usual.

"Latina... if you're (...) for Dale... I'm glad"

Listening to a gentle voice, I wonder what adult this child will be.

Will you laugh happily ever after, even next to someone who isn't you?

- I'm sure it's up to the guardian to protect you until then.

But I don't want Latina on this horsebone for my wife.

"Uhm."

"If you want Latina, take me down! I'm fucked!

"Uhm."

Dale, who returned to his feast seat, was totally back on track. The pace of arguing with Lady Venn is so fast that Latina has never even seen it.

"Huh... what are you doing?

"You're worried about me! That's really sweet of Latina!

Got caught.

Obviously I was drunk.

"Huh!?

"Ah, true Latina is a good girl and cute! We're not gonna do this! I'm not gonna do this to my wife!

No sneaking around intoxicated.

Dale is not vulnerable to alcohol, but just like Lady Venn and I, if we swallow at the pace of emptying the barrel, we also get drunk.

Latina only knows what Dale looks like when he swallows his usual diluted wine and doesn't disturb it. Crisis management awareness was weak.

It was just my first experience hugging Gabba, grilling her, and rubbing her cheeks all over her.

"Huh!?

A strange voice came out of Latina, but the two drunkards in front of her were overjoyed by it, too,

"Latina. If you want to go to your wife, tell me. You idiot grandson, you're gonna be fine. Find him."

"Stop it! If you were a woman's connection, you'd really find it!

Still, because he laughs as usual.

Dale...

Latina is...

There was a smile.