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

The finished leather coat is no different from the previous one. I had it improved through a few requests, but the design is pretty much the same thing. It's also kind of embarrassing to change the coat (this) now, which is also half my trademark.

I also saw my brother's wedding safely and completed what I intended.

That was to say that it was time to go home to Kreutz.

Then I suddenly panic. Getting ready to go home was quick. The season is already shifting, even though it was the beginning of spring when we left Kreutz.

There is also "The Original Life". You can't stay any longer than you served your purpose.

"I blame you"

Last day of learning under Cornelio. That's what Latina said and peppered. And I bowed my head.

"No. It was quite fun. This is what I'm willing to learn, because I want to correct my collar."

Cornelio, with a serene face, saw a little godchild. Dale was right, she was a very smart and resourceful girl. Cornelio seemed to hold a lot of things in his sight, but I also wish his teachings had helped him.

If it helps my heavily loaded godson (Dale), I think so too.

What this girl wanted from Cornelio was to 'understand him (Dale)'. "Ask from Dale himself someday," he said, not talking about Dale's "ability," but instead taught him various things about Dale's roots, "Tissue.

Shortly after Cornelio began teaching, the girl came to speculation, to the point that Tislaw was antithetical to the lord.

The boulder cornelio also caught his eye.

"Latina, you're still here... I think Tissue Row is a really scary place."

When I asked her a few times to try that out, she looked for answers with a troubled face. Many answers did not necessarily lead to the correct answer, but were not 'perspectives' of young girls. Makes you even feel nourished as one who stands on one. Will that also involve this girl's secrets?

"... but, Latina. I think it would be better if you didn't fight."

"Even if you don't want to fight, there will be times when you can attack. I wonder if that would be a good time to be ravaged."

"... Latina, you don't want one of them to get hurt.... but yeah. I want to protect my precious one. I don't know about one of them, but I wish I could protect the one around me that matters."

After she answered that, the girl held her own chest and said:

"Because of Latina, I absolutely don't like to associate everyone with terrible things"

- - For her, it was a slightly uncomfortable response. But I didn't dare ask.

Because I remember feeling more like I touched one end of something than I ever felt before. I'm sure that one word comes from the 'smugness' borne by this sweet girl. Yes, because I could speculate.

"Latina is. I want to be nice and quiet, like Dale."

"Right."

I feel like I know why my godson (Dale) is merciful and drowning in this girl. Sexual roots as well as appearance are 'beautiful' girls.

It wouldn't be 'sober'. It wouldn't be perfect. Well, it's imperfect, so I'm sure she attracts her surroundings strongly.

As usual, we headed to Latina, who was sitting a bit in Lady Venn's room, and it was sudden that Lady Venn mentioned it.

"Let's give Latina a souvenir before we go home."

"What?"

Latina sees Lady Venn with that answer.

Until the totally familiar 'usual' sights are no longer the 'usual' ones, only a few later.

"You're just fine for a souvenir, because you're not stubborn. Stupid grandson, call me."

"Hmm?"

Leaning her neck strangely, Latina heads to call Dale in a tiny footsteps. He was supposed to be making a final confirmation of his preparations for his return journey.

"What? Woman, don't spoil Latina too much."

"Oh, my God, are you saying that?"

Dale, who had lost so much and visited Lady Venn's room, said so and frowned.

Lady Venn, who laughed at Dale like that, makes her residence right.

Dale also changed his expression to look like his grandmother, who was not always how she looked.

"Tissue, as Lord, I give you a 'name'"

Dale and Latina lose their voices in surprise to the harsh Lady Venn's words.

Not just Dale, but Latina also knows what Tislaw means by 'being given a role name'.

"... Tislaw embraces the clan at all times. Now Latina can always come back to Tissue."

"Grandma?

"Even after I die, I don't care if my stupid grandchildren are gone, or if they're all in" Tislaw (here) "now. Even if he moves from here to another place, 'Tissue' takes care of the 'clan' above all else. You can always come home."

That's what Vendergard said, stroking her head so Dale could do better.

"If it's true, 'first name' is given when you grow up. But that doesn't mean I'm near Latina. So until then, just take care of it and ask Dale what it means when you're an adult."

That's what I said, Ton '. Once, I show Latina's breasts at her fingertips.

It was the role of the clan principals that gave Tislaw his' role name '. And it is the giving of a name that is a testament to the' ritual of adulthood 'for this clan, that it has become a servant.

Within the present Tislaw, it was an authority recognised only by Vendergard.

Tislaw does not forbid accepting outsiders as' clans'.

As a family of priests of God who preside over prosperity, they have much knowledge of the disadvantages of adhering to blood muscles and generating in a narrow environment. It is also essential for the flourishing of the clan to welcome a new bloodline to the "clan" so that it does not become dense.

I am most often greeted by marriage, like Frieda, but that is not all. The only and arguably absolute code is' Living with clan possession '. welcoming those who can accept it. Furthermore, the ability to identify those who could do so was also required of the "Lord".

It is not a custom that should be kept secret that I forbade you to ask what your first name means. From the path and heart of her aspirations, there is no doubt in giving 'this name', but if you pass it on now, you may still tie the future way of life of a young girl with many possibilities. That was because Vendergard did not mean it.

The same reason why I forbid you to ask Dale.

There is no certainty that her grandson will be dragged by her 'name' and not narrowed down his possibilities. Still from Vendergard, my grandson is blue and young.

When she grows up, even if she lives in a different way than her 'name', that would be good. Being given a role as a member of a clan and being recognized is what we need.

At least, 'Tissue' will be able to protect this child, whom his grandson accepted into his nostalgia. You can go home and be a good place.

Even if you can't go home to your birthplace, you can affirm that in a new place, you can make your place.

My grandmother gives her the 'it' that she could not give him, even if he wanted to.

It was a gift that I could make my grandmother, a grandson who suffered from a heavy role but still lived with clan support.

"Say it as soon as your stupid grandson doesn't like it. I'll find someone better."

"Dale's the best."

Latina laughed in tears, saying so.

"Thanks to Dale, Latina, I got to see Grandma, too. Dale is always what Latina wants (...). Lots, lots of them."

Lady Venn laughs furiously as she normally does, stroking her tearful latina okay.

"Latina will surely be a good woman when she grows up. Absolutely."

"Latina, like a grandmother, I want to be a grandmother"

"Huh? No, Latina. Rethink that."

Dale looks seriously hasty at Latina's words. Lady Venn tongued clearly at Dale shaking her neck sideways with all her might, and Latina looked decent.

"Come on, it's a treat today. Latina said," Until next time you come home, it's a temporary farewell. "

"Yeah."

Instead of crying, he smiles and surrounds his dinner seat, and thus his last day in Tissue passes.

With many "souvenirs", not just some of them, the two were on their way back to Kreutz.