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

"I bought fish and spices in Kvare for Kenneth."

"What fish... raw fish? Not dried stuff?

Kennis looks surprised when he confirms the wrap Latina gave him. A large fish was trapped in an ice box that could not be described as fresh in itself, but did not look damaged.

"And the dried fish."

"No, otherwise..."

Latina makes another wrap look strange. It was wrapped with the rest of the dried fish used for meals during the journey.

"Latina asked me." How do we transport seafood from port to Kreutz? "

There is a kind of giving up on Dale's expression that answered that.

"It goes with the" Madogu "used in the store, doesn't it? Latina, I can't use the magic of the water, but I asked Dale to do it and he was a jerk!

Dale also shakes his head with a subtle face on the indescribable look of Kennis and Rita.

"No, I can never do it alone. You can't be a normal wizard. Latina, I've been keeping all the ice I make, from Kuvalle to Kreutz."

"I've had Dale rebuild the ice many times, haven't I?

Koten. and Latina leaning her neck and wondering, seemed unaware of how out of standard she was doing. As always, 'control technology' in this girl's magic is way off.

"Normal (...) use demonic props to maintain..."

When it comes to continuing to do everything with a certain force, it requires concentration and skill. Apparently this girl is even one hassle act.

"The food we had at Kvalle was also amazing, though. I want to eat some fish dishes made by Kenneth."

"... then will you use this for dinner today"

There are many things I would like to say, but if they say such things, I will have to be uptight as a 'master'.

"Later, I'll have some boar meat."

"Pigs?"

"... pig?

Rita gave a rare look to the salted and dried meat wrap that Latina pulled out, and Kennis frowned a little.

There are no mountains around Kreutz, so even if you may see large warcraft in the 'woods' or elsewhere, the type of 'ordinary beast' is limited.

"Dale, are you a pig? This."

"Uh, it's called a 'haunted pig'. It's a warcraft in our countryside."

Due to the size of the chunk of meat, Kenneth, who seemed suspicious, became convinced of Dale's response. It was a little unnatural from the size of a normal 'pig'.

"I got it at Joseph's."

"Er... of the Mixed Blood of the Beast Clan (Mix), were they your relatives?

"Oh."

In his active life, Kenneth used to escort the merchant corps visiting Tislaw. It was originally expected by Lady Venn to take care of Running Dale. I am also well aware that there is a village of the Beastmen on the road.

"You're Latina. Marya and I got along fine. She was so cute."

"Good for you."

"So, it was so mundane."

There is a slight subtle shadow in Dale's expression compared to Latina, who smiles and reports.

"... Anything wrong?

"No... if Latina had fun..."

With a distant eye, Dale recalled what had happened in the village of the Beastmen.

After leaving the village of Tislaw, they followed the same path in reverse as they had gone, and the two were once again visiting the village of the Beastmen. Latina is in a very good mood from the middle of going down the path in the woods to the village.

"Marya, I don't know if you forgot about Latina. I don't know."

I think so, I stop and look up at Dale anxiously.

"Hmm, you'll remember me right away, won't you? We got along so quickly."

"I guess so."

The decorative string (ribbon), intricately stitched with a grasshopper design, shakes in a delightful motion. I got that from Lady Venn. That's her best 'favorite' now.

During his stay in Tislaw, the season has shifted to early summer. Not enough to feel the heat with only the deep green land. Proceed by sewing between the trees that thrived the leaves of a darker colour than before. Latina cheered on the appearance of the rustic flavored village that she eventually saw.

"Village."

"Don't run."

Successfully stabbing the nail on the verge of Latina running out, the two went straight in line and into the village of the Beast Nation.

"Joseph, I'm sorry, but stay this time..."

"Oh no!!

Dale's mouth only lasted halfway. A bullet of black hairy balls struck Joseph as he opened the door and greeted him, exchanging just a word or two.

"Eh! Maryah."

Like ridiculing his hastily reaching father (Joseph), he slips through his feet like he was aiming for a blind spot in that fuzzy shape.

Pim. And Moffmoff's hairballs (summer hairballs specifications) flew over the latina.

- - but

"Ah... Buh!

Dale was successfully captured on the verge. No matter how many toddlers, if they jump at this momentum, all Latina will fall. In her luxurious physique, she can't take all the toddler bullets she can. It can't be like a father.

"Oh, no, no!

Marya barks in Dale's arms. Apparently, he doesn't like it in his arms.

"Hey!

"Guh!"

Marya's head poke in Dale's jaw is a clean hit. Even Dale, a professional in rough affairs and working out from day to day, the assault on the steeple hurts quite a bit, even if it is a toddler blow.

"Oh, no."

"Marya."

Puffy Dale still manages to give it to Latina without dropping Marya. At first it was just Latina pointing her worried face at Dale, but when he made her smile, she buried her face in Marya's shark hair and hugged her as if she was relieved.

Don't smile at Dale, of course. It's patience. It's not a pain that uses healing magic or anything, but it still hurts plain.

"Marya really likes her..."

Joseph's voice has some sadness. It was the voice that seeped through the sorrow of his father, who had been deprived of his beloved daughter's "beloved" seat.

"Oh no..."

Marya, who was happily hugging Latina, leans her neck as if she suddenly noticed something.

"Oh no?

Fusfusfusfus and her little nose moved busily. They are sniffing the smell of latina. In the meantime, Marya's expression gradually becomes more and more rude.

"Marya?

"What?

"Oh?"

Even Dale, unable to read the change in the expression of the Beastman tribe, realized that the atmosphere of Marya was rugged. Joseph rode himself out a little bit, hum, and did his hand to his chin.

"Dale, have you guys come across a big beast or something?

"What?"

At a time when Dale heard back into Joseph's words, Marya sounded grumpy as she smelled latina and came to a conclusion.

"Hey, whoa!

"Marya?

Without wondering about Latina, Marya began to rub her body against Latina with all her might.

Grunts, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs.

"Huh!?

He sat on top of Latina, who had fallen apart in surprise, and was only doing what he thought was best behavior.

The messed up Latina kept her eyes black and white, but was left. I can also say I didn't know how to deal with it.

"... uh, what is this?

"So you guys came across a big beast or something, right? The Beasts can smell something like 'smell' or something. Well, really, somehow."

"Heh... so how does that happen?

"What the heck... that's it. If I could metaphor... my wife would look like that when she found out about the affair..."

"You cheated on me?

"Metaphor, metaphor"

When Dale caught on and asked about Latina's behavior in Tislaw - the fact that she didn't have a dog in Tislaw and even a phantom beast in her hand - Joseph nodded with a half-face.

"That's it."

"That or"

I mean, Marya doesn't seem to like the fact that the smell of "someone" other than herself is attached to Latina for intimacy. I instinctively perceive that's not necessarily a "weaker being" than I am, and yet I'm in a diagonal mood.

Marya cuddles up to Latina, sitting like a jerk, fussuffsu. And it was a slightly snotty, somewhere accomplished look.