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

He was a Latina who remained silent on the swell for a while, but he noticed something. When I got out of the chair, I held him by Dale's side and across the street.

"... Latina?

"Dale, your job? Also, does it take long?

The look is filled with loneliness and pity. The last few months of travel were also the longest period during which Latina was able to monopolize Dale. Even if we go out during the day, we always spend time together at night. Dine together, talk, and sometimes share your body temperature to sleep.

I should have known that was' special ', but I'm not too hung up when I think it's over.

"... oh. Sorry, again, don't make me leave you all alone."

"Yeah. Poppy. Latina, leave a message."

The words and actions were not accompanied. Latina pushes her face even harder against Dale. And I couldn't seem to keep my face up anymore.

Dale's expression shakes. I'm in a grip.

"... unusual. You're holding up."

'Cause there's a hermine.'

Rita and Kennis couple put in a live narrative in a small voice.

"Latina...... I'm waiting for Dale properly.... but just a little bit more, I hope."

"... Huh!

Dale's hands twitched and suspicious. It gives me an indescribable subtle look.

"Oh. You're a sweetheart."

It was Hermine's word that put a blow in Dale's back, which was stuck at that Setouchi.

"Always making me leave messages all the time. It's my fault! So much... so much for trying!

"Well done. You're the sweet one."

Hold the soggy latina in your arms. In the meantime, he threw his words at me to intimidate Hermine.

Helminette laughing in the meantime was an expression of how interesting she found it.

"Exactly, I'm not telling you to leave as soon as you get back from your long journey. I have business in Kreutz, too."

Saying so, Hermine turned her heel back, smiled and waved with a glimpse.

"See you later, then. Dale."

Ahead of Hermine headed was the staircase of the 'Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion'. There are rooms upstairs. I hear Hermine is staying there.

"... Dale, one of you right now, one of you at work?

Latina asked in a tiny voice as the figure of Hermine disappeared completely upstairs.

"Oh. That makes Hermine a first-rate wizard."

Dale answered the sigh mix, lowering Latina to the floor.

"Just your job?

Dale glances a little more at Latina's words as she looks at herself with her big gray eyes and asks further.

"It's just about work."

I'm not lying.

Somehow, why would I be in the mood being interrogated?

……

Latina said a little something and shut her mouth. Dale was even more upset by some unusual Latina reaction.

"La...... latina?

"Latina, when you're quiet, you'll be annoyed. I'm just a kid, so it's not good."

Pussy. And if you look at the swelling, it seems her hold is scratched.

This child is slightly smaller than children of the same age. Apparently it's not for racial reasons, it's individual differences. His height and weight had grown well and healthy. It would be a no-problem range.

Still, she seemed to care a lot for what they often say about "tiny" around her.

Dale knows how that feels, too.

Because not many people have been angry at being insulted because of their youth, not because of their abilities.

"Latina can stay tiny... because she's cute"

"Latina, you're in trouble. I want to be quiet."

Still, even if I understand what Latina cares about, I accidentally put it in my mouth. I can't help it. It's even cute.

"Even Latina is a girl, right? Think about it."

"A woman is horrible..."

That's what Rita and Kennis said as they looked sideways at Dale and Latina. We both know very well that Dale and Hermine's 'relationship' is only 'at work'.

- - I also knew that there would be a proviso (...) attached there.

Apparently Latina's mood hasn't recovered.

Latina today doesn't help Kenneth and cleans up as much as she loads in the attic she hasn't been back in a long time. I was quietly punching into the work.

Soon after Dale gets his mouth and hands on it, it will be the fruit of this silent time that is going steadily.

"... la, latina...?

"What?"

"Ki... in a mood, fix it, will you...?

"It's not so bad."

The conversation stopped.

(Latina's... she's in a bad mood so far... yes, she hasn't...)

However, Dale, feeling cold sweat and monologue, drank tears even though it was easier for him to say 'I'm in a bad mood'.

"Dale."

"Huh?"

My voice flipped. Latina looks to Dale perfectly, who doesn't hide such agitation.

"Latina, I'm not mad at you. So, Dale, you don't have to worry about it."

"... but"

"Don't worry about it."

I've been told off. This girl has more stubbornness than she did when she was younger. Latina at times like this probably won't talk about anything more.

"... I'm on the first floor..."

"Yeah. Clean up. Latina's gonna do it."

Chewing delight at the triviality of having responded, Dale chooses to shudder and strategic retreat.

So he never saw Latina swell her cheeks again in the attic where she was alone.

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

The spearhead of her grievance, whining so, was herself, the 'child', so the phrase 'don't worry about it' was also genuine.

"To Latina... Latina has made me ill..."

Kennis puts a cup of cotton-and-hot air in front of a disappointingly iterative Dale at the kitchen table, not at the store. Deep water colored tea swayed quietly.

"I put it in the thickness. Don't drink, just in case (...)"

"... I'm not going to do that. It wasn't the same back then."

It swells a lot, but cuteness like latina doesn't exist in a good old bastard.

He just seems to have a free hand at work, and Kenneth sat in front of Dale somewhere as he was.

"There's no more untrained, is there?

"Really, I don't know. I've studied one thing."

"I guess. So, if it's not a problem, I stayed at Hermine. We're inns."

"That's your business, so you don't have to worry about me."

That's what Dale said, sipped tea, and glanced at the bitterness.

"... well, to see how you're doing, it's more like a serious matter that Latina's in a bad mood than about hermine."

"It is. Yikes! Why... Latina, you're in such a bad mood..."

"Well..."

Speaking, Kennis stopped saying more than that.

It's common for "Daughter" to have remarriage stories on "Father" and be jealous of the other "Woman," but whatever Latina's (...) would also be an indication of Dale's vigilance and jealousy of women who have appeared nearby, which he has previously monopolized.

But if you point that out to Dale, who for some reason hasn't noticed it, and he says, "That's it, Latina... about me..." he'll scream in tears. Hold Latina like that. You must be ready to go.

Depressing. It's a pain in the ass.

And I'm kind of angry.

For this reason, Kenneth opened the pot's lid and "clouded the tea" with a meaningless action of looking at the lightly packed tea leaves.

"Did you do it?

"... Latina!

Latina leans her neck as she comes down the stairs to the appearance of those two adults. The luggage held with both hands was necessary tools for laundry and cleaning. Apparently, some cleanup has already been sorted.

"... Latina is more of an 'adult'..."

Kennis shrugged unintentionally because the girl who seemed to have also sorted out her feelings by punching her into the job had returned to her usual look.