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

Latina ended up defeating before the temptation to buy and eat. The choice of being modestly patient during the day and eating something delicious at night was, it seems, a spiciness equal to torture after noticing the various scents drifting from all over.

Now Latina's here. and the skewering of small grains of shellfish chewing hard was one of them. Originally well-behaved, she can't say she eats while walking, and fights with that with a firmer tooth than she looks in the corner of the road.

"Latina, I'll eat the rest."

"Hmm."

Because he is chewing shellfish in his mouth, Latina answers Dale with a waving motion. In her stomach capacity, a skewer would make her pretty full. Then the pleasure of eating and walking is halved.

Latina looked surprised, still chewing, at how easily Dale swallowed the shellfish she struggled with.

The market they visited this time was similar to the stores that dealt with seafood about the last time they walked, and the fun is a little different.

The town of Kvare has many travellers. Not many of them are for tourist purposes. For this reason, there are many things called the business of tourists. Seafood stalls, Kvalle's specialty, would be one of them.

"You want me to get you a drink?

"Mmm."

Kokun. Take a nodding latina to a stall lined with exotic fruits just around the corner. It was an unfamiliar fruit juice, but it was a neater throat than I thought. Dale drinks his share and gives Latina the same. She sounded very throat and finally seemed able to swallow the shellfish in her mouth.

"Puhaa."

I finally breathed, but I think I got a louder voice than I thought. Latina looks up at Dale, holding her mouth down and embarrassed.

"It was hard."

"Right. Shellfish are tender if they're shellfish or steamed wine over there? You want some?

"Yeah. Yummy."

Dale will consider purchasing alcohol instead of juice for the next sake steaming with the aroma of garlic bought in. Not seen in Kreutz, but a classic knob on land near the sea.

Latina looks surprised as Dale picks herself up with seashells and eats, and begins to imitate quickly.

"Yum, yum."

Taste spread in my mouth from my chewed body. The garlic flavor also works as an accent without becoming too strong. I'm still eating hot shellfish.

"Would you like to see it in a souvenir shop for a while and eat it if there was something unusual again?"

"Yeah. This kind of dinner's fun, too"

Latina with a smile seemed to really enjoy eating.

The tourist opponent's souvenir shop was at the end of the street on the street.

Small goods and grocery stores collected from exotic countries. Conversely, there are shops such as the Larband Domestic Grocery, which they place on exotic people and tourist opponents.

"At the end of the road, there's a little luxury inn lined up. Merchants from other countries, wealthy civilians."

"Really?"

"I rarely have nobility or anything, well, I guess I'd say I'm a junior nobleman. Besides purchasing, there are customers who want souvenirs and rare things."

"It's fun to peek into the market stores, but it's also fun to see them lined up in the stores"

Dale holds hands firmly so that the floating latina doesn't go everywhere on her own.

"A lot of people floated around like this. You know, I used to pull it out."

With my fingers pointing out tightly, Latina lost a little bit. I got the look.

When I peeked through several shops and chose the doll figurine as Rita's souvenir, the table squeezed somewhere. At the sign, Dale and Latina look at each other and then leave the store and head toward the people's deliberate destination.

Ahead of people watching, there was a gorgeous dressed girl.

The person who seems to be the escort and the way she follows the lady can tell that she is quite the person in the house.

But what I don't think of as a noble person would be that behavior of a pranky trick: walking in a light foothold while peeking into the store.

Still suitable to use the designation 'girl', of her transitional appearance to a woman left young, she wrapped herself in a casual body in a costume with a clear impression. A little short length to call a dress. It's not even from the way you're solidifying your feet with solid leather boots, it's not the image of a deep-window lady.

Her adorable face changes her expression as she twirls at each item. She's an eye-catching girl.

"... 'Princess Rose'."

Latina leans her neck toward the words pompous and spoken by Dale.

"Dale, the one you know?

"Oh, no. I've never seen him before. I was just hearing rumors.... but I'm pretty sure, that hair color (...)... nothing else"

It wasn't just because the girl was beautiful that she was gathering the gaze of the people around her.

Her hair that shines glossy, including light - the part that shines in pale pink and the part that drops shadows is the long, deep rose pink - is a vibrant color that one would never otherwise have.

"... Magic traits?

It was the little girl who gave you that word.

"You know very well...... did Master Cornelio teach you?

"Yeah. My master taught me. Latina, there was one who was born with a" magic trait. "It's easy to get out of Magic Traits."

"Later, there's a lot of water scales racially. Because every one of those species possesses the magic of water."

"One with strong magic is born with bright, beautiful colored hair or something."

"... Latina's hair is different?

"Latina, you're not magical. Latina's hair is rugged and naughty. Don't (...)"

Lightly Latina answers.

"Magic" affects many events, just as a beast with strong magic becomes an incomparable threat called 'Warcraft'.

To those born with strong magic, it was a vivid colour, called 'magical traits', that manifested itself in an understandable way.

It appears more often in hair and eyes, but sometimes it also affects the color of the skin.

A completely different color from the inheritance inherited from parents to children and grandchildren. On the contrary, the manifestation of a vivid pigment that could not have otherwise been held by a species called 'man'. That's what they call magical traits.

The 'Water Scale Tribe' given by Dale as an example is a species that specializes in the magic of water. Many say they have bright blue or bi hair.

"Demon Nation" is also prone to display magical traits.

Not everyone with strong magic has bright colors. That still reveals a huge difference in proportion by race. "Human race" was about "rarely represented".

"Even if I say 'Princess Rose', she's the princess of the regional lord. It's not that high in class."

"That's a beautiful color."

"Sure, you must have magic traits in your eyes, too. Blue... the colour that symbolizes the god of 'blessing'... she is a high priest of 'Blue God (Neely)'."

"... Dale, you know more"

"I know a friend (...). Only rumors were heard."

Bring the figure of a serious personality friend to the back of your brain. All right, the next time we see each other, let's talk about it. and decided in the chest.

"And yet... Latina, you know how much magic you have?

"I don't know for sure. But, Rag, I was good at magic. But, you know, he used to say there wasn't that much magic. Latina told me that Rag and that kind of thing, he was a jerk."

Surely 'lag' should have been Latina's father. Was it a father concession that she excelled in magic control techniques?

(That or maybe not...... no matter how smart you say you are, if you were an operator who taught such a tiny latina before you met me, basic control of healing magic and magic control...)

He was probably a brilliant person.

"... was there one in Latina's hometown with a magical trait? What was it like?

"... purple hair"

To Dale's casual question, Latina replied with a slightly grown-up, quiet look.

"She had really beautiful purple hair."

It was like looking away somewhere, it was a look.

"If you're talking about" Princess Rose, "I've heard it. With the strong protection of" The Blue God (Neely), "even serious injuries that don't work with normal healing magic are healed."

It was Sylvia who ate up on the topic of seeing "Princess Rose". Latina and Chloe nod "heh".

"Nice. I knew I wanted to go on a journey too..."

Chloe and Latina smile bitterly at Sylvia, who groans.

In that case,

"Rah, latina!? Were you back?

It sounded so loud today. If we all turn our faces together, there stands the Lord of the Voice with a look of surprise and uncontrollable joy.

"Long time no see, Rudy"

"Oh. Latina, when are you going home..."

"The clergyman's here, I'll see you later."

Latina smiled, too, but there's too much separation between the two tenses.

To a further added remark, Rudy stiffened and his surroundings blew out indelibly.

Again, he (Rudy) had a lot of bad rules.