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

"Speaking of which. Why does Rudy have Latina's 'horn'?

To Latina's all too sudden words, about Rudy, Rudolph Schmidt blew lunch out of his mouth.

"Rudy... I never..."

I can't afford to care about Latina whimpering her eyebrows and look around at the other friends. I suspected first. Chloe also looked surprised. Sylvia at the next point also has the face of "something that looks interesting".

Antony is surprised, too, and originally this guy doesn't betray himself in that respect. I trust you there as a friend for years. Marcel is smiling. Well, this would be the same look as always.

"Hey, hey..."

As a result, Rudy blushed more than her hair could beat and gave her a meaningless voice.

The Yellow God (Asphal) school building in Kreutz does not have such a difficult discipline for a long time from the point of view of being responsible for minimum education.

Basic reading and writing and arithmetic. The history of the Larband country and the degree of geography, including the surrounding countries, are all part of the curriculum.

Some houses have a large workforce. There are also houses that do not delight in being detained for long periods of time for academic purposes. For this reason, those who could afford a home or want to do more academics made the choice to move on to higher school after graduating from the basic school building.

Not so much of a day's detention time either, and in the morning, going to the school building will return home after noon. Many children have lunch when they get home, but Rudy's friends are basically gathered to dine together.

Or so Rudy would have guided his friends.

It is also called a blatant appeal.

Latina was preparing her own lunch for cooking practice.

She brushes her arms in the form of Kenneth's help in The Tiger Cat Pavilion, but she can't really take the time to let one of her cook from start to finish in a busy cooking area.

For this reason, after finishing the morning meal, I borrowed a corner and Latina is refining herself every day in the form of making her own lunch.

As much as I made it, I'm also concerned about other people's ratings.

So the natural flow led Latina to show off her work (lunch) to her best friends, Chloe and Sylvia.

When Rudy realized it, he managed to say the Latinas and start dining with them.

In exchange for enduring the indescribable raw and warm gaze of non-Latina members, he sometimes had the opportunity to taste Latina's handicrafts.

"Hmm? Why?

"Why... La, it's Latina's fault..."

"Hmm? Because it's (...) Latina's. You'll see."

Latina leans her neck strangely against Rudy's opponent, who held back the neckline reflexively.

Now all about the black shards I was lowering from my neck were those who thought they were well-polished precious stones. That's why Rudy was getting high if he didn't know what it was.

But I'm upset that Latina spotted me so lightly, and more importantly, that I was spotted by the person who didn't want to be the best.

"Do you know if you look at it? Latina?"

"Yeah."

Sylvia asks back in wonder. Latina had such a face that she didn't know why everyone seemed to wonder.

"Don't we all get it?

"You look like a stone. It's darker than an animal's horn, so good."

"Hmmm... you know, I can see it's like a sign of magic. Can't you see everybody?

"I don't know."

Mouthfully told by Sylvia and Chloe, Latina, who was leaning her neck,

Speaking of which, I looked up.

"You know, Dale told me. Maybe what Latina's looking at is a little different from what the humans are looking at."

In the village of the Beasts, that was the judgment Dale made on the appearance of Latina, who distinguished the individual easily. All in all, the 'Demon Nation' is a more capable species than any other. He said he might be discerning something that he doesn't know in "The Human Race,"

It's amazing.

"Is that right? So, what is it?

Rudy, who prayed that the story would flow unnecessarily, moved his gaze from right to left to look for a breakthrough, moaning that prayer would not make sense.

"That's... so..."

"So?"

To Latina, who tilted her neck adorably, Rudy sipped his sagging,

"... because it's rare"

I replied.

Friends look at themselves with the eyes of something nasty.

Yeah. I know it myself. I don't have this answer. I know, so I want you to relax now.

But the adorable girl in front of me was above everyone else's expectations.

When I smiled, I said in a clear light.

"Right. That's unusual."

(Convinced, so...)

Each one squeals the same thing in his or her own mind by accident.

This girl, she's smart, but she's off in a strange way.

"You've got Chloe for me, too."

"Yeah. Latina's horn, she's beautiful"

"I'm glad to hear that. Thanks, Chloe."

Latina, laughing like she was lit, seemed to have made too much of a decision that Rudy's reason for having her own horn was that there was nothing more.

Antony and Marcel pounded Rudy's shoulder simultaneously from both sides, slapping him.

Please, I want you to leave me alone now.

The topic of lunch has moved on to Latina's 'Natural Enemy' these days. The 'parents' don't say stupid about them. They can also easily say that they're best friends.

"You always say things about Latina, 'That's nasty' and 'That's nasty'! Terrible!"

Pussy. and swelly is also a familiar look for Chloe and Sylvia.

"Latina, I'm an apprentice, but I'm also working for you. I've been getting compliments from Kenneth that he's getting good at it. She says she's a little kid!

Even if I did just look at the latina handmade lunch, I can see that her culinary skill is growing definitively. Latina the worker is a much more dependable worker than a lazy adult. I do the work and chores of "Tiger Cat Pavilion" every day. More than her age in that respect. She was fully independent.

"... Latina, I want to grow up soon..."

That's what I said, sombo. and looking down is also a common behavior since the arrival of the 'natural enemies (herminees)'.

"Latina, if you were an adult, you wouldn't have to leave a message... I'm sure there'd be plenty more about Dale, I could help you... plenty more about Dale 'I know'..."

She is grumpy or grumpy because of her 'guardian'.

I also try to stick with my adult female counterpart because I regret being a 'child'.

Rudy opens his mouth while his' Moya Moya 'remains unconscious that the feeling he is now holding in his chest is of the same kind as Latina.

"'Cause, Latina, it's tiny"

"Latina, you're getting sober!

"Look, that's how you call yourself by name, like a baby."

Her habits are adorable, too.

As I can think of, a backward word pops up with my heart.

But one of Rudy's words did a lot of damage to Latina.

"Huh...? Huh...? Like a baby?"

Okay, I'll think about it a little bit.

(... Rita or Clarissa or... Grandma is a little different...)

Growling around, I think of an adult woman she knows. Next I look around the faces of my friends.

"Huh..."

How dare you! Even though it's Rudy, maybe it's just like I said!

The last time I remembered a cute little girl I was close to.

"Latina, you're with Marya!?

The person in question was only a toddler.

Even though you're Rudy, you were right!

Gunn. And with a well-known look of shock, Latina lay down disappointed, powerless.