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

Time to stay up late, with fewer guests and far away from the hustle and bustle.

Coming into the "Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion," a thin shoulder woman, he turned his gaze towards you and returned to the glass at hand again.

"Also, are you seeing an old man (...)?

"Oh, you're jealous?

"You don't know why. Just sympathize with the other guy."

Saying so and sighing at the counter, Hermine sat next to him laughing.

Ever since we first met, she hasn't really changed.

Although we deny it, to the extent that we meet occasionally like this, we cannot discern change.

But that seems to be the same for Kennis and other elderly faces.

"... come on, get the right man and calm down."

"I can't believe you're old enough to say that."

"Enough time for the Humans."

Perhaps so.

To the couscous and smiling herminette, Dale carried the glass to his mouth with a smiling and mixed face. I'm not willing to drink as much as I lose sight of myself, but I can't be facetious with such a female fox opponent.

Hermine also makes Rita stop and carry the liquor cup. A thin finger flipped in the corner of his sight.

"Easily, don't try to fit 'us' into the common sense of 'human race'."

"Is that a sermon?

"Advice."

Callan and hermine continue their words with a cool high noise in the glass.

"I can't. It's unrealistic to be told like a virtue to 'keep thinking of one for life', like 'human race'."

On the side where long eyelashes shadow, there is more like an abyss than appearance.

"Think about it. It doesn't matter if you're one of them or if you're centuries-old. If he dies first, do you want him to live the rest of his life thinking of one of them? It's a cruel story.... so like 'we', long-lived species don't want a specific opponent. Deep down, 'goodbye' is hard."

To Hermine's words, Dale silently drops his gaze on the glass.

I remember my beloved's smile.

One day, I'm sure, I'll leave her to die. By then, what will I be able to do?

"... Still, you don't have any maneuvers. How many men are weak?"

"Oh, that's not the way to put it. You'll just grow old as soon as you put me down."

"So there's no reason to target all the guys your age like hungry ghosts"

"That just so happens. Besides, are you confident in the eyes of a man?

Helminese's words are not unnecessarily off, and the 'men', who are held by her 'weakness', have become many of the well-known first-rate figures.

indescribable sweet and sour bitter memories of a time when they were still immature before such 'they' became 'first-rate'. That was the woman named 'Helminette'.

"And I'm quite honest, aren't I? I've never worn two strands."

"If I were a woman who would do that, it would have been easier... but I guess I didn't like it"

"Really?"

I laugh again with Couscous.

Even if I'm not good at it, I can't hate or dislike it. I'm sure, for the other 'men', she is like that.

"Unlike men, women are risky creatures, aren't they? If it's a corner, I want to deal with a man who thinks it's okay to have a baby."

"... you're making it clear"

"Because you're grown up... and you're a guardian."

The look on Helminese's face, who said so, has room for an older man. Signs seeped into the voices like telling a distant brother or child of his age.

"Why do you think you call a being like 'me' a 'half (half) fairy tribe (elf)' and repel it?

Something with different characteristics of the two peoples is called 'mixed (mixed)', but only the existence born between 'human' and 'fairy' is called 'half (half)', and there is certainly a habit of repelling it.

I don't even know why. Dale shakes his head quietly to the side.

"In addition to the human race, the fairies have 'mixed blood (mix)' with the Wings. But the Wings and the Fairies are too different in their values for the two races to meet first."

Wings are an even shorter species than humans.

We live in our own settlements, in our own cycles, and in a small number.

Sometimes there was no overlap in the living area with the Fairy Clan, and the Mixed Blood of the Fairy and Winged (Mix) was almost non-existent.

"It's 'half'." Half the (half) Fairy Clan (elf) "can only live the" half "of pure" Fairy Clan ". But that's long enough for a human race.... So neglected. You know?"

When Dale shook his head silently, Hermine went on to say the words as the teacher would tell him.

"The Fairy Clan is not like the Demon Clan. It's going to take me a while to mature. It's been too long for the Humans." Half (half) fairy (elf) "children cannot be raised by one parent of" Human Race ". And..."

A deep shadow falls on the expression. There was also a mixture of bitter things in Helminese's voice.

"For fairy parents, half the fairy children die before they do."

"... and what does that have to do with your man's history?"

"Do you have one? I don't need a child other than a" human race "or a" half (half) fairy race (elf) ". When you deal with a man other than a 'human race', you'll have the possibility to cage children of other races, right?

Saying a vivid dialogue, Hermine misled his bitter expression with a pranky trick.

"A child with a man of another race could cage a 'fairy tribe'. Then I won't be able to raise the child. 'Cause I don't have enough time. Well, either way, it's unlikely."

Long-lived species have a low pregnancy rate.

Dale reflected on himself, who she thought was' playing 'on top of it.

Inject bitter thoughts, with the liquor in your hand.

"... why did you suddenly talk like this?"

"I don't know. I wonder why."

That's what I said, Couscous. The laughing hermine has hidden the bitter look on her face earlier.

Still she may be in a 'unreachable' place herself.

"Long-lived seeds have both spiciness and reason to live a long time. Remember, for human beings alone, you're going to suffer. Are you the guardian?

There's no way I know who that word refers to.

I thought Helminese's observation would make him 'realize it' if he saw it.

"... one day, after I die, will you help Latina...?

"I don't want to."

Hermine replied lightly. I narrow my eyes to a gentle grin and look at Dale.

"If it's important, you have to live longer."

In a dried glass, the ice sounded high.