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

When you wake up in the morning, tie your hair first.

Long stretched hair is indispensable for daily care, as it is also a little proud. Still, we need to be tight so that we don't get in the way of our work.

Though I think it's okay because I hear regular sleep, I go behind the clashes and get dressed quickly.

Going downstairs to avoid making loud noises was also a behavior I was used to already.

Wash your face with the back of the store and finish the laundry. It doesn't take that long because I'm cleaning up before I build up. The bread and the sound of stretching the wrinkles sounded petty. I'm kind of glad the sound sounds good.

Back inside the kitchen, Kenneth was just carrying a barrel of vegetables from the food warehouse.

"Morning."

"Oh. Good morning."

Just exchange greetings, each sitting in front of a bucket. I don't need any extra conversation because it's 'always' work. As yet, the work will proceed carefully and slowly, although the speed will not be as good as that of the 'Master'.

Next to Kenneth making tons of groceries for the store, we start making breakfast for ourselves. Though I think Kenneth looks good dividing the eggs with one hand, it doesn't work out as well as I thought, either because of the size of his hand.

Season gently and bake fluffy in butter.

It took a long time for me to be able to make the omelet in the shape I thought it would be, without fail.

When I served a lot of soup with toasted bread, I smiled at the footsteps I heard.

"Oh, my God, Latina"

Good morning, Dale.

I'm gonna drop Dale off to wash his face, and I'm gonna go get Rita upstairs. I think Rita has a second baby in her tummy that's really tough, even though she's just busy taking care of her three-year-old Theodore.

"Morning, Rita, Theo. It's breakfast."

"Morning, Latina."

Rita laughs as she drags her reluctant Theo out of her futon. I'm not surprised anymore because this sight is everyday, too.

Return the curly heel and return to the ground floor. I don't have time to slow down.

And if you miss this time, you can't even take time with Dale, who's going to 'work'.

Next to Dale, who waited for me. I sat in the "constant position" unchanged for a long time and uttered the "I'll have it" voice at the same time.

"Warcraft exorcism in the 'woods' again today?

"Oh. We can't go very deep, so I guess we can go home pretty soon"

It was only recently that Dale, who had no money problems and could afford to live, was told that he frequently took a job and went to the 'woods' to avoid blunting his arms and prospects.

I know Dale is strong. But I think what worries me is that I have no choice.

I swallowed those emotions and made a smile.

"Don't push it, be careful"

"It's gonna be okay."

Sacrificially chews the toast as she rejoices in the smile she gave me back.

Put plenty of jam on the bread because it's 'morning'. I'm going to be busy today. Keep your energy ingredients in your stomach or you'll fall.

By the time Rita and Theo came down, breakfast was over. I also carry Dale's dishes to the sink.

"Kenneth, where do I start?

"The soup is finished. I'm just boiling potatoes."

"Okay."

I briefly hear the progression and then replace it with Kenneth. Sometimes eating while taking care of young Theo is really tough, and Rita and Kennis are taking care of Theo while they eat their own meals by themselves. That's why parents and children make time to surround the table. That's one of the 'jobs'.

When you check the condition of the pan and know how it is progressing, you start the work you can do in the meantime. Tons of onions are for scrambled eggs. I wave my knife rhythmically as I wipe my tears from time to time. When I put a pile of onions in the bowl, the time comes for the potatoes to boil.

"" Darkness of the underworld, come true in my name, cut off the bondage of the stars, and serve "Gravity reduction." "

Lifting a large pot with simple magic to mumble, empty the contents to the monkey. Hot air rises enough that my vision turns bright for a moment.

Heat the water and transfer it to a bowl and start crushing it while it's hot. Add the butter and crush it together further. I do it every day but it's a lot of heavy labor. Kenneth always tells me he's gonna do it, but I don't think it's gonna be the same thing to avoid it because it's tough.

Add the milk and stretch it soft to season. After checking the flavor myself, I take it in a small plate at Kenneth's after breakfast.

Kenneth nods at me one time when I see the taste. Pass. It's like a daily ritual, but I'm still nervous.

Theo reaches out to Kenneth's small plate. Theo seems to have this daily potato of interaction that he wants. So I serve a little more than I need to taste.

Simulating his father, he tightens his loose face to the appearance of Theo eating potatoes with a stern look.

I've seen Theo every day since he was a baby, he's like a brother. She's even cute when she says she doesn't like it.

(This is how Dale felt, about me (...), I wonder if he was raising me)

I have a consciousness that I have had plenty of love.

What I have now is an important place with one of my loved ones. And most importantly, there's one person I love the most.

When the customers come to the store gradually, the person in charge of the floor is their job. I can't carry a lot of plates at the top like Kenneth. I come and go in circles between the tables.

"Thank you for waiting."

"Whoa, lady. You're doing well today."

"Jill, too."

Yeah, laughing at each other with the regulars, smiling at the table next door.

"Here, can I give it to you?

"Oh, I don't mind."

"Excuse me."

I just put an empty plate on the basin, and Rita's voice rings.

"I'm sorry, Latina! Can you get me an inventory of the wound pills?

"Yeah, okay"

Return to the kitchen and speak to Kenneth as he places the dishes in the flush.

Hey, I'm gonna go get some medicine in the attic.

"Okay."

Sound the footsteps once more and go up the stairs.

Every morning goes by like this. Busy, but that's why every day is rewarding.

Spend the morning peak and peek into the store's backyard.

"Theo."

"Latina, hey"

Speaking up, Theodore, who was playing, looked at me. What you can call 'sister (hey)' is a glowing feeling of happiness.

"Thanks for the vint too"

It was my dear 'friend' who took care of Theo. It seems that the real name is different, but it's like the common name because it's a sound (...) that can't be pronounced "one".

"Wow."

Answer me one word, the black tail shakes once and for all.

A year ago, 'He', who suddenly came to 'Tiger Cat Pavilion (here)', is already completely familiar here. He's also a good playmate for Theo.

It's a 'brother' you can rely on, you can rest assured you're young Theo.

Both Dale and Kennis were surprised when Vint arrived, but those two are the ones who told me that living together was a good idea.

Hold Theo up and read a picture book, or play with him. "Sisterhood" also came on the board a little bit, I think.

"Latina, can you ask for a buyout?

"Ugh."

Just a little bit, I'm starting to be left to buy ingredients, etc. I was only with Kenneth to negotiate the price of fresh food.

Items with low price fluctuations start to go alone. It's still like an 'grab' extension, but I'm so happy to be left to it.

As Kennis held Theo, Vint stopped by next door.

"Are you coming with me today?

"Wow."

"Thanks"

Caress the fur of the fluff, then remove the apron and weave the jacket.

"Bye, Kenneth. I'm coming!

"Whoa. Be careful."

Raise your voice out loud, then walk towards the East End. It's going to be a beautiful day.