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

Unlike when I went to school building every day, I obviously spent less time with friends who each ran a different life.

But not at all, Latina turned the road to Craftsman Street in the East End after finishing some of the shopping she had been asked to do.

Now is not a busy time for Tiger Cat Pavilion either. Kenneth also sent me shopping in anticipation of Latina dropping by.

"Chloe, I'm talking about my next holiday."

Bring some tea treats to Chloe's face when she was needleworking at home.

Confectionery is not so much a souvenir as simply what I wanted.

Chloe seems to be aware of that, and when she drove her work tools to the corner, she made room for tea. Latina opens the wrap she brought herself without any evil.

"In the meantime, I cared you got a little fat, okay?

If Chloe asked in a teasing tone, Latina pointed her mouth a little.

"I'm fine. I'm not eating too much, and I'm going to have plenty of time to move."

With that said, you're wondering, rubbing around your arms. From Chloe's point of view, it doesn't look like there's extra meat on Latina, but it's still delicate to say maiden heart.

Chloe blew uncomfortably at Latina, who appeared to have a complicated look before bringing the cookies herself.

"Wouldn't a little more latina be good with meat? I don't even care about the" I don't care. "

"Growing up is just slower than everyone else."

While friends are beginning to grow up and are rounded around their bodies, the stony shape of their height, which is still young, is a source of concern for Latina today.

"Hey, if it's just me, I'm starting to grow up."

Contrary to our claim, from above the clothes, we could not confirm the change in Latina.

If we continue this topic any further, Chloe, who knows Latina well enough to tear her eyes out, chooses to change the subject lightly.

"So, is this your next vacation?

"Uh, yeah. Really? So did Sylvia. She said she could get some rest."

"Sylvia...... how much latina is in 'Tiger Cat Pavilion'...... messaging 'message boards' is not a good idea?

"What do you think? Sylvia said, 'If you can't do this, you won't survive in this world'... but it's hard to work in a temple."

The priests of "The Green God (Akdal)" are responsible for "gathering information". Those with the 'protection' of the green god (Akdar), who is also the patron saint of travellers, also have great influence and are naturally strongly attracted to unknown lands and unknown information.

Those who worked for the Temple were tasked with managing the information collected and, in some cases, spreading it widely.

The Temple also trains and trains clerics who travel to gather information.

As one of those trainees, Sylvia encouraged her to study and train.

"Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion" is a "Temple Outpost" with a terminal called "Green God (Akdal) Message Board". I am deeply involved with the Temple. With that connection, the cleric also visits the store from time to time. I could also ask the people how Sylvia, an apprentice cleric, was doing.

Not only that, but how, he sent a personal message to Latina on the Green God (Akdal) Message Board. Sylvia's "protection" is not supposed to be that strong, nor special, but the procedure seems to be good.

Latina and Chloe have had a bitter laugh from school building days remembering friends who had such a place.

"The Night Festival of the Red God (Ahmal), I'm looking forward to it."

Festivals and celebrations are held in Kreutz every season. Some are lord-dominated and the East Side Chamber of Commerce dominated, but the most grand of these was the "Night Festival" held by the temple dedicated to the Lord God of Red (Ahmal) of the Raband Nation.

Other temples are also marginal to the people of Shirai, such as the temple of the orange god (Kolmozei), where the abundance festival is held, and the temple of the blue god (Neely), where the soul festival is held, but did not reach the size of the temple of the red god (Ahmal).

Latina was also a festival where Dale took her to see things, as she did every year, but this year she was allowed to see things with her friends for the first time.

Parent idiot (Dale) seems anxious even though he gives permission, and he has a mouthful of mouth about May in front of Latina, who plans with his friends.

Says, I would never act alone. Says, we don't get into the less crowded roads. When strangers (cousins) come close, don't be alarmed. I'd rather use attack magic to repel it. No, it's a must to get ahead of you anyway. Weird men, not weird men, all consider themselves enemies and attack! Better! … etc.

"Dale, don't think I'm gonna get mad at Mr. Gendarmerie."

Latina, who saw Dale with a straight gray eye, gave a straightforward response.

Even to such a latina, Dale smiles so vividly that he never cowers.

"No, the world is a weak predator. That's all I need."

It wasn't bad at all.

Latina herself thinks Dale is too attentive.

And all around me, Dale was too attentive, but he didn't think he could help but worry.

It was her perception that further aggravated Dale's anxiety, but the unfortunate result was that Latina would not think seriously because Dale overreacted.

Topped with cookies, Latina looks happy with the nutty texture with the surface caramelized, while looking at the clothes Chloe is sewing.

"I don't know. Does it look good on you?

"I've guessed it many times since I picked the cloth."

"Still, I look forward to finishing it."

I laughed because I knew it was what I ordered.

It is also natural psychology for a girl to want to put her sleeves through new clothes in line with the evening festival she is looking forward to.

"Something with a different vibe than usual because Chloe made me stand out. Sometimes."

"Are you anxious in my view?

The look on Chloe's face was deliberate. Latina knows all about it.

"Because I don't choose these colors or anything..."

"Latina is extreme! I thought you liked childish fluffy pretenses, like you're an adult, trying to pick a sexy one that doesn't suit you."

Put your hands on your hips and sigh mixed, Chloe says.

"Because..."

"Isn't that 'cause'? I need to wear something that suits me properly! Latina is these lines of clothing, they're chic in shades, so you should choose."

Chloe can't help but sigh. She gets the job of making clothes and lives sensitive to things like fashion and design every day. Even though there is a lot of work in sewing order products from tabular stores, it is closely related to the cynical scene where you can't make anything that you can't sell.

If I try to be Chloe like that, my best friend, a beautiful girl who is ridiculously jealous, feels that if I let her wear it, she can see both the person and the clothes.

Yet her preference is for loose sweet coordination. Well, that's good. Those outfits do look good on a good friend.

The problem is, it's time to get your hands on grown-up outfits in an attempt to change your childish preference like that.

That in itself is not to say bad. But for some reason, Latina tries to grab clothes that are sexy and adults are likely to choose someone to wear very well.

It doesn't suit Latina at all, even among daughters her age, where she is young in shape. If I could wait a little longer and get as feminine a body as she wanted, I guess I'd change the story again, but not at this stage at all.

For Chloe, who lives in the world of clothing, it's important (oh and) that you can't overlook.

For this reason, Chloe's supervision came in this time when Latina renewed her clothes.

Draining sweet decorations, but not too simple with elaborate design. Give me something superior black so the lace doesn't look childish either. Make it even more chic, so that Latina's glossy platinum hair is accentuated.

It wasn't "adult," but I decided to make the current Latina more than year-to-year, a design that showed me.

Chloe's confidence in choosing is considerable.

My best friend can't beat a lady in the West Side or a princess in the North Side.

"I wish I could surprise the person I want to show you most."

In one word, it stained bright red to the earlobes.

Even as I knew the love of my best friend from such a young age, I was in the mood.