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

The guest visited the Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion a few days later, until the Night Festival of the Red God (Ahmal) took place.

He is a cool looking young man, but his traveling outfit is disturbed somewhere so much that he can tell he hastened to come. As he looked around the store, tension ran among the regular customers.

"Welcome"

As usual, the billboard daughter in this store was mypace when a strange young man says it was the nervousness of the regulars after also discerning that she was quite capable.

I was. and greet him with a small run and smile to the youth.

"You're my first customer. Is this your first time in Kreutz?

"... oh"

That Latina smile froze the moment I heard the youth's next dialogue. This is how the young man shrugged when he opened his eyes slightly to his surprise.

"You said" Fairy Princess "by Dale."

……

Latina looks back with a hardened smile at Rita, who is enjoying blowing up on her poker face.

"Rita, you can be angry with me and Dale."

"You can do it if you want."

Not only did Rita thumb up with a good smile, but the surrounding regular guests (galleries) gave Yale to Latina at the same time.

It is a kind of entertainment to see others be able to interact if no harm is done to them.

I dropped off Latina heading to the kitchen more rough than usual in an unspeakable quail atmosphere with her.

Leaving behind one young man who can't grasp his condition.

"... what's up?

"... Whatever's going on, it's your fault"

After a while, Dale showed up from his room to the store, and he looked like he was stunned.

The puffy, bloated, angry face was also adorable, and I shouldn't have loosened my facial expressions in the middle of my sermon. I apologized, apologized, and defeated Latina, who was completely obnoxious. That is how he managed to obtain forgiveness.

But only 'I won't do it again' tried to evade it by mobilizing all my negotiating skills. I don't want to lie to Latina.

It's not that the prerequisites are strange. I just don't feel like changing it.

"Still, that was fast, Gregor. You'll feel like you're headed this way as soon as the letter arrives."

"Oh, I'd be pro rata free if it was just me."

Sitting at the corner of "Tiger Cat Pavilion," waiting for Dale, Gregor stood idly by, without moving to his surrounding gaze.

The atmosphere of Gregor is the samurai themselves. It is not impossible for the regulars to look at him with an intriguing glance. Adventurers have seepage of virtue of lineage, but Gregor is a swordsman who has been pulled out to the point where he is interested in the powerful.

He also realizes that the regulars in this store are more than amazing. I admired it in my heart. This is not the case in Wangdu. After all, the city of Kreutz, thanks to the attractiveness of travellers and adventurers, reaffirmed the existence of this number of nations.

"Is Rose safe?"

"I'm upstairs in the room now. I heard what happened... kidnapped, is that true?

"... a carriage en route from the territory to the King's Capital was raided. The Cornelius family is not a very wealthy house. Both the escort and the squire were only taking the appropriate...... The raiders were also looking into Rose's character, apparently. They took the perimeter hostage first."

"Oh......"

I didn't even think that Princess Rose would be kidnapped very manly, but apparently for a good reason.

The Cornelius family of Rose, in the Viscount, has a different character from the Duke of Erdystedt family of Gregor. There was nevertheless interaction with each other, because the territories were adjacent and the counterparties to the specialities of the territory of Cornelius also had close ties, as the Duke of Erdystedt predominantly - -.

And after the birth of Rose, who had a magical trait and had protection as a rare priest, the relationship became even more intense.

He took refuge in the Duke's house as one of Rose's backs. This is not a bad story for the Duke of Erdystedt either. It was of great significance to keep the princess of beauty, with her powerful cards and her exalted protection, within her sphere of influence.

Rose and Gregor knew each other because of those circumstances.

There's also a reason Gregor's sister wanted to be adorable Rose like a doll. They were more interactive than they were when they were younger.

"You'd want to make sure Rose's okay for now, wouldn't you? Let Latina come now..."

"No, I'll go. Tell me the room."

To Gregor's reply, Dale is stunned for a moment.

"No... no, no, no. That's not good for boulders, is it? Rose's namesake. It's not like you're gonna do anything."

A princess of my age met a man in the Chamber - - What a fact, if you get out there, it's enough scandal.

"If you keep your mouth shut, Rose's honor will be protected."

Ice blue's chilling glances, which have not even had a slight grin, let the blackmail seep out, additionally, if you say anything extra, you'll cut it off.

This guy always gives cold lectures about himself as "adoptive son" (latina) supremacist "parent idiot," but you can't say much about others either, can you? and behind Dale's brain, who monologues with sweat on his back, the word 'the kind calls friends' passed.

"Uh, Rose's room is a private room upstairs in front of me... but I'm in my seat... shouldn't I? Right."

At a glance at Gregor, Dale decides instantly what to do.

As Dale dropped his shoulder disappointingly as a friend dropped off his back ascending the stairs, a worried latina brought me a glass of water. I should have been angry until just now, but that kindness creeps on me.

"Dale, are you okay?

"... yeah, maybe... it's okay, right?

They were different from each other to worry about, but without worrying about the details, Dale rarely whined to the divine counterpart to whom he belonged, complaining of prayer.

Just the sound of being knocked on the door, Rose was guessing who her opponent was. I'm amazed and about to get rid of the borrowing books I had in my hand.

We won't even notice, just a few verses. His (...) habit that I've come to realize because I've always been waiting for him since I was a young girl.

"Rose."

The moment he hears his voice, Rose heads to the door like it was bounced. I don't wake up because of my mind, which deviates from the simple motion of removing the key.

"Dear Gregor......"

My voice trembled as I double-checked the appearance of that one who was behind the door.

"Rose, often, safely"

"Master Gregor."

Gregor, who doesn't reveal too much emotion on the table, still seeps in a soothing, voice-friendly sound. At the same time Rose threw herself into Gregor's chest.

"... Dear Gregor, I, I..."

"... I'm glad you're safe"

Trembling her thin shoulders and holding Rose in tears, Gregor quietly closed the door behind her back.

For Rose, Dale is only a 'know-it-all'.

She never showed Dale how it was, even if she was frightened, hurt and anxious by events such as kidnapping, and contact with the embodiment of the fear of "Two Demon Kings".

That's all Rose was a high bearer, a temperament late, but never a reason to be fine.

What Gregor himself held back before his trusting existence, more heartfelt than he was at an early age, was decimated.

Rose had no words, just stuck around and cried.

Gregor also knows Rose very well. I had guessed that she had endured until now, without even being able to cry. That's why I pushed off visiting the room by myself.

Slipping his palm into his rare rosy hair, from which his name came, Gregor watched her silently in his arms.