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

The rooms where Dale and Latina live are rare for Gregor and Rose, his local-style setting and Larband national nobility.

Now that I was researched with Latina's hobby trinkets and fabrics, it was a more comfortable atmosphere place than it was when Dale lived alone.

Rose, who had visited this room many times to teach Latina magic, calmed down looking familiar. Gregor, while a little confused, mimics Dale's flux.

Latina will be bringing the tea set in a while. As she went downstairs with her tea handed out without pinching her mouth in vain, Rose began to talk about what had happened to herself by dampening her lips.

From the standpoint that Rose belongs to the Temple, she doesn't really show up in the social world. Whether you are in your own territory or turn to the comforts of all places at the request of the Temple - a beautiful and rare looking Rose is a symbolic (symbolic) presence for the Temple of the 'Blue God (Neely)'. For a temple with the role of a treatment center, the impression Rose, a recovering magic user who can also be called a miracle, gives to the people of Shirai is of great value. - -.

The Cornelius family, the living house of Rose, is not such a wealthy house.

For this reason, a princess named Rose did not become very meaningful in order to be the target of a political marriage. But her own worth and talent are too great to let a house of the same size daughter-in-law.

For those reasons, Rose, who also knew that she was slightly spared, was adding herself to her activities in the temple.

A carriage was attacked during that journey.

Rose, who had taken her own maid hostage, followed the thief with great devotion. It was based on the decision that it would not be an immediate life-threatening situation beyond the purpose of kidnapping herself. - - If humiliated, the thief was once a gentleman to Rosé, who was prepared to die for himself.

Now, I don't even know the purpose of the thief, but perhaps the purpose was to negotiate with the Duke of Erdystedt, Rose's guardian. Because the Cornelius family is a less savory opponent to make a huge kidnapping scene.

The thief took Rose and her samurai to an old mansion in the corner of the country town, which must have been a luxurious separate residence or something.

Rose was honestly following the thief on the surface, but on the inside she was watching the gap and watching the opportunity to escape. The magic aids were covered, but she has no problem using magic without such objects.

Would the situation have changed if only we had realised that the country town - - was too quiet though?

What we saw together when we went inside the mansion was what one girl looked like.

Inside the mansion, he sat down on the railing of the stairs and swayed his thin feet in enamel shoes, peeking through a skirt on his lap.

The innocent looking young face is pretty neat and the long blonde hair and neat beauty eyes even give the impression of a doll. He had a thin body wrapped in luxurious clothing that I didn't think was practical.

Girls like the early teens where humans say they are. Because the girl had the horns of white Asia present on the left and right of her head. He clearly had characteristics as a demon tribe.

Rose felt unspeakable creepy the moment she saw the girl.

Far beyond the unnaturalness of being here, it's bizarre.

Perhaps it was the difference between Rose and the thieves who felt 'it' and the 'difference' that would change the decisive aftermath.

To the girl, whoever approached her was the first victim.

"It" - a giant blade held by a girl in both hands - that was outside of consciousness, because it existed as too commonplace, even though it did not fit into the appearance of the poor girl.

Blood smoke increases.

A girl dances with such grace that it is unrealistic.

Understanding the situation, when someone screamed and yelled, there was no need to check the wreckage of a few people, and something (...) that I knew was out of order gradually created a blood build-up on the floor.

Without being able to resist, the "weak" in front of us are ravaged by the overwhelming "being".

As the toddler laughed with the feathers of the captured worm, the girl had a smile of root cruelty itself on its neat face.

Rose was a minority that could be dealt with.

But her maid couldn't do it like Rose. Maybe I can't help it. No matter how educated you were as a servant, the 'being' in front of you stirs one's underlying fear.

Shaking off Rose, who tried to stop her, the samurai in panic tried to escape. Without being able to stand properly, the way he crawled on the floor also seemed hilarious because he was desperate.

"Oh, that's lame."

The girl shrugged in an adorable voice so far out of place that she unloaded the murder weapon unconstitutionally.

Rose could only look at the sight.

She is a brilliant wizard, but she didn't put herself on the battlefield. And because of his excellence, he also understood that his power could not resist the 'existence' in front of him.

She couldn't do anything. Fear prevented my body from moving.

"... keep it, keep it"

A voice with a little unique intonation was hung from behind, and Rose, who was losing herself, returned it to me.

Vibrant purple passes in the corner of vision.

"You, 'now', are not yet destined to die. Now be a man and bear with me."

Despite this situation, Rose was relieved by the woman's voice. He was the Lord of quiet sounding voices, like giving to those who listen to calm.

If I looked back softly, it was also a young woman with demonic characteristics who was there. The long straight hair was bright purple, with lustrous colored curly corners that could also be called gold. A neat and beautiful face is not shaken by emotions on the surface.

The thin white neck was clearly engraved with a strange string, like a symbol.

"... why are you doing this...?

To Rose, who shrugged with a faint voice, the woman still returned the answer with a quiet whisper.

"'My you' doesn't mean anything. If that makes sense, the purpose is"

There is something chilling in the voice and expression of a woman, even though she speaks with the 'Lord'.

"It's killing itself."

"... of two, Demon King... eh"

One of the thieves raised a plea cry, as did Rose when she correctly figured out who the other person was. Maybe it was as' rigid 'as I could raise my voice.

"Holy shit... don't kill me"

The two demon kings grinned and smiled at his voice.

"Oh. Then don't kill me."

Anyway, it looks like fun.

Down the murder weapon.

"It's okay, I know exactly how not to die."

Over and over again. Chop it up.

A sound spun with a girl's voice, well received, even as she tried to hide in a man's scream. Rose realizes what it is, which makes her complexion even worse.

"Recovery magic......"

That's pretty powerful stuff too. The two demon kings were chopping up their opponents, using healing magic. While healing, trying not to kill, --while not being able to die.

The act continued all the way until the word "kill me" came out, when the man murmured in a voice full of despair.

Without a woman standing behind her to support herself, Rose might not have been able to keep herself either.

It was only an event for a few moments, yet the sensation had been lost, by the way.

After all but Rose had become corpses, the adorable girl, bathed in blood, saw Rose. Rose shivered with a gaze. Still, he stood up excitedly to lose and turn forward.

"Oh?"

Two demon kings, leaning on their necks, looked at Rose and raised a strange voice, approaching him unwrought.

"Oh, beautiful colors. It's rugged."

The girl, happy to say, was innocent in itself.

Even though he said he was Teng himself who caused this tragedy in front of him. The matter itself is very distorted and varied.

"... my you. This person is also the bearer of magic traits."

"Well! What color? Let me see."

A thief hated that Rose stood out, and prepared a chestnut (wig); but a purple demon woman told him so, not wandering as if she had known.

Rose left her natural hair to be dewy.

"Well, really beautiful colors! Show me more!

Rose's hair, which appears complex and dark by the addition or subtraction of light rather than simple rose pink, is a rare and beautiful color among magical traits.

In an attempt to touch, the two demon kings stretched their thin arms to Rose.

"My you."

"I wonder what?

"With Shiro's blood, don't they hate to pollute you?

In the words of the woman at that moment, the girl seemed to recall that her own hands were smugly and bloody dirty, still holding a large blade.

"Right. Such a beautiful thing, it's impossible to get dirty!

When he could pull his hand in all the time, the two demon kings smiled and turned back their heels.

"I'm gonna take a bath."

"Take your time"

When I saw two demon kings headed behind the mansion, Rose nearly collapsed to the floor.