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

The production of the evening festival is visited when the sun sets.

That was because it was the time when the presence - that is, the flame - that made the color symbolic of "The Red God (Ahmal)" appear most visible in nature.

In the polished armor wrapped around the cleric soldiers of "The Red God (Ahmal)" who line up and continue through the city of Kreutz, a raised lightning flame is reflected.

Even though his god, who is also the god of war, says that he only takes an eye out for the neat march of the brave soldiers, halfway through the squad, the thin-silk witches, also dancers of the battle prayer, add a glorious colour.

A line departing from the temple circles this stretch of boulevard, mainly the Lords' Palace, and eventually gathers in the city's central square.

The final liturgy takes place in the temple, but it was common for the general public, with the exception of the devout followers, to enjoy the way it was done, either along the main street through which the march passes or in the central square.

The flame that lights up the city, shaking it loosely, is also the symbol of doctrine itself. Even if we tried to hide in the dark and commit a guilty act, we could not hide in front of the Red God, which is why the bonfires burned many times, usually illuminating the city that should be surrounded by silence at night.

"That's amazing."

The girls, who had secured a safe place, neither pushed nor hindered by the crowd, were looking at such a 'special' sight.

There are large numbers of people, but in essence to be divine, there is nothing to make a fuss about by removing the feathers. Still, we couldn't have delivered our voices without looking at each other.

They enjoyed the air away from their daily routine in the midst of the wavy twitches of the people.

It was such a "special" time that Chloe might have been able to throw words at her best friend that she couldn't normally say.

"Hey, Latina"

"What?"

"When will you confess?

To Chloe's words, Latina clogged her voice. I don't know how Latina's face, lit by red flames, reacted in those words.

"That's right. Why? There's no story about one special woman around that one (...), is there? What are you so reluctant to do?

Asked overlapping by Sylvia as well, Latina looks down embarrassed.

"I told you."

In a lingering tone of childhood, she insisted so.

"All the time, all the time... what I'm talking about. I love Dale... more than anyone, I love him the most... he's not like everyone else, he's special... but he can't pass it on..."

For a long time now, 'thoughts' have remained the same.

That's why I've told you so many times before.

If not under the bonfire, Latina tells her best friends her thoughts with a look that shows her dyeing bright red to her ears.

"Because I'm still a 'little latina' to Dale.... so I can't pass it on. The words" I love you "and" special "... haven't arrived yet."

I wonder what to do when the confession of love, too, doesn't get the word.

I can't just 'like' it - the most 'like' it. 'Special likes' unlike 'likes' to one of the others. If you overlap words like that, how do you get feelings that aren't communicated?

And how come, it doesn't arrive?

Having understood that for a long time, she found the answer to becoming an 'adult'.

The child himself thought that words that would not reach him would surely be able to be delivered when he grew up.

I wanted to grow up fast.

The difference in age between him and himself is enormous, and even if he is desperate and stretches back at all costs, it will not yet arrive.

Still, at least, to the extent that my thoughts were conveyed, I wanted you to see yourself as a woman in public.

"... latina"

Chloe next door, I'm sure, holds hands. That Chloe swallowed The Word, another best friend said without hesitation.

"Really, that's it?

"... Sylvia?

"Latina does, really, and you know why confessions don't come through.... but you're scared, aren't you?

"Huh...?

"I can't be the same as before."

To Sylvia's words, Latina looked surprised.

That was more a face of being noticed that there was such a 'thought' in me than because I was poked at a picture star.

"I..."

While Latina was upset, she was able to calmly review herself because Chloe, next door, just leaned in silently.

Best friend Chloe knows that Latina is above all afraid of doing (...) around her.

"... I wonder if so"

"I guess."

Sylvia affirmed the conclusions Latina had reached some time later and Chloe silently supported them.

"What Latina needs to do to communicate her thoughts before she grows up is to break her current relationship."

"... well..."

Having one of my favorites treat me as' My Lovely Little One 'was an important, comforting time that supported me until now.

But if I want anything other than that relationship, I guess I'll have to revamp it there first.

"But is it good... that I, like Dale, really, am I good...?

Sylvia, who tried to disprove what she was saying and her weak words, also swallows words into Latina's cutthroat look. Chloe looked worried.

"... Latina?

"I'm a demon... because no matter how hard I try, I can't be a human... so..."

"Including that, Latina is Latina."

Chloe said not to be overwhelmed because she knew what Latina had done in the past.

"Yeah...... so I get anxious. The time flowing to me and Dale is the same but not the same.... I'm sure Dale will suffer because Dale is sweet, even though I still say Dale is good"

Facts I understand in my head. But it is also a fact that we continue to avoid looking directly at the same time.

One day, I will end up spending time with one of my loved ones.

Left alone as everyone passes away in old age.

I can't get away with avoiding it, but now that I'm happy, it was a 'reality' I don't want to think about.

"Besides... the Demons are... a very difficult species to make children of."

Latina, who told the fact, also looked like she was going to cry.

"Dale gave me a lot of stuff (...). And yet, even if Dale accepts my feelings, I can't show Dale my baby..."

Latina knows that Dale likes children.

It's not just about accepting my young self and raising me.

In "Tiger Cat Pavilion," I know that while I say it's somehow, I don't hate taking care of Theo, and that whenever I hear a story in my hometown about my brother and his wife having children, I get a gentle look.

I shouldn't 'want' to be beside him if I can't show him his children like that.

It was, for a long time, a 'thought' nestled inside the latina.

At that time,

"Ouch."

Scon. and Latina looks up surprised by the impact dropped over her head.

In front of me, there was the angry face of my best friend.

"Baccaratina"

Scon. and to Latina's head Chloe laughs bitterly at the stunned Latina's dumb look as she drops her knife.

"You're smart, why would you think that?"

"Chloe......"

"Even human race is not uncommon for couples without children. Still, there are people who are happy."

"But..."

"For a boring man who determines a woman's worth by being such a jerk, my best friend just doesn't feel well from the beginning!

To Chloe, who ran out of words, Latina turns her surprise face into something else. Sylvia, who noticed it, made a panicked voice.

"No! Latina, don't cry. Makeup breaks down and it's gonna be terrible."

"When you get home, there's 'one you want me to see', right?

"... yeah"

Latina, with her gaze upwards, held the hands of her best friends next door so that nothing hot would overflow.

- - Don't forget the memories of this night or this muck.

"... Dale is not a boring man."

"Yes."

"So... I'll try my best."

In front of Latina, who decided her heart, the festival was about to culminate. A large flame made of witchcraft dances through the city as if it were a creature, scattering fine firepowder.

The excitement of the people also rose with evermore, burning their skin with the heat of the flames.

In the meantime, Sylvia turned her grin as if she was up to something ill-bottomed as usual.

"You know, Latina. Sure, a long-lived species of" human race "has a low birth rate, but it's not entirely unlikely."

"But..."

"Then, as soon as possible, why don't we get into that relationship and make it a little bit more likely?

"Huh?"

"So is that. Even this evening, come close to Latina."

"Huh!?

Too much, to the irresponsible suggestion of his best friends, Latina, who had completely forgotten about the tears, screamed upwards.