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

"Bye, another time"

"Yeah, come to the store, too"

The look on Sylvia's face when she was told she was the deputy captain's daughter was very hard. With such a offering, Sylvia went home with an obvious smile.

He was willing to go straight home to the boulder today.

"And Chloe."

"Yeah. Latina, hold on tight"

With a smile on her best friend who said so, Latina heads with Rudolph to the South Side. I will also have to "report the results" when I go to pick up my clothes and other luggage at a later date.

Chloe, left behind, looked up at the youth next door and smiled bitterly.

"I'm sorry. I don't know, like a leftover escort."

"... no. The mission is the mission."

Chloe's smile, with its calarity and bright temperament on the table, was sufficiently appealing, though not as beautiful as letting someone like Latina lose their words.

A girl named Chloe, who holds herself firmly to her chest, while standing in a position of best friend of Latina, the most beautiful girl of all time, without feeling inferior to her appearance, is also 'fascinating' for different reasons than Latina.

Only we know what the young man walking behind Chloe's precedent thought of that smile.

"Reserve training, was it tough?

"Oh."

"Right, Rudy. I'm so disappointed. It's a lot harder than the new adventurers coming to the store."

Latina's smile is innocent and defenseless.

It was a blunt but late danger to what I was perceived to be from around me.

She's been chasing only one person since she was a young girl. I'm staring at only one person.

For this reason, I am dull in favor of my surroundings and underestimate myself being 'treated as a child' by thinkers. The past, which says he was' expelled 'from his hometown, was also one reason why he was underestimating himself.

What's more, she's sensitive to 'favors' per se. Latina, who has a very acute sense of 'animosity' due to her 'ability' to be born, is also consequently sensitive to her opposite emotion, 'favor'. On the other hand, it seemed very dull on The Content of Favors.

Rudolph also notices things like that in Latina, thinly.

After a few years, that didn't seem to change, I think.

"What? Shut up."

"No..."

"Weird though."

She remembers the dazzling illusion, but with someone wearing a gendarmerie uniform next to her on a boulder, there were no impudent people approaching. Still feeling his gaze from a large number of people, including his lower heart, directed towards Latina, Rudolph looks around to intimidate him.

Latina stopped the leg a little later at her destination, where she let her long, brilliant hair flourish with the bright light.

In "The Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion," Dale was walking around softly softly and restlessly.

Honestly, I was in the way.

"Latina... oh... isn't it too late?

"You just finished 'Fire Flowers', didn't you? Central Square is crowded, so it'll take you a while to get back from there. Besides, Latina said she was sending friends."

"I know that, but okay."

"If you know what I mean, make yourself comfortable."

No matter how much Rita tells the truth, Dale's actions cannot be changed.

It's been at this rate ever since I dropped Gregor and Rose off and then back in Kreutz. Rita's Toshiba was about to reach her limits.

"If you're so worried, you should wait in front of the store"

Kenneth, with his smiley face, said, "If you mean it, go where you can't see it because it's depressing."

Even though it's a city at night, there are so many streets that people can't even compare to normal.

From that, looking for the girl of interest, Dale's expression, who was staring, was strong because she was not alone.

He was wearing an unfamiliar piece, but there was no way he could have misjudged her. The girlfriend turns a friendly smile to a boy her neighbor's age.

Gendarmerie or adventurer, but it didn't make a big difference to Dale. Young men are in the same position as pests at the stage of using color against their latina counterparts.

"Dale."

Before "Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion," a voice came out as soon as she spotted the one in the queue, playing.

Rudolph felt a painful chest ache in Latina's such an indelible and delightful voice.

What I knew, is. So in this position, I can't snap.

When I used to come to visit this store, I felt something like chills in my surprised gaze, unlike when I was treated as one of my 'friends', but it wasn't unbearable.

Rudolph also pretended to be unfamiliar with the sweat on his forehead, not knowing that being able to resist the signs of Dale's drooling, which resembled killing, was the result of enduring hell's training.

Latina was unaware that Dale was in a bad mood.

For her, next door is Rudy, her childhood friend. There is nothing to be guilty of having a good chat with a friend I haven't seen in a long time, or walking home side by side in harmony.

Neither does Dale think that Latina is the girl who walks with him. Still, I can't stay calm that you look defenseless like this.

His grump was a natural reaction to worry.

"Latina."

That's why the voice out of Dale was a stiff voice with some togee.

"You were late."

To Dale's words, Latina leans her neck wonderfully.

The attitude of her was a behavior that was not uncomfortable or anything else, but Dale, who was adding 'relief' to 'worry' and putting blood on her head to the 'situation' that came with 'man I don't know', was increasingly lacking in calm.

"Look, get inside quickly"

As if against a small child, Latina clouded her expression at his appearance.

In terms of lack of calm, Latina also did.

For my first 'night out', an exhilarating festive air. Plus, my friends have stirred me up, and she's a lot more 'excited' than usual.

Let your thoughts shake off into emotional things, as if you had responded to Dale's grumpiness.

It just didn't show up in the form of 'anger'.

"... Dale, I'm not a little kid anymore."

"When I say that, I'm more or less a child."

"No...... eh"

Gyu. And hold my fist and use my strength.

I wasn't really ready yet. But today, when a friend pushed me on the back, with the help of a new grown-up piece and makeup, I didn't think I could do it unless it was' now '.

In order to convey my thoughts, I thought I would take a step forward to change my previous' relationship '.

I don't think I'm a little latina anymore. The love that I ask of him is different from that of my dear one, directed to 'Little Latina'.

"I'm not a child anymore... and..."

Still, I couldn't just look straight at Dale's face. Close your eyes firmly and exalt the length of your thoughts with your utmost voice.

"I don't want Dale to tell me like that... but Dale is not my father... I never thought he'd replace me..."

Rudolph was shocked by the words that the latina in front of him dyed bright red to his ears. Even if I know it, it's hard to be asked what she thinks clearly in front of me.

But he was the first to notice the 'status quo' because it was a standing position he pulled a step back from.

"... latina"

Hey, hey, I'm calling my childhood friend, girl.

But full of them, she didn't seem to notice Rudolph's voice. - - Even in the 'tragedy' in front of me.

After a while, Latina, who couldn't stand anything from Dale, opens her eyes and looks forward.

So she finally realized, too.

Dale was bright blue.

Latina always sees him as an older adult who can afford to be calmer than herself. I've never seen Dale pale like this before.

"Huh?"

Surprised, I want to cry from myself one step closer to the look of Dale pulling one step back to escape.

I wondered if my words were that hard for him to accept.

But it was Dale who wanted to cry.

"Latina."

Words squeezed out by trembling were telling the whole story.

"Latina... oh, at last... in a period of disobedience... eh!

It was a stable, terrible comment in a way.

"Huh?"

A beat late, Latina, who understood what Dale's whining meant, raised a grand scream in her heart. It was too much to be heard.

(Yep, yep, yep!?)

Unaware of Latina's stiff, inner screaming appearance, Dale held her head with a semi-crying expression. Latina thought it was her who wanted to hold her head.

It was catastrophic.

"Cool"

Rudolph squeaks unexpectedly, but each of them is in a panic state, the two remaining people on this scene never noticed it.

"Latina was finally hearing rumors, in the 'rebellion period'...... I heard rumors, but there's a puberty girl specific reaction...... what should I do... what should I do!?

Having said that, Dale, who saw Latina again, gave her an indescribable, pitiful look and turned her back on her heels.

At the end of the quote, he fled the place.

It was a agile move not to be ashamed of a first-rate name, and it didn't last long to stop.

(Yeahhh!?)

Rudolph laid his hand on his shoulder, pong, to Aww and to Latina screaming inside again.

I wondered very much what I would say if I was in a position connected by a piece of neck skin, but I had a voice before I thought about it.

"Well...... what. Come on?"

"Huh."

Rudolph thought that even though he was a raised father and daughter, weird things were similar, etc. Somehow, it wasn't any other HR. Really, what do you mean by that?

When Latina saw Rudolph with a crying face, she sounded more pitiful than Dale earlier, in the city of the night (Kreutz).