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

Dale thought the moment of fear had finally arrived.

Once you wonder if that's not the case, it just seems like Latina's recent manipulation to get some distance from herself was also a precursor.

"To Latina... oh, my sweet Latina, there's finally a period of disobedience..."

When he thought he had jumped into The Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion, Dale sounded like he was throwing up such blood that he collapsed powerless. As soon as possible, Susu, and several regular customers surrounded him.

I have something like sympathy on my face, but I can't say enough, I'm drifting something black behind it.

"... it's hard for girls around my age."

"We're in trouble, too."

The voices spoken were meant to stir up anxiety rather than comfort Dale.

"Huh!"

"My clothes stink, so they tell me not to wash them with you."

"Huh!!

"Even though I said I just washed it, what if my very existence stinks or something!

"Even we're the same. Huh! Until then, my wife and the kids were in the living room talking, and the minute I walked in, you were silent, you were gonna pull me up to the room with that shit! My only opponent is a pet cunt."

"I got something to say to you, too! After a long job, when I finally thought I could go home, the kids said," There you are! "

"Drink! I'm all out today! I'll get them all out! Enjoy your drink!

A true 'brave' man must be a 'father', enduring even when his adolescent daughter makes him ill!

If anyone could have listened to Dale's monologue like that, "If you'd said that, you wouldn't," someone would have let me in, unfortunately.

When Dale cried for half of what he received and boiled the 'fathers' of the world.

"Rita!

In the kitchen of the store, Latina was holding onto Rita crying.

"What's wrong, Latina? You made up beautifully. You're breaking up, aren't you?

"Rita... I, Dale, tried to confess..."

"Confession?"

For that matter, the misery heard from the front of the store is a far cry from sex. There are no shards of such glossy signs.

"I couldn't! I didn't tell you! Even the confession, you didn't even notice it!

"... wow"

Rita's face said, "You're such an idiot."

"You're embarrassed, Dale's face, you can't see!

All right, well, Rita stroking Latina's head has a frightened look on her face, but that's certainly not meant for the girl in front of her.

Rita had noticed from an early age that this girl had always seen her 'guardian' as' heterosexual '.

Rita told me that Dale was the one who didn't notice. My husband, Kennis, also said a lot of blunt things, but why are all the men such idiots?

Well, Rita had a long business as well, to the extent that she agrees that an adventurer is an organism that has nothing to do with delicacies, etc., that she shouldn't expect anything from herself - etc.

"Right. It's embarrassing. That's how hard it is for a girl to confess."

Rita smiles bitterly and peeks into Latina.

Rita turned a gentle face to this girl, who was also in a position to say that she was a sister, as opposed to the guests who came to the store.

Rita is an only child and has no brothers. It was only natural, naturally, to want to be cute in a different position from Dale's, to get this "sister" in an unexpected way, as if it embodied the desire I often had when I was a young girl: "I wish I had a pretty sister".

What is wrong with Rita, a young woman, seeking a healing that is not available to the mundane and painful bastards she is usually used to seeing?

"Because you want to run, you have no choice. I can't even say I don't want to see your face. Right?"

- - Nothing Latina hasn't said she doesn't want to see her face, but if you try Rita, the wind against 'fools' is strong and natural.

"You don't have to. And I know you're always working hard."

"Rita...... eh"

Rita, holding her blurry and genuinely crying latina, invited her to the back.

"You have to get rid of your makeup, right? It's bad for your skin."

"Yeah......"

Rita came back into the kitchen watching Latina wash her face in the sink behind the store.

Kennis, her husband, decided on the look on Rita's face that he could never pinch an extra mouth.

The store is showing a look at the frenzied banquet. From the look of that confused Dale alone, I couldn't understand what had happened. To get an idea of the situation, he went back to the kitchen where Latina seems to have returned, but as far as his wife is concerned, "I did something stupid" seems to be more of an "apprentice (Dale)".

"Rita......"

"Kenneth, I'm going to give Latina a rest tomorrow. That kid, he's been working seriously for a long time, and sometimes it's good, right?

Wasn't her 'holiday' today, which is nothing else?

To the extent that he did not take the foolishness to put what he thought on his face, Kennis' sense of crisis' did a time-like job in active duty.

"Latina, why don't you go back to your room? Right?"

Kuru, his wife, who dropped her shoulders and turned back to the girl who was crying, like someone else, is a gentle expression.

Kennis, who dropped off Rita's back, who even took Latina up the stairs, sighed as she looked inside the store where the booze was coming in and she was about to be unable to pack. It is becoming increasingly chaotic with the addition of new guests who came to the store to coincide with the end of the "Night Festival".

It was a merciful sigh to his' disciple ', who would be given a' look like another 'very different from that directed at his wife's girl.

After drinking and making a scene in earnest, Dale, as usual, returned to the attic to sip a nice spit on the quiet indoor appearance.

I didn't see Latina.

Peek into the dreaded bedroom. Dale, who thought it was exactly what Latina was sleeping on, stayed cold there too, making sure no one was there, exploring the grate and surroundings silently.

I guess it was still the drunkenness that caused me to overlook the discomfort, which I should feel the moment I went up the attic.

Some of the luggage in the warehouse was being moved.

Apparently, the reloaded baggage is a wall, separating parts of it.

Even though I still can't speak out and try to peek softly behind it, the clash is standing in place of the door so as to block Dale from acting like that.

It's a conflict that Latina usually uses when she dresses.

"Huh!

I also feel like that's the answer enough already, but Dale breathes in and slowly explores the signs. Originally, it was her 'sign' that she didn't have to do it or make a mistake, but all of them represented Dale's werewolf.

(uhh!! Is the rebellion taking away all healing from me?!)

As a result, Dale knelt down powerless and disappointed as he drooled the hot stuff out of his eyes, making a voiceless scream.

- - It is the time when Latina is already asleep, but it is a late consideration that held her voice in her heart. That may have been good evidence to say that he is more of a root 'parent idiot' than he can help.