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

"Kenneth, hey, that?

That's what Latina said, come on. and tilted her neck was about the first summer day she came to Kreutz.

Kennis laughed as he stirred the fruit juice, which had been cooled and frozen by the magic prop, making a gullible noise.

"Enjoy it when it's done."

"Really?

"Do you want to touch it for a second?

"Hmm?"

The strange Latina casually reached out and touched the container with the fruit juice, frightening. And jumped up.

"I stuck it!?

"It's cold, isn't it?

Breaking into Latina's expected reaction, Kenneth turned the container into a 'refrigerator' again. This tool, a demonic prop, cools the interior by creating ice. For this reason, it was also possible to freeze objects on the side of what should also be called the core of this tool.

It was something I could have expected from watching Latina before, but she had never spoken of a cold treat before.

What Kenneth served for the snack of the day was a sorbet served in a well chilled vessel.

To Latina, who is observing with a strange face, Kenneth gives her a spoon with something close to a bitter smile on her face.

"If you're too slow, it'll melt."

"Yet?

Latina pierced the spoon like she panicked and was surprised that it felt softer than she could have imagined. Keep it up, pun. and cheeked.

More than anything else, Keane.

- - Latina. It was my first experience with ice cream headaches in my life.

"Latina?"

"I want to be there. Why?"

I can't believe I'm being attacked by food. Latina looks up at Kenneth with a stunned look on her face. To much shock, he was pulling like a small animal. Kind of funny.

"... don't rush to eat, try to melt it slowly in your mouth"

Honestly, Latina put the key in the sorbet again, as she was told, terribly put it in her mouth.

"Huh!"

I look up at Kenneth with a different surprise face than I did earlier.

"Holy shit! It's sweet!

"It's going to be hotter. You're gonna want something cold, aren't you? Latina can make it herself."

"Book hit?

"Dale taught you magic, didn't he? It's not hard to lower the temperature and freeze it because it's magical. If you don't know, you can ask Dale."

"Ugh."

Latina was then completely captivated by the cold treats, tasting ice cream made with eggs and milk-filled recipes that Kennis had made. The task of freezing it with the "underworld" attribute magic was fine, and she worked to make ice confectionery, not least with a recipe that she was taught quickly.

It is decided that Latina is the first person who 'wants you to eat'.

That day, when Dale returned home, Latina rushed over with a vessel served with a mountain of ice cream that she'd made quickly. My heart is out of line, wanting Dale to eat it before it melts.

From such a mood, she snapped.

It's just a little shock, but for some reason, ice cream can be something that blows away with that shock.

Pei. And the white mass that flew away drawing the parabola, on the floor in front of Dale, made a small mountain.

"Huh!!

Latina, a voiceless scream, knelt down disappointingly, in front of an empty vessel.

"Uh... latina? Are you okay?"

It turned to Latina's back, like it had become a mass of sadness, and Dale spoke up, but he didn't get back.

I can't believe you're not only attacking me, you're even running away. I was insulting something called ice cream. This is not the next time. Let them try to overcome it.

That's what Latina was thinking looking down. It's off somewhere, but it's serious in person. After a while, Latina, with a determined, crisp face, declared this to Dale.

"Latina, we can't do this next time!

"Oh... oh. Good luck with that."

Though relieved that Latina didn't cry out, Dale made a smile, completely incomprehensible as to why she came to that conclusion.

Her statement of determination was definitive, and during the summer Latina continued to make ice sweets at best. As a result, her ice candy making arm improved considerably. It was a great pleasure for Rita, who did not like the heat, which she was to keep with her companion.