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

"Dale, that, what?

Yes, what Latina asked pointing to Dale's eating plate was still the first summer she came to Kreutz.

"Hmmm... this is still early for Latina..."

"Hmm?"

Koten. And Latina, leaning her neck, looked intrigued and so on.

"Akai."

"It's hard..."

"Akai's, yummy."

Latina climbs up to the chair next door and looks up at Dale and says with a smile. The expression has a proud peek at 'I know it'.

Latina looked cute, too.

"No, it's not like tomato red..."

Dale answers, recalling Latina eating tomato sauce pasta happily the other day with sauce on her cheeks.

"Latina, I want to taste it. No?"

"It's too spicy for Latina... and I don't think we can do it yet, do we? So..."

"No?"

Latina asked overlapping, 'Why not?' It floats the question mark. Maybe Latina doesn't understand the meaning of the word 'hard'. It's hard to explain the taste. Then it may be one hand to let them experience it.

It was also a problem that Latina was too cute to look up to me. There's no way I can say "no".

"It's just a little, it's really hard."

Dale gave it to Latina, who was opening her mouth with just a taste at the end of the spoon.

- - Results. Immediately afterwards, the bright red latina rushed into the kitchen to fetch water.

Since then, Latina has been bad at spicy food.

That, in person, seems unfortunate and helpless.

The point is that it's not 'dislike' but 'bad', and Latina wants to eat spicy food as well, if she can.

In order to prepare spicy dishes, I want to taste them, and I also want to know the taste of "delicious spicy dishes" in order to make something more delicious.

If you let Kenneth and others say it, you will have another answer, but this serious and motivated girl was such a positive attitude.

Ten-year-old Latina prepared for today's challenge with such upliftment.

"Latina... that's..."

"I asked Kenneth for dinner this Latina night!

"It... you okay?

"Good luck, Latina."

I guess I'm trying my best to eat.

Dale frowned when he saw a chili served on a plate of latina, served with chorizo and boiled beans. This "Tiger Cat Pavilion" is a restaurant named after both spicy and drunk old men as regular. Not a rare menu as a knob.

However, I felt that Latina, who didn't like spicy things, had a lot of difficulty, and Dale was only anxious. But I couldn't even water Latina's motivation, and Dale held his mouth.

Get into a straightforward and watchful attitude.

When Latina put the knife in the chorizo, the skin was creepy and torn and the gravy could play. Latina also knows the intestinal flavour of the store that Kenneth is carefully selecting and purchasing. It looked delicious.

Put it in your mouth.

"Hmm...... Huh!

Gyu, and after frowning, Latina opened her mouth with a huff-huff.

Dale's visibility increases.

"Hey... I..."

"I don't think you're going to work so hard and say 'yummy'?

I'm already sweating on Latina's forehead. Though the taste of gravy was strong, the intestinal stuffing, which was good with spices and spices, was too dry for her.

Shaking off such Dale's worries, Latina next put a spoon in Chile. It's a dish I've never been able to get over in the past.

Beyond it, which is dyed red with plenty of spice, is the flavour of meat and vegetables that I have not been able to read in the past.

Get there.

If I were you right now, I could do it.

Heh! And with a temperamental look, Latina carried her spoon to her mouth.

Exhausted.

"La...... latina!!

Feeling Dale's voice grate, on the edge of consciousness, Latina reaches out to the 'secret weapon' she has prepared around the ready.

Sweet and cold milk soothes the tingling tongue.

Latina knows better than anyone that she doesn't like spicy things. That's why I had plenty of milk available to neutralize such a spicy taste. In addition, honey was added to it. It was an arithmetic that this sweetness would soothe the spiciness.

"...... Takeshi!

That response is not an in-meal conversation.

Dale's penetration was kept inside.

Already, with a bite now, Latina is teary-eyed and her forehead is firm with sweat. Even in that state, Dale had the desire to support the hard-working Latina.

Latina resolutely put the spoon in Chile again.

Indeed, sweet honey milk would be a soothing presence for tongues and mouths complaining of pain in spiciness.

- But it's a blade of blades.

Latina, a beginner of spicy objects, did not know that it could become a booster that would further double the spiciness afterwards.

Awesome. Stolen. I couldn't.

Latina left her spoon and drank the rest of the honey milk at once.

It was a defeat.

"... I knew it wouldn't work"

Kenneth, who showed up from the kitchen after a while, had a plate in both hands.

I placed it with Cottori in front of Latina. There, a large omelet was seated. There, based on the chilli now abandoned by Latina, is hung with an understated sauce with more vegetables.

"Dale, you didn't want Latina. Eat that."

"I knew you were going to do that from the start"

For the latina portion of the snack, the quantity was high. Kenneth didn't think Latina could finish her meal from the beginning, he said. The other plate was served with extra dishes for Dale and bread for two.

"Look, Latina, if you're with me every once in a while, you'll be fine"

"... Rich Eggs... Yummy"

"Well, good for you."

Still in tears Latina, with a gentle voice, eats.

On my favorite omelet, the slight tingling and degree of chili sauce Kennis made by identifying the taste of Latina was a very tasty one.

Still, to the obvious defeat, the soggy latina...

Still, I couldn't believe how cute she was. "Parents (Dale)" made me think.

- - As a result, Latina was able to confirm in the "Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion" how many times she tried hard objects.

But no one has witnessed that it has been overcome.

Her challenge still persisted.