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

Beginning in the morning, in the corner of The Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion, there was a bitter air of despair.

The usual breakfast scenery that has been repeated every day.

- But there was no such thing as a girl who was always smiling.

A toddler (Theo) who still doesn't know how to read the air decides the heartbreak dail lightly.

"Hey, what?

Surprised, Teo, who wouldn't stop worrying about the bouncing Dale, looked up at her mother and pointed her mouth in disgust. If you try him, this state of affairs without 'my favorite sister' is an 'anomaly'. The doubt was natural.

Rita with a smile answers that.

"Latina's off for a while."

"Why?

"Anything."

"What about Vee?

"Speaking of which, you haven't seen him since yesterday. Maybe he's going out to see you.

Vint's fluttering and going outside (somewhere) was something he didn't really care about because it was a common percentage. I guess even the depression that got me in the way of Latina went to clear up.

Have breakfast with me. This has been Dale's and Latina's 'natural' so far. I couldn't do that when Dale was away at work, but I always did that when I wasn't.

Yet by the time I woke up and went downstairs this morning, Latina was already not in the Tiger Cat Pavilion.

When I went to bed at night, Dale convinced herself in tears that she had no choice because she was an old girl. But I never thought Latina would be there until the breakfast table, which was supposed to be 'natural'.

"You know what?

Every time Theo repeated it, Dale's expression distorted into subtle heels, but Rita's "smile" didn't shake.

While busily killed by a doubling workload without a worker's assistant, Kennis was reiterating that his daughter-in-law should not be pissed off after all.

Latina was in a shop called "Bakery on the Back Street", a childhood home.

"We're helpful, but are you sure?

"Yeah. Kenneth also told me that it would be nice to come and teach me how to make bread because it's a corner opportunity. Marcel, you said you weren't staffed enough, so maybe not, but I came to ask you... sorry early in the morning"

Freshly baked bread is served at breakfast time in each house, and the store opens very quickly.

In the store filled with the good smell of freshly baked bread, Latina smiles at her friend's family as she crosses into the people's breakfast table at the store.

Yesterday today, Latina didn't have the courage to see Dale's face. Dale doesn't see his words as' confessions', but he still hasn't organized his mind, including the embarrassment of waving his squeezed courage.

Rita and Kennis allowed me to take a break from 'Tiger Cat Pavilion' work if I put aside time. If I was blurry in the room though, I'd think of something extra. Besides, if you were inside that store, you'd really be face-to-face with Dale.

When I thought about what to do, I remembered a word my friend gave me.

And she came to visit me in the morning because she didn't want to. Kenneth has been consulted before leaving the Tiger Cat Pavilion properly. He would also say well to Dale from Kennis.

Even though childbirth is a difficult task, ordinary people cannot be absent from work for long periods of time. Because there is no welfare system, it is necessary to earn a living.

Therefore, even Marcel's "Bakery on the Back Street" cannot easily cover the vacancy of one person who is currently on leave for childbirth and its passage with a new hire. Latina's offer was a thankful story to them too.

"Well, for a short time, thank you."

Above all, Latina's smile, forged over the years in business, was a very likable one.

'Bread' in this country is a staple food.

There are many types of bread handled by Marcel's house, The Bakery on the Back Street, but most of them are what we should call meal bread.

shape, the formulation of powder, which is an ingredient, and the type of flavorful seed applied to the surface. That kind of difference made a lot of different kinds.

There are dried fruits and spices in the dough, for example, but the kind called confectionery bread or cooking bread is basically not handled.

The other day, during the "Night Festival", I only handled the items that pinched the ingredients I was selling at lunch. Many women work in this' East Side ', including as shops and craftsmen. There was also a lot of demand for snacks.

"Baked sweets later. Until I remember the price of it all, I think it's going to take a while..."

"Hmm? I'm fine. I've been to this store many times. I remember."

Once again, Marcel, who was describing the products in the store, when he heard Latina's response, clogged the words for a moment. But soon, I remembered how extraordinary my friend was, and I remembered that too.

If I had done this girl's friend for many years, the way I split it around it would have worked.

"And calculations... Latina wouldn't be a problem."

"'Tiger Cat Pavilion', but they're letting me handle the money."

The response was that she could be considered an immediate force in the sales business.

"Welcome"

"Oh, you're a daughter I don't see. Is that the new clerk?

"I'm going to be in there for a while to help. Nice to meet you. What can I do for you?

The old woman who entered the store seemed surprised at how unfamiliar Latina looked, but smiled as if she had been caught smiling.

"I always do this."

"Really? Thank you for everything."

Put the bread the old woman pointed at in a bag, offer it, and take the coin.

"Is it as good as you, Marcel?

"Marcel and I were together in the school building."

Even in the sort of words the old woman explores, it doesn't move at all, and Latina smiles back.

For such an exchange, it can be Marcel who has the job of bringing freshly baked bread to the store.

If such fragments of rumors arrive under Parents (Dale) or Childhood Friends (Rudy), you are in danger.

It's just the staple food, and the majority of people decide 'the usual shop'. Every once in a while, even if I am tempted to try something from another store, 'the flavour I eat every day' is determined by each.

As a result, a large number of visitors to this store are also regular customers.

After the morning peak, the next time I get busy is still at lunch.

Until then, Latina will not be blurred just because her hands are free. Do what you can to clean the area around the store.

Sometimes I just use the East Side as a playground from a young age, and friends I see pass by. But there are still many who do not know her.

To some extent it was within expectations, but there was a subtle increase in male visitors to the store for the first time while she was cleaning.

Latina looked with interest at a series of tasks such as approaching noon and molding and baking new bread.

Sometimes it was just her first day, and she wasn't allowed to enter the workplace, but after years as Kenneth's assistant, she also didn't forget that Marcel's father would work primarily and Marcel would enter the auxiliary - to check their distance and flow lines like that.

I don't need a salary, so I want you to tell me the basics of baking. - - Latina asked her friend for such a girlfriend's wish.

Technologies such as' making bread 'may also be referred to as a kind of trade secret. I don't care who he is. It's not like he's teaching.

Still, Marcel put such Latina's wishes through her parents, probably because once, in the 'school building' days, she was listening.

Marcel had heard that in her hometown, "Vasilio," there was no culture of eating bread. Latina had her first bread when she came to Larbando.

"A Country Without Bread" - There is a world for me that I have never thought about or could not imagine.

And my own friend said she was a girl born in such a completely different 'country'.

The boy thought, wanting to give an answer to the question that Latina had, "How can bread be done?"