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

Even at the busy peak of the day, Latina managed to survive.

Marcel's mother and one woman employed as a salesperson only during the day. It was such a rushed time when the three of us were turning with the addition of another who was originally on maternity leave. Exactly no match for veteran power, but on the first day, Latina would have worked pretty well, too.

"Are you tired?

"I'm tired, but I'm fine. It's a different job and it's kind of fun."

If Marcel's mother sounds worried about Latina cheeking the late lunch she took after the peak of noon, she replied so.

In a round loaf of bread, with plenty of cheese and smoked meat stuffed with less onion, she takes a bite and looks happy.

"Latina, since she was a little girl, doesn't look like she's eating really good."

Even though Marcel's mother said so and smiled, Latina replied with a smile.

The hours of "Bakery on the Back Street" end before sundown. Even if you are opening a store past the time to buy bread for dinner in the general household, the guests will not come, and it is dangerous on top of crime prevention. Above all, the next day the work is carried out early in the morning.

As she watches Marcel parent and child do the next day's planting, Latina speaks out a few questions as intolerable.

Of particular concern to her was the way in which the yeast was made and the use of bread seeds with it, also called the liver of baking.

Latina basically likes to 'learn new things'.

That's why, from The Bakery on the Back Street, on her way home, she was slightly upward in her feelings.

Her curiosity was greatly satisfied that she could not see the process of making bread by her side, although she could not do so with her hands. Not only that, but the customer service at Tiger Cat Pavilion was a very fresh experience, unlike the usual customer service.

Before it gets dark, I have to go home, and early tomorrow morning, I'm promised to show you how baking is going. Normally, I'm spinning night hours with Kenneth, but it looks like you should rest early today.

With that in mind, I come back to The Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion in the South Side.

I don't realize that a regular customer who sees her has a strangely awkward face or a bittersweet smile on her face, and I turn straight back.

"Kenneth, I'm just stuck."

"Ooh."

"You look busy. Do you want me to help you?

"No, the holidays are off. Keep it clear around there."

In the kitchen at the peak of his busy schedule, he was Latina, who said sorry to Kenneth, who struggled alone, but Kenneth responded with a smile.

Kenneth was relieved that Latina, who was so depressed, had returned with a much neater look.

The refreshment method and the fact that it's hard work makes me wonder how much I like my job, but cooking is a job and a hobby myself, so maybe it doesn't make a big difference.

"Do you want to eat dinner on the table?

"What about Theo? I'm bothering Rita... and I'll take care of Theo for the night."

"Then please. Theo keeps it at his mother-in-law's. It's time to come home."

For Kenneth, Rita's parents, step-parents, lived in a residential neighborhood in the South Side on the occasion that the young couple inherited the store.

Normally, I don't show up in the store, but when I don't have enough hands, I often ask them to keep Theo or help me with the business of the store's "Green God (Akdal) Outpost".

Vint was away today, too, so he left his son with a bunch of wolves. When this happened every day, Rita's mother's health did not reach her grandmother, so it was the only means she could ask for once in a while.

"Hey, man."

Theo, who came home some time later, ran over to Latina, not his father or his mother.

Without looking back, the grandson who sent me - my grandfather - is slightly puzzled by the appearance of his grandson who has gone to Latina.

"Theo, do you have a bath?

"Not yet."

"Well, bath before dinner."

Latina joins hands with Theo into the kitchen after she drops off her predecessors leaving.

"Oh, my God, no."

"No, I'll wash you, make yourself comfortable"

While I say that in my mouth, Theo is sweet to Latina. Couldn't be sweetened by 'I Love You' in the morning, he seemed willing to get his day back.

One hassle of work, Kenneth smiled bitterly at seeing his son like that.

Really my own son would be too 'sister and kid'. I just wonder if we could have a presence where our own parents spoil us like Latina for the tough part.

Nevertheless, just when Latina returned, the air, or ambient atmosphere, soothed. After all, her such innate temperament can be described as a difficult virtue.

Latina, when she brought Theo's change of clothes, headed to the bathroom behind her. At its feet, Theo still walks a little bit.

Theo, reluctant to have soap in his eyes and reluctant to wash his head, was a fuss when it came to Kenneth washing his head, etc. In the case of Rita, her mother, she is often severely scolded and semi-crying. In contrast, Latina seemed to have it done very well, in that the person in question would also honestly be washed by adults.

As a parent, it can be very easy.

"Hey."

"Theo, you took your clothes off by yourself. That's great."

"Eh heh."

The voices of Latina and Theo, heard from the back, could be said to be more amicable than their real sisters and brothers, which loosened Kennis's expression.

When I took Theo, who was in hot water, to the guest side of the Tiger Cat Pavilion, I saw Rita, who was busy working among the familiar guests.

"Rita, I'm home. I'm sorry you're off."

"Welcome home, Latina. It's okay. I have to make good moves once in a while."

Gotton and Rita, who put jocks in the guest seats, were a lot more messy than Latina's customer service, but the original customer service at this store was like that.

"Theo, I wonder if I could sit on the good boy"

"Me, Yiko (...)"

Hmm, letting Theo sit in the chair with his throat or face, Latina heads to the kitchen. I served the dishes that Kenneth prepared for me while bathing and went back to the store again.

Turn to Latina, who takes care of Theo, with a subtle, distorted, somewhat attentive smile by Gilvester, a regular.

"The lady is really good at taking care of the boy."

"Really?

To Zilvester's awkward look, she says nothing and Latina smiles. In the meantime, he also gave a subtle hand to Theo, who eats.

"Uh... Miss... I don't know..."

"Jill, you know..."

Looking hard to say, still blocking Zilvester from looking for words, Latina turned her smile into a troubled one.

"Wait, wait.... yet, hey... you know, I can't."

"Oh, oh..."

Eh heh, still Latina makes a smile.

Zilvester also heard about the backdrop of the 'catastrophe' he went to in this store last night. He himself was not in the store at that time, but the main topic of the store today was Dale's wolfing and impatience, and the absence of "Billboard Daughter".

Zilvester has always seen this girl, who has been watching from an early age, pointing her "love" emotions toward her own parents.

Against Dale, I can make fun of you as much as I want, but I'm very concerned about this girl.

It is terrifying to step on a mine and be disliked.

"See you later, I'll probably be able to (...) get back to normal, so I just need some time to sort it out"

"Lady..."

Zilvester sighed and changed his mind. Intentionally turning expressions and voices into bright ones.

"If you're in trouble, I can help you. There's something an old man like me can do."

"Yeah, thanks, Mr. Jill"

Latina's smile, to which she replied, was from the heart, reassuring Zilvester.

To the living room of the landlord's family, Latina, who went to lay Theo to sleep, gently left the room, anticipating that he would have a calm sleep.

Close the door without freshly making a sound so that it doesn't wake you up.

And it was time to look back.

I just ran into Dale, who came home from the get-go.

Latina turned her heels back, thinking she didn't go to the 'woods' today, seeing in an instant that it wasn't her usual outdoor gear.

Better than I thought I was, I still knew I wasn't ready for my heart.

I can't even look Dale in the face right now.

My heart beats in May. Hold your cheeks with both hands and you'll see they're getting hot. It will be red to the ear.

I even forgot to lurk my footsteps and ran up to the attic.

To her actions like that,

(Not even his face... not even his face, he said he wouldn't look decent... rebellious period is what he is...)

Disappointed, powerless, and sweating Dale from his eyes, he never noticed.