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

"Is that it, Rudy?"

"If you say so, you're from Latina, right? Why are you here at Marcel's?"

Latina had such a conversation with her childhood friend when she worked at The Bakery on the Back Street, past noon on the second day.

It was time for the store to breathe a sigh of relief after peak busyness.

To Rudolph's question, Latina laughs like she's in trouble. I remembered that 'catastrophe' in that look on her face, and he swam his gaze casually.

And as I took it and put it on, I'll give you a reason why I came here.

"Oh, I am. I was asked to do it by the people above. It's going to be a snack. Bring it."

He was ordered by his superiors in the gendarmerie to go shopping in the name of this shop. I don't pinch my mouth or listen back to the orders above because it's basically a society in which the relationship between up and down has been tapped into. That's where he works.

"I'm still unfamiliar, so it'll take a little while. A lot."

"That's what it is."

Latina starts preparing bread as she hears Rudolph answer that.

Take out the number of pieces of bread in the order and put the knife in the side. The tendency to apply butter mixed with mustard is probably the result of brushing the cooking arm all the way from an early age.

"Is there some kind of equipment you don't like?

"I can't care less about that, that's fine."

"Oh well."

Arrange the sliced smoked meat on top of the plenty of vegetables. In an instant, a delicious sandwich will be completed to see.

Seeing as there are many orders, Marcel's mother, who came out to help, starts nudging it into thin paper that she can do. At the same time confirming it, Latina returns to the task of pinching the material again.

"... this... Rudy, can you take it alone?

The sandwich, completed some time later, is piled to the point where Latina tilts her neck.

"Ugh..."

"... do you want me to help?

"Well, it's all right, about this. Latina's the one with the store number. Don't tell him to leave easily."

"Right, be careful, Rudy."

By a bag with tons of sandwiches, Latina drops off Rudolph with his hands blocked open.

I watched him head to the gendarmerie's stuffing for a while worrying, but there was nothing more I could do, Latina went back inside the store.

- - Rudolph's afternoon training, which Latina said he offered to help, turned it down, was strangely harsh.

The old man in the upper part, who was energized by a sandwich made by his temporary billboard daughter, was very healthy.

- - Rudolph's afternoon training should still have been harsh, even if Latina had helped carry him and visited the crate with Rudolph, by the old men who tend to show her what they look like differently than 'usually (drunk)'.

Either way, it is tragic.

After finishing her work at "Bakery on the Back Street," Latina headed to Chloe's house.

Latina, dressed for a new piece at Chloe's on the night festival day, keeps the clothes she wore until then at Chloe's house. So did all the cosmetic tools I received.

Even though I know I have to pick it up, I'm a little heavily concerned.

In support of such a hunch, Chloe, who welcomed Latina, dropped her shoulder with a loud sigh on the night festival day when she heard what had happened after that break up.

Shit. And drop a knife on the top of Latina's head.

"Ouch."

"Latina's a real, smart crack, weird place. You're an idiot."

"So, but hey..."

"But it's not."

Again, shh. And the knife fell.

Her best friend never moved at all, even in the gray eyes moistened by the shock.

"Why did you say that?"

Chloe was struck by her "confession", which was "called to rebellion" by the "guardian". Various, not enough important words.

"Because..."

To the voice of his frightened best friend, Latina looks down in a soggy manner. But I never held my mouth. Talk about the upside of the pot and the upside of things.

"'I love it' cause 'Words' always said a lot... so I thought I'd pass on 'Other Words'..."

That's why Latina told Dale then, 'I don't think he's replacing his father'.

For himself, he's one of my favorite 'men'.

I thought I'd tell him that it was by no means dear to the 'father'.

"Yet I didn't think you'd suspect 'I love'..."

Dale's reaction to hearing his own words was to 'Our Rejection of Everything About Him'.

Dale also questioned there (...) when he said he thought the word 'love', which he had told many times before, was unshakable in himself.

She was too shocked to say two words, and she was also caught in a great mess.

"'No' also means that 'So, I love you' should go on... head, white... I don't know what to say... I don't know anymore..."

Sombo. And looking down was a good look from an early age.

"So... why have you been stubborn ever since?"

"Huh..."

To the pursuit of Chloe without loosening, Latina looked down. It was about time she raised her gaze and looked like she was about to cry.

"Then... even myself, I don't know anymore..."

"Huh?"

"Deciding to confess... Dale and I wanted to be a different 'relationship', and that was supposed to be 'true'... but..."

With a suppressed, never loud voice, and still as if he was shouting his mind length, Latina told her best friend what she meant.

"I was so relieved that Dale didn't notice the 'confession'..."

"Latina......?

"With" As It Was "... with" As It Ever Was, "I was relieved to be there... as Sylvia told me, but the truth is, more than that... I wanted to be" As It Is "with Dale, 'cause I realized..."

For Latina, Dale's "In Arms" was "the safest place in the world".

Ever since that time when you saved me and held me up, that I was about to lose everything and even give up my own life, I have been.

A warm 'place' that always supported me, both when I was lonely and in my misery. It was a 'place' where she held me in a gentle voice saying it was okay, both when it was hard and when I couldn't stop crying.

Dale will always take care of himself.

He would hug me with both of those arms and gently stroke me with warm palms.

If I am, 'My Lovely One'.

If Dale had a girlfriend, married and had a family, he wouldn't abandon himself. Because I know more than anyone that he is a very kind and loving one.

- But if I'm no longer "My Lovely One" -

Dale doesn't originally think of himself as' heterosexual '. Because the self in him still remains a' little girl '.

But that's not all, and for Dale, I may not be the subject of 'romantic feelings'.

Because I don't have the adulthood, calm, or the appearance of attracting men, like I've seen before in "Work Companion (Female)."

If it was at least the same 'human race', it would have been good.

Just because he's the same 'human race' makes all the women around him seem 'better' than they are.

I count all the things I don't have.

Even if I confess my love to myself like that, I might just get Dale in trouble. And -- and as a result, if "relationship" turns out to be too different than before --

If Dale 'rejected' me.

I lose the only place where I can "feel safe" and go home.

It was, for Latina, an imagination of nothing but fear.

Unaware of the "confession," it was the sincerity that sank and the shame so much that I could no longer see my face.

Still, at the same time, it was the undisputed 'heart' that appeased me.

"So... I just needed a little time. Keep a little distance from Dale, sorry, already, because it's the way it always is, until it gets funny..."

I wanted to convey my thoughts, my desire to change my relationship, and if I didn't, my desire to softly remain in my current relationship, was both from the depths of my heart.

Sylvia pointed me out and realized that my "heart" made me aware of all kinds of conflicting emotions at the same time.

Latina's disturbed mind could not help herself.

"I need some more time..."

Until I can come up with an answer to what I want to do.