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

That's why he didn't like it, and Kennis was sweating disgustingly on his back.

We should have chased him as hard as we could and caught him. Mistaken judgment at a critical juncture came after a long time of retirement from active duty.

I think so. Before Kenneth, there's Latina.

"... why... I couldn't tell you that I was going so, so suddenly... there you go... I couldn't tell you..."

Latina, with a bright blue face and a grunt, was seeping tears into Kenneth's eyes looking up.

Dale traveled to Wang Du for work. The result of telling the story was the state of this Latina.

"I guess Dale has an idea, too. Suddenly summoned...... I guess. He said to say hello to Latina."

"... why didn't you tell me, directly?

There's no way I can tell you the real reason. After understanding Latina's true intentions, when it comes to escaping, I can only predict extra obstinacy. I couldn't come up with a good word for what to say. The amount of Kennis sweat increased.

"Because I was away from Dale? Because it was my fault?... because I couldn't be a 'good boy' properly...?

Even though there was a nonsense that I was distancing myself from him, Latina, who blamed herself for it and whined with a trembling voice, looked too painful.

No matter how much I deny it, it won't reach Latina.

Since she was a young girl, Kenneth knows that her own words are not enough to move this child in a real way.

In the meantime, Kenneth had a curse in his heart against Dale, who had struck 'the worst' hand. On the boulder, there were no words to follow.

"... at Marcel's... I'm coming, my word to this day, so..."

Even though she was so pale that she was about to fall, Latina said so and went out without breakfast.

As Kenneth dropped her off, he held his head about how he should tell his wife what Dale did with this further vice.

Obviously, she doesn't bring it to work, even if she asks how it is. Latina, who serves customers at the "Bakery on the Back Street," smiled and worked "as usual".

Still, Marcel, a long-time dater, soon noticed Latina's malaise.

The moment I stopped my hand just a little, he sighed. She changes her mind by eating and tying her teeth to her moisturized eyes.

These days, it was better to delude the sentiment of loneliness, the way she looked when she was' leaving a message '.

Still, it's rare to be so depressed. When I was wondering what to do, a childhood friend came to the store who was a recent "regular" - perhaps for a limited time.

"... what's going on, Latina?

Rudolph also spotted Latina's malaise at a glance.

Latina still makes her childhood friends smile.

"It's okay. Because it's nothing.... Is it good as usual?

"You don't mean it's nothing. You look terribly pale."

"Because it's nothing!

I'm upset that I'm feeling strong. I smiled and softened my voice as if trying to fix it. But even that was a painful attitude if we tried him as a childhood friend for many years.

"... I'm sorry, Rudy. It's really nothing. It's okay."

(Oh, "I'm leaving a message")

and Rudolph gives an idea of the reasons for her condition. It's a 'state' where she usually enjoys every day with all her heart, shrinking her willingness and everything and pulling her back.

Ever since I was a kid, I've always been, so I can tell right away.

Even though Chloe and others were half-forced to pull me out, my mind was not here and so on, I was immediately looking down. It's good to say it's already a good memory that I can't watch it, and it's turned out a little bit more than usual.

- - Even when there is nothing, it is likely that you were making fun of it, but can't you even help it? I think so.

'Cause it moisturizes these big gray eyes a little bit, and it looks at me. I inflate my reddish cheeks a little and even my complaining voice is adorable. At least, only in the meantime, he sees only one of himself, not the other friends.

Because he was young, he was a manifestation of pure exclusivity.

Now I make a sandwich thoroughly, I suddenly try to pick Latina's cheek and think about what she would look like.

First of all, you'll definitely be angry.

Still, if you would forget the depressed 'feelings now' even for a moment, wouldn't that be good too? - With that in mind, Rudolph silently waited for the sandwich he ordered to be completed.

Latina gave a surprised voice when she finished her job at the "Bakery on the Back Street" and greeted her for a short period of about a week but was looked after and left the store.

"Rudy?"

"Mmm."

A childhood friend in private clothes was outside, not a gendarmerie uniform.

"What's going on? Marcel would be inside."

"I've been waiting for Latina"

"I?"

"I'll take you there."

"Huh?

To Rudolph's words, Latina leans her neck strangely.

"Why? The road, you know?

He said he wasn't worried about getting lost.

Rudolph with a shy face, but he can't do this natural daughter's childhood friend, even if he's snagging around in that position.

"You look really pale. I can't move along the way. But it's gonna be tough. There are still quite a few people who come from the room because of the Night Festival."

Rudolph told his boss about Latina's malaise as a consistency of the chat after delivering the snacks he bought into the stuffing. Rudolph also knows very well that she is being loved by her bosses, who are regular guests at the Tiger Cat Pavilion.

And as a result of telling him that the cause of the "malaise" would be the absence of the "guardian," he was able to make a flow of why he was sending his ill childhood friends away to avoid giving them a gap that would go into the unclean ones.

There was no reason to say no, so there was no way to do it if it was an "order" and Rudolph visited the "bakery on the back street" again.

"... do I look so sick?

"The usual Latina looks better in the weather."

"Noh...?

"Poop, you're nicotine."

"Rudy, I thought I was getting a little grown up, but being mean hasn't changed..."

Pussy. And the swollen Latina, depending on the height of her emotions, was even a little more vibrant in her expression.

Rudolph talks even less without putting relief on the table.

"Latina, you can't help wearing a cat."

Rudolph, too, is quite concerned about his boss. If I accidentally talk to him at the mouth or something, I get a lot of trouble. It is a sign of the name "Instruction".

It was literally "Hell's Training," which saw him die several times, but the temple of "The Blue God (Neely)" is nearby, and within the gendarmerie belongs a wizard who can handle restorative magic. From "Hell," there was a whole system in place to pull back firmly.

"Gendarmerie work, tough?

"Because the work of the Regular Corps has just begun. Just remember to do the best you can. The training has been tough since we were in the reserve... I guess we're used to it."

"... you're trying, Rudy"

"... even Latina is working hard"

Yes, Rudolph said, Latina looked strange once again.

"Are you trying?

"Oh."

Latina's expression loosens just a little. Whoever they are, it is a pleasure to be praised and recognized for their efforts.

"Thanks, Rudy"

Yes, Latina, smiling just a little, never noticed Rudolph's repeated behavior of cutting back and shaking along the way as he tried to reach out to hold her hand.