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

Starting the next day, Latina, who returned to her work for the 'Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion', looked, on the face of it, a lot like she had brought it back together.

But during her usual 'voicemail', she was back in her room last night accompanied by Vint, while still being lonely, spending time alone in the attic. Still, Kenneth and the others didn't say anything. If at all, you are healed by the plumage of others, you should.

Vint, who can make Latina feel better than usual, was in a pretty good mood, aside from how she sank.

I was so busy that Latina came back to and from the store - the look on the faces of the regular visitors to the store for breakfast today was brightened by a 20% increase.

This evening, Kenneth saw how the customer was going to be busy enough to get back this past week, and decided to increase the amount of planting.

Without trying, as Latina wished, she would not have time to think about anything extra and would be busy working.

Inevitably, the amount of daytime work also increases. Sometimes Rita is pregnant, and Kenneth has accumulated various jobs that she couldn't reach by herself. Latina and I will clean it up by ourselves, including purchasing, buying out equipment, laundry linens, etc.

Dale wasn't the only one who enjoyed Latina's absence.

Kenneth, too, was once supposed to be doing this for two couples, but she wondered if it was this hard. It was to be painful how much the 'apprentice', who worked perfectly and breathlessly, had helped him in his work.

I don't think Dale got away with it being a stupid act.

Nevertheless, Kennis thought that 'disciples' also needed time to cool their heads. I just did it the wrong way. Maybe by now, somewhere on the move, you'll have your head on what you've done.

(Latina should have said a little more about me and said she didn't like being lonely.)

To her, who was patient and a good child, the 'adults' around her, unknowingly, seemed to rely on her.

Kenneth thought that he had something to reflect on, and he couldn't rest his work.

As Kennis predicted, that night's "Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion" was the beginning and the end of the night when guests began to come in and "usual time", when the liquor store earned money, was filled up, but even guests who didn't mind standing and drinking.

Latina couldn't make it alone and Rita ended up on the floor. Vint came back again, so it was also helpful to have Theo's "go-to".

Hear orders flying simultaneously from multiple sources and grasp them in an instant without asking back. I remember not only the table, but also the face of the guests, so there is no wrong place to carry the food. The time needed to calculate the change is also instant and he responds with a pleasant smile.

Latina is such a 'billboard daughter'. It was a crowd because she was there, but without her, it was an impossible workload.

"Rita, I have a baby, and don't push it too hard. I can handle this alone."

"I'm not going to be able to do it, because I haven't done it since the beginning. Latina shouldn't try too hard to say that."

"It's gonna be okay."

"If you think you're impotent, I'll force you to take the day off with the owner's authority."

"It's okay! I won't force you."

For Latina, who is a bit of a work addict, the obnoxious' vacation 'was never appreciated.

Latina shakes her head big, probably in a hurry, to Rita's words.

"Really, I'm trying too hard."

Rita looked frightened as she followed with her eyes the appearance of the girl turning once again on her early feet.

At that time, Latina smiled reflexively at the signs of a new visitor, returning her expression to the vegan one.

"There you are... Rudy?

"Ooh... ooh"

A little awkward, Rudolph looks around the store with Kyolo Kyolo. He seemed swallowed by the crowded store.

"What's going on?

"... I don't know why you're coming to the tavern, booze or rice"

I happened to hear his reply, and a few gendarmes (goodwill) gave me a warm look. It is a well-known fact that his aim is neither of them.

"Really? It's crowded right now... seats are empty."

- - "Other than the person in charge", a note is required. Latina responded to her childhood friend with a troubled face while floating the text behind her surrounding brain.

"I don't care, come here"

That's where one of the regular people calls me.

Latina had a somewhat relieved look, but Rudolph's spine was stretched to the point of slight opposition.

"I want to."

Latina smiles at the Lord of her voice in some awkward tone from an early age.

"Is it okay if I'm in your seat?

"I'm not even the one you don't know. Let him sit here."

"Thanks"

For Latina, the magnificent man who brings together a wing of the Kreutz rough 'gendarmerie' is also only one of the good old ladies willing to adore herself from an early age.

But for Rudolph, it's not a story.

Top of the organization, above the clouds, for apprentice cadets who are at the bottom of the organization. Besides, Faceko, who surrounds his seat with him, are also those in the upper echelons of strength and position in the gendarmerie.

Surrounding the table together doesn't make me feel like things go through my throat.

Try the old ladies, they were in a state of mind to the extent that they caught an interesting toy. Besides, if you keep "Childhood Friend (Here)" by your side, "Billboard Daughter", who is busier than usual, will also come to this table more often.

With that intention, the boy was retained at one of the leading 'horrible tables' in the store.

"Rudy, what are you going to do?

"Er..."

"Hey Schmidt. I won't shy away. Here, swallow."

"Huh!? Ha!"

"It's only half a serving, let's start from here."

"Ha!"

Latina, who saw her childhood friend receiving more or less of the liquor poured in the cup she was given, turned herself into the kitchen in a hurry. In that situation, they'll crush you in no time. When I grabbed the large glass, I poured the water.

There is no such thing as powerhalla or the concept of alhalla. What "above" said has to be considered in a dark grey position, even if the white does not turn black. Society is irrational.

The drinking of 'children' is basically considered unavailable, but then we face the question of what makes them 'adults'?

In Larband countries, the guideline is basically 18 years of age to be treated as an adult. But there are also cultural areas that are treated as adults at the age of 15, like Dale's hometown of Tislow. Therefore, age is not a uniform criterion.

It is only a kind of guideline, generally at that age, to take up a job, to become independent and to reach the right age for marriage for both men and women.

The vast majority of children in Kreutz who have completed their elementary studies each take up their jobs with the body of lower work. After that period of 'apprenticeship', for now, when it began to become a state of 'one serving', it began to be treated in the name of 'adulthood'.

Those who earn their own money and earn their own independent lives, if they are within the bounds of 'common sense', then their actions are also within the bounds of their own responsibility.

Rudolph, who was recognized as a member of the general service in the gendarmerie, and even around the same age, the 'young' who are making requests as adventurers, eat and drink, including drinking, in the 'Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion', are no reason to blame.

Nevertheless, Rudolph, who was still young, could not accept strong alcohol without shards, as recommended by his hundred warrior old ladies, considerations of swallowability, etc., and after carrying the glass into his mouth, he choked heavily.

"Huh!"

The old ladies who had once been baptized responded to Rudolph, who could choke with tears, by laughing.

"Are you okay, Rudy?"

There, Latina, who brought the water, rushes over in a hurry. Rub his back and cast a quick, simplified 'detoxification' spell.

"You can't drink it the way you can. It's not safe."

When Rudolph drinks the water, Latina wrinkles a little between her eyebrows to see the regulars around her.

"I want to go out of my way."

"Oh, that's scary"

Where Latina let it be awesome, unfortunately, it was only to please the grandmothers.

And by playing "Childhood Friend", I was supposed to demonstrate that the gentle "Billboard Daughter" of the sexual roots would come to see how she was worried.

It is a palm.

Because, from an early age, Latina, who grew up surrounded by drunken grandmothers, was somewhat objectified because she also understood that the creature "drunk" did not make sense.

Because the old ladies knew it, they knew to this extent that she would not hate it, so there was no hesitation around it.