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

On the first day he was drunk and again exposed to the ugliness of taking care of Latina's 'detoxification' spell, but without turning to it, he also visited the 'Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion' the following day.

The young adventurers, who are after Tiger Sight and Opportunity to see if they can get close to the Billboard Daughter in the gap of 'Parents' absence, are clearly hostile to Rudolph, who is strangely close to their idyllic latina.

Latina had a strange look at the ambience somewhere giddy.

"The one around you, even in a fight?

"No. I'm not."

"Phew... if anything happens, tell me"

Rudolph today, having such a conversation with Latina, carries sweet fruit liquor into his mouth.

In other stores, it was something that women might like, like being laughed at as "children," but it was one of the most popular menus in "Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion."

The reason was very simple, because it was a menu planted by Billboard Daughter. Such a latina seemed to suck at alcohol (alcohol), not to mention the flavor, and it was confirmed that she was licking half of it in a small glass and turning bright red. Taste it, too, they're boring.

"Lady, you're close to that boy."

A regular Zilvester, realizing how Latina talks to Rudolph, speaks out. Latina tilted her neck slightly and approached his table, answering as if nothing had happened.

"You know Jill, too, don't you? Rudy used to come here a lot. I'm a gendarme now."

"... Miss, you know..."

"After the apprenticeship period, he started coming to the Tiger Cat Pavilion."

Without behind anything, to Latina, who said so and laughed, Zilvester responded with a subtle smile.

"Lady, I can't even tell you about him (...)..."

Seeing her back, the sighing Zilvester whine was directed into the glass so that she could not hear her surroundings.

Even though the surroundings noticed Rudolph's emotions clearly that way, rubbing his mind or jealousy, Latina at the time was waving her bluntness all around her.

Some people mocked Rudolph for it, but it was too clear and even invited sympathy.

Nevertheless, Rudolph continued his Japanese ginseng to the Tiger Cat Pavilion without turning a blind eye.

Such bluntness on the part of his childhood friend girl is also challenging on understanding.

There was no snagging to this extent.

And in the process he realized.

That Latina's relationship with Dale had become subtle since the "Night Festival Catastrophe". And while the relationship has never been revamped, Dale is currently away for work.

- To those things.

Rudolph knew who Latina had been looking at.

My friends knew very well that it was Latina, who was smaller than her companions, from appearance and tone, who looked younger, but who was more adult in its fruit, in its spirit, than any of their companions.

They also knew that the favor she would give to Dale, who was' heterosexual ', even if she was a' guardian ', was something she should call' love ', even though she was young.

Latina has never told her friends about Dale as a 'substitute for her parents'.

Smart from an early age, she talks happily about 'Dale' as the 'one she loves', having understood that he is her guardian and 'guardian'.

And I've been chasing that back all my life.

Even if I couldn't narrow the age difference, I wanted to be an 'adult' sooner, so that I could be treated as an 'adult', doing more chores and work than I was old enough. There are sexual roots to being a worker, but more than that, she always wanted to stand next to him, stretching her back.

Rudolph knew that.

That was because the 'back' he chases was also the 'same thing' because he knew that Latina's thinker was Dale.

A big distant 'back' that never arrives easily, whether you chase it or stretch out your back. Still, I have worked desperately hard to hone myself and build strength for the sake of 'thoughts' that I can't give up. I received a lot of evaluation around me, and even though it was acknowledged, I was further encouraged that it was not enough.

So Rudolph, more than anyone else, was aware of Latina's 'thoughts'.

Because my "thoughts" and Latina's "thoughts" -- the time I've spent chasing them -- were different but "close."

Rudolph sighs deeply after putting his thoughts around him like that.

(... Whatever you think, I feel like I only have a chance right now...)

I swallowed up the sigh about to leak again to the conclusion I reached there no matter how many times I thought about it.

(Totally 'back' to my regular latina et al... I don't feel I have a chance to say it...)

The absence of the 'guardian' is also a few days past and Latina appears to be returning to 'normal' at first sight. But from Rudolph's eyes, he still seemed to be imposing somewhere.

It was also a long time ago that I realized that what I feel about 'him' that could depress her that way was jealousy.

Rudolph waits even longer as he drops his gaze on the contents of the glass.

The hustle and bustle around him would go far, but still his own ears, unconsciously, were picking up Latina's voice.

(clinging to weakness... I can't believe you said that... right)

I'm not in a position to be dressed and saying that Latina can't keep up with the weak gap.

My terms are not sweet enough to be saying that.

It is in the heart of 'Battlefield' to use any opportunity.

(If I could give up while I'm at it... I haven't done it this way in years)

Night Festival of the Red God (Ahmal). I was dazzled by the desperate voice that Latina dyed red to her ears, pressing and killing a faint tremor.

To the envy of being able to turn that voice and expression and the despair of having my 'thoughts' over without doing anything.

That is why we must not miss this time now and lose the opportunity that has been given to us once again by Misumi.

In the midst of 'Parents' watching, I'm too scared of boulders to even feel like I can.

In case your chances are only now that Latina is weak.

In the monologue, with a rather pitiful dialogue, if Rudolph raised his face with the expression of determination, there was, at a surprisingly close distance, Latina's face.

Surprised, I'm about to drop a glass and rush to put it on the table. Chattering, the noisy noise that showed his mood sounded small.

"What's wrong, Rudy? You look like a tough guy. Trouble?"

He clouds his neat, adorable face worryingly, staring straight at him without fear with his big gray eyes.

A trick that hasn't changed since childhood.

It was the same distance as at an early age when heterosexuals were indifferent to their preferences and desires.

Latina doesn't even realize how much she stirs herself up when she smiles defenselessly, with a little bit of closeness she can touch.

"Rudy?"

He asks me over and over again. Gokuri rattled his throat loudly and swallowed the unexpected tension as well.

Without realizing how Rudolph looked, Latina turned her gaze to the glass Rudolph had once placed a loud noise. The fact that its contents are almost empty gives me a happy look.

"Rudy, you drink that a lot, don't you? What do you say? Delicious? Or do you think a little less sweet would be better?

"Oh. I think this would be a good idea."

Rudolph responds with a slight push to Latina's concern about the menu she is entrusted with.

Upon hearing his reply, Latina smiled with no worries, as she blossomed.

Honestly, sweetie, the moment I thought - - Rudolph forgot the annoyance he had earlier.

All that remained was determination, similar to the obsessive-compulsive notion of really simple language and regret if you don't say it.

"Latina."

"What?"

"I like it."

"Huh?"

Latina blinked her eyes wide open so that she could not understand the meaning of the words briefly told.

I'm here to see Latina.

"... Huh?

"I've always liked Latina.... because that's all"

"Huh..."

Rudolph took his seat when he said so much, unable to look directly at Latina's face, who replied with a strange voice.

The moment Rudolph walked out the door, from inside the store, there was a huge, loud noise, like flipping a table. But Rudolph, who was filled with the sound of his blinking heart, never noticed it.