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

Turn your gaze to the signs of a new guest and speak out reflexively.

"Welcome..."

When he realized that his opponent was in a way a 'waiter', Latina put her strength into her hand holding the basin so that she wouldn't drop it this time.

"... Rudy"

"... hey"

It may also have been a situation yesterday, today, where all the human interests in the store are directed at girls and boys who respond to each other rather than to each other.

After returning from Chloe's house, Latina honestly talked to Kenneth about last night.

Confessed by a childhood friend, and upset by it, he also told me that he was out of shape, once again apologizing for many of his failures since yesterday.

"... I think Rudy will be here again today. Can I talk to you a little out of work there?

"... ok. Speak up then."

Kennis pressed and killed the sigh and answered yes. I can't predict how those customers (drunk) would react on the day they told her "story" in the store. At least, you can't let the other boy's heartbreak be the kind of traumatic matter that will keep him deciding.

Somehow "opponent" is a "special frame" person who is also close to her: "childhood friend".

(Finally, here he is)

With that thought, Kenneth seemed to sigh in a row.

Until now, around Latina, there had been no flock of young men in her favor because 'the guardians' were giving them a stare, while there was also an 'no running out' air between them.

That's what 'the first one' appeared, and it will collapse in the future.

(Before this happens, I wanted Dale to be clear...)

The most 'activated' people who think of Latina are when Dale is away.

What line should I keep Latina from staying young to in the future? From where, her 'experience', should I leave it to her?

While Dale was away, Kennis, Latina's biggest rear shield, the "Master," was also now conscious of standing on the crossroads.

Invite Rudolph to the back of the store, from the kitchen to go there.

It was like a backyard where Theo and Vinto always played. There was something like a sense of life that wasn't on the front of the store.

So Latina cut out the words without a scratch.

"You know... you know, Rudy... yesterday's..."

"... oops"

"I was surprised. I didn't realize."

"... I know. Because I knew Latina had never seen me like that."

…………

"I know who Latina's been looking at. So I wasn't expecting you to reply.... but just how you feel, let me tell you. Yeah, I thought."

"Rudy......"

Latina dyed her cheeks in embarrassment, a little upbeat, and, although he had anticipated it, she uttered the words' I least wanted to hear '.

"Sorry, Rudy..."

"... right"

Even a plundered voice would have been able to answer because that was to some extent the 'knew' answer.

"Sorry, I, I like Dale"

"... I know"

"Dale still treats me like a child, and I can't even give up on him."

"... I know"

"So sorry. I... I can only answer that to Rudy's feelings. But"

A little, a little. Latina turns to Rudolph with a slightly unusual, somewhat seductive smile.

"Thank you, Rudy.... about me, like me... thanks"

The cheerful face, the moist eyes, the sweet and gentle voice - what Latina now floats was what Latina looked like: 'I wanted her to turn to me'.

So Rudolph could only have had a little more 'hard work' nerve.

"I can't give up because I'm the same."

That's what I say, I look straight into Latina's eyes.

I'm probably losing to Latina and she's red. I'm aware, but I didn't make her voice tremble.

"Rudy......?

"Maybe who Latina likes. I also know that Latina hasn't been dealt with yet... because I'm going to wait until it's time for Latina to give up."

"... eh"

"If you remember me then, it's good"

Hiraki, and, reflecting the lights in the store, I can see the light on Rudolph's chest.

There's no way she doesn't know what that is.

being who was once a part of herself. She finally understood why he would have it, too.

Extending his thin finger and touching 'it', Rudolph stretched his body, frightened that the distance was closer.

"Thanks, Rudy"

Put gratitude and joy into 'a part of who I was'.

"I'm sorry. But thank you so much..."

- - Even as her fingers broke apart, there were signs that for some reason she had been left stuffed.

Rudolph sat with his back against the wall as he sloppily dropped off Latina returning inside the 'Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion'.

"... Huh!

Voices, swallow.

Even though I know the words that Latina would tell me, it can't be painful. It can't be painful.

Still, I don't regret communicating my thoughts. From "Just a Childhood Friend," you just made me aware that I was "heterosexual," which is good as it is. - Yeah, I'll tell myself.

In front of Latina, he continued to develop a vanity.

I managed to do that.

In front of her I like, I don't want to look pitiful. I don't want to lose to the 'back' I want to chase. Dressing up was the best Rudolph could do.

"Are we good now?

"Yeah."

Back in the kitchen, Kenneth seems worried, he calls out. Latina replied, nodding to it.

Latina looks a lot neater and is getting her calm back. Before I stubbornly had a relationship with Dale, it looked like I was back at her.

The way you do your job, the shameless smile, it's the original.

"I made up my mind to tell Dale."

"Wahu?

In the attic, Vint, who was lying down, said Latina, dressing her hair in her bedroom.

I didn't realize how childhood friends felt by my side.

I also realized that it was a very convenient thing to say that I was going to convey my thoughts in words that were not enough for Dale. Even if you're always next door, there's no way you know everything you're feeling.

If you can't give up easily, as many times as you want, you have to try.

I wouldn't have thought it would be easy for Dale to accept it.

"One more time, we'll work hard. You can't do it next time, but you just have to try again."

"Wow."

"Before I do, I need to tell Dale I'm sorry. He said he was sorry for the trouble. And start over."

To Vint, too. And even with a hug, the expression already has no sense of sadness or spiciness. I just lived with clear determination in my eyes.

"Because Dale thinks I'm a 'child', I, I knew it. That's about it. You shouldn't have snapped."

"Wahoo."

"So, again, we'll work hard tomorrow."

I reiterated that my thoughts were something I could not give up.

I didn't have time to crash and mess around.

I'm still a long way from being the ideal adult woman. Harder work is still not enough.

Still, he's the one who says he likes himself. I decided to try to be confident, although I can't be complacent. What you've worked so hard for is not for nothing.

"I'm not giving up, I don't. Then we'll have to work hard."

"Wow."

Latina changed her mind as she felt the plumage of a supportive 'friend'.

- - A few days after that.

On the basis of Kreutz's "Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion," a single letter was received from Wang Du.

There it was written in a concise sentence that Dale had fallen ill.