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

"Is something wrong?

"Ugh..."

Whispering but Dale tells his friends, concisely, what's going on.

There was nothing else to do, and the fact that it went around again and again occupied my head. If you can make me spit it out, let me.

"Latina..."

"Oh."

"About me, look, I don't know... as a heterosexual, I'm thinking... confessed"

"Right."

"You're light..."

"Well, not surprisingly."

In response to a pale Gregor, Dale went on to say more with a subtle face.

"I'm upset about it, trying to chill my head a little... it popped out"

"A child."

"I'm reflecting..."

I don't think I have that (...) myself. I was upset and impulsively jumped out, but by the time the whole day had passed, I was as cold as I could think of, no matter how much, no such action.

Nevertheless, there was no reason to return from there to Kreutz, and he made his way to the Wang capital as planned.

"I was asked what I wanted to do with Latina... until now, I realized I was trying not to think about it"

"Right."

Gregor ordered the samurai to prepare the tea, saying it was going to be a long story about Dale. Himself sits down with a chair next to his bed.

"... so again, I noticed."

Dale got a really subtle look there.

"Me and Latina. Ten years old. That's the only way to get away."

"Not now."

"Yes, it is."

It was really more basic information.

"Look, Latina, it's really tiny at first. It was always on my lap, so I was too impressed.... On second thought, at best in a distant fraternity of age... it's the difference between the age of a parent and a child, hey..."

"... the first time I saw her was the other day... because I was under the impression that she was really a little toddler... you surprised me"

Gregor remembers what Latina looked like when she met him in Kreutz the other day. From his eyes Latina had the impression that she was still young on the outside, but she was still a calm, physically lumbar grown girl with extra time.

"Right. Latina, you're so cute."

"... well, sure"

"Wow."

So dere loosening his expression was Dale, who had not changed at all since before.

"Thinking again... it's not uncommon for a couple to be as far away from each other as they are..."

That's what Dale says, putting his expression back into something serious.

His "brother's share" Kenneth and Rita's husband and wife are also that distant couple. Even though they thought it was a big difference at an early age, as I grew older, I didn't care, it was about that difference.

"The first encounter was too young... so I was drawing that impression... that Latina is no longer a 'child'"

Hmm, sighed, Dale let his gaze swim.

"Even if I'm a 'guardian', I'm a 'man' in 'others', and I'm always with Latina... what if I should, what the hell?"

"... you know, people who make bad mistakes are everywhere."

"Right. If I was Latina's" guardian, "I would have thought..."

While I was thinking about Kennis' accepting Latina's thoughts or being clear ', at the same time I came up with the idea of' if you don't accept them, make that position clear 'behind them.

If you choose to remain a 'guardian', you need to draw a proper line with her.

You have to open a clear 'distance' before she can be an 'adult'. You have to pick a bud before your surroundings point a malicious guess at her.

Being a man, I don't care what inferior rumors I get turned on. But I shouldn't have let her, the 'girl', point at something like that.

"Latina and me. It's so sweet, it's normal."

"You..."

"If you look at it objectively, it (...), well... you can see it in that relationship, too"

'I treat young children' is also true if you do realize it. I sleep in one futon with her without any awareness at all, so I am.

To 'girls' opponents around the age, it's not an action to do.

"So what do you want to do?

"Hmm..."

Looking sideways at Gregor carrying a tea bowl to his mouth, prepared by the samurai, Dale chose the words.

"I think... I want to be with Latina... I will always be... I don't want Latina to belong to anyone, and I want her to stay by my side like this"

That, perhaps, is the simplest answer in me.

Even from the surroundings, it was clear, a simple desire.

'Myself', who accepted 'to die one day' and tried to ask for nothing, was the only 'being' I wanted, that was Latina.

Even now, 'Leaving behind and passing away one day' is distressing. But if you accept that too - will you go out with me for as long as you can? Will you be 'healing' smiling happily next door?

"Then 'I will' is the quickest thing to do..."

They asked me, and I thought of it.

I wonder what a happy future it would be if she was a little more grown up than she is now - - smiling happily next to herself.

Well, if it's not you who gives' happiness', there's nothing to replace.

It occurred to me that the role of making a girl happier than anyone else was better for me.

"I... originally thought I was going to get married politically."

"Oh."

Gregor also knows about Tislaw, a peculiar 'clan'. "Tislaw" is a "clan" with more power than the lower nobles in the Larband. As a Duke's house, there is no reason not to pay attention.

Dale had no doubt about accepting, as the duty of the clan's next principals, a political marriage to bond with the clan's beneficial counterparts.

Age and ugliness were originally agreeable that would be the case, even if in some cases they were to marry the first person they met.

"Aside from your emotions, you thought you'd be honest, no matter what your opponent was. That's who's younger than Latina, but I wasn't going to care."

"It's not uncommon to get married politically."

"Yes, it is."

I entrusted my brother with the role of next principals, and escaped the clutter, but it did not lead me to the idea of looking for my 'married person'.

"So I'm sure that 'my precious Latina' and the choice to be with me are 'happy' choices for me too"

I can also imagine my surroundings saying May that I was worried about myself.

Latina is a 'demon tribe'.

She has a much longer time than ourselves, the 'human race'. When watching her happiness is her own, if she spends time on it, the 'difference in time' will gradually appear.

(If you notice, I don't care...)

I guess I can easily imagine myself getting older, 'next to her as she stays young, second her own happiness'.

Be a reason to worry.

If you think calmly, all you see is a future in which you will be yourself.

"But let it be, leave it"

"What?"

The tone of Dale's voice changes. Dale answered Gregor, listening back like he was taken aback, in the usual easy-going tone.

"Well, it's, it's still, 'Talk Ahead'"

"... Really?"

"'Cause Latina, she's still a' child ', come on"

Dale shows a sloppy curve with the movement of a hand floating in the universe. Nor did Gregor ask back what that curve, with little ups and downs, meant.

"I really don't know what to do until Latina's almost grown up."

Dale doesn't have a sexuality for 'girls'.

Sometimes, the laughter Dale floated around like trouble was like lighting and half a bitter smile from the heart.

There, the sound of a knock sounds.

When Gregor responded, one samurai who came into the room had issued signs of a panic that only the servants of this hall had.

Having heard a quiet voice report, Gregor also turns his expression into something of surprise.

'The Reason' comes indoors before Dale hears back why.

Gregor responded by standing upright, but Dale on the bed didn't have time to get in shape.

Get up and control Dale's movements as he tries to be awed, one hand at a time.

Father.

The person Gregor calls that was someone who plugged into a grey-haired old age. I'm just saying Gregor's father, and he looks neat.

He was a man who only existed and had the style to correct his surrounding posture. I don't have a horrible look on my face. In one way or another, the impression of calm would be stronger. But it was also obvious that that could not be all.

A man bearing the family name of Erdystedt. Even in this country, he is a man of second power to the king.

Dale was confused when he couldn't think of a reason why he bothered to come to his feet, but it blew up in an instant.

A girl wearing a familiar platinum glow, hiding behind the Duke's back, was watching him.