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

"Apparently, things have stabilized."

"Yes."

With agitation, your brain is grumpy, or grumpy? It's pushed to the extreme of confusion for now, but still, Dale, on the surface, takes care of it and answers the Duke's words.

"My beloved daughter, the famous Lord, is coming. After I worry about you. I love you."

"... is"

I can't even think of a good return and respond briefly.

I admire the confusion in your brain, it's not the same thing.

In many ways, my mind is not ready yet.

(… if you run away, can't you?)

A pitiful conclusion has surfaced, sinking back to full force.

"Thank you very much for your generosity, Duke."

A girl you should be familiar with, in an unfamiliar way, offers her thanks to the Duke of Erdystedt.

If you are a 'normal' civilian, say you are a cloudy opponent who doesn't even have to stand in front of you, but even if you look nervous, there was no tremor or fright in every single one of your actions.

I have never taught you, thank you for the formal operation.

The upper-class person would also admit that it was an elegant behavior, combined with its beautiful and beautiful appearance.

"I don't mind. It was eye care."

Loosening his eyes gently and understanding in the corner of his consciousness that the Duke would answer, Dale also noticed that Moffmoff, who followed the girl, fluttered and waved his tail.

I almost blew it out.

No matter how adorable she is, that (...) His Eminence the Duke will never be interested. If you're a beautiful princess, there are quite a few of them in the upper class, apart from whether they're natural or not.

That means she has shown something that just holds more 'interest' than that.

The first would be to say that it is' my adopted son '.

Make it your biggest weakness, your biggest 'reverse scale'. I always tell him that if he touches me poorly, he will retaliate with all his might.

The fact that her long hair is a rare color will also attract interest. A rare color, not a 'magical trait'. Beautiful as a jewelry just that, 'it' is something that feels more rare because it is in the palace where rare things come together.

But more than that.

(La, latina... why do you have 'dog (that)'...?)

It would be harder to tell her not to attract interest in the appearance of the Phantom Beast she is walking with. Vint, who usually stretches the wings he hides loosely and scratches the cassis and around his neck with his rear limbs, is so generous in a my-paced way that Dale regrets it.

It may have been more than her sudden appearance that questioning that she was' accompanied by Wonko 'was a rap demonstration of the current confusion of Dale.

I'll tell you more about it later, but Dale was still heartily encouraged to grasp the situation as the Duke dropped him out of the room.

I'll tell you as much as I can. If Latina's cuteness and adorability and how good she is! and the idea would be an expression of confusion. If you actually saw it, it would have proven cute! "Confusion" may not have had much to do with it when the idea reached further.

Wow, and I'm jealous of Vint, who opens his mouth and makes a stretch.

Latina looks quiet and doesn't break her courteous hips.

He looked like he'd never seen it.

Pretty girl, I thought.

But now that she's in front of me, I thought she was a 'beautiful' daughter that I couldn't say in those words.

(…… and at a time like this…)

Her eyes were cloudy all around her, and if she looked like this, there was no word to return it.

I guess I was just doing what they say 'cause I was meditating my eyes'.

- - The more I feel that way, the more "she" I see in front of me right now, even from Dale's point of view, the more grown-up I look. I realized that I was growing up to be a 'beautiful woman' that wasn't all I had left of my adorability from an early age.

Listening far away to her voice greeting Gregor's opponent for a reunion, Dale realized why he wasn't feeling 'realistic' right now.

"... Latina?

"What?"

"Why... are you here?

Because I was confused, I inquired in terminal terms, but I distorted Latina's expression on the trigger.

An overly neat appearance, so 'beautiful' that it seems to hold horror, breaks down and turns into something 'loving' that attracts her original surroundings.

"... Dale, but I'm sick, listen..."

"Oh."

Shit, I thought it was the moment her voice became plundered.

Blurry, large grains of tears overflow from big gray eyes.

Without having to be aware again, Dale was very, very doomed to this child's 'tears'.

"But to heal a little, I will. I told you it wouldn't matter!?

"Yeah."

Nodding small as he shrugged, Latina took over the words.

"But, but... oh, I'm scared... scared...! If you don't look at Dale's face, you won't feel safe...!

Just gratuitously wolfish, Dale finally understands the reason for her 'fear' in a continual language.

"Like a rug (...), when I'm gone... I get scared..."

I heard it a long time ago, it's about her real father.

There were some inadequacies in her story at a young age where vocabulary was scarce, but there were still some things I could understand.

Her real father, who was not of very strong physical quality, said that as a result of the journey he had continued while sheltering her, the overlapping impossibilities had also snuck, and he had fallen into that forest with all his might.

Its direct cause of death was' disease '-' magic vegetarian disorder '.

She used to mourn one of her loved ones for 'sickness'.

The word 'illness' she received was heavier than she thought.

"Latina......"

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Dale. Because I won't say it anymore. I won't tell you what's bothering me... So, so... don't be gone... eh. Please, let me stay by your side..."

Oh, I did. This girl was always like that.

"Just let me be by your side..."

She always tried to defend her place, losing both her 'family' and her 'homeland', where a young child should be given unconditionally.

My childish daughter said she had to be a good one, without having a seizure.

I didn't like that part of her.

Plenty of spoiling, my prank and prank tolerated that as childish. I broke my heart so that she could be like him.

I always wanted her to say what she meant when she swallowed her true intentions and desires.

So 'this answer' is not what I want to hear.

Shoulder trembling and crying Latina, arms extended and hugged.

She held her body softly in her arms as she distracted herself and caught Gregor leaving the room in the corner of her sight.

"Latina......"

Call your name as you whisper, frightening. And flatter the body.

"You owe me an apology. I'm sorry, Latina... I was worried."

"Huh!"

I take a breath trying to respond, but I can't speak up, and Latina is in Dale's arms, just gasping.

"I'm sorry... I've got so much to say and so much to say... I'm sorry"

Puffy, shaking her head small, stroking Latina's hair.

Hair that had grown so long at some point. Then it went through my fingertips. It also wore only the scent of soap when I was young, but when I noticed it, it started to worn the scent of sweet scented oil.

"Latina... I... I'm not (...) your father, but I'll always be by your side... no..."

Geez. And grabbing her clothes like that is a sign of her anxiety. Caress your back to dissolve such anxiety and wipe the tears accumulated in your long lashes with your fingertips.

"I want you to stay by my side... right. Latina, will you stay with me?

"Dale......?

Swallow the illuminating thoughts and smile.

At such a close distance, I remembered seeing myself one day, pictured in tear-wet grey eyes.

And I remember once, like this, holding her in my arms, crying.

"One day, I'm sure, I'll die before you do."

Whisper to her the words that she also conveyed at that time (...) in a different way than at that time (...).

"Until then, let's stay together"

"Dale...... eh"

"For now, even 'that's it', okay? When you're a little older... you know, more properly... I'll tell you."

The lighting and the strange pride of things got in the way and couldn't go on any further.

Turning to Dale, who clouded his words and lost his gaze, Latina came with her eyes wet in tears pointed straight at him.

"Dale, Dale... you know... eh"

"Ooh."

"I like it."

"Ooh."

My voice rubbed up. Shortly after I clouded the words, I didn't think they would say this frankly.

"I like it. I've always liked Dale. Dale for me is one of my most important lovers, not 'Father'......"

"Ugh..."

When looked up at close range, the more poisonous it was to me that I became conscious again, the appearance of this daughter is too flattering.

Still, after the first shock, I realized she was dyeing pathetically red, even to her ears.

Moisturizing eyes also show excessively destructive enough to tremble a man's heart, but at the same time remind him of his crying face from an early age.

I am heartily relieved that there is something 'still young' in her tricks.

That means there's still a 'grace period until you face your mind'.

From her, by the time 'it' falls out, you can accept that your relationship with her will change.

"Dale... I... I want to be with Dale forever..."

"... oh. I promise. Until the end of time... we'll stay together."

That's why Dale, with a little extra time, dropped a kiss on Latina's cheek, like 'then'.