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

- It was a strange space.

Still, 'myself' did not consider this place 'strange'.

Gathered all the light and all the colors. And that's all it was created for, space.

The monotone 'let it be' that contains everything, even though there is no one color.

Looking around, the place seemed uninterrupted and spacious, even like a limited boxyard. And I knew what "I" was here.

'Chairs' arranged in circular and equally spaced spaces. 'Myself' also understood that there was a certain commonality in them, which varied in shape and size.

These are the Thrones.

Seven lines (...) In each of these there is a 'Lord' to sit on.

It is the figure that cannot be seen, but it is dark and clear that in each 'throne' there are signs of the 'Lord'.

Look around at each and every one.

In front of a "throne," there is a bloody blade, and in front of a "throne," there is a water bottle filled with water. Seeing the "Throne" where thick books sit in the "Throne" where dead trees are intertwined - that's how he toured the "Throne" in turn, stopping his feet in front of the "Throne" of a single (...).

There, only there, the 'Lord' did not exist.

And 'myself' knew that from now on 'its throne' would welcome 'the Lord'.

And I also knew that "I" came here to say that (...) met the conditions (...) and (...).

That was the most repugnant choice I ever made.

It is the reason I once lost everything, and it is also the choice that betrays my desire to still protect me.

I don't need it.

That's why I shake my head small and squeal the words of denial.

"I don't want (...) something like this"

I want 'myself' because what I want...

"What's up, Latina?

Awaken to a gentle voice.

Blinking with her pussy, she remembered that she was in The World's Safest Place.

in a room filled with warm things. in a room with important memories. Among them, the 'warmest place I love'.

"Did you even have a scary dream?

From an early age, he always caresses my hair gently, saying so. All the scary memories and nightmares melt into the feel of a big warm palm.

I'm glad he could stroke me, and I'm glad he said, "You have beautiful hair," and I can't cut it anymore. I'm sure he hasn't noticed, but his casual words and actions were all very important to him.

"It's okay."

There's nothing to be afraid of.

"Here," if by his plush, one thing scares me not to happen. This is the safest place in the world.

"So, it's okay."

She smiles happily, tries like a kitten, cheeks plush and keeps in a warm slight sleep.

Because I didn't want to think about it.

One day, I'll, I'll get rid of 'this plush'.

I only want one 'thing'. Only one 'thing' I want. Now with so much happiness, 'things' by my side. But one day, I'll always be gone.

- - I wonder what I should do after I lose it.

Trying not to think about it (...), she went into a deep sleep.