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

"What's up, Latina? Blur."

"Hmm..."

When asked that, she blinked a few times and tilted her neck a little.

"... I don't know"

"That's a lot these days. That's how it's blurry. Are you physically ill, too?

"Yeah. I don't have that. Really, it's okay."

Plump, shake your head with a trick reminiscent of your childhood. Still, from that face I smiled back, I'm almost out of 'childhood' already.

Careful in her smile, sniffing one scale of something distressing, but not getting any more serious.

"Right."

I hold hands trying to tell her that I'm on her side at all times.

At that time, I noticed an anomaly in the sky. Apparently that's not just me, and I can hear you blurring out the window.

"Rainbow...?

It was a strange sight.

A rainbow covers the sky.

Not just one rainbow, but several muscles of various angles of rainbow covered the empty side. I've seen the rainbow itself, but I've never seen a 'sky' like this before.

"'Rainbow' takes place when God watches..."

"Oh.... even among demons, is that what they say?

"Yeah.... even when I was born, I was told there was a rainbow in the sky. God watched me, I was born... Rag, I used to say"

"Right."

"Rainbow" is considered to be one end of the divine authority of the gods known as the "Seven Colored God". Because it encloses all the colors of the gods, it is also said that when a rainbow crosses the sky, somewhere in the world, it is a sign of God's interference.

Dale also had a rainbow when she was born. It seems to be a rare phenomenon for those with high 'protection'.

Still, these numerous' rainbows' were phenomena that I had never even heard of.

The faithful can see themselves kneeling and praying on the earth, or in awe, through the windows.

Halfunconsciously holding her neighbor Latina, she acted like rubbing her head against Dale's shoulder.

To Dale, whisper unfamiliar words.

"******* ****"

"Latina?"

When asked back, she answered, trying to smoke her grey eyes with the look of being in a dream she'd often had lately.

"... the King... the new King."

"Huh?"

"This (...) indicates that…"

"Latina!

I called my name strong and grabbed my shoulder.

I can stir up my unspeakable anxiety at the apparently unusual state of Latina.

I thought, "I have to call you back."

"Huh...?

I blink heavily with my pussy. I'm surprised out loud, and Latina sees her face.

I relieved myself from the bottom of my heart at the poisoned, as usual look on her face.

"Are you all right? Latina?"

"What? What's wrong, Dale? Surprised..."

"What surprised me was me. Blurry...... what's really going on?

……

To Dale's words, Latina leans her neck strangely.

"... What do you mean, 'king'?

"Huh?... This' rainbow 'indicates the emergence of a new' demon king '."

Dale wrinkles between his eyebrows in the 'answer' that Latina told him, as a matter of course.

"Does the Demons have such a saying?

…… I don't know. "

Asked, Latina is leaning her neck wonderfully again.

"Rag... not... Mov... I wonder if it was...? Who did you ask...? It's not Dale, is it?

"I've never even heard of it."

"Oh well... who asked...?

Looking at the sky side by side, Latina had thought about it but never got the answer to it.

When the next six months come, Latina turns 16.

When Dale referred to her as heterosexual, more than a year and six months had passed since she had recognised her, but the relationship between the two remained as subtle and unchanged as it had changed.

As for Dale, he recognized Latina as a 'girl special to him' but at the same time still thought she was a 'young girl'.

What she was growing up was starting to look right in the eye, but that's why I don't feel like 'getting my hands on' right away.

I feel like I can't do that as a person.

For this reason, I think I have chosen to maintain the status quo for some reason.

Neither does the Latina Principal speak like he wants something from himself.

He just believes Dale's words and smiles calmly at me. With that in mind, Dale could also tell her younger, totally sweet.

Nevertheless, it's not that much room for Dale either.

Back in adolescence, she was slower growing than her daughters of her age, but it was really, it was just slow, apparently.

He didn't grow that tall, but the other 'part', I don't know what to say, got a lot bigger.

Apparently, the genetics of that worried mother didn't have that much impact. Does it mean to form a paternal gene?

As she twirls every day, the amount of exercise she works with is considerable, and her hands and feet are not weak enough to break, but they grow smoothly thin and long. The hips are also much bracketed by the shame of exercise, distressing the curves specific to women.

Clearly, the style was much better.

I get the impression of a little child face because her expression is what gives her the young impression of innocence.

The occasional appearance of being delayed in thoughts makes even the age away Dale feel dodgy. It was an appearance that I could honestly use the expressions' beautiful 'and' beautiful '.

Latina, who grew up, - - don't be frank, don't say beautiful and what to call it. It was like that.

Yet Latina is indefensible and sweet to Dale, unchanged from an early age. With a reassuring look, he rubs it off with a kitten-faced trick and looks up happy.

If this were to be done in calculations, what kind of bad girl would it be? - and is so aggressive that Dale is on the verge of escaping reality.

With him, he's not a saint or a dead man. There's no such thing as not feeling anything in front of a beautiful attractive woman who admires herself.

Everything was caused by what I wasn't clear, and Dale, who was aware, spent his days that way, occasionally stuffy.

"If you're not gonna stick around, you should come to me"

"Dale is good. Until I grew up, they told me I was waiting, so I'm just waiting."

"I could do it right now."

"Dale's good."

In the past year and a half or so, this exchange between Latina and Rudolph was the scene that totally became a staple in The Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion.

He was the one who made a statement he didn't intend to give up, but he never stopped the 'Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion' Japanese ginseng as it was proclaimed.

It wasn't until shortly after the confession, the two of us who were miserable, but until Rudolph blew it off and dictated Latina like every day and turned into an exchange that Latina would say no lightly, it didn't take long.

For now, Rudolph was hung up by regular, strong old men.

However, the attitude of the old men gradually softened due to the impatience and the fact that the Latina principals did not take his interactions seriously.

Rudolph also took the initiative to expose Latina's surroundings.

There is a reason why Rudolph himself is showing Latina the will not to give up.

But if that's all, you don't have to repeat it in the eyes. Rudolph's daring to have this exchange inside The Tiger Cat Pavilion was a restraint on the surrounding men after Latina.

He was asking himself, who is recognized as the "promising stock of a young man being adored by the gendarmerie's executive officers," and whether he would bring himself closer to her by making a Latina statement that he "likes Dale".

It was the merit of the confessional rush that the 'guardians' had been guided by that that had established Rudolph's current status.

He was trying.

"Speaking of which, Latina"

"What?"

Tastes other than sweet fruit liquor, Rudolph remembered this past year, stopped Latina as she licked the glass.

"There's a traveler from the Demons in this city right now."

"Huh?"

To Rudolph's words, Latina seems strange, koten. and tilted his neck.