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

The willingness to remain throughout the body was the result of sharing happiness.

I've wanted it for a long time. I wanted this to happen with him, not with anyone else.

My chest fills with the happiness of my choice.

Fortunately for you to love me, my eyes are dazzling.

I was happy.

Drown in a scent that means' peace of mind ', cheeks closer to the mud than usual.

Happiness, that's why...

Latina, pouting, overflowed with tears in his arms.

- - When I realized, I was in the 'sight' I was used to seeing.

The center of the seven "thrones" arranged in a circle, sits in front of the ordained "thrones".

Continue to weep unstoppable.

Shake your shoulders, leak your whimpers, and overflow your tears.

I couldn't keep it down.

Because I'm happy, I don't want to, I thought.

If I didn't want to lose it, I wished.

That I only wish for one thing. Living with him, with the one you love. Being together.

I can't believe I accepted my long life. It's a 'lie'. I'll visit one day, it was a 'lie' to accept my separation from him.

I don't want to mourn. I'm sure I can't live the time after I've lost you, the time after I've been alone.

Stretch out your thin fingers, trembling.

And he touched the back of the throne, which was outside of reason, and withdrew his hand.

But I knew.

Because she knew - - she stretches her trembling finger to the 'throne' again.

'Hira', which I should have sworn I would not seek.

Still, I asked because it was also the only 'chill' to fulfill my wish.

"... Platinum (...)" '

It sounds nostalgic and 'first name', once called.

"" I'm sorry, I'm sorry... no, I'm not... but, but I... I'm not going to hurt you... I'm sorry, I'm sorry... new 'One King'. ""

"… forgive the rest of his name. My... my beloved" Princess of Platinum. ""

Vision the appearance of "being" sitting on the first "throne", which could only feel signs of indignation.

""... Frisos (...)... I... ""

With eyes wet in tears, he looks up to the presence (of) with a golden glow, as his name suggests.

"" My beloved Princess of Platinum. The rest to the other... "'

To the words that followed, she shook her head many times.

"I... I..."

Numerous rainbows covered the sobbing 'world' sky.

The rainbow, which enveloped the world in the time when many lay still, was secluded and brilliant with the light of the moon.

I remembered the 'discomfort' in the plush in my arms, but couldn't ask for a reason. If I insist, I guess it's because that's the 'reason' I have.

deliberately, wave-beating anxiety, and discomfort. A part close to instinct denied the existence of the most beloved.

"... la... tina?

She, visible to herself, had not changed at all.

Really, look asleep. I can't even loosen my expression to the fact that I usually have an increased and unusual look, or to remind myself of last night that I have soft white skin that is dewy to bother me. Still stare at her 'changed'.

"... Dale?

My voice hasn't changed either. Because she hasn't changed, Dale squeezes out a crying voice.

"... 'Demon King'"

To the word, frightening. And, letting her jump her body, she gave a stunned look.

With all that reaction, Dale became convinced that what he spotted (...) was true.

"Why...? Why did you... go to" Demon King "?

"Doh... do... why... Dale, you know...?

Dale couldn't afford to care less about the reluctantly shivering Latina.

Still, all I could do was slap down the 'instinct' to refuse and hold her tight.

The capable man known as the 'brave man' has the 'blessing' of multiple 'gods'.

One of Dale's "blessings" is the Lord God of Orange (Kolmozei) for his clan (Tissue). More than his God, Dale has given "the magic of the earth its protection". It was a great force, supporting his livelihood of fighting.

And he had another, the "blessing" of "The Blue God (Azraq)". It was with that blessing that Dale could be formed that the Raband nation, as the 'brave man against the demon king', favoured him.

Dale spots the Demon King and his family.

perceive the existence of the original 'reason as one (...)' out of place.

Because he knew what he was capable of, Dale couldn't have seen the facts. I could not escape and pretend not to notice.

- - I must have noticed what was going on.

So without even trying to take her to the temple of the Blue God (Neelie), which is weird, I just hid it in my arms.

He told me not to go "over there" - I just chose to "call it back" by the time I was stupid.

I don't know why.

I don't know why this girl has changed.

"Oh... sorry, sorry... eh"

Cry and squeeze Latina, who just repeats her words of apology.

Dale, the "being against the Demon King," instinctively rejects the "Demon King". Still, it's definitely "Latina" that's in my arms right now.

Ever since I was a kid, I've been watching you, Latina.

I swore I would be with her. I swore it was her place.

- Then I won't change the way she is more than she is.

When his heart was set and his belly stood, Dale regained his calm.

What happened to the Demon King? 'Demon King' or not, wouldn't it change that Latina is a cute, good daughter and a girl dear to me?

Just because you've become the Demon King, Latina is Latina.

After thinking that far, I remembered that I was a little bit currently holding up Latina, a disturbed, dew-dressed outfit that left a remnant of last night.

I don't know if I can react to that right now, just as a person.

"Look, don't cry... latina"

"I... oh, I... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

"Because I'm not angry. One way or another, I'm worried, but I'm not mad, so please don't cry..."

To the point that I don't have to explain it again, Dale was very vulnerable to Latina's crying face.

Guilt on Latina, who continues to cry, is a tremendous thing.

It's an emotion because it doesn't matter if you don't feel bad about yourself, but it doesn't matter with such reason.

Tell Latina in your arms what you think, as that emotion shows.

"I'm surprised you've become the Demon King. 'Cause that's good already."

"Huh...?

"Nothing, I've become the 'Demon King' because I'm already done, so I don't have a choice."

"Huh...? Huh? Dale......?

Exactly, Latina, who was neither questioned nor expected to be so assured, gave a voice of surprise.

"If Latina is, Latina, that's fine with me."

Dale had said no more, no worse, than he did. The expression is also very clear.

It was the moment when the identity "I love my daughter (Latina)" ascended her instinct as "a relative being to the Demon King" called "The Brave Man".

He was "Our Daughter First (Former Parent Idiot)" before he was "The Brave".

"'Cause I... No, I knew..."

"Right."

"Don't ask me... I can't... but..."

"Yeah."

Latina turned her tear-wet eyes to Dale, who would just listen to her words gently, as she had done since she was a young girl, holding me tight.

"Why...? Why aren't you angry?

"I don't even know why I'm angry yet. I also know that if Latina 'chose' after much thought, there's a good reason."

"Dale......"

My sweet voice is overflowing with tears again.

Latina remained attached to Dale, interrupted, and complained of her thoughts.

Dale takes the voice as she strokes her hair.

"I like Dale."

"Right."

"Dale and I don't want to leave..."

"Yeah...... right"

"So, so... after" Demon King, "I asked..."

"Hmm?

That statement, I wasn't sure.