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

It is the 'Red God (Ahmal)' who gathers great faith as the Lord God in the Ra Band Country, and hence in Kreutz, but it does not mean that other gods are scorned.

Among them, "The Orange God (Cormosey)" and others can be said to have gathered their faith deeper than other gods. Even though the temple is not intimately involved in people's lives, like the Blue God (Azraq) and the Blue God (Neely), there is never a single visitor to the temple to give grace.

It is significant that the orange god (Cormosey) is the god who presides over abundance, the progeny prosperity, and the prayer for cheap birth. It is an event that is invisible but seeks to rely on too much. As a religion of its original meaning, it is a gathering of hearts and minds.

In any small village, the company of the "God of Orange (Cormosey)" is built, and there will be a sacrifice to serve his God.

That was no exception in the big city of Kreutz.

"I'm here again this year..."

It was a request from the Temple of the Orange God (Cormosey) that Dale sighed and threw.

It appears that Dale regularly visits the Temple of the Orange God of Kreutz (Kolmozei). With protection and clergy, he was firmly tapped into his work as a cleric in his hometown. In his position, he is a high priest at one end.

His homeland is a place that benefits deeply from the divine treatment of the 'God of Orange (Cormosey)'. It was never a good place for those who served the same God to treat and scorn the countryside. Dale, a native of the land, was treated quite poorly underneath.

Nevertheless, Dale maintains a certain distance from the Temple of Kreutz. It was not because of his beliefs, but because he was completely unwilling to engage in factional rights issues, which arose more than just an organization where many people gathered.

Still, I get requests from time to time.

At a time when this festival was approaching, it had previously been a request to a monotheistic priest to participate in the festival. But these past few years have been accompanied by another request.

"I say no every year, but you don't punish me..."

The request is addressed to his precious adopted son, Latina, who is no other.

"Were you here first when Latina was ten?

Rita leans her neck but does not hide her bitter expression, Dale answers.

"You did. I've said no every year since then, and it's my third year."

"Well, if it's Latina... it's something that's going to show the stage of 'Hua Daughter'. I didn't call the rumor" Fairy Princess, "I heard there was talk about what was called" Hua Daughter. "

"Spread the extra rumor..."

It was the girls called "Hua Daughters" who played an important role in the abundance festival of "The Orange God (Cormosey)".

While it is a festival held in the temple, it seeks personnel from the people of Shirai, with or without "shelter", because it is a festival that originally began to take place from the custom of marriage, which dresses and presents the daughters of his age. Even today, in the villages of the region, there is still a kind of collective pageant.

"Hua Daughter" in a large city like Kreutz has a slightly different meaning to that of the region.

The girl who performs the ritual of devotion in front of a multitude of people will attract the attention of the crowd.

Then it was also logical to start choosing beautiful girls.

The girl chosen for "Hua Daughter" is synonymous with a beautiful girl.

"But even though there have been more 'pests' around Latina lately, you don't bother to wake her up..."

I initially refused to see "Hua Daughter" for a different reason, but lately the proportion of this reason has increased.

I don't know what I need to do extra. There's no need to bother putting her on the table and 'show off' her at all.

"Even in this store alone, you're getting more and more shitty bastards for Latina."

"Latina, it's about time. Though the childhood is still more noticeable... it's only a little later that you can say that."

"No, because I'm just a child! Because Latina is good as it is! You just have to stay by my side!

"Say stupid again..."

"I won't do it to my wife!

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"I can't believe I'm never gonna do this to my wife!

In that Dale's voice, he even seeped a sense of grandeur.

As a cleric of the Orange God (Cormosey), I cannot ignore the original meaning of the Orange God (Cormosey) Toyota Festival, the "ritual of performance of young women in mass matchmaking."

In that ritual, does not my putting out latina mean that I am recruiting someone to marry latina?

It was definitely not about being admitted.

"I can't believe 'Hua Daughter' to Latina, absolutely not!

But Dale's mood is different from that of "The Girl Living in Kreutz".

"..." Hua Daughter "?

Latina on the street stopped listening to Rita and Dale and stopped.

"La...... latina?

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When Dale noticed that Latina's expression was cloudy, she had her gaze on a letter from the temple where Dale was throwing it.

Slip your gaze on the letter and Latina's expression gets darker.

"... 'Hua Daughter'... you can't, not me..."

Dale finally understands his own rudeness in the figure of Latina, who shrugged so much.

For the 'Girls Living in Kreutz', that is, people in general who differ from clergy like Dale, 'Hua Daughter' is synonymous only with 'Beautiful Girls' chosen for the festival.

And, if so, I can't let it be taken that my current statement is that I think she is not a "beautiful girl" who can serve as "Hua Daughter".

That can't be true.

As cute as Latina is, a pretty girl who can't help but look all over the country instead of this city.

If anyone ever said they weren't cute about Latina, bring them in! Those eyes must be rotten, so I'll take a look. No, maybe it's the sexual roots that are rotten, not the eyes. Yeah, I figured I'd take a good look and make it right.

How dare you pronounce it so loud in the middle of the boulevard right now? But when you move on to execution, it pisses Latina off. I can't solve it.

"Ugh... Uh-huh..."

Dale, with a pitiful groan that was too subtle, let the grate and gaze swim in front of Latina, who looked down as she sank.

That's why it's also Dale's sincerity not to be able to "push Latina into the temple as this year's" Hua Daughter ". That's where he carries the impossible business of bending himself.

Dale looked at Rita, the other person on the scene, wondering if she could help.

Rita shrugged back, sighed, and invited Dale for a moment. Regardless of the adorable Latina, there is nothing to be glad about, even if she turns her eyes like a jeweled dog abandoned by a good old bastard.

"Seriously, if you're sincere, just tell me what you really mean, you'll be fine."

"Oh, yeah?

"... you can't tear it up, it's only serious.... Well, why don't you just hold it tight like you always do and apologize?

To Rita's words, Dale can swim his gaze anxiously again. Latina does obviously bewildering tricks these days when she cuddles and rubs her cheeks like she did at a young age. Never admit it is a 'trick of refusal against yourself'. I don't want to admit it.

And yet, is it okay to behave even more subtly on a Latina opponent who has been in such a bad mood?

Stuffed and troubled, she turned to Dale, who didn't quite make it to execution, Rita made a smile and conveyed her intentions concisely in gesture.

Go quickly - - Rita's smile looked like a death sentence to Dale as well.

When I stretched my arm from my back side and held it tight, I was scared. And my shoulder went up. The luxuriously thin body fits neatly and easily when both arms are turned.

"Latina."

Louder would surprise me, and if I called my name to whisper, my body in my arms trembled even more.

"I'm sorry. Let me get this wrong... I don't want to hurt Latina."

With the kindest voice I can, I apologize properly.

I think the only reason I can honestly spin words of apology on my younger girlfriend is because she's really apart. He's the one who doesn't need to be mean. When you make a mistake, you have to apologize. There will also be such a habit that I have spent worrying about being an adult so that I can be a good example to her.

When I do something wrong, I scold you firmly. But I don't 'get angry' with my own emotions more than I need to be there. I don't know. I don't know. I still think it might have been the way my father was in his hometown.

"Latina is so cute. But I don't want 'Hua Daughter' to do it. That's not Latina for a reason. It's just my life."

"Nah... why?

Without missing a tiny voice that seemed to disappear, Dale further strengthened his ability to cage in his arms. To see how her voice is doing, Latina hasn't been in such a bad mood. It's an opportunity to make contact with her in the corner. What's wrong with what makes you want to indulge?

"Latina, if only it were my Latina. Because I don't want to show the rest of them how to do" Hua Daughter. "

Latina, who had been held tight by Dale for a while, gently touched his arm.

"Dale... it's okay now... let go"

"I'm so sorry. You're not mad at me?

"I'm not mad at you. It's true."

"Oh well."

Dale, with a relieved grin, finally took his arm off Latina. After I was relieved, I remembered that I had to talk to the temple properly this time. Starting next year, we will have to remind the people involved exactly so that they can no longer say this kind of sleep.

With a neat heart, Dale heads to his room to cross his nose.

I don't need to get dressed to go to the temple, but I'm going to need a holy seal that I don't normally use. I followed the memory of where I had been.

In that way, Latina sat on the floor peppered after Dale, who was in a good mood and turned her heel back, was gone.

"Really, he's an irresistible fool..."

Without being able to react to Rita's whining, Latina holds down her bright red cheeks. In the palm of your hand, you cannot cool this heat.

"Heh..."

With a really tiny pitiful voice, Latina's grey eyes when she saw Rita were lukewarm and moist.

Latina knows exactly what Dale's words are to 'My Little Cute Co'. I can't believe it contains special emotions there, I don't get on the diagram by mistake.

Still, the compliment she wants is' from him '. There is no need for unspecified praise. I just want people to praise me for being "cute."

Even if Dale understands that he has nothing else to do, feeling his temperature, being held by both arms and whispered the words he seeks with a gentle voice - is only a little irritating to the maiden in love.

"You really are an idiot...?

"Heh..."

The words repeated by the frightened Rita included a gentle sound, with Latina turning downwards, again responding with a pitiful voice, holding on to the uncooleable cheeks of the fire.

On the day of the Toyota Festival of the Orange God (Cormosey), Dale was distracted by tourists with Latina to look up to the stage of the "Hua Daughter" service dance.

As a result of the "Discussion," Dale, who was also exempt from participation as a cleric this year, was in a very good mood with his adorable adopted child next to him, holding hands to keep him out of the crowd.

As the 'Hua Daughters' dressed in glittery and beautifully decorated costumes appeared on stage, Latina cheered as well as the surrounding tourists.

When he heard the accompaniment of the dance, Dale unconsciously began to rhythm at his fingertips. I guess it's still like a stained habit to react to songs used even at home festivals.

"Beautiful."

"Right."

Watching the happy Latina, I learned something a little guilty.

"... I knew Latina wanted to go up on the stage of 'Hua Daughter' too?

She would get a lot more praise than any of the girls out there. It is also natural for girls of all ages to admire beautiful outfits.

Taking away that opportunity, to the best of my own self, is never a praiseworthy act as a 'guardian'.

Latina, however, smiled after a decent look at Dale's words.

"I'd rather see the festival next to Dale than on stage."

Turns out she was, like, the cutest thing in the world.

Embrace the urge to cuddle and cage your strength in the hand that connects you.

Leaning her neck wonderfully at Dale's behavior like that, Latina smiled again when she met Dale, who smiled in the blindfold.

The words of prayer that Dale grumbled in gratitude to the God Who Serves (Cormosey), who gave me a gentle time, were disputed and heard by no one else in the woes of a great multitude of people. But Dale thought of such a devout believer that it would have reached God properly.