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

Dale, who left Kreutz, headed first in the direction of his hometown.

Instead of the original street route, we partitioned ourselves into a rugged mountain range. It is inherently suicidal to single-handedly push a dangerous place without a path, though it is not impossible to do so while checking the direction in 'local attribute magic'.

I was still convinced that I could do it only if Latina had the strength to be a "family member".

Basic abilities such as strength, muscle strength, and magic have more room in them than ever before. If you are who you are now with minimal need for sleep and diet, you will be able to tread without even resting on this rugged path.

I don't do things without a chance. I chose the best because I wasn't reckless.

In my hometown, I only met my father and grandmother briefly.

He was the father who looked like he had said something about Dale suddenly showing up and how he spoke pale about the situation, but now he never asked deeply. I honestly appreciate that.

In a way that was no different than usual, my grandmother, who was sprinkling flue, quietly laughed as she always did.

"Whatever you want, it's good"

That's what my grandmother, Vendergard, said.

"Nothing to worry about. Trouble is, you can leave it to me."

My grandmother's voice was really what it always was. Dale's father, Randolph, also turns into something stomached in the figure of Lady Venn.

"That girl (...) is already part of our 'clan'. I have to make him regret what he's done."

I guess I was able to hear my grandmother never angry at the sound of the flue that snapped because she was still a family member.

"The other guy would be the demon king, but that doesn't matter"

It was the moment when "Tissue" defined its enemies.

Nevertheless, Dale did not want the people of his hometown to be spirits fighting directly against the Demon King.

For the coordination of the contractual relationship with His Excellency the Duke, the cooperation of his grandmother was essential, and above all the existence of a unique information network and collaborators of the clan "Tissue" was an important matter for exchanging things with the "Demon King" scattered around the world.

Even out of the clan, the "Leki" who work for the Sang clan, and the presence of "Tislaw" in other countries that resemble their fathers, is a huge information network unlike the temple of the "Green God (Akdar)".

And already "alone," there was a presence in my hometown that I wanted you to cooperate with.

Vint's father wolf, who leads a herd who met Dale in the settlement of the Heavenly Wolf, roared low when he heard about Dale.

"Your son..."

To that squeezed voice, I reiterate that she was truly loved by many things.

"To find out what happened to Latina, to get Latina back... I want you to help me. I want you to lend me your wings running through the sky."

Once Latina let him travel between Kreutz and the King's Capital on a vint. I wouldn't be able to do the exact same thing without her ability to control magic.

But if that's the adult Tianxiang Wolf, the story changes.

I understand the difficulty. I intend to accomplish it no matter how long it takes, even if I have not had the cooperation. Still, if we can get help, we will be more comfortable allies than any Yingjie.

It was also unexpected for Dale that Vint's father wolf, Hagel, accompanied him.

Hagel transferred his role as head of the herd to the next place, taking on the role of wings of Dale.

Anything other than 'him', who is a friend of Lady Venn's and who thinks deeply of Latina, probably didn't mean that she would follow Dale's such ridiculous behavior. With that in mind, this was probably the only possibility.

Hagel's back sometimes doesn't have a saddle like a flying dragon, and the ride itself is difficult to be comfortable with. Tianxiang wolves, who literally fly like running through the sky, shake harder than horses.

Still, unlike Vint, Hagel, who had a huge body mass, did not seem to consider it a burden to the extent of Dale. "He," a powerful individual among illusory beasts who excelled in witchcraft, did not forget to defend Dale himself with the magic of the wind.

There was no difficulty with Dale far across the country, and it was nothing but Hagel's cooperation that could be reached in the short term.

After discussing The Five Demon Kings, what they turned to was a dry windy land in a meadow so vast that they had never seen it. The smell of blue grass is different from that of any land known to Dale.

If she was next door to any minor event that was glowing gray eyes, what would she have looked like in front of this first sight of the landscape?

With an unknowingly clenched left arm, the caged hand made a small metal noise.

……

"Do you not ambush, like the Five Demon Kings?"

I can't help but wonder what Hagel asked. Dale was quietly turning his steps toward a group of purposes.

"It's not rational... there's just a guy who's got a reason to just show respect to me too"

It's a meadow without any shelter. It was not difficult to distinguish a group that was travelling far. You can see Dale following a giant beast from the other side.

As you pack your distance, on the contrary, your sense of distance goes crazy.

That group, without distinction between young and old, was all a group of giant bodies. It is long enough to look up, and the thickness of the body is commensurate.

Noticed Dale blocking his destination, a man with the most stature to walk in the lead and an ambitious horn stopped his leg.

"..." Six Demon Kings "?"

For Dale, who has the ability to spot the Demon King, it's less than confirmation, but the man to whom the word was directed loosened his expression funny.

"What's a human race doing in a place like this?"

Hearing that the word returned by his demon king was Western Continental, Dale spins his native language as it is.

Dale can speak, to some extent, 'Eastern languages', and the few words of the South are understandable at the very least. But it would still be appreciated if it was in my native language.

Dale removes his left arm cage hand and shows the man in front of him the back of his left hand.

"... smaragdi"

"The Six Demon Kings," he muttered small and corrected his dwelling.

I don't even imitate putting gloves back on and blaming Dale for wearing caged hands again.

"So, what can I do for some demon king?"

"... in retaliation for my 'Lord'"

To Dale's quiet answer, "The Six Demon Kings" turned off his grin and looked to him. When Dale takes that gaze without even shaking the dust, he now smiles bitterly and looks at him.

"Why did you come face to face, fool? Family of the Eight Demon Kings."

"Respect you, the head of the clan."

Dale does not deny the hostility and hatred he turns to the 'Demon Kings'. But I also understand that it is based on my own feelings.

He once suffered to the point of losing sight of himself because he could not change the way he was.

I grabbed the exact location of the 'Six Demon Kings', known as the Kings of the Giants, from information brought to me from my hometown.

It was at the same time to know that his demon king was a good lord who led his own clan.

The clan with their immense bodies is one of the few tribes of the 'Demon Nation'.

Its support for them living in this harsh environment land is nothing more than the protection of their families by the 'Six Demon Kings'.

His demon king is a good chief who rightly guides his own clan.

Dale's actions, for his clan, can only be disastrous. It would be hateful and natural behavior. It's not strange to turn everything in your clan against your enemies.

That's why Dale put through one of his insistences.

I sympathized with the way the chief of the clan was. I chose to show respect for his family.

It was the behavior that his demon king chose because he had the information together that he was a proud soldier.