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

(Here, where...?)

A head that didn't work well, coupled with an unrealistic landscape, didn't give her the power to grasp the status quo. I try to remember what happened by deciding open my eyelids that are going to fall again with all my best efforts.

"Dale... where...?

The name overflowed unconsciously with a little clarity of consciousness.

That's the name of one important to me. I loved it more than anyone - it was the name of the one person I wanted to protect in lieu of anything.

When she remembered that much, Latina was finally able to remember her situation.

(Me... why...)

I should have been sealed by The Demon King of Reason. I thought that the curse of all demon kings, including myself, was very powerful and that awakening again would be without.

Why is my consciousness now?

(Why...?)

At that time, Latina breathed in the appearance of one throne, which entered Xia's vision.

I saw it before I lost consciousness, a throne involving dead trees. The tree was heavily torn. He looked so terribly painful that he felt something cold in his spine when it was something miserable.

(Nah... what...?)

Waking up his body, which did not move well, slowly enough, Latina put the other thrones in sight as well.

That throne wasn't the only one. The thick book that was placed on the throne next to it was torn by a crease, the pages scattered, and some of the covers had burnt marks.

The giant blade placed on its next throne has been severed by showing a smooth cross section along the way. I shuddered why I wore it because of the pattern that fell on the throne.

(What happened...?)

I don't even know how much time has passed since then.

Well, I felt like something unusual had happened.

"Dale......"

With all the anxiety, whining, I think that's the answer.

I don't know one other than him, more than him, who's going to do something.

(What to do…)

I tried to think about it, but my head didn't work well for me. Like when I'm in my dreams, there's so much sauvignon in my brain that I can't think once and for all.

(What to do, what to do...)

Stay confused, and still move your gaze to find the throne of purpose. The throne of the first (...) is sitting there the same as it was before you lost consciousness. Wang Xiao, who is straight, cannot find faint scratches or distortions.

"Frisos......"

Make sure you're safe and relieve yourself.

And soon she got confused again.

(What to do... Dale... Frisos...)

I didn't want you two to argue. One of my favorites for Latina was definitely Dale, but Frisos was also important. The two stand too differently for Latina to be worth the same.

(What should I do... I have to... Mamori...)

In the thought of circling around, repeat just that.

Dale hurts Frisos for himself. We must not let that be all. For Latina, we were both one who wanted to protect her. If you don't want your two loved ones to fight, you desperately think with a head that won't move.

Wake up your body.

Moving a body so heavy that it doesn't seem like its own, Latina looks up to heaven from above the throne.

"From here... or I'll have to stop Dale..."

Latina still has little grasp of her powers and abilities as a 'demon king'. All she ever wanted was the "power to make a family" she gained by becoming a demon king, not the "great power she gained as a demon king". I wasn't interested in other abilities, and in the meantime, I thought it would be a good thing to take a long time to know.

Still, Latina knew.

Ability to control the 'power' that is within you and treat it as you wish. Sort and rethink your magic as a demon king different from your magic powers, which are not what you were supposed to have. Repeat the control of precision, which can only be described as refinement.

Even the immobile head could do it sensibly, which was the kind of thing that Latina was most adept at.

Disconnect much of your power as a demon king from yourself.

To the curse of "Sealing the Eight Demon Kings," Latina surfaced herself, entrusting most of her powers.

I couldn't open my eyes.

Heavy. Neither body nor eyelids can move heavily.

I couldn't breathe well. Sucking or not, oxygen doesn't come in well.

I should have had something to do. Connect and stop the consciousness that is likely to sink with just one thought.

"Dale... Frisos..."

I have to go to the two of you. I think so, but my body doesn't listen to me.

The back of my immobile eyelids gets twitchy and hot. The back of my nose gets tight. I wondered how I could do so little, tears overflowing.

I don't even know how long I've been doing that.

I felt the tears wiped by something, and Latina opened her eyelids just a little.

The feeling of soft grey fur touches my cheeks.

It smells like sunshine.

"Vint......?

"Wow."

The unchanging voice answered, and Latina overflowed her tears again. Take Vint licking him to wipe his tears, just like that.

"Vint... Dale... Dale, where?

"Dale's not here."

"Why... when, backwards, come...?

"I don't know. It doesn't come back all the time. Guys, I don't know, I'm going."

Thoughts circle again.

Whatever you do, just repeat it.

I didn't even know how to stop Dale, who didn't know where he was.

Now Latina, even obscure where she is, squeezes out the name of the other important person that was left in her heart.

"Frisos......"

"Wahu?

"Vint... please, to Frisos... to Vasuglio, follow me..."

"Wow."

"To Vasilio..."

Before her consciousness was clouded, Latina repeated so, burying her face in Vint's fur.

If you don't know where Dale is, you'll have to go to Frisos, who knows where he is. Latina's head, immobile, was at its best to draw that conclusion.

He's downstairs (...), and if any of the adults could have listened to her now, he would have offered Latina a more appropriate way. With a decent mental state, Latina could have asked for help.

"Wow."

"Vee, I know. You know, the country where you were born, that way."

Well, the only person who was listening to her was a faithful toddler.

In the attic of the "Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion," Vint rushed right to the sign of Latina, who, as usual, had spent time with Theo.

Teo, left alone and obnoxious, rushed after him, but being angry with Vint immediately bounced off at the appearance of his beloved Latina, who was missing.

I wanted to hold him and ask him where he was going, but I'll put up with how Latina looks sick.

Theo thought that his favorite sister's favor should be fulfilled. It looks so painful, I'm begging you to cry. Be nice to your sister who is always nice to you, too.

With a young sense of responsibility, Theo moved to work with Vint to make things happen.

When Theo opened the attic window, Vint put his face out of it and moved his nose fussy. Smell the smell further ahead of Theo's pointed south forest and nod like he was good at something.

"Okay. Over there."

"Vee, hey, do you want a tumble?

"Wahoo."

Place the laid-back latina on Vint's back. It was a big job for Theo, five, but he managed to accomplish it. Theo thinks for a while and says it's hard for Latina to fall, tied to Vint's body with strings. I was watching my mother hump my sister Emma and so on, so I was able to do it well somehow.

"Vee, can we leave?

"Muri"

"Oh well."

Theo thinks a little. Then I went down first to make sure I didn't see my father, and decided to give him a signal.

In order to fulfill your sister's request, you can't let the fathers find you. The five-year-old, whose physical abilities had been improved by daily play with phantom beasts, skilfully carried out his intelligence activities.

Theo waves loudly toward Vint, who spreads his wings and dances in the sky.

"Come on in."

In the absence of Latina's magical aid, flying through the sky with Latina on board was a big job for Vint, but it didn't mean it was completely impossible.

Without thinking deeply that many breaks would work it out, My Pace Wonko began winging in the direction of purpose.

Kenneth, who was cleaning the store, finally noticed Theo dropping one of those off in the backyard.

"What's up, Theo?

He said, "Come to Vee."

"... to Vint? Did you go somewhere?

My son looked satisfied, like he'd done something, but Kenneth couldn't even realize why.

The platinum girl, whose adults were desperately searching for her whereabouts, made her way to Vasilio because of the activity of one toddler.