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

Further afield in the forests to the south of the Larband country of Kreutz is Vasuilio, a demonic country.

It was to that extent that Dale learned about Vasilio.

Vassilio, who had a clandestine policy for many years and had no interaction with other countries, could hardly even get a chance to know.

Still, Dale and the others were able to go for his country without getting lost because of Hagel's 'nose'.

Hagel does not possess the precision of Vinto, but he captured the indication (smell) of Latina in Vasuglio as he packed the distance.

That's how I found out exactly where his country was headed.

(Vint is so normal... I've seen him grasp everything with the signs of Latina (smell)... but what he's doing, he wasn't 'normal' after all...)

In the midst of deviation and enthusiasm, Dale nevertheless also brought such a penetration to his heart.

Hagel tells me that even tracking the signs (smells) from the land of Tislaw to Kreutz is tough if the conditions are not right.

Vint always said, "If you can do it," but it wasn't just a self-proclaimed thing.

Wait for the early morning of dawn and run in Hagel over Vasuilio.

The state of Vasuilio's city was very different from that of the Larbando country, even for Dale, who looked down from the sky.

I didn't know where to hit the royal castle, but I immediately perceive where the signs of 'God' are strong. It was a "place to serve God" similar to his homeland, set up because of God's grace, unlike "Temple for One" such as Kreutz.

"The Temple of" The Purple God (Banafsegi) "..."

"… the sign of your child (smell) is there"

In Hagel's reply, Dale's mind immediately decided.

"Turn to Latina."

If anything gets in the way, I'll snap everything down.

Hagel sounded complicated in the back of his throat at at Dale's opponent, who didn't even try to hide that will on his own back.

To the point where Dale was confused as to whether this was really the place where the 'Demon King' lived, he was proceeding inside the temple without being hindered by anything.

When discussing the other 'demon kings', it was Dale who had broken into his castle, but it was the first time I could not feel any sign of one so far.

Even the temple is not a single building, but several buildings are built in a vast area.

Hagel shows on the sky, and Dale moves to the back, believing in the feeling of his left hand, which hurts jizzily.

Dale felt something approaching his chest as he arrived in front of the majestic outhouse.

Squeeze your left hand yourself.

I don't know about reason or anything, but I was sure of myself. There are 'shards' in this place that I have lost.

Push and hold the hot and cross a bridge over a shallow, water-tight fountain. A thin cloth swayed in a gentle breeze was held by hand and dived through the entrance.

Latina was there.

I thought I'd hold my breath.

I guess the unfamiliar costumes belong to the Vasuglio style. I lay that on my bedside, wrapped in soft bedding.

Gently, close. It's not a dream, I don't care what if it's a dream, I can't believe it even if I see it, I kill my breath and stand beside it.

I want to touch it, I can't help it. I want to cuddle, I can't help it.

Still, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to do that either, wondering if she would disappear the moment she woke up.

Long eyelashes lay low and I can't see gray gentle colored eyes.

She looked thinner than she remembered, she didn't look very pale. Still, I feel an uncomfortable relief in my regularly rising and falling chest.

Stretch out your trembling fingers in horror.

Slightly touching her soft cheek, she hastily withdrew her hand. Make sure she doesn't disappear and reach out again.

Warm, her plush conveys.

Feeling its pluck, which had always been beside him, to the point where it was too obvious, Dale was to summon his reason. Holding herself clumsily and wanting to kiss her, hold her back.

You can't surprise her by sleeping peacefully like this.

So Dale stroked her head, as he has always done. She strokes her hair smooth and pleasant to the touch, sliding her palms around the root of the corner, which is a 'pleasant' place for her, although she wants to snap.

"Mmm..."

Latina moved slightly. Like a kitten, it leaks an upbeat exhale.

Dale's expression, loose in her loving tricks that remained unchanged, stretched hard the moment she heard her voice.

"Frisos......?

Her brain boiled in an instant at the appearance of her calling someone else's name.

With such an unprotected sleeping appearance, the lines of the body surrounded only by thin silk are also dewy, and all other emotions are repainted to her calling the names of others who are not herself.

At a glance, we can see that this place is a special palace.

I was trying not to think about the mood of the "One Demon King" to keep her as the "Eight Demon Kings" who were supposed to be evil to the other "Demon Kings". I was trying not to think about the possibility of finding out about her in my hometown that I didn't know.

A princess to be loved. The comatose emotions that I felt in the words were also forgotten, the moment I saw her.

That, her only words, made me think back.

"... Huh!?

With both arms restrained by a strong force, which could be called pain, Latina's consciousness surfaced from her fine sleep.

There was no reflexive attempt to escape, nor could a strong force be loosened.

(What... what...?)

Blink eyes seeped with tears in fear and focus. At the same time I realized that being at a surprisingly close distance was a man, I was drawing strength from my body.

My head can't keep up with my body's reactions.

Unconsciously, the head fails to understand the situation against the body that understands and accepts who the other person is.

She didn't even know Dale was here.

"Dale......?

What further confused Latina was Dale's expression.

I'm confused by the fact that I've forgotten everything that I wanted to talk to you about, that I needed to talk to you about.

Latina gasps, remembering her breathlessness, unable to understand that Dale is so jealous of the exfoliation that she is now turning to herself.

All this time, Dale has been pointing a gentle, gentle emotion at Latina. Latina has been spending time wandering around in his warm affection.

She looked up at him, laying herself together with a frightened face, not knowing the reason for the passion close to Dale's wrath that could be directed at her for the first time.

Even Latina's reaction backstrokes Dale's emotions now.

It's a reaction because I feel guilty, I conclude.

"Why...?

"Latina."

Birri and Latina flatter Dale's voice when she asks questions. No matter how angry she was usually, Dale softened her voice if she reacted like that. Yet now Dale didn't try to hide his anger.

"Who is Frisos?

"Dale......?

I don't even know why Dale knew Frisos' name, and Latina got stuck in the words. Once clogged, my voice stopped speaking well.

Scared and tears seep. More unstable now than the joy of meeting one she loves, she has been greatly shaken by the horrors exposed to anger emotions.

"... is that the name of The One Demon King?

"... eh"

Keep staring at Latina, who doesn't have a voice, and Dale looks forward.

Even if he can hide things, Latina, who doesn't lie, shakes his eyes and spells his heart out. Having gained the certainty of the answer he sought with it, he hit her with further questions.

"Where is The One Demon King?

".................. Huh!

Latina's eyes shake wide. Dale had a comatose grin when it was the answer he sought at the end of his slightly running gaze.

"Just a little more, wait...... Latina. Last in One Demon King. Then you'll come back to me."

"So... are you...?

Questioning with a plundering voice, Latina caused her body to tremble with anxiety enough to be crushed. Emotions so similar to deep madness dwelt in Dale today.

"If you do, I'll forgive you all, so wait for me."

Waking herself up, turning her heels back and leaving the room, Latina finally realized that something was about to happen that she didn't want to happen.

"Ya... no... please, Dale... Frisos is... eh"

Not understanding the reason for Dale's anger, she was unaware that her uttering words sheltering Frisos in that way fueled Dale's emotions even more.

In that voice she received on her back, Dale did not even try to hide her hatred, but speeded up Latina's legs as she turned her gaze.