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

While Frisos was turning his consciousness to the 'throne' to unseal Latina, Dale was a thoughtful biter of his helplessness.

Even with his mighty power as a Demon Nation, he suffers from the fact that he cannot do anything about himself that is not a 'Demon King'.

I understand it with my head.

What we can and cannot do is bound to exist for everyone, and I guess there is a role for each of us.

Still, what you can only pray for, what you can only wait for, is terribly painful.

(So I... if I can make it out of a sword, even if I can... you chose to do so...)

Dale turned his gaze to Latina and Frisos. I could only bear the urge to hold Latina together if Frisos told me that my extra interference would be an element of uncertainty.

The two sisters, lined up on the bedside, are as beautiful as they sigh, even from the anxiously rocking Dale.

Platinum hair spreading over fine sheets glows gently containing light, and the two limbs, once again slightly different in shape, draw soft curves on each.

The color of their eyes, the biggest difference between them, is now invisible.

(Platinum... platinum and Frisos... golden... or you two had a pair of names)

I exchanged words with Frisos for a short time, but to the point where I was not anxious to keep Latina, I knew perfectly well that she cared about Latina, her sister princess.

As the "One Demon King," it gets complicated when I ask myself if I have any anger for sealing Latina.

Still, now, it seemed good not to have to kill Frisos.

It was Frisos who woke up first.

"... Huh!

"Even if you don't look like that, there's no way the rest will be damaged."

Frisos' voice had the power to include his opponent, saying that it would be an unfounded void.

Frisos woke up half-hearted and gently stroked Latina's head.

"I can't say I've unsealed everything. Platinum will pay for many of the powers he should have been able to exercise as the Demon King."

"... right"

"Still, as we do now, we should take off situations where we can't even move. If other Demon Kings reappear and strengthen their power, Platinum may be affected... but we can't risk our lives anymore."

To Frisos' answer, Dale also finally pulls the force out of his shoulder. Latina's head took her hand gently because it had become monopolized by Frisos.

Hands I always walked with a connection. I couldn't even breathe in the relief that I was able to take this hand again.

Latina slowly opened her eyes as Frisos and Dale watched.

Latina, who was blurring and looking at the ceiling, blinks a few times before realizing what Dale and the others look like. Dale called her name in a trembling voice to her loose-looking smile.

"Latina......"

"Platinum"

Frisos' voice also has the joy and relief of not trying to hide it.

"Dale... Lisso..."

It was Dale's limit of patience when Latina, who called Frisos by his nickname as a young child, understood that he had called his name before about his sister.

"Latina!

"Hih...... ahh"

Cuddle with all your strength. It was Dale, who had gained strength far beyond the ordinary man, but could not control it and not tighten it enough to torment her.

I couldn't pull it off to Latina, who raised a surprise voice, or to Frisos, who looked at me dissatisfied.

"Latina...... Latina!

"Dale, you know, Dale..."

Even the bewildering voice of Latina makes Dale rejoice in being able to hear her voice, itself.

"Dale... you know... me, what I have to say... what I have to apologize for..."

"It's okay."

My voice tangled in the back of my throat.

Frisos, with a slight shoulder clasp, descends from the top of the sleeping table. Feeling quietly behind the room, Dale murmured a word of gratitude in his heart.

I would not want to leave Latina myself, but I would appreciate it if you gave me that time first.

"You're safe... you're just back... and I'm fine"

Latina changed her expression when she realized Dale's voice was trembling.

Bewildered, he pulls out his strength from the body he was trying to pull back and delves, but leaves it to him.

"Dale......"

Latina turned her arm around Dale's back and held him tight.

stroke its back so that it labors gently.

"Latina."

Latina swallowed the words and bit her lips at the look of Dale shaking her shoulders.

Latina had never seen Dale cry before.

Dale was always the one who comforted himself with a hug.

Latina desperately swallowed the 'painful thing' she had been scooping up. It was harder and more painful 'things' than when I myself cried.

I can't find a word to say. I always wanted to do what Dale did to me, but I didn't know what to do.

"Dale... sorry... sorry..."

"Huh...!

Understand that the feeling on your shoulders, the feeling of wetness, is overflowing with hot stuff from the face of the pressed Dale. Dale shook his head slightly at the words of apology Latina had managed to say.

"What I can't protect is, above all, scary... please, let me protect you... don't let me taste the pain of not letting anything taste, give me..."

My breath hurts.

Rather than being held tight, Latina gasped, knowing what she had done.

"Sorry......"

Latina didn't find any other words.

Indulge in seemingly zero tears. Now I thought it wasn't me who was good to cry.

"Sorry......"

There were no more words, just Dale hugging herself, Latina stroking her back and all she could do was work.

Eventually Dale raised his face, besides his red-eyed eyes, smiling to hide even what he had been crying about.

Ruthlessness, including madness, is not in its expression when it waves its sword and continues to slaughter the Demon King.

Latina also smiled, depending on Dale.

That couldn't be called a grin from the bottom of my heart. Latina was tempted to understand one end of what she had done. My chest was painful and I was about to cry zero.

Still, now, Latina thought the only thing she could do was smile for him. I figured I had to respond with what I could because I knew Dale would want it.

"Dale......"

No matter how many times you repeat it, look for something other than words of apology that will never be enough. I'm sure that's not what I'm supposed to say for Dale.

"I missed you......"

"I missed you too, Latina."

Never trying to blame herself, Dale said she didn't want to apologize, and Latina was desperate for tears.

(I just made a mistake... I wonder why I can't...)

Yes, while I felt the annoyance of Latina, who was blaming herself, everything didn't matter to Dale anymore.

I think I'll get her back in my arms and make it.

Everything didn't matter whether we had butchered the Demon Kings or the world situation that was devastated by the 'disaster'.

In front of precious, dear beings, my mind tolerates cutting them off when it comes to the end. The way I am as the 'only family' who makes her the 'Lord' affirms my own mood that I have originally had.

Not her, but herself, that's what I've laid down.

As a reason to push her back, the proof of her left hand was above all a absolution mark, that it was good to put her first on everything.

That's why it's good.

"Latina...... really, good.... Don't go anywhere on your own..."

"... yeah. Dale......"

Latina's in her arms, and she smiles. That alone pays off everything. It was my desire above all else that the plumage that was normal to me came back.

(I... must have made a lot of mistakes... than I thought I would...)

I wasn't even willing to blame Latina for grabbing her wrist bracelet all the time and trembling with thoughts about her sins.

Even though I knew it would be easier in some cases to blame, I didn't intend to.