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

Dale pointed his gaze toward the entrance of the room only, with his arms holding Latina loose.

The truth is, nothing but Latina is in a mood I don't want to put into my own sight, but I can't help but think of her safety.

The entrance and exit have no doors and the thin cloth is only shaken by the wind. It must be adapted to this hot land.

Until earlier, on this occasion, where there was little sign of one, there are now multiple signs moving.

(One, two... no hostility, right? After that... is that Frisos?)

Even following only the signs, I quickly found out about Frisos. If she explores the signs again, it also wraps up something similar to Latina.

- - Although similar, I didn't mean to mistake Latina for anyone.

Dale speculates that other signs would be samurai, given that Frisos is able to follow.

(It was about the location of the building in the rear palace... adjacent to the Queen's living space... even if there is a guard, access for men would be restricted...)

Think about yourself, the unusual intruder, on the shelf.

(If that's what you think... Latina was isolated in a safe place)

Such a lovely latina sleeps defenselessly in her weakness. I've already decided to stir up my asylum appetite. If that's all, I still can't help but ignite the desire to make it a doomsday.

But I'm patient now.

Latina's body, which has lost a little weight as a result of being sick for a long time, has damaged the comfort of holding her best. It's painful and hard.

Spoil it, spoil it, spoil it.

Let me cure you and spend plenty of time with you. Let's just spend some time together.

Speaking of which, the aroma that wraps up is slightly different. Is it different from the fragrance oil I always use? But I knew she smelled good.

Dale, thinking about it, was completely back to normal (zannen) specifications (mode).

Put Latina on her own knees like she was a young girl, and lay her arms around her. As he smelled his hair, he buried his face around his shoulder and pressed his lips against it.

It was very healing. The double effect of plush and aromatic was remarkable.

Seriously, everything's getting better.

Driven by the desire of the two of us to roll on the sleeping table like this and spoil her with all our spirits. Nevertheless, I can't put my trust in the self-control of how far I can 'make it sweet' on her opponent, who is not at this rate.

Only such rational judgment held Dale back now.

(But if it's just for a little while, I guess it's good...)

Reason was wind front lights, grumpy.

The thread of tension was plumply cut off. The recoil makes me want to sloppy with all my might. If you say it in a blasted way, now I just want to flirt with Latina.

(Sounds good...)

And when Dale began to seep through the signs leading to the carnivore, there was a chilling glass noise from across the entrance.

Latina in her arms raises her voice when Dale wonders.

"*****"

(Hmm...? Doubt, I guess)

The voice that Latina did what was the same as the spell language. That word, which is the mother tongue for the 'Demon Nation', is difficult to say that Dale, the wizard, is perfect for conversation, although he can use it. It was possible to the extent of picking up the meaning of the word in the end.

Two women drooling thin goldsmith ornaments in the corners came in and drooped their heads.

Latina spoke quietly to the demonic women in a simple costume of alignment.

"*****"

"********"

Dale couldn't hear half of the conversations he had.

"****** **************"

"**……"

"*************"

"*********"

"********"

Leaning her neck, Latina looks up at Dale.

"You know... in Vasilio, only one of us in the temple has decorations on the corners. If you look at the corner decorations, you know the role more or less. Because only Frisos, the 'Demon King', and one of the Demons, and later the high priests, are allowed to use multiple colors in their decorations. You can't wear a crown like a human king."

The women in front of them, who wear monochromatic goldsmiths' ornaments, are still women who fall for the samurai.

Dale understands that the privileged class equivalent to the royal nobility of the human race will become the 'Demon King' and his family.

"To me, like a customer. I guess Frisos put it through for a good reason... I don't know why"

"Right."

"********"

After interpreting the conversation to Dale, Latina informed the samurai of her acceptance.

"**"

Take it, one samurai bows her head and leaves the room.

After seeing the remaining samurai, Latina pointed her troubled face at Dale.

"Dale......"

"What?

"Customer, you're coming..."

"Right."

"... I'd like you to grate me..."

"I don't like it."

Dale didn't move at all, either, to the appearance of Latina's confusion, who was restrained (grumbled) by Dale on her knees.

Latina becomes an increasingly troubled face when she replies just to me about what she's talking about.

"You know... I'm wearing it now, it's a sleeping roll"

"Right. That's right."

"I want to get dressed..."

"Right."

"Dale, I need you to let me go... change my clothes... I can't"

"Really?"

Dale didn't try to let go of Latina, even though he was cordially and politely told the obvious.

Still, Dale couldn't expose this unprotected outfit to anyone else. I can understand that, but even for a second, I had no choice because I had decided not to leave anymore.

"If you can't get dressed, can't you?

"Uh... uh..."

"You can't do it, so you can't help it. So keep it together, gibberish."

In a nutshell, Latina fought even more against the 'sin' of what she did to how 'it is getting worse intensely' Dale looked.

Originally, Latina's memories have been almost absent since the "Seal" by the Demon King. I kept sleeping most of the time and couldn't help but think while I was awake.

For this reason, the time of separation from Dale for Latina began the other day. Still, I was beginning to guess from how Dale was doing that it was never a short one.

A samurai who doesn't see much emotion can also see how confused she is.

Latina let her gaze swim gratefully because she knew that one of them was holding back for her change of clothes.

Without even telling her the visit, Frisos came in there again.

Without even looking at the samurai who droops her head, she turns to the two people who hug each other on the sleeping table and sits down.

"" Frisos… ""

"" After all, did this happen? ""

Sighing in pitiful voices Latina, Frisos turns a low voice to Dale, who is not at all obsessed with the word eye-catching.

Let go of the platinum.

"I don't like it."

"Left."

Frisos, who unexpectedly received so lightly, looks back behind him.

"That's right. Allow in."

To Frisos' words, Latina was even more grated by the way she was surprised, but Dale was completely unconcerned.

But Dale also looks a little like a guest who came into the room.

At the very least, it was a shock to the extent that it led to the decision that it was possible to turn its awareness to the Guest.

"We're out of time, Dear Dale"

Rose, shaking her bright rosy hair, gave her a quiet smile and thanked her like a lady.

"Latina, too, seems to be safely 'back' above all. To His Majesty the King of Gold, with your permission in advance, should I call you Princess Platinum?

"The customer was Rose..."

Latina, with a surprised look, beckoned Rose.

Even a clear bow of your head would be unbearable in the present situation.

"Frisos is a 'king', but I have no authority whatsoever. Vasuilio does not inherit power under a hereditary system unlike in the Larband country…"

With a slightly troubled face, Latina took on more words.

"In an official setting, you should probably use the real name...... I'm not really used to that name that way, so it's better as always"

"Okay. So be it."

Latina and Rose are more like sisters than friends because of the difference in age. Still, it didn't change the fact that they were close.

"Sorry I'm late to say hello, Master Rose. It's good to see you for a long time. And..."

Latina said so and saw an ageless beauty behind Rose who refrained from acting like a servant.

"Hermine, you look good too..."

The blue-eyed beauty who tied up her blonde hair responded to Latina's words by grinning.

Meanwhile, to the sudden emergence of a bad beauty, Dale went into the act of leaving her body only slightly from Latina.

Still, Latina was still on Dale's lap and was not released from bondage.