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

Picked up by Dale in the woods south of Kreutz and started living in a tiger cat pavilion, the original Latina was truly a child who would not say my utmost.

I will not rejoice in what I have been given, but I will not say how many things I want from myself. If you were strong enough to look for something you said you wanted to do from yourself, it was something you wanted to help with 'Tiger Cat Pavilion' work and chores.

Already, Dale, who was immediately forced to bone her, leaned his neck against her figure like that.

"Really Latina... I'm not saying one thing..."

I wonder how I would have been when I was about this age.

I initially thought from her appearance, I already have a distant memory of when I was five. When I was eight years old, I felt like I was just thinking about going out and hanging out with my brother the next main education of the clan.

I was also immediately torn apart by my father and grandmother, brought back, and I was forced to train harder, but I kept thinking about how to get out every day without meowing.

Not very much, but he wasn't a listening child like Latina.

"That place is definitely cute! Isn't that too 'good boy'?

To Dale's doubts, Kennis also slightly engraved a wrinkle between his brows.

"That kid looks a lot smarter. I guess I know where I stand."

"You don't even have to worry about children..."

Dale sighs at Kenneth's words, too.

Latina is an unjustifiably smart kid. I understand that Dale, who is inherently without edge or affiliation, is' lucky to have 'the status quo that is taking care of him.

At that young age, I'm not surprised to think that you're not in a position to say all about me, not all about me.

"I don't want to live like a child."

"Dale......"

"Kids are sweet for adults."

Kenneth sighed slightly, knowing a young man who had left the town at an age still young and had been pretending to be an 'adult' since that time.

The young man, who didn't like to sweeten or rely on the adults around him, makes me wonder why he doesn't want his little girlfriend to think that.

"If it's for Latina, I'm gonna do my best."

"Don't forget your weight because you can do it indefinitely."

Still, Kennis didn't forget to just stab the nail.

"Latina, don't come with me on the 'Night Festival of the Red God (Ahmal)' day because I'm off too"

"" The Night Festival of the Red God (Ahmal) "?

Repeat and snap your neck. and tilted Latina, Dale smiled and took over the words.

"It's the busiest festival in the city. The night is real, but it's been busy since daylight. Let's watch and walk."

"With Dale?

"Oh, come with me."

Latina's expression looses on the word. Dale had a loose grin on her condition that was simply hard to describe as a smile.

"I don't know if I'd like to hang out with friends, but there's plenty of room during the festival, so it's dangerous for kids to wander around alone."

"It's fun with Chloe, but with Dale, I'm happier."

As soon as I saw Latina laughing at him, Dale's self-control meter swung.

I hug Latina in my arms and wiggle around her.

"Latina is really cute...... sorry, I really want to be with Latina every day, too. I want to leave all my work alone and be with Latina!

"Dale, Dale, Latina, you're gonna be fine."

"Latina doesn't want to be with me?

To Dale, who asked a little lonely, Latina answers after just looking down a little bit. The expression said eloquently that he was just being strong and patient.

"Latina, I'm so happy with Dale."

The toddler obviously looked more patient and self-restrained, but it had nothing to do with the useless adult giving up on weighing himself.

"I want to retire quickly and have a life where I just stick with Latina every day..."

The statement was already terminal.

To Dale's words, Latina leaned her neck a little and thought about it, yeah. and looked determined.

"Then I will. You don't have to be upset, Dale."

To the word is not Dale, who cannot honestly snort. He doesn't want her to feed him, and most importantly, if she serves her job, she'll have limited time to stick around, and it's a real fall.

But I don't think you can deny such a healthy statement.

As a result, Dale rubbed his cheeks in time with Latina in his arms.

"Latina is a really good girl... why is she so cute... eh"

Kenneth sighed half a sigh, not resting his hand wiping the table.

"Latina wouldn't really do it..."

It was so easy to imagine that Kenneth threw the cloth towel in her hand with a subtle face in the bucket.

On the day of the "Night Festival of the Red God (Ahmal)," Latina was sleeving through new clothes.

It is a pale pink piece of approximation, ordered from Chloe's house for her birthday month celebration. It was superior clothing to see, with floral decorative embroidery.

Feeling unwell and delighted with her new clothes, Latina was stroking her clothes hem to stretch her wrinkles for restlessness.

"You look great, Latina."

"Ain't that right?

"You're getting cute."

Ask Rita to tie her hair up and tie a large decorative string (ribbon). Rita smiled satisfactorily after fine-tuning the shape of the bowknot's spline.

"Yes, I could. But it's a shame. One piece is such a beautiful color that it would be nice to have a matching decorative string (bow)."

The peach decorative string (ribbon) that appeared in Latina's platinum hair was a dark-colored object she loved. It fully adds to her adorability, but the fact that the piece is superior makes me think it would be nice to have something to go with the trinket as well.

"Well, men don't have that idea..."

Rita knows that adventurers don't have such delicate consideration for men in the business.

"Ugly colors?

"Latina's hair is light, so maybe it's not a good color that's too thin..."

"That's nasty."

"Right."

Hmm. And to the roaring Latina, Rita laughs bitterly, too. But soon afterwards, he eased his expression gently.

"But it's a girl's privilege."

"What?

"'Cause going out with one special person and wanting to dress cuter than usual is the girl's' natural 'thing"

Yeah, Rita told me, and Latina seemed a little lit up, Phew. and smiled.

Dale welcomed her when he saw Latina, who had made more of a mockery than usual, breaking up his rapport loosely.

"I don't know what to do, it's not enough to say she's cute. She's cute."

To Dale's only praise, Latina smiled embarrassingly and looked up at him.

"Thank you, Dale."

"Thank you very much."

After imitating Latina's "usual response," Dale offered her hand to escort the little lady (Lady).

"Well, let's go."

"Ugh."

When they walked out of the Tiger Cat Pavilion with their hands together, they walked out in the central direction of the festival.

There is still time before the 'Night Festival' begins.

For this reason, Dale turned to the East Side, a commercial district. Latina rounds her eyes to an unparalleled number of people.

Loving her reaction like that, Dale held up Latina.

"I don't know because there's more of one than usual. Tired?"

"Yeah. Latina, I'm just surprised. Lots of them."

"We've got tourists coming for the festival."

Looking at Latina as she slowed down, she didn't get drunk, she even seemed to enjoy the vibrant city air.

Latina has nothing to do with herself, so Dale puts her into the eyes that observe her. Whenever I looked ahead and stopped looking because I was interested, I slowed down my walking speed in front of the appropriate store.

Dale stopped and stepped back a few more steps because he realized that Latina was eager to see something.

Latina looks surprised at Dale's behavior. Dale smiled at her and opened the store door.

"Ooh..."

It was a racing shop.

Dale alone is the kind of store that never enters. The stores, where the hustle and bustle of the table are as quiet as lies, are lined with narrow areas and various objects, as if to exhibit framed paintings.

Dale grates the latina he was walking with on the floor.

"It's brilliant."

Even if he was interested, he turned to water for her not to mention it. So Latina finally started looking at the item nearby.

"Beautiful."

Latina looks shiatsu, as if to see how it is made after giving a lucid look to the delicate craftsmanship.

Like window shopping, it is the nature of men to feel painful and unable to take an interest in purposeful shopping for a woman who is not purposeful and can be satisfied just by looking at the item.

Dale should have been bored even after a few minutes in such a store, where he could not have stirred up pieces of willingness to buy either.

But...

(Just looking at Latina, me, I'll be fine forever)

He was, as usual, a normal driver.

"Latina, do you like it?

"Just watching, I'd love to. It's beautiful."

In a way, in response as expected, Dale had a slightly troubled face and still a corresponding look on his face to 'smile'.

"Oh well."

Dale answered lightly, calling the clerk to order lacemaking flower decorations.

"Dale?"

"Hey, don't move."

Koten. and curiously tilting latina, ask the clerk to decorate her decorative string (ribbon) knot.

"Yeah. I knew Latina was cute"

The white lace flower decorations on the dark pink also showed well with differences in color brightness. Originally to her adorable appearance, the decoration reinforces the impression.

Dale's usual comments are so convincing that he can't help it.

A little late, Latina, heh. and smiled happily.

Already, for Dale, he smiled so much that he was shot out of his heart and smothered.

"Later, this is a gift too."

Latina asks her to wrap the lace decorative string (ribbon) she was particularly keen to watch. Just don't say it, it was something Dale could tell from watching her all the time by her side to the extent that Latina was blinded by it.

Latina grabbed it in her chest when she received the wrap with a surprised face.

"Thanks, Dale."

Because of that smile, Dale's expression made me think that I could buy all the items from this store.

There was a book of nights, and by the time the "Night Festival" began in earnest, Dale held Latina for a festival sight in the crowd stream.

It was a latina that sparkled with gray eyes in the queue of priestly soldiers whose armor reflected the bonfire, and in the dance of witches who let thin objects roam. It was the 'Fire Flowers' that colored the night sky that she seemed most incapable of containing her curiosity.

At first, when the sound of the explosion seemed thunderous and scary, it was a latina that held onto Dale all the time, but when it became the flaming flower of the great wheel and lit up the night sky, it seemed that at some point it had forgotten its fear.

"Hey, Latina."

"What?"

I put my mouth in her ear holding it in my arm and asked.

Instead of raising a loud voice to deliver a voice without being disturbed by the stirring of a large crowd and the hustle and bustle of "Fire Flowers", pack the distance.

"Are you having fun?

"Yeah."

"Right."

To an unmistakable response, Dale loosens his expression.

(Even if Latina wants me to be able to say more about my feelings and my best... you don't even have to rush me like that...)

"Latina, come see me again next year with you"

"With Dale?

"Oh."

Just the reaction of holding me around my neck all the time is enough now.

That's what Dale thought, putting just a little bit of strength into his arms holding a precious little girl.

There is no need to rush. Next year and beyond - you just have to use the time you can spend with her slowly and pay attention so she can be healthy like her.

I'm still the 'guardian' of New America, but as I get older that way, I'll be one or which 'guardian'.

At the same time he looked up in the sky, and Dale smiled with Latina at the brilliance of the blooming big round of flaming flowers.