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

For the first time to know, Latina, driven to the poles of confusion, often remained down on her bedside.

I manage to get my upper body up, even though I remember the feeling of my vision turning around.

"Excuse me, Rose... I'm surprised..."

"Apparently, Dale really couldn't tell Latina that you have the ability to be a 'brave man'... I thought Latina knew exactly what 'work' Dale is doing with his younger father because it's about the Demon King and his family."

"I was trying not to listen to Dale's work... so I thought that the important work I received from one of the great people in the country might contain confidential matters that should not be divulged..."

Latina now did not know that Dale's covenant owner was the Duke of Erdystedt, Chancellor of the Land of Larband, nor until that time when Dale fell ill and decided to head to the King's Capital.

It was also then that Gregor's qualities were learned, and Latina accepts Gregor's introduction to herself, whom she met in person just before, without any doubt.

This thought of Latina also affected her childhood, when she saw Vasuilio's highest clerical mother, Mov, and her parents, her father Smaragudi, who had a great say as an educator, being strict in the management of information learned from that position.

"Normal Town Daughter" was a fundamental thought that, in the case of Latina, was a little off.

"Dale..." The Demon King of Disaster "... you defeated him"

"Master Dale has become famous all over the world. As far as the" two demon kings "are concerned, only my youngest father and Vassilio know, but we know that Dale focuses on the" four demon kings "and the" seven demon kings "."

"Dale... I'm glad you're safe..."

Whimpering, Latina wondered if her 'protection' would have stayed in Dale, having been retained to be sealed, rather than extinguished (by) the 'Demon King of Reason'.

If "God" refers to one end of the "power" that He has given one as "protection," then perhaps the "power" that the inferior God named "Demon King" entrusts to his own family can also be called "protection".

What Latina entrusted to Dale was something akin to prayer.

His wish for safety. It was always the thought that Latina had, that he could be protected from anything, even with all the power he had.

Without even thinking that what 'Demon King' gives to his subordinates was Dale's transformation into a non-standard 'Demon Nation' as a result of being caged of forces of different dimensions, Latina exhaled softly that her powers, if at all, would have been good if they had been of help to him.

(But what about that "throne"... Dale, the demon king besides "disaster"...?)

If Dale was a 'brave man', Dale would have realized immediately that it was not the brave man's power that had harmed him, the 'demon king'. It was something Latina herself had told him that a being capable of harming the Demon King other than the 'brave man' was another Demon King.

(My seal was loosened because the seal was shaken by the power of the 'brave'...?)

Looking back at the temperamental consciousness, the Lord of the Three 'Thrones' had already been broken when Latina regained consciousness. Nearly half the demon kings were debated, which would have diminished the effectiveness of the seal.

From the former, it is a sealing ceremony assembled in a penetration under the common purpose of "sealing the eight demon kings". The irregular presence of "Be Brave and Demonic" was supposed to affect him less.

"Has the Demon King of Disaster suddenly been activated?

"Yes."

"Do you know why?

"No. But originally The Demon King of Disaster was an avenging being around only with his own thoughts. It is the interpretation of many that we cannot ask for a reason for behavior like the eclampsia of a young child."

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(I wonder if it's my fault... or something that Dale and Frisos wouldn't want me to know...)

Latina was tightened to her thoughts because she knew that the kind ones cared more about herself than anyone else.

"By the Demon King of Disaster... the victims... a lot, you're out..."

(That's not all... Demon King other than disaster, because of me... even though I didn't do anything... because of me...)

Seeing Latina with a terrible complexion, Rose gently stroked its back. Bickly bouncing Latina had a childlike look on the verge of crying out.

Make sure to wrap Latina's hand around it. Rose shakes it.

It seemed to convey twitching with the muddy hands, even to the warm Rose's heart. A gentle blue eye watched Latina at a close distance.

"I don't see why Latina blames herself so much. You want to talk to me?

Opening her mouth slightly, Latina grabbed her mouth and shook her head to the left and right.

Latina's reaction was also within her expectations, so Rose caged her strength in a slightly bitter gripping hand.

"If you can't talk to me, why don't you talk to Master Dale or His Majesty the Demon King? I'm sure you two would like to be relied upon by Mr. Latina."

"Lady Rose..."

At the same time that the plundered voice came out, Latina overflowed with large tears.

Latina was then sweetened by Rose's tenderness to hear nothing, just crying.

(Must have... I... made a lot of people unhappy, as in "Prophecy"...)

Latina was about to be crushed to the point of not being able to breathe because she was still a sinner and deserved to be considered a sinner.

Because I thought so - - Latina may have, in a way, been waiting for a being to disprove herself.

Latina, who was crying like a young child, noticed the presence of looking at herself from a terribly quiet perspective.

Blurring, he shivers his whole body to a feeling similar to that of fright, and turns to his gaze, his vision seeping in tears.

"Hermine......"

The little voices that plundered contained more fright than I thought I would.

Rose, who visited Vasilio without one of the samurai, seemed to entrust hermine of the same sex with the task of matching it as well. Hermine, who is also an escort, always follows Rose.

That is why her quiet refrain in the corner of this detached house, Latina's current private room, is no reason to blame.

But Latina ran Zhu on her cheek, exposing hermine to crying like a child who could do nothing.

Current Latina, mentally and physically weak, but nevertheless regained her natural height of retention in the sober appearance of a bad person.

Wipe with both hands the tears that flow down your cheeks, reflexively.

In front of this one, the strength of losing brought his head if he didn't want to expose himself to pity.

Hermine was also staring at Latina like that with a terribly calm gaze.

I didn't like Latina about her.

A laid back, older woman. Beautiful one who has a lot of things he can't grow up with.

Moving her forward, Latina feels like she can really poke at what she's missing.

No matter how much I knew myself, it made my mind heavier to look directly at those parts of me.

And most importantly, I was the one who knew about Dale, who I didn't know.

I just don't want to lose to her.

At its heart, to Latina, who raised her face, Hermine turned to a grin of some terrible impression.