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

Rose also noticed immediately that the unusual Latina was concerned about Helminese's gaze. Still, she didn't say anything. Rose apparently decided to keep an eye on the situation.

Above all, Latina, without even trying to lean down any longer, had wet grey eyes with tears, taking hermine's gaze straight from the top.

"... Though I thought it was a lot bigger, it still looks like a little girl, doesn't it?

Eventually Latina frowned all the time at the words uttered by Hermine, but never denied them.

"You don't mind me reprimanding His Royal Highness the King and Sister of Vasilio for being such a mouth-waterer...?

"... in this country, I have no power or authority whatsoever. I don't care what you say to me personally, as long as you don't take my intentions lightly."

Latina knew that Frisos cared more about herself than anyone else. And that intention of Frisos, the 'king' of this country, should be weighed down, Latina understood.

But at the same time Latina, admonishing herself that she had no authority whatsoever, did not consider herself excessively spoiled by the power of Frisos.

So now, no matter how 'painful' Helminese's words were to me, I didn't want to escape in the name of Frisos.

To Latina's response, Hermine smiles thinly.

That look alone didn't tell me what she thought of Latina.

"The southern region suffered tremendously as a result of the erosion of the 'Four Demon Kings', the Raband nation said. By the time it is rebuilt, the national power will be greatly shredded. Other countries bordering the border seem to be taking advantage of this to make disturbing moves."

Hermine's words were supposed to be 'what I want to hear' for Latina. Still hearing what had happened was more painful than I imagined.

"The Seven Demon Kings have destroyed several small countries east of Rabband. I can't believe there have been so many sacrifices, so mildly unspeakable."

…………

Hermine saw Latina holding her hand so hard that her joints turned white, remaining blue in the face. The expression remained a faint smile.

"Because there's no reason for you to cry, is there? Or is there a 'reason to just cry'?

"... eh"

Latina felt painful, even just breathing. I realise to myself that I have also recognized the words of Hermine, which I cannot even dispute.

"Even if there was a 'reason', that's why I can't believe I can only cry... 'Lady', so I guess there's no choice."

The smile that the hermine floats turns into something of obvious ridicule.

Latina scolded herself leaning over and raised her face firmly.

"... I am"

A plundering bitter voice, but Latina did not divert her gaze from the hermine.

"Sure, it's immature. There's nothing you can do… it's true."

Just a little bit of hermine opened his bright eyes.

"All you can do is cry, it's a fact that you're immature... still, still..."

Wiping her floating tears, Latina put more and more effort into her voice.

"Well, I'll think about it. What I have done. What should I have done... and what I can do from now on"

Latina ran out of words, not leaning down any more, but pointing her eyes at the hermine, which contained the light of firm will.

Helminette replies to such a Latina figure, laughing and provoking as a cousin.

"Yes. Do it and see, 'little lady'"

After leaving the palace for a little while, Rose looked back at the person behind her.

"Don't let them do anything too mean"

To Rose's words, Hermine smiled and glanced a little over her shoulder.

"It made me wanna be a little mean."

"Latina's 'young' will mean that, given her age, she still won't be able to do it"

"Hey."

Couscous laughed, and Helminet looked just a little far-sighted.

"But 'child growth' is faster than I thought. When I saw you before, though you were a little girl like a kitten biting at anything."

Hermine recalls a young girl who was revolting against everything she said "not tiny" about her words. She was a young girl, worthy of everything, who could only see things in her subjectivity, not from an objective point of view.

"To the extent that I can properly acknowledge my 'immaturity', that means I'm an adult."

That's what Helmine said and smiled. Rose sighs and gazes at the woman who has lived far longer than she has.

I don't mean to spoil you too much, but still, for Rose, Latina is a cute 'sister' who admires herself. Seeing it done unilaterally wasn't a very interesting sight.

"I don't think being mean means having no 'grown-ups'."

"Hey. Neither have I."

Hermine laughing couscous never moved into Rose's words either, just smiling.

"Because I saw Dale's face like that, I wanted to be mean."

Just a little bit, Rose looked at her with a different emotional caged helminese voice than before, losing her temper to argue.

"Looks like you were really cornered, that kid (...). I haven't seen him like that in a long time... dude... I haven't either"

Shortly before he was to accompany Rose to Vasuilio, Hermine was meeting with Dale at the Duke of Erdystedt's house.

Dale, who takes off his trademark black coat and responds to a voice hailing him as the 'platinum brave', wrapped around his shining half-armor, on the outside, saw no feelings. He was responding with a heroic look that just glowed, worthy of the two newly acquired names.

But in Helminese's eyes, Dale's face as a 'boy' was shadowed.

I saw there a shadow of my time as a troubled and tormented 'boy' in the feeling of killing 'one' for the role he was given as a 'brave man'.

Helmine at that time didn't know what Dale was being hunted down by 'what', but he was convinced to meet again in Vasilio.

Cuddling Latina, looking close to dependence, drowning.

If you don't want to lose it again, if you lose it, you can't stay yourself - that look desperate was too much of a sight to see that 'she (Latina) was the reason' that Dale was about to break, even if you didn't know the details.

As I used to be familiar, I wanted to be a little 'mean'.

I don't know what Latina was mourning, and I don't think she needs to know. I don't even know what I did and Dale was in all that pain as a result.

So I'm not going to preach, and I'm not going to be able to interject with the argument. It's only 'mean' based on my subjectivity and emotions.

Because of what you did, Dale was suffering so much -- helminous, somewhat of a payback.

Admitting one's immaturity and immaturity to a 'hate' opponent would have been an indulgence for that high-handed girl.

But I have to give you credit for being able to admit it. Is that a step away from changing the perception of 'little girl'?

Hermine thought so and groaned over and over again.

"It's really fast growing up."