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

Latina held her knees in the corner of her bedroom for a while after Hermine and Rose left the Palace. Rolling in the stiffness, depressing the clutter and the turning over. Without worrying about disturbing the garment, the hem rolls over the rolling clap and the legs remain dewy to a prominent position.

"... Huh"

Sighs overflowed.

I whine like I tell myself because no one listens.

"... all failures. I haven't been able to grow... me..."

To Hermine, yeah, I told him, but I didn't know what to do.

As a result, Frisos helped himself, but it was not surprising that the Eight Demon Kings (Jibu), certified as "enemies" by the other Demon Kings, were extinguished at that time.

Hiding and running, I didn't think I could get away with it. And then, until the time I found myself, the demon kings thought it was the only way to find out about themselves, even if it was scorching everything.

If he had revealed to Dale that he was being targeted as an 'enemy' by other demon kings, he would have tried to protect himself even at his own expense. As much as Dale thought of himself that way, I wanted to protect him myself. I didn't want 'Sacrifice' to be.

Dale isn't the only one. Kreutz, where he lives, would also have been directly targeted by the Demon Kings. Friends, city people and the gentle memorable streets that nurtured me for a long time all wanted to protect me for Latina.

And Frisos.

We were born together, our precious selves. I was born because of everything, the only sisters with the same blood.

All the precious beings and the lives of one tiny self.

I can't put it on the scale. If I could protect one of my loved ones, I wouldn't have spared my life.

"But... I might even do that... because Dale couldn't have given up easily..."

I didn't want you to force me.

Besides, I had no idea that Dale, called first class as an adventurer, would turn all demon kings against his enemies into reckless things, into execution.

- But it's also true that I didn't think it was possible at all. "Dale might do it," that's why I thought, even if I didn't know what the circumstances were, I intuitively thought of "The Misery Between the Thrones" as Dale's place of business.

"I wonder what I should have done..."

I thought if I was alone, the situation would go back to 'ex'.

I didn't think "Demon King of Disaster" would ravage the other side.

I never thought Dale would hurt 'The Demon King' other than a disaster without any sin.

"... I wonder if it was my best 'sin' that didn't think about it..."

Looking back at herself, which had just been flushed, to a situation that had changed so dramatically - Latina was powerless and pressed her cheek against the pillow.

"Latina?"

As it was, Latina woke up to a voice calling herself. Dale's face looks worried nearby.

"What's up?

Anxiety seeped into the gentle voice, and Latina thought about why. Dale is palm and wraps her cheeks softly. I stroked around my eyes so my fingertips would soften. So Latina remembered that she had fallen asleep, keeping the marks of her crying.

"Boss..."

Answer me and hold my mouth.

Though I've thought about it, the 'answer' hasn't come out yet. Still, it was also true that I decided that I wasn't just going to lean down and cry anymore.

"... I was thinking. I made a lot of mistakes."

"Latina?"

"I hurt a lot about Dale, too. I suffered a lot. I'm sorry, it's very, very scarce... but I thought I shouldn't stop thinking about what I should have done."

Dale, smiling slightly at his words, caresses his cheeks and head gently as he is.

Though a gentle caged gaze of mercy and a gentle caress are his tricks that I love - so Latina opened her eyes as gray as a stiffness.

(... that's not all I made a mistake forgetting)

Second, it came down to that idea.

"I was wrong" - something I knew more about back in the day. That when I was a 'child', I would always have thought I would, but I'd forgotten sometime.

(I...)

When Dale told me to "get married," and my childhood thoughts came true - I'd forgotten when I was floating and dreaming.

What I wanted to be was "cute" to Dale and not being able to be cute unilaterally. Then it's no different than when it was' My Pretty Daughter '. That's not enough for the' adult woman 'I wanted to be.

(I wanted to be an adult next door to Dale… I wanted to be able to support Dale…)

I'm just being unilaterally cute with Dale right now. When I was happy, I was satisfied with it (...), I had even lost sight of who I wanted to be.

"Lady," I can't help it if they call me. That's just what I was called, a 'child'.

"... I knew I made a lot of mistakes..."

"Really?

"That's right. I just made a mistake... so Dale also said no when it's not working properly... he wanted me to do this, say what Dale thinks properly..."

I woke up in Vassilio. I remember to myself the words Dale said in a bloody voice.

Dale's words seemed too spicy and his chest was about to rip open. "Let me protect you," it was the same thing for me, which is why I don't know what I should have done, it was his intention.

"I made a mistake... but I wanted to protect Dale. It's true."

"... oh. Right... Latina would have done that too... I figured it out"

With a troubled face, Latina gently touched both hands of Dale affirming about herself.

"Because that's how Dale is always so sweet...... me, I was so sweet on Dale. Dale would have forgiven me for everything I did... it was sweet. I thought you'd understand, even if it tormented Dale."

"It sweetens me... it's good"

Nor could Dale deny all of Latina's actions in part in reason and thought.

It is possible behavior to consider yourself a sacrifice when Latina, who has turned all the synonyms of the threat 'Demon King' to her enemies, wishes to celebrate the place without sacrificing anyone.

In fact, I was also aware that 'acknowledging this situation' was the least expensive conclusion.

I couldn't admit it very well, and I scratched everything if I could.

With that in mind, Latina peeked softly at Dale, who smiled bitterly. Even the atrocious behavior that I've done, all over the blood, is going to be found, making Dale feel a little restless.

"If... and if the same thing happened, I might make the same choice again..."

"That's... don't bother..."

"Like Dale is, I want to protect Dale because I mean it... but"

Latina said so, putting her strength into her own hands touching Dale's.

"Well, I'll talk to Dale. Think with Dale about what you want to do and what you should do"

"... n"

"I want to be with Dale.... I wanted to be able to protect Dale, not be protected unilaterally. So, so that I can be next to Dale… Next, I want to hear exactly how Dale feels and think with Dale."

After listening to Latina, Dale smiled bitterly.

That was a 'bitter laugh' that contained a slightly different meaning from what had floated before.

"I need to reflect... so do I."

"Dale?"

"I have a lot to talk about with Latina..."

Seeing the darling girl in her arms with a sense of visible illusion.

"I proposed to Latina. It's only a couple of hard things to share."

"... yeah"

"So if this happens... don't try to hide it from me. Even if Latina thinks she can't do it, I'll do something about it."

"Yeah."

"Right, when I'm a pain in the ass... can I count on Latina then? Although, as far as I'm concerned, it's the part where I want to dress up..."

"Until Dale's, I'll do my best then. I always get help... so I want to be able to give it back."

To her response, Dale loosens his expression.

Ever since I was a young girl, she just stayed next to me, a support and salvation for me.

Still, I'm sure she answers, 'That's not enough'.

"... don't you have sisters anymore?

No, I'm not.

"Talk about your family... listen to me. You couldn't tell me because you were hiding about Frisos, could you?

"You asked Frisos?

"Oh."

When Dale answered, Latina looked a little bitter.

"I'm sorry I couldn't talk to you. But to me, Frisos is more important than anyone else, in a different way than Dale."

"You're only one sister."

Demons are an inherently companion and caring species.

The only sisters and the only blood connected family left behind. Dale was also well aware that Latina and Frisos had deep feelings for each other.

"What about the hiding, no more?

"... I have something to be ashamed of."

"I wish even couples could hide that..."

"What about Dale?

"Hmm?"

"Dale... don't tell me, do you?

"Uh..."

I try to cloud my words unintentionally and rethink.

I reflected that keeping it strong on her and shelving just about herself was too convenient for anything at all.

She is no longer just a little toddler to be protected by herself.

And I decided to treat her like that.

"I'm actually a brave man."

That's why Dale gave Latina even more information.