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

The perimeter of the latina carving large quantities of vegetables was guarded by SS. As for "SS," I think it's the right thing to do, etc., and Dale skins the onion.

The knife-wielding rhythm seems rhythmic and modulates at odd times from time to time. She seems to be in that place, too.

"Sounds kind of fun"

"Yeah. Fun."

With a grunt, he was instantly answered with a full grin.

Strict precautionary regimes were laid on the minded adventurers, but those who were in charge of cooking today work by Latina.

Usually hoyan. and latina, but very cynical in being involved in one's work. For this reason, if she is distracted and neglects her work, the ratings from Latina will drop directly.

If you are a 'customer', you are also generous for some crude phase, but quite tough when it comes to work. Dale, who knew her well enough to be so planted by her master (Kennis), was also good to be seen by Latina only today.

Touching is strictly forbidden.

"I'm so sorry I said I had to play all these roles."

"Well, in the case of adventurers, I guess it's easier to work and say your word because the guy who's more or less good at it carries it around."

"But this time, you're with the military, right? Are you all right?

"Gregor's gonna make it around there."

If the adventurers monopolized Latina's handicrafts, which became world-wide idol-equivalent, all they could predict would be an obstacle to the future operation of the venue.

I would at least like to express my gratitude to the people who have guided me through me, although I cannot do anything special.

I thought so. The means Latina took was to hold the knife.

When I gripped it, it didn't stop.

Vasilio's life seems to have been so repressed.

Even though the ingredients are limited and the facilities are minimal, I am happy to work.

Seeing how this went, I was putting him at rest because he was worried, which is probably why he took the trouble to recover. The busy spot seemed just right for her.

"Wow."

"Hmm?"

When Dale looked out at the voices heard from outside the tent, Vint and Hagel's father and son stood with their prey.

Rushing aside, even mid-level adventurers are large warcraft who examine and challenge their teams and gear. I need you to stop making faces that I've been hunting because I'm a little free.

"That's amazing. Can I have it?

"Wahoo."

"Thank you. I'll probably make something for the Vints too."

Latina smiles, not adhering to the area. Dale rolled up his sleeve, thinking she had no choice if she seemed to enjoy herself.

"Latina, you can't do this, can you?

"Yeah. I knew I wanted to be able to"

How far does she intend to become a food professional, responding instantly?

I'll take care of it down there.

"Thanks"

Tislaw, the home of Dale, is a land where hunting flourishes.

We have seen how we process our tailored prey, as is normal since childhood. Adult men were born to be somewhat capable and natural.

It got a little fun when I completed a satisfactory peel of my own to see if it was such a kind of occupational disease.

I couldn't say much about Latina.

This evening's dinner turned out to be a luxury that Latina could tell was overstretched. Meat dishes using the fruits of the Vints' hunt were also cooked well.

Since it is within the habitat of the Warcraft, it is supposed to devote some personnel to watching, but now all the people gather to enjoy their meals.

Nowadays, Vint and Hagel's father and son were also in the midst of a 'meal'.

There are two phantom beasts with a detection capability that goes far beyond one, and they play around. If you interact poorly there, you could be a 'meal'.

Latina had loosened her expression to the way many people ate what she had made and smiled.

"Dale."

"What?

"I'm really happy."

"... right"

That's what Latina said, come on. And I put my head on Dale's shoulder. Because of this, I can no longer see her expression from Dale, but he makes his expression a gentle smile at the happy warm weight he feels on his shoulders.

"Thanks, Dale"

"Hmm?"

"Don't give up on me. Let me go back to a warm place."

"... n"

"Thanks"

Whether alcohol had entered, or how the people in sight were beginning to show off the banquet. The way it overlaps the sights I always saw in "Tiger Cat Pavilion" fills my chest.

Latina closed her eyes with a happy face to the soothing voice of the lively people, who could not even hear the blazing fire. Keep going, stick to the boat. They were still working too hard.

Dale laughed bitterly - though it was too calm to ever be called 'bitterness' - and put her softly in his arms. With a kitten-metched trick, Latina unconsciously searches for a comfortable posture for herself, and starts resting out of tune, unchanged from childhood.

"... Dale"

"What?

After anticipating it, Gregor spoke to Dale.

Pass one of the cups you had in both hands to Dale. I don't think Gregor's liquor, which has a strong aroma of alcohol but doesn't make it any better to get drunk on the battlefield, just like Dale's. That's why Dale received it honestly.

"Are we going back to Kreutz?

"I'm going to."

"It's going to be tough."

"... you're the one"

Unlike Dale, whose troublesome fame just hangs on, Gregor also has more direct Duke family jobs. The scale of 'hard' varies.

"Father hangs a 'reward' well before me. He's going to hang on pretty tight."

But Gregor was smiling. I don't feel bitter.

"A reward?

"Just one word, but I took the word for it." As things stand, it's no good to concentrate more power in our house than they do now "… I don't seem to need to take over the children of a famous family for the sake of politics, even if I carry on my father's trail"

That was enough speech to excite Gregor. Dale knew that too, so he laughed small enough not to overwhelm it.

What Gregor thinks of women whose qualifications are not inherently commensurate with the Duke's family is that His Excellency the Fatherly Duke is also familiar with them.

"It would also be one end of Father's thoughts to have him turn to Vasilio. Domestic power is weak, but it is the back of a neighbouring country that is going to have important implications. Value is heavy."

"Latina's connected to Rose."

And Frisos, sweet to such a sister princess, had quite a break with Rose. I would not lend a hand to anything contrary to the national interest, but I can say that I have gained more overwhelming trust than the lords of the Larband countries who will in the future seek to gain rights.

"Well, good luck"

"Oh. I'm going to"

Drink the cup lightly together.

Dropping off the back of a friend who walked away with all that exchange, Dale stood up, holding Latina in his arms.

Quiet, far from the environment, but this busier seemed to allow her to sleep happily ever after.

"Sorry to disturb you, Gregor."

"When you settle down, you should come to the King's Capital. Rose should be here by then."

"Yes."

Dale, who watched Latina and Gregor greet her soothingly farewell, had already sat back in Hagel's saddle.

Because he slept early last night and by Latina, who woke up early in the morning, Hagel has been brushed for the memorial and is glossy fluffy.

Vint waving his tail next to Latina was also fuzzy and the condition of the two phantom beasts culminated.

Attract Latina, waving at the people who drop her off, and put her in the saddle. Dale held her tight so that Latina wouldn't fall or fall as she kept waving.

"Hagel, please"

"Wow."

"Stop that..."

Hagel spread his wings as he suddenly exchanged small stories about imitating Vint. Buckwheat and heavy sounds, dancing high into the sky. A little late, Vint jumped up to follow him.

After that, no particular night camp. - - Latina slept occasionally on Hagel, and Vint, too, rested on Hagel's head - - but they reached Kreutz.

At the same time that the shadow of a beast in a sky-high position is now discernible as to what it is, the gendarmerie protecting Kreutz changes the alert system to something else.

In a sense, the system of ad hoc warfare is a continuation.

And the nostalgic streets of Kreutz. Landscape with "Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion".

Latina and Dale jamming their voices when they feel something approaching their breasts.

Before I said "I'm home," I was to get a sermon in the front seat in line.

Bringing an adult phantom beast (Hagel) into the city was out to boulders.

Therefore, with regard to the renunciation of the duties of the gatekeepers at Kreutz South Gate, the claim of the person "before the excessive power of the two phantom beasts and the most vicious brave men (ex-parential idiots), what to do" was recognized and never blamed.