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

There was a lot going on - and, to put it succinctly, the day Dale and Latina returned safely to Kreutz after events that later historians mourned.

We were supposed to have dinner early, before the book sales at the tavern at night.

Even if I tell you not to come, this evening, there will be so many customers packed to death. Even now, in a habit that has nothing to do with it, the regular people are waiting in line for their seats without even trying to go home.

"Huhhhhh"

So the voice emanating from Latina was more of a joy than an admiration. Carry the plates in bouncing footsteps and place them on the table. Even if she sits in a chair, she is groaning.

"It wouldn't be such a big deal"

Latina lifted her face to Kenneth, who, bewildered, placed further dishes of cooking.

"It's been a long time since Kenneth had dinner!

"... well, it's been a long time since my cooking..."

"How do you know how great this is..."

In Latina's eyes, tears seeped a little.

Confused by so much latina tension, if Kennis looked at Dale next to her, he was smiling bitterly.

"That one... it was a little rough..."

"It's bad for Frisos, but I still can't live in Vasilio..."

Latina, who has a reputation for her good demeanor, rarely stumbled on a slice of bread. I'm literally biting as it is and immersed in emotion.

"Dale, the rice is delicious..."

"Good for you."

Dale, who has not yet returned from Parental Stupid Return, stroked her head all right. Nevertheless, there was an atmosphere in Latina today that made me want to do so unexpectedly, even if it wasn't Dale (the ex-parential idiot).

"... what happened?

Dale turns to Kenneth, who is getting serious about what was going on that we don't know, with a bitter smile on his face.

"I don't know what to say... Vasilio, the rice was unusually unsavory"

"... what?

"Well, surprisingly, it didn't taste good"

"... ha"

It was a less serious topic.

But for those of us who faced the situation, it was never a 'non-serious problem'.

"Rice... it's delicious... it's delicious..."

Latina's appearance as she begins her meal with tears tells us that one end of it is plausible.

She was cheeky with Kennish-made jam on a pile of bread, crying in earnest. Shortly after that, I took a bite of the grilled chicken marinated with spices and herbs, pressed my cheeks against the overflowing gravy and trembled emotionally.

I wonder what it would be like to alternate between sweet and moist foods, because the usual latina eats for research or to make sure that the flavors of each dish are well established. In this way, it is very rare to put it in your mouth as much as you can think of for the time being.

"... Aren't you guys at the Royal Castle in Vasilio?

"Rice, delicious..."

"I guess it's going to be a castle for once, and I didn't treat it badly"

Dale understands that your sister (Frisos) was treated the same way because she was drowning her sister (Latina).

"That's why that creepy is amazing"

"When they say that, on the contrary, don't get interested..."

To Kenneth, who thought in the face, Latina swallowed what was in her mouth and answered clearly.

"When you eat Vasilio's dinner, you feel very happy about the delicious rice"

"You've said it all..."

"I think Frisos should work hard and interact culturally with Larband countries. Especially food culture... please, food culture... I want you to improve..."

The jam was also stuffed on the next bread Latina had in her hand.

"Rice... delicious..."

"That's all I've been doing since earlier..."

"When I was little, that (...) was normal... and I came to Kreutz and found out that the environment I lived in was a little unusual, so I thought that was why I had dinner."

"Right..."

In Latina's face, which I say with a distant eye, there was some kind of ambition.

"Because my position at Vasuilio is subtle... I'm afraid to get involved in politics... and I'm more afraid that Frisos will be dictated by my words"

Latina insisted on returning to Kreutz because she felt that kind of horror.

Frisos denied, and Latina did not consider it as serious as it once was, but the past of being considered a 'sinner' and deported will not be covered. There will be many in that country who do not take it personally.

Being 'broken' in that country (Vasilio) means so much.

"It's not like I can't see you... and when Frisos' reign stabilizes, things will change... but right now, my place to say 'I'm home' is Kreutz"

Dust. And smiling Latina sips a sip of the 'Tiger Cat Pavilion' classic soup simmering plenty of vegetables. Whether Kenneth was a mother or not, this flavor was like 'The Flavor of a Fudge' for Latina.

"Besides... Vasuilio's rice isn't tasty because it's really hard"

You're going back there.

"To the boulder, I couldn't tell Frisos... that I can't live in Vasilio because the rice isn't delicious..."

The quality of the meal is very important for Latina, who grew up in the 'Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion', also known for her culinary pride in Kreutz.

"I wish you'd let me do it, but that wasn't the reason..."

"I don't see why that's the case with boulders."

The fact that Latina is the head of Vasilio, the sister princess of The King of Gold, is also where we already know the faces of The Tiger Cat Pavilion.

"With that said, Latina, you've been in the kitchen sometimes."

If Dale pinched his mouth like that, Latina looked awkwardly, slightly out of sight.

With Dale becoming a "family member of the Eight Demon Kings," he is able to continue to act with little or no diet or sleep.

For this reason, I was not aware of Vassilio's dietary situation at all at first.

As long as you get minimal nutrition, you don't have time to worry about flavor or anything else. All the time was still devoted to watching Latina spend the long part of the day in her dreams.

Rather than just looking at her, Dale was filled above all else at this time. Priority over the three greatest desires was the special effect of Our Daughter (Latina) Deficiency.

Eventually, when Latina's health began to recover and began to move, Dale also finally became concerned about the 'meal'.

It can also be said that it is not so much because you look so sad that you start to see Latina chewing food.

"... Latina?

"The rice is... not delicious..."

At first, I thought she wasn't feeling well.

Latina, whom Dale had seen since she was so young, had eaten every day in such a way that even those who watched would be happy.

I thought he had not recovered enough to enjoy the meal.

Such Dale also surrounds the table with Latina and mouths and understands the meals served.

"Yummy!

While screaming unexpectedly, I realized.

Apparently Latina doesn't like the expression 'unsavory'. She seemed to be a daughter who liked to make "meals".

"Wow... amazingly yummy..."

Dale leaks the deviation and the truth because only Latina and the demonic ladies are in the outhouse.

Whatever Frisos is, the samurai don't solve the "Western Continental Language" that Dale usually uses.

Originally the dishes on the table were different from those from the Larband country due to their appearance. Because of this, I couldn't even imagine the taste, but this was unexpected.

"Latina...... this, what?

They say "* * *". "* * * * * * *" simmered with "* * *"... it should have been "

"... So, what about this one?

"Sure..." * * * * * * "I think. Soak and cook" * * * * * * "meat with" * * * * ""

The vast majority of the information required was ambush (demonic language).

I had no idea.

Dale's first point was probably like a porridge he used with some sort of cereal. It is an object that I do not quite understand, like a paste with grains floating everywhere. Very little flavor. But it's also hard to swallow. It's very hard to understand how delicious it is. I don't even understand that there are rough grains left.

The next thing I pointed to was an object that once found to be a meat dish.

Dale, a family of hunters, first noticed poor meat handling. It seems that the meat of this beast has not been satisfactorily down-treated either. It smells terribly strong. Moreover, where the gravy fell out and the texture was crunchy, herbs came with a strong habit, medicinal meal-like aroma and bitterness.

Honestly, it doesn't taste good.

Dale didn't seem to think so because he was a human race, and Latina looked sad and chewed hard meat in the first place.

"In Vassilio... the best treat is" * * * * * * "It's a fruit..."

"Are you going to keep eating?

"Yeah. Keep it up..."

That's not what I call cooking.

It was in that way that Dale learned that Vasilio was a very rice maz cultural area.