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

"Even when I was a kid... this is what dinner was... this was' normal '. That's why I was surprised the first time I had Kenneth's dinner. Different things taste different."

When Latina had her first meal in Kreutz, Dale remembered, following her memory. She should have been shining her eyes on the dessert Kennis made at that time.

"... What's sweet...?

"I can only remember about the fruit..."

"Right..."

I thought it was because I didn't have a satisfactory meal in my life in the woods, but it seemed to be more of a shock.

"Vasuilio... doesn't seem to pick much crop. But the Demons, even one of the grown men, don't eat as much rice as the humans... I think it's working out."

Make sure you remember the old days, Latina said.

"No, you were surrounded by dry zones..."

The earthly sight from Hagel was of the impression that it was surrounded by vast wilderness.

If it is also the protection of the 'God of Oranges (Cormosey)', it is difficult to say that it is a constant means, although a sufficient harvest can be expected even in these places.

Environmentally challenging Vasilio has low crop yields.

Moreover, because it refuses to interact with other countries, it is not possible to import food.

Nevertheless, the Demon Nation, originally a stubborn race, has no obstacle to sustaining life, even if it has less nutrients to consume than others.

As a result, there is only a limited amount of what is obtained, and therefore, there is a background in which the viewpoint of enjoying meals is removed by weighing the purpose of consuming the minimum nutrients required.

Even younger Latina didn't know, but her predecessor, The One Demon King, was a much more conservative thinking king. Until Frisos, the new demon king, took office, he was also involved in political situations such as the place of his reign as a basic stance.

Kreutz, on the other hand, is a thriving city in the Larband country. It is at the relay point between the Wang capital and the harbor, a logistical stronghold, and supplies are abundant.

Furthermore, a man named Kennis, who was taught by Latina, had a purpose in his life in studying food and ingredients from various regions. Being a brilliant adventurer and having first-rate arms as a heavy warrior - - is just a means to an end.

In fact, he retired as an adventurer after becoming the son-in-law of a light 'dancing tiger cat pavilion', not even at an early age to leave active duty yet.

The Tiger Cat Pavilion, with Kennis waving his arms like that, is a restaurant that can be touched by a variety of dishes and recipes, unlikely by the standards of a lower town liquor store.

Latina grew up in such an environment.

Latina can no longer return to the food culture of her birthplace (Vasilio).

"Oh no... what is Rose doing eating...?

Latina's eyes swam at Dale's whining, which leaked.

He looked terribly gritty and eventually looked down without force. Truly, she is a daughter whose emotions are all on the face.

"... Frisos served dinner... that I wouldn't eat... I feel like a problem..."

"Well, I'm not in your shoes right now... Frisos may not really care, but I don't always see it that way around me."

It's not strange to have ingredients over there with Larband's home country on a regular basis and the Roses they're interacting with.

What came to mind was to give Latina a further glimpse.

And she gave in before her desire.

She is not a saint prince or a cloud man, she is a common-law girl all over the world.

"Hmm ♪ Hmm ♪ Hmm ♪"

Proceed down the hallway with bouncing footsteps.

As a result of my daily walks in the temple, I found a place in the kitchen, also because I couldn't stand it.

Brushing the pan was too much fun. If you put your hands on it, you can visually see what's going to be shiny. I saw a burnt pan, which was placed in the corner of the kitchen, and it was the beginning that I was really worried about, but I kept polishing the pan that caught my eye.

I have no regrets. It's neat.

Originally a temple, there is little that can be called entertainment.

To read, Latina can speak the language of the Demons, but cannot read or write. I left my hometown with nothing to learn, so there was nothing I could do about it.

There was too little to do.

Frisos still doesn't understand that giving a moderate job is the most effective way to keep Latina in a job addiction mood.

- - When I see the amount of work Frisos is doing as a national lord and how he's getting rid of them in an impatient manner because of the time he spends with his sister, Dale and others may think that the root of this sister may be similar after all - -

It was Latina who could not say "please dinner" to Rosé opponents, but Vasuglio currently has some best friends, Silvia.

Latina, unable to break the attitude of 'Must Be a Good Child' since she was a child, was more likely to divulge her age-appropriate stupidity and complaints to her friends. And she spilled the crack and honesty upon Sylvia.

Let it shrivel and Latina complained.

"The rice is not good..."

Sylvia laughed when she heard it.

For this reason, the stupidity Sylvia heard from Latina before this was a "pain in the ass". It is very troublesome for Latina to have a samurai involved in all the motions, even going for a little walk from one of the dresses to the other.

That's because it's also a job for the other side, and Latina also has patience in the name of compromise.

Only bathing, Latina, goes in alone through me. If I didn't have time to get distracted, it was the truth that I couldn't do it.

"Funny enough, isn't it bad... or from the taste of the Demons, isn't it?

"I know it's not tasty or tasty because I can compare it to other things. Here's what 'rice is like'..."

"It's not so bad that you can't swallow it, but it's a perfect first."

For once, it served as food.

It is also an impression that only the minimum is guaranteed.

"I have candy."

"Wow."

Sylvia sparkled her eyes when she casually gave her hand candy.

I know exactly what it's like to want to feed a small animal.

"Delicious?"

"Ugh."

"Good for you."

Latina, who had been deprived of the pleasure of eating, had been slightly toddled as a result of the sweetening. He even looks happy and rolls his little candy in his mouth.

"Speaking of which..."

"Hmm?"

Sylvia, who fished for the mess and her own luggage, took out a flat can. Open it thoroughly and it will give you a unique smell.

"This is all I have now, but take it?

To such Sylvia, Latina turned her moist eyes with her hands together in prayer.

"Sylvia... like a god..."

That comment was not a good thing to make, though bent, to be taken to the "Last Seat of God (Demon King)".

"Cow cheese, I'm glad to hear it. ♪ It's salty, just a little bit ♪"

To call it skipping, in an overly creative foothold, Latina walked down the hallway and pushed to the kitchen.

The samurai who obeyed Latina was following after grate, but did not come into the current Latina consciousness.

This Latina's behavior from the perspective of a samurai is "The Sudden Bizarre of a Platinum Princess".

In a light foothold, he pushed himself inside the temple into a compartment where you would never enter, mumbling an incredible melody about whether it was the culture of the human race or not.

It was a difficult situation for the samurai to panic. It is an action that falls outside the scope of understanding.

And what was even more chaotic about the situation was that she was ordered by her sister Princess to draw as much of Latina's intentions as she could from her sweet 'King of Gold'. Nevertheless, among Frisos' values, it is natural to be served and fu, and there is no such thing as doing a job as working underneath.

Not to mention that neither Frisos nor the ladies thought Latina liked it and wanted to do those jobs.

There was a difference in growth.

As a result, the situation was that the samurai could not be stopped to stop Latina, nor did she know its intentions. The heartache of a samurai is considerable.

As a latina, I couldn't help but want to shake it.

"Silvia's really sweet about even honey."

For the delight of so many Latinas, Sylvia also served a vial of tiger's honey. Latina's appearance was not a delight in a very ready to use can of beef cheese. As a result, Sylvia also became somewhat sorry.

And I was a little sympathetic to the fact that Latina was being cornered that far.

Latina, with a can of cheese in one hand and a vial of honey in one hand, threw all the parts she usually cared about in the direction of the day after tomorrow, such as reluctance or the belongings of those who work there - into the kitchen.