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

"Latina and Frisos must be twin sisters."

"That's right. What's the sudden matter?

Dale inquired about it in the attic of The Tiger Cat Pavilion. It is about a day when we have finally gotten used to finishing our day on the streets and our normal routine has returned.

Latina, dressed in her room and with her hair down, gives a glimpse of the roots of the broken horns she usually hides.

"No, the color of my eyes is different... because I kind of cared."

"Because only Frisos was born with a 'magic trait'... my gray eyes are different from either of my parents... I hear it's probably Mov's genetics"

"Oh......"

Dale, who met directly with Mov, Latina's real mother, convinced me with those words, but Latina didn't realize how Dale was doing. Dale relieves himself of the matter a little late.

It was Dale who told Frisos, Latina's sister, that he had been present at Mov's imminent death, but he had not yet told Latina directly.

They were the two of us who decided not to hide from each other and face each other properly, but for Dale, Mov's death has been a heartbreak not less.

(I should say it right... I know...)

It wasn't easy for me to tell my beloved girlfriend that I killed her.

Mov, Latina's real mother, had "magical traits" - vivid colors that no human race inherently had - that appeared in something with strong magic. Taking away her eyes was a long, vibrant purple hair, but she also had a magical trait in her eyes.

Her eyes, like those of Frisos, had a beautiful golden colour.

You said Latina's hair was the same color as her father's.

"Yeah. Same color as the rug. And the corners... the rug was black. My horn shape is the same shape as Mov's. Because the Horn of the Demon Nation inherits form and color from their parents, respectively"

"Right."

Softly touching the lost corner, Latina smiled quietly.

"Sometimes it's something I inherited from my parents, but it broke... and I regret it a little bit. But I also think it seems that way because I'm happy now."

"Latina......"

"I made Frisos look so sad... because it was a matching horn and I lost both..."

"I wouldn't have let that happen if I'd cared a little more then..."

"It's not Dale's fault."

Dale strokes gently around the corner of Latina, telling her to panic. All right, all right. It was like a trick for a toddler, but Latina narrowed her eyes happily.

"I can't do anything about it anymore... I don't care what you say now."

"Yeah."

"Latina."

Smiling at Latina, who tilted her neck wonderfully at the call, Dale threw her the question she'd always wanted to ask.

"Your parents... what kind of person were they?

"... I heard before that the Demons would raise their children under their mothers, but me and Frisos were raised by lags... because Mov was always busy..."

With the rare and stronger protection of the Purple God (Banafsegi), she was given the special word "witch princess" (bruised) and...

"I thought Rag was a 'teacher'. There shouldn't be any protection for" The Yellow God (Asphal), "but I know a lot about Rag from us..."

Because he does not possess the rare power, he can teach many, and "he" has become called by the honor of the "mentor" --

"My life in Vasilio is very narrow. I spent time with my parents and Frisos, only in the temple..."

Although it was a tiny, little day like the boxyard, hiding deep in the temple, it was certainly a happy time (...) - -

A story before such a story began.