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

Demons don't have human family names. The family form of a demonic family with no habit of 'marriage' than the former and living on the basis of a matrilineal society is very different from that of other people. It took the mother's name and was represented by being called 'a certain child'.

Even brothers born from the same mother rarely have the same father, and it is not uncommon for a human race to be about the age of a parent and child apart.

That, after all, was influenced by the peculiarity of the race that early childhood and old age are equal to that of the human race, but have adulthood for several times that period. It takes a long time to form a child, and the difference in real age does not involve much.

And a society in which the "One Demon King" and his family, and the "Temple of the Purple God (Banafsegi)" maintain their governing mechanisms and people have cotton spinning unchanged fortunes for centuries.

Vasuilio was such a country.

Vasilio was dotted with small towns and villages, mainly in the capital of the same name. It is the land on which the king sits, and the only city with the 'Temple of the Purple God (Banafsegi)' to reign is the largest.

"Instructor"

In that neatly cleansed corner of the city, the young man, so called to rest, stopped his feet and saw the Lord of his voice.

Rare platinum-colored hair shakes. The black horn is a small swing for a man and has no ambitious fierceness. It was as if it represented his character of a serene nature.

"Aspida. Long time no see."

"We're out of time"

There is no apparent age difference between the young man who called it off and the man who was called off under the honorable title of mentor. However, their demons, wearing a pair of horns on their heads, had long periods of youth, making it impossible to gauge the age difference between the two by their appearance alone.

"It's been a really long time. I was teaching you... is it already twenty years ago?

"Yes, the mentor seems magnificent and above all"

"It's the same thing not to be sturdy enough to say that."

The gentle grin and gentle green eyes, combined with the fineness of the lines of appearance, never feel intimidating. But the way a young man called Aspida respected his opponent never broke down.

"Is the temple working well?

"So... I need to talk to my mentor."

Clouding his expression, the mentor - Smaragdi - invited him to his nearby residence.

There was a residence in Smaragudi in the area around the lower town in Vasilio, a distance from the temple.

It is a common, undecorated residence made of sun-dried bricks. The interior is also a killer landscape, only furnished with the minimum necessary furniture. Still, as a man in this country, I'd say he's lived a very normal life.

This land in dry climates feels much lower with just wind passing where the sun is blocked.

It was asked that the water poured into the vessels placed in front of each of them from the water spills was still cold and not drawn from the water supply plants set up throughout the city.

"So... what is consultation?"

"Do you know about the priest who is now in the temple and is called a princess witch?

To Aspida's inquiry, Smaragdi tilted his neck slightly.

"You mean the young goddess, right? Although there have been rumors in Shirai that she is a priest with rare times of 'shelter'... what's wrong with her?

"Actually, I was wondering if my mentor could work as her teacher..."

Aspida's words have a more questionable colour on Smaragudi's face.

A temple in Vasilio is a place of faith as well as the head of the administration. There are many clerics who are good there. I can't find it necessary to call Smaragudi, who lives in Shirai on purpose.

"I know there's no other way to wonder."

Smaragdi's doubts seemed to be within the assumptions, and Aspida inherited the words for explanations.

"It is Ms Gnossi who has been a teacher of magic to young goddesses in the Temple… The princess is now in a psychological state of fear towards her same-sex female counterparts"

Aspida's words moved Smaragudi's eyebrows a little. Whatever the opposite sex, fear of the same sex doesn't immediately come to mind.

"That's why people of the opposite sex who can work as teachers... have a lot of tough looks... young princess witches who will shrink... a situation I can't leave to them"

"Don't you work for me?

Aspida's appearance, although masculine, is not so harsh. To Smaragdi's question he shook his head slightly to the side.

"Since the princess witch began to reject Ms Gnossi, we have a role to play in teaching ourselves, those who have completed their magic studies, but honestly, it's a heavy load situation"

In response, Smaragdi looks a little surprised.

He was well aware of his godson's abilities. With Aspida's abilities, it also seems to me that the role of teacher will be fully worked.

In other countries, he is a cleric of the "God of Yellow (Asphal)", which accounts for the majority of teaching positions, but his tendency has also been strong in Vasilio.

Nevertheless, Smaragdi does not have the protection of the 'God of Yellow (Asphal)', and he is not a 'teacher' in his normal sense. He taught basic learning to use magic, techniques to manipulate magic, and techniques to control them more accurately, called "magic." He was supposed to be a magical trainer.

In a demonic society, magic has become very close to everyday life. Proper control over those with strong magic. If he had only weak magic, it was impossible to seek sophisticated technology so that it could be used more efficiently.

"So... if I was a mentor, I wonder if I would be impeccable in my abilities and personality and frighten the princess witch with a serene personality... depending on what I suggested above. Can't you think about it?"

Indeed, Smaragdi is far from tough in appearance, combined with a calm temper and less robust physique.

"... what happened? Aspida."

There are signs of correct posture of the aspida in front of him.

Even just being sweet and gentle can't be an educator until you're called a 'mentor' with honor. No matter how serene the quality, Smaragdi also had the strength not to shake his own core.

Aspida, too, was well aware of that.

"Anyway, if you're trying to keep the opposite sex away from the 'princess witch' hidden in the back of the temple... it's obviously strange that only the opposite sex can be relative, and even more so, that the surroundings acknowledge it"

Aspida did not intend to cover up the facts any more than necessary in the words of Smaragudi, who further questioned him.

I only showed a slight hesitation, but Aspida talks about the status quo in a low voice.

"The princess was attacked by two demon kings the other day."

Slightly, Smaragdi breathed.

He was also familiar with the pleasure killer Demon King who tragically slaughtered the monarch of this country earlier, the One Demon King.

"The princess was intact... but in front of her, one young child of the same age, was tragically murdered..."

"It's..."

Whoever saw it in front of him was killed. That alone would be enough to break my heart. Besides that, it was something I didn't even have to think about, as if I had embodied fear, and how burdensome it would be to be relative in a young body. As an educator, Smaragdi, who has dealt with many toddlers to date, broke her chest thinking of her.

"'The Two Demon Kings'... they say they look like young women"

"So..."

"You will be reminded of the 'Two Demon Kings' reflexively. The princess won't say anything from herself... but that's why it hurts even more..."

No matter how much my godson recommends, I don't think it's easy to get myself through the back of the temple living in Ichii.

Smaragdi, who thought so, was frankly surprised that he was easily passed through the Grand Temple of the 'Purple God (Banafsegi)' at the centre of Vasuilio, even though he was accompanied by Aspida at a later date.

The compartment from which the people of the city are allowed to worship is passed into a distinctly different backyard. Several buildings were built, and the interior of the temple, which was divided into multiple compartments, became tightly guarded as it went to the back, and the atmosphere was felt somewhere out of reach.

There she is.

I should still call her a girl, she was a young woman.

But its golden eyes bear signs of a giving up, as if it had foreseen all the despair of the world. I got the impression that I had forgotten how young I looked.

Long, straight hair had a vibrant purple color with no dullness at all.

I didn't need an explanation. Having so beautifully expressed purple, the color that represents God, she paid the deep love of "Purple God (Banafsegi)" and found out at a glance that she was a princess witch.

"Go away."

What emanated from the princess was the word for the meaning of rejection.

It was a calm, flat voice that could not be seen from the appearance of childhood.

"If you get involved with me, you will die. Go away."

But that's why Smaragdi couldn't seem to throw her out like that.

It was because she seemed desperate to fight the emotions in herself because she was a voice with no flat emotions to feel.

"... the time will come for all to die one day. By then, what can I leave behind... that's what I think."

With a gentle green eye, I even accept the entrustment of death with a smile. To him like that, the look on the face of the princess shook in surprise. A slight peek at the age-appropriate young.

This was the first encounter between Smaragdi and a girl imprisoned in despair because she foresees the myriad futures that could happen.