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

At the same time, Smaragudi understood why her goddaughter had so far been looking for her 'magic' teacher.

It is very rare that the expression of colors that are not inherently held by a species called "magical traits" is found in multiple colors and in multiple places. Not all those with high magic power exhibit magic traits, but all those with magic traits are born with high magic.

Strong power is hard to handle. But if you can't control it, you'll be swayed by your own power.

Making her more trained than she was at an early age was necessary because of her great power. So much for the Demon Nation, dealing with magic and using magic is a matter that is also closely related to everyday life.

"Nice to meet you."

……

To Smaragdi's voice, as if confused, the princess moves her expression.

Even though he was rejected by the pronouncement of the fate of death, he still smiled calmly, seemingly incomprehensible.

Smaragdi clouded his expression to care more than how the princess looked.

"Though... I don't think it would make an outsider like me a princess witch..."

"I was wondering if there was anything to worry about."

"Aspida"

It was the godchild who answered Smaragdi's whining around sighing.

"The fact that a mentor will be a princess witch has been approved by several protected priests of the Purple God (Banafseghi)."

To that word of Aspida, Smaragudi lurked his brow slightly.

If you look at the princess, she doesn't seem to have any doubts about that word of Aspida either.

(Is this the idea of a 'temple'... ruling by the temple has been going on for a long time since the fall of the Predecessor... I didn't know he had such a distortion...)

Smaragdi has no 'protection'.

Governed by the Temple and the Demon King chosen by God, Vasilio has a deeper popular faith than any other country.

Still, Smaragdi questioned the way in which God's will prevailed over everything because he was one who lived in the city well.

And above all, if it was the will of God, I feared for the way of the temple man, who would not try to question anything.

(All prophecies by the power of God and... Unconditionally trusting people I've never met, etc., can't be normal... I don't even question that...)

That, on the contrary, seemed to include the risk of being convicted, even if something had not happened, if it had been 'prophesied'.

This girl in front of you, as a high priest of protection, will be in charge of the temple of the future.

There, then, it may also be something you can do as an educator to give values different from those of the Temple.

Smaragdi thought about what he could do with his involvement in her way of life, behind a calm expression.

The princess's name was Mov.

It is a phrase meaning 'purple'.

Smaragdi, who asked her how old she was, was a little surprised. Mov looked a little younger as far as his appearance was concerned. Conversely, the expression is grossly grown up and looks older than its real age.

Demons are a long-lived species, with relatively short childhood and old age, and long adolescence, which is an adult period. It is still early to enter old age, but to Smaragdi, who has lived his youth for a long time, the figure of the childhood seemed a lot more smiling.

"Mov remembers a lot better."

……

Calmly told by Smaragdi, Mov leaned down a little.

Having shown her willingness to reject since the time of her encounter, she seemed to acknowledge her ability as a teacher, although she did not seem to have opened her heart to him.

(If you call it talent, Mov has something much bigger than me... I've lived longer than her, because I just know how to handle it)

It was not the humility that made the monologue, but the heart of Smaragdi.

I am never excelled in a species called the Demon Nation, who is not physically strong and has only below average magic power. That's what Smaragdi had in mind. I was looking to reality precisely because I had the power to calmly judge the situation.

Nevertheless, without being humbled by it, it must also have been a talent to turn consciousness in the direction of beneficial use of one's own power and to gain in-depth knowledge. And because he also knows frustration and envy for the talented, he was good at the art of teaching things to others.

As he taught Mov, Smaragdi was also to learn more about what had happened to her.

Mov, a high priest of patronage, but she worked behind this temple, apparently with a certain toddler's side.

The closest age seems to have been the reason for this, but I can also imagine Smaragudi that it was' who 'she served (...), a nobleman also known as the' princess witch '.

And I also understood that I could not speak of it cheaply because I could imagine it.

It seems that the young child was the victim of the Two Demon Kings.

"I couldn't do anything... even if they called me a princess... I couldn't even protect myself..."

To the pompous and leaky words of Mov, Smaragdi could also observe how deep the wounds she sustained were.

Not only is she frustrated by the horrible memory of the scene of the killing, but also by her distrust and powerlessness about her power.

Smaragdi smiled slowly and decided to hear all of her weakness and stupidity. In a room behind a cool temple in the wind, time flowed quietly and slowly for just the two of us.

"... Is Mov in The Temple (Here) all the time?

To inquire, watching Mov snorted, Smaragudi strokes her hair several times.

"Well... you've been working hard"

To his gentle voice, Mov leaned down and grabbed Smaragdi's clothing hem softly. This was a trick that she had come to show from time to time these days.

"... Sure, Mov will have much stronger powers than I do, and maybe stronger protections than anyone else in the temple... but you're just a child"

Smaragudi's green eyes, his voice, are soft and gentle everywhere.

"Adults are happy to be sweet to their children."

……

For the devil tribe, the act of touching a place close to the corner is an act that only the affectionate one allows. But to the extent that she did not react to it, it was proof that she was open minded to Smaragudi.

(This child is... still young, but seems to be held responsible for being a single cleric...)

Swallow a sigh that seems to come out unexpectedly.

That's not what this girl in front of you should look like.

He slowly healed her mind, feeling the way she had grown to the challenges she had given him, and also responding as an educator.

That was clearly shown a few years later, when Smaragdi told Mov, calmly but clearly.

"Maybe there's not much more I can teach Mov."

A surprising look comes to her, who doesn't put her emotions too strongly on the face of words that mean separation.

The spicy look of her shakes her mind a little, but Smaragdi was also afraid of her condition.

"... you won't be as frightened of a woman as you used to be, will you?

"... but"

"It's not just me, you should learn more from different people."

Gyu, Smaragudi also clouded his expression at how Mov gripped the hem of his clothes. I didn't imitate it like I was shaking it off, I held her hand softly.

"You will hear the voices of many people and relate to many. No matter how much 'Temple (here)' says it's a closed narrow world, I don't want you to narrow the world from yourself so you can only relate to me"

It was something he could also have predicted that Mov, deeply wounded in his heart, would depend on Smaragdi for his dedication to watching over and healing it.

I don't want to be a truncated imitation.

But she's going to be a child of great power in the temple. You must not rely on someone to do anything to entrust everything to that word.

She is losing her childhood and turning into an adult woman. In view of that, now would be the one separation.

Smaragdi's decision was not wrong.

Smaragudi herself did not stop visiting the temple on a regular basis because of the accumulation of hearts and minds that kept her involved as a mentor.

Still, it was not an intimate time for the two of us, as before, but a clear indication of the distance between those who visit and those who welcome them, between the two sides.

As Mov grew, being evilly pushed to take power through her was also not meant for Smaragudi, so the state of being able to watch Mov grow wisely was a moderate sense of distance for him.

That swayed me a few years after Mov was completely in adolescence and stopped growing.

It was one late night.

A voice was heard announcing a visit to Smaragdi's house, which lives in Shirai.

He opens the door, stunned by the imagination of the Lord of the Voice. There stood a mov covered in thin veil with purple hair that was beautiful and brilliant only by the pale light indoors, even in the dark at night.

In the depths of the temple, there were numerous questions she wanted to ask about being in the city without taking a confession, that the time was midnight, that she knew her house.

Still, he swallowed all the words.

As I did to her at an early age, she smiles calmly and calls out her name with a gentle voice.

"... what's up, Mov?

With just one word of that, she was hoarding a large grain of tears in her eyes, raising her voice and crying out.

Precious stones adorned with silverware lowered to the corners, glittered with overflowing tears and containing light.