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

"Lagu."

"Lagoon, honey, chill."

"Come on, come on."

And then, when the daughters who walked out began to chat without their tongues, the power of cuteness was half.

"Talk to me?

"Honey."

"Chi."

Platinum and Frisos, aligning their voices side by side, are always holding hands. He looked up to his father, Smaragdi, with the same trick.

Smaragdi narrows her eyes to the adorability of her daughters, wondering if these young children still don't even have a clear sense that they are separate.

"Today, then, let's tell the story of a hero from a distant country"

"Chiru."

"Lagoon, dawg"

Platinum twists her cuddle as she climbs onto Smaragdi's knee, sitting on her chair. The gray-eyed daughter, apparently much like her mother, was a sweetheart.

"Neither Lisso, nor Lisso."

"Don't panic, Lisso. Yeah, well, Latina's the only bad thing."

Smiling bitterly at his golden-eyed daughter claiming herself as Smaragudi slapped her sitting chair, he put both his daughters on their own laps.

"If you guys get a little older, it might be harder for you two to hold each other."

"Hey."

"It's the same thing."

"Right. Well, I guess I'll have to try."

To the protest voices of his daughters, nodding with a serious face, Smaragdi dug a piece of history that had happened in the past out of his memory and chewed it up and told it like a fable for young children.

The daughters are listening to the smile and his story without thinking about the difficult things. The soft, serene voice of Smaragdi had a pleasant sound just listening.

"Instructor"

"Oh, it's been a while, Aspida."

My godson visited my living room, as if I had anticipated the time when the story would just separate. He was one of the few to know the existence of Smaragdi father and daughter.

"... totally, it looks like your parenting is on the board..."

Aspida grinned bitterly with the face that she originally thought she was the one to do anything cleverly. There are basically few demonic men involved in parenting.

"I never thought my child would be so cute."

"Yo?"

If Frisos imitates the end of Smaragdi's words, plus Platinum laughs with pleasure. To the appearance of his daughters like two kittens, Smaragdi grated the two on the floor with a happy look on his face.

"Rug?"

"Hmm?"

"I'll tell you a little bit of a difficult story. You two play a little. Come on."

Platinum, who tilted her neck, also seemed to have quickly forgotten the question if Frisos had pulled her hand and walked out.

A limited world behind the temple.

Among them, the young sisters walk to the courtyard, where they can feel the light outside. That was our two favorite playground there.

Aspida, watching the two of them like that, groaned pompously.

"... do you still look like a princess witch"

The two mothers, Mov, originally had a neat face, but after growing up and growing up, there was an added standing behavior with calm, polished to beauty. Her mystical impression is also reinforced by a floating atmosphere separated from the public: the temple.

Let Smaragdi tell you, it also makes him a natural daughter without public knowledge, but the fact that Mov is beautiful was for him to admit it too.

The two sisters look just like each other and inherit their mother's impression. The face of his father, Smaragudi, is somewhat mediocre, but his genetics were also handed down to his daughters in a good direction, apparently. For the beauty of Mov, who had a difficult atmosphere to get close to, the two daughters were joined by the adorability of attracting the nostalgic others.

Even subtracting Smaragdi's parent silly, the two sisters were very cute looking children.

"No matter how adorable those kids are, I won't allow them to make a deal."

"Whatever it takes, you'll still be too young"

And, it was Aspida who answered, but I felt the illusion that Smaragudi was hiding behind his smile a kind of bottom-cold intimidation.

I shudder at the cold running on my back.

Even after she grew up, Aspida, who had no children, didn't understand the killing intentions of her father, who said she wouldn't do it to anyone.

"Is something wrong?

"Actually..."

Still refocused on Smaragdi's condition, which he gently urged, Aspida tells of the recent state of the temple.

Even though Mov took on the role of the highest priest, she is still young.

Dealing with young people, including the Aspidas who assisted her in doing so, who could be called old age, who were only old enough to think and congeal themselves, was a heavy burden.

Smaragdi, whose mouth was stiff and not 'others' for Mov, had become such a young man's advisor.

As he had once ruled out the men who tried to reach out to Mov, he was steadily entrenching Mov's solid position.

Let Smaragudi himself say that he is not old for Dada, but in his relentless manner, the godchildren renewed their respect for the Master.

"Lagu."

"Hmm? What's wrong?

Pompous, Frisos and Platinum, who came running over with their hands held together, each held a small flower in the hand of the empty one.

With a full grin, Platinum offers it to Smaragdi.

"Oh no."

"Akiyu"

"Will you? Thank you, you look beautiful."

The two smile at each other as they break their knees and receive a look at Smaragdi.

"What will you do with the Frisos flowers?

"Mov's."

"Akiyu's"

"Right. Mov would love that. Shall we stay in the water so it doesn't wither?

"Yeah."

"Omizu."

Looking at his daughters, praised by their favorite father, who seemed even happier, Smaragudi's smile also seemed even happier.

"Mother of all things, water that feeds life."

My daughters stared up at Smaragudi spinning even a long chant.

Originally, with every longer chant, magic strengthens its power. At the same time, the difficulty of control and the magic it consumes were becoming a huge burden.

The magic that Smaragudi originally possessed is not so great. Using powerful magic, it wasn't strange to faint with out magic.

But he was able to do so by gathering magic at one point of his fingertips and minimizing the range of effects. It also made magic control more difficult, but he made it easier.

"Healing Water"

In a shallow small plate, the magically summoned water is filled.

Smaragdi gently put the little flowers he had received from his daughter in there.

A flower that was squeezing and shriveling by a toddler regains its raw colour.

When he imitated his father's condition and Frisos put his own gripping flowers in there as well, Smaragdi stroked Frisos' head, just saying he had done well.

Only Aspida sighs at the magic of the master's extraordinary skill.

Originally, it is not possible for a concurrent surgeon to settle the "water", which, after its manifestation, is caged with the healing effect that should disappear as a magical phenomenon, by rewriting part of the spell.

The young daughters see the 'magic' that their father performs with a glittering curiosity, but they didn't seem to think it was' unlikely 'in the public.

The mother, the princess, is also a talented woman who was born with mighty magic and received Smaragudi's incense.

It does not become the standard of the world.

Speaking of which, what the Master was telling his daughters was the 'fable' of the past that actually happened. Even if it resembles a metaphorical tale for young children, it can be about the reign of a namesake, or a confused public opinion of a king who was a fool. There is no significant difference between the subject matter to be considered by those involved in politics in the Temple of Aspidas during the study group and the content alone.

(What is the son of a mentor and a princess witch... how will she grow up before becoming a 'king'...)

Aspida sighed again as her daughters gave her another hug and saw her disgruntled master.