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

"Why, Mov, is it tiny?

I guess there is no malice at all in Platinum's statement that And Mov, his mother, thought.

The twin daughters are highly curious and question various things. The fact that the father is an expert also goes hand in hand, everything in the world has a reason, and the joy of satisfying intellectual curiosity is already known at this young age.

That would be delightful.

Instead of retaining what is given as peace of mind, an attitude of questioning and trying to obtain an answer to that question is preferable.

Either of these children will eventually be the lords of the kingdom who bear Vasuglio. And there will come a time when the other, who was not chosen, will be forced to make big decisions.

Thinking for yourself and looking for answers are very important qualities.

- Well, it is.

If you shouldn't raise your hand against a toddler, you won't raise your hand because Smaragdi is pushing you just in case. However, it would be my job to teach and to be a mother that there are things in this world that I should not say.

That's how Mov concluded, confronting Platinum, who looks up at herself with a purely curious look.

Much.

Grab both cheeks of my daughter.

Her daughter's cheeks stretched more than she thought, even without caging her strength.

"Platinum"

"Pi!"

When you call your daughter by her official name instead of her usual nickname, Platinum is scared. And bounced big.

"There are things in the world that you shouldn't ask, things that you shouldn't say. Sometimes silence is the right choice."

"Phew..."

Platinum, who raised her strange voice and looked up at her mother, was shuddering with tears in her eyes.

More cheeks, more. If I pulled, my daughter's tears were even more exciting.

Mov speculates that her daughter's doubts are due to the fact that the two rich feminine rounds that prepare her for the samurai, who is probably her other 'woman', are not herself - modest.

Platinum simply wondered, I guess no malice.

But it (...) is the site of Mov's complex.

Mov, with a love affair for Smaragudi, sought him out. Though it made sense, he didn't choose me as a woman in love. He's so sweet, he just couldn't cut himself off.

That's what makes me think so was the burden itself on Mov. Because Smaragdi is the one who takes care of himself, Mov is not confident in himself as a woman, and leads him to ruin because of himself, some regrets.

The ability to be involved in the reign should be drilled.

But I don't know what to do to get a feminine rich silhouette. She has been a thin, thin body ever since she was a child.

Smaragdi may prefer a more feminine physical appearance. Mov had such anxiety because he admired it.

"Lagu, lagu"

"What's the matter, Lisso, in such a hurry?

It was then that the semi-crying Frisos pulled Smaragdi desperately.

So what Smaragdi saw was another daughter's cheek, left to right, mumble. And as he stretched out, he was the center of an ambush temple, a mov of hegemony that dealt with a fox-like old age far older than himself.

I didn't know what was going on, but I think for now.

(This is crying)

I can't cry. Not only is Platinum exposed directly to Mov's anger, but Frisos, who ran for his father's help, is also shivering in tears.

"Mov, leave it around there. Not only is Latina scared, but Lisso is scared."

Smaragudi reprimands Mov with a slightly tough voice. Then not only my daughters, but even Mov saw me in tears.

I really don't know what's going on.

Platinum cheeks free from Mov's hands, punny. and return to its original form. Platinum held her own cheek and looked at Smaragdi with a puffy tremor.

"Rug, Latina's cheek, you got it right?

"It's okay, I didn't get it."

Apparently, for my daughter, it was enough fear to be ripped off both cheeks.

Usually a pleasant platinum heads towards Smaragdi, to Frisos, who was clinging to his father in tears.

Put your hands together with one crack of your own, so that your daughters may share the terror they have tasted. and cuddled.

Smaragdi, who was hugging and flashing those two, had a grudge against Mov. His gaze and eyes met.

It is obstinate.

Mov doesn't have a lot of emotions on his face. But Smaragdi was able to read her emotions.

"... Mov"

……

Called by Smaragdi, she turned silently to her muffled face. If he looks like that, he'll have to laugh bitterly, too.

"... were you annoyed by Latina (...)?

To Smaragdi's words, insurance fades from Mov.

She must have been 'hard on her daughter'. Yet she seems to be less jealous that only her daughters can be spoiled by Smaragdi.

To abandon it as adultless, Smaragdi knew that her younger girlfriend was always working harder than she needed to.

My daughters regained their normal hearts first, but thus monopolized him, as they did at an early age, in a situation where Mov would not be able to leave holding onto him on Smaragdi's lap.

It led to the situation of confusing the squire who came to call the "princess witch" who would not return to her official duties.

As a result, Smaragdi heard about the contents of "Harsh by Platinum,"

"I think it's Mov's personality, including his inferiority."

And without a single cold sweat, I said farewell.

"... more preferable to the feminine..."

"It was something I wished for from you, but I'm the one who accepted it and decided to be with Mov."

Mov, holding on to himself and voicing anxiety, was not like 'The Princess Witch Who Forsees Everything'.

Because she could show such facts as are obvious, Smaragudi also became sweet and kind to her.

"If you were someone other than Mov, you wouldn't have met such cute kids."

"Smaragdi seems to be more important to Latina and Lisso..."

Smaragudi also thinks that Mov, who lives tougher than anyone against his own responsibilities, seems so cute that he only says sweet things to himself that way.

In the end, he caged his strength in his arms holding her much younger than himself, saying he might like to be sweetened that way.

Not my daughters, but today I decide to keep spoiling her plenty.

"Because you're the children born between you and Mov. It's important."

If you're the one you hate, even if you wanted to, this is how you won't be together afterwards.

I can't tell you how long I've been with her.

Smaragdi went on to lay more words around it to teach her this sweet, little less confident.

Smaragdi's whispers reached only her, but the sisters who saw such parents laughed at each other.

"Mov, how's it going with the rug?

"Pretty good."

"Hey."

My favorite father's hug had been monopolized by his mother, but all we do is have each other, and we force ourselves into a connected hand.

In a happy mood in his chest, Frisos and Platinum walked down a limited area behind the temple - everything in the world for both of us - to take a walk.