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

Ah. This is a dream.

Looking at the sight in front of him, Dale grasped his situation that way.

(Yesterday... Sure, Latina asked me to go for a walk because it's Holy Night...)

Think back to last night.

New Year's Eve evenings are called "Holy Nights," and they are taught to hold feasts with close people and families, spend time at home and celebrate New Year's Eve.

Hanging the talisman transferred from the temple at the entrance to the house seems to be a curse (serious), "Don't let bad things come in," and it's also very profitable to avoid the special undead that will only appear in the city on that day.

Latina saw Dale with a crisp face, securely decorating both the front and back doors of "Tiger Cat Pavilion" with a glorious talisman decorated with plants in a circle.

"Dale."

"What?

"I'm going out tonight."

"What?"

Dale uttered his voice today because he knew that Latina hated unparalleled haunts (undead).

For some reason, Dale still remembers clearly the figure of Latina, surrounded as a child and crying heavily by an undead of black figures who only surrender on the night of "Holy Night".

"Why would you do that..."

"I'm not good at it, so try to overcome it!... Frisos, too, said he became good at 'purifying' magic!

(... you weren't just Latina)

Dale shrugged in his heart.

I knew Latina was feverish about what to do because she remembered the magic of the anti-undead system and was scared, but her sister seemed to be in the same situation. The traumatic poor to the undead seems to be something the sisters have in common.

For this reason, Frisos didn't like the undead because, like Latina, it came from a graveyard poi-throwing fear experience.

"The rest was not only 'heaven' attribute magic, but also 'underworld' attribute magic, versus undead magic," said Frisos, speaking out in his true face, who, in some ways, was defending his mother's teachings and overcoming trauma in the direction of punching him head-on.

- - "Overcoming" is an over-defensive feeling of unleashing powerful magic on even an almost harmless lower spiritual opponent, but it was a major item there.

"Me too, Rose taught me how to 'purify' magic and it shouldn't be like it used to be, but I'm still anxious by myself..."

"Then go out of your way..."

"But yeah. When something happens, I'm more scared if I can't use it, so I feel like practicing."

I couldn't say enough that my remarks were very positive.

Apparently, Latina's journey to 'overcome' her undead hatred is still going to be long.

(But I do...)

It's hard to go all the way out to places like graveyards and underground labyrinths to practice magic, and the load would beat the scared latina too much.

Besides, this time he doesn't jump out on his own and wants to accompany himself properly. I wouldn't make her feel dangerous if I were attached.

"If you run into an undead when I'm gone... it's tough..."

"Maybe I can chant a spell properly, but I can't feel safe without actually trying"

"Right..."

I thought hmm, and Dale concluded. Even if Latina feels scared for the undead, that would sweeten her to herself. As a result, it is Aurai.

"Don't push me, okay?

"Yeah."

(In fact, every time Latina sees her undead near the Tiger Cat Pavilion, she lets go of her "purification" magic... and takes her home before she wakes up out of magic... you slept with her.)

Even if he was speaking hard, he was still afraid or Latina, whose hips were pulling a little. Grab Dale's hand and head out of the city together at a closer distance than usual. Then he was surrounded by more undead than Dale had assumed.

Latina in tears, but the chant of the spell itself could be done without problems. And Dale's exasperated killings seem to intimidate the dead as well, and the undead went a certain distance without being able to pack it, and were wiped away by the magic of Latina.

"Done... eh"

"Yeah. Good luck, Latina"

All right, all right. Touch your head like you did to her when you were a young girl, and praise the good fight.

And then the two of us must have definitely gone into bed together. I'm not flirting. My feelings went into the 'Parental Idiot Mode' stopover as I was still spoiled by my fearful latina all the time at an early age.

I still remember falling asleep.

So no doubt, this sight (...) is a dream.

(Situation when I go to say hello to Latina's parents... it can't be!)

Even though I know it's a dream, I sweat in my hands surprisingly. Latina grinning next to herself still seemed cute in her dreams.

I don't know the general lifestyle of Vasuglio. Yet walk in unfamiliar, tidy streets while being taken by Latina. Eventually, we reached in front of a simple sun-dried brick building.

I have Latina's parents in this.

Dale was sloppy and sweaty in a mental state convinced of a situation peculiar to his dreams.

(Even though I know it's in my dreams, what is this, nervousness...)

From inside the building, Frisos smiled niggly and mean with a glimpse of his face.

"Wow. Does it look like a child of a person who is nervous too?"

"You're as cool as ever."

"Look, I'll go inside, but let's be good. I'll be waiting for Rag and Mov."

I accept this situation and go indoors as I am invited, knowing that there can be no such thing as a king of one country picking me up.

When you enter the shade, the temperature you feel decreases slightly. I repeated my deep breath unconsciously, trying to calm down as well.

"Ugh..."

"Are you that nervous?

"Well...... na"

Latina looked up at him wonderfully tilting her neck at the look of Dale, who had become a strong expression.

"Latina... well, then, it's not like this situation..."

When Latina visited Dale's hometown, she was still too young to talk about what a marriage was.

Latina herself, she may have been nervous about where she would visit for the first time, but it's completely different from what Dale is in today.

Without paying any attention to Dale's such patrol, Frisos pointed to the back room further. Latina smiles like a little trouble and still pulls Dale's hand into the room.

Like Latina and Frisos, Dale stood frightened by the appearance of a platinum-haired man.

He was full of hips, unlike a hero who defeated many demon kings.

He smiled calmly, without ever mocking Dale like that.

"Nice to meet you, Ha, I think it's a little strange. But this is the first time I've seen you like this."

Cui's eyes were a colour reminiscent of soft young leaves, a man with glossy black precious stone-like horns, the same one that Latina was wearing.

The person was the father of Latina and Frisos, who for Smaragdi-Dale had only met after becoming deceased.