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

(Scarer than when I confronted the Demon King... eh)

That was the frank current mood of Dale.

The man in front of him looked less pungent for the sake of Latina and Frisos' father. It has a calm and sensible appearance, but it is very different from what is called aesthetic form.

Dale met with 'him' after he had already lost his lifetime shadow after he had become a deceased. I could also say that I had never seen my face like this.

To him smiling in front of Dale now, there is no insurance.

Still, Dale could not accept it as friendly because of his own feelings or honestly.

"Ah... here we go, I..."

"Rug."

Latina smiled and ran over to the man the moment she regained her mind and thought to say hello. I hug him all the time and close my eyes happily.

Because the Demons are a species with a long adolescence, I don't think there is so much difference in age between Latina and her father in terms of appearance.

Still, Dale watched as Latina sweetened him, without ever remembering jealousy.

"Wow. Can't you move?"

"What do you think of me..."

Respond with a sigh to Frisos laughing with Niyaniya.

Don't let it seem like a totalization of jealousy, Dale, whose words and deeds are normalized, but I know very well that Latina deeply admires her father. If we could meet again this way (...), we accepted that we would have no choice but to sweeten it.

"Rag, I'm really happy."

"Right. They see you laughing properly, and I think I can say that from the bottom of my heart.... Well done, Latina."

While wiping her tearful eyes, Latina was stroked by her father and smiled happily.

Smaragdi, who sees such a latina, also has a very happy look. To my gentle voice and smile, I felt the similarity that this man must indeed be Latina's father.

"I guess that's also because you've been kind enough to protect Latina. I really appreciate you saving my daughter."

It was a word of gratitude directed at Dale with a gentle grin.

Dale was ashamed of himself for lacking much gratitude for his nervousness. Instantly correct your expression and posture and face Smaragdi upright.

"I'm so sorry to say hello to you so late. It's Dale Leki. It's your first time."

"I am Smaragdi... I wonder if the human race would have a family name indicating their affiliation. Anything close to the Demon family name, using the mother's name, distinguishes her from anyone else's, but it doesn't really matter to you in the human race."

The refreshing appearance of his tongue gives a glimpse of how good he is at teaching others things.

Though youthful in appearance, Dale was set to maintain his correct posture in such a way as to put his mentor in front of him in his hometown.

"I don't think you have to be so nervous..."

Leaning his neck, Latina lined the table with baked sweets she brought to the souvenir.

Next to such a latina, a woman with long purple hair, also familiar with Dale, stared down at the baked sweets. After a while of observation, he grabbed it and hitched it from the corner. I am trying to stay silent. It was kind of like a small animal trick.

When I met her before, I had the impression that she was a resolute, Rin woman, but the way she eats with both hands of Chima and Madeleine is very similar to the Latina atmosphere.

When she finished eating the first, she stared at the confectionery in front of her daughter with her golden eyes. Frisos laughs bitterly and offers his mother Madeleine before him.

Without hesitation, she held the sweets offered with both hands and began chewing again.

"... hey Frisos"

"What?

"Me, my first impression was that Latina was like her father, and I thought you were like her mother... maybe the other way around?

"Platinum was always said to resemble Mov."

"That's right..."

Latina listened to her sister and Dale's conversation with her neck tilted in wonder. They're unconscious of us.

(Nevertheless... it felt so much more hostile and I was ready to be greeted...)

Much more than I thought, the signs emanating from Smaragdi were friendly and calm.

(However, you can't have a daughter (Latina) for a few brave men who have fought for the Demon King! I thought you were going to say... I would say)

Even tying past history, Dale is the first to kill almost all Demon Kings. That doesn't make it a worldly standard.

Dale was like that, he was just touring his thoughts, and he didn't give it to his mouth, but Smaragdi opened his mouth to answer Dale's questions with a smile.

"Well, if you did something innocuous to Latina... whatever you did, you pulled her into the Yellow Springs."

With a smile on my face, I've said something rash.

"Before you wanted Latina, Latina wanted you."

I have the illusion that my body temperature will drop. Dale, the valiant warrior, was barometric, even though his smile and voice tone remained the same.

"My lovely platinum (...) can't be put on my sleeve."

"I agree with that"

Dale responded immediately.

Yes, it is. Rather than what Dale himself said, it can't be better to be so cute that Latina's first love, which she wants to cherish more than anyone else, doesn't come to fruition - that is, to be heartbroken.

Such an unreachable thing should taste the reproaching bitterness of hell.

To the extent that I consider what a contradiction is, Dale's thought circuit was terminal.

"If you match Platinum to unfortunate eyes in the future, don't you think you can have a peaceful life?"

- Sneaky. And, reflectively, Dale thinks. Whether you are an 'out-of-standard brave man', the attack of such an approach is out of specialty on how to prevent it. Though Dale is a clergyman for once, divinity about the "God of Orange (Cormosey)" is not strong for the immortal.

And I didn't even try to interfere with it, and I thought it was going to break through lightly and sneak up on me.

"... I will do everything in my power"

"It would help if you did."

Smaragdi smiles and says in the expression of a strong Dale.

"I guess you say Platinum can't be happy if it's not you. Because she's stubborn like her parents."

Throughout the meantime, Mov, who was eating Momogu and Madeleine, swallowed the contents of his mouth with a sawdust and looked at Dale.

"Do you want to know which one will be born, man or woman, when one day you will have a child?

It was a sudden statement without any pulse abbreviation. Latina is Pough. and blush cheeks.

Dale smiled a little bitterly and answered Mov.

"'Sooner or later,' that's enough 'words'."

"Right."

The "Word" of the prophet of the rare "Purple God (Banafsegi)" is worth more than gold on its own. The demons are a difficult race to give children, but with their words they could wait as long as they wanted. Time is running out.

Smiling at Dale's response, Mov carried Latina's brewed tea to his mouth in a very elegant manner. It seems separate from earlier childish behavior. Without even trying to hide such a two-sided nature, Mov grinned loosely and rubbed against Smaragdi.

Smaragdi also sees Mov in a gentle face different from what he points at his daughters. I thought I understood that Latina grew up mercifully by these parents.

I'll take care of Latina.

"... I wonder if it would help if you cared about Frisos as well. He's a good kid, but he's got a resemblance to his mother."

It was Dale's perceived last sight that Smaragudi, who said so, smiled with a slightly troubled face.

"Uh..."

Still in the dark room, Dale sounded groaning.

(Along the way, even dreams were unconscious...)

So that's what dreams are, but it was a dream that I couldn't truncate if it was kind of clearly a 'dream'.

"... take Latina, next time, let's go to the grave..."

And I'd like to hear Frisos's opinion on this, but I also thought I'd discuss whether the body alone should be returned to my hometown, not in such a forest. I contacted Gregor and thought that we should bury the bodies of their mothers together, because the two of us in our dreams were a very rapprochement and gentle relationship.

"Hmm..."

But more than that, Dale surrounded himself with a healthy sleeping latina. Loosen your cheeks to a strange pitch of sleep called supi supi.

"I'll try to make you happy."

Dale closed his eyes, whispering to Latina, who would sleep with all his future ambitions.

After awhile I woke up. It is a raccoon sleeping for Latina to enjoy moving around with herself in a state of disappointment, even when she tries to wake up.

It is also to exchange words with her in the new year earlier than anyone else.

"It's been a good year," Dale said, looking forward to saying.