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

"Chan," "Chan," "Wow."

Three hairballs ring in a high voice. With a strangely convincing face to it, Dale nodded one.

"Unlike Vint, you sound like a dog properly"

"Wahoo."

"Yours is a lie."

Without worrying about Dale and Vint interacting that way, the three hairballs went towards Latina at the same time. Twirling around, he tries to climb onto her knees, honking with a sweet voice.

"Whew..."

Animal lover Latina folds her knees and hugs her hairballs with both arms, also forgetting to completely get into the status quo. He was licked on the cheeks with a pepper and broke his rapport.

The hairy balls caressed by her seemed satisfied, and she narrowed her eyes in all comfort.

"... what shall I do, Dale? Jeans are adorable!

"Ah. You're finally back."

Forgetting his surroundings completely for a while, the color of reason returned to Latina, who was immersed in the hairy balls.

Loving the way she looked so happy was also left behind in silence because it was life work for Dale.

"Vint, what's wrong, you jealous dog?"

From the way you have wings, you can deduce that you are the jewel dog of "Skywolf". But you're too young, the jeans, none of them spoke a human language.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"Vint's brother dog?

If you say so, two out of three have gray furs very similar to Vint's. But it was a lot more fluffy than Vint.

Everyone is already a 'dog caller', but no one there had any doubts. The 'dog' standard is very crazy in this store (Tiger Cat Pavilion).

"I was born sometime."

"Is that what it is"

"Daddy's surprised too"

"Uh... were you born while me and the rest of the world were wandering"

The journey to the annihilation of the Demon King was already becoming a thing of the past for Dale and a nuance like a world caricature-hanging journey. It is the work of a brave man whose murdered demon king is not floated.

"Speaking of which, what happened to Hagel?

"I'm flirting with Mummy."

Vint's response to Latina's inquiry was unrelenting to the father wolf.

"Also, I might fumble"

"Chan," "Chan," "Chan."

The jeans, seeing where they answer the same, seem to understand the humanities. And it also seemed to the jeans that it was a relationship between Hagel and his daughter-in-law, who seemed to be so.

"Well... sometimes you say you're coming after me, and he said the job of head of the herd is retired."

"Were you?

"I guess I have time..."

Hagel apparently enjoys a second dog student after retiring. It is the father-wolf-like behavior of my paced Vint.

"Daddy and Mummy, Mizuno, Rabu"

Dale is suddenly trapped in such thoughts that this dog also lives longer in the Tiger Cat Pavilion and has more subtle words every day.

And Latina, completely fascinated by the adorability of the jeans, had also lost sight of Dale, whose specifications were completely unfortunate.

Immediately after this, "Tiger Cat Pavilion" became a meeting place after convening regular guests on an emergency basis.

"Kenneth, shut the store door for now"

"Rita, I'm sorry, but we're going to take a temporary recess, and we're going to restrict access for the general public."

"You have no choice. Theo, go upstairs with Emma. I'm taking good care of you!

"I ran people to the gendarmerie yard. The captain should be here any minute."

Looking at the bumpy, noisy faces, Latina looks strange and loves the hairy balls.

Dale, on the other hand, reacted as if the brain circuit had finally been connected there. The recoil that survived a serious period of bravery seems a lot more serious.

"... it's not that hard"

"Wahu?

"Even jeans with no fighting power like this are phantom beasts, right? There's gonna come out a favorite guy who wants even loads of gold, and a craftsman who wants phantom beasts as material, right?

"Ah..."

So Latina also finally remembered that the 'dog' is a rare creature called the phantom beast.

Vint's sibling dogs, held by such latinas, are sweet biting her fingertips. It was a hairball with zero killing power, no matter what I saw.

"Because if anything happens to these jeans, the heavenly wolves inside will come to retaliate"

Kenneth tells me that Latina turns her troubled face to Vint.

As always, Vint was the unconscious face of the party, scratching his back with a fake on my pace and a hind leg.

"Well... right"

"That would be the easiest thing to do"

"He's the one with the most free time."

After a tentative and enthusiastic debate, we all came to a conclusion with a sigh of sigh.

While each one says something unsolicited, the facades summoned to the meeting see Dale in each.

Without even paying attention to that gaze, Dale was watching Latina, who was strapped to her hairy balls, without attending a meeting. Vint, jealous of his siblings, pays his hair balls with pointy forelegs and puts his head all over Latina's lap. Latina strokes her head with a bitter smile, fixes her mood and shakes her tail happily.

Neither did the jeans paid by Vint look snaggy with it, and the two went around beside their brother dog and back to Latina, one with a crushed eye on Latina on Vint's back.

"That's cute."

"You're really cute"

Unaware of Dale's inner monologue, Latina responds to Dale with a smile. Dale narrowed his eyes, but spoke to Vint.

"Vint, 'cause you say you want to come' is... what's the purpose of this jean?"

"Of course, Latina"

"I guess......"

Apparently her stroke skills are already legendary (charismatic) for the Skywolves.

"Daddy is also slightly hairless and full of moteola"

"Latina's brushing..."

"Mummy and I flirted. Probably, fufufu."

"Chan," "Chan," "Chan."

The jeans also seemed to favor more siblings.

"You're close."

"Rabu Rabu"

So Latina seems to have a quality favored by dog-based creatures. The jeans never leave Latina's side, and Vint sees such a sibling as normal.

So Dale finally noticed his surrounding gaze gathering on himself.

"... what?

"No, the purpose of that jewel is Latina, isn't it?

"I hear so."

Dale nodded back to Kenneth, who began speaking on behalf of the group.

"If so, jeans will be near Latina for the longest time"

"Well......"

"Then, inevitably, the man in charge of the jeans is you, and I've come to the conclusion"

"What?"

The temperature of the surrounding gaze becomes simultaneously lukewarm on the listened back Dale.

"You haven't moved from Latina's side lately."

"I'm looking at your little girl's ass."

"You're just looking at my ass."

Dale's point of objection was, it was weird.

"You don't have to leave Latina's side for a good reason, and it's not all hail for you."

He reacts to Rita's words, not to the fullness, but to the likeness of it, and he is at the end of all things.

"Besides, you're the biggest power in this. Powerfully, I can't believe I'm going to get my hands on you... and I'm not going to do it unless I'm stupid enough."

"Then the strongest escort for the jeans will also be you"

The Brave Man of Platinum, currently a hero of salvation on a global scale, has a greater say than the Count, lord of this city, if he goes out.

He is also a great warrior who defeated numerous demon kings, as told by the hero Tan. Those who can defeat him in the exercise of their strength - including the reality of becoming a sub-standard demon - first of all, do not exist today.

"... Vint, you can't just keep the jeans here."

Understanding that he can push the blame, Dale is like a parent telling a child, "If you pick it up, you can't keep it with us!" Turn to your face like you have an exchange.

Well, it was a rather surreal sight that the person who said it was also a 'dog'.

"Daddy and Mummy, if you don't need to, turn back."

"Ah. Is that what it feels like to be brought here to play?

"Ki-yu," "Ku-yu," "Chan."

Head to Dale with a slightly relieved face and wave his tail around as the jeans honk with their sweet voices.

"Then you're leaving in a while, right?

"Back."

The jeans, imitating Vint and aligning their voices, were certainly adorable to see with fluffy furrows and crisp eyes.

……

For a while, Latina, looking at Dale leaning toward the mood to say if it was good, leaned her neck.

(I knew it was just Vint's sibling dog...)

Latina was aware of the appearance of a jealous dog making a calculus, bruised cuteness push.

Well, she didn't take it as malicious, and the procedure was as good as Vint's, even though she accepted it very much.

(Well. Pretty good, I guess)

In the end, Latina couldn't beat this temptation.