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

"No. I can't believe it's annoying..."

And Dale, who tried to continue with the constant coat, thought for a moment. Is Vint causing trouble or not?

(My pace, but I'm holding Latina's luggage, I'm playing with Theo... you're working unexpectedly, this guy)

Maybe they work better than the public 'watchdogs'.

However, I am somewhat unwilling to praise him for watching him go too far at my pace.

After an answer in himself, Dale turns to his mother wolf. Vint, I don't even want to give a compliment to them, but not to the mother who would be worried about my child.

"Really, I also play the role I was tasked with, and don't worry, I'm doing it right"

"No. I just wanted to say thank you..."

"No."

Conversations alone seemed to be a common exchange between parents, but the chaos was that the target was a phantom beast.

Vint, once in sight, looked like a doorman. Dale gets frustrated even though he doesn't put it on his face.

There are a few other heavenly wolves besides the mother wolf, but to Dale's conversation with the mother wolf, there is some sign of "no choice". Combined with the mother wolf's fluent apology, Vint seemed to be at this rate of mypace wonko even in his hometown.

"By the way, this time...?

"Our Ko,, will be gone. Retreat."

Vint came to Mother Wolf's side with a translational face, thinking of what Dale meant by Mother Wolf's obsessive response.

"I just want to come."

"?"

"I feel sorry for him, too, so there was only one."

In Vint's reply, Dale also comes to the guess that the topic is about the three jeans.

If I tried to interpret it properly, it would mean, "My three kids are gone, so I'm here to look for them".

One convinced, yeah, nodding. In front of Dale, the mother wolf suddenly opened her mouth wide and let Vint take a blow.

"Cane!

"Ooh. That sounded unusual and doggy..."

In front of Dale, who admires the strange spot, Vint was bitten hanging out afterwards. The mother wolf easily takes a vint trying to escape. Vint, suppressed of his movements with the forelimbs of his mother wolf, raised his pity again.

"Cain."

Neither do the surrounding heavenly wolves show any signs of stopping.

So neither did Dale feel comfortable getting his hands on it. I don't think it's a good idea to be involved in dog-streaming, and I don't see any injuries or bloodshed in bitten vints. The fact that the mother wolf was adding and subtracting was also clearly known to the different dails of the race.

(But well, being bitten by a large carnivore is a pretty hard 'yummy'...)

And I admire the body of the mother wolf. With a quick vint completely free of hands and feet, he is powerless and continues to heal. I also thought that maybe the body technique of direct attack was better than Hagel's.

After a brief yummy time, Vint rolled around and pointed his belly hair at his mother wolf.

It is a pose of total surrender.

So the mother wolf also stopped the attack.

If Dale looked at Vint, he had tears in his eyes. This is the same face Latina had when she was seriously pissed off and ate the brushing restraining order. He's reflecting from the bottom of his heart.

"Er... boy... the kids would be in the city. The presence of a large number of phantom beasts throughout the human city is a source of confusion..."

The truth is the status quo that has flown in, and it is havoc enough.

"I know."

"I'll bring you here again tomorrow, so can you wait away from the city?

"Please don't hesitate, please don't hesitate."

I really wonder what Vint has been up to, it was a mother wolf vocabulary.

That's how he succeeded in pulling the Tianxiang wolves away from the city, and Dale returned to the Tiger Cat Pavilion.

And you'll figure out that there are more people to persuade than the Tianxiang wolves.

It was Emma's, all-powerful ear that held the jeans together.

Dauntlessly, Kennis, a brother, decides to look aside at his beloved daughter's resistance with an unwilling face. Taking up the jeans made me say, "I hate my dad!" I saw fear of being issued.

If Rita, her mother, drops her thunder, things will go to an end, but at the same time she will cry so much about whether it is not the end of the world.

Regular customers who knew about it also seemed to turn to the side of static, though sweet on 'Billboard Daughter'.

In Emma's tiny arms, holding the jeans seems to be the limit, and the twisted, moving gray jeans succeed in escaping.

The other two slipped out of Emma's arms as well, clapping carefully to pull back those jeans as they waved their tails toward Latina.

The jeans flock to Latina and wave their tails flourishing. Seeing how those jeans were, Emma made a little brow into a cunt and a ha-ha.

"Emma."

The voice where Latina called Emma was a voice that sounded so gently and comfortably to her ears.

With just one word, Emma cried. Latina invites Emma with a smile on her face, holding her tight.

"Yay... Yay..."

"Yeah."

Listen to Emma crying out loud, holding her tight without scolding her. All right, all right, stroke your head, and wait patiently until Emma regains her composure.

"These kids, your mother picked them up."

Latina then looks Emma straight in the eye and tells her in a gentle voice.

"Mother, I think I was very worried"

"But..."

"Yeah. You know Emma, too. You're just lonely."

I don't like it, but, because - - Latina was smiling really gently, listening to Emma repeating herself.

Latina is so sweet. There's somewhere to tighten yourself up that you shouldn't just sweeten it. Still, the fundamental part is sweetness.

It may be the way of mind to bury the great loss experience of childhood. And maybe it was the way it was because Dale was trying to spoil it to the bottom.

So Latina was also good at spoiling others.

Lean in gently, supporting the wounded with her greatest trait: tenderness and healing.

Overflowing with charity was something that sometimes even felt divine.

(Well, if 'Demon King' is anything like God, 'Goddess' doesn't make a mistake!)

But that doesn't matter, Dale was still sorry.

This is all the more so when Latina's growth is seen, the part of him that doesn't grow - the blurredness of his freshness - stands out clearly.

"Vint, you can turn it over to your brother and sister, your mother, right?

"Wahoo."

Dale, uh, notices and speaks to Vint next door. Although Vint was only making it look moist shortly after his mother pissed him off, he was totally back to normal and laying low asleep for good.

"... don't you want to be homesick or lonely?

Against goodbye, I don't see anything like that in this womb.

That's why it was Dale's question that came up, but the same unbad response came from Vint.

"Follow me again."

"Hey?"

The word reflection does not seem to be found in this womb.

"Muko may come."

…………

Dale couldn't immediately respond to that remark.

It's not in Dale's knowledge of how long it will take the jeans in the hairy balls to understand the humanities and fly in independently.

But there's no guarantee that a winged wok isn't roaming around in the city of Kreutz decades from now. Instead, it was easy to imagine that.

By frequently taking Latina to her hometown and letting her come into contact with her in the mountains, it shall be a gas drain for the Heavenly Wolf. The thought of - - can also cause the situation to get worse if there are more Latina and knowledgeable woks.

No specific solution came to mind, and Dale looked at Latina holding Emma, holding her head.

In the meantime, this incident seems to have reduced the distance between those two at once.

At a young Emma opponent, Dale doesn't feel jealous, but the shape of Theo, who was taken both 'sister' and 'sister' at once, had a complex face called Gugi.

Dale went into his thoughts again, saying it was a mistake.

Because of this, Dale was oblivious that there was no guarantee that the Hairy Balls of the day were honestly convinced to go home.

It is that Vint's sibling dog. It wasn't a glimmer.

Immediately after this, inside the Tiger Cat Pavilion, there will be an all-night cover-up of Mahogany Balls and Dale, who will do their utmost to escape, was the real story.