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

Eventually, I saw 'The Forest'.

One of the reasons why Kreutz has developed has also greatly influenced the fact that it has brought together many adventurers looking for this' forest ', which is a habitat of warcraft and has many resources.

"Kenneth tells me that when I start a national relationship with Vasilio, I plan to pave the way in here."

"Because Vasilio is in this' forest 'and desert, in an environment isolated from the rest of the country. Frisos said he wanted to build a harbor across the desert at any rate. First of all, he said that developing this place with Larband countries was a top priority."

"Until now, the only way to do it is the beast path... and the road isn't exactly waking me up on the map."

"Still, with the help of the regular customers of the Tiger Cat Pavilion, he said he could grasp the general geography. When I broke through to Vasuilio, I was accompanied by a priest from" The Green God (Akdal), "so I think I have a detailed record."

Such records were a very important source of income for the Temple of the "Green God (Akdal)", which became part of the operating expenses.

"So what information do you want again?

"... so this job is also a personal request from me and Frisos"

Having said that and smiled a little lonely, Latina, before joining together, spread out a map with a rough and rough picture of what was going on in the 'forest'.

A corner of it, Vasuilio and Kreutz, from a distorted main line, a path that connects almost the shortest distance, points a little around it.

"Dale and I met for the first time, and it was all over the place."

"Hmm? Yeah."

"What Frisos wants to know is what's around it. Where me and Rag went through...... although I can't remember everything either. I think Frisos wants to know how I got to Larband after Rag and I broke up."

"... right"

Intentionally Dale answered with a bright voice.

It is, for Latina, to trace the memory of her father and her death, as well as to touch upon the hard memories of the time when she was expelled from her homeland.

Still, Latina, who organized her mind about the past, apparently also attached her mind to just facing that memory.

Thinking of her that way, Dale didn't exactly try to ask why Latina had decided to do this investigation at this time.

Nevertheless, Latina, who decided not to hide from each other anymore and discuss it, also firmly told Dale why.

It's just that she was a natural daughter.

Sometimes nature is natural because it does not read anything.

What you can read about it is aquaculture that behaves naturally.

Latina dropped the bomb in the tent of the night camp.

At that time, the only two people in the tent were Latina and Dale.

Dale once did not tend his journey home because he could not secure a watchman. In an environment where vision is obstructed, it is decided that we want to avoid situations where it is not possible to leave the site quickly.

But I have a lot to watch outside today. You don't have to worry about that.

Latina, who seemed sorry that only she would use the tent, had nothing to say in particular because of the fact that she was the client to be escorted and that it was Dale who was carrying the tent.

It was Latina who prepared the meal, but by then, the threesomes were so tired that they could not react to it.

The three of us who have been in the woods have been concerned about our surroundings. I couldn't help but be exhausted.

Latina's liver, which has always been natural, is thicker than usual.

"Well. The job of an escort is not to beat the Warcraft or anything. If we decide it's out of our hands, we need to choose to retreat."

Until the night camp, whenever he encountered a warcraft, Dale was speaking to the three of them that way.

For the girls who have only ever been as small as the exorcism of the Warcraft, the medium-sized, large warcraft that lives behind the 'Forest' is, to be honest, a horrible thing that only makes them shudder in relative terms.

That's why we don't have to fight them all.

The job of escort is only to keep the client safe, not to annihilate the enemy.

But their spirit grew more and more exhausted, having been wary of such warcraft for so long.

It is now in its current state that there was little direct combat, but it was exhausted.

Early after the meal, Dale pulled into the tent with Latina, also caring for the exhausted three.

It was a concern that the supervisor would not be distracted when he was watched all the time.

This is never why you want to have a sweet time alone.

Latina dropped the bomb immediately after entering the tent.

"You know, Dale."

"Hmm? What?

"Frisos, he said he was coming to Larbando soon."

Blown.

It is a statement equivalent to sudden state secrets. Dale can't even blow it.

Without even noticing how Dale was doing, Latina took over the words.

"Frisos, he also said he wanted to visit Rag's grave... so I think that's why I'm looking into it."

"It's not an easy thing... hey...?

Without realizing how cold sweaty Dale looked, Latina tilted her neck just a little.

"He said it would still take some time before we could start a full-scale national deal with the Rabband countries"

"Well, you're right..."

"But while I was talking to Rose and everything, Vasuilio and Larbando State seem to have concluded that they don't even know how to entertain the national embassy of Larbando State as it is because they have so different lifestyles... for now it seems that in a few, they will come to learn the customs of Larbando State and how to do it"

"But I don't think the lord will come out there normally."

"'Western Continental Language' is best used in Vasuilio... because it's Frisos"

Latina says so, but it's about that Ciscon Demon King. I had decided to get a chance to see my sister as soon as possible.

The reason for this is decided later.

Dale, who thinks about it, always said that Frisos' remarks about himself were terrible, but that kind of thing, too, his appreciation of Frisos was terrible enough.

Both were.

"It'll be hard, but it'd be nice to see you just for a second"

Latina's statement smiling so is common sense in a sense.

Frisos, who visits another country as a dignitary of the state, does not normally have the opportunity to meet Latina, who lives in the city well.

(But definitely, I guess I'll make the opportunity to meet...)

The reason Dale sweats cold inside was because it is certainly a fact that the upper echelons of the Larband country also know. When Frisos visits this country, absolutely Latina is summoned to the king's capital.

As it is, you may be presented to the social community as Vasilio's sister princess.

At that time, what position would I be in?

Dale sighed and hugged Latina.

I don't even care what Latina does properly and cage my strength in the embrace. It is a rest period in which the end has been seen. I reasoned that I had to enjoy my first glass.

"Dale?"

"Hmm... no, I wanted to ask you, Latina"

"What?"

"Does Latina think anything about introducing me to the opposite sex?

"Huh?"

Tingly, Latina glanced at Dale with a surprised face, blinking her big gray eyes.

Ever since I was a kid, I've introduced my friends to Dale, the 'guardian', but I've never been asked that before.

"You mean the Adelinas?

"I have a girl close to me other than myself... are you okay?

Dale's enquiry sounds like a bluff.

So while it didn't even get so serious, Latina thought about what she was told.

Latina recognized herself as someone who was quite jealous or baked cakes.

That also affects her low self-esteem.

Still, at the same time, Latina trusted Dale.

"Because I know Dale didn't see the Adelinas that way. And..."

Well, Latina, who hung on to say something, held her mouth down as if she'd stuck there.

From Dale, out of sight, keep quiet.

"And?"

"... nothing."

"That's not an attitude."

"I don't doubt Dale. It's true."

That's sloppy sweating. Anyway, Latina was clearly behaving suspiciously.

"... before that, you said me and Frisos were close, baked cakes"

That is what happened in Vasilio.

Latina gave them a small baked cake when they were very close to each other.

One word of Dale seems to have been a star for Latina, and her wolf became fierce.

What happened as a result of baking cakes is a complicated condition for Latina: blushing but sweating cold.

That was because the actions taken by this unfortunate brave man were limited in order to clear Latina's suspicions.

"I didn't do it... baked rice cakes, do it..."

"You know, Latina. It's a shame you don't do baked rice cakes or anything at all.

"... Huh! So what should I do..."

Of course, there is no decent sound insulation for something called a tent.

As a result of the higher and higher voices, Latina was completely unaware that she was lining up a pair of three dead eyes.

As far as Dale is concerned, he is in an even worse state, even if he is aware of it.