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

"Do those of you know the word" time and place "?

"Sorry......"

"Latina and I snooze from everyday life, regardless of time or place."

"Perhaps the meaning of the word reflection also needs to be taught immediately..."

"Wahoo."

Even when Frisos gave me an out-of-season snowstorm, I didn't look bad on Dale's expression. Even Wonko can't see the color of saving it in his expression at all, although he will be seen with the gaze of seeing something unfortunate.

The two staring at each other are, in a way, as usual. To such an exchange, Latina unwrapped the luggage she had brought with her, slightly loosening her soggy expression.

"Dale and Frisos, why don't we stop fighting and have lunch?

"Niku."

Replying first, Vint, shaking his tail once again, rubs his head against Latina.

So the other two noticed that they were late.

Already in a normal manner, Vint circles around Latina. The position of 'Next to Latina' had been monopolized by the faithful Wonko.

Simultaneously dropped shoulders, 'Ciscon' and 'Ex-Parential Idiot' sit next to each other at a subtle distance. Around choosing the position opposite Latina at the same time, these two thought circuits were still similar.

"I made you lunch."

"Niku?

"For Vint, it's about a snack."

With that said, Latina spreads the wrap of slices of meat resembling a ham before Vint. It was made by Latina on purpose without adding salt for Vint.

"Ours, this way"

Latina spreads her luggage like a picnic and distributes the wrap to each one. I was also used to pouring and distributing cold water into a glass from a water bottle, the magic prop of "Water".

"If I thought I had some kind of luggage, was this it"

"It's kind of fun, it's clear. We'll have less baggage on the way home."

Latina, smiling and laughing, did look like a lot of fun.

Frisos looks intrigued as Latina turns the water bottle she poured on hand.

Frisos and Latina had the same magic attributes they could use, although the amount of magic they had was different. Because it is such a frissus, I know better than anyone that Latina cannot use the magic of 'water'.

"... it's big that those who can't use magic, those who don't have attributes, can use 'water' magic"

"Well, the only thing I can do with that (...) is restrict it to 'getting the water out'. There is also a limit to the number of times you use it, and you need to replace it to some extent."

"Still, the fact that it is not necessary to carry drinking water would be significant. Even though they are demons, 'water' magic is not always available.... but if it spreads, it spreads, so does another problem arise..."

Latina opened her lunch wrap, grinning bitterly at the bump and how her sister had gotten into her own thoughts. A sandwich with plenty of vegetables and smoked meat in the bread appears on the wrapper.

"Frisos and I are probably smaller than Dale's, but I also brought some baked sweets to eat after dinner."

"Uhm."

"Nevertheless, you pinched your equipment in a lot of luxury"

"It's clear."

"That sounds like it."

Eat cheerfully and cheerfully.

Dale had just eaten about half of it, licking the sauce around his mouth with the pepper and moving his left hand cage hand as it was.

Move your gaze properly and release an arrow of magic about two shots.

He then reverted his cage hand in a flowing motion and resumed the meal as if nothing had happened.

Once again, Vint, waving his tail, turns to whom Dale has unleashed an arrow.

In the meantime Latina and Frisos continued the conversation soothingly, unaware of Dale's actions either. We're talking about what's in front of a box with baked confectionery that Latina brought.

"Latina, that, what?

Asked by Dale, Latina takes up the confectionery she points to.

"I'm baking the fruit compote. I refrained from the sweetness of the dough for that matter... it might be sweet for Dale"

"Right."

"It's dried fruit sweetness, so I think Dale's fine."

"Ooh."

"Really, they're not caught off guard or in a gap, don't snuggle."

Latina was tilting her neck at the words of Frisos, whose eyes sat still eating baked sweets held by both hands.

Frisos also understood that what was said and done as usual, which was not even conscious for Latina, was already hot and sweet. But it is.

Vint, who was back at some point, is at best working on his hair repairs.

To Vint's seemingly full face, Dale didn't put a scratch on anything, throwing the dried fruit treat offered to Latina into his mouth.

Pure white boulders stood quietly within a short distance of the creek.

Dale thought that after the young Latina had broken up with her father, she still managed to survive because it was near the water field.

Latina, who can only use the 'Heaven' and 'Underworld' attributes, cannot magically obtain drinking water. No matter how tough the demon tribe is, thirst is a matter of direct connection to death.

The high versatility of the restorative magic of the 'heaven' attribute also meant that even the young Latina of the time was able to deal with his malaise on his own.

With those things in mind, I explored the possibility of my daughter being helpful, even though I perceived my near-death in 'Illness', to the end of the period. I thought that might have been one of them.

"... it's your father. You were one hell of a guy, weren't you?

"... yeah"

"Whatever."

I cleaned the area the other day, but the bush grass was stretching its back length. Latina tries to pull out a knife to mow the grass so that her late father's grave doesn't get buried or anything.

"Mm-hmm. Wait a minute, Latina. Vint, don't you think you can handle this?

"Wahu?

"Don't scratch the headstone."

"Wahoo."

Only when it comes to the 'wind' magic, it is the son who also gets ink from his father, the wolf.

Dale throws away all the grass mowed by Vint's magic.

As he looked back and tried to speak to the Latinas, Dale swallowed the words. It was because Frisos stretched out his spine and saw him start grunting 'Lullaby'. A little later Latina spells out the same sounding words more followed than Frisos.

Being a demonic language, it wasn't something that Dale could pick up all the meaning, but Dale, with the clergy of "The Orange God (Cormosey)," found it to be something that goes through a kind of divinity.

(Latina and Frisos are not "clerics"... they were born and raised in temples...)

Showing familiarity with liturgy and divinity was no surprise. However, the divinity of 'The Purple God (Banafsegi)', with little faith in the city of the human race, is the first to be seen, even unfamiliar to Dale.

Still, I found the song to be a tribute to the dead and a prayer for blessings.

Even after the prayer song was over, the sisters remained in a softly leaning position and did not attempt to raise their faces.

Eventually Latina and Frisos looked up, either. At some point the two of us working hand in hand, that makes them look too natural. When they were young, this is how they made me wonder if they were always together.