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

"Ryoko."

"Is that good in the sense that you're very angry? Vint."

"Oh."

Wonko, who expressed the meaning of affirmation in short words, opened his mouth again, waving his tail full.

"That's Saeko Pumpkin Maru."

"Pumpkin 'up?

"More. More."

"Um... you mean more angry than very angry?

"Oh."

It was in the corner of The Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion that Vint and Latina were having such a mind-blowing conversation.

What one and one were looking at was the backyard. There is not a killing scene there, but when it comes to training, there is a noisy sight.

He said, "Come on!

It is Dale who unilaterally summons Ghangi, and his opponent remains silent, causing a few brilliant swords to snap.

Latina, who had no taste in martial arts, was too much of a sight in another dimension to realize that it was kind of dangerous.

Dale's specs of becoming a non-standard demon tribe were too high to reinforce that impression that he could afford something to do thoroughly with evasive behavior.

"You should be exposed to anger. All right, I'll do more, but better."

"Maybe Gregor is angry because Frisos caused it. That makes me angry, too."

"Come on?"

"Come on."

Upbeat Frisos showed himself with one vessel.

filled with water. Inserted there is a slice of vegetable. Because it leaves its roots behind, it grows dull buds under hydroponic guidelines. Observing this is her recent myboom.

After a little sitting eyes on Frisos, Latina regains consciousness to the sight in front of her again.

So Latina, as she came up with something, stood up.

"... after all, moving thoughtfully is something that feels good"

"You look so neat..."

After delivering his favorite machete, Gregor saw his friend with a refreshing look.

Dale makes a gesture of breathing on his shoulders, but there is absolutely no colour of fatigue in his movements. Though I had thinly guessed, my friend seemed to have gotten over the category of 'one'.

(... Though His Majesty the One Demon King will be his sister-in-law... Dale met with His Majesty only after he went to Vasilio)

While I felt something unexplained, I had speculated that I would get some kind of report sooner or later.

"I was expecting not to... but what do you think of the mood of the person who should be escorted, at the relay point but at the destination, to be greeted?

"That's why don't you hit me."

"You can't hit the person of the moment. You'll never be punished for hanging out with me."

"Ha ha. I'm not saying that being slashed by a guy your age is a light exercise, am I?

"If you know my arm, you also know that fatal injuries will not cause you to suffer unless they are as good"

Latina runs over to the two sides of Wachawa-chan.

I gave Gregor the sweaty hand cloth to wash.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, Gregor."

Pepper and the words of apology were uttered because Gregor's hard work knew it was caused by his sister.

Serve with a glass of cold water on the basin.

"I don't even need you to apologize... because Dale is, well... Dale"

It's a terrible treatment for a friend, but I couldn't help but think of how often Gregor annoys me on a daily basis.

"I stopped... Frisos, because of this, I said I was going to see it..."

Latina said so because a mission from Vasuilio arrived in Kreutz the other day.

Vasuglio's clothing and ornaments are very different from the culture of the Larbando country. The state of Vasuglio's mission, which was a neighbouring country but had never interacted at all, was a great inspiration for people's curiosity.

With parade-like luxury, the mission went strictly throughout the city of Kreutz.

Escorts and guides were the first to be led by soldiers from the Larband country. The young black-haired swordsman who leads the line, flying the flag of the Larband National Noble Erdystedt family, is a young man who stands alongside 'platinum brave men' in the next Duke's status as a hero.

The purpose of the gathering people, wanting to see the famous hero at first sight, was there too. It is such a crowd, but without terrible confusion by the gendarmerie of Kreutz and the adventurers who appear to have been hired on a temporary basis.

A demonic mission walked in front of such a crowd, revealing various glossy horns in color and shape.

The loose garments are built not to be seen in Larband countries. The culture of hanging ornaments on corners and the decorations with colorful beads are all new to people, too.

Protected by the demons who broke up before and after was a 'car' with luxurious finishes. It was not a carriage. It was not the horses that were carrying it, but the warcraft covered in scales that did not live in the Larband country.

The scales of the Warcraft glitter, reflecting the sunlight and shining.

A ride like a beautiful piece of art, obviously found to be something that cloudmen ride, conveyed the exotic atmosphere to a large extent even then.

People gave thought to the appearance of a young lord, who sighed at the splendour of the decorations, and some in such a stunning car.

"Well, they use it to carry luggage."

"At least put a change of ball on it!

It was Frisos, though I knew it, who said it away without evil.

She is supposed to be at the heart of that line.

Yet, alongside his sister, he was watching in the wild horse crowd.

"Carrying supplies is important, even though some food can be sourced locally. It would be a reasonable decision."

"... you have offerings for larband countries or something...?

"This visit is a pre-formal diplomacy phase. Let's get those things in place when official national traffic is in place."

That's what Frisos replied to Dale, who asked.

"Well, I've got the least I can do. If only it were natural."

In the form of interrupting such a conversation between the two, Latina pinched her mouth with a trembling voice.

"Dale... I think I've got eyes on Gregor right now... I think it's my fault..."

And Dale shakes his head with a dry laugh.

"It's not my fault... ahhh... I noticed that. Look, you're a little upset."

"I don't know that"

I don't know.

Gregor's upset about not putting his emotions on the face was something that only a long-time dating Dale knew in the same thing.

And Gregor rushed to the Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion with patience.

In the meantime, I either hit him once or he reacted enough to pull the love knife out on Dale.

"About once before I die, I don't even really want to kill you..."

"I don't want to."

Gregor, who purely aims for further heights in swordsmanship, had a slight glimpse of combat fanaticism.

Nevertheless, Dale, who also knows that it will never outweigh reason, spends time sighing at his friends.

"You must be the type of man who can't produce his original strength in training and simulated combat."

"... Really?

To Gregor's words, Latina tilts her neck.

Ever since she was a young girl, she watched Dale brush her arms seriously without lack of training. Still, I never thought of Dale having such waves.

"Dale is a man who can't show his strength without a clear purpose."

Dale, who puts his identity in the way he "protects", thus failed to develop one strength now in an occasion where there is nothing to lose clearly.

A friend clearly said it out and Dale looked a little dissatisfied.

"Nevertheless..."

Show Gregor worrying about words after wiping his sweat. At the end of his gaze was a woman with golden eyes.

Frisos, at the end of his gaze, was watching Gregor the other day when he toured the mission, so he knew what status he was in.

"The rest, everywhere, is just Lisso (...) sister of the Latina (...) where she is"

"Huh?"

"That's outspoken."

Latina was the only one who tilted his neck at the words of Sudden Frisos, and Dale and Gregor laughed bitterly.

"If it is such an intention, do as you will"

"Uhm."

That's how Gregor took Frisos's will and did not imitate him to kneel.

Exhale admirably watching the sisters line up to the point of not being indignant.

"Rumor has it, you're a very similar sister."

"I can't tell you enough that you don't look alike... I wonder if there are any similarities"

Specifically, it is in that she is a boxed natural daughter.

"I just want you to take into account my mood for welcoming the 'King of Gold' line at the relay point..."

"... so even if I told you..."

"Who knows the rest of his face?"

"Don't you think I should at least hide it for a little while?"

Even though he had just denied it, Dale looked frightened at Frisos for making such a statement. Gregor, on the other hand, had a look as if he had reached an objective.

"First of all, the adventurers in that place realized it was a change of balls... and I chilled my liver wondering if it would mob"

……

"I knew I was someone else too... the soldiers don't know why the adventurers are about to burst out... I'm rotten about how I'm gonna fit in too"

……

I had the illusion that I could hear the blood-soaking screams of the regular guests of 'Tiger Cat Pavilion' working at the relay point between Vasuilio and the Larband country.

Even if they don't know the Golden King, they know the princess of the two gourds.

- - I was looking forward to seeing it, even though it was good...! - - Whoever could understand the meaning of such a lousy cry, within the army, had knowledge of Latina and, moreover, was limited to Gregor, who knew what Latina was all about.

"Was it such a dangerous place? Perhaps the rest of the judgment was good news."

Yes, when the cause itself bragged away, Dale bowed his head to his friend on the boulder.

"... if it's okay with me... I'll deal with the sword whenever I want..."

For once, this "cause" is in the body of my sister-in-law.