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

After the mission leaves Kreutz, it will follow its journey to the Wang capital.

It's a road I've been through many times for Dale, but when I used to go to Wang Capital, it's my first road for Latina, who acted like she was going on a vint.

Through the 'woods' and no longer needing to worry about replenishing supplies, the beautiful car towed by the Warcraft was responsible for the carriage of your lord, who was in his original role.

For the sisters, it was a private space separated from the outside world, creating a very easygoing air. That had also affected the fact that the wok, who had arrived as a matter of course, was falling asleep at the foot of his seat.

From time to time, a loyal dog shaking his tail also served as a competent escort and did not have to be ridden by others.

"" Hmmm... I knew it was hard... ""

"" Sure, it's hard to understand, but it's a little easier to remember the legality… Platinum, is it right here? ""

"" Er... the spelling here is a little different... language studies are pretty interesting too. I'll take this opportunity to study 'Oriental Border Language' too... ""

In such a car, the twin sisters had a study group where they said they couldn't just blossom into a chat.

Latina can speak the demonic language, but she can't read or write. Frisos also skillfully uses' Western Continental Language ', the language of the human race, but was in the process of studying about the letters.

By teaching each other, they began to study letters.

Gregor was impressed with his enthusiasm to study when he heard that, but Dale turned into a frightened face.

Dale and Gregor accompanied each other on horseback riding because the escort was the main task.

Streets are maintained within Larband. Unlike the journey to Kreutz, where we need to be vigilant all day about the Warcraft raid, a carriage could have been used from here. So now, other than the twin sisters, the mission faces are also divided into carriages arranged by the Larband country.

There was also the presence of soldiers of escorts and a beautiful 'car' that even just attracted attention, something different from the general merchant corps, no matter how you look at it.

I was concerned, there were no signs of raids by anti-friendly parties.

There is no way His Excellency the Prime Minister of this country, Gregor's real father, would allow such ugliness to be exposed on the occasion of welcoming a national guest.

It's not for the raiders to know, but if there is an attack, there will only be annihilation by an overkill biological weapon called 'The Platinum Brave'.

Even from not letting him die in vain, His Eminence had rightly turned his hand humanely.

Rather the camp was easier and better, the more Latina wished, the more welcoming the stopovers on the road continued to be.

As for the Larband country side, which welcomes national guests, it is a natural response.

It would be more unexpected to have a 'princess' that is a sincere, common-thought thing going on there.

In shame, by the time a line arrived in the Wang capital, Latina was laid back.

It is not physical fatigue, it is spiritual.

Whenever I received the welcome, I was a latina pasting a solidified smile, but the surrounding rating was better than we thought.

From Dale's point of view, Latina is just sitting around with a strong smile as a result of being at the extreme of the tension, but from those who do not know it, she is a lovely princess with a flamboyant atmosphere but soft waist.

It is also significant that neighbor Frisos strongly releases his grandeur, charisma as king. Though very similar, being a totally different sister in the atmosphere and the poor figure deserving of "Heroin of Hero Tan," the surroundings assumed at will that she was a princess in a deep window.

It stirred up the desire for asylum of male guests on the part of many Larband countries, such as the appearance of being lost in wonders in the corners of the feast seats.

Without the prestigious' Platinum Brave 'next door, it would not have seemed surprising that people claiming to be believers drooped their heads in rows.

"... Dale... I want to brush the pan"

"To the boulder, where it may sound surrounded, I wonder if that statement..."

"" I want to polish the pot... you can clean it... I want to rag it on the floor... you can go back and forth to the kitchen with the maids over there... ""

"I also think I need to learn 'Demonic Language' as a language... I don't even feel like I need to know what Latina is talking about..."

The reality is, after all, something very different from the surrounding image.

In the Wang capital, a well-known figure of Latina was waiting.

To her, it is Rose, who is also a master of etiquette.

Latina was totally in love with her because she was in the extreme of fatigue and could not be blamed on her surroundings.

And Rose is a woman of harshness, not even spoiling her like Dale.

"Mr. Latina."

"Phew."

Latina, who noticed the cold air lurking in Rose's voice, replies with an inverted voice, stretching her spine pissy.

Dale, who was next door, felt an unquestioned relationship between the military superior and his men.

"On this occasion, I dare you to call me 'Mr. Latina'. In the future, even though I will refrain from looking at you with His Majesty, it must not be such an outrage."

"Um... Um... oh, Rose..."

"The Sister King does not know about the manners of the Larband country. Some people will insult that as ignorance. Only Mr. Latina is in a position to learn about Vasuglio and Larbando and the two countries."

(It's such a serious responsibility... I can't...)

"I don't have time to be crying"

"Yes."

Even to Latina's monologue along the way, Rose, who perceived and controlled the content from how it was plainly on her face, put it that way. It was completely in 'teacher' mode. She is a somewhat sparta-spirited master.

"Therefore, I intend to ask Her Royal Highness Lady Fagna's Tea Party, which will be presented to Gregor's sister, together with Mr. Latina."

"Huh?"

"Don't worry. Lady Fagna is the one who taught me how to be polite, and to some extent I know what happened to Mr. Latina."

It was my sister Fagna, whose mother was different from Gregor, who wanted to make Rose even cuter, who had been in and out of the Erdystedt family since she was a young girl.

Latina's name as Dale's drowning adoptive son, the 'brave', was more widespread around the Erdystedt family than before she was found to be Vasuilio's sister princess.

"Let Fagna also accompany Latina in her 'farewell'"

"Huh... Huh... Um, Rose..."

When this had no escape, the perceived Latina ran her gaze to the left and right. After a glimpse of such a sister, Frisos said softly.

"For the rest, this will be a temporary breakup between the meeting with the Larband country side and Platinum, as we enter the final adjustment."

As for Frisos, who is supposed to not understand 'Western Continental Language' on the face of it, it was a sort of natural response.

"... was your sister, Her Royal Highness Lady Fagna, the Crown Princess?

"For once, Your Majesty has not yet nominated a successor, so it is the Second Princess."

"There's going to be a lot of kina smell stories..."

"Substantially, after Her Majesty the Queen, women are said to be second in power."

Person Description by Dale and Gregor worked exactly the opposite of calming Latina's mind.

Understanding that she is going to be hooked up with a super big guy, Latina exposes her grate and agitation.

That was a movement to be subtracted.

Rose looked straight at Latina with the perfect lady's grin.

"Hold on, you're going to need to talk to me, aren't you?

"Huh... uh... ah... please..."

It was Latina who was thus to receive sudden Spartan manners special training, but there was another thing she was losing sight of.

Gregor's sister, Fagna, is a man with a priori who used to adore the adorable young Rose as if she were a dressing doll.

In the name of standing and behaving in a dress, Latina had no idea what she was going to see at this point.