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

It was a sudden visit by my sister and the kind of thing that accompanied it, latina that was all over the place, but it was about one day when they finally settled down.

"Huh?"

Latina was visiting her best friend's room. I raise my voice softly in front of my best friend, who I haven't been able to meet slowly in a long time.

Chloe, who was the reason for this, sipped tea in front of a surprising latina and was clutching her bed cover with her fingertips in a shabby manner.

"Huh? Huh? Chloe? What do you mean?

"Whatever they say... all I can say is keep it up..."

Swimming his gaze a little, Chloe repeats what she just told Latina.

'Cause we're getting married.

"When did that happen?!?

Latina's relationship with Chloe dates from a very young age when Latina came to Kreutz. Latina, who had been in love with Dale since that time, had also talked to her best friend. But those stories were only spoken unilaterally by Latina.

I rarely hear about romance from Chloe, and such a story never occurred around her.

To her best friend's sudden marriage story, Latina did not hide her upset.

"Huh? Did you even make a pageant?

"No... I'm not..."

Are you embarrassed, Chloe's expression has a light on it.

We also had a sense that we were not the type to talk about sex.

"So, Chloe, who are they... Huh?

Latina was more forward looking.

Latina, who has been thinking about Dale all the way from an early age and has been drowned out by that other person who became her fiancée since her thoughts made sense, has a relatively stronger aspect of romanticism.

In addition to her late parents, her thoughts were reinforced by the roundness of the couple she sees everyday, such as Kennis and Rita's husband and wife at "Tiger Cat Pavilion".

"No, you know... Rudy's..."

"Rudy?"

"No, it's not Rudy."

"Yeah. I don't think so."

It is a terrible thing to say in the absence of a human being.

"I'm a colleague of Rudy's..."

"So... Mr. Gendarmerie?

To Chloe's words, Latina tilts her neck. Many of the regular customers of "Tiger Cat Pavilion" belong to the gendarmerie, but wonder if it might be someone among them.

"I'm not a Tiger Cat Pavilion customer. He said it was hard to get there because there were so many great people."

"Oh well..."

After being convinced, Latina turns to Chloe again.

"And yet, when was that really going to happen? And..."

Latina's face, where she cut off just a few words, dwelt on something lonely that seemed complicated.

"How could you not tell me...?

Chloe's answer to such Latina was clear.

"I wonder where and who was missing when I most wanted to talk to you...?

"Sorry, sorry, sorry..."

I felt too familiar with myself.

Latina's engagement to Dale was slightly earlier than the marriageable age of women in the Larband country. Years have passed since then, and they are already at an age when it is never strange to be married.

Latina was firmly aware that she was responsible for not being beside her 'old' best friend.

"Still, what kind of cut did that happen?

"... well, at first I was going to make out with a textile enquirer with whom I work... at that time, the other one who was a little face-to-face, told me not to make out..."

Chloe loosens her expression after seeing Latina, who apologizes in a hurry, with a slightly mean face. I was a little relieved on the inside, even as I talked about my taming with my fiancée.

The hang-up that made me close to the person I married was that Latina went missing.

Until then, he was just a patterned opponent who had nothing to do with romantic shakedown, just to say hello that he saw his face from time to time.

Since Latina went missing and Dale disappeared, the regular guests of The Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion had begun to act to explore what had happened with what each of them could do to themselves.

Rudolph, a long-time childhood familiar, was one of them, running around Kreutz to gather sightings from gatekeepers to explore who would be the key: 'Latina and the Gourd Two Women'.

Sylvia, her other best friend, was also out of Kreutz and even Larband country, searching for Latina to take action.

Being just an ordinary person living all over the city, there was nothing I could do.

At best, it was a temple I rarely went to, and it was about wishing my friends well. I hated being able to do anything about myself when I said it was about my much cherished best friend from a very young age. It was hard.

The "Demon King of Disasters" endangered the world situation, and the gendarmes and adventurers stood up for themselves and maintained security.

Even then, there was nothing I could do.

That's how you supported yourself that was self-loathing and depressing.

That was the cut to changing perceptions from "acquaintances" who knew their faces to "acquaintances" who didn't.

He was also the one who advised us to create 'icons' for those who move with the same thoughts, focusing on the adventurers.

There are handouts with work patterns, cloth dyeing artisans and weavers.

I painted the general design painting myself, but I also got the expert rework to make the design, so that it wouldn't be an amateur job.

After I made the sample, I spoke to the adventurers at The Tiger Cat Pavilion, and I had a budget. That made it a lot of work, but the rewards increased.

Above all, I was glad there was something I could do.

Chloe looked up at the finished "Fairy Princess" flag as if she was raising her voice as soon as she realized it, as she remembered the emotions stuck in her chest.

Still, that's all over.

This is how my best friend got me home properly.

For Chloe, who is a divisible character, I'm not going to pull it off any longer than I've said exactly what I need to say.

And I didn't mean to upset the poor mood of that time any more than it was' over '.

And most importantly, it's illuminating.

Embarrassing.

It's because you're the person you've known about yourself since you were a young child that it's so embarrassing to dew a maiden mind that you don't look like you all the time.

That's why Chloe hid the truth in the joke and only 'reported' to her best friend.

"Chloe gets married..."

"Will you attend the ceremony?

"Of course.... but I thought I'd be first..."

Latina smiled at her best friend after squeaking somewhere.

"Be happy, and there's something weird about me saying..."

"Well, I'm gonna be unhappy, and I'm not gonna make this decision."

"... it's like they're gonna take Chloe, something's wrong with her."

"I've always been in love with Latina, I don't want her to tell me..."

That too, we both blow each other out at the same time.

"One who becomes a husband, what kind?

"For once or so, Latina may have met too"

"Really?

There was no verse to think of, and Chloe laughed out loud, laughing funny, in front of Latina leaning her neck, whoever it might be.

Meanwhile, around that time.

Rudolph, who heard from a colleague during his break about his decision to marry Chloe, blew out the cold water he was about to drink and contained in his mouth.

"That's dirty..."

Rudolph sees his opponent on the same tannic side in front of his contemporaneous colleague who frowns.

"I hear some people called marriage the cemetery of their lives..."

"Don't even tell Chloe I got that kind of congratulation from you."

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Really give me a break..."

Rudolph's immediate apology seeped clearly into his power relationship with childhood friends.