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

Dale, less than half a month later, returned from his hometown.

Originally, it should take as long as one road alone, but it is the result of treading mountainous areas, which are roadless roads, with the push of substandard abilities that have become the 'Demons'.

When leaving Kreutz for a long period of time, Dale, who needed permission from the Duke, arranged this itinerary without authorization, because it was accompanied by a formula to return in such a short period of time. And it was because I couldn't publicly explain why.

Already, she was a grandmother in the category of longevity over standard, but as always, she was floating, and there was no certainty that she was part of the 'stupidity of the regular customers'.

That said, only the certainty that nineteen and eighty-nine would be involved, referring to this grandmother, did not waver in Dale.

"Before you say this to me, why don't you just perform your marriage ritual with Latina?"

And as usual, my grandmother, Vendergard, had a bad mouth.

"Even I think about it."

"I leave it to you, I don't feel like I can see Latina as your bride while I'm alive"

When Lady Venn says so, she refers to Tislaw's traditional bridesmaid clothing, which is spread around the corner of her private room, in a flue.

There, Dale's mother, McDah, and her sister-in-law, Frieda, were moving the needle to work on a rework.

"As far as Dale's concerned, it sounds a lot more luxurious. I think we should pack a little around here."

"Mother-in-law, I'll do that, so please fix the belt."

In Frieda, who is not from Tislaw, McDah contracted to fix a difficult spot where he still couldn't do everything, and the two of them were sharing and proceeding with the work. If you think it belongs to the bride for you, Dale's expression becomes subtle, including lighting.

"I don't know if I need to rework yours. I didn't think you'd be big enough."

Looking around Dale's arms, Makuda looks a little frightened. Compared to the time I took Latina home, her height growth was a stopped Dale, but her physique was getting a little disappointing. I feel like I'm starting to resemble my father, and I get a subtle mood.

"I don't have to go that far..."

"I guess you're always right to say that. If you think about the bride, you won't be able to do anything wrong."

Dale's blurry remarks were also foreseeable to his mother to be a light cover and lightly truncated.

Even if you left wanting the aliases of your most fearful brave men, it's Dale, in front of the women at home, who can't get any stronger.

"I'll get ready over here, so I'll check on the bride's schedule."

Her grandmother, who let the flue blow as a nymphomaniac and breathed out thin smoke, had a very different look than the prank lad.

That's how he came back to Kreutz, Dale turned his consciousness to his left hand whining alone.

"... Well"

There is a sign there that she is connected to her as a family member of the Eight Demon Kings.

"I don't know what you think I'm going to do to find Latina..."

You may consider that fake information is being circulated all over Kreutz, including positive motion and the like. Normally, it is an effective means.

However, the current Dale tracked this "connection" with her, even without the need for listening, and knew where she was more or less.

(Though, an ambush would be difficult)

Monopoly inside, walking in a direction where her signs are dark.

By the latina, high-performance radar wacko would be serving with a natural face. I should have known that Dale had returned to Kreutz and that we were close in our own direction.

"It's 'stupid noise'. It's polite enough to kick your ass in the face."

To pick up the captive princess, Dale walked to the West End, turning his shoulders.

West Side, a luxury residential neighborhood in Kreutz, but not a place with no edge at all. Some of the regular guests of The Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion, starting with Zilvester, are counted as successful, with mansions there.

I didn't know the venue for this "foolish noise" would be one of them, but it was a hit. There's no way those old men are going to let Latina, who they don't love, sleep in a thin, dirty abandoned house.

- - Latina enjoyed it, and after polishing up the abandoned house in the past six months, she could imagine refurbishing it, but she decided not to.

With that in mind, Dale stopped in front of a single mansion, with sites of a magnitude incomparable to those in the East and South Sides, common people's living quarters.

Unwilling to hide, Dale overflows bitter laughter at the signs of a massive one.

Apparently, as expected, they were waiting for themselves over there.

I will not lay my hands on the sword.

This is only 'play'.

Step inside the manor grounds into the wide garden beyond the gate.

A conscious Dale, who was trespassing without even telling him to visit, put a fierce grin on his face because at the same time a large number of men in masks jumped at him.

It is a group of people wearing hemp bags with holes only in the eye area.

Each one carries a long stick, stick or other object in his hand. The blade didn't seem to hold it, but it's fully capable of killing.

All I was hiding was my face.

"Hey... this would be terrible on a boulder... you guys would be more suspicious!

Dale had to let the penetration in because nearly half of the "suspicious people" were dressed in gendarmerie uniforms that were supposed to control the suspicious people.

The other half could have been expected to be roughly 'adventurers', although both clothing and equipment were fragmented. It is also clear from the name of the group that sent the crime statement, around it.

Meanwhile, there was confusion on the side of the raid as well.

At the same time they confirmed Dale's appearance, they threw a net, as per an advance meeting, and the first wave hit. - I should have lost him in an instant. A net that has lost its target falls to the ground emptying, and a stick that has descended strikes a hard ground.

They also, to some extent, remember their arms.

But only this time, I could also say that I misjudged their strength because I remember them in my arms.

Without help, the behavior of jumping over adult men's back lengths is not something that 'humans' can do.

It was because they had the assumption of a 'human opponent' that they could not predict the movement of this unfortunate brave man.

And then they realized it was after Dale kicked them down from the outside of the siege.

The unfortunate brave man, who literally belongs to the outside world, clearly showed the face of the occasion that he had reached the realm of 'Epic Class'.

Chisel was thrown, and Chisel was thrown. Like a metaphor, a giant man, thrown by Dale, flew through space one after another.

The next guy to be kicked over, ahead of blown up, involves a few people and falls.

If not fatally wounded, Dale handled the face of the scene lightly, saying he could manage with healing magic.

When all the masked men confirmed that they had fallen and lay down with groans, Dale laid his hands on the door of the mansion, without even showing how disturbed his breath was.

Considering the number of opponents, it could be called instantaneous killing, it was unmatched.

"Ha..."

After dropping off Dale's back like that, in a mask, he took a big breath and stripped the mask off. Bring up the natural red hair (...) stuck to your forehead with sweat in a mess.

"I didn't even scratch..."

"It hurts... are you okay?

Likewise he wakes up his body falling asleep, responding powerlessly, with a voice from his fellow masked off. It's not just the slapped back, it hurts everywhere.

"... you know, when you get this far, you're laughing the other way"

"Well... it's literally a disfigurement..."

Apparently we weren't the only ones who thought so, and some of the people around us were grinning equally powerless.

In addition to throwing nets, the opponent is intact, despite the relentless use of the gains and the overwhelming majority of raids. Show them some extra room, and in the end, they never even put their hands on their weapons.

"About a shot, I wanted to hit you..."

"If they show you all this, don't give up."

Among those belonging to the "Fairy Princess SS," few of the young constituents her age had romantic feelings for her.

Such were they burned by the old men in the upper ranks of the 'SS'.

That was the organisation of this "Do You Want to Beat Dale One Shot or Competition".

Well, that's something the regular customers of Tiger Cat Pavilion have thought about more or less.

That unfortunate brave man does not mind his surrounding gaze or place, but flirts with Latina if there is a gap. It was an outrage not at all attentive to the sight of the presence of bastards with heartbroken masculinity.

I want to beat the crap out of him. - I couldn't help but think so.

In the same mood that endorsed this plan (absurdity), the admiration that was never less - the lurking of a mind that once seemed to challenge a heroic opponent who would be regarded as a legend in a later world - no one of the old men who burned it made a point. In a way, to keep the same mood hidden, the special old men may have burned it as a foolish noise to beat him up.

The reality turned out to be that we could show the difference between power and character, but the raiders were in a mood to laugh anymore because they also had a sense of cowardice.

And more than that, it also included the relief that the 'coveted brave' was glad he was an overwhelming strong man.

"Ha..."

Sighing again, the red-haired young man looked around.

I guess the next time I see 'her', I'll be giving myself a blessing no matter what my heart is.

"It would be better if you were someone you can't cross for the rest of your life... well, maybe it's good"

Knowing that his back, which he kept chasing from an early age, is still far away, there is no clue in the young man's face.

And he walked out of his painful body to move on to the retreat with his peers, who wanted to hit him with one shot.