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

The door to the mansion was not locked.

While I suspect it's a trap, I guess I've come to the conclusion that it can only be broken by force where it's locked.

This is the only mansion.

If the door is destroyed, the repair fee will be honored, and I would like to avoid the entrance being opened until it is fixed.

With such a strangely realistic thought, Dale opened the door.

I could see it from the outside, but the interior was still a fairly luxurious building.

I don't have the impression that flashy figurines have been put in a mess, often in the mansion of the maker.

Even for Dale, who is allowed in and out of one of the leading Dukes' houses in the Larband country and has a forged aesthetic eye, there are conditioners available that can be judged to be superior.

I don't think it's the mansion of the people involved, the old people who are drinking cheap liquor in such a cheap tavern.

If I were to say that, Dale himself would be living in the attic, the warehouse of that cheap liquor store, but it was always the same for him to put himself on the shelf.

Such a blowout entrance hall has stairs and doors that go upstairs.

Which way to go, as Dale predicted when he stopped, the door in front of him opened.

"Pfft..."

Dale was slightly distracted by the opponent, who appeared with a deliberate inclusive laugh.

If I put it the exact way, I looked frightened.

"... you, what are you doing here"

"Pfft..."

"Wow fluffy..."

Riding the vint and holding one stick in one hand is Theodore, the son of Dale's residence, the Tiger Cat Pavilion.

"I don't care if you swing around, you can stop me..."

In the middle of that Dale's words, Theo pointedly pointed overhead with a stick in his hand.

"Emma, it's dangerous."

"Wahoo."

"... what?

Leaving the pompous Dale alone, leaving only that one word behind. Theo stayed on Vint's back, leaving this place behind.

Vint's mobility belonged to the boulder, and Theo disappeared before Dale returned to me with a flash of clap.

"What the hell are you thinking..."

Whimpering, Dale turned his gaze ahead of Theo's pointing and tightened. Hanging out and thin legs shaking over the head of the blowout.

And I remembered Theo's name.

"... eh"

If I remembered, I couldn't do what I didn't see. Climb the stairs in a dash and run to the spot with thin legs swinging around.

"Ohhhhhh... he... eh"

Dale poisoned him because there, as expected, was the figure of Emma, Theo's sister. Sitting carefully on the other side of the handrail, Emma looked up at Dale with a face she didn't quite understand.

However, just in case my sister doesn't have one, Emma's body is tied together with a bunch of strings, loosely in the handcuffs.

No reason to leave him alone, Dale reached for a hip-knife in an attempt to cut the string and free Emma, realizing she looked familiar to the 'string'.

"He..."

Once again, the poisoned voice leaked from Dale because he realized that the 'string' tying Emma was Latina's favorite 'decorative string (ribbon)'.

Even if I cut it, maybe Latina won't get mad if I tell her what's going on. But if there was a 'favorite' going around in any of these, Latina would be terribly discouraged.

And Dale is basically the man who can't make Latina look like that.

"Ohhhhh..."

The result, Dale, was to fight the messed up knot of Theo creation.

And it was the moment that Dale lifted Emma free from bondage that Dale realized that Theo's "operation" was also in the very fact of his departure.

If Theo was there, I could push my sister.

But Dale is the only one on this scene right now.

Leaving young Emma in a place she doesn't know is too dangerous. And I want to avoid taking Emma any further than I could possibly get raided like earlier.

"Theo... Later, I'll preach until I cry... eh"

"Do it?

So Dale's choice was to hold a proper Emma and head back to the Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion with all his might.

Theo played a brilliant role in buying time by using the means at his disposal to target the "fiercest brave man".

While Dale was fighting the knot, the face-to-face retreat work that had fallen and fallen on the table seemed to be over.

Before Dale, who left Emma with Kenneth and came back again, it never meant that the Raiders would strike again.

The decision to withdraw was correct, because Dale, who is a little concerned, is about to eat a merciless, eight-win, smudging counterattack like he did earlier.

Open the door abusively.

Theo's earlier appearance of the door opened as he greeted Dale, who entered the interior of the mansion in a slightly rough footsteps.

"Sounds a lot frustrating."

"All right. You're stopping this joke."

It was Zilvester who spoke to Dale laughing with Niyaniya. Dale rings his fingers with a blown out smile when he admits he is the former tightener of this foolish noise.

"Thank you. Let me hit you with one or two shots.

"Old people will respect you."

"That's the kind of dialogue an old man needs to talk about, right?

Even in front of Dale, who says noisy things, Zilvester's Niyanya laugh did not subside.

Before Dale attempts to step in, Zilvester declares.

"Besides, we've met the winning conditions."

"Say what..."

Dale tried to ask, signaling Zilvester's voice, and seeing the door open in the back...

- - It collapsed on the spot.

Zilvester was laughing more and more at Niyaniya.

"Uh... uh..., Dale? It's weird to say welcome home, but welcome home."

"……………………"

"Are you okay?"

"……………………"

"Dale?"

Latina sounded like she was in a panic at the appearance of Dale, who collapsed. Latina, who had told the people that Dale was on his way to Tissue, therefore said, "Welcome home." That statement of hers in this situation also had the same naturalness.

However, Dale couldn't afford to respond to her now.

Completely unexpected to where I never expected it to be.

Its attack power is immeasurable.

"Now the temporary stitches are also temporary stitches... look at the lady in the finished guy's clothes... eh?

Niyaniya laughter is also the fierce minister, so Gilvester, who presents a demonic look whispering sweet words, calls out on Dale's back, who can't move.

"Look at that, huh? The finishing touches have already been met so that they can fit your taste?

Smell that it's not all decided.

"Look, honey, look at him."

"... hey... hey, I can't, now, hey, I can't!

Zilvester says so, pulling Dale's shoulder dyed bright red to his ears.

Before Dale, who had lost his power to resist and remained, there was Latina's face, who looked worried.

"... Huh!

Unexpectedly, I breathe reflexively in her appearance.

Latina wore a pure white dress.

It's not like Dale doesn't even know what that pure white costume is, which is a recent fashion among the nobles.

It was a completely different shock than looking forward to Latina wrapping around a traditional Tislough bridesmaid costume, as per her hometown customs.

Along with glittering platinum hair, the fabric of the fine lustrous dress also contains soft light. It is a simple dress with no decorative decorations, as the word "temporary sewing" suggests.

But Latina's appearance, as if she had wrapped light around her whole body, was sufficiently beautiful and even divine.

She's got a totally different impression she should be used to.

And above all, this is what she looks like as her (...) bride.

Beautiful or beautiful - Dale couldn't even make such a commonplace compliment now that he had no idea.

The appearance of Latina wrapping a special costume in pure white had the tremendous power to make even Dale, who was usually so cute, do so.

And this is the purpose of the Zilvesters: The Fairy Princess Watch.

They knew repeatedly that it would be one shot if they showed the latina of a pure white costume rather than exhausting 10,000 words to 'persuade' their Dale opponents. If they had seen Dale like that for nearly ten years, there would be no need for reasoning.

There was as much else to do, but the bigger the 'foolish noise', the more serious it is, the more festive it becomes. Just right for a wedding celebration.

Latina will occasionally look like she has a contemplative face to see if she has any thoughts after she returns to her hometown. After Latina suddenly went missing, even now that she's back, Dale is terribly afraid to be separated from her.

I don't even know why they're going to be unstable.

But at a time when two brides and grooms are the stars, no matter who says what, you must also forget to enjoy that anxiety.

An old man is basically a caretaker.

There was no reason to wonder how the two of them were getting along every day. In the face, it was only with things that I tried to raid Dale to give them an opportunity to diverge.

Though tentative stitching, time to wear the dress.

And by the time Dale gets here, time to make the tailored dress change latina.

The winning condition of The Fairy Princess was to buy these two kinds of time.

And more than shame, Dale's appearance that everything was about to become obnoxious with the greatest illumination of his life proved that the old men's anticipation was a hit.