If It's for My Daughter, I'd Even Defeat a Demon Lord

Latina looked a lot tired by the time she finished shopping.

"Latina, are you okay?

"Tamabu"

But even when I ask, I answer and shake my head.

It may have been a failure to teach this word to a toddler who knows to use this care.

Dale sighed one more time, and when he regained his luggage, he held up Latina.

"Dail.Tapey"

"" Fatigue, healing, impossibility, denial ""

Still, I told Latina I shook her head and slapped her in the back with a pomp. Luggage is bulky, but not of weight that cannot be carried, including latina.

By the time Dale arrived at the Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion, Latina was resting in his arms.

As always, Latina's sleep is out of tune somewhere. I can hear the sound of kupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupu now.

Latina was in the middle of a nap on an impromptu bunk made side by side with guest chairs.

There are few guests in The Dancing Tiger Cat Pavilion right now. It's early to eat, and it's too late for anyone looking for a job. Travelers and adventurers looking for information are about to show up.

Watching Latina's sleeping face, Dale was drinking diluted wine.

"Hmmm......"

The roar leaks.

"What, that painful face"

Rita, who is the store number in the counter, turns to her frightened face.

"Yesterday's request. I have to report completion. Because it was something, I didn't have to cut some off and bring it all the time."

"Oh. That. Kusa, isn't it? If you bring it, you're not allowed in or out."

"If you knew, tell me."

"If I told you, no one would take the request, would they?

Rita answers, quite naturally.

So I was convinced later that the conditions for fulfilling the request were in place.

"I have to take my client and go check on the site. Tomorrow, maybe later."

The client for this job was a group of Kreutz pharmacists.

Just before the Warcraft was making colonies, there was a herd of herbs that only grows in the region.

It was a contract to bring a pharmacist to the site at a later date to prove the defection of the Warcraft.

Normal requests of this form often come with parts of the body of the warcraft - ears, etc. - cut off.

If that 'frog' hadn't smelled so bad, Dale would have done the same.

"You can't take Latina..."

"You can just leave me here."

Rita says by cutting off Dale's worries lightly.

"I'll put the babysitter's bill on the rent this month."

"... okay?

"There's no other way, is there? This time. From now on, look for your own sitter."

Then the next challenge for Dale was to include that in Latina.

I woke up from my nap. Latina's first voice was

"Dale?"

He was about to cry. Exhausted in parental plunder.

"He's here."

To his voice, which I heard, obviously makes her look relieved.

When I got out of the chair, I stopped by the side of Dale, who was writing paperwork at the counter.

Grabbing Dale's clothes with a tiny hand and looking up at him soothes his anxious face.

"Shit Rita. You can't leave me, Latina!

"Don't be silly. It's dangerous!"

"I'm fine. Even if I abandon my client, I can protect Latina."

On Rita's face, it says, "This may not be him,"

"Dale?"

"Latina... Wow..., I still don't like it. Taking a latina may be one option over a commission..."

"Idiot. It's time to go away again, with my usual nominee job. Before that, if you don't have the mood to leave a message, it's impossible for you to raise it from the beginning."

Rita's words are true.

His work is dangerous and not like being able to go with a toddler.

Letting him leave alone would be a lot longer.

It would have been a lot better than being alone in those woods, and Rita and Kennis are there, so you don't have to worry about eating or anything.

I'm sure you'll be fine.

But whether it's okay or not is a different story.

I should have known to make you feel lonely.

"Ugh..."

Dale doesn't have the choice of putting Latina in an orphanage now just because she doesn't like to be alone.

This is something we need to get over, and that was just a lot quicker than we expected. I know.

"What a harsh trial... eh"

If you don't think so, whine.

On Rita's face, he said, "Oh. This guy can't," it said.

In conclusion, Latina listened honestly.

It was awkward Dale's words, but Latina listened quietly with a serious face, frowned a lot, and then looked enduring.

"Tamabu"

And I nodded and replied.

Naughty. What, this kid is too naughty.

"Sorry, sorry, latina!

Unexpectedly, I hugged her. Latina looks surprised.

"Dale? Latina, Tambu"

Even more so, toddlers are, in a way, more adults than Dale.

You shouldn't have to grow up so soon.

Fully willing to make her sweet, Dale takes Latina to the room with a hug.

The room is loaded with the luggage I bought earlier. It's what Latina carried while she was asleep.

I'll get rid of what I bought in front of her.

Every single one of them, what is this, is cleaned up while speaking out, also to teach the words.

Underwear and clothes were placed in a large basket and accessories in a slightly smaller basket. Arrange behind the bed, where the slope of the roof had made it a dead space. This is the result of thinking that even small latinas can be reached.

I also bought a few picture books. Put it under the shelf.

Latina watched as Dale cleaned up.

He seemed to understand that what Dale bought was for him.

Sitting Latina on her lap as she was, she opened one of the picture books she had bought.

This is a book to teach young children how to write.

It's plain that the illustration has a name attached to it.

I don't think it would be too easy for Latina.

But I thought it would be the perfect textbook to teach letters and words.

Dale opened the picture book and read it out slowly as he sat Latina on his lap.

She concentrates on the picture book, still, sparing even blinking.

I still think this kid is an adult, unworthy of his age.

"Dale," * *, * * * *? ""

"Hmm? Oh. That's right."

Occasionally I point to the painting, and I put my doubts to my mouth.

When I finish reading to the end and see how Latina is doing, she understands what this book means, too.

I opened the page to begin with and looked up to encourage Dale.

When he reads out a word, he follows and imitates.

"Dogs, cats, horses"

"Yi Niu, Niko, Umi"

It was too cute for me, so I corrected it.

Before the sun fell completely, I bathed Latina.

It's a matter that new American parents won't know what kind of illness a young child will get, but it's a decision that it would be better to keep it clean.

I'm still anxious to take you to the water store, so I decide to use the 'Tiger Cat Pavilion' bath for a while. Instead, I was told to clean it.

"No matter how firm you are, you can never leave your child in the bathroom alone! Children are often drowning accidents!

That's Rita's word.

But even today, Latina looked unwilling when she let her clothes fall off.

This is the only time this kid looks grumpy at Dale.

I don't seem to hate bathing itself, but I wonder what you don't like so much.

Dale was thinking about that, watching Latina play with the bubbles in both hands.

After dinner, I lift up the latina, which I started to relax about again, and go back to my room and put her in bed.

I took advantage of yesterday's reflection today and let him go to the bathroom as well.

"... good night, Latina"

whispering so as he stroked his hair, Latina

"Oyashiumi, Dale..."

I repeated his words in half asleep.

The urge to hug me weighed in on myself because I would wake up Latina.