Youth, With his little brother.

Latina sighed in front of the lined up Magic Tools.

Theyre so pretty.

You interested? If you want them, Latina, you can.

Uun (No). Im happy just looking at them.

Shaking her head at Dales words, she picked up something else lying next to it.

Is this also a Magic Tool?

Thats right. Our villages livelihood is dependent on the production of Magic Tools. Were good at making weapons with trick devices implanted in them like these wares and my gauntlet.

What Latina was looking at now were all exquisitely made accessories, arranged with gemstones. However, in reality, it means that the magic tools were loaded with protective magic.

Generally, these are products popular with nobles who arent capable of wearing things like armour.

Weve originally been good with metal works, so we dont do very many leather works like my coat though. This was custom made.

These werent made to be sold externally and were only made to be used by the internal members of the village.

Those leather work magic tools which had been made were worn by hunters as armour or everyday clothes. This is a luxury in other regions, but those that live in this village believe that utilising the materials of what they gather themselves is natural.

Hmmm.

I contacted them earlier, but to measure your size and finishing it will still take some time.Well be going back to Kroix after that. You might get bored though since this is so far out in the countryside.

Uun. Im looking forward to it. Theres so many things here that Kroix doesnt have.

I see. Tomorrow, I have to go around and greet some people, so at that time I will give you a tour of the village

Un (Ok).

Compared to Dale and Latina, who were calmly talking about the speciality of this village, magic tools, standing in front of them, the one who took them out to show it to them, Randolf, had a complex expression plastered on his face, mixed with shock.

From what he could see, his son, who he hasnt met in forever, is doting on that young girl, which is probably why he interacts with her to such a degree.

However, looking at that sight, it seems that he has returned to his former self, having retrieved his capability to dote on someone.

With that, he was at ease.

In the outside world, where he has undertaken countless life-threatening tasks tasks such that Normal adventurers would never interfere with themselves, the dangerous jobs regarding the Demon King and the Demon Race. He, who had dulled his heart concerning such matters, as his father, there was no way he wouldnt worry.

To kill and continue killinghumansand those close to human, his son who was suffering to the point where he was capable of saying it means nothing; Randolf had sensed that suffering.

(I wonder if he was able to better himself by directing his gratitude and unreserved affection towards this little missy (Jou-chan) here?)

If that was the case then, as his father, he would probably have to express his thanks to her. Because she was his sons Saviour.

Old man. Is Cornelia-sensei still teaching?

Nn? .Recently he asked his daughter Clarissa to take over the education of the children in the village. He seems to be well however.

I see In that case, Latina. It would be good ifCornelia-sensei teaches you while you were here. Compared with Asfars (Yellow God) shrine in town, you might be taught from a slightly different viewpoint.

Theres a school even in this village?

Latina tilted her head. At the villages that they had passed by over the course of their trip, she heard from Dale that no Schools of Asfar exist. No one would expect a service called Education to spread in a small settlement in the countryside.

However, it seems Tisroh is a land which is an outlier to these rules.

Cornelia-sensei is a priest belonging to Asfar after all. I guess its pretty much a school, on paper.

As Dale speaks, he seemed to be slightly reminiscent of the past.

Ill introduce him to you tomorrow so look forward to it.

Ok.

It was a large villa but, the fragrance of dinner being prepared drifted from the kitchen into the living room. Latina, who had noticed that, was acting restless.

Since Dale understood what was happening, he only watched over her with a gentle expression, but Randolf looked concerned.

Whats wrong?

Eh.um, uhm.

At Randolfs question, Latina panicked, looking embarassed. Like so, she pulls at Dales sleeves, begging him to tell her what she should do with her eyes.

Dale.

Rest well for at least tonight. Ill go tell mum myself.

Dale smiled wryly as he pats her head, puff puff, and explained the situation to his old man.

Latina wont settle down if she doesnt cook as well. Even in Kroix she would help Kenneth out, working at the Dancing Ocelot. Even on the way here, Latina was the one in charge of the cooking.

Hou..

She probably doesnt like it without any Customers. Just let her work.

Being hardworking is a virtue.

Randolf says so and makes a gentle expression. Latina too looked relieved and let go of Dales clothes.

Nevertheless, the two father and son watched over Latina, who looked as if she was itching to do something, with loving gazes as if spying on a small animal, before the door to the living room opened.

Fundamentally, the people of Tisroh dont have the habit of Knocking. This is because they have the thought process where they would call out beforehand when they enter a work or private room, but in a shared space such as the living room, anyone can come and go.

The youth who opened the door to the living room and came in was a figure who at first glance looked very similar to Dale.

Their ages were pretty much the same.

His hair was trimmed shorter than Dales and kept down smoothly; his figure under the leather coat he took off was no less inferior to Dales, who was a capable adventurer.

York.

Brother (Aniki) When did you come back? Was it today?

.Thats the normal reaction, sigh. Dad and the others, just how much effort did you guys put into such a stupid prank.

Ahh. So you were done inagain. Youve also had it rough, brother.

As York speaks he turned his gaze towards Latina who was standing next to Dale.

Is that girl, the Demon Race child that youve been taking care of?

Yeah. Latina, this is my younger brother, York.

After hearing those words of Dales, Latina jumps up onto her feet. And bows neatly.

Nice to meet you. Im Latina. Ill be in your care for a short period of time.

..

York looks slightly surprised before looking at Latina, and then his brother.

What a surprise. Such a proper girl, so much so I cant even imagine you taking care of her.

Are you also saying that huh, you bastard.

Dales brows come to a knot hearing his little brothers words. Somehow it seems that his family, even now, hold a strong impression of the time he left the village, back when he was still pretty much a kid.

It seems the fact that he is being marketed as a top-grade adventurer within Kroix and the Royal Capital, or even the rumours of such things, havent been able to reach a place like this, and they have no idea of how far hes come.

Nice to meet you too. Youre probably always taking care of my brother, right? Sorry about that.

Fue!?

York.

Latina let out a wild shout at Yorks greeting. They were words she could never have expected.

Anone. Anone. Latina is, always being treated really, really well by Dale, you know?

Having such a small child being mindful of you. Brother please.

Damn you.

Its just a joke. At least half of it.

Latina, during such an argument constantly tilted her head slightly, trying her best to understand them and when she did, she would nod with all her might.

Dales family sure is weird!

Latina

Dale could do nothing but hang his head down, crestfallen.

He couldnt find anything to refute her.

We cant finish the preparations today, so well have your welcome back banquet tomorrow ok?

Uwahhhh!

At Dales mother, Magdas cooking which was lined up on top the table, Latina let out countless shouts of joy.

Despite saying the banquet would be held the next day, plenty of food had been placed on top the table. There were also many dishes and ingredients that Latina had never seen before. There was no reason she wouldnt be happy.

We have to go call for granny.

Then, I will go!

After raising her hand with a healthy vigour, Latinas light footsteps went puff puff as she went to go call Wenn-baa (Granny Wenn).

At that moment, Dale shouldve believed in the bad feeling that brushed past him.

His gut, which could be described as top-class was, after all, something he could rely on to a certain extent, no matter when.

His gut feeling came true.

After that, Latina didnt leave Wenn-baas side during or after dinner.

(Authors note: Thank you very much for always reading.

Year end is arriving and Ive become slightly busier, and I might not be able to update until after the new year.

Although I definitely want to update during the first week of the new year. Even if Im busy, it may happen once again.

I sincerely hope youll understand.)