Silver-haired Maiden, After the Red Godâs Night Festival.
âSee you next time.â
âYes, come by the shop as well, okay?â
The newcomer troops who heard that Silvia was the daughter of the vice-general, became extremely stiff. Taking those attendants with her, Silvia calmly headed home with a smile.
It seems that she felt like going straight home today.
âChloe, you too.â
âYes. Latina, stay strong.â
Smiling towards her friend who said that, Latina heads towards the Southern District together with Rudolf. The next time that she goes to pick up her clothes, she would probably have to tell Chloe about the ăResultsă.
The left behind Chloe smiled up bitterly at the young man by her side.
âSorry. To think that we actually got you guys mixed up in this and act as guards for us.â
ââŠ..No. This is my job after all.â
Chloe smiles, revealing her carefree and bright attitude, and although she wasnât so beautiful that she would cause others to go speechless like Latina, she was still quite charming.
Despite being beside a peerless beauty like her best friend, Latina, she didnât feel inferior in terms of looks, and the sight of the young girl, Chloe, proudly putting out her chest, was ăcharmingă in a different sense to Latina.
What the young man thought about that smile as he followed behind Chloe, who was walking ahead by a step, could only be known by the person himself.
âWas the reserve corpsâ training difficult?â
âYeah.â
âThatâs true. Rudi is super tough. So much stronger than the rookie adventurers who come to our store.â
Latinaâs smile was so innocent, so unguarded.
She was oblivious to what her surroundings thought about her, which was why it was dangerous.
She had always been chasing after one person ever since she was young. Only one person had ever been in her eyes.
Because of that, she was oblivious to the interest her surroundings had towards her, and had a low evaluation towards herself because the person she likes ătreats her as a childă. Another reason for her low self-evaluation, was due to her past, since she had been ăexiledă from her hometown.
Furthermore, she was sensitive to ăinterestă itself. Due to the influence of the ăabilityă she was born with, Latina was extremely sharp towards ănegative intentă, and as a result was also sensitive to its complete opposite, ăpositive intentă. On the other hand, it seems she was extremely dense when it comes to the ădetails of the positive intentă.
Rudolf had vaguely noticed that part of Latina.
Even after all these years, it seemed that that part of her had not changed, was what he was thinking.
âHey, whatâs wrong? Youâre so quiet.â
âUhâŠ.â
âSo weird.â
She was a girl who would make others think that she was glowing, but as expected, since she was standing next to someone wearing a guardâs uniform, there were no rude people approaching them. Nevertheless, Rudolf could feel the gazes from many who had ulterior motives looking towards Latina, and kept a watchful eye on his surroundings in order to frighten them.
Latinaâs long hair flutters, glistening with faint flashes of light, and she stops walking a little before arriving at her destination.
At the ăDancing Ocelotă Dale was super, super, super, duper worried, and was walking around in circles, unable to calm down.
To be honest, he was in the way.
âIsnât LatinaâŠ. Isnât she a bit late??â
âDidnât the ăFire flowersă just end? The central plaza would be crowded, so just coming back from there would take some time. Besides, Latina also said that she would be sending her friends home.â
âI know that, but you knowâŠâ
âIf you know then, behave.â
No matter how sound an argument Rita expressed, Dale wouldnât change.
Heâs been like this ever since he got coming back to Kroix after sending Gregor and Rose off. It seems that Ritaâs patience was just about to reach its limits.
âIf youâre that worried then, why donât you go wait in front of the store?â
The meaning behind Kennethâs words, said with a poker face, basically meant, âYouâre being depressing, so go somewhere else where we canât see you.â.
Despite it being night time in the city, there were still so many more people walking by compared to normal.
From within that crowd, he was looking for his target, the young girl, and the reason Dale stiffened up was because she wasnât alone.
She was wearing a one piece he was unfamiliar with, but there was no way he would mistake her for someone else. She was smiling intimately at a young man around her age.
No matter if it was a guard, or an adventurer, it didnât make too much of a difference to Dale. A young man who would look at Latina pervertedly, was no different from an insect.
âDale!â
As soon as she discovered the figure standing in front of the ăDancing Ocelotă, her voice sprung out.
Rudolf felt a painful ache in his chest hearing Latinaâs voice, not hiding her joy at all.
He knew about, this. Which is why, he canât lose heart, at something like this.
Feeling a suspicious gaze coming towards him, different from how he was treated before this, when he would come to play at this store, ăas one of her friendsă, he felt some shivers, but it wasnât anything he couldnât endure.
The presence Dale leaked out, was similar to killing intent, and Rudolf, despite not knowing the fact that the reason he could even resist it was due to him enduring his hellish training, pretended not to notice the sweat dripping from his forehead.
Latina didnât take notice of Daleâs bad mood.
To her, the one next to her, was ăHer childhood friend, Rudiă. Meeting with a friend she hasnât met in a long time, talking to him happily, and coming back, walking next to each other peacefully, was nothing guilty for her.
Dale too, didnât think that Latina was a young girl who didnât care about who she walked next to. However, seeing her unguarded figure like this, his heart couldnât calm down.
His irritation was obviously a reaction that stemmed from his worry.
âLatina.â
Which is exactly why, the voice that Dale came out with, was a rigid one, as if there was a bone in his throat somewhere.
âYouâre late.â
Hearing Daleâs words, Latina tilts her head, puzzled.
Her behaviour, wasnât particularly strange or anything, but this ăsituationă, where she was bringing home some ărandom guyă , made Daleâs blood rise to his head. And all that, in addition to his ăworriesă and ăanxietyă, was slowly chipping away at his patience.
âCome on, hurry on inside.â
Latinaâs expression dulled seeing him treat her just like a small child.
If there was something that was also chipping away at Latinaâs patience, it was that.
It was her first time ăplaying at nightă, and the festivalâs atmosphere was at its peak of excitement. Also, having been stirred up by her friends, Latina was feeling a lot more ăagitatedă than usual.
As if she was reacting to Daleâs displeasure, she tossed out her thoughts emotionally.
Except, those thoughts did not appear in the form of ăAngeră.
ââŠ.Dale, Iâm, no longer, a small child.â
âYouâre still a child as long as you keep saying things like that.â
âYouâre wrong, monâŠ..â
With a squeeze, she clenched her fists tightly.
To be honest, she still wasnât completely prepared herself. However, on this day, today, having the encouragement from her friends, and the power of makeup and her new, more mature one piece, she thought that, if she didnât say it ănowă, she would never say it.
In order to convey her own feelings, she thought that she would try to take the first step for the sake of changing their ărelationshipă theyâve had up until now.
That, she was no longer, his young ăSmall Latina(child)ă anymore. The love that she wants from him, was a different love that a parent would give to ătheir childă.
âIâm not, a child, anymoreâŠ. AndâŠâ
Nevertheless, she just couldnât look straight at Daleâs face. Having her eyes shut tight, Latina tried her best to loudly convey all of her feelings.
âI donât want to be called as such by you, DaleâŠ. Dale isnât, someone like, my ădadăâŠ. I never thought, of Dale, as a substitute for my dadâŠ.â
Rudolf was shocked to hear the words coming from the Latina in front of him, who was red to her ears. Even if he knew that this was coming, it was tough to hear the feelings voiced by the girl in front of him.
However, it was precisely because he was standing a step behind her, that he was the very first person to notice the ăcurrent situationă.
ââŠ.Latina.â
He would call out to his childhood friend, every now and then.
However, she, who was trying her absolute best, didnât seem to hear Rudolfâs voice. â Nor see the ătragic sceneă unfolding in front of her.
After not hearing any reaction from Dale for a while, Latina couldnât handle the situation anymore, and slowly opened her eyes to look at the sight in front of her.
Which was when she finally noticed.
Dale was as white as a sheet.
Latina had always seen Dale as a much calmer, older adult. This was the very first time she had seen Dale so pale.
âEh?â
Surprised, she took a step forward, trying to approach him, and seeing Dale who was walking back a step, like he was trying to run away, she wanted to cry.
Thinking that, âWas it really so incredibly tough for him to accept her feelingsâ.
However, the one who ended up crying, was Dale.
âLatina isâŠâ
The words that he managed to squeeze out with a trembling voice, explained everything.
âLatina isâŠ. Finally⊠in her rebellious phaseâŠ..!â
In a certain sense of the meaning, it was an expected yet terrible thing to say.
âEh?â
After a beat, Latina understood what Dale was muttering, and screamed out grandiosely in her heart. It was so, crazily ridiculous that, she was rendered speechless.
(EEEeeeeHEehHHHH!!!???)
Without noticing how rigid Latina was nor how she was screaming inside, Dale was hugging his head, looking like he was about to cry. âIâm the one who wants to hug my headâ, was what Latina thought.
It was tragic.
âJesus christ.â
Rudolf mutters without thinking, but the other two people in the scene, each panicking in their own way, didnât notice at all.
âLatina is finally, in the rumoured ăRebellious phaseăâŠâŠhic. Iâve heard about it but, hic, this particular reaction from a girl in pubertyâŠ. what do I⊠what do I doâŠ. About this!?â
Saying that, Dale looked at Latina once again, made an indescribably pathetic expression, and turned around with a spin.
On top of that, he ran away from this very place.
He didnât stop for a moment, demonstrating prompt movements deserving of his top class title.
(EEEeeeeeHHHHH!???)
Seeing Latina screaming internally like she would foam up, Rudolf placed his hand on her shoulder, thud.
Although he told himself to hold onto the slimmest of chances, no matter how impossible it seemed, his voice came out before he even thought about it.
âWell⊠I mean. Try your best?â
âFueeeehh.â
Rudolf was thinking that, although they were father and daughter, they were very similar in a strange way. He had to say, it wasnât someone elseâs problem. Seriously though, he didnât know what he was saying. (TL:ăȘăăšăăăăä»äșșäșă§ăŻçĄăăŁăăæŹćœă«ăèȘćă§èšăăźăäœăȘăźă ăă)
Latina looks at Rudolf with a teary face as Daleâs pathetic voice from earlier was resounding off into Kroixâs night.
(Authorâs note: Thereâs no way it would go so smoothly)
(TL: That jesus Christ was really just âSo meanâ or âthatâs ridiculousâ but I meanâŠ. Jfc DaleâŠ.)