Hero’s Redo ~ A Hero That Once Saved the World Reborn as a Girl ~

"Why didn't you shelter me!

As my anger echoes indoors, Master Grom just drinks tea with a cool face. The knight of the escort once made a move to protect him, but either form a fear on my sword screen or just wolf around with a dick. After seemingly deciding on the process of conducting a simulation battle for some reason, Master Grom's line, including mine, had returned to the first modem he had been guided to. Even if the maid of the castle serves a fragrant cup of tea or cookies, it doesn't come into my sight right now.

"What are you so angry about? You took good care of yourself."

"Where is it!? If you deal with them this time, the king will surely try to take me in!? We're not going anywhere near finding a compromise in a discussion!

"... well, calm down. I'll talk to you in order."

The teacup he had makes a cackling noise and is returned to the receptacle. His quiet but sensible eyes stared at him, and the blood that was up his head drew, gradually regaining his calm. One nod after checking on me like that, Master Grom starts talking quietly.

"... I also initially assumed a discussion. I planned to preach the importance of you as a force to defend the city and of you as a good instructor at the training center, and to appeal to you as an essential human resource for my city, Suphore."

I'm glad you compliment me, but I'm intensely curious as to why I'm missing the rating of being the most important guild receptionist. Is it not as useful as you think it is to accept it yourself? I'm a little shocked.

"But starting with Prince Steed, I wasn't expecting so many people to rebel in front of the king. So I immediately decided to change my policy. You show your overwhelming power and make the great man realize that even the king can't help you. If you ordered high pressure, if you could possibly be rebelled with force, you'd be more likely to step on two feet, wouldn't you?

"Ugh... still, well... yes..."

If you ask me, is that so? I use rebellion to take things to a desired end - I'm impressed with ideas I don't have.... but wait? Isn't there a better way to do this? It's the same until we have a mock fight. But there's got to be a decision that we have to win. If you lose with Waza and let the king down, that's all you have to do...? That's right, you're good to have lost. I come up with incredibly good hands myself and my face gets nasty with nature.

"... I don't know what you're thinking, but you're not allowed to lose this fight, are you? If you lose unnecessarily, it involves my face for recommending you. It's out of the question to lose with the waza."

"... Yes"

It was completely read. They stabbed me in the nail. There are times when boulders have just been cutting up territory for years. You're not my opponent by the number of martial arts. I have no choice. Do I have to be honest here......

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Crossing the bounce bridge to the city side, a variety of facilities line up between the walls. Clerks work in administrative buildings, soldier quarters, stables that take care of horses, pegasus, etc. It was the squad yard that took up quite a lot of space among them. Needless to say, the training ground for soldiers. It seems that it is not only soldiers who use this place, but also knights and wizards, roughly places where those involved in the battle are free to use it. It's not as big as the training center where I serve as a teacher, but the large number of people thought to move is huge, and if you feel like it, you can align the big troops.

(No, was it originally made for that purpose?)

At the end of his gaze around Kyorokyoro and the neighborhood was a temporary, lucrative VIP seat, with the appearance of a knight consolidating his surroundings to protect it. And the soldiers who were working out until just now, they also stand to surround the squad fields. Suddenly, the place where kings and nobles of high rank were supposed to be enlivened, usually with soldiers who put out their finesse in training, was also now quiet as if they had struck water.

There are about ten other knights and soldiers gathered in the heart of that vast garrison. Each of them was confronting me with a sword, a spear, etc., which they thought was a good weapon. The look is not even trying to hide the affront. Looks like he's licking this one too much.

"- So I asked you guys to do a mock fight with Miss Lapis. If what you hear is true, her strength will greatly outweigh yours. Don't be shy."

"I will say so, my lord general. If that were a lie, we would unilaterally humiliate a weak woman. How about that externally?

Another less attentive middle-aged knight is gently disputing this to a man with a tough beard called the General. To observe from that attitude, I'm probably in the best position of the people this man has gathered. And definitely the strongest. I have the impression that I am pulling out one or two heads over the other.

"... Your Majesty's orders. You guys fight as hard as you're told. You don't want to fight one-on-one like a game, you fight with the intention of crusading demons. Naturally, we have the Wizard's support."

"Are you serious? We're gathered here as knights and soldiers, but also as finger wrestlers in the Kingsville, aren't we? Besides that, what is magical cover...... Young lady. I don't know what happened, but surrender within the moment. I wish I was injured, but it could kill me, right?

He suddenly talks to me where I was watching what was going on, and I panic a little. I guess that one showed me the way over here. Nice guy.

"Ah... uh, I'm fine. My lord tells me not to lose, so I can't stop you now. Go ahead."

"... well. Then there's no choice."

The men's eyes changed to my attitude of not showing any shards of fear in the men's words. You think you've been licked, and from that glance, it even makes you feel killer.

"... Looks like you're ready. Now we start the mock fight with this! Its power cultivated in daily workouts, show it in front of His Majesty, but good!

As soon as the general said so, the men scattered around simultaneously. Are they all used to organized combat, taking positions that surround me? This place is very different from adventurers fighting demons in small numbers. The men scattered all around him, laying down their weapons and looking at us without alarm. I thought you were waiting for me to get out, but apparently not.

"Increased Agility (Haste)!"

"Attack Up (Blade)!"

"Defense Up (Shield)!"

The wizards who kept chanting behind them activated the magic to keep standing. It is the foundation, agility, attack, and defense of auxiliary magic designed to assist in combat. I can see that the bodies of the men with magical effects glowed slightly and that the men had more power than usual.

(Well, what do we do? It's easy if you just wipe it all out, but then you won't be convinced...)

If we jump up into the sky and let them descend even with great magic, they will be wiped out without doing anything. But that's a lot of trouble. I have to win this time to make sure I understand the difference in power, so it's not like I'm going to be wiped out in one blow. Because...

"... I guess I'll just have to do it with my sword"

"What the fuck are you talking about! Let's go!"

It seems there are only three wizards and three bowmen to provide cover from a distance, and ten melee fights. The three men behind me swung their swords and stormed. That's the difference in time, and the four of us split left and right. The last three standing in the front. I know you tried to disturb this consciousness by shifting the timing, but it's not me who panics to that extent.

"Get it - boo!?

I have the feeling of cutting the wind behind me. I stuck my sword in my sheath, sticking it out behind every sheath without even looking behind me. The feeling of bone crushing is conveyed to the hand. You got a little upset about your buddy falling, and the other two swordsticks were a little late. So I finally looked back and cringed the sword that was approaching me. He jumps off the spot to get distance once he breaks with a sheath of each of the men's arms that have been swung out of momentum. The attack, launched from left, right and front, aimed at me, cut the sky in vain behind me.

"Guh!"

"Ugh!?

The men who fall in while holding down their arms, witnessing the fact that three were defeated in an instant, the rest of the men can't hide their agitation.

"You're lying!?

"Don't be alarmed!

The men hold it back with one drink of the man I've advised earlier. The men have tried to kill me to chase me at a distance, but before that, three arrows flew for me. Are you aiming for your feet and torso? The decision is not a mistake because just rubbing it will reduce mobility. But...

"Phew."

Both arrows aimed at both legs were smashed down with sheaths, and the other one was grabbed by hand. Regardless of avoiding or playing, you didn't expect to get a flying arrow grabbed by your hand, the bowman was solidifying for a moment. I swung the arrow I grabbed at that moment and threw it at the archer. The thrown arrow is faster than it can be shot with a bow, cutting the wind and returning to the path it has just come. It was stabbed by an archer who unleashed an arrow, aimlessly.

"What!?

An archer who sees incredible things and sees an arrow stabbed in his own shoulder. Now there are two remaining archers.

"This!"

"What the hell are you!

Swords and spears looming from the front. I did not sum up the attack carried out by the four of them at the same time by waving my sheath. Four people who will be blown away with every weapon they had. Stuck instantly into the rest of the men who are taken aback, slamming the palm bottom into each steeple.

"Gu Boo!?

"Whew!

"Ha!?

Three people fall in while punching the contents of their stomachs. Arrows made of flames and ice came for me, as if I had a clear aim there. It's an attack by the wizards who were watching the gap after the chant. There are two kinds of approaching: flame arrows (flare arrows) and ice arrows (ice arrows). Magic that falls one rank over spears, but has the advantage of shooting numbers because of the short chanting time.

"Sweet!"

I stayed on the spot and activated the magic instantly. It is the same arrows of fire and ice that they use. But what is decidedly different from them is their power and number. There are more than ten pieces of magic that I have produced in an instant, and one greatly surpasses their magical power. Flames blown up flashly as soon as they collide in the air and crushed ice. Its sight, both fantastic and horrible, was only for a moment, and shortly afterwards the wizards were blown away with the flames and ice that would kill them. The aim is a little off, so a major injury shouldn't kill you.

From behind me facing the other four, something looms as I slit the air. Aim is the head. Whether you've been hit by the heat of battle, or confused by the intensity of this one, it's definitely a course of death if you hit it directly. I'm a little pissed off, but I don't even turn around and smash the two arrows down with my sheath. At the same time, when the archers were visited by the two lightning bolts they had produced, they fell in without raising their voice.

"Dude..."

"In a flash like this... are you serious..."

"Am I even dreaming?

"I thought it was a general's holla story..."

The four remaining men had completely lost their will to war, even as they stood up for weapons. Naturally, in just a minute or two, a handful of fights were defeated without being able to do anything. Even so, there is still no signal of termination. They decided the simulation was going on. When I took one step, they would all step back. I'm totally frightened. Don't go on like this and you'll just be abusive...... Chirali and observe the king and his surroundings. Though they were uniformly surprised, there was no way they were moving to stop.

You're not gonna stop until you're kicked out? then...)

I left the frightened four on the spot and rose high in the sky with flying magic.

"Ooh! I flew!

"The magic of flight!? You had a user left!

"I can't believe it... even court magicians can't use magic..."

Ignoring the stunning gallery, I began to concentrate my spirit. It is the magic of fire to use. It was the most commonly used fireball (fireball) in my active life. Convenient for annihilating miscellaneous fish, this magic is the most suitable to frustrate the opponent's war will. And it's also the perfect magic for me to need to make a slightly flashy attack, including the meaning of the warning not to make me give you an extra little bit in the future.

The fireball I was born over my head with my arms up softly takes in my magic and increases its magnitude. That fireball, which continued to huge the perimeter to be distracted, was eventually fixed about the size of a house.

"Avoid it."

The men, who were staring up at the fireball, regained sanity to my words and hurriedly retreated from the spot. Looking a little further away from them like that, I shook my arm down as it was. A huge fireball that slowly falls. When it came into contact with the ground as it evaporated the surrounding arcades and bow targets, it disappeared to the bottom of the ground as it melted the ground. Shortly after, a giant firepillar rose from the bottom of the hole.

Behind me standing on the ground, the firepillars are blowing up from the bottom of the ground. I gave a quiet salute to the kings and nobles who saw me with their fearful eyes. This far will suffice.

"Shit... battle... yes. Winner Lapis......"

General to hold on and mark the end of the battle. But whoever was there could not raise my voice to victory.