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

When I introduced Rubias to the students at the training center, they accepted her with pleasure. Of course, she is treated as a relative of Master Grom, not a royal one, because there is no one to think about what would happen if she found out about the royalty. A royal would get something in return for kidnapping with his life at stake, but Master Grom is the Count, and Rubias himself can fight to some extent. I don't know what to say, but I don't think it's the right person to risk your life to kidnap you. Besides, if you squeeze a little poorly inside the lords of this city, you'll be lightly banished from the guild and from the training center.

Rubias' skill is to some extent grasp the archery on his way back from the king's capital. Based on the standards of the students here, I can easily complete the beginners, but at intermediate level I will finally be able to follow...... or so. So the first thing she does is build strength. After letting him wear his gear, he put it under high gravity, just like the other students, and forced him to fight the golem.

If this breaks my heart, I guess it's to that extent her enthusiasm for the brave - and I started training with the intention of testing her a little, but Rubias showed me harder than I expected.

"Here, stand up! They're coming back!

"I can't... I can't stand anymore..."

"I can stand! You can do it! You want to be strong!? What are you gonna do with the sound up to this point!

Surprisingly, she continues her training without ever making a weak noise. And while encouraging other trainees who are frustrated. Rubias has been fine since the battle began. My body didn't move as much as I thought it would, and I was supposed to be in a hard environment just walking, but I was slapping my sword on the fist of a golem that would be swinging down at me.

Naturally, having eaten the attack decently, she was busted and rolled down the ground bleeding violently from her face. His face would have swollen, several broken teeth, and about a crack in the bones of his hands and feet. If you're a regular trainee, you'll just pass out and end up, and I'll just make you recover and throw you into the fight as usual. But she wasn't. I wasn't losing my mind. Rising with her own hands and feet as she distorted her face in agony, she turned to the golem with a roar as she picked up her sword. Though naturally they busted me again and now it's really time I fainted.

I couldn't hide my surprise while restoring Rubias, who remained stunned. She was living as a princess, and this should probably be the first time she's been heavily injured. Because no matter how much training you're going through a mock game, no fool will let the princess get hurt badly. Nonetheless, she took her sword and stood up, without turning to the pain. Even minus getting high with the exuberance of the battle, I think that's an unacceptable quality.

Rubias has actually passed out more than twenty times on the first day alone. Close to double the number of other trainees. But that's not because she's inferior to the rest, but because she's always been on the front lines trying to be the shield of other trainees. I thought this tale of a brave candidate was a princess's very easy one, but she was so overwhelmed. She is serious. I'm seriously trying to be a brave man. Whether you can actually be or not, there is no doubt only motivation.

"Thank you!

I was so close to simulating in my head how I should train her next as I dropped her off as she lowered her head deeply and headed back to the castle.

The next day, I'm off at the training center for reception work. I don't know. It looks like Rubias was storming the training center first thing in the morning, but he ended up in a brilliant emptiness. But it's her advantage not to rot there. Rubias listened seriously to the lecture asking if he could get anything from any instructor other than me, and said he had repeatedly trained in practical skills. I went to see how the break was, and one of my colleagues told me so, so I'm pretty sure.

"It's best if you're just motivated. Although it remains in the silver domain in strength. I'm looking forward to the future."

"Right......"

A colleague delighted with the appearance of a good godchild. Yeah. If we're going at this rate, Rubias should be able to get right up to the advanced course. And beyond that - I think we'll be able to work with Karin and Ciel in action without too much time.

"I wish I could keep this motivation."

Few people have the enthusiasm they had in their hearts until the end. I'll be fine while I get the feeling I'm getting stronger. But when the stretch is fading, I think it's time to start seeing my limits that the essence of the person will be tested. It will be up to Rubias in the future to smash through the wall that says the limits of talent and get up a step higher.

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Not long after Rubias started training, when I was in reception, one man approached Frali and the counter. The man is deeply hooded, with a sword on his hips and a luggage bag on his back. The shoes had dry dirt on them and I could see they had come this far over a long period of time. From the eyes that hide from the back of the hood, I feel a strong will, albeit tired.

"Welcome. What can I do for you?

No matter what appearance or atmosphere you have, guests are guests. Asking that as he floated his usual sales smile, the man murmured like this in a dark, grudgingly caged voice.

"... I want to kill people. Can I ask you to do that?

…………

People come who rarely are, but occasionally want to make a request to say this. Instead of calling the Alliance - I'm mistaken for an assassin or something. The public perception is that adventurers tend to think they'll do anything as long as they pay, but of course they're not that outlawed. Adventurers kill people about the time they protect their employers at the request of escorts, self-defense when attacked, and the time they kill their bounty necks when conditions are met, regardless of life or death. Of course, in the case of requests for escorts, it is thoroughly examined whether the client is not a criminal or has not tried to hold him responsible for one stick of evil. In other words, whether you're an adventurer or an average person, there's no way you can kill someone because you made a request.

"I'm sorry, but we can't accept a murder request. This is not an Assassin's Guild."

"... I'll pay as much as I want"

"That's not what I'm saying. Accepting the murder request itself..."

"Why!!

All of a sudden the man who screamed gathers his gaze all over the guild. Most people are confused about something, but there seem to be some of them who shine their eyes when they find just the right entertainment or look at this one worryingly. I guess you're not here to help because you're freaking out about a man, just because you know how strong I am.

The man is staring at me for even killing. Naturally there was no way I could shake it to such a degree of gaze, on the contrary, I could even afford to observe why this man would say such a thing.

You don't look like you're trying to kill someone who's dependent on drugs or something and is trapped in paranoia and not even there. There is no line of medicine because there is no odor specific to drug habits from this man's body odor. It doesn't seem like there's going to be anything to call a delightful offender because he seems to be staying sane. Then next time - if you have someone who simply resents someone fiercely and that is strong enough that you can't help yourself. I think this is the most likely thing. If it's true, I'm done stumbling out whatever a man might say, but I was curious about how the man looked, and I was willing to listen.

"There's something wrong with you, isn't there? I can't promise to take the request, but I can talk to you. What do you want to do?

"... ok. Just listen to me."

After moving into the separate room, the man seemed a little calm. But the flames that were smoking in my heart didn't go out, so my eyes remained as dangerous as ever.

The man's name is Serrow. Born and raised, he is a man of this kingdom of Bordeaux and now lives in a village a little far from the city of Suphore. Born and raised in a mediocre village with no specialties, tourist attractions or anything in particular, he was tired of his unchanged life and apparently tried to become a merchant in the city in the first place. Work meticulously to get the savings you desperately saved. It wasn't particularly a guess, so his job offer just depended on his allowances to the Chamber of Commerce connecting the houses. He wants me to hire him.

Naturally, I don't have someone to introduce me to, so I'm turned down. Essentially, all the people who work for the Chamber of Commerce are take-up people who have been hired in politely since childhood and are tapped neatly into etiquette and business proficiency. If not, they didn't exist from the beginning, such as the Chamber of Commerce, which employs pedestrians, or the Chamber of Commerce, which employs cellars who have no experience as merchants, because they only employ people with business experience.

But there appears a set of men and women. They whispered this as they approached the tube-wrapping cello in the tavern. I was wondering if we could do business together. Well put, pure. To put it badly, even a worldless cello doesn't imitate trusting a first-person on a boulder to deposit his or her precious gold. In an attempt to unravel him like that, men and women tried to flex him with various hands. Alcohol, cooking, beating. Serrow gradually floated to a variety of entertainment that was not marginal in the village. And she's still a woman. Yes, a pair of one-sided crackers - a woman began to sneak up on Serrow.

In a home village full of old people and children, young women have a lot of deductions, and when they are mottled, they quickly fit into someone's daughter-in-law. Serrow didn't leak much either, and he was a mottled, missed wedding mouth, so the woman dictated to him that he easily rose. I told the man not to tell me to take a room in the inn, and I was distracted when I tried to do things, and when I realized it was morning.

Serrow, who doesn't know what it is, remembered that just before the act began, a woman had been drunk. A glass of booze that I was advised to drink while saying it was a wake-up call. I had no memory of drinking it. Later festival even if the hasty cello tried to find his wallet. Instead of a woman, the inn room was left with only a beautifully emptied, worn out purse, he said.

"Do something to find them, and I'm sorry if I don't kill them! Is there any way!?

"Hmmm......"

All I could do was roar with a glimmer of sweat. I don't know what to say, there's too much poking around to say. I don't know about getting out of the village admiring the city. But all of a sudden, I don't understand going for merchants. If you want to start your own business, aren't you going to have a merchant guild introduce you to an easy job, or something that starts with a pedestrian and expands your sales channel into the tunnel? Besides, the market is set with a guy who's mostly not even a tavern approaching. More than half of them are drunk, and later the little villains are the majority. Few people are willing to drink friendly with strangers. So in this city liquor store, few people get drunk by themselves. Because if you lose your mind, you may be sucked off your wallet or stripped of your body. With people you can trust if you drink. If that's not possible, refrain from drinking. It would be a minimum means of self-defence, not just in this city.

I don't know what to say, but I think this is a disaster that Serrow could have avoided most of if he hadn't even been caught off guard. I only know country life. Even though I know it's harsh on him, all I can say is yes. Although I can't say he deserved it because he didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry to hear that. But do you even think about killing the other guy with that? You want your money back or you want to smash it?

"... I see what's going on"

"Then you're going to make me a request!?

Why does that happen? I push the cello with one hand to build momentum with expectations.

"I've told you many times, I can't take a murder request. Didn't you sue the guards?

"I told you so! But they tried to find it, but they told me not to expect too much! Tell me there's a good chance you're running away from the city!

Well, I guess so. I don't think he's staying in the city where the thieves worked to steal. I'll get away with it in their shoes.

"So why don't you do this? I need adventurers to look for me. Even if you can't get a murder request, you can get one if you want to find a thief."

"... but there's no guarantee you'll find it, is there?

"It's more likely than not to do anything like this. In case you can't find it, the only thing you lose is a deposit. What will you do?

Serrow takes his wallet out of his nose and frowns. They just stole a lot of money, and maybe the nostalgia is tough. By the way, you think he came back to the village to collect the money after he was stolen?

"… request. I'll find them and kill them with my own hands."

"... Yes. So, what are the characteristics of these people?"

Sounds cold, but after finding the person you're after, it's not where the Alliance finds Serrow and his men and women. Because the Adventurer Guild is not on the side of justice, nor is it a charity. I will restrain my heart from feeling sympathetic to him and lightly write down what he calls the characteristics of men and women. But as I wrote about it, I was aware of the wrinkles leaning between my eyebrows.

"What's up?

"Wait a minute, please.... this."

Serrow's characteristic of men and women is familiar. I mean, I've been around from other guilds lately, and they look just like one of my clients. When I left my cello on the spot and went back to the reception, I picked up a request that I hadn't pasted out yet. Look crumbly at a few requisitions and find the requisition you want.

"There it is. This is it."

That was a bandit's crusade request. There was information recently that a band of bandits was about halfway between the city of Suphore and the neighbouring town. The bandits are disgraced, and when they start preparing to crusade, they just disappear. Disappearing at such a good time that the guilds and lords doubted the existence of insiders.

Even so, it's hard to imagine a knight or soldier becoming one of the bandits. If they don't do badly, they'll be in a cheap job for the rest of their lives, and they shouldn't be fit for it where they got a temporary bandit spill. When that happens, the bandits are likely lurking their people in the city and gathering information. As a matter of fact, other guilds contacted me when I tried to secure the identity of that likely person. It is the characteristics of that man and woman that are consistent with what Serrow calls a thief. Perhaps the man and the woman were part of the bandits, who must have taken money from the cellars as they fled the city.

If the opponent is a bandit and has a crusade request, there's nothing wrong with it. As Serrow wanted, killing those guys no longer makes them guilty. When I rushed back to Serrow, I explained the situation quickly.

"Ho, is that true!? Are you sure you can kill them?

"We have a restraining order in place for once, but since life and death are to be irrelevant, you're likely to be killed as a result of the battle. Just..."

I have to tell the joyful Sero the facts. Because that's what the receptionist does.

"I can't take you on a crusade. There won't be a party to take someone who's not even experienced in combat to get a dangerous request, and besides, you can't participate in the double sense because you could run ahead as soon as you see the man or woman."

"Why! I'm sorry I had to kill you with this hand!

"I don't care why they say it. You can't even give me this information if it's true, can you? I'm just talking special because I feel sorry for you."

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A serrow of unconvincing and flashy expressions. I know how you feel, but I can't help it all. Anyway, if you're eligible for escort, because if you've got a bloody amateur or something, that's the only reason you're in danger of wiping out the party. Assuming Serrow is taken hostage, the Adventurer will be unable to do anything.

"I can't take you, but at least I'll let you know if the request was a success. Especially the men and women."

As an Alliance, this is the limit. This request itself was made by the lord, and he's an irrelevant person, so he's not in a position to know the information. Still, it is good to say that only the results will be made known, so it is good to say that it is a good treatment for breaking.

"... ok. That's good. Whether you fail or succeed, let me know if you figure something out."

"Yes, then ask the guild every few days. I'll let you know if anything changes."

"Please."

As I dropped off the cello leaving the guild, I turned around my hardened shoulder and exhaled howlingly.

"Oh my God. You have all sorts of people. Good study. Still, this request... looks like it could be used."

I was just thinking about Rubias while I was looking at the requisition. It's only natural to fight demons, and for once she just wanted her human opponent to gain real-life experience. There's a handful of bandits this time around, and I wonder if they're just right for her practice opponents? You'll be fine if you keep up with Karin and Ciel.

All right, good hurries. Let's go home and talk to the two of you soon.