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

- Dierian Perspective

Lapis and Rubias, we broke up. I walked out to the house. My legs feel a little heavy now when I say it's the way I'm always used to walking. The atmosphere in the city is, of course, because I'm freaked out when the Stieds' private soldiers will find me.

"Give me a break... Even though I trained, it doesn't change how bad I am at melee."

Besides, I don't even have a protective dagger right now. Because everyone's gear was worn out, and I put it together and hid it so I couldn't find it. I hide my noticeable ears and pretend to be a female merchant, but I wonder if the opposite is noticeable because the number of female merchants themselves is low.

Walking away early enough, avoiding the shittiness and the human eye, the surrounding waves gradually became less crowded. As a result, the number of buildings decreases. The house we live in is in the suburbs, so it was natural.

"Wind Spirit Silf. Find out if there are any signs of people around you."

In response to my voice, the wind blows through my surroundings. The weak spirits have the disadvantage of being weak in exercising them, but they also have the advantage of saying that they are only visible to spiritual users. Hit the scouts at times like this.

"... the three of us. I don't know what to do."

According to the words whispered by the returning Silf, there are three humans around the house and they haven't moved from the spot. There's no way the passing and the neighbors are hiding in silence, so I'm pretty sure they'll judge you a noble private soldier.

(It seems easy to kick the crap out of me, but there's a chance the reporter who's watching the three of us is hiding. If you are out of the detection range of the silf, do it. If you screw up, you'll be chased around by Karin and the others.)

If I could, I'd like to do everything I can, but the Brave Party isn't in this city right now. The Karins that are being chased are only in the form of secret detectives from other countries. That's out of the question.

(I can't stop by the house, but can we just walk past it?)

The appearance of the enemy is not in sight. But I walk slowly to the house. The house is getting closer and closer. Moving only his gaze to see what was going on in the house, there was an incredible sight there.

(It's broken...!)

The front door was broken, and all the windows were tapped open. The flower beds that we all made have been trampled and vandalized, and the furniture that we brought over the ingredients and made is so broken that they don't fasten the original shape. The moment I saw the sight, I realized there was blood on my head. We had fun days in this house, trampled by others in the red. There's no way this isn't on my mind.

Shall I tear him to pieces - I don't know, that came to mind. The power now makes it easy. But the sober part of my head warns me that if I do that, I'll have trouble later. My eaten teeth squeal and my clenched fist hurts. Be cool. You can keep your anger later. While I hid my inner anger, I took my gaze off the house and turned to the training center.

"Ha..."

Heavy heavy sighs leaked naturally. As I gradually distance myself from the house, the eyes of the surveillance that was directed at me also loosen. What shall I say to everyone...... If you found out the house was destroyed, you'd be absolutely sad. It's depressing.

"Hmm...?

A familiar training center approached, but that was not always the same as at home.

"I'm not vibrant... or I can't hear you"

Training centers are usually obnoxious. Student callings that are running the truck extensively, as well as battle training sword trills and explosions. Anyway, it should be a noisy place from morning to night. After all, as Mr. Gatekeeper said, are people losing their leanings?

Without stopping his legs, he glanced at the training center, where there was a flickering appearance of an adventurer who had been so reduced in number as not to be compared to before. There's probably not even ten of them in all. Besides, they all seem to move like amateurs, so it seems that only newbies are left. But I soon noticed the discomfort in that sight of the stillness I was used to seeing.

"Hey, what's going on? If you want to name an adventurer, stand up!

"Ha!?

Human beings who thought they were instructors, apparently aristocratic private soldiers. They were obviously waving their swords against newcomer adventurers and laughing at the eclampsia disorder. The number is three in all. The two wear knight armor, but only one has a knight dressed in black full-body armor. It was black from top to bottom and intuitive at a glance. He said he was one of the black scumbags he was talking about.

"I heard there's a lot of skilled people here at the training center, but it's no big deal!

"It's true. I was hoping for something!

"Gu!"

As one of the men laughed and waved his sword, one of the missed adventurers took a blow to the shoulder and collapsed on the spot. The fallen adventurer is holding his shoulder and groaning. Looks like he just punched me in the belly of a sword. You think it's a bad idea to kill people on a boulder? Anyway, look, it's not something I feel good about.

"If the student is here, that woman with a reputation for being strong... was it definitely named Lapis? That's not a big deal, either."

"You knocked Rich down. You just got a big story anyway. Wasn't it actually a skeleton?

Pickle - and the facial muscles catch on. Koitsu et al... Lapis is weak because he lacks something to say? If she gets serious, you guys will be wiped out in an instant! The frustrations that destroyed the house go hand in hand, and it's time for patience to be near the limit. The next moment I thought I'd yell at him, one adventurer got up, and he shouted in my place.

"No! The teacher is really strong! That guy saved this city, he's a real hero! I will never forgive anyone who makes fun of her!

I haven't seen them fight, but I can get some idea of the difference in strength between them adventurers and men just because of their physical fitness. They and the private soldiers have a hopelessly different arm. Maybe it took a lot of courage to raise a protest right now. Scared, but they defended their teacher - that is, Lapis, to the fullest. I got my chest hot on that fact. But the aristocratic private soldiers laugh at his protests like that with their noses. I'm sure it's only to the point where the puppy's barking.

"Then what? You want me to shut you up with my strength? You can't do that, can you? Bye, you bastards! Hey, what's going on? Don't freak out. Call me!

"Ku......! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You couldn't stand the humiliation, the insulted adventurer lays his sword and is slashed by them. But the results are the same as just now. In a flash, he was sword-blown, struck by a blow to the torso and collapsed.

"Ugh... Guh...! Oh, shit......!

"Turn yourself around, civilians. No matter how hard you guys try, you can't override the difference in birth!

One of the men kicked him, in tears, trying to take his sword with his painful body. Somewhere in my head when I saw it, I felt something switched on. My anger-dyed head dries up. Calmly, I was staring at the men with cold eyes, as I had switched to another self with what could be termed a ruthless personality somewhere.

"... sorry guys. I don't think I can stand it. I know it's a mess, but you can't name a brave man if you miss this."

I took the hood that covered my head and walked over to the men.