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

- Dierian Perspective

I was slowly northbound down the street as I walked down the horse and aligned myself with the two legs. The fact that I had finished as soon as I found the demons that sometimes appeared seemed to impress me more and more with my prowess. Thanks to this, their mouths were lighter and gradually able to be broken down.

"Hmmm...... They even do that."

"Yeah, it's terrible. The city I live in still seems to be better, but I hear that the inhabitants of a city that has been dominated by power have been met with harsh eyes."

On the road, I was hearing stories from Verna's mouth about Steed soldiers. How much they behave as they please throughout the Kingdom of Bordeaux and dye their hands in evil. Stealing and assault are natural, slaughtered in kidnapping, rape and burning. He seemed to be dyeing his hands at every possible evil. It is their modus operandi that makes them cunning. And they plundered those who rebelled before them, and made them known to those who were submissive. This is what happens to you when we turn against ourselves - to put pressure on you. Grasp the reins of those who are likely to disobey while satisfying their desires. Only bad wisdom is like working people.

(Then I should have killed you in the city of Suphore. Ma, I'm not free enough to turn around and kill you, and don't shy away from the next one)

"Um, Dieria?

"Hmm?"

She decides not to honor each other because she's one of those traveling people, but she still doesn't try to stop being respectful. I can't help it. They grew up boxed all the time. Even though she said it would be nice if she spoke normally, her normality was respectful, so she couldn't heal. Anyway, that was peeking into my face like Verna was afraid. Her height is lower, one head lower than mine in an elf taller than the average person. By the way, Simon and I are about the same back length.

"You look kind of scary. Was there anything wrong with you?

"Oh, I was just remembering how the Steeds did it. Don't worry, I'm not mad at the Vernas."

"... Really?"

It was also for a moment that the expression loosened up like a ho. She looks at me like she's nervous again.

"Dieria. I say we kick the Steeds out of Christopher's territory, but how exactly?

"... where I hurt him appropriately and let him get away with it, now he'll come at me with more numbers, or he'll just do evil in another city again. Then you don't have to forgive me."

…………

Gokuri - and I heard Simon honking his throat. Verna also has a strong look on my face when she says she kills them all in the dark. But I guess she also knows there's no other way. Though I tried to say something, there was nothing to disagree with.

"In the meantime, after we get rid of them, we'll see how it goes. Let me try to protect Verna while I can do something with my power. If you can't, don't worry, I'll let you get away with it."

"-! is...... yes. Thank you. Dieria."

I never said I could protect the city - Verna, her father, and all the inhabitants of the city. There are limits to what you can do on your own no matter how hard you try. Even if I could use some massive attack magic like Lapis, I'd be lucky if he let an assassin go into the city and assassinated the residents. I'll never get around to it. Then we'll have to limit the number of people we can protect from the start, even if it's cruel.

(I guess you really want to say that everyone wants help. Sorry, I'm not that strong)

All I could do was apologize in my heart to Verna, who leaned down.

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A few days after I met the two of them, I was reaching the city where the Vernas lived - Sylvania. Deeply dressed in the hood he gets on the road, Verna observes the city no matter what it is. Simon, who also took off his armor and just looked back and put on his hood, felt similar.

"People are not walking..."

"Ma'am. On the contrary, all the shops are closed"

"You're all going to feel the same about the city that the Steeds occupied."

The totally interrupted city on the street is like a ghost town. Everyone is locked in the house, killing their breath for their own safety and that of their family. I wonder if there is anything else they can do, even if it is the peace that might be broken at their whim.

"Dieria. We've reached the city, what are we going to do from here? You're not gonna hit me from the front...?

"No way. I won't give my enemies time to fight back. I'll do it flashy."

Originally, being a spiritual user, I can't use massive destructive magic like Lapis or Ciel. Because spiritual magic is a lot of auxiliary stuff, good for one-on-one combat, enemy obstruction, and allied support. But I have Sol. With his help, the Spirit of the earth, it is also possible to ravage an army.

We first decided to rely on Simon's home in Lower Town. Because I was going to have you hiding here for the safety of the two of us. When it comes to clarity and fighting, Verna and Simon are the only two people with legs together. Simon fought. I did, but I convinced him to protect Verna even in exchange for his life, so he wouldn't jump out of the house. And when I was alone, I was appearing on a tower overlooking the castle after sundown.

The shrine of the church, where people are no longer close to each other, boasts the highest height in the city. It was a great place to snipe.

"Looks like you're on guard for once. You're so stupid."

Even if it was a bunch of outlaws who work the wolves without thinking, it seems to have that degree of intelligence with them. That's right. Even goblins can stand guard against nesting holes. There are hundreds of meters from here to the castle. We're going to shoot through the castle lookout from there, so it wouldn't be possible to talk about it if we thought about it normally. Except for me.

Elves originally have good eyesight because they are a species that uses bows to hunt in the woods. Besides, my arm strength and vision are multiplied with training. It was a fine distance to shoot through. There is an arrow gissilli on the back and a jammed arrow barrel, with some spare arrow barrels rolling under his feet. I was going to shoot my enemies through as much as I could here and confuse them.

"Phew..."

Breathe and slowly connect one arrow. At the end of the arrow was the figure of a soldier colluding with a hella and a sloppy face. At that moment when I stopped breathing, I emptied my head and let go of my hand. Then the arrow, well shot out by the string, accelerated with tremendous momentum and flew in a straight line towards the target under his eyes. Cut, he said, a small sound like something stabbed him in the dry plate, and the arrow he unleashed was sucked into the man's side head.

In an instant, the desperate man bleeds out of his head, tilting his body with grali and falling. Looks like the guy I was with didn't know what happened for a second, but I guess he figured things out right away. Though he hurried himself to escape the scene, the next moment he was to fall, similarly laying arrows from his head.

"It's quiet for the werewolf smoke in the war, but we need to reduce the number as much as we can before the noise spreads. I have to go one after the other."

I meant to be ready, but I still can't completely erase my fear. I reached for the next arrow as I annoyingly wiped away a glimmer of sweat flowing down my forehead.