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

"I thought I was going to die..."

After being helped out, Verna said so crying. Because her clothes were all over the dirt she put out and she smelled pretty bad. I, of course, hated Simon approaching and kept crying until I went back to the city to get dressed.

She lowered her head deeply to me when she returned to Simon's home to wipe her body and mouth a warm drink to finally calm down.

"Dieria. This time it really helped. About me, too, but I can't thank you enough for sweeping the Black Knight out of the city."

"Thank you for helping my lady."

"Fine, fine. You don't have to thank me for that."

I'm ashamed of the boulders when they say thank you to me face to face. Besides, the Black Knight, who once used this city as his root castle, took it down, but the problem hasn't solved anything.

"What more do we do now than that? Looks like the castle doesn't have a black knight..."

"I'll talk to your father, including that."

With that said, I had completely forgotten the presence of Count Christopher, Verna's father. You were so shadowy that you fell out of your head.

"Verna?"

"Because that guy's unsolicited attitude led to things like today. I need you to be ready now."

Verna seems quite angry. Because you've been in terrible shape?... No, it's not. Maybe she's just mad at her father's impudence as a lord. In other words, he tried not to defend his territory, put the people he was supposed to defend in crisis, and when he was in danger, he tried to let only his own daughter escape. Maybe he's a good man as a father, but as a lord, he'd be disqualified. There's no point in Verna getting angry either.

"Come on, both of you. Come to the castle."

Without waiting for me and Simon to reply, Verna walks out to the castle with a strong foothold. Following in haste, Simon and I looked at each other and had to laugh bitterly. Apparently, Verna, I peeled it off for putting my life in danger this time. Although I still feel unreliable, I felt a definite readiness from that little body.

The sun is rising. That means revealing traces of battle. None of the bodies of the Black Knights left unattended in the street retained their original form, impressing on their enemy allies the overwhelming fear of violence called Sol. Although Verna, who saw them, was frightened for a moment, he immediately restarts his steps. As if nothing existed, without slowing the pace down a bit.

When I looked at the rolling corpse as it continued after Verna, I realized something.

"No ordinary soldiers mixed up?

All dead are black knights, and I don't see any so-called common soldiers. I don't even think a black knight who was privileged would bother wearing the armor of a general soldier, so maybe only a black knight is dead.

"If you're a castle soldier, I think you're in the castle."

Simon walking beside me answered me if my whining got in my ear.

"The majority of the soldiers and knights who were in this castle from the beginning were necked. Because he's disobedient to the Black Knight."

"... Your Lordship gave you permission."

"I didn't need your permission. If you wield Prince Steed's authority, you can easily fly the neck of a soldier or knight in general. Some of them resigned from themselves because they disgusted the lord who wouldn't shelter them..."

Simon's voice sounded dark saying so. I was somewhat anticipating that maybe someone close to him had also left the army. I guess you quit from someone serious.

The gates of the castle remain open, as they did when they took the horse. This is all the noise, but the soldiers left in the castle don't even come to see how it goes. Even if it's frightening and shrinking, isn't there too much guts in the boulder?

After entering the castle, Verna's walk was gradually quicker, and now he was moving at a good pace by saying he was walking early. On the top floor of the three-story castle is her father - Count Christopher's private room. A knight from the escort was in formation when he was in front of the room on a boulder, and for the first time since entering this castle he was to be seen as a soldier.

"Master Verna!

"I'm back now. Is your father inside?

Without worrying about the knight answering yes, Verna opened the door with momentum. I don't know if it's aristocratic to suddenly enter the room without knocking or responding, but I guess it doesn't matter to Verna right now. Once inside, there was one well-dressed middle-aged man sitting there, surrounded by knights and soldiers of escorts. I only get the impression that it's a normal Osama from somewhere nervous appearance by bending my eyebrows to the letter to. Is this Verna's father?

"Verna!? How did you..."

"Father. Have you noticed the noise outside? What happened to those black knights"

Count Christopher can't hide his confusion in the questioning tone of his daughter's sudden return, who should have let him escape. As a parent, I know you want to ask why she came back, but Verna's atmosphere didn't allow it. When the Count faces for a moment, he speaks to squeeze it out.

"Of course I know about the battle outside. A mysterious monster appeared and annihilated the Black Knights. I don't know whose the hell it is, but it's something that did something extra for me. It's like I poked Prince Steed in the face."

"Nah."

There are not many words in the grass. I can't believe you repelled all those tyrannical working black knights, and instead of thanking me, you complained. Unlike me, who was taken aback, it was Simon standing next to me who changed his complexion. But he can't complain in his position. He swallows words and bites his lips in remorse. In the meantime, Verna's anger echoes into the room.

"Father! Is that the word you say in this situation! Shame on you!

Shin - and the room quieted down. Count Christopher is stuck with his mouth pokane-opened by surprise at the anger of his grown-up daughter, and the knights and soldiers of the escort have no voice in the sudden transformation of the grown-up lady. But Verna raised her voice without such a concern to them.

"What a disrespectful thing to say to those who have just drawn in people who have not tried to defend their territory on their own and are not busy with other applications! I didn't think your father was that pathetic!

"Hey, what are you mad at, Verna? What the hell is wrong with you?

Count Christopher horny, trying to forgive his furious daughter. Verna stares at such a father with a kick and sharp eye, and continues her words in a slightly calm tone.

"Father. Where and what were you doing when you found out the battle had begun outside?

"Where are you... I gather information in this room..."

"... gathering information?

Shit. Verna's anger is rekindling. I guess the word couldn't stand on my stomach right now, just because it was a situation where Simon, who I depend on, fought a life-threatening battle and if I did poorly, would harm the people as well.

"So after all this time, did you figure something out?

"No... that. Only that the majority of the Black Knights died and the rest escaped..."

"I guess so. But then what happened?

"And then?"

You didn't know what Verna told you, the Count puts his neck up.

"It's been hours since the battle ended. Why doesn't your father go outside and confirm the damage directly or see if there are any injured residents?

"Ah..."

He first noticed it when he said it, and a glimmer of sweat dripped from the Count's forehead. So this Osama, you were just thinking about yourself...

"Father. First, thank you to Dieria, who is here. She was the one who helped me and Simon escape the castle and defeated the black knight who nestled in the city."

"Did you help? Did something happen on the road?

"I was just attacked by a bunch of demons. Thank you sooner."

"Oh well. Looks like your daughter's been taken care of. Thank you."

The Count bowed his head in a half-hearted and half-hearted way. Not at all emotional thank you, but judging only by my appearance, I wonder if that would be impossible too. Because it's hard to believe that a beautiful, luxurious, poor elf like me would have repelled a bunch of inflexible black knights. Simon looked at me with a strange look as I nodded.

"I'm not thankful. Because I just helped out in the making. More than that, Count. Listen to Verna."

"Thank you, Dieria. Father, I heard from this Dieria that the territory of Count Grom is already suppressed by the Steeds"

"Hey, what!?

The Earl raises a surprise. His complexion, knowing that the only safety zone was gone, had changed as funny.