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

With the credit of defeating Sherpa, who was connected to the Demonic Nation, the Aneros became clear and free. The king's apology to them restored honor and made it all work... on the face of it. Emotional deterioration against the king of the people is inevitable in this case, and discontent seems to be erupting everywhere in the mouth. I don't think it's impossible. He secretly plotted a war and imprisoned the Aneros, heroes of the country who opposed it. Few speak openly of the king's ill words, even in front of soldiers and knights, but in unseen places of the country, such as liquors.

Although the King officially announced the withdrawal of the war plan in order to converge things, not many people would pepper it. On top of that, the Kingdom of Bordeaux, which has overheard its declaration of withdrawal, has sent a special envoy who has been asked to explain the situation and is distressed by the response. Ma, I deserve everything, but I think it would be nice to do as little damage to the people as possible.

Whatever the history, Zervis could not be stopped from following the Empire. If you just look at the results, you can probably praise yourself for doing well.

"Ready?

"Oh. I'm sorry I kept you waiting"

"Never mind."

A gentle greeting is exchanged with Anello, who solidifies himself in his travelling attire. The Aneros seem to have asked the king to stay in the confused Zerbis, but he turned it down and chose the path to accompany me. He was a king who showed difficulty, but for a time he didn't force himself to see if he had the burden of hunting him down to the point of execution, and he seemed reluctantly to send out the Aneros.

"So it's Bandit. What are we gonna do now?

"Go around countries and gather your allies. Not only Zerbis, but the Demons' hands are likely to be stretching all over the place. Sharpen the power of the Imperial side a little. Increase allies on top. Operation One Stone Two Birds."

"I don't feel like I'm just hitting it... well, fine"

"Okay, you ready? Let's go then."

When I spoke, everyone nodded in unison. It's a big party with six people in total, but I'm going to get more and more of them - thinking about that, I left Zerbis behind.

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- Flare point of view

Dark. How long has it been since you've been in here? I sighed in the dark where I couldn't even foresee my own hands. This is the Great Temple in Llumiel - in its deep underground labyrinth. Three hundred years ago, the Demons, who had attacked the realm of the people, built a great castle and dungeon in the land. Regardless of the castle, a symbol of power and guardianship, the details of the purpose for which they created that dungeon are unclear… there is just a record that they used to infiltrate people captured by play and instead of entertaining them to get hurt and fall. Eventually the castle also seemed to have been destroyed by Brave, the brave man of the time, but the dungeon in the basement only remained sealed.

I don't know why Brave didn't destroy all the demons lurking inside. Perhaps you couldn't afford that much time, leaving it to the people of the land to think it was okay. But as a result, the demonic threat continued, so the troubled people said they built the temple combined with its surveillance and crusade. It is heard that the history of the Temple Knight in Llumiel began at that time.

"Come on, your break is over."

I don't have anyone to talk to, so I don't have to, but if I don't speak up, I'm going to double my anxiety and loneliness, so I dare speak to myself. Flowing magic on my left hand to create a sphere of light and drifting a fuzz around me, the hit became brighter at once. The pine lights I brought in when I entered here burned out, and the light source was only the magical light I produce. Were you caught in that light, I could see the signs of evil approaching from behind the dungeon with the raw odor.

I silently pull out my sword and lay a shield on my left hand. I went through the battle against the demons in the Strom Kingdom - I deplored my lack of strength, and I went back here to Llumiel and dived deep into the dungeons for training. There are no beds, and sleeping awake alert to raids on hard floors reduces nerves, only the carcasses of naturally bred animals and demons if you say what you eat. At first I spit it out so many times for not feeling too good, but these days I've stopped thinking of anything.

Only one, sleep, wake up and fight. Because of that continuum, my strength has greatly surpassed that of before.

Slash and throw away the demon that jumped out of the darkness with your whisper, and slap your shield against the demon that approached you from behind and stop moving, and you'll make a hole in its torso with a kick wrapped in sacred magic. Now I can wrap sacred magic around every part of my body, and muscle strengthening using magic is also possible to control without particular awareness.

Slashing and laying down one demon after another, I descend down the dungeon. Heritage tells me that in the deepest part of this dungeon, there exists a king who can unite the demons... but we don't know until we know who that is.

"... fight and you'll see"

Now I am confident that I can afford and cope with the once hard-won Demon Clan, but it is unknown whether that power will work with the Demon King. But without defeating its existence, it will not be the end of training. At the end of the elongated passage was a single large door. Even though I hadn't even put my hand on the door yet, there were evil and intense signs from the other side of it.

I don't know how far my powers go...... a little bit may fall here and I will also be wandering the dungeon permanently as a fellow demon...... such an idea came to my mind and I almost realized I was scared.

"Lumiel, God... protect me"

After praying to God, never pushing the will open the door, there was one knight standing there.

"... undead?

We will gauge our mistakes so that we can deal with them at any time as we observe with our weapons without alarm. From the gear, the knight must have been a temple knight once. After a long time, all the meat became only rotten and fallen skeletons. That knight, when he laid his weapon with a smoothness as if he were alive, suddenly came slaughtered here.

The reaction is delayed for a moment faster than you can imagine, and the sword glides and unpleasant sounds over the rushed armor. When I protruded a sword wrapped around the sacred magic as I frowned, it was played by the shield erected by the knight and prevented without difficulty.

Instead of my divine magic being prevented by the temper overflowing from the knight, the temper of the knight also seems to be nullified by my divine magic. If each other's magic is not a decisive battle, then simply a battle of skill. I stayed on the spot when I was ready and began a spectacular slaughter with the knight.

When each other's blows are emptied, the surrounding walls and floors are heavily choosen, leaving traces as if to prove their level of aggression.

"Come on!"

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If you get more wounds than you are alive, you have pain and blood. The opponent, by contrast, is undead. I'm not more frightened than I don't feel pain. Even though I am instantly treated with magic, my defeat, which sooner or later will run out of magic, is a must. For example, we need to settle early, even if we are somewhat unscrupulous! I began to pray to the God I serve myself, cutting with knights and swords.

"Lumiel, God... God of the Great Light... give us the art of light that cleaves the darkness..."

As I spoke God's name and continued to ask His presence for help, I felt the power gradually filled in me. This is the newly gained hand of mine - the name of which is also God down. It is a sacred magic that allows us to gain strength to the point where we are on the verge of descending God directly, but it is a dangerous move that, if we make a mistake, causes our own spirit to collapse by the presence of a giant God.

The sacred mind overflowing from your body fills your surroundings and naturally also affects knights waving their swords in front of you.

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Though it is the words that do not speak, knights oppressed by sacred signs are frightened. My sword, which did not miss that gap and became fast and powerful earlier and out of step, chopped up the knight's body. Hit the shield that prevents attacks, and the sword that wraps your temper will be crushed with a shield. And when you put your sword up against your empty torso, you poured magic into it all at once and blew its body apart.

When the sacred magic filled the area with a dispersed knight's body, the air in the room, which had been cloudy until just now, cleared up like a lie. When I wiped the sweat off my floating forehead at some point and observed the room, I discovered a glowing little demonic formation in the corner of the room.

"Is this... is it something that will move you somewhere?

I can't abandon the possibility of a spicy trap that once again leads to the ruin of the caught off guard at the end, but I can't abandon the possibility that it means something and exists, and troubled me, I put my foot on the dreaded demon squares. Then the next moment, my vision stained bright white and I found myself coming to a completely different place.

"This place... looks familiar..."

It is a suburban forest in Llumiel. When I was a little girl, I asked for food, and it was a place I went through more than once.

"I'm thankful you no longer have to turn back the dungeon... it's quite a few miles to the city"

I flaunt my shoulders in relief at the feeling of having successfully completed my training. Come on, we have to start by grasping the status quo. You have to know what movement the world has shown during my absence.