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

I hurried back to the Grand Temple after I got my wand, and soon after resting I came to the Pope's sleeping bedroom. Many priests looked suspiciously at me when I came back with an unfamiliar stick of wood, but I pointed the tip of my cane at the Pope.

"Mr Flair. What the hell is that stick...?

"This is the tin wand used by the Saint Lithium. I gave it to someone."

"Of Saint Lithium!? I can't believe it's so easy to find something like that...!

It was more of a coincidence than a simple discovery, but you won't have to explain it in detail. I did not respond to his words and began to cast magic on the cane. The magic used restores the state. Magic that restores all anomalies to normal, such as poison and curse. My powers alone did not help the Pope, but with the power of this cane...!

"... oh!

As his magic rose far more than usual, and he glanced at the cane with a clear awareness that the magic response was different, the light overflowing from the cane gently wrapped the Pope and glowed at once.

"Kh!?

"Dazzling...!

The room was overflowing with white dyed light, and I and the priests in the room couldn't open their eyes anymore. But that was for a moment. The light soon subsided and the area was once again wrapped in silence.

"Did it succeed...?

"I don't know. But...."

If this doesn't work - I don't want to talk about the worst reality of all - I came one step closer to the Pope, one step closer, one step slower, in silence. And when I reached out for my fearful hand, the Pope's body was twitching.

"Pope!? Pope!"

The moment I woke up - the moment I realized it, I shook his body without thinking about strengths and weaknesses, or the Pope's body was flirted with as if he had been struck by an earthquake and rattling from bed to bed.

"What is it!? Is that... flare?

"... yes. It's Flair, Pope."

The Pope's big hand stroked my head. It gave me peace of mind from a young age, took that wrinkled hand that I was used to, and I was unexpectedly weeping.

"Haha... don't exaggerate, Flare... You said you were just sleeping a little."

"I'm not exaggerating. Everyone was afraid that if I kept sleeping like that, there would be no life."

"Really... I'm sorry I did that..."

Exhaling tirelessly, the Pope lay still in bed.

"Pope. The priest told me why the Pope fell asleep. Can you tell me why you had to go to sleep on your own?

After showing a spicy expression to my question for a moment, the Pope nodded small.

"... I can't even talk about it. It's none of your business...."

"To me?

Hmm.

As the lying Pope gazed at him, the priests who perceived something hurried out of the room. I wonder if asking someone else to pay for it would be a bad idea. I nodded to the Pope that it was okay to talk now that they had disappeared and the signs had completely disappeared from around the room. Then the Pope started talking with a heavy mouth.

"Yes, why I fell asleep... It... involves your sister, Melia."

Melia, the twin sister who lived apart when she was young. I wondered why she had something to do with the Pope's sleep, as the joy grew when I found out that the child I thought was dead was alive.

"One night, while I was on duty, she visited my room...."

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--Pope's Perspective

Concon and I noticed the noise of quietly knocking on the door, raised their eyes towards the documents. Then there was a person standing there, gazing at the eagle. Then there was no rush. Because I was the person I grew up with as my real daughter.

"Pope."

Flare. What are you doing late at night?

If Flair is skilled at naming heroes in this country, it is easy to penetrate into the deepest depths of this heavenly temple in the middle of the night - so I realized the discomfort of my thoughts. Why do you need to break in? Flair is a brave man in this country. Even in the middle of the night, she should be able to reach here with dignity. When she raised her face and observed the person again, she realized that the atmosphere was subtly different from the flare that I knew.

"My lord... who are you?

"Oh? They found out already? I wonder if the boulder is the Pope."

From the woman who laughed with the same face as Flair, I felt a bewildered charm in contrast to Flair, which is called the Virgin. I don't feel like killing from a woman, but that's why it doesn't seem friendly. I mean, the enemy. That's what I decided.

(Jesus... I didn't expect to fight this year.)

I keep my guard on the way out of the woman while standing up. It is similar to flare but not flare. I mean, she's either disguised as a flare or magically disguised, and she's already broken in. The most likely aim is to assassinate the eagle. If I die, this country, which has lost its supreme leader, will be temporarily confused. In other words, the interlocutor of another country, or the devil's minion. Or maybe the demons themselves.

It should be fair to say that you are coming here alone. I don't know when I was in service, but an old, feeble eagle would kill me barely able to resist.

"... that's why I can't let you shut up"

Killing without resistance is out of the question. I am not such a clean person. If you don't bathe him with a dagger at least, he will die clean even if he dies - you know or not, she said with a faint smile.

"As always, it's cold for me, Pope. I told Flair I was so in love with her."

…… No way!? "

The moment I was told, I knew exactly who the woman in front of me was. There is only one person who calls Flair his sister. Melia, the twin sister of Flair, who went missing when she was young, was the woman in front of her.