Reborn as the Hero’s Daughter! Time to Become the Hero Once More! (WN)

Me and the man's sword cross in the dark.

In the slashing knot, it repositions and moves to a less visible location.

By doing so, we are pulling you away from Matisse and directing you to a place where you can fight all you want at the same time.

Does the man also understand the intent, he didn't dare try to put the place back in the fight.

"Are you sure? Leave her alone."

While I was running, I asked the man that.

For a man, Matisse's very existence is no longer that big. Because it's harder to continue negotiating with the Holton Chamber of Commerce than this has happened.

However, the species of Queen Hua, the golden cradle, still exists. It's in Matisse's nostalgia, and the man should have watched the occasion to give it away.

Yet the man made it a priority to get rid of me. The man laughs at my inquiry with a stingy grin.

"I don't mind. My main job was to steal it. Even if the guards retrieve it, we'll just have to steal it back from the jail after we finish you off."

"It's not like they're going to bring you to the jail. There are more troublesome places in this city."

Maxwell's treasure trove, for example. Son of a bitch, I got tired of my hobby and set up some security magic with my own magic skills.

How do I know that? The answer to that... is that I was working with the crime test intruder.

I seriously thought I was going to die then. Once you're there, it won't be possible to sneak in on a secret gift.

"Six heroes? Then you, you're set to run with your tail wrapped around it. Sure, the reward for Queen Hua's seeds is big, but it's not worth it to deal with a bucket that can crush every country."

The profit and loss account is tight. I don't know about Gail, but he seems far smarter than his men.

That should be it, too, a non-combat gift, which created that way of fighting, so you can't be retarded.

Even during such a conversation, the man's position deviates subtly. I guess he went into secrecy again.

Hidden gifts completely block the signs. But it's not a gift powerful enough to disappear even though it exists in front of you.

A slight blur in the moment when the signs disappear and the visible presence is recognised while in front of you.

I use this effectively in my battle.

"Chi!"

My steel thread sweeps away because a man has slipped out of position subtly.

I use one yarn at a time to strengthen my right hand and both legs almost all the time. There are only two pieces of steel left to use freely.

It is also within the time limit of the interferometric reinforcement magic effect.

I had intended a short-term showdown, but still I am more at an overwhelming disadvantage.

"That yarn, it's a pain in the ass. It's hard for me to get close."

"This one's a weak maiden. Perverts like you come near me."

"Ha, so good at assassinating maidens, like whores and prostitutes."

The man also masterfully manipulates the sword of both hands and strikes without interruption.

This one also uses thread aid on both legs and right arm, so the two remaining steel threads and right hand katana can be used for the attack.

Almost reciprocal in number of strokes, or to the extent this one is slightly advantageous.

But there's an overwhelming difference in the weight of a blow, and every time I take an attack in Katana, my body floats in the universe.

This is more because of me being too light than because I'm a strong man.

Thus I came to my destination, attacking, receiving, and beckoning.

It was a stockpile used for training every night.

I know where it is. But I had already wasted nearly two minutes so far.

There's only one minute left.

"Welcome to my field"

"Hmm, you're not interested in a children's playground!

That's how the man throws up and comes over here.

Although poisoned, there are no gaps where it stands around with the lumber positioned on the right side.

The intention is to prevent the attack of the steel thread of the horizontal giraffe by placing a wall on the side.

Using steel thread as a whip tends to seem unfavourable to me, but not surprisingly.

Because my steel threads have more diverse effects in traps than in attacks. And this place with all the obstacles turns it into a dressed hunting ground for me.

He waves his arm and puts a steel thread on the lumber the man is walling on. Regardless, it is nearly impossible to do damage with this.

But under steel thread, the surface of the lumber is sharpened greatly, and the wood chips are scattered across the front of the man.

The man who gained momentum had no means of preventing this.

"Kuck, you're blinding me."

"Unlike sand, trees are light. They'll be flying for quite a while."

If sand is a fine thing, it will dance through the universe for a long time. But if it's the same size, it's also true that lighter trees of mass are easier to dance with.

Keep it up, I'll attack the man with another piece of steel thread, but this can barely be avoided by the man.

But the man who was prevented from seeing was greatly disfigured.

I storm this plane from the front and wave down the katana. But this was prevented by another man flying this way.

By daring to jump forward without retreating, he dived further inside this area of attack.

Both katana and steel thread are quite long in terms of attack range. Especially compared to my body, Katana is long enough to be comparable to a two-handed sword.

If you are embraced in a half-tuckle-like fashion, the attack will not last.

I didn't have the strength to support a grown man in the first place.

It is pushed down to the ground as it is and takes the form of a mount position. In this time, a man's short sword is better handled.

As he horsed at me, the man shook his sword and stabbed me in the head.

But attacking me with a two-handed sword also means my body is not firmly anchored.

I used the steel thread on my left hand, pulled my body out to pull it out of the man's crotch and took the distance again.

"This kid... I thought he was a kid, but you're strangely used to fighting. Actually, what kind of dwarf is that?

"Too bad. He's a real seven-year-old."

Even though the yarn strengthens the limb muscle strength, it is not enough to follow the original weakness.

I'm still able to fight in five minutes because I have previous life combat experience.

But that's a time-limited story, too. There are only a few dozen seconds left. If we put up a fight here, I'll be in more danger.