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

Bill led me to the inn where I was staying.

What he was staying in was not a tourist inn like we were staying in, but a truly inn like a cage, used by merchants and adventurers.

Inns that are serviced and just stay in the true sense of the word, not something to indulge in.

Since there is a large stables, do you like the fact that you can stay in every carriage?

But still, does the minimum service exist, and Bill ordered the promised fruit water at the reception and led me to my room?

That was such a qualitative room that I didn't think of it as a merchant with that much gold.

He has a big carriage and just the financial power to load the merchandise there.

That's also so much wealth you have to think about even dealing with when a bandit attacks you. That's the bed and the table, plus I never thought I'd stay in a room where there was nothing but water.

"Now, shall we clean it up before the innkeeper arrives?"

"Oh, yes."

As he prompted me, I lined up my dagger and ring on the table.

It emits a powerful presence, which would obviously have magic.

I just have no idea if that 'power' is a good thing or a bad thing.

If it's a cursed object and the innkeeper comes or goes in the middle of explaining it, it's horrible to think about what kind of misunderstanding you would get.

Mr. Bill looked at the item I had sent out for a while and sighed as if he was stunned by the strength of the magic that was enclosing it.

"What a wonderful product..."

"But I don't know what the magic is."

"That won't help. Appraisal is one of my co-merchants' food supports."

Smiling, he takes the worm-shaped lens out of his nose and begins to observe the item in a shiver.

The whole thing was observed without a neighborhood, and eventually a blank roll of paper was removed from the nose, where the lens was scratched.

Then a light point like when the sunlight is collected from the lens falls onto the paper, scorching its surface.

The burn marks eventually make the letters float over the paper.

I can't even read that letter to Finia.

But Bill could read it.

"Oh my..."

"Okay?

"Yes, it seems that this dagger has the magic to vibrate subtly by saying the keyword."

"Vibration?"

I do remember hearing it from Maxwell before.

Can you increase the sharpness of the blade by vibrating it small and hard?

Instead of more sharpness to be exact, what if the bonding of the contact surface collapses... if the effect of vibration is like a scarecrow.

Well, to be specific, I don't understand either.

"Yes, I don't know how shaking works."

"I've heard that before. They say the sharpness increases. Sooo."

"Ho ho, really?

"Yeah."

Mr. Bill strokes his jaw like he was impressed. The eyes belong to the merchant who ordains the goods.

There the door was knocked in momentum. Apparently, the fruit water we've been waiting for has arrived.

The innkeeper who came inside had a water drain on top of the basin. I guess it fills with fruit water there. And cups for the number of people.

I placed a water drain and cup on the table and left the room without saying anything. Well-educated employees.

"We may also do business here. Don't think of it as heartless."

"Ng, roger."

I sneaked up on the signs, and I don't even see him standing outside the door listening.

I can safely talk about this.

"Just take a bite. You must be thirsty."

Mr. Bill poured fruit water into the cup and handed it out to Finia and me.

Inside it is filled with white, cloudy, slightly thickened fruit juice, giving off a refreshing scent like young grass.

I just mouthed it, it tasted sweet and sour, then slightly blue.

This neighborhood is arguably home to the elves, and the taste of vegetables and fruit is famous in the capital. I actually tasted it and realized the correctness of its reputation.

"Yummy."

"This is... crummy, but it tastes intense"

"Oh, my God, that's still supernatant, isn't it? The more it accumulates below, the more intense the flavor, so I recommend changing it."

That's what Bill recommended, so I'm going to drink up the first cup.

I've liked sweets since my last life, so I really appreciate this behavior.

"So, what's the keyword? Nku"

Ringing my throat without rest, I got back to business.

I found out the magic was planted to increase the sharpness, but I can't talk about it unless I know the keyword.

Nevertheless, he's right, this fruit water is delicious.

Bill is right, the second cup makes the fruit ingredients precipitated at the bottom more intense, giving it a moist sweetness.

The darker you drink, the sweeter the fruit water. This sucks.

"Yes, first of all, this dagger, the magic of stubbornness (toughness) is set up to withstand its vibrations. So the blade hasn't deteriorated, and it's as sharp as it just started, but by saying the keywords, even iron should be torn like paper."

"Hmm."

"That's the keyword…" Praise the God of Discipline. "

"Buuuuuuuuuuu!?

"Ah! Dear Nicole, what's wrong?

That's a white one!

Surely it is a line rarely spoken of, just because the world is treated like an evil god. Perhaps the best keyword for startup.

That's a god that's been legendary for a thousand years, so it's not strange that the items you make flow around there... it's a terrible story at all.