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

A sharp gaze like a needle.

I don't know where it's coming from, but I can tell it's obviously being seen.

And there's also a mix of trace killings.

"Hmm?"

Elliott stared suspiciously at me for the murderous intent of his gaze.

This gaze probably belongs not to the assassin who targeted him, but to that covert - Priscilla's.

I also have trouble getting interrupted here and watered down by the plan because of it.

That's what I think and direct Elliot's actions from the conversation.

"Um... I thought someone was watching me."

"Huh? Oh, that's, uh... excuse me for a moment"

After a slight mouthful, Elliot took a seat with a tight grin.

Then head to the toilet set up in the corner of the store. At the same time, the signs of gaze directed at me disappeared.

Perhaps that's where they're going to give Priscilla instructions. I think it's really bad for her, but I can't wait to get attacked again.

I'm going to have Elliot restrict his movements from his own mouth here.

After a while Elliot comes out of the bathroom.

You start to feel your gaze at me again, but the intent to kill that lurked there was gone.

By Elliot, he must have ordered me to hide my hostility.

"Thank you for waiting. No, it's getting a little cold lately."

"It's early summer...?

"Oh, no. I fell asleep last night."

"You're like a child, aren't you?

"Not at all glamorous"

Dry smile and deceit, but it's a prospect for me.

Bad for Priscilla, but let's try to get her to pull the poverty lottery here.

"Yes, Master Lyell isn't really that strong for alcohol. Looks like he meant to be there..."

"Really?"

"On the contrary, Master Maxwell and Master Gaddles are without bottom-"

Elliot's story spanned all six heroes, but my story was overwhelmingly low among them.

Come to think of it, Elliot was only five years old there when I died. It's stranger to remember.

Conversely, Elliot doesn't know my weaknesses, and he knows Lyells' weaknesses.

I don't have a hand in not using this.

And Lyell's vulnerable to booze? I remember being stronger than me...... Actually, this boy may be quite a drunk or something.

But I've heard of Lyell's weakness from Maria, but when it comes to Gaddles, I haven't heard much either.

That's how I turn to my listeners, and at the same time my eating hands are gradually getting dull.

Even though I'm hallucinating and making it look like an adult, my actual body remains a girl.

Moreover, his stomach remains small due to poor growth. Even one parfait has felt quite voluminous.

"Mmm, I resent a really efficient stomach"

"Oh, were you satisfied yet?

"I thought I was a pretty big eater myself...... sounds like you weren't"

I try to use the words I say when I'm invited here to put my hands on my mouth and show off my bruises.

I personally like girls like Michelle who eat cheerfully... that said, Cortina was quite a big eater too. Even when I was frayed, I was eating.

"I think this is such a snack that it's not a big eater..."

"Too bad you couldn't damage Mr. Elliott's purse."

"Ahaha, that's lucky. Would you like to try again?

"Is this your next opportunity? He said he'd see you again?

"Yeah, definitely. I'd rather have it here."

That being said, I didn't give you my address.

Of course, my address is Cortina's. Because there's no reason to teach.

On the contrary, Elliot gave me her current address.

And he didn't even try to force me to get my contact information. Around here, he is also a gentleman.

Well, I hope to see you soon.

"Well, Mr. Elliot will contact you again if you don't mind."

"Happy then"

I would have liked to have shaken one of my hands and broken up, but the size of my hand makes a huge difference between hallucinations and reality.

My height now is about one hundred and thirty centimeters. Hallucinations show more than one hundred and fifty centimeters of body.

When it comes to that difference of twenty centimeters, there is also a considerable difference in the size of the hand.

Moreover, there is also a difference in shape between the hands of children and the supple hands of adults. I was in danger of being noticed when I was touched.

They leave the store side by side, give a gentle grace, and then break up.

Kuruku, intentionally taking a lighter foothold and planting the fondness in Elliott. At the same time, I explore the signs.

"Promise... you're following me"

One gaze from the rear. It's probably Priscilla.

Even though Elliot has warned me about me, I guess I'll follow up and figure out who I am.

I can't say I'm enthusiastic about my work, but it's troublesome about this one. I can't wait to be attacked again.

The time is evening. Hours when people are getting more crowded.

I dare to walk through the crowd and walk in and out of the store frequently to spill my tail.

Priscilla seemed desperate to eat something she shouldn't have lost sight of, but there were limits to it by herself.

Eventually, that gaze disappeared from behind me, and the tracker's signs were gone.

Just in case, after going in and out of the store a few more times to check for tracking and be sure you completely lost sight of it. I moved to an unpopular alley.

Afterwards, make sure there's no one around, and then I unhallucinate and go back to where I was.

He seemed to sprinkle his tail without any problems, as no signs of consternation had come from the area either.

"Oh man. Now for now, is the first round a success?

Elliot made me feel good and promised me a reunion.

It won't be enough to fall in love, but I have the confidence to be favored.

I'll have to go talk to Maxwell again about what to do next.