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

Three people coming down the stairs from upstairs. Plus the two of us from the back aisle on the ground floor.

A total of five people had gathered in this blowout entrance hall.

Each wears an adventurer-inspired outfit, but if you're an adventurer, it's common practice to hang a card around your neck stating its identity and rank.

All of them did not wear the product they said so. I guess they're still the ones who can't stand out and walk.

As a result of my earlier listening ears, I think the basement is suspicious, so let me push it through here without question.

"Who are you?"

A seemingly adventurer-inspired man who kicks open the front door and gives a voice to me, Jen-royal.

But without waiting for the word, I threaded the slaughter and knocked it down.

It's caused by a flash of misthrilled thread that I released from my favorite armor.

"Cook, my partner still kills a lot"

Even though the Adventurer was wearing hard tanned leather armor, this power renders him powerless precisely because of the blow.

It is a different killing force than the piano wire I have been using.

It was too distinctive a weapon to have ever been blessed with the opportunity to use it.

Thin and supple, tough. Even if I subtract the fact that I am used to using it in my previous life, I fall in love with the shredded taste of the roll.

"Hey, what..."

"Don't wander around! This woman would have done it!?

"Damn it, take it down -"

All of a sudden I raise my wolf voice to my fellow slashed down, but I send a feverish gaze to those people.

We can try and kill these people now. If I say my heart doesn't jump, I lie.

But before I do, there's one thing I need to ask you. No, is this a kind of liturgical question? I don't expect you to answer honestly.

"Before I do, I'd like to ask you one thing."

"What no!?

"Your Majesty Elliot, whom you abducted. Can I have it back, please? If I give it back now, I won't have to kill you."

"You bitch, lick your mouth -!"

Of course, even I don't think they'll give it back.

There's no doubt these guys are the culprits, more than there was a carriage marked with Priscilla on the table.

But just in case I asked for confirmation, 'I didn't grab it' or 'who is it' returned.

I mean, these guys knew Elliot had been captured, and they didn't question it - I mean, the same goes for confessing to being the killer.

Don't be shy.

"Kill him... no, hold him down. Then play as you please (...) n (...) so (...) good!

A man who would be in a leading position releases an order to do so.

That said, I was starting to look like a mid to late teenager right now.

The actual figure is still at a level where you can say it's a young girl, so I've never been exposed to the gaze of saying that before, but it's disgusting inside to be seen with a sexual eye by a man. Thanks to you, I think my intent to kill inside has gone up a step.

Men who strip their beasts of their greed and attack them. But as he pays for his feet, he waves the misthrill yarn in a horizontal twist.

It wasn't an attack with an emphasis on power, so I couldn't take the deep hand, but I was severely slashed and torn around my rear tibia, and a few guys hit me more and more and rolled on the floor.

"Chi, just the three of us."

Three of the five rolled on the floor.

The two of them are jumping and jumping and heading this way.

Fighting with my yarn tends to seem more advantageous in narrow places, but it's actually easier to handle in larger places.

To be sufficiently powerful for a yarn attack, you have to shake it wide and flex it like a whip, so you need a lot of space vertically and horizontally.

Even if it is suitable to trap the opposite in uneven caves, in the woods and in mansions with many obstacles, it is not very suitable for combat.

The big hall of this kind of blowout was also an easy place to do battle from the front.

Conversely, it's really hard to handle when you can pack up an intermission.

I prepare for an approaching enemy, pull out one thread in my right hand, and hold it in both hands.

A man coming down a sword to the top of the stairs there.

I put a thread in my hands and take the attack.

The yarn deflects violently and absorbs the power of the Sword Strike. But the starting point for absorption is only my body.

In my still immature body, I can't take an adult sword attack.

So he deliberately lowered his left hand, slipped his sword along the thread, and drove the attack away.

"Noooo!?

Suddenly, a man is distracted from the spearhead of the attack and falls ill at the foresight.

In that gap, I decide to turn around and jump behind a man. And don't jump over it, and don't forget to wrap the thread around your neck.

By inverting his body on landing, the man's neck was to be further tightened.

And take the momentum of turnaround with a decent neck point. The thin thread cleavage also goes hand in hand, with the skin heavily torn and blood splashes scattered all around.

You even damaged an important blood vessel, the man stayed put and collapsed like weakness.

This would have rendered the two of them powerless, including the first unintended strike.

Until the next attack arrived, he threaded the remaining enemies from one end, adding pursuit.

This had made the third man incapable of combat.

The one who remained stood up while holding down the foot wound and attacked this way.

The man who avoided unintentional foot payments shortly afterwards has also timed himself with the man who got up, so the two attacked simultaneously.

But by deliberately stepping into one man, I deflect that timing.

Per body from shoulder. Of course, with a light weight, I can't poke someone with this.

Rotate your body by twisting your hitting shoulder around your axis and behind your opponent.

At the same time, he released the thread he had in his left hand, pulled out his hips dagger, and faster than his opponent flipped, piercing his left flank - the kidney position.

"Whoa!!

Kidney is a difficult place to treat and will almost certainly die unless healing magic is done. Even if fatal injuries are avoided, they can cause enough pain to suffocate if this organ is injured.

Advice, screaming like a frog, a man fell into the front.

The other man, mistimed, shields the man who stabbed his kidney, sticking a dagger out of his side and choosing his belly.

The man, shielded by his companions, losing the thread of the attack, and being poked through the gap where he became a bar, eats the attack from the blind spot decently and collapses to the front.

Now there's only one left.

I rewound the thread, adjusted it to the optimal length and just tried to intercept it again - kachin, and disturbing vibrations echoed from my hand.

At the same time the yarn winding stops.

"Heh!?

Me accidentally whispering at the glitch in this scene.

Having said that, I haven't maintained it for a long time, so it's a good time for this armor with a complicated mechanism to be dysfunctional.

Is it intertwined with other yarns inside, all five yarns were unable to be pulled out?

But why on this occasion...

"Got it!

A man slashes me for stopping the move.

Whatever that fat muscle thought, it forgot the premise of 'Enjoy Later'. The fact that you were instantly slashed and lay low on your people, and you couldn't afford it anymore?

He took the attack with his left armor, but he jumped out of a weight difference or into a breath.

Rolling down the gobble and the floor and standing on your knees will save you from barely falling.

"Oh?"

So I felt uncomfortable all over myself.

No, should it be called limbs? I had wrapped the yarn around it to strengthen its muscle strength, but the movement was no longer what I thought it would be.

"Dude, no way...... to the left?

As if to prove my suspicions, my hands and feet lose their power. No, it's not. It's losing its power to the yarn.

When this happens, my yarn only becomes a shackle that binds my hands and feet.

Only one thread that can move properly is out of your right hand. Besides, whether it's a meter long or not.

You noticed this malady, the man attacked this one without letting his hair in.

But not with a sword, like poking it down against your body. This must be a vigilant action on this thread.

Slashing my neck, face, and joints is my main method of attack.

It does not work against advancing when you are ready to round your body and take a blow.

Anyway, if you're setting a trap that will hook your feet, it's impossible to take this attack.

And I can't avoid this without moving my hands and feet.

He ate properly and rolled on the floor, where a man came on a horseback ride and tightened his neck.

Fighting in time when neither swords nor threads can be used.

Even though I'm hallucinating and making it look like a girl, I can't deny that I'm actually disadvantaged by my childish physique.

But the man forgets.

I'm not alone right now.

"Krulu!"

"Wow!?

Leaving a high squeal, a white flash pierced the man's face.

No, it's not a flash - it's a dove.

Maxwell's demon, who had jumped up near the chandelier and was vigilant around him, launched a sudden descent attack on the man's face.

A man who is nailed deep and near his left eye, screaming and waking up his body.

That also leads to getting my hands off my neck.

Tightened up, the air flows all at once into the airway that was blocking it.

I just want to cough up and devour that air, but you can't miss this chance at a thousand things.

The yarn is no longer available, but the dagger in my left hand remains.

I stuck this on the right flank of the man with all my strength.

It's a long way from a fatal wound, but the front was prevented by leather armor, so I can't help it.

And vibrate. The blade of a dagger that trembled rapidly was causing damage to a man's gut, before my hand with the pattern.

A fine vibration spreads from the body all over the body like a wave, striking down an untrained gut.

"Gu, gu - gu!?

After raising his voice as if to indulge in something, the man sprinkled blood reflexes in abundance.

I cramp my hands and feet as they are frightened, and fall down - that is, over me.

Eventually the cramps subsided and the man stopped moving even with Pickle. Not as much as life and death... won't even have to be confirmed.

"... I'm sorry, but I don't have a hobby of being ridden by men in the future."

I pushed the body of an out-of-the-box man and stood up.