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

I hear a quiet, but oppressive voice from across the door.

I'm not familiar with that voice.

"Sire, just sign here, she'll help, won't she? Unfortunately, Your Majesty won't be able to."

"I guess so. So, he put his son on the throne, and he said he would take authority as regent."

"Such a thing… but my son has only just become twelve, so there is no denying that it will happen."

"That will will not take effect without my signature. If... even if Priscilla lost her life, there's no way she would."

Apparently, inside, someone is forcing Elliot to write a will.

And to observe from the circumstances, that would definitely be Count Talkaseer.

Is the purpose still to sit in Elliot's cauldron?

But Elliot refused as a perseverance.

They're taking Priscilla's life for quality, but Maxwell is now hitting life-saving.

Besides, I don't think these guys will help her very much. That Elliot knows too, so he refused this request as perseverance.

"The North is finally settling down, I can't imitate throwing a spark in there. Even if Priscilla's life is lost, we can't do that. And similarly, I can't die."

"I think that readiness is exactly what the king deserves, but just being ready doesn't change the world, does it?

"Still, you can't admit it. And the sound earlier, I'm not the only one being pushed?

"No way. The guys who headed up earlier are more than fourth-tier arm-writers among adventurers. If there are five of them, we can get rid of some of them."

"I don't know...... this is Raum. It's a city with two heroes."

I stubbornly deny it, Elliot... but apparently the king's consciousness has emerged somewhat.

When I died, I was just a kid crying.

Anyway, it turns out Dayuan of the case is here.

After that, if you keep Elliot safe while you control the people inside, the case will be solved.

The only mythrill thread available is one thread, about a meter long.

The only weapon you can use in melee is a dagger. But we don't need long threads in this narrow underground space anyway.

I breathed gently, kicked open the door and decided to break into the room.

Make a huge noise with cancer and kick in the door. With my kick, the door didn't even freak out.

"Yes, I want -"

Apparently it was a pretty sturdy door.

But fortunately, thanks to the guys inside coming out to intercept me, it wasn't locked.

I have no choice but to turn the knob and open the door. It can't be tight.

"Hey, who is it!?

I slowly step indoors.

Looking at me, Elliot had a startling look on his face.

"Ha, mr. Haumea......? Why are you here?

"Haumea? You've never heard of it...... no, ma'am. I don't know how I got through the eyes of the people up there."

"The guys up there? We've all traveled to the afterlife."

Inside are masked men and aristocratic men. It would be better for Count Talkaseer to have spoken aggressively.

The other showed up all of a sudden, wolfing at me, sticking to the wall.

And behind the desk is Elliot sitting. The legs are shackled, and it is difficult to escape on your own.

"Traveling...?

"It means I butchered him. Now it's your turn."

Talkaseer gave me a flashy look at what I said when he couldn't grasp it for a moment.

At the same time, Elliot.

He didn't think I had that much fighting power. No, you didn't think I'd show up here in the first place.

"Mr. Haumea, what the hell are you..."

"I'm here to help, so please be nice there"

"Uh... yes?

I hold the thread of Mithril in my hands and take a slightly lower back combat position.

Seeing me like that, Tarkashir also pulled a dagger out of his nose.

Apparently, he's carrying something for protection, but as far as the shape that looks heavy with flashy decorations and how it's set up, I don't really think he can fight.

"My little girl won't let me get in the way in a place like this -!"

"Is it with such a bumpy hips? Don't lick Cylon-born survivability."

"Saion... of that wilderness!?

Since being attacked by evil dragons, the Scion has not been rebuilt and left in the wilderness.

But the truth is, I haven't been to the Scion much, so this is just a haunt.

There are two enemies. Talkaseer is the only one willing to fight, but I don't know when the other will join the fight.

I just have to be quick and helpless here, but it's only a little bit to capture without killing... I'm not used to it.

"It's decided to haunt me anyway, get out of there, little girl!

Talkaseal sticking out his dagger screaming at me. But I shook up my leg and kicked that arm up.

Normally this kind of interception is difficult, but with as many arms as this one can afford.

He gets kicked in the wrist and his dagger jumps directly above him and stabs him in the dirt wall of the ceiling.

Step on the buckwheat and wrap the thread around the wrist of the forward-looking Talcaseal to solidify it and move on to articulation. The wrapped yarn was utilized to turn his arms behind him, and he tightened them straight up like wings.

At the same time, he pays his feet and pulls them down to the floor, puts his knees on his back and controls his pressing movements.

And I fly my gaze to alert the other guy...

"Is that you?

The man's figure had disappeared neglectfully.

The entrance to a large open underground tunnel instead. Apparently, a way out was being made.

"Ha, Mr. Haumea...... are you all right!?

"You say - Oh, no. It's okay. I'm used to it."

I accidentally leaked the truth, but I'll leave it to you with a fixed smile.

Elliot is shackled and can't seem to walk on his own, but he doesn't look like he's been badly injured.

I slapped my knife under my knees on Tarkashir and stunned him, standing up.

Apparently this settles one thing...... I wonder if it will?