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

We decided to leave, and before we had enough, we were aligned outside the cave.

The blacksmith's man wraps a robe over a leather used jacket, wrapping a travel-familiar vibe around him.

My arm was equipped with armor very similar to mine. That just doesn't seem to have a thread ejection mechanism, so it's supposedly for fighting.

Me and Maxwell can leave as soon as we're ready for the inn.

But there was one thing I had to do before I could travel.

"Hey, you. Now, can you tell me your name?

"Didn't you not ask for your name?

To my question, a man who returns a frightened voice.

I'm the one in the past who did propose not to be named. But from now on, if you don't know your name when it comes to acting together, inconvenience can occur.

"There may be a battle ahead. But I don't have your name. It's hard to give directions."

"Oh, that's for sure. Right...... well, call me Ast, though. It's not my real name."

"I've never seen a guy declare a pseudonym in grandeur."

The man named Ast had begun to draw a magic formation on the ground with a trick he had just learned.

The way it's done is very different from Maxwell's.

"Well, you draw shapes first, don't you?

"That's right. If you build a guide path first, it's easy to guide magic."

"But if you do, you won't be able to activate it in time."

"All you have to do then is activate the magic as usual. And if you keep the cloth that you wrote the formation in earlier, it will definitely occur faster than the normal activation method."

"Hmm...... interesting. I also saw the entrance trick as pretty old."

"You know what I mean? Unlike the boneless there, you have eyes."

"Sorry, boneless"

In my last life, I was a doorman when it came to magic. Now I do realize it's not normal.

This blacksmith is not just a thing when it comes to the ability to easily manufacture valuable magic items.

"Whatever that is... where are we headed?

"First, procure misrilled yarn. Next, go collect exterior materials. Let me carefully select the material, especially since I didn't expect the exterior to deteriorate to this point"

"I think it's a good substitute for this armor alone."

"It was mixed with a metal called nickel. Slightly inferior in hardness but resistant to corrosion, highly tough"

"Toughness?

"It means sticky. When the attack is taken, the impact is escaped by shaking rather than crushing. It also has cushioning of the internal thread, so it should perform quite well as a protective gear"

"Is that why you shaken it with one shot of your sword"

"Instead, your left arm would have been safe, wouldn't it?

The right is a malfunction of the internal mechanism, but the left armor is the result of a decent impact of a sword attack.

Of course, it wouldn't have gotten so brittle if it had been properly maintained, but I still didn't think it would be easy to shake this far.

Because that was also an exterior made with priority to the point of protecting my arms.

"Well, thanks to you, I'm sure you did."

Potatoes and leaks, reminding me of the situation at the time.

Big man's, slashing down from the big upper section. And it's me (the girl), 10 years old, who's hallucinating.

If I took it with one left hand, the exterior could have smashed and even crushed my arm underneath it. It wasn't just that, it could have been my head or my shoulder slashed and torn.

The armor shattering must have spared me the shock and given me the power to take it.

"That's why we're headed to secure the misthrill yarn first"

"That's how you make this yarn! I was more interested in making this yarn than I was before."

"... let's hope without further ado"

To Maxwell, intrigued, he turned his face like a rare and troubled one before Ast activated the magic.

The magic formation at your feet sheds light and the surrounding scenery crumbles.

Wrapped in a flash of flotation, the next moment we were thrown out in the dark.

"What is this place?

At first glance, the landscape is not the same as it was in the mountains before. They jumped into some building or cave.

The moisture-containing air sticks to my skin. Then the air that tumbled around was too cold.

"It's not just weirdly chilly...... My breath..."

I can't breathe. No, breathing is done as usual. But even though the amount of air I inhaled was the same, my breathing felt shallow.

I remember this phenomenon. It's a phenomenon that gets attacked when you go to a mountain at high altitudes.

"This place is in the world tree."

"World Tree...... Forneus Holy Tree Country!?

Forneus Holy Tree Nation. The main mountain of the world tree religion, the largest religion in this world.

Located in the center of the continent, it is the country with the greatest power, and in the center of it, in the capital city of Berito, stands the world tree Igdrasil.

The interior of that holy tree is a labyrinth, and it used to boast a thousand hierarchies?

At the apex is the story of the existence of a young bud that has accumulated the vitality of the Holy Tree and, if spoken, gained immortality.

Most importantly, the world tree was broken by the God of Discipline in mythology, leaving only about 70% of the total.

"... come to think of it, you haven't been busy. It's white."

"Well, that was the situation I had to do at the time... no, nothing"

"Ast, do you know the God of Discipline for a second?

"No comment."

Obviously out of sight Ast. It was easy to see the familiarity from the behavior.

He is surprisingly a lousy liar.

"Fair enough. So, what am I supposed to look for in that labyrinth of world trees?

"That's two hundred and fifty floors here. There is a giant potato worm called Huge Crowler in this neighborhood. Give me that."

"Should I beat you!

"No, get me"

"Ah?"

Ordered you to jerk off my nose for making me think you were trying to kill him. You think I'm the one who kills the monsters?

"Huge Crowler has the digestive ability to devour even the trunks of the world tree. If you feed them misrills of ore and spit out yarn, you'll get a synthetic containing a lot of misrills that you ate."

"I see, if you twist that yarn together, it'll be the yarn I use."

"Exactly"

I've never heard of using monster ecology to make gear... usually something that knocks down a monster and makes gear out of that material.

Apparently, I've got an insane acquaintance who won't go with a string of strings again.