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

That said, there is no more veto for me than the way I make it.

If Ast wants to catch a potato worm named Huge Crowler, he has to obey the promise.

Maxwell uses [Light] magic quickly, and I'm equipped with a spear with spare piano wire and a vibrating dagger.

Ast also prepared a martial arts armor (gauntlet).

"Surprisingly, you're avant-garde, aren't you?

"We're just talking about doing the fighting, too. I'm not very good with swords. Not that I can't use it."

"Isn't that nice? Maxwell's alive for a long time, but the melee is refreshing."

"I don't like rough things."

Walk around the labyrinth unconstitutionally, tapping lightly. He seemed alert, and my gaze was constantly flying around, looking for traps.

This is a labyrinth in myth. The difficulty is also a symbol of fear among adventurers. At the same time, challenging this labyrinth was one of the ultimate aims of the adventurer.

You can't be alarmed because it's such a labyrinth of high difficulty.

"While you're saying something like that, it's just a trap"

"Mm, did you find something, Reid?

"Oh, wouldn't Maxwell tell? There are traces of some kind of magic formation hidden over there."

At the tip of my finger, there were just a few scrolled up roots of trees crawling on the floor.

Underneath it you can see multiple black lines running.

Is it weird that the roots of the world tree are on top of the magic formation? Anyway, there were traces of a fiber-like tube curling around the top and hiding it.

Anyway, it's not like someone did this intentionally. If you say so, it must be a trap created by the will of the world tree.

I approach the trail with caution so that I don't step on it.

I can peek in a little bit - something huge fell out of my head when I got to that distance.

"Whoa, whoa!?

"What!?

"Oh, that's the famous assassin. Did you just find me?"

It was the intended Huge Crowler that shook over my head.

A potato worm about ten meters long. Rubber-like exterior skin for a moving body. That's what's been shaking me over the head.

Fortunately, a direct blow to me was avoided, but the falling shock twirled my hair like a wave, tangling and catching my leg.

"Assassin, it doesn't matter!

"I praised you for it."

"I'm not happy!

I was clamping back to Ast, hanging upside down by the shock of being pinched by fiber hair and bouncing as it was.

I still have room for a scratch. That's because my methods of attack were geared towards medium to long ranges, not melee.

A spear that stretches over ten meters to a piano line that can fly to nearly twenty meters. With this, even if it hangs some height, you can fight back.

But the purpose of this one is to capture. I'm not going to kill you.

"Nha..." Hiya!?

I waved my arm... I noticed. Due to a reversible effect, the jacket is rolled up and the chest is exposed.

(...) I don't even have enough breasts to hide it, but reflectively, I held my chest down.

I used to skip the thread without question, but this is also the result of the ladies' education I received from Maxwell. Not happy at all.

Maxwell begins to cast his magic for captivity in a gap where my attacks are one-tempo delayed.

And Ast was... walking over to the Huge Crowler unwrought.

"Hey, idiot!

At least I've never heard of Ast's ability to fight. Even before life, and earlier.

So I watched Ast walk over to a dangerous organism and inadvertently tried to sound a warning.

But without time, the Huge Crowler was attacked by Ast.

"Huh!"

When I thought my sharp breath sounded, the flying Huge Crowler was blowing straight next to me.

Afterwards, only an asto is left to take the hook-and-hook position.

The blown Huge Crowler crashes against the wall and is cramped as it falls.

What kind of muscle do you have to punch all that mass straight across... you're actually stronger than Lyell?

"... you, you could have fought"

"I don't remember you saying you couldn't fight."

"Why aren't you telling me?"

"I don't even remember being asked."

Ast returning an unfathomable reply as always. But come to think of it, he must have come to capture me alone when he made my armor.

Then there was no point in not being able to fight.

And the job is a man to do exactly.

I'm still walking over to the beaten up Huge Crowler, grabbing that jaw up and looking into something.

"You can't."

"What is it?"

I cut my hair off with a dagger and managed to get down to the ground.

So I notice Ast shaking his head.

"This guy is a little too big. The thread you throw up is too thick for you to use as a misrillic thread in this spitting tube."

"Does that have an impact..."

"I would prefer an individual who is small enough to make a cocoon."

"Luxury... I'm not your brother-in-law."

Originally, to build my weapon. If I compromise here, I'm going to have to fight with hard-to-use weapons.

But Maxwell had a good voice in that opinion.

"I see. I didn't care that much."

"If you're not on the side of making it, you won't be able to see it."

"No, I had a good experience, wow."

"That's why. I'm sorry, but I'm gonna go take down another one."

Ast to abandon to my pace and start moving on with Stasta. The trap underneath the floor has been crushed by the fall of the Huge Crowler and has not been exchanged for it already.

I sighed and chased after Ast.