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

Maxwell can use metastatic magic. This also means that you can come back to the capital whenever you want, be it on the periphery or wherever. So when it's time to go to bed, you often come back to the mansion.

Cortina will be back at that time too, so she's probably picking everyone up and dropping them off frequently.

In my spare time, I was visiting the cloud, and I was also going to see Maxwell.

This is to tell your grandfather what's going on.

Maria, Lyell, and Cortina won't let me know the details of the case.

That's why I had to sneak up on Maxwell.

Even that night, I stole Maria and Cortina's eyes and headed to Maxwell's mansion.

Maxwell greets me out of touch, sneaking in at night.

"Even though Grandpa's pretty old, you're a late night."

"What, my buddies are coming to visit, so you're welcome, right?

"I'm guessing Lyell and Gaddles are sending you back, too, right? Aren't you tired?

"No problem at this level."

The Maxwells are on their way to investigate Stra territory, but it's in the middle of enemy territory, so to speak.

I don't know when and what kind of trap can be set.

So at night, I'm sending each one home so I can rest in peace.

Normally, it's an act that I can't help but be told it's a waste of magic, but it seems to be a range of errors for Maxwell.

"So, how's it going over there?

"That's not what Fang wants. Stra territory is managed by the Sarwa Borderline Uncle, but the Borderline Uncle has apparently hidden the clouds."

"Cloud cover-up? You disappeared?

"Exactly. Besides, they're taking out their personal belongings."

"Is that... sniffing?

"It's getting more and more likely"

The fact that we fought the slave traders and secured their men should not have been conveyed to the Salwa Border Uncle.

Yet he has recovered his personal belongings and escaped. This means I was ready to escape before I fought.

But why? How could you tell we'd get there...?

"I wonder how he found out about our investigation?

"I don't know about that... but it's likely I've been ready for that for a while. Maybe he made a mistake somewhere he suspected."

"Where... no, just..."

That's where I was remembering one man. I was there when I captured Count Talkassir, a masked man.

If that is the Salwa border uncle, then it is also convincing to try to escape at that point.

At that time, Maxwell was involved in the incident, and I and Maxwell's user demons are watching the scene.

His face was hidden, but he was nevertheless seen by the demon of the use of those called heroes, so it is not strange to assume that he found out who he is and to calculate his escape.

"With that said, Talkaseer said he had a son in the school of witchcraft."

"Oh, I know, it's Donovan. He's like that chunk of voter consciousness."

Three years ago, during an on-campus tour, he tangled with me, Uncle Borderline's son. That's for sure, it was named Donovan Stra-Salwa.

As far as naming this name goes, it can't be irrelevant.

"Whatever your personality, it's not bad grades. I wonder if it was the highest grade."

"Is it still like that? Correct it exactly."

"It's just too much to interfere with the character of others. I'll stay here and tell you what's wrong is wrong."

"Then the idea of the college will be pre-built."

"Brainwashing and education are very important issues..."

Sighing, Maxwell shrugged her shoulders.

If you think about it, does that mean his arrogance was blowing until it got into Maxwell's ear, the president of the board? That feels like a big problem.

But maybe he's good enough to get rid of it.

"Anyway, did you disappear even though you have a son"

"I hear Uncle Salwa originally had a terrible personality. That could happen."

"Is that what this is all about?

If you even abandoned the affection of your parents and children and ran away, don't let the Donovan guy get a little pathetic.

But even parent-child relationships are used for political tactics when they become aristocrats, so this can happen.

Anyway, I could grasp the target's name.

"If you find... if you need my help, don't hesitate to tell me. Even I have a grudge for getting my buddy's arm slashed."

"Are you out of your mind about your fist? Your Lord had better work himself a little."

"That's it, that's it."

It's not just the cloud. The debt that worried Michelle and Finia to death needs to be returned exactly.

Even if the enemy is just identified, it's something we've accomplished today.

The next day, I was taking an adult class at the academy.

Of course, since that battle, I've been attending school exactly. I had to act as a student more than Maria healed.

And Cortina didn't like me getting involved in this.

We take a heavy look at the involvement of the assassination genre known as the Hidden Sword Stream in the fight against the slave traders.

Even though I'm getting information via Maxwell, I just have to take classes in college like this more than I can stand out and move.

But there is no denying that it will be strangely shabby.

I leak such a worrying sigh without thinking about it on a daily basis. Thanks to that, it seems to have had the effect of gathering ambient gaze is an extra by-product.

"You're sighing again."

"Retina. Even so..."

"Do you care about Cloud?

"It's weirder not to care"

The whole class was annoyed by the conversation between me and Retina.

For some reason, everyone has a stunned look on their face.

"Who cares about Master Nicole......!?

"Where is the cloud?"

"Look, of my fellow adventurers - that half demon."

"That's him! That Harlem bastard!

"Michelle from Support College is close to her daughter, isn't she? There's a report coming up that you saw us dating in the dining room."

"That big chest?

"Yes, it's already so big. I'm great."

"I can't forgive you for monopolizing opium."

"Oh, this is unforgivable."

It seems that the cloud, which is one of us full of women, is buying grudges in strange directions.

Is that all that important that you're worried about me? Rather, Michelle seems surprisingly popular and feels her nose just a little high.

But to the unexpected outcry, I leaned my neck a little bit. But the commotion also ends abruptly.

Because you scratched people, and one superior student, came before me.

"Ah - sure, Donovan?

I looked familiar in that face. Donovan Stra-Salwa, the man we're talking about.

When he came before me, he stood up with a nervous face for a while.

I sneak up and reach for the nostalgia piano line.

He is the son of an enemy. There is also a good chance that you might come up with an unintentional attack here…

Regardless, it is no worse than being in the middle of the crowd.

And after a while of patrolling, Donovan crawled in front of me mostly. It was a so-called dungeon.

He pleaded to me out loud enough to blast across the classroom, rubbing his forehead against the floor, not taking his surrounding gaze as anything.

"Nicole - No, Master Nicole, I need a favor! You have to help me!