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

No, it didn't explode. Someone over there blew a whole pile of crates with a sword.

Numerous crates are crushed to wood scraps in just one swing.

It was as if it had been finely crushed as snow and poured down on Cortina and Matheus.

"What!?

Matheus speaks out in amazement at the suddenly winding destruction.

But I guess it's because people are strong enough to fly behind their backs and make sure they're safe.

From beyond the dancing woodcrumbs, one man appears.

That was also the man Matheus was most alert to.

"- Lyell!? Why are you here!

"Well, the customer popped out through the window. Naturally, the innkeeper will come by surprise to see how things are going. Then you'll also find the note I left behind. I instructed you to call Lyell."

"Such uncertainty... I don't suppose you're going to do me a favor?

"It's the 'Trusted Inn' because you ask me that. And if there was a note on it and you ignored it and let me die, something that would be a credit problem in the future. If you think about it, you'll soon find out it's better to ask."

"But you don't even know where to lure him..."

"Right, that's why I launched the landmark magic. Bottom to top, huh?

Matheus looked back over the sky to Cortina's words, which he showed winking with tea glare.

There was a little light (light) magic floating in the sky.

"Mixed with attack magic, you were unleashing the magic of light (light)?

"I didn't say it was an attack magic."

The magic unleashed from Cortina rolling down the ground was mostly an attack in the upward direction. It mixed light (lights) instead of a landmark flare.

With this landmark, Lyell rushed.

"I was hanging out with your story and slapping you lightly, too, buying time. Thanks for hanging out with me without a doubt."

"Damn, if you think you're weirdly sparing..."

"- So you're the Matheus guy?

Lyell spoke for the first time to Matheus, who fits well into Cortina's thoughts and bites his teeth and bites his humiliation.

Everyday it's a well-deserved ryel, but all this time squeezes out the kind of voice that pushed him to death.

To the intimidation unleashed...... no, Matheus was made to step back in fear.

"Uh, shit. I mean, if I were you, I'd like to run away.

"You think I'll let you?

The moment I show my back, I'm stepped in and slashed. Matheus had a sight of it and of it floating behind his brain.

I can't show this opponent my back. Then we have to move on. But the leg doesn't come forward because of fear.

"Sorry, but let me get rid of the bad bugs that hang around my daughter"

"... what the hell is this?

A cold sweat that conveys his back softly reminds him of the difference in strength between them.

Cortina exhaled heavily at Lyell's arrival.

"Lyell, I hurt my leg, so I can't help you. I'm sorry, but deal with it alone."

"I understand. Don't worry, just watch there."

Stick out the sword you had hanging out on Matheus.

That alone made Matheus' whole body gross. Still, he moves his legs forcefully and comes forward. Because I decided that was the only way to survive.

Forced to move his immobile feet with the force of his will, he waves his sword with the temper of tearing.

The flash was a squeeze of all his might for him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Raise the roar you seldom show and see Lyell take a blow with all his might. But he showed it back with his sword, as if to pay for it even with a worm.

Matheus, who was slashed, was more drawn to the sword played, and leaned back heavily. Matheus, who prided himself on the weight of the one-handed attack, a blow that goes further up.

But Matheus, with two swords, boasts a heavy and uninterrupted attack.

Use the sword on the other side to continue slashing. But Lyell took the slaughter and showed it to him with his left arm.

"Become!?

With a single human arm, Matheus had the confidence to slash him easily. But the feeling that came back from Lyell's arm was as if it had been slashed by steel.

No, unlike iron, it's elastic. But the blade doesn't pass.

The skin was torn. But I can't cut the meat.

Thin, to the extent that a muscle of blood runs off. That was the damage to Lyell that Matheus had done all he could.

"This... monster -!"

An overwhelming high density of muscles took the attack of Matheus. That was a testament to his existence out of common sense.

How much training and how much training ground can one go through create such a body?

"Lyell, make Crain throw up where he is, so don't kill him."

"Oh."

I only gave back one word I pushed to kill, and now Lyell flashed his sword. Matheus takes that blow by crossing the swords of his two hands.

But I couldn't take it with both hands, and they jumped the alley for a few meters.

One sword is shattered and the other is shaken unbroken. But thanks to him, Matheus' life could be preserved.

Matheus rolls unnecessarily down the ground and raises his face. It is also that the distance between Lyell and Matheus was opened. He rose to escape this opportunity and turned his back to flee.

Shortly after, however, Matheus' shoulders are suppressed with powerful hands.

Looking back behind the horror, there was Lyle, who filled his time with a flying distance that jumped.

"You're lying!?

For the first time in battle, Matheus lost his room, shouting like a scream.

Shortly afterwards Lyell's arm shook wide. Whatever it is, keep Matheus' shoulder squeezed.

Matheus, as if he were a pebble, is thrown away and slammed against the wall.

"Ha!

Still, I didn't let go of my sword, that's what I'd call a war assassin.

But that face also turned into despair the next moment.

"Oh, hey..."

Because Lyell was grabbing Matheus' leg when he was slammed against the wall and fell to the ground.

Even then, Lyell's arm is shaken unconstitutionally. Matheus' body dances through the universe like a toddler wields a doll.

He slaps me straight to the ground, and now it's time for me to throw up blood reflexes and let go of my sword.

Covering his head like that was the best I could do, and I felt like I heard a tingle around my chest with a slapped shock.

Lyell wields Matheus' body further.

Twice, three times and slamming Matheus' body against the wall on the ground. Each time Matheus spits blood, and some bone crushes.

The gripped leg was already crushed and bent in an unlikely direction with the blah blah.

Still, Matheus had not lost consciousness. No, I couldn't even lose my mind to a storm of severe pain that hit my whole body.

And finally, he throws Matheus' body against the wall again, and Lyell's onslaught stops.

But Matheus no longer has the means to fight back. There is no way to escape.

His legs were shattered, his ribs shattered, and his shoulders shattered. Disastrous enough that less places are safe anymore.

Against Matheus, who was stretched against the wall without force, Lyell clenched his fist and shook it.

Matheus, full of creativity and not even the art of avoiding, only smiled vain when he saw it.

"Ha ha... what am I supposed to do with this...?

"It's my daughter's revenge. Be prepared."

"Hey, Nicole's not dead!

"... daughter?

Mattheus felt a lot of sincerity in the words.

Nicole showed some ageless combat skills. The parent is Lyell. Then my mother will be Maria.

Six heroes of dragon killing. Girl like that blood muscle concentrated. It should be a struggle.

"Well... that should be a trick."

And Lyell, heir to the Holy Sword with the greatest personal combat power of the Six Heroes.

He stayed to the point where he even cut his skin with all his strength, and then swung it around like a toy.

Overwhelming difference in strength. Even the comparison is a terrible difference in power. Perhaps he should have admitted defeat and begged for his life shortly after he showed up.

So far the overwhelming defeat has been since the head of the Gentiles lost.

Then I got started, and I was aware that I had gotten stronger with my training. He also deliberately distanced himself from the Gentiles in order to defeat his head one day.

But that had nothing to do with it. At all times, the mighty appear abruptly in front of him, storming around, and ravaging everything and taking it away.

In front of me, like this man. Like a former Gentile master.

In a desperate mood, Matheus closes his eyes. To someone like this, resistance is pointless. Yes, with a noticeable look at everything.

And - Lyell's fist swung down.