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

The men who make a noise and fall into the hallway.

I heard voices coming from inside to see if the sound had reached me indoors as well.

"What's going on, what's going on?

I don't hear that voice. However, even if we are alert to abnormal noises, when we look back indefensibly, the experience of rough events seems shallow.

This means that what's inside will be confirmed by a slaver or a crane.

I run over to the fallen men to slip, and I pull the knife out. This will keep the bleeding from stopping, so the mortality rate will jump.

It bleeds cumulatively from the wound, and eventually its momentum fades. That is also a sign of weakened cardiac activity.

I mean, these men are helpless.

"I'm asking what happened!

I think I was inside...... I hear hysterical voices.

I ignored the question and slowly opened the door.

Fluffy carpet indoors. Luxurious chandelier on ceiling. Obviously not the kind of room a normal guest would use.

And by the desk in the back, a nervous looking man. I have a sword on my desk, but I haven't pulled it out yet.

I've never seen my face before, but my hair is identical to that masked man's stuff. Besides, there's a shadow of Donovan.

"Crain Stra-Salwa, the frontier uncle?

"Child...... no, a dwarf!?

They don't answer my questions either, they return rude words.

Sure, I'm lower back length than my age, but still not so low as to be mistaken for a dwarf.

Their height stops at over a meter. I have 30 centimeters a meter right now. No, I don't care about that now.

"Salwa Front Border Uncle. This is an order from Donovan's current peripheral uncle. Return the tax certificate you took away."

"Donovan! Is that your stupid son's assassin!? All of you, do something to your parents."

It is a rhetoric that makes me think who tried to mud his son.

Crain would also know what kind of messenger I am by looking at the knife in my hand.

The knife is still full of potatoes and blood.

"I don't have to answer any questions. It's easier to just give it back to me honestly."

"Did you think I'd give it back!

You don't understand the situation, Crain blowing half bubbles and calling and scattering. Still, I can tell you that I reached for the sword that was standing on the desk. No, can't you tell me? Showing me the will to defy before is a bad idea.

I shook my arm and stuck a throwing knife in Crain's right arm.

"Geez!?

Short scream and remove the sword. After taking a few steps back, I stuck my butt cake on it and went.

The left arm restrains the knife pierced by the right arm.

He said he gave him time to pull it out and pick up his weapon again, but only crane slipped back into tears.

"Just in case, I'll ask you again, okay? Tax Certificate -!?"

So I cut the words and jumped off to the sidelines. Shortly afterwards, the sword wind blows through the space where I was.

Soon, there was a long middle age stuck behind me.

The back is sturdy that it should reach two meters. The sword lowered in both hands is a longer barbaric sword (bastard sword) than Matheus's.

Keep it, sneak behind my back without me noticing, let me gently swing through it, and then I'm not in any shape of a breakdown.

At a glance… it brings together a hands-on atmosphere.

"... from now on, I didn't know you were such a child if you thought there was a worm crawling around in the mansion"

"Gideon! It's an intruder, kill it!

"Ugh. Instruct me, Sunna."

The man called Gideon throws up like that at Crain, who calls me to kill him, and he stares at Giroli and this one.

The whole body, no, the feeling of gazing through the steep point of my body. Even at this moment, I feel the man in front of me setting up a math to kill me.

"Kid...... no, is that a woman? Young lady, you seem to have quite a good arm. It feels like we've been watching each other for, like, five of us.

"Seven."

"That's awesome. You're a first-rate assassin."

Instead, they used to say it was the best in the world. Still, this guy has a secret gift to sneak behind my back without me noticing?

No, the genre itself, the gendarmerie, is a militant genre that makes effective use of its covert abilities. It's not weird that there's a bunch of people with that kind of ability.

"Assassin, Matheus bastard, you're a dodger, right? Damn, he's always got a mouthful of mouth."

"They were wrong."

"Did it even come out in Lyell or Gaddles? That's no match for me either. Well, if I were you, I wouldn't take it to a fight situation."

Even though we're talking in vain, I'm going to pack some time here with a twist.

It is a unique method of movement that keeps your feet motionless and moves your body with just your fingertips. This is how he sneaks in in in time while he talks, gets stuck by surprise and drops his neck. If I could take this leg, it would be possible to say so.

"What do you say, aren't you willing to try training at my place?

"I resolutely say no. I'm a lonely wolf."

"There's another one on the third floor, isn't there?

I remember Maxwell when he told me.

This guy could sneak up on Grandpa and get slashed from behind.

And unlike Lyell and Gaddles, Maxwell is hit and weak. There was also the possibility that he would be fatally injured by a single blow.

But I still have a little pigeon on my shoulder.

Because the user demon is linked to the surgeon, if there is anything in Maxwell's body, this pigeon will return to just an earthen mass.

In other words, it is proof that Maxwell's life is still safe.

"I just got a hand in the break-in. And then you get help when you run away."

"Lady, you're a rough servant, not according to what you see. Well, good. If you were going to be a subordinate, you could have missed the wolf tonight... if you weren't, except for the story."

The tone is really friendly. But shortly after the word is uttered, the pressure that was directed at the man is transformed.

From the pressure not to let me get away to the pressure to target me as a prey.

Immediately pull out the hips dagger and prepare for the man's attack. But someone put a cross spear in there.

That's Crain as he has been.

He pulled out a knife with a stab in his shoulder and threw it at me.

Moreover, shortly afterwards, he flipped himself, broke through the windowsill and fled to the outside.

Of course, there can't be a blade muscle going through it, such as an amateur thrown knife. It comes at me with an irregular spin.

But what was troublesome was the blood creeping up on that blade. It is sprinkling blood in all directions according to irregular rotation. If you accidentally get into your eyes, it can be fatal.

I blindfolded my dagger and tried to follow it. But that behavior will be inhibited by Gideon.

"Whoa, you're not gonna leave me."

"I don't have a hobby for hanging out with bastards!

"Are you gay at that age? That's a waste. You look superior."

"Shut up, I have my own convenience!

Gideon's sword blocks my path to chasing Crain.

And a swing of restraint at me.

This is how I got into a breakdown with Gideon, the head of the Gentiles.