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

We returned to Raum that night.

Take Argus and Baumann, who were waiting.

His whole body was bloody, he looked at me softly, and they were looking at Maxwell like they were accusing him.

From the two of us who don't know what's going on, they'll also seem to have accompanied a child like me to a dangerous assassination, to fight him until he's bloody and exhausted him.

"No, I didn't do that bad, did I?

"That's not convincing."

"It's Grandpa Way. I know what happens when you run away. It's not Mon."

"Oh, I thought we'd make a big deal out of it for a while"

Nicole, my stock is crashing.

"... I don't know."

Maxwell, who's sadly waving the subject over here, but not quite as far as I'm concerned.

No more pain attacking my whole body, but this time I'm terribly tired and can't stand on my feet. I can't move my hands and feet properly in the first place. Moreover, my vision is getting narrower and narrower. Symptoms of anemia.

I rolled into Maxwell's mansion and lay myself on the sofa in my living room.

It's hard to go back to your home in this situation, and you have to cleanse yourself more than that.

"Maxwell than that. I'm sorry, but give me a bath. I can't go home dressed like this."

"N? Oh, that's not true..."

Maxwell has a troubled look on my offer.

A gaze wandering through the universe represents his perplexity.

"That, Nicole or. The Lord's offer is genuine, but we don't have a woman right now."

"If only Grandpa could do it."

"It's time for your lord to worry about a man's gaze."

"I can't say luxury at this time. And it's better than the other two."

"Nooo..."

No matter how much I say, I can't tell Argus or Bauman to wash his body.

Matheus is not allowed for the same reason.

Because of the circumstances, there is only Maxwell, more than Cortina and Finia can call either.

"Do it now because you think it's useful. You're not gonna get your hands on your old buddies, either."

"Well... ha, this is considerate first."

Thus I asked Maxwell to wash my body and change my clothes.

He removes my dirt with a rare and tense hand and wipes away the moisture from my body that I can't move.

It's funny how Argus and Bauman were looking at Grandpa with white eyes in the bath.

A little might have turned out to be a daily tease.

"Now you're done with the request, right?

I checked with Maxwell as he lay on the couch with a towel wrapped around him until I finished washing my clothes.

Argus and the others have already sent him back to the detention center. I'm telling you two were driven out by Maxwell's errands, so I have no problem getting back there as it is.

Also, if you try to escape Raum without permission, you can't do that either, because Maxwell's magic imposes an imminent death penalty (Geass) on you.

I mean, it's just me and Grandpa in the mansion right now. You can talk all you want.

"Right. I don't think Crain can escape that meteorite summons (Meteor Crash) either. First of all, I'm sure Crain is dead."

"I was fainting. I was tied up on top. It's a good way to die without losing your mind, bombing every mansion."

Crain is the opponent of many things, but if he died without pain, he would be happy at the end of the day.

Compared to Gideon and Talcaseal, it is so much better.

Hearing my reply, Maxwell sighs as if her shoulder load had gone down.

Then I took a bottle of brandy out of the shelf, sat deep down on the couch across the street, and then went for a trumpet drink.

"Come on, don't waste your drink."

"Totally, I don't think it's anyone's fault. I don't even feel comfortable with yakuza."

"Yake liquor? Against what?"

"Your Lord fought a mighty enemy in vain."

"In that situation, you had no choice. I couldn't run away."

"I have seen the situation of the Lord from the demon of use. Honestly, I can't do anything. I chilled my liver. If you'd just bought some time, you and I could have hung up, wouldn't you? If you cut your sight and run, your Lord is covered in blood. I'd rather not chill my liver. Your Lord has always tended to try to put things away on his own. Bad habit."

"Even if they say so... this is all about sex -"

Maxwell should have been watching me then until he fought through the demon of use. But the demon of use has only the strength of an elementary adventurer. To intrude in that scene, come on, lack of strength.

And the life force of the user demon is linked to the surgeon. If the user demon was injured by Gideon's hand, he risked becoming incapable of combat until Maxwell.

The magic of metastasis, starting with metastasis (teleport), cannot be used unless it is a place that is visible and visited once. Furthermore, the mansion would not have been able to fly either, as it incorporates magic that inhibits designated point activation.

On that occasion Maxwell had no other hand than to rush to the battlefield. He discovered Crain along the way, so maybe the results are good...

"Okay, Reid. Your Lord is not the Lord when you left him alone to assassinate. We have company now. Trust me more."

"buddy, or... oh yeah"

Surely on that occasion, I was never forced to stick to victory.

I was in a hurry to get away with Crain, forced into battle with Gideon that I had to catch by myself, and misjudged as a result of my impatience for merit. This immobile body is a testament to that.

As Maxwell says, I have to trust my people more. It is also a challenge from a previous life.

"Right...... I trust you, Maxwell. So let me take a sip of that brandy."

"That's not what I'm talking about. You'll grow taller when you drown in booze when you're young."

"Guru."

You'll crush it in one bite anyway, but I miss the booze even as far as I'm concerned.

But my desire was lightly crushed by Maxwell's words.