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

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A tavern where the common adventurers gather. The gate was opened and one boy came in.

A working girl who was busy handing out booze notices the boy and speaks in a cheerful manner.

"There you are, Kufal. You're taking your time today."

"Hello, Mr. Ridges. Are they here yet?

"Yeah, the usual seats. You got an order?

"Always, please"

"Copy that. I'll take it right away."

Around fifteen years old. As old as I am, I am doing quite well with the girl I work for.

Occasionally some adventurers chill it, but he was doing it without a wave.

Boy - Kufal heads to the back of the store and sits with a few adventurers wandering there.

At the table, three men said it was daytime, but sooner rather than later they were liquoring. I wear equipment such as swords and canes, but the common thing is that I wear ornaments such as hats and bandanas on my head.

And they all emitted an atmosphere of skill as adventurers.

"Hey, it was a little late today."

"Yeah, I was just getting some important information."

When Kufal got to his seat, he just started the conversation.

There is no discomfort there because it is a conversation with the people he belongs to.

But they were well on guard around them. He was lurking his voice, as if to let the chatter sweep away the conversation.

"Is that an important story?

"Yes. The people who headed for the example nest have been captured. Well, they weren't giving us any important information because they were on the bottom line."

"Is that them? I didn't know we could even match the pawns."

"With five baits, you won't catch a great deal of prey. Do you mind if I leave you alone?

Men who verbally respond to the boy's story. But then, at the same time, he looks at his mouth and stops talking.

"Oh, Kufal, your orange juice and the salted chicken. I'll bring the salad later."

"Thank you. Now I can finally get my stomach up."

"'Cause I'm not gonna wake up sooner."

"Sorry, I'm weak in the morning"

Girl on the payroll carrying the dish and laughing at the pieces away.

I made sure she left sufficiently to resume the conversation.

"... can we hold a meeting here?

"'This is the place,' which is why no one pays attention. Frequent use of" That Place "will get you just as noticeable."

"Fair enough. I know you got a lower end than that, but is that so important? You don't have any secrets, do you?

While one of the men dampens his tongue with booze, he argues.

He drinks, but his eyes dwell on reason. The way things have been, I'm just acting drunk.

"Not so much in itself. But the prisoner is the problem."

"The captive?

"They say it's a woman named Haumea. She says she's a pretty woman, but the problem is the number of the guild card she presented."

"Was it a fake?

"No, it belonged to someone else. And..."

So Kufal lurks his voice even further.

Although this act is inherently a noticeable one, it is not so noticeable because in these gathering taverns of adventurers they often tell stories that others do not want to hear.

"Six heroes, it was Maxwell's number."

"Ma -!?"

Listening to the story, the man almost screamed unexpectedly, but held his own mouth where it was done and restrained himself.

Still, amazement remains on its face. But the crowds around him did not enlighten the man's consternation around him.

"... is that true?

"Yeah, definitely. I don't know how you sniffed it."

"That old man... no, isn't it weird that he moves with a 'master' behind him"

"That's likely. A woman named Haumea is probably an old man's pawn."

"The fact that you held down the subpoena at the pinpoint could mean that you were detecting this motion."

"It's possible."

With Kufal's consent, the three had a serious look on their face.

Their actions are complete entirely only in the inner circle. Yet leaking information means…

"… the presence of insiders"

"Right. And when it does, it's going to be involved in the 'merchant' misfortune in Lilith"

"Do I have to thoroughly investigate the inside once?"

"We also need to explore that and enemy trends. We're not the only ones exploring this woman named Haumea."

"You mean there are other opposing organizations?

"Yeah, what a royal palace they're moving, aren't they?

"Oh... you mean the King is moving himself anyway, if it's a state agency!?

"It's a very troubled situation."

Exhaled, Kufal laid his hands on the dish. It has cooled down a little, but the chicken, which passed through the fire and gently shed the fat on the surface, leaves a refreshing mouthfeel.

So if you chew, the gravy will flood out, so you can guess the cook's arm in this store.

"Anyway, let's be solemn about our remarkable activities for a while. That and internal auditing strictly. Parallel investigation of a woman named Haumea. Confirmation of trends in 'old age' and 'military master'. You've suddenly got more to do."

"I don't have a choice. Too few handkerchiefs to make a stand yet. And if the king is moving himself, I'd like to find out what's really going on."

"There are no 'collaborators' inside the royal palace yet. Because the last 'Count' failed."

"He said he crossed over to" Borderline Uncle "because of that incompetence."

"Well, this one's not like fate, so I don't care"

The king dies, and the seizure occurs. In such a series of incidents, the security of this country is greatly disturbed.

And disturbed security is a very convenient world for collecting sacrifices.

That's why I tried to burn the tarcaseal, but it didn't work. That's it, we just need to maintain our behavior the way it's always been, so there's no problem.

But Kufal felt it was a little cumbersome to be more vigilant around the king.

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