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

I haven't stayed at home for a long time and even the next morning I was sticking with Fina.

I had no choice but to act like this because I got a family that really meant something to me, including my last life.

I grew up in an orphanage in my previous life, and my parents in this world are old buddies. Something is different to call a family.

In that regard, Fina is my undisputed sister.

The sister sleeps easily in a brand new bed for babies.

I sat beside it, staring at my restful sleeping face.

As Maria had said, Fina looked shitty at first, but after a few days of getting rid of the dirt, the figure was incredibly adorable and transformed.

Exactly how adorable an angel's sleeping face should be.

I stretch my fingers out on those puffy cheeks that I think, and I enjoy the feel.

"Nicole, if I touch you too much, you're gonna wake up, okay?

"Mmm, just a little bit more"

Fina doesn't even care about my sleep disturbance, she's just devouring her inebriation. Good thing I felt soft. I was fully indulgent.

Maria was skipping her attention to me like that, but she smiled and missed me without imitating it like she was forced to stop.

I guess that means it's still a safe area.

"Nfu."

I just look at my sleeping face, but I realize my face is crashing asleep. I'm sure if someone else saw it, it would have been about to wander off already.

Then, you wondered about my finger, Finna brings her hand to my fingertips, and she grabs it sooner or later.

"Mom, Mom! Fina held my hand!

"Yes, I'm glad."

I rushed to report to Maria, but she stays asleep on the couch by the fireplace, not trying to wake up.

I guess my body is weak after all for accomplishing the difficult task of giving birth.

You're supposed to be doing something about the house.

That Maxwell should be giving Maria the honey of Queen Hua and encouraging her to nourish herself, but the effect won't show up overnight either?

It doesn't seem as debilitating as there is a life crisis like mine, so it's reassuring there.

Finna grabs my fingertips, but sleeps like that without doing anything.

Nor did I wave away Fina's hand like that, and I kept staring at her sleeping face in the same position.

How long would it have stayed that way? Actually, maybe thirty minutes or so. When so much time had passed, I could hear the ringing bell at the front door.

"Ah, a customer. I'll see."

"Yes, please."

Maria's condition can't be said to be very good. So of course I hire a housekeeper in the street.

But sometimes I come home today, and they took the day off to have fun without family water.

Although Lyell is absent from work as a guard.

When I came to the front door, I opened the door and Maxwell came in.

He's like family, so he's almost free to go in and out.

"There you are, Maxwell. Wanna see Finna's face?

"Is that the first word? At all, when you are Lord..."

"What's wrong with you?

I felt a strange sense of crisis at Maxwell's unhappy nose.

Somehow, it's a chill that looks like it's going to snake out with a snake on it.

"Fair enough, for now, we'll see how Maria is, and then we'll say hello to the Lord's sister."

"Oh, I'd love to. I'm telling you, it's so cute."

"I'm totally fascinated. Well, I don't even know what it's like."

"My sister's an angel, so we can't help it."

"That statement, Lyell, doesn't sound like it."

I was unwittingly rigid with Maxwell's remarks.

No, there does exist a blood connection, but does it mean that even though the contents are mine, the parents and children look alike?

"And I want to talk to Maria a a little bit. Can you stay by my side because I want you to hear it too?

"Oh, oh... then I'm watching Fina. I'll pretend and listen to you. Because Maria is now lying in front of the fireplace"

"Keep it that way."

Then I heard about the radical ideologies nesting in the Union of the Northern Three.

They were also told that they had a relationship with the route of human trafficking and that they were procuring sacrificial children from such organizations.

"I thought the only reason there were so many slave traders about this north was because they were the most evil dragon victims and insecure...... you had those guys"

"Um, sounds like a pretty bad bunch of people. And Elliot kept moving."

"Elliot? Oh, you mean a guy named Haumea?

"Bye. For once, he's a pawn, so it would be helpful if he could get in too deep."

"You want me to advance that to Lyell?

"Well, Lyell doesn't have much of a chance to make it to the royal palace, but still more than the eagle, does he? It would help if you told me when you had the chance."

"Still, as Cortina says, Reid's rebirth is her,"

"He seems to have a lot to think about. Seems like you've decided to show up for a while..."

"I think that would be miserable for Cortina."

"I think so, too."

Maxwell is pointing a meaningful gaze at me when I answer that.

I can understand that thought. But I can't respond at the moment.

To deceive such hindsight, I kept following Fina's cheek with a strange face.