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

It was the little girl further behind the ordinary crowd who had interrupted.

You look just like me, or even younger. You'll look like an early teenager.

He doesn't look like he's learning martial arts like me, and his thin hands and feet are more luxurious than mine.

The girl, who had the impression as if she were looking at herself in the past, but more than anyone else, instantly mastered the emotions around her.

"I'll say it again, won't I? I will stop and show you such foolishness."

"Oh, what can you do?"

"I thought I could. By me speaking up. I don't like the way these powers are worn on Kasas."

"What the hell... No, that face, what I've seen..."

The average man seemed to recognize the girl's face. Look seriously at its face, then step back, as if pressured.

"No way... under the Pope!?

It's a long way from where I am, and I can't even confirm the details.

But I could confirm that the shiny blonde hair and the young grassy eyes that reflected the leaves of the world tree were so far apart.

It's not just blonde blue eyes. The girl had a presence that even felt special pressure on the color.

"The Pope...?

Speaking of which, he said he was missing in the south.

This seventh arrondissement is located southwest of the city of Berito. That is, a district classified as' the south '.

Then it's not strange to have her here... it should be. Still, I had a strong sense of discomfort.

That's right.

"- Convenient, too good!

I jumped off the roof screaming like that.

If she is truly a contemporary pope, she should be a merciful figure trying to abolish semidemonic discrimination.

The riot took place at the time she got off to the city with patience, and he's close enough to be able to rush to the spot.

If I were to eyeball her assassination, I wouldn't miss this timing.

Other than me, the people who set this up seemed the same.

As I jumped off the roof, I saw a moving shadow at the same time.

The guy was holding back behind the crowd and approached her to sew a crowd.

It is possible that he is an ardent believer. But I ruled out that possibility immediately.

Because he had a dagger hidden in his left hand.

Even if I hid it in my cuffs, I could tell it was the same business.

Unique wrist shape when holding the pattern backwards. Different way to shake your arm with your right and left hand.

I remember that move.

The distance is overwhelmingly farther away from me. Still, he tangles and strengthens the yarn in his body and rushes over to her at full speed.

Suspicious of my movements like the wind, the crowd tried to stop it, but it couldn't be stopped.

Still, it did me good enough to inhibit my full speed.

He dives through his arms trying to seize him, slips between his stuck legs, and desperately turns to the girl, but still not enough.

The suspicious man finally leaves the crowd and approaches the girl. Finally realizing that fact, the girl was surprised and immediately afterwards had an extra grin.

I don't understand what that means. She doesn't seem to have the skills to protect herself. He remains exposed to the blade.

I can't make it, I turned my gaze here for a moment to make sure of it.

"Stop it!"

If she dies, this uprising will never stop.

With that one heart, he shouted at the man with the thoughts of his whole body and spirit.

The man who won and pulled his dagger out of his left cuff...

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He took my word for it and stopped moving perfectly.

I don't know what happened. But it's a thousand chances for a man to stop moving.

I jumped straight at the guy and pushed the guy down to the ground on tack instructions.

The dagger the man had in his hand is moist and wet when you look closely.

I brought it soaked in water and oil, what a cute reason. Probably anointed with tasteless, odorless poison.

It's extremely dangerous to seize someone like that.

They resist me badly, and it's possible I'm poisoned. Splashing poison can hit the pope and cause fatal symptoms.

As long as you're conscious, you can't abandon those dangers.

So I stiffened my fist and slapped him in the face with all my might.

There is, of course, the possibility of emptying yourself, hitting the ground hard, and hurting your fist.

Still, if I don't prune this guy's consciousness with one blow, the danger never leaves me.

Come on, the man couldn't avoid my fist, he was painfully punched in the face, let go of consciousness lightly, and passed out.

This was because he hit the back of the head hard on cobblestones with a knock in the face.

Beneath me on a horseback ride, the man's body is completely weak.

Did you get your nose smashed, a man with white eyes peeled as he bled his nose.

From his left hand, the poisoned dagger had fallen zero, bouncing on the cobblestone and sounding clear.

"Phew, is this a relief?

"It was a treat. Maria's daughter."

"Huh...?

I was confused when Maria's name came up abruptly.

No, if you think about it, you know and deserve it.

Maria was called the Virgin in this city and was loved. A pope in a city like that can't possibly not know her.

"Surprised? But you look just like Maria when you were young. Of course you do."

"Wait, my mother left this city. Twenty-five years ago."

"It's been so long. I'm supposed to be old, too."

"No..."

Whatever you think, it's not the word used by the girl that she's just past ten.

Does that mean she's as old as she looks, just like she's white?

I had my gaze on her, with all that doubt.