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

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Returning to the Church of the Sacred Tree, Ashera had received reports from the Cardinal of her absence.

Nevertheless, I was away for about half a day at most, so there was very little I could ask.

"If this one's calm, good. So? What happened to the noise of the Holy Tree?

The original Ashera tells us to stay overnight in Maria's mansion and so on, but now there are noises from the interior of the world tree, and as the highest priest of the world tree, who places the temple at its foot, he was unable to vacate the temple for much longer.

But the Cardinal shook his head back to Ashera's inquiry.

"No, no change. It never grew bigger, never disappeared again."

"I wonder if the situation means maintaining the status quo. Nevertheless, the world tree is also a creature. The tree could be dead even if it keeps coming under some kind of pressure from the inside while it's half broken."

"Oh so important!?

"Just in case. Is it so easy for a tree that has been living since the age of mythology to wither away?"

"Don't threaten me, not at all"

Nevertheless, I have never heard of a different sound coming from a world tree before in my heirloom.

When the breaking god regularly does the 'pruning', the immense magic formation spreads to the sky, so I can clearly see that.

But this time, those precursors don't exist at all.

"We are misleading the Temple Knight into an adventurer and investigating, but the achievements are less fragrant"

"I guess so. Even the oldest and largest labyrinth in the world. It's not a glimmer."

For some reason, a confident, chest-stretching Ashera. The Cardinal had a headache even though he was in trouble because he would rather not be a glimmer.

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"That would be the backdrop to the madness of kidnapping in Pioneering Village."

Priscilla was in Elliot's private room reporting on this march.

Because of the content, it could not be reported in public.

"Got it. Still, Kufal again... one of his manipulations underlies this one, right?

"Yes, I suppose it was originally a manipulation to increase the number of allies, but is that in the form of turning around and..."

"That's an annoying story. But you mean some of his people were used in that way? It's no longer a situation where you just have to crusade."

"The three of them, from now on, Master Lyell will be supervised. I don't think we're going to have a case like this in the future."

"That was good. Whether he's a half demon or a member of Kfar, he's a people of this country. If you don't have to kill me, I've never been over it."

Thanks to Elliot unfolding an unexpectedly moderate policy, Priscilla leaked a ho and relieved breath.

Even though Lyell oversees it, if Elliot, the king, speaks out against the ruling, he will have to obey it.

Nevertheless, it was difficult to even think about asking for too harsh a punishment because Elliot is also owed to Lyell.

If the two opinions are different, even if you know they are, it is the role of Priscilla, who was on the scene, that you have to take them.

If that were the case, how much would her hard work be? Priscilla had goosebumps just to imagine.

"Let's leave it to Master Lyell regarding the treatment of the three of us. Tell him you'll never speak out of me."

"I understand. So..."

"That's it, you still have a little hard tone?

"To?"

Abruptly changed the subject, Priscilla leaks a loose voice between them.

Originally, they are two people who can be called childhood friendly. In terms of anxiety, draw a line with other subordinates.

"I became a couple because of it. You could have spoken in a more intimate tone."

"That's not how it works. It's an assignment."

"Look, you can call me out like you were a kid, okay?

"Oh, you can't do that!?

When I was a kid, I often kicked ass with formal objects, such as differences in position.

In fact, she, too, when she became Elliot's closest samurai, called each other in a call-out that she would be alone.

Then he started learning martial arts, and since Priscilla officially became an escort, he had absolutely nothing to call off.

As Elliot, who was taken up as king from the time of his hearts, his interaction with Priscilla, who did not make him feel like a king, was also one of the few healing.

"I became my wife because of it. Look, call me a name."

"No, so..."

"Like old times. If it is, you can call me Eli, before I become your best friend."

"So, because I can't!

To Priscilla, who turns away pussy, Elliot takes her seat and holds her shoulder.

Priscilla had become completely rigid at a breathtaking close range.

"Well, we're not kids with each other either. We can't be as innocent as we used to be, but adults can be adults."

"Heh, Your Majesty, deflect..."

While stiff, Priscilla speaks the language of refusal. But the opposite of words slowly closes my eyes.

But in the narrower and narrower corners of his vision, Priscilla saw some presence.

"Hih!?

Reflexively poking Elliot, he reaches for his hips sword.

But at some point someone who had infiltrated the room was neither an assassin nor a suspicious man.

It was her father, Count Raglan, who was there.

"Uh, Your Majesty. I need you to lock that up thoroughly before you do. Even for me, I have trouble finding a place for my eyes."

"Uncle Raglan, you're just as innocent. Why don't you just knock?

"If you'll excuse me. The door was a little open, so I peered inside."

"Firmly infiltrated indoors, what to say"

"It's a matter of His Majesty's inheritance. We need to see if we can do this right."

"Oh, Father, that's just..."

To Priscilla, who just can't hide her drawn face, Count Raglan distracts himself by ringing one nose with Hun.

Apparently, I felt uncomfortable stepping into a place.

"So, what can I do for you?

"Yes, the soldiers we sent have returned safely to the battalion, and we are now reporting to you."

"Well, it was very rough. I'm going to do another job, so I'm going to borrow her for a little while."

"Yes, blame him enough to lose your hips"

"Father!

Priscilla raised her voice of anger just to the underserved conversation between the men.

Speaking of escorts. Still a young woman. At least I wanted the atmosphere to be sweet.

But Count Raglan is also already in what is known as old age. I have a desire to see my grandson's face as soon as possible.

Even though he has a serious personality on a daily basis, he's probably interested in talking about the lower care because of the area.

"This was just rude. Priscilla, because I really love you."

"I don't doubt it there..."

Priscilla leans her face red to Elliot, who speaks the language of love without hesitation.

He was Count Raglan, who saw those two, shrugged his shoulders in silence and then left the room.

Because if I sat in this room any longer, my horse would really have kicked me.

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