Reborn as the Hero's Daughter! Time to Become the Hero Once More!

One of the special moves I've acquired by reincarnating into this body, staring at Lyell with an upward look.

Lyell looked down at me like I was in trouble.

"I can't ask that favor..."

"Why? Daddy won't listen to my favor?

Lyell's stiff palm can be placed on my head, half-hearted on the bed.

Its hardness is also a testament to daily training.

"Nicole is still small. You don't have the strength, do you? Besides, your body is weak. In that state, it's hard to learn a sword."

As Lyell says, this body is infirm, no strength, no muscle strength.

So Lyell was hesitant to teach me the sword.

Without even having to think about it, the fear is legitimate.

Even lifting a sword is suspicious in this body. Even if it was lifted, you wouldn't be able to keep swinging.

In other words, I didn't even deserve to stand at the entrance to swordsmanship right now.

"Really, no?

"Well... I can't teach you a sword without a body. Right, maybe when you're about five, you'll be able to stretch your hands and feet and wave your sword. So until then, Nicole needs to stay strong."

"Two more years...... ok!

As far as I'm concerned, I wanted to learn the sword as soon as possible, but in a hurry to destroy my body, I don't have an ex or a child.

He's right, you should put your strength on top of your priorities.

"After that, I did something unscrupulous because it's a sermon later, right? Maria's scared when she gets angry."

"Mom, were you there?

"Let's see. I'm sure we'll have more thunder than ever before."

"Ugh."

That's what Lyell tells me on the verge of the best.

I've known Maria well since her previous life, laughing but releasing all the pressure of frozen spines.

As angry as I was when I went for a peek in the women's bath with Lyell, it was a bit unspeakable.

That mission, by the way, has failed by Cortina's defense of the iron wall.

Those cat ear marshals...... watch them sometime.

"I'm going to see how Michelle's doing now, so I'll be back in a little while."

"Michelle?

"It's the girl Nicole was protecting with her life at stake. I can't be unscrupulous, but I'll just compliment you for protecting that kid."

That said, I haven't even introduced myself to that kid.

Are you saying Michelle?

"Like scars... are you okay?

"I'm not going to imitate Nicole's body like that."

"Not me, Michelle"

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine. That's why Maria's here."

For once that girl is a girl too. It is a little pathetic to scar at this age.

If Maria's healing magic can cure her completely, she has never crossed it.

When I leaked my relief breath, the door to the room was knocked modestly.

From the narrow open gap, Maria peeks into her face.

"Oh, Nicole's awake already."

"Yeah. Thanks for healing my wound"

"I commend you for saying thank you to Kitin. How's it going?

"It's all right. It hurts. It doesn't hurt."

Lift your hands up and show them in a gutsy pose.

The left arm, which had been eaten a thousand times, also moves without any problems. That's Maria's sacred witchcraft.

"Yes, good. Well, then, don't hesitate to preach, will you?

Nicholas and Maria ask so with a wonderful smile on her face. Words are questionable, but compelling without saying whether or not they are.

I snorted at her and had to give it back.

A few days after that. Me and Michelle were feeling better without a scar.

We rejoice in each other's safety, introduce ourselves again and shake hands. It's the birth of the first friend I've ever had when I became this body.

But then there was no reason to hang out with her.

We're three years old each other. In other words, the liturgy of baptism awaited.

It is a ritual that children from all over the village receive. I don't need to prepare for anything big.

Still, there was a sunny stage for children and somewhat a habit of dressing.

"That's why I think Nicole would look good in this dress."

"No, Maria. Nicole's not physically sturdy, and she's sick. Not a very burdensome costume. This Toga-style costume is better."

"No, then you'll see your chest if you raise your hand."

"Nobody cares because you're just a kid, right?

"No, I'm usually in shirts and pants..."

"No!"

It was in the wind that costume matching took place almost day after day.

I think it's more stressful for kids not to be able to play, but the parental rampage doesn't stop.

Even for me, I want to work out my body as soon as possible, and this is how I'm being held.

Such a period lasted for a few days, and the rite of baptism finally came.