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

Indeed, Finia has some knowledge of combat.

That's only minimal to protect an important person named me.

The art of fighting in earnest, she didn't have it in her hands.

"I have only studied as a housekeeper to serve the Lyells. Because I didn't think I needed combat power to serve those people. Even if you acquire half the skill, you'll just get your feet together."

That's right. To fight at the level of me and Lyell means to be a strong man who can save the world.

Asking her to go that far is a thing called cruelty.

"But if it's enough to keep Nicole from getting her feet together, I should be able to do it too!

"Is that what you're saying I'm weak?

"Yes, no, never..."

Well, I'm certainly extremely poor right now.

Somewhat, I am learning full-scale swordsmanship and have past experience, so I can fight more than run out.

"But given what's ahead, it's not bad to stay strong."

"Right!

Raum doesn't have Lyell or Maria. Although there are Maxwell and Cortina instead.

The problem is that they are both in guard positions.

Cortina, the beast man, is racially highly physically capable, but is still far from in the line of duty.

It would be suspicious to even beat the average person to reach old Elf Maxwell.

No, if it's an elf, it's a range of errors if it's about ten years old?

"Then I'll talk to Leon! Unfortunately, I can't tell you because I don't have the sword."

"Uh."

Ellen swelled her cheeks just a little as I gave her an unsatisfactory look.

"He doesn't have a swordsmanship gift, but he's struggling hard enough for that. You can't fool around with that experience, can you?

"Mmm, that's true too"

Come to think of it, my experiences and those of Lyell are too different digits to be a reference for the average person's finer.

Instead, a gift-holding master is many people who are growing too fast to teach people.

I had once been begged by Cortina to teach me covert techniques, but I couldn't teach them well.

"So you can teach Finia the basics?

"Don't you need Nicole?

"I'm La - because my dad taught me."

"Daddy...... oh dear Lyell! I envy you, I can't believe you begged for a hero's teaching."

"Only there are advantages"

Unwillingly, Lyell was good at teaching people how to hold combat gifts.

Maybe it was because he was basically a gentle character, fit to teach with courage.

I didn't have the guts to do that.

That's why I can also say that in my previous life I threw away my sword and ran to steel thread technique.

"Besides, I need a break now."

With my right hand like this, I'm not going to be able to wave my sword for a while.

I'll have to spend some time resting.

Well, there's not much you can do to work out to the dark clouds. That's an experience from previous life to this world, and I know it so badly that I don't like it.

Rest when you rest. This is the trick to improvement.

"Oh, you did. Hmm... especially worse is the right wrist than the left arm. Other than that, it's roughly a punch, no fractures."

"So are my findings."

"Then you're sure. There are no dangerous wounds, and they'll heal as soon as you get some rest. Keep your right hand fixed."

"Please."

Finia puts a damp cloth on my right wrist and Ellen uses a conch to secure my right hand.

That's how I got the support, and I could feel the pain pulling off the jitter.

"Huh."

The sensation of a limp damp cloth was pleasant and such a chirping leaked unexpectedly.

When I hear that, Finia laughs at the couscous.

"Kusu... Nicole sounds like a cat when she feels good, so you know right away"

"Mm...?

I've been told for a long time that it's easy for an assassin to show up on his face.

I get cold at work as if my emotions were paralyzed...

"Yes, Master Nicole. I left my blanket on, so rest here"

"Yes."

Me lying on a bunk made by Finia.

Ellen and Finia left the carriage because of Vulture's aftermath.

Vulture, which sells feathers and meat, takes a lot of work to strip them off.

From dinner that day, my trial began.

I'm stuck with my right hand, so I have a lot of time to eat.

Look at this. Finia and Michelle are going to 'ahem' me, so it's been easy.

Besides, things got extremely confusing because I've been hitchhiking to Ellen in good shape.

"Yes, open your mouth. Dear Nicole."

"Uh, yeah, Nicole."

"Oh, me and me! Here, Nicole, open your mouth."

"Mugg! Ugg!?

I'm bored with soup with dried vegetables screwed back into my mouth without rest.

Especially since Michelle's soup isn't cold, it was tantamount to torture for me, which is slightly cat-tongued.

"I'm hungry."

"Eh, you haven't eaten at all yet!

"No, Michelle. Nicole has a very thin diet, so... you ate a lot today, didn't you?

Michelle and Ellen look surprised at Finia's defense.

"Is that it?

"Isn't it too much to eat for kids?

"No, I'm still the one who got better at this. Because when I was a baby, I didn't even suck Maria's milk, and I was worried too."

"That's dangerous!

Ms. Ellen peeled at Finia's report. That's how critical it is for a baby not to suck her mother's milk.

Maria would not have felt alive until she substituted cow's milk. Omg and Lyell too.

On that point, I can't get my head up on them either. Because I was so worried about you.

"If it was cow's milk, it gave me mouth, so I got nothing, but it really chilled my liver."

"That doesn't make my body any bigger..."

"Nicole is cute!

Michelle hugs me from across the street.

I don't hate that expression of affection, but my right wrist is pinched and it hurts quite a bit.

"Mr. Michelle. Right arm, pinched, right?

"Oh, I'm sorry!

Finia pointed me out, and Michelle left.

I get a glimpse of an honest personality where words of apology also appear.

It was a somewhat inconvenient situation, but I had no difficulty living with such support.

Exactly, the bathroom handled some of the pain on its own with patience, but otherwise, Finia and Michelle were sure to help.

And the pain in his right hand drew, and by the time his left arm was fully healed - he had arrived in Raum, the land of the woods and elves.