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

Dark, out of the dark... I slowly woke up.

I woke up...... I should have.

The open eyes did not tie the statue at all, and the world was blurred and distorted.

That's not all. I don't listen to my hands and feet, and I can't help myself.

No, it's not just hands and feet. And my neck... my whole body, it didn't move.

That, too, should have been a terrible thing, if you think about it, before you lost consciousness.

The orphanage priest somehow stepped out to summon the demon god and summoned several children to sacrifice.

But with us in the way, the priest was defeated by me without fulfilling his purpose.

That would have been nice, but I didn't go to abandon the demon god who lost his summoner and became free.

At that time, there were children behind me who had lost their hips, and Cortina, who had no sense of melee, was with me.

I didn't go without fighting.

Ordered Cortina to flee, and I went into battle with the demon god alone.

She also left the scene because she knew the situation instantly and was bound to call for help.

In a weak girlfriend, it would have been difficult to escape with a child. There were still about ten surviving children.

I could barely crusade the demon god, but my left hand and right leg broke and I was torn wide from chest to belly.

That kind of thing - it's only a lucrative thing that still had breath.

According to the self-proclaimed Word of God, I should have come back to this world again... but without a voice, my hands and feet wouldn't move.

- What happened!?

"Phew. Ahhh!?

I couldn't even speak that voice and could only scream as rare as the kitten's chirping.

Eventually it feels like wiping my face with something warm and something soft presses against my mouth.

I instinctively bumped into it and swallowed something sweet from it.

And at the same time as he was full, he sank again into his sleep.

I finally figured out what was going on after a few days.

I - I was reborn as a baby.

That back road that God was talking about. In other words, resuscitating it touches contraindications, but if it were to be reborn as a newborn, did it mean that it was there?

Besides, my eyesight stabilized and I realized...

"Morning, Nicole. You're up early today."

She woke up. She noticed me with a bright eye, and a clear beauty - Maria - approaching her mouth with her bare chest.

Yes, he is my companion, once called the Virgin.

And she's calling me Nicole... me.

I mean, I was reborn as a child of a former companion.

The magic of the reincarnation Lee In Carnation is the highest ranking sacrament.

But this magic, the person who hung it, could only confirm the success of the operation, and he didn't know where to reincarnate it. It was a magic with such subtle effects.

I mean, being Reid, my old buddy, means I don't even understand Maria.

That's why he pushes his breasts on me defenselessly. If she knew I was Reid, it would be impossible behavior first.

If I had been bad, one of the tensioners would have flown in. Her chastity was harsh inside.

I really thought I was going to die for the attack magic of divine punishment (banish) that once flew in when I dared to peek with Lyell.

Besides, Cortina has been caught lightly because she held our escape route down precisely.

He's a young man.

"Fugiuuuuuu"

I groaned and refused to eat.

I don't have enough muscle to move my neck yet.

Besides, I don't have the thick surface skin to suck on my old buddy's chest as much as I do.

Most importantly, I'm scared when I find out.

"Ugh. Huh."

"Oh, is my stomach good? Nicole is a snack, isn't she? I'm a little worried."

I haven't eaten since I was reborn into a baby.

No, Maria is a very beautiful woman, to be honest, but she can't help but wake up to the self of me.

If this was a total stranger woman, she might have sucked it off by pretending to be unfamiliar.

But it's me.

We once dived through the dead line together, we're buddies.

Finally, her husband is that Lyell.

A fellow fighter, a rival, and a man who embodied a "heroic figure" that I couldn't get to.

Which face can I bump into his wife's chest?

That's why I voluntarily went into the hanger strike.

Maria had a hard time raising me because she didn't suck her mother's milk.

I know it's bad, but I can't compromise on all this.

In the end, drinking moderately warmed cow's milk could barely connect the raw.

Lyell woke up today as he was still eating with the milk in his mouth that he had made him contain in cotton.

"Morning, Maria. And Nicole."

That's what I said. I hold Maria with me, and she exchanges her passionate mouth from the morning.

And on my cheek - in a disgusting way - he mouthed it the same way.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Oh, did I get angry? I wonder if Nicole doesn't like her dad?

"Hey, what?!?

Maria tells me the truth without offense and cruelty when she shows her willingness to resist.

In fact, I didn't like Lyell.

I didn't have any admiration for the position of brave man either. Instead, you can say you had a much stronger vision than people.

Strong, tough, heroic swordsman. I wanted strength because I admired it.

But I didn't have the qualities. Still couldn't give up.

That's why he explored ways to fight without relying on the sword and built his own way of fighting with creativity and ingenuity.

To me like that, Lyell, who embodied my ideal hero statue, was a man who stirred up very subtle emotions.

He's someone who relies more on you than anyone else, admires you more than anyone else, and is more disgusting than anyone else.

You learn to feel like your spine pops when you get a mouthpiece on your cheek from someone like that.

The shocked Lyell, with a quiet expression, went out into the garden with a sword for swinging.

Through the window, I can see you flushing your routine mould there.

The movement was powerful, streamlined, and sharp.

I even dreamed of it, where the brave man was.

It's a battle I couldn't have fought without strength and endurance in my lifetime.

But there I let my body tremble like it was in the current.

Yes, this body is a child of Lyell and Maria.

I mean, it could be inheriting Lyell's toughness and Maria's magic.

If I were you in this world, I might be able to be a swordsman. The presence that should be its signpost is in front of us.

I may be able to see the path of the swordsman I once aspired to and frustrated.

No, if Maria's magic is pulled, it could pave the way as a magic swordsman.

"Ahem!

I waved up my hand and expressed joy.

But the power was too weak, and the short arm was finally brought to the front of his face.

"Nicole, do you like to see your father's sword? Actually, don't you want to be sweet?

Maria misunderstands my attitude like that and sticks her cheeks in a punip.

With that said, this guy was the one who makes these mistakes.