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

It's been a little over two more years since I was able to talk.

I've learned a lot in the meantime. My appearance, for example.

When I was a baby I didn't even know because I couldn't do as much neck movement as I wanted, but my hair was pretty thin silver thread-like blue silver.

Moreover, from what I saw in the mirror, the colour of the skin was so white that it could be said that it was pathological, and more importantly, it was characterised by the different colours of both eyes.

Different colors of red right eye and blue left eye. I would have inherited Lyell's blue eye and Maria's red eye separately.

Combined with its characteristic appearance, it can be said to have a fairly noticeable appearance.

Face creation is also very adorable to me, and I can see the promise of the future at a young age.

Other than that, the body itself is growing.

But since then, I've tried so hard to work out my magic and my body, but the effect hasn't been very fragrant.

Though magic still exists in the body, attempts to control it still burst into the hands of consciousness and remain incapable of manipulating it as intended.

If you train your body, this body looks somewhat like Maria's and feels slightly frail compared to an age-appropriate child.

No, he is a fierce man who survived a harsh adventure with Maria. Its physical abilities are much stronger than those of ordinary people. But still, some of us, with the same experience, were faint and broken.

As far as I'm concerned, I just wanted you to look like Lyell, the brave one, but apparently he's drawing Maria's blood thick.

After a sneak day of training today, my family is gathered in front of the fireplace to enjoy the company.

I'm almost three years old and my feet are getting pretty tight so I'm free to walk around the house.

But this night he sat on the floor and encouraged the stretch of his fingers.

Your health is already drained, but if you're stretching these fine areas, your health is less drained.

"Ugh."

Lyell sitting on the sofa behind me smiling at me as I tangled and stretched my fingers.

Next to the fireplace is Maria, who is interested in knitting, and Finia, who refrains by her side.

I was sitting on the floor with my buttocks on, knees aligned and heels next to my buttocks, what is commonly called a girl sitting.

It seems to be a skeletally tight way for a man to sit, but this body allows him to sit without bitterness.

Apparently this body has quite a problem with muscle strength and endurance, but it had quite a bit of dexterity and flexibility.

I sneak my left leg out and kick my right leg in small.

Now a few centimeters, I'm off to the left.

I repeated this several times and was moving to the left with a twist.

But that's what I do. Lyell hugs me from behind and puts me on my knees.

"Ya, ha-ha-nah!

"Don't hate me that much, Nicole. Will you play with my dad once in a while?

"Mmm."

I jumped off Lyell's knees, twisting my body.

As far as I'm concerned, I was going to pronounce it 'stop, let go' more crisp, but because my vocal cords are still underdeveloped, I really get toddler language.

Keep it up. I'll instantly identify where you're going to protect me.

Look at me jumping off, Maria was about to welcome me with her hands wide open.

But jumping into the chest of a former companion is just as illuminating.

So I jumped into Finia's chest, standing next to Maria.

She's a little girl, so she could jump up to her chest.

Finia hurries up and hugs me when she jumps.

She looks like an elf and has a thin fleshy figure, but thin hips and fluffy soft breasts do make a woman feel.

And there was a faint floral scent, which was pleasant.

When I followed the smell, it was drifting from a small bag hanging around her waist.

Probably a smell bag made of weed (populi).

She is more fond of such a simple fragrance than the perfumed aristocratic children.

I reached for her hips like that, took the smell bag and tried to check inside.

That's not what I was trying to do. I just wanted to make sure it came from this rustic scent.

But seeing me act like that, Maria was smiling with Couscous.

"Nicole is still a girl, too. It's responding to the smell bag."

"It's not that rare."

"I'm worried about things that still smell good. He didn't want to wear a skirt, he had cancer telling Lyell to teach him his sword, something he was like a boy."

"Nicole is adorable, isn't she? Much more than the other village kids!

Finia theorizes forcefully with me in her arms.

Indeed, my appearance resembles that of Maria, with a very clear and very popular appearance.

Besides, they look adorable as if they were aristocratic children because they are considerably smaller and less powerful than average.

But what I'm aiming for is that hateful Lyell style there.

The figure of a brave man, freely using a sword comparable to his height. The way I once aspired and didn't arrive.

But in this body, even in this world, it was unlikely to reach its appearance.

"Yes, Finia. Why don't we all make a smell bag tomorrow?

"Together, is it?

"Yeah, west of the village would be the meadow, wouldn't it? It's getting warmer, so the flowers are blooming."

"Sure it's about time...... isn't it dangerous outside the village?

"Finia will be there for you."

"Would you rather I ask Maria to protect me?

"I don't like melee."

"I know."

Maria was not a cleric warrior, she was a pure guard.

Its athletic abilities were among the lowest of the six heroes and did not even extend to the cortier of the beast or Maxwell of the elves while in the rear guard. Regardless, I still have more than the average person.

Well, I'm far inferior now.

"Decided, huh? Then grassland tomorrow with lunch."

"Ha, I see."

"I have a baptismal ritual coming up, let's take a breath before then"

The liturgy of baptism is also the ritual to which a child, three years after his birth, is subjected, examining the abilities that the child has been given.

There are children in this world who are endowed with the ability to be called blessings (gifts), and the benefits of those gifts give their owners an overwhelming effect.

For example, from the immortality of a different vault with unlimited space for storing objects and its namesake, to the mythological ability of an alien class that mesmerizes just by looking at each other, to something useful in combat, like the fighting techniques and fast chanting that Lyell and Maria have, to something that doesn't seem to be useful: the talent of a junket.

Of course there are things that give you alien powers, but just being skilled like swordsmanship has a great effect.

Sometimes just because you have a gift, it takes the average person just a year to reach the height they reach over a decade.

The sword can be used without a gift. However, with or without it, the growth rate obtained through training varies by step.

The ritual of examining it and the inhabitants of this world will challenge baptism with a very serious look.

By the way, Lyell's gifts are combat and toughness.

This stretches the skill and endurance of combat.

This allows him to use his inexhaustible health to keep fighting.

Gaddles' gifts are shielding and stubborn.

This can take enemy attacks by shields and also attack enemies bouncing back with shields. And stubbornness is the ability to withstand enemy attacks.

These two things enabled Gaddles to demonstrate what could be termed the party's lifeline.

Maria had the miracle of God and a fast chant.

This is the gift of divine magic and the ability to activate it instantly.

This allows her to immediately fly the divine magic.

In a battle that lasts less than a second, her magic is a lifeline lining Gaddles.

Maxwell's gifts are all attributes Magic Suitability and Magic Enhancement.

It is the ability to use all sorts of magic and to enhance its magical effects.

Maxwell, who unleashes a range attack with mighty magic, was the key to an attack against Gaddles.

Cortina is a computational conspiracy and fast arithmetic.

Theoretical conspiracy is the ability to discern enemy tactics and derive optimal solutions to strategies and tactics, and fast arithmetic, as its name suggests, is the ability to calculate instantly.

The combination of these two gifts promptly processed the visual information and directed us to the best course of action.

That's why she understood faster than anyone that I couldn't help her when I died.

And I left this land without forgiving Gaddles for bringing such a request and, above all, without forgiving myself for failing to derive a measure to help me.

Compared to them, I was a really plain gift.

What I had was manipulative yarn and covert.

An assassination style that acts unnoticed by anyone and stops the enemy's breath root with an attack by steel thread.

That's why minutes are often bad in a battle standing directly in front of you. I can tell you were lucky to be able to draw from the demon gods.

Born again, I still don't know what happened to the gift, but from the dexterity of my fingertips and the fact that I was able to train my body without being found by the finers, it seemed that one of the scales was inherited.