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

Turning to Matisse, who left her in front of the house where the firehand would rise, I left the seed of Queen Hua on her lap.

With the fires all over the city, it should be time to make a scene.

Before I do, I have to disappear.

"Ugh..."

"Oh, did you notice?

Though a little, she was regaining consciousness because she was healing her wounds with my magic.

But I also have my face dirty with coal and my hair covered with mufflers, so you won't notice me at first glance.

The voice is also emitting as low as possible, so it would sound neutral...... probably.

"You... what?

"I'm here to help. People will be gathering soon. You can go home."

"Really, to?

"Oh. What can I say instead, put this bag in Cortina. Because it's important."

"Come... don't, dear?

"Yes. Nice to meet you."

Let her hold a bag with the seed of Queen Hua in her hand, and I tried to walk away from the spot.

She doesn't have the strength to walk on her own. But if it's a fire all over the city, it's only a matter of time before the guards rush in.

You can assume her safety has been ensured.

When I turned my heel back, I saw a glowing shadow in the corner of my sight.

Skip the steel thread and cover Matisse from its light.

"- Who!

"I didn't think you could avoid it."

As if staining out of the darkness, one man comes out of the shade.

A little tall man. Two small swords (short swords) on the slender, lowered arms.

Full-body black scumbag, similar to me.

"I ask again... no, okay"

"Really?

That's right.

Come to think of it, I was feeling gaze at the Holton Chamber of Commerce. I mean, there must have been people on that spot watching.

And the thief who scratched Trent's surveillance net probably held a secret gift.

These two are probably the same person.

But there were no people in the house who seemed to have such abilities.

If he was capable of hiding, he would have stuck with the Holton Chamber of Commerce. You can't be back in Azit the day before the negotiations.

Even for Gail, if he realized the fact that there was a suspicious person in the mansion, he would have chosen the hand to erase the signs and escape first.

Failure to do so would mean that Gail did not have the technology.

Which means there was another enemy.

The guy was watching the Holton Chamber of Commerce, and he saw this fire and ran back.

And he showed up to get rid of me, the unsub, and Matisse, the witness.

"It's you, isn't it? You stole the seeds of Queen Hua."

"Oh, you know that much? That's your answer."

A man with a loose sword. Me and this guy are afraid of being seen.

Then we don't have time for a relaxing conversation.

"Looks like he's still a kid, but you did it alone? It's a big deal, for example. Why don't you join hands with me?

"Definitely no!

I fly threads at men. An attack that shook large and vertical, causing it to have slashing characteristics.

In the dark, it should be difficult to perceive this attack. But the man showed this avoided without difficulty.

Fly away big, take the distance.

Even for me, the attack ahead was not something I expected to hit. The goal is to keep you away from Matisse.

Nevertheless, avoiding my steel thread this past night seems so accustomed to fighting in the dark.

Though there's a fire light, it's supposed to be pretty hard to see.

"Are you a yarn user? You have a sinister ability!

When a man shouts, he shakes his body loosely again.

And the next moment, it was coming right in front of me.

"What!?

"Shh!"

It's like a comma drop, a man's position flies. To a man with a unique moment, I retreated to open a distance that was packed tightly.

By flying two steel threads on my left hand side into the street tree behind me and pulling them forcefully, I'm off the spot.

Shortly afterwards, a man's short sword swept away my space.

When you re-establish your attitude and set up a katana, you scratch out the man again.

Perhaps a secret blessing. That ability is excellent at hiding, but it should not be superior enough to disappear from the state of sight.

Now the man was approaching me momentarily.

Exhalation to be spit out small. This is followed by the impending sword flash.

I take this in katana, sniff it, flush it.

"You're used to fighting, kid!

"Don't use strange gifts that way"

I have a secret gift, too, but I've never used it like a man.

This is only for ambush and reconnaissance. Yet this man is sublime for combat.

You can't disappear in front of me, but can you remove recognition for a moment? And in that moment alone, the battle changes the situation dramatically.

Stuff and remove the time in a moment out of recognition.

In combat, the thing of intermission is a very important element. The man holds the lead disappointingly using a covert gift that is non-combatant.

As a user of the same gift, I cannot forbid admiration.

I spent a lot of time training you because of the easy-to-use yarn gifts in battle.

And since establishing the style of ambush, the chances of slashing each other from the front are exceptionally diminished.

I guess this guy worked out only the gift of secrecy for combat and established such a style.

Honestly, I didn't think I'd try this use either. This is a way to make enemies stand on the front and use them without actually feeling the effect.

And when you do that during battle and think if it fails, it's not very much but I don't think I'm going to use it.

"He says he's got a good arm - a waste."

"No matter how strong the one-on-one is."

The only way to make a name for yourself in this world is to go to battlefield or hunt monsters.

But this way of fighting won't help you on the battlefield against a large number at once, and you'll also be disadvantaged by monsters approaching with a force push.

The way this man fights is a useful way to fight in a one-on-one situation only.

Otherwise, technology that can only be used in a dueling ground against the human Ones.

It seems that's why a man named Gail was the leader.

"Kid, I'm sorry, but we don't seem to have time. You have to die early!

I'm not going to die at this age.

Exchange words and slash knot again.

The hustle and bustle around us is close to the limit. In a few minutes, we'll be witnessed.

I was subtly out of position during the slash knot, and I gauged the timing and rushed from there into the darkness for a breath. Men, too, leave Matisse alone and come after me.

"Again, huh?"

The man was constantly watching the Holton Chamber of Commerce. It is unlikely, then, that Matisse had witnessed it.

It's no surprise you put me at the top of your list of priorities.

This is how I succeeded in keeping Matisse safe and moving the battlefield.