Reborn as a hero's daughter, the hero aims to be a hero again.

Chapter I. Near Death.

''Don't die!"

　The young elf child was screaming, her face smeared with tears, snot and drool.

　A small, firmer hand is pressed against the chest of the fallen youth.

　Blood was pouring out of it unceasingly, and some of his internal organs were protruding from a cut that reached into his abdomen.

　She holds it down and struggles to hold on to the young man's life, even if only a little.

'I can't die, ...... Raid-sama!

　The young man tried to wipe the child's tears with his left hand and ...... gave up.

　His left arm was already shattered and immobile.

　He wiped the girl's cheek with his only remaining right arm. Instead of tears, a sticky smear of blood was smeared on it.

　The blood belonged to the young man and at the same time to the enemy he had defeated.

　In the corner of the young man's vision was the corpse of the demon god he had defeated.

　On the other side were the hunched-over children. They were children who had narrowly escaped the sacrificial ritual.

　Only this girl among them moved and rushed to tend to the young man.

　Further in the other direction were the children who had been sacrificed too late and had died, as well as the priest who had been the source of the deaths.

'Don't cry ......, big ...... strong.'

　It can't be all right. The young man had already prepared himself for his own death.

　Yet he declared that he was okay for one reason.

　Because his companions, who should have been here, had disappeared.

　The girl who always drew the correct answer and was even called a sage. She has disappeared.

　She couldn't have disappeared for nothing.

　Then there is only one possible reason. She went to call for help. Because I ordered her to.

　She wasn't very good at magic.

　Still, she was probably more proficient than most, but she would not have been strong enough to help a young man who was on the verge of death.

　That is why she left the place to call for someone who could help. She let them leave.

'So ...... it's okay, it's ......'

　He squeezed out so much effort that he vomited blood - in fact, he did a lot of haemoptysis - to comfort the girl.

　She will probably die herself. In the unlikely event that his friends went to call for help, it is almost certain that they would not be able to reach him in time.

　That is why I wanted to reassure this girl.

'I - won't die ......, so ........ ......'.

　Words that cannot be defended.

　Leaving them behind, the young man - one of the heroes called Shadow Feather, Raid died .......

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