Reborn as the Hero’s Daughter! Time to Become the Hero Once More! Chapter 297

Co dawn, the scroll in question was finally completed. I couldnt find words to express how thankful I was to Aste who played along with my sudden request and spent five hours on it.

Here, it has Polymorph sealed within. Needless to say, its single-use.

O-Okay Thanks.

Ive been relying on this guy one-sidedly. I wanted to pay him back in the future sohow.

He, however, was frowning quite a bit, perhaps dissatisfied with how the scroll turned out.

Whats wrong, is there a problem?

Yeah. To be honest, that scroll is incomplete as a magic item. I suppose it couldnt be helped since it was a rush job.

How is it different from the regular spell?

Maxwell, being the magic nerd he was, cut into our conversation. Even if it was a failed product, it could still be useful based on how you used it. Since he encountered one now, he couldnt just overlook it.

First, it forcibly draws out the users magic power, so a reaction occurs. Specifically, you cant use it in succession. If you use it once, you cant reuse the Polymorph spell itself again for the duration of a month.

Are you saying For example, if you use the scroll to transform, you can not reuse it for one month even if you used the spell normally?

Yeah, be it the scroll or your own spell, you will be unable to use Polymorph itself. You should keep that in mind.

Got it.

Also, that effect extends to the scrollmaker too, so it cant be mass-produced. In other words, I can only make one per month too.

Thats Troubling.

If possible, I wanted to go back to my previous form more frequently, but since I could only use it once and get it once per month, I couldnt store them up. Not just to et Cortina, I also wanted to keep it as a trump card for battles, so it was a little unfortunate.

Also, the spell effectiveness is also lowered. It forcefully draws out double the required magic power, while the effect is only around half a day.

Half a day, huh I suppose itll at least be enough for the confrontation.

There will also be tis when it is insufficient. As soone who has thrown himself into magic tool making, it makes quite a bit dissatisfied.

Arent you aiming too high there?

If it was my specialist wife instead I cant help but think that. But well, it was a rush job so it cant be helped. I will research it so more.

So your wife makes magic tools too? And yeah, sorry for rushing you.

Following that, he explained a few more things, and then I decided to use the scroll on the spot.

It was already dawn. Even if I used it now, it should last until the evening. It should have been enough to comfort Cortina.

Okay, here goes nothing

It is quite painful, so prepare yourself.

Yeah, leave it to . I am confident in my endurance.

I reassured the worried Maxwell with a baseless promise and activated the spell.

Apparently, this was not a technique for humans at one point. It has been forcefully adjusted to human use, so it was quite an absurd spell.

And now, it has been loaded into a scroll on top of all that, so the degree of perfection was even lower. What assaulted was the sharp pain stemming from that imperfectness.

Aghgah! Agfu AGHAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!?

My field of view got dyed in red, my body arching backward like a shrimp. And following that, I curled into a ball and fell onto the floor.

My flesh lted, my bones broke, and they were forcefully reconstructed. The sensation that was far from re discomfort assaulted every part of my body.

In my brain, I could hear my nerves snapping one by one, and my ears were ringing as if theyd burst any mont.

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It was unbearable pain even for who had experienced death once.

Tornted by it, I writhed in pain for Who knows how long. Perhaps it was only an instant, perhaps a few hours.

I could longer grasp how long I laid there gritting my teeth, almost to the point of breaking, and endured the pain.

But before long, that pain started to go away, and so did my consciousness.

Awake.

I heard Maxwells relaxed voice. His familiar voice forcefully brought my consciousness back.

Opening my eyes, I was t with Aste and Maxwell with worried expressions.

How do you feel?

At his question, I brought my hand to my face.

It was no longer the slim hand that I had gotten used to seeing in these eleven years. No, accurately speaking, it was still slim but also strong, and the fingers were long, but also rough and bony like the fingers of a strong person.

Yeah, I think Im fine.

Even the voice coming from my mouth belonged to the of the old.

I tried moving my limbs around, but while the uncomfortable feeling was still there, there were no abnormalities.

How long was I out?

Only a few minutes. I woke you up right after the spell was over.

So this is the reason you dont use it in battles. Makes not want to ever experience it again.

It was painful enough to make even faint. If it was Maxwell, he would definitely get knocked out too. If he fainted in the middle of a battle, it would make holding the line difficult.

Then I finally stood up and looked around.

My point of view was about 40 cm higher. The mirror set against the wall reflected my old self.

The mont I saw my body, I felt like so kind of switch got flipped inside .

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My consciousness that was still biologically girly until then seed to have switched completely into that of a man.

Yeah Im back, huh.

Only for half a day, that is.

Thats fine for now. Just gotta do whatever I can in that ti. Oh, right. Can we leave your compensation for later?

Sure. Ill just choose sothing from your hideout. Im not gonna rip you off, dont worry.

That would save the trouble.

Den was there too, so he wouldnt take too much.

That aside, Cortinas matter ca first.

It was already nearing the ti for the sun to show its head. Cortina probably finished her hunt already too.

Looks like a good ti to return.

Well then, let us return at onceReid.

Maxwell addressed with a smile, his words filled with nostalgia.

Similarly, I responded back with a thumbs up.

Co dawn, the scroll in question was finally completed. I couldnt find words to express how thankful I was to Aste who played along with my sudden request and spent five hours on it.

Here, it has Polymorph sealed within. Needless to say, its single-use.O-Okay Thanks.

Ive been relying on this guy one-sidedly. I wanted to pay him back in the future sohow.

He, however, was frowning quite a bit, perhaps dissatisfied with how the scroll turned out.

Whats wrong, is there a problem?

Yeah. To be honest, that scroll is incomplete as a magic item. I suppose it couldnt be helped since it was a rush job.

Maxwell, being the magic nerd he was, cut into our conversation. Even if it was a failed product, it could still be useful based on how you used it. Since he encountered one now, he couldnt just overlook it.

First, it forcibly draws out the users magic power, so a reaction occurs. Specifically, you cant use it in succession. If you use it once, you cant reuse the Polymorph spell itself again for the duration of a month.

Are you saying For example, if you use the scroll to transform, you can not reuse it for one month even if you used the spell normally?

Yeah, be it the scroll or your own spell, you will be unable to use Polymorph itself. You should keep that in mind.

Got it.

Also, that effect extends to the scrollmaker too, so it cant be mass-produced. In other words, I can only make one per month too.

If possible, I wanted to go back to my previous form more frequently, but since I could only use it once and get it once per month, I couldnt store them up. Not just to et Cortina, I also wanted to keep it as a trump card for battles, so it was a little unfortunate.

Also, the spell effectiveness is also lowered. It forcefully draws out double the required magic power, while the effect is only around half a day.

Half a day, huh I suppose itll at least be enough for the confrontation.

There will also be tis when it is insufficient. As soone who has thrown himself into magic tool making, it makes quite a bit dissatisfied.

Arent you aiming too high there?

If it was my specialist wife instead I cant help but think that. But well, it was a rush job so it cant be helped. I will research it so more.

Following that, he explained a few more things, and then I decided to use the scroll on the spot.

It was already dawn. Even if I used it now, it should last until the evening. It should have been enough to comfort Cortina.

Okay, here goes nothing

It is quite painful, so prepare yourself.

I reassured the worried Maxwell with a baseless promise and activated the spell.

Apparently, this was not a technique for humans at one point. It has been forcefully adjusted to human use, so it was quite an absurd spell.

And now, it has been loaded into a scroll on top of all that, so the degree of perfection was even lower. What assaulted was the sharp pain stemming from that imperfectness.

Aghgah! Agfu AGHAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!?

My field of view got dyed in red, my body arching backward like a shrimp. And following that, I curled into a ball and fell onto the floor.

My flesh lted, my bones broke, and they were forcefully reconstructed. The sensation that was far from re discomfort assaulted every part of my body.

In my brain, I could hear my nerves snapping one by one, and my ears were ringing as if theyd burst any mont.

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It was unbearable pain even for who had experienced death once.

Tornted by it, I writhed in pain for Who knows how long. Perhaps it was only an instant, perhaps a few hours.

I could longer grasp how long I laid there gritting my teeth, almost to the point of breaking, and endured the pain.

But before long, that pain started to go away, and so did my consciousness.

Awake.

I heard Maxwells relaxed voice. His familiar voice forcefully brought my consciousness back.

Opening my eyes, I was t with Aste and Maxwell with worried expressions.

How do you feel?

At his question, I brought my hand to my face.

It was no longer the slim hand that I had gotten used to seeing in these eleven years. No, accurately speaking, it was still slim but also strong, and the fingers were long, but also rough and bony like the fingers of a strong person.

Yeah, I think Im fine.

Even the voice coming from my mouth belonged to the of the old.

I tried moving my limbs around, but while the uncomfortable feeling was still there, there were no abnormalities.

How long was I out?

Only a few minutes. I woke you up right after the spell was over.

It was painful enough to make even faint. If it was Maxwell, he would definitely get knocked out too. If he fainted in the middle of a battle, it would make holding the line difficult.

Then I finally stood up and looked around.

My point of view was about 40 cm higher. The mirror set against the wall reflected my old self.

The mont I saw my body, I felt like so kind of switch got flipped inside .

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My consciousness that was still biologically girly until then seed to have switched completely into that of a man.

Yeah Im back, huh.

Only for half a day, that is.

Thats fine for now. Just gotta do whatever I can in that ti. Oh, right. Can we leave your compensation for later?

Sure. Ill just choose sothing from your hideout. Im not gonna rip you off, dont worry.

Den was there too, so he wouldnt take too much.

That aside, Cortinas matter ca first.

It was already nearing the ti for the sun to show its head. Cortina probably finished her hunt already too.

Looks like a good ti to return.Well then, let us return at onceReid.

Maxwell addressed with a smile, his words filled with nostalgia.

Similarly, I responded back with a thumbs up.