The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Francesca Burton is a nobleman.

I have two sisters upstairs who are attending the School of Magic because they were able to use magic.

As a family, he seemed to want us to take a safer path.

With scholars and merchants? Sure, you would have had more talent for Francesca.

But I liked magic. Imagination embodies reality.

The moment. The glow of magic. exhilaration when you use witchcraft.

Francesca Burton is a magician who likes magic.

Three women, though out of the house of nobility. I can't inherit the house.

My parents have raised me with affection, but I can tell you that any one of them has decided to go with a daughter-in-law to some nobleman.

Then it is up to me to leave the house to live as I please.

Butterfly. My parents raised me to be a flower - especially my father. I was so worried.

Although I disagreed more than that.

Still took action. Francesca Burton is a doer.

Albana School of Magic.

Many magic schools exist in the City of Sorcery, and everyone calls them the best.

A place where only aristocrats with quite a few titles or recognized talents were allowed to pass.

Francesca, who goes there, is also quite more noble than that.

She lacks the talent for witchcraft and is a student who can never be described as superior.

The rating from teachers is "sort of".

The classroom is slightly above the top, the practical skills are below the bottom, the hard worker and serious, but there is nothing notable about it.

That's the rating of a girl named Francesca from a teacher.

From a student's point of view, it's a little different again.

Serious honors students. I'm a little bad at practical skills, but I like seating and constant effort.

Most importantly, it looks like it.

The beautiful honey-colored hair is her pride, adding to her smile as if it had blossomed.

His personality is bright and he doesn't know much about people.

Better developed limbs than girls of the same age attract the gaze of male students better.

Large emerald eyes, rich breasts that can be considered disproportionate for luxurious shoulders, it is not abundance from obesity, but the hips are bracketed and the glutes show a seductive exuberance.

Among the Albana School of Magic, where there are many beautiful girls, there was an unmistakable beauty to say beautiful.

Jealousy from younger age and older age may only be added to envy.

Francesca, with more than that title, also had aspects as a prize than envy and favor for male students.

If you can favor her, you'll gain your own character.

If you line up next to such a beautiful girl, you'll also rise in stature as a man.

I can't help thinking, but as a boy of my age, I can't help but think so.

Not until the day after day, but I also received several confusing confessions. How many love letters did you get?

I was jealous because of it, but there's nothing I can do about it.

I changed my hairstyle to discreet or tried to thin my makeup but it was counterproductive.

As a person, I wanted to live a more peaceful college life, but my surroundings didn't allow me to do that.

The girl, lacking in witchcraft talent, was at the heart of the students, the fruit.

But that was six months ago.

Three students have been transferred to the Albana School of Magic.

It is customary for the admission ceremony to take place in the Three Months, and no transfer is allowed.

Even so, for the first time, a transfer student appeared at the right Albana School of Magic.

It's weirder not to talk about it.

Besides, it was the god killer (hero) who transferred in.

Francesca was surprised.

Legendary beings, such as those spoken of in the gaga, and spoken of by the hero Tan.

Thirteen heroes crusaded demon gods who terrorized humans and beasts.

Three of them are in the same college as themselves.

It's weirder not to be excited. It's weirder not to be interested.

Everyone tried to see his honorable face at first sight. Of course, Francesca was among them.

"Brave Man" Sowich Amagi.

"Virgin" Yayoi Amagi.

"The Great Demon Instructor" Aya Huyoo.

God-killing who crusaded the demon gods.

Owner of The Gift of the Goddess (Gift) summoned from different worlds.

A hero who saved the world, even though he's not much different from himself.

No one knows them.

And whatever you're doing now, the information is out there.

The only one, the thirteenth who let him go after the demon crusade. Except for him.

Range Yamada. Though his information is extremely scarce.

It is also said that the reason for this is because he wants it, but that he still continues to fight the army of the demon gods unknowingly.

Twelve god killers are the only ones who "are the only ones to receive the favor of the goddess Astraela".

Three of those thirteen. Those three came to the same college.

The class has become different, but if it rubs off in the hallway or something, I follow it naturally with my eyes.

Such a presence, or charm, was in them.

When I woke up and saw the light slipping through the gap in the curtain, I got up in a hurry and there was a sharp pain running all over my body.

I get bored on the bed.

Think with a confused head and realize that this room is quite a qualitative construction for your room.

So I finally remembered that I was on a journey now.

"Ahhh..."

Instead of before dowry, a voice leaks out of my throat that makes me wonder if I'm a pre adult girl.

After enduring that pain for a while, I managed to move. That's how I wake up slowly.

Unmatched quality pyjamas flaunt the adventurer.

"... it hurts"

It hurt when I first revealed the night in the wild, but today is more than that.

It's the first time I've had a muscle ache, and I don't know what to do.

The man I'm traveling with did say, with the massage in mind, but I did fall asleep yesterday tired and soon after the bath.

Probably because of it, I think.

I wish I had done a more proper massage while I was being draped, I regret.

But no matter how much I regret it, I don't lose my muscle aches.

I give up and decide to get dressed with patience.

Take off your fine silk pyjamas and wear thick, adventurous clothes and trousers.

I chose an outfit that didn't have a lot of body lines, but I can still see the feminine roundness from the top of the clothes.

Is that something to be happy about as a woman or sad as an adventurer?

With that in mind, I get dressed and sit in bed.

They told me I was off all day today, but I can't think of what to do.

Rather than that, my muscle aches and I don't want to move.

Even now that I'm sitting like this, my body's savings still hurt.

"Guys, what's going on?"

Mouth it, it makes me anxious.

Have all your alumni completed the exam yet?

Everyone who was close to each other is addressing the challenge of crusading demons with three heroes (god killers).

It would be an easy test for a hero who saved the world.

But for those of us who have never traveled, it is a difficult test.

Now, when I didn't have a party, and I was supposed to travel alone, I was at a loss.

I invited the brave men and those who couldn't party, but somehow I didn't get a colorful reply.

Maybe there was some pressure from my parents.

Anyway, I got to travel alone.

Just waiting, because it expires.

Where should I go and what should I aim for?

Wandering without knowing his right or left, he arrived in a village where he talked to the man in charge of the carriage and died.

Even if you're a student at the School of Magic, you don't have combat experience.

I believed that it would be easy to fight demons with witchcraft for no reason.

You have a hero the same age, so you can fight for yourself.

I'm sure everyone else would have thought so.

I hope everyone's okay, and I get up slowly thinking.

Again, physical savings hurt.

Patience the pain and walk out the door.

"You're hungry..."

The height of the sun seen through the window tells me that it's noon.

I've never slept so much before, I just have to laugh bitterly when I think.

That's how I got down to the first floor, which is the dining room, and I found a man traveling with me just having breakfast.

Mr. Range.

That's the adventurer I named.

Someone who helped me when I was dying.

I quickly defeated four goblins, awesome guy... I think.

I don't know.

I know you're strong, but I don't know who you really are.

I know all kinds of things, and you told me.

It's dependable, but it turns a favorable (sketchy) gaze like a boy his age.

That's it because I'm older, but I feel like I can't hate you.

I immediately stray from my gaze and don't feel evil (giggling) feelings like the boys.

Just looking at me. That's the way it is.

Is it that I care too much? That's what I think.

So, someone I'm not sure about.

I know we should be on guard, but it doesn't seem so bad.

Do you think so because you helped me get attacked by goblins, or is it Mr. Range's virtue?

"Good morning, Mr. Range"

"It's noon."

"... may I be present?

When he called out and sat down in his seat, Mr. Range was playing with his fingers with the medal as usual.

Pins, pins, and dry sounds reach your ears.

Even though he sat in his seat and played the medal in a sloppy way, he felt like he was like that.

You seem like an adventurer, I think.

Is that because the image of the adventurer in me feels crude?

Turn your gaze around, thinking rudely.

Is this what a country inn is? We only have a few guests and a few men from the village.

"Is muscle pain okay?

"... it hurts"

"Ha. Or so it is."

My answer was funny, I was laughed out loud.

Feeling laughed at for not being used to traveling, his gaze turned to his chest when he was embarrassed and leaned down.

I felt my gaze and rushed to hide it, but I was distracted from my gaze before that.

After all, I'm not sure.

You're a weird guy, I suppose.

"Mr. Range, what have you been doing?

I just woke up, too.

That's what I say and stretch.

I thought I smelled a little alcohol.

"It's lunchtime, isn't it?

I wonder if Mr. Range was tired, too.

When I was in the wild, I fell asleep tired and fast.

After that, I don't have to think about who did the fire.

He put up a tent, and he prepared a meal.

I just took my stuff and walked desperately so they wouldn't leave me.

Thinking about it makes me wonder how much trouble I've caused this guy.

Yesterday I was told, "Good luck at your own pace".

That's why I'm not an excuse for being sweet on that word.

At least until the oak crusade is over.

"I'm mostly asleep till this hour. Weak in the morning."

"Really?

There were a lot of things I wanted to say, but I guess that's what Mr. Range would say.

I didn't fall for it, but I decided to ask for breakfast while I did that.

Even so, I don't have much appetite, so I ordered a snack and a soup that seemed stomach-friendly.

Mr. Range raises his hand and asks for one meat dish with the same as mine.

I knew you were a man, and.

I can't afford meat to wake up.

"Speaking of which, I hear an oak lives in a nearby forest."

"Huh?"

That, all of a sudden, my head turned white for a moment in words.

Oak. The purpose of my journey.

Graduation Exams - Once this is over, I will be eligible to graduate from the Albana School of Magic.

And another purpose too......

"It looks a little troublesome, so I'm going to go scout tomorrow. Afterwards, decide whether to take the request"

I thought I was headed for a crusade right away, and they told me it was a reconnaissance first.

As far as I'm concerned, I think as soon as possible.

I think Mr. Range is more experienced (veteran) than I am.

Besides, regardless of my gaze, I think I can trust my attitude.

"Request?"

"The villagers asked me yesterday. I'll keep my mouth shut from Miss Francesca, but I need an oak crusade."

"Really?

Yesterday, I had a slight look on my face, but apparently I received a request while I was asleep.

I fell just for a day's journey, and I admire your strength.

Because you're used to traveling, or if you're an adventurer, who can move like Mr. Range?

"Okay. Can I come with you, too?

That said, he looked a little surprised.

Did I say something that weird?

"It's dangerous, isn't it?

"I'm ready for an oak crusade."

When I say that, I put my hands on my chin like I think.

Jaw with a prominent shaving residue and a mustache.

I don't think it's sloppy, but I also think it sounds like Mr. Range.

I thought it was right for this guy to say that it's because he's a relaxed person who wraps up the atmosphere, sloppy.

... Well, I don't like it just because it fits.

"I don't really recommend it."

"- Really?

But I didn't ask permission to accompany him.

I get discouraged about it and my voice sinks.

"Just being able to confirm, there are three orcs. I'm not sure I can protect you if I don't check the situation properly."

Does that mean you can fight while protecting me if you can properly check the situation?

Demons are a threat.

A high number means that it's in their favor.

Three of them have orcs, and they can fight while protecting me.

When you say that in the dark, you feel sorry for yourself.

Because this guy says he won't fight with me from the start, he'll fight while protecting me.

"Don't worry too much about it. The crusade is with us. It's your test."

You care about my expression, or you say that in a bright voice.

Somehow, I've been letting you worry about me ever since I first met you.

I'm ashamed of that, and I let my face down again.

"Here."

With that said, pin, and play the medal.

Mr. Range grabs the medal turned with his right hand.

Above the open palm, the medal is finely crafted and decorated with emerald gems centered.

Seven colorful gems surround the perimeter and find it quite expensive.

More importantly, it seemed very sacred.

... Because Range always plays with his fingers, the taste of difficulty (thanks) seems thin.

"Table. It's okay, I'll be right back"

Yes, Mr. Range says, at the same time, the dish he was asking for is carried.

Fang (Kaguwa) smell reaches her nose and irritates her stomach, which has not eaten breakfast.

"Ma, I'm off today. Let's cure the muscle aches first."

"Ugh..."

I'm ashamed of how that word works, and I lean down on my face again.

What was carried was white bread and salad, a soup full of vegetables with warm hot air.

Looks very tasty.

"I'll have it."

That's what I say, Mr. Range, who starts eating hand in hand.

Mr. Range's tray comes with the same dish I cooked, chopped and roasted oak meat in dice.

That looks delicious, too, I turn my gaze to Mr. Range's hand.

"The trick..."

"Hmm? Yeah, it's like a habit"

Sometimes I say thank you to the goddess before I eat.

In particular, church sisters, priests, etc., always do.

I also offer my thanks to the goddess during my family meal.

So I was curious.

…………

I felt like I had seen the “habit” somewhere.

I can't remember where I saw it.