The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

It's like scratching a blackboard with a nail, and a demon with earthy skin waves down the gain in his hand.

Goblin. The demon that would have fought most in this other world. In the deep woods, its decadence stands out, and just being approached is likely to give me goosebumps.

Forest of Magic.

A place I visited the other day to collect spiritual grass. I was attacked by goblins then too, but today is a more troublesome situation than then.

Whatever it is, it springs up so much that I'm going to whine inside to see if I'm still there. I want you to give me a break. I think so, but the goblins will flock to me soon after sighing.

I got a request with you today, and the elves I'm partying with aren't within sight. Probably even on a tree. The bow has an image that is easier to aim from a high point.

With that in mind, I turn the iron knife in my hand with a kurli.

"They're coming."

"I know."

There's no way, the goblins are coming from the front.

That goblin blow is missed with an iron knife in his right hand, and the long sword that the goblin had pierces the ground.

Step on that sword in a hurry to pull it out, flashing an iron knife. I couldn't cut it off, but there was blood coming out of my torn throat.

Returning blood contaminates the coat (cape) and the goblin falls to the front. But the surviving goblins have no qualms about how their fellow countrymen are doing. The next one comes running up oddly from behind.

"That's a lot."

This is the sixth one. At the same time as looking back, the seventh goblin dies after being shot through the head with a bow.

He falls down with the momentum he was running, rolling beside me. Todome won't be necessary, he's completely dead. Make sure the rolling goblin is dead with only his gaze, and turn back to the eighth and ninth.

I don't even look at my fellow shooters. I'm just in the way in this situation right now, like thank you.

I'll kill him, my people will shoot him out with a bow.

"Still gushing - when you get here, it's going to gush infinitely."

"Give me a break"

He flashes his knife where there is nothing and flies the blood on the blade. The sharpness is dropping. The blade is also missing from it. You won't be able to get attacked again and again. I tongue-in-cheek about it.

What's wrong with dealing with demons with an iron knife in the first place?

That's how I decided to borrow the longsword, which is the goblin product I just planted. The iron knife switches to your left. Pulling out the sword with a stab on the ground is going to lose a little balance on its weight.

I've been using iron knives for a long time lately, so suddenly when I have heavy scores, I feel harder to use than I need to. The weight of the scratch is something I haven't felt in a long time.

"I don't like heavy"

"Do you want to use me?

I shall refrain from doing so. If you don't have any money, you can't help it, but if you're not having trouble with weapons, I don't want to rely on Ermenhilde. Besides, if I pull out the god killing weapon, they'll know who I am. That stinks.

I can't help it if it's a dangerous situation, but I can tell you that it's still fine to this extent.

"With a mattomo sword, I can handle it to the extent of a goblin... maybe"

"Well, there's an elf archer."

"Uhm."

At the same time I respond that way, waving a long sword toward the two goblins that were on their way.

It was a one-handed blow, but a flash sharper than I thought would slash and tear one shoulder running straight from the front, with the blade reaching to the chest. But I don't have enough power to cut it off, and I can't get it out of Goblin's body.

"Shit."

The other one, who was side-by-side with the one he just killed, waves up a rusty, worn axe in his hand.

A blow aimed at the face, but kicks the empty torso with a forward kick faster than it arrives. The meat crumbles over the boots of the skin and the feel of crushing something solid reaches your feet.

Sooner than I feel uncomfortable with that feeling, the goblin kicking forward at the counter turns forward and vomits.

Don't miss that gap, and when you pull the long sword out of Goblin's body to leave it to power, you smack that head open.

"Phew."

"That was a little dangerous."

He said, "Not a little bit."

Throw away the bloody long sword and replace the iron knife with your right hand.

Again, this one is easier to use. However, if I could, it would be very light and easy to use a long score.

Exhale loudly, thinking about it. Tired. Physically and mentally. The battle, which has no end in sight, makes me wonder how long it will last. As it is, I get a big feeling that I just don't like it.

Deep forest, growing grass trees. All the trees that are hundreds of years old have caught my eye, and the clean signs I felt the other day have just been swallowed up by the creepy dark woods.

Doing so will unnaturally shake the bush again. What emerged from it was still goblins. And he's armed. Four more... deeper sighs.

But one of us is shot through the head with a tree arrow and is doomed. The goblins left in the matter are instantly upset, and in the meantime, another is finished with a tree arrow.

How many would you have done with this?

With that in mind, the two remaining goblins are coming at me.

"You still won't run away"

That's weird.

Ermenhilde shrugs. Me, too, and Elf, the archer, would think.

Weird. No matter how many goblins, you should be able to feel the power difference if your people get killed so far. In the first place, it can be said that goblins, which are wild, are more sensitive than humans when it comes to the area.

Even so, goblins never show any signs of escape.

It strikes my tongue. Our health is not infinite. Even if the weapon is rotten, the user says it is to the extent that it has a little hair. And close to thirty.

How much is left of an elf arrow? With that in mind, one of the goblins that was coming at me gets shot through the chest by a tree arrow and dies.

"This one."

He was rolling at his feet, taking a worn axe in his hand and throwing it at Goblin.

Aim, momentum and power, everything is a sweet attack, but the axe thrown is played by goblins.

For a moment, the next fateful iron knife pierced Goblin's face. Stand up on the spot and fall off your knees at the next moment.

Everything goes away, both the deafening voices that were echoing earlier, and the sound of the sword trident. Silence enough to make my ears hurt.

Counting fifteen seconds in your heart, novice goblins aren't gushing. There, exhale one.

"Stop it."

"... thank goodness"

"Not at all - you could fight more with me"

"This is my limit."

Yes, shoulder to shoulder. Oh, I'm really tired.

Count the bodies of goblins rolling around with their gaze. Twelve. I lean my neck against the number I was counting during the battle.

Is that where the restraint is? With that in mind, an elf man fell out of the sky.

Well, I guess I was sniping on a tree branch, too.

"Are you really human?

"Well, you're not an elf"

That's what I give back to the sudden words, pulling out the iron knife that was poking me in the face of the goblin.

Leaning his neck in his heart about the number of bodies not matching him, he flashes an iron knife and pays off the blood of the goblin that was left on the blade.

Goblin. Although he is arguably the most major demon on the continent of Imnesia......

"Isn't that too much?

"Right."

It is occasional to go out to the meadows and encounter demons at the request of herb collection. The encounter rate is probably higher than in the meadows, as we are coming to the Forest of Magic for the collection of psychic drugs this time.

That in itself is not particularly surprising, but today's is too many boulders. I don't know where the caves are or where the goblins live, but it's not the number I encounter near the entrance to these woods.

I'm confident that I'm used to traveling here. Do not inadvertently approach places where demons are likely to gather. There was no such thing as a forest entrance. When the battle began, it was meant to be over soon.

Indeed, goblins have a herd habit. That habit is what they say is troublesome about goblins, but nevertheless -.

Besides, I felt like I was killing myself. No matter how few this one is, it's weird that it's coming from the front. I think it's weird where my people are headed, even when they're killed. I don't feel like the usual goblin behavior.

Those who are not retarded, if they are all numbered, surround them, weaken them, and then try to stop them.

Even so, the goblins that had attacked earlier made no use of the land's interests: in the woods, and attacked the dark clouds from the front. That's why I tilt my neck.

Did Ermenhilde feel anything, too, its voice is low?

The clean forest air feels tainted with the smell of blood and I feel a little sick.

"Are you okay over there?

"Oh, no problem. Looks like you're safe too."

"I'm tired enough to want to cry. Demon Crusade is a punishment for a while."

When I clasped my shoulders, I was sighed.

I don't feel like I've heard a sigh of twitching from my pocket.

"Your character is hard to understand."

"You're easy to understand. I hate trouble, I want to make things easier."

"Work Seriously"

Though I would work seriously. So this is how we dive into the forest of magic today and look for spiritual grass.... I'm starting to feel like I don't care about such a request anymore. I'm really tired. I want to go home and sleep.

Still, I was collecting psychotropic drugs with you today, but I didn't expect you to be attacked by goblins -.

"Apparently, we may have an affair with goblins."

"Disgusting edge."

All together, laugh small.

Even at the first request, I remember being asked to crusade the goblins.

And this time too, Goblin attacked me in the middle of a request. Maybe I'm really on edge. With goblins.

... really bad edge. I'd like to work safer.

"Wasn't that odd, Goblin, earlier?

"Hmm... sure, don't feel like you were killing me more than usual"

Elves that attach fingers to their shaped jaws and close their eyes to think about something.

Maybe I can think of something. I guess I don't talk about it because I'm not so trusted yet.

Don't worry about it, I'll kneel next to Goblin's body.

'You're just a corpse. I don't feel any special magic.'

"I knew it."

Confirm the body without putting the iron knife in the sheath, but nothing has changed. If Ermenhilde doesn't feel anything, I guess he does. Well, neither I nor this guy are oblivious to magic.

I come up with a few causes, but they're all less credible. Demon kings and demons can manipulate demons, but they basically don't come out of the Arbenelm continent, the land of demons. Now that the demon gods have been crusaded, we shouldn't be able to leave that continent more than before.

Slippery blood makes my fingers wet, but that's the usual thing. Pinch the red blood with your fingers, but that doesn't change either.

Would you care too much?

Maybe the goblins just swarmed.

"If you don't know, doesn't it make sense to look into it?"

"Right. Besides, if there's a change in the forest demons, we'll notice our elves."

"Or so it is."

Elves would be more sensitive around here than I am. Especially in the woods.

Cut off the fangs for crusade confirmation from the corpse of a street goblin and put the knife in the sheath to exhale one breath.

The smell of blood wrapped around my nasal cavity, making me flatter my face. I'm used to smelling blood, but that's not why I like it.

Plus, there's a lot of crap coming to the iron knife. It's time to get suspicious just grinding. When I get back to the magic city, I think I'll take a look around to see if I have any good weapons.

... If I did that, Elmenhilde would be stubborn again.

"I'm tired of fighting goblins any more, why don't you just gather your spiritual pills and go home"

"Right."

Even as an elf, you'd want to avoid polluting the forest too much with demonic blood.

Well, it seems unforgivable that there are demons in the woods.

I walk out with that in mind.

"That's not funny."

You know what?

More than that, take a note out of your pocket.

It's a note with a request. The client has Ami's name. The request is for herb collection together. The reward amount is fifty-five pieces of copper coin. It is a reward for breaking.

"What. Are you getting anything besides this request?

"That's the place."

A few days have passed since the array, but the rewards are increasing day by day.

I guess it's mucky over there. It's just funny to imagine.

"... you look disgusting"

"Born, leave me alone"

I guess it's time to go see him.

As Ermenhilde said the other day, the reward could be a single gold coin even though it is a request for herb collection as it is.

Gold coins are beyond the limits of a child's allowance. Well, he's a country hero by the bend, so he seems to have more money than me. But if they find out that I made fun of Ami and let her do that, what kind of eyes can they see from everyone else...

Well, even playing will make you realize. After realizing it, he's going to be pissed.

'Not at all - so scared to see you?

"Huh."

Respond to the words of Ermenhilde, exhale and respond. As usual, the phrase is too direct a ball, but it really comes into my chest.

Couldn't argue because it's the right answer or because there's an elf right next door who's a third party?

Without knowing either of them, just exhale and go through the woods.

"It's just been a year. It wouldn't even be a bond that could be cut to that extent. '

Inside the pocket, finger the edge of the medal.

As always, stroke your partner too straight, quietly.

If there wasn't an elf walking next door right now, how would I have returned it?

Well, anyway. I guess you'll find out the answer as soon as you meet Soichi and the others.

Was it a goblin anomaly or was it just bad luck? I care about that, but it won't matter to me anyway. I am not going to stick my neck in trouble, and it is the job of the brave man (protagonist) to solve the trouble. It's not me.

That's it. Break it up...

"I hope nothing happens."

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Still, I hope nothing happens.

I hate trouble. Because I came to this world and got caught up in it.

… I want to be at peace as much as I want after saving the world.