The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

The sun went down and I was walking down the darkened corridor. My whole body hurts because I still have daytime training (Sigoki) damage.

The cold air touches my skin and gives me goosebumps. Stone hallway, but the footsteps are terribly small because of the fine carpet being pulled. I groan for muscle pain and my footsteps become irregular.

Shelves decorated with expensive ornaments. Beautiful flowers. Silver knight armor. Small magic light. They float in the darkness of the night, adorned by the hallway.

That was a little scary, and I was fast paced not knowing it was cold air apart from cold air. It was quiet. The footsteps only make the May fly a little.

The destination is the chapel that lies ahead.

It's not what you want to do. It was just my routine.

Statue of a goddess in its chapel. It's not real, it's not like I'm living in a soul. A statue of a goddess made of silver, only in shape in the true sense.

How long would you have walked alone down the hallway on a dark night? In front of me, there was a door big enough to look up. Use your entire body to push the door open. The door was heavier than I thought, and when I entered the chapel, my breath was slightly raised.

That's how we got to the chapel. At the end of your gaze. Luxurious stained glass colours the ceiling and surrounding windows. Illuminated by the light of pale magic, blue, red, yellow, green, purple… various colors are expressed as night.

It was beautiful by the time it was fantastic, and the silver statue of the goddess at the bottom of the chapel, whose stained glass was colored, had a mystical beauty.

Statue imitating the goddess Astraela.

A pillar in the God of the three pillars that created this world. The goddess who presided over the light and created man.

It is assumed that the bigger the statue placed in a normal temple or the like, the better, but the sole placed in this place was the size of a human being, which is why there was beauty, mystery.

I tried to shut the door quietly, but the thick wooden door makes a dry noise. The sound of closing the door to the chapel sounds.

Exhale one breath.

Nothing, there is no decision that you should not come to this place late at night. But a deserted chapel makes me wonder if I'm doing something wrong.

As it is, I walk over to the statue of the goddess to be attracted.

He says he's walking on the carpet, but he gets the hang of it and the footsteps. Is it the air that's cold, or the cold air emitted by the statue of the Silver Goddess? I don't know either of them, but I'm going to be imprisoned for wanting to stop at the spiritual cold.

But I won't stop.

Sometimes I feel attracted. Very little, though.

Walk over to the Silver Goddess. Reach out. - Just before you touch it, stop your hand. He says he hasn't touched it, but the coolness of silver deprives him of the heat at his fingertips. As if it's frozen, I can't move my fingers.

That can't be happening. I smile so bitterly, I take my fingers off the statue of the Silver Goddess. The silence at night is cold and I think I can even hear my tinnitus. I'm alone in a place like this. I suddenly got scared of that fact and walked out with my back to the statue of the goddess.

But I felt like they called me a name right after that. The ghost or the ghost, looking around. In the first place, is it also punishable that a ghost springs up in the chapel? Think so, exhale. Unexpectedly, I felt my gaze overlap with the statue of the goddess.

What did I think at this time?... I still remember.

- I want to go home.

When he wakes up, the familiar borough ceiling exhales with relief in his sight.

I miss it - but my heart sinks heavily into what wasn't a very good dream.

When I was just summoned to this world. My dreams when I was desperately scratching my feet, expecting some cheat traits, understanding that I was useless.

He taught the Knights how to fight, read books late at night, and was exhausted and praying to the statue of the goddess.

He wants to go home.

"What's up?

"Ainya. I just had a bad dream."

"... right"

I'm not saying anything more. In my atmosphere, I guess I understood roughly what kind of dream it was. He is indeed a well-made partner.

Take the medal on the pillow (Ermenhilde) and pinch the edge with your finger.

"Today, can I sleep all day?

"Work, like a carriage horse."

"... you're a terrible partner, you are"

That's right, laugh, get out of bed. Well, I guess I'll try my best today.

Heading to the guild, there was an unfamiliar look on the counter.

As always, I find it troublesome to get a curious gaze from the other adventurers when I enter the building.

The request made by Soichi and the others to take the demon tribe to Wang Capital is still a week away. In the meantime, when I wonder if I will be exposed to this gaze, I think I can't help but sigh.

From Elmen Hilde, she's glad I'm in the spotlight. I want you to give me a break.

I don't have that kind of gaze today. Finally, I thought you were getting tired of me, but today you seem interested in a rare client, not me.

It was the white girl at the counter.

White, long hair is wrapped in ponytails, and the outfit is covered with a white coat (cape).

The little body tells me that person is a girl, and he's about the same height as my abdomen. I can't see the expression because it's behind me, but I can predict that the girl looks pretty good at catching people's eyes.

Adventurers - more than that, that's what men say. I'd rather be a pretty girl, too.

And most importantly, it's on its head that catches the eye, it would be the tail of the sieve visible from the hem of the beast ear and coat reminiscent of the dog. From the look of his tail, he's probably not just a dog, he's a werewolf beast.

The beast man himself is not so uncommon. Sometimes I see them all over the city. I don't know why the white girl is gathering her gaze so far, but, well, it's none of my business, so I take a notebook where the counter collects requests for a sampling system.

Don't forget to steal a glimpse of the girl's side at that time. And, inadvertently, the girl turns her gaze this way and looks up.

All of a sudden, I'm just a little surprised.

"Something?

"No, nothing. I just thought white beasts were rare."

"Really? You're an honest man, you are."

You're a pale kid, he said. That's the first impression.

As much as you noticed my gaze, so I guess the feeling is sharp. I'm not too surprised there because it's not unusual for an Orc.

When I turned my gaze to the girl at the reception, I was somehow turned to a troubled gaze. My usual smile also makes me feel like some cramped thing.

"What's wrong with you?

"That's... I brought you a request, but the contents."

Request with a problem with the content?

Interested in the matter, he turns his gaze next door again.

"What kind of request is that?

"I want you to take me to the King's Capital. Right now."

When I hear that much and turn my gaze towards the girl in reception, I shake my neck sideways like I'm in trouble.

I agree with the receptionist on the inside, too.

"That's hard right now. It will take seven days, no matter how fast it takes to reach the King's capital."

Let the horses run full of life. You can't move for seven days without a decent rest, so it'll probably take about ten days.

In response, the girl at the reception is nodding in tune.

But the white girl in front of you is a difficult face.

"Can't we hurry up a little bit?

"I guess I can't. Unless you have a better way to get around than a horse... there's not much of that."

All I can think of is the dragon that the 'Demon Man' girl was using, but I don't know where Raw Hate and she is right now.

That dragon will get you to the King's Capital in about two days. Maybe shorter.

But it doesn't make sense to tell this girl what she can't use.

"Hmm. Right."

"You seem to have a translation."

Otherwise, you wouldn't be bringing a request like this to your guild.

And don't tell me you're happy that the girl's in trouble. Besides, I don't like trouble. I want this partner to understand.

"Trouble?

"Oh, I'm in trouble. Awesome."

Attach those thin fingers to the shaped jaw and think. I guess you're drawing the guiding principles for the future in your head.

The receptionist's gaze turns to me. The gaze told me eloquently to do something about this girl.

"Are you hungry?

"Hmm? Sure, I've only eaten dried meat the last few days..."

"Shall I belly first? If you were hungry, you wouldn't even work your head off, would you?

"... Mm. But I'm in a hurry."

When I say that, I get annoyed and give it back.

Enough to sit at the Alliance counter, I guess it's an important request. At the same time, I feel hungry and frustrated.

"I don't think it would make much difference if I ate dinner and then thought about the future. Repeating the question here will not change the answer"

"So if you get bloated, a good idea comes to mind?

"Well. But your head will work better than when you're hungry."

Look down as the girl thinks.

I felt like the gaze from the receptionist was urging me to work harder.

"I see. It makes sense"

"I'm glad you understand. Then inflate your belly in the nearby cafeteria..."

"But I don't have a hand"

Trying to introduce a cheap, delicious dining room nearby there, the next word stops in that one.

When you look at the receptionist, you look at me like you're surprised. Apparently, we hadn't talked about the reward yet.

"What were you going to do with the reward for the request?

"Pay with your body"

Is that what you're saying when you know what it means?

In the corner of his sight, the receptionist was shaking beside him with a momentum that seemed to sound like a bump in the neck. Well, is there any way the Alliance would admit such a perverse reward?

That's what I think, I exhale.

"I know it's a bad idea."

"Why? Even so, I'm good at hunting. I'm confident any demon can beat you."

It's your body.

Again, now sigh with the receptionist.

"Kukukuku, you're a funny beast inside"

"Hey, ear growth"

'I don't know what that means, but I feel pretty stupid there. Range'

And the receptionist, who could not hear Elmen Hilde, was blushing mistakenly because she thought she had been told.

That would make you angry or argue. Reddening your face may be less experienced like that. It's the first time.

"In the meantime, do you want it for dinner? Tired."

But I don't have a hand.

"I'll pay you about a meal. I'm tired, so I want to take a break."

"What about work?

Later.

In this situation, there would be no option to leave this white girl alone.

"Are you sure?

"Oh. Shall we talk about a request while we eat? Maybe you two could come up with a good idea."

"Hmm. You seem like a good man."

When they say that, I don't feel bad.

It hurts a little bit in the nostalgia, but well, sometimes this kind of help would be good. It's suspicious if you can call it help.

"It's my hobby to do good deeds once a day."

"That's a very good thing."

"You've never heard that before, have you?

It's the first time I've said that. If I had done good deeds once a day, I think that person would be a saint.

"What's wrong with you?

If I talk about that, I can call you from behind.

Looking back, there stood a woman with a fluffy atmosphere somewhere she was used to seeing and a young man with a neat face elf. It is Miss Francesca and Faerona. I was concentrating on the story, and I didn't notice until I could talk to him.

These two seem to work well together to see if they go well with each other at the party. As a party of beautiful men and women, it attracts attention.

Looks like you're in trouble.

Yes, turn your gaze to the white girl.

"Oh, I'm in so much trouble"

"... is that like being prestigious?

Fayrona says in a frightened voice somewhere.

"Not prestigious"

"It looks like a grand breeze to me."

Well, it wouldn't be like putting your chest up and saying, I agree with Ermenhilde.

"Better than that, I'm hungry"

"Okay, okay. If we talk about rice, now it's sole?

"It's always been all dried meat and weed"

"That's amazing. Sounds good to me."

When I said that, I had my chest stretched for some reason. I'm not complimenting you.

"How about the Francesca ladies join us? It's a little early for lunch."

"Right. I'd like to be with you because of your invitation."

That said, Miss Francesca looks up at Faerona.

"I haven't even gotten a request yet. Whatever you want."

"No, I know you're asking if you're coming, too."

"... Really?"

Something's missing, you.

When I turn my gaze so flashy, I get a flashy look.

"Ma, okay. Let's go to the nearby dining room."

"Uhm. Nice to meet you"

"It's not like you're going to enjoy your meal."

I agree with that Elmenhilde saying.

Well, I don't even have that much of a personality to care about. If we find a solution to the request, we'll break up.

I hate trouble.

He groans like that again in his heart and leaves the guild. The desired dining room is next door to two houses from the guild.

Because of its predominantly adventurous audience, there are many dishes on the menu that are likely to be refined, as well as alcohol.

And even though it's daytime, some customers are drinking. Miss Francesca is not familiar with this kind of store, it seems rare and slightly funny.

'Don't drink, okay?

I don't have a taste for drinking during the day. Sit back in the right seat listening to Elmen Hilde.

A white girl sits on my left, like surrounding a wooden round table. Miss Francesca to the right and Faerona the elf to the front. For a moment I think it's a flower in both hands, and I think it's me too.

Pass the menu provided for the table to the white girl and exhale one breath. How did this happen? Even now, there is a sigh of relief in unnecessary expenses.

Here's what happens as soon as your nostrils get a little warm. It makes me realize that the strings in my purse are loose.

"I think I'll get out myself."

"Naturally. I don't have a hobby for men."

"You're tough."

You know what?

'Cause it's sweet on a woman...'

I'd like you to stop telling me like I'm not fooling a woman.

Still, I'm going to be choosing people to luxury.

"So,"

I turn my gaze to the white girl who was eager to look at the menu. You noticed my gaze, that face turns this way.

"What's up? I haven't decided what to ask for yet."

"At least tell me your name. I'm Lotus."

"Is that where you're from...? My name is Francesca Burton."

"It's Faerona."

"Mm-hmm. I'm sorry that I won't even name the person who's going to buy me a meal. It's Mululu."

"Come on."

"... I feel like I'm being treated like a purse, Range"

I don't feel like it, they're treating me like a purse, Elmen Hilde.

What is it, this girl? I don't know what to do with the first type of girl I meet.

Is it good to be angry or should I be flushed like this? Miss Francesca is turning a troubled gaze here somewhere, and Faerona is the same Buddha top.

"Okay, I've made up my mind."

"You're a my-paced guy..."

Exhale so, and make Miss Mululu's order a clerk.

But it's a brilliant meat dish. Can you eat two dishes?

Honestly, Miss Mululu's body is small. Compared to Miss Francesca, the extra small becomes noticeable.

"It's a luxury corner, so don't leave it behind, okay?

"No problem. I can eat twice that."

Let's eat with that little body.

"You're going to ask for luxury, but you're going to ask for two dishes?

"I don't think I'm sorry. I really do... but honestly, when I thought about cooking other than dried meat, there was nothing I could do. Sorry, Range"

"... in the first place, I thought dried meat was cooking"

"Not at all."

You're right, I snort.

"Don't worry about it. I'm the one who said I'd be extravagant. I'll protect what I said."

"You're still a good man, you are."

"Give me a break. It's just a pain in the ass."

"Is it illuminating?

It's not lit. Knock on Hermenhilde and shut him up when he says weird things.

"So, Miss Mululu..."

"There is no need for a lady. This is still a fine adult."

He gets his chest up so proudly, but he's hiding in his jacket (cape), so I don't know how grown up he is. Honestly, it'll just look right.

"Okay, Mululu. So, what's your request? And without a single sentence."

"There's something a little more profound about that."

"Is this a profound situation?

"Hmm. I helped an adventurer on the street the other day, but he stole my wallet that night."

Rather than profound circumstances, it was a very easy reason to understand.

When I helped people, they betrayed me. I can't say anything, and all three of them shut up.

"I wasn't really into money."

"I've always thought about traveling like that."

I can't help but say things like that.

What can I say, money is an essential part of traveling. I wonder if you won't be adhering to it.

Well, it's not even like I can say.

"Terrible......"

"No, it's my inappropriateness for failing to read the essence of the person I helped. My parents used to call me suspicious."

"You, so often, you followed me to the wheelchair and the range."

"... the way you put it, I sound like a bad guy."

"Put your hands on that chest and think."

'Cause you're hiding being a hero.'

That way. I've told you many times, I'm not a hero.

It's not like Soichi or Amida have a good face, it's not like they have a hua.

Think so, exhale one sigh. Well, I'm not really saying it over there, I'm laughing at Niyanya. You must be having fun annoying me. It has an unpleasant personality.

"Mm..."

But when Fayrona says so, Mululu's gaze turns to me.

There was a slight surprise in that gaze.

"Does Range fool me too?

"If you're going to fool me, I'm not going to luxury my meal, and I'm not going to invite the Francesca ladies"

You lie when you trick me, you'll go straight to the alley. I don't have that kind of hobby.

"But well, maybe Mululu should doubt people a little more"

"Right. If that's what Range says, think about it."

"Why is that where my name comes up?

"I had a meal for you. It is taught that the words of the benefactor should be taken sincerely"

"That's a good teaching"

"Uhm."

And you're out of line, and I cough one up.

"So, yeah. Why do you want to go to Wangdu right away?

"I have a delivery for the Witch Hall of the King's Capital."

"The Witch - The Wise Lord."

So, Miss Francesca and Faerona's gaze turns to me.

Mululu looks strange, but I flaunt my shoulders and flush my gaze between them.

'Cause I'm not going to be honest there, and the elves are going to tell me just now'

It hurts in my ear.

But is it delivered to Utano?

Honestly, I only have a bad feeling about this. Reminds me of a black pig (oak) and a horny ghost (orga) the other day.

I don't know how I remembered. However, when I heard Utano's name, it came to my mind unexpectedly. I can trust you at times like this.

"What is delivery?

"I can't teach you that. The Spirit God tells me not to show anyone but the Witch Hall. I'm sorry."

Well, I think it's the best thing. Besides, when it comes to giving the name of the Spirit God, it must be quite something.

Once again, the gaze of the Francesca ladies turns to the ceiling, but I don't know what to do.

"At the request of the Spirit God"

"It's not a favor."

In the first place, I haven't even decided whether or not to take it.

"So Range. I'm sorry, but can't we get to Wangdu somehow?

"Like I said, you can't do it right away. No matter how fast it takes, it'll take ten days."

"Right."

Even so discouraged, there's nothing you can do about the boulder.

That's what I'm talking about, the dish I asked for is brought in.

"In the meantime, why don't you inflate your belly? If you're hungry, you don't have a decent head."

"Uhm, right"

But a delivery from the Spirit God?

What I recall in the word Spirit God is Elflame, a continent inhabited by beasts and subhumans.

This continent of Imnesia, inhabited by humans, is also green, but the continent of Elflame is greener than here. Whereas humans live by cutting and expanding nature, the beasts live with nature.

That is why it is the kingdom of the Subman and the Beast, but that rich and majestic continent cannot be forgotten so easily at first glance.

A spiritual god believed by the inhabitants of such a continent. Such a presence delivers to the slayer. I mean, it's suspicious, or I think it would be absolutely troublesome.

"... ha"

I look at the white girl who cheeks on the dish and wonders what to do.

Some requests have been made to carry the Demons with Soichi and the others to Wang Capital, but Arre will be here in ten days. Not very much, but this white girl won't be convinced.

Plus, it's better to rent a horse to travel than a carriage to earn days. The problem is that this girl is speechless.

Not very much, but I wouldn't be able to say "yes goodbye" here. You can do that, but that's bound to make my sleep worse from now on.

"Um, Mr. Mululu? It's dangerous if you don't eat a little more calmly.

"No problem."

"I'm doing it in luxury, at least taste it and eat it"

"Okay."

The difference in correspondence between me and Miss Francesca makes both of us laugh.

It's a small body, so I'm starting to feel like a small animal.

"If it's a word from the Spirit God, I'll give you a hand too"

And Fayrona, who had been silent just now, opens her mouth.

"Is that true? Thank you, Elf."

"It's Faerona, Beast Man"

Are we close or not?

And I was kind of getting on with it. Well, it must be special for the elves when it comes to the request of the Spirit God.

Miss Francesca was shaking her shoulders with her mouth hidden with her hands, watching the two men take over like that.

'But do you think I'll leave the request from the Spirit God to just one beast man?

Well. Was that the announcement, or is it something else about fate?

Or is someone moving behind you? Out of the blue, maybe it wasn't just luck that me and this white girl met.