The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

The fourth evening after breaking into the forest of rotting spirits. Gaze into the sky as you prepare for the camp. Obscured by foggy temper, the sun at sunset is invisible but its faint glow dazzles the sight.

I expect to be able to get through this forest tomorrow, but there are frequent occurrences of dead (zombies) and evil spirits (ghosts). Is it my fault that I feel like I'm encountering you as if you're interrupting our progress?

There are many anxiety elements, such as Faerona's physical condition and the large demon (skeleton) that we have yet to see. I'm in a hurry to say it's something I want to get out of as soon as possible, but running horses through the woods at night is suicidal. Even if Fayrona the Elf is here, she could be assaulted.

Besides, you don't have to rush through the woods tomorrow. Tell yourself it's one more day. Well, mostly that's when something happens. My life since I've been in different worlds. Experience tells me that I can think that tomorrow will be tough.

With that in mind, he sighs that Elmenhilde in his pocket is still silent.

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"Are you still stubborn, you are"

"There is no obstinacy. I was just thinking."

"Hmm?

I get a moment confused about how to respond to such a plain lie and end up not caring much.

In fact, I deny it with my mouth, but I would just be obstinate in not having it used as a weapon. You're a cute guy, and when you loosen your mouth, Elmen Hilde exhales in a flash. Pretend you didn't hear that, gather the dead branches to use when camping.

"Mululu, how much did we get together?

"A little."

When I turned my gaze toward the Mululu I had been collecting with me, I had only gathered the amount of dead branches that I could hold with one hand.

Because of the thick fog, it's just the damp dead branches, so I can't help it, but it's still a little short. Even if I collect them together, I want twice as much.

Mululu seems to know that too, and after responding to my query, he returns silently to collect dead branches. I won't put it in my mouth, but I guess I'm getting tired. In such a rotten forest, the beast man's senses go crazy, and he may be frustrated. I don't know about that neighborhood, but I'm not an animal.

"I'll collect the rest, so you can rest a little, okay?

"Fine. My job"

"Right."

As I found out on this journey, a girl named Mululu has a strong sense of responsibility. No, I guess I'm twice as responsible because I came all the way to the magic city on my own at the request of the Spirit God.

But I was just assuming that I was a little confused on my own because of my blurry look and less attached to money when I met him.

I try to do what I ask you to do until the end. I'm still working on it without losing my hand, even though I would be tired. You're still a kid, but you're interested, I think. Well, when it comes to being a natural adventurer, that's it.

People who can take the obvious for granted are valuable.

"I wonder what Miss Francesca's cooking is"

"... I like what you can eat"

"Ha-ha-you sure do."

It may be a rude way to put it, but I agree with Mululu.

I used to prepare meals when I traveled. Because I didn't think I could cook for Miss Francesca, a nobleman.

That's just my unsolicited bias, but that was my idea. I had dinner prepared with Ami last night... well, it's deductive.

It was a dish that felt like it would take a little courage to eat.

Ami's seemed to have practiced a lot over the past year. So much so that I wasn't sure how to praise you when you cooked crowded dishes and turned your dooya face on me. It was the difference between cloud mud and cloud mud a year ago. Even though I complimented him, he pissed me off for some reason. After all, was it awkward (first) to teach the Faeronas how it was a year ago to make out?

Isn't that what you're looking forward to?

"Blasphemy of ingredients is unacceptable"

'... say that much'

Really, I laugh in my heart.

This girl seems to be deeply thoughtful about food, not just big eaters. It's not a bad thing - I guess it's more of a compliment than that, but what a trouble it is to reply because the subject is my fellow traveler, Miss Francesca.

If you stand over there, this one won't stand. If you stand here, you won't stand there. I can only hope that all this improves Miss Francesca's cooking skills as soon as possible. He seems like a study lover, so he'll be serving a meal he can eat soon.

Even so, the dishes I do on my journey are all preserved things like dried meat and dried bread. It's salty, so I think it's going to be difficult to cook. Me, Mululu, and Fayrona would catch wild beasts. Fresh meat is delicious just to bake. It would be great to pick and stew edible weeds.

Thinking about it, I'm hungry. When you rub your stomach with your hands, you hear a little noise.

"... the range"

"Hmm?"

If you've been silently collecting dead trees for a while, you rarely hear from Mululu.

When I reply and turn my gaze, Mulu is quickly gathering a glass of dead trees with both hands. It's called Faerona, it's called Mululu. It's not like camp preparation, sighs.

"What?

"Can you cook?

Turn your gaze to Pokan and Muru without knowing for a moment how to answer that sudden question. No, well, I wasn't talking about cooking all of a sudden.

Mululu's gaze at the time is as blurred or blurred as ever. I don't know what emotions you're asking me. I think he's a good poker face.

"I think it's normal. I don't know if I can eat there."

Well, I don't think it tastes bad... I made quite a bit of this, and Soichi and I didn't complain about it.

"Really?"

"That's not how a man cooks. Fayrona seems to be very good at tearing down."

'Sure. That elf looks good.'

Atmospherically, he feels like he can do anything. Is it because you're handsome?

'Cause it feels like it's going to be a picture of him cooking. In that sense, will Miss Francesca be a shame beauty?

... Think for yourself. What a terrible assessment. I can never tell Miss Francesca herself. In the first place, I guess you look like a lady and you've never cooked anything. Is that just good enough for me to get something to eat?

Looking forward to the future. Yeah.

"How's Mululu? Have you ever cooked?

"Bake meat?

Oh, my God, he said to cook meat. Isn't that the first time he's said that...?

Ami and Utano used to be the same thing, I recall. It is also a good place for fantasy that all women are good at cooking. That's fantasy. Well, there's no way people who've never cooked can suddenly cook. It's natural.

"Next time, do you want Faerona or Ami to teach you how to cook?

"I'd rather eat"

It was a quick answer. I can't respond to that, but I stray from my gaze and resume collecting dead trees.

I don't know if I'd say it sounds like Mululu. It's easy to understand, but I'm worried about this kid's future.

"Hey, Mululu"

"What?"

"If you fulfill the Spirit God's request in the King's Capital, what will you do after that?

"Going back to the woods... I think"

"Right."

"I don't know yet. Outside the woods is rice."

That was the moment I said it. He comes to me, letting go of the dead branches that Mululu has collected and rolling down the ground.

The white coat (cloak) is dirty with leaves and dirt, but Mululu himself sees where he was until earlier without worrying about it. I also release dead branches and pull out an iron knife at that nasty sign.

"What's up!?

"There's something here!

Moment after moment, Mululu scowls the void with his own nails. Gun, and sparks scattered along with a bitter sound.

"The enemy!?

"Come on!

I leap back too, relying on the slightly audible wind-cut noise. Then I could play the ground I was standing on until earlier.

"Sorcery!

The ground bounced. When the earth and dust danced, the invisible raider's score was slightly visible. You can hide yourself by witchcraft, but you can't even hide sounds and signs. Being alert to slight wind-cut noises, I find a place where foggy temper is unnaturally shaking. Perhaps there is the main body of this raider there. Obviously far away. I expect they're attacking me with tentacles or something. Raids from a distance this attack can't reach. He's smart...... decides he's not like a zombie or ghost. When you can even use magic on it, is it a rather nasty demon?

But I was wondering if such a noble demon would be in such a forest. Ask yourself, but the wind cut sound reaches your ear again before you give an answer. I felt an unpleasant sweat on my spine.

I don't see the fat muscles of my enemies, and I don't know what they're after. I was upset by the invisibility, whether to be attacked or avoided... and the motion was delayed for a moment.

"Damn!?

"Range, pull it once!

I was hard hit by that attack with an iron knife, but my left hand is paralyzed and I drop the knife.

To a fucking heavy blow, I manage to swallow the scream that came down to my throat. I can't afford to argue with Ermenhilde's voice, but I take further distance, as they say, and hide myself in a tree that is quite big. Mululu is cutting off the attack from his invisible opponent with his fingernails without alarm.

Wild inquiry, or are you anticipating an attack from the unnatural swing of a fog of rage? Either way, it is a tremendous skill.

"Ami! Fayrona!!

No shame, no hearsay, shout out and call your people.

Bite your lips. The same goes for the left-hand paralysis, because I wondered if this demon was waiting for us to split up. The fact that so smart a demon has taken action is because I am confident that I or Mululu can be definitively held accountable.

Demons and beasts are sharper around here than we are humans. The matter is irritating. I can't help but think of something to say to Mululu. Until Fayrona and the others arrive, this invisible enemy's opponent will have to ask Mululu to do his best. It was an inadvertent word, and I didn't want Mululu to cut his concentration.

"Ermenhilde."

"I know."

At the same time as that word, a silver long sword appears in his hand.

There are two jewels that shine among the jade coloured jewels adorned with that pattern. I don't know what conditions have been freed, but two alone won't make it easy to create a busy weapon. I'm tongue-in-cheek about it, but the status quo won't change. It is to the extent that the weapon that the craft defends itself has changed from a knife to a long sword.

Check for fog swings. Something like a tentacle or a whip strikes Rimulu from what appears to be a large book. The move is awesome, and it's even hard for me to follow with my eyes after releasing two constraints. The fog is shaking so I can just manage to make sure.

As it is, Mululu is in danger. No matter how strong she is, she doesn't know how far she can fight in an invisible opponent. The way she fights well is in a mobile battle that takes advantage of its speed. Stopping her legs and cutting her is not her original way of fighting. Probably won't move because if they do, they will lose sight of the enemy's attack. If you can't see the enemy attack, did you decide it would be safer to stop your legs and turn to defense?

Wait for Amida or move. Hold or open your left hand to check for paralysis.

"We're going all at once."

"Oh."

That being said, he jumps out of a tree that was hidden at the same time and rushes into a place where he thinks he has a big book at the shortest distance. Enemy movement stops for a moment in action immediately after Mululu plays the attack. Maybe he wasn't sure which way to go for me or Mululu.

But the stray is also for a moment. I'm the target of the next attack. By checking for fog swings, we manage to predict where and when the attack will come. A silver sword in both hands hangs over him and his hands are paralyzed. It won't be my fault that my body felt floated for a moment. How stupid is this demon? I scream in my heart.

But right after I was targeted, Mululu now walks toward the enemy's big book. Unlike me, when fleshy with tremendous speed, it flashes nails that are beautifully sharp. The sound of crushing something hard echoes in the woods. No bleeding.

Confirm that, and me and Mululu will distance ourselves from the demon. Space shakes. The contours of the demon gradually become evident. Mululu's attack will solve the magic.

The first thing I felt was white. But it's not pure white that feels like Mululu's beauty, it's white and cloudy - bones. Is it about the size of an adult elephant? Very large. Eight legs, like spiders, but their bodies are as elongated as muckades, and their necks as long as they go with it. At the tip of its neck is the head of an oak with a distinct angle. And more importantly, what catches my eye is the tail swinging with momentum that even leaves a remnant...

"M-"

Faster than caution, my body moved.

Prevent a tail blow that can't even be seen, relying almost exclusively on an inquiry. The sword I was holding is bounced off and my body is blown away by the shock I couldn't take.

Shock from the back after a moment of floating. Roll down the ground and hit the trunk of the tree with all the further chase. I was forced to vomit air from my lungs, and my vision was sumptuous due to lack of acid. Strength falls off the body and falls to the ground, but that's for a moment. I whip on my unfreezing body and stand up while keeping my back in the tree I just slapped on my back. I know it would be easier if I slept like that, but then I know I'll never be able to worship the morning sun again.

"Range, Range!!

"I hear you. Don't yell in my ear..."

Immediately after, the feeling I was used to gripping in my right hand. Hold it with both hands and place it in front of you like you see in a swordwalk.

Jari, my body tenses strongly to the footsteps that I'll slash your proud tail off at the counter. It will be technically difficult, but with absolute willingness to set up a sword. But the pursuit is not coming. Only my rough breath reaches my ear.

How much time would I have spent doing that? Unexpectedly, something touched the tip of the sword. Shortly afterwards, I shook up my sword...

"It's okay now."

To that voice, tension eases. Because it was a voice I was used to hearing.

"-Mullu?"

"Yeah."

"Ha..."

Its quiet voice is indeed Mululu himself, and now he has already solved the state of battle. Deciding it was her little finger that touched the tip of the sword earlier, it relieves her of all tension in her body.

Keep cheating and buttcakes on the ground and exhale a deep deep sigh.

"What happened to that demon earlier?

"Escaped."

"... escaped?

"Yeah."

It would have been a great opportunity to put me down. Or are you going to make him weak and then hunt for sure?

The latter, I guess, is a discouraging story. Perhaps it's because I'm used to hunting. Or are you cowardly, contrary to the severity of your appearance? Either way, it's hard to fight. Invisible, fucking strong. It's an anomaly, poisoning me in the heart.

Turn your eyes and gaze at the sudden pain in your right arm. When I saw it, it was severely mutilated from elbow to shoulder. I think I'm lucky to have been so attacked and done with all these wounds. If I did badly, my right arm was just flying a thousand slices.

I don't feel like doing anything. Surviving made me lose my mind. Just blurry, I think I need to stop the bleeding.

"Are you okay?"

Looking at my right arm, Mululu asks me worried.

I was happy about that, and my cheeks loosened naturally. I got hurt, but I'm glad both me and Mululu survived. That makes me feel a little more comfortable.

"Oh, I'm fine"

But I can't even say that. After all this time, Ami and the others won't come, which would mean something happened over there.

When he stood up again trying to keep his back in the tree, he walked out in the direction he had decided to take to the campsite.... and stop right there.

"Where's the camp?

"... sorry"

Earlier in the fight, I had completely lost my sense of direction.

Marked trees have also been broken or damaged in battle. Now we don't even know which direction is west or east.

That's the same with Mululu, and he's stood up with me.

"Hey Fayrona!!

Shout out, but no reply.

I'm sure something happened over there, too. We weren't collecting dead branches that far away in the first place. If there was such a battle, it would be easy for me to notice.

What's possible is that it's the same over there, or another demon attacked it. But I don't think there are so many powerful demons out there that might seem out of that standard.... I don't want to think. In the meantime, try not to think too bad. If we don't, we'll stay stuck in this place all the time.

Scratch your head and think about what you're going to do. Is it dangerous to look for a campsite and move to the dark clouds? A secondary shipwreck, or you're likely to be completely lost. But soon the sun will fall. When that happens, it's time for the Necromancers. Something about the demon earlier, I'd like to join my people if possible.

"Mulu. Was that the demons earlier, Amis? You know what that smells like?

That's what I ask, but I get my head shaken to the side. No heart, or I feel her wolf ears dripping powerless.

"What's wrong with you?

"Hmm?"

"You don't seem well."

In the meantime, tear the clothes off your right arm and check the wound. Deep ripped, but no peek at the bones. Besides, he doesn't seem to have damaged his blood vessels, and he doesn't bleed as much as he looks. Are you lucky to be unhappy? It hurts enough to cry, but not so much to die right now.

I try to squeeze my sides and stop the bleeding easily, and when I get further help with the clothes on the left arm area and tear them apart, I compress the wound with that cloth. This will keep the bleeding down a bit. Thanks to the compressed pain, I can also think.

"Cheer up, Mulu. 'Cause I can rendezvous with the Francesca ladies right away."

"Yeah. Are the Francescas safe?

"Oh, you're safe. I don't think you're messing with a mom like me."

That mentz should be able to stand around well while sheltering Miss Francesca.

I still have anxiety, but Ami is over there. Let's believe we're safe now. More than that, the problem is this way. I'm lost and I don't have tools. Besides, one is an injured person. Instead of being a foot wrapper, it is a level of abandonment if this injury is a foot. Well, I don't think Mululu is that flirtatious.

"We're gonna walk around here a little bit. You shouldn't be that far from the campsite."

"Yeah. Scratches, I need to make allowance"

"Some of that, but I'm worried about the Francesca ladies"

This one has two avant-gardes, and the other three. That's not the level of party-imbalance. If we don't rendezvous soon, I'll be the next one to get attacked again. I'm injured and weak, and I can't fight properly in the current situation where I can't release the constraints.

With that in mind, I realized that Ermenhilde in my pocket wasn't talking at all.

"Hey, what's up?

Slap your pocket with your safe left hand.

'... sorry'

Then he apologized in a somewhat painful voice.

Oh, my God, I tilt my neck. Would you have done something weird?

Think so, but I can't think of anything in particular. Do you care that that demon attacked you? Although Ermenhilde should have done nothing.

"Hmm?"

"It's this Zama, while I tell you I want to be useful"

"No, it's not your fault"

I think my lack of strength is huge.

Rather, it's closer to a miracle to fight such demons and be done to this extent. There is nothing to be blamed for but thanks to Ermenhilde and Mululu.

"Never mind, buddy. We're gonna win next."

'.................. Oh'

I'm not feeling well yet. I wonder how to comfort my weak partner when he gets hit in a weird place, and it feels like he's pulling his coat (cape).

Turning his gaze, Mululu was looking up at me. That's cute, Chickshaw.

"What?

"Who are you talking to?

Oh, and.

"With that said, you didn't let me hear it yet. Look, Elmen Hilde. Say hello."

'The way you put it, I don't know - no, well, okay'

Usually I eat there, but apparently it's more damaging than this one thinks.

Even if you get hurt, if you're alive, I think that's your word. He's still a stiff head.

When I turn my gaze to the ground, the iron knife I was using as a gain enters my sight. It was completely broken. Take the pattern, but you won't be able to use it any more. Put only the pattern in the sheath. From now on, we rely entirely on Elmen Hilde.

'Mm-hmm. Can you hear me, Beast Man?

Its little white shoulder suddenly bounces like a surprise.

Apparently, I was surprised to hear Elmen Hilde.

"I'm Elmen Hilde. The Goddess Astraela gave the Yamada Range a weapon of God's killing. It's a hero's sword."

"Stop introducing that. I'm not a hero."

How many times do I have to tell you, you idiot?

Exhales.

"Yeah, nice to meet you"

But Mululu's reaction is paler than I expected. Maybe she was asking Ami or Miss Francesca about me.

Heroes of the Redemption like Ami received this request. Perhaps I taught you that in explaining it.

"Mm..."

But as Elmen Hilde, he seemed to want me to be more surprised, and he has a voice that I'm kind of unconvinced of.

Look, you surprised me the first time I heard you. Be happy with that, I think.

"When we're done introducing ourselves, we'll just rendezvous with Amida."

Keep it up, the next time you get attacked, Mululu sucks at me anyway.

With that said, I walk out worried about the tree that's going to be marked. Is it salvation that made the terrain easier to understand as a result of the battle? I decide to explore my surroundings around this battlefield.

We have to rendezvous with the Faeronas somehow. Before the sun goes down, if possible.

If I am optimistic that I will be able to get through the woods tomorrow, this is the situation shortly afterwards. I'm about to break my heart on a boulder, but I can't even say that.

There are Mululu who are over ten years younger than me. You can't let me break first. Let's walk hard. Take this child safely to the king's capital. Absolutely.