The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

"Range, wake up"

When I opened my thin eyes to the feeling of shaking my shoulders from someone, only the black covering my vision appeared in my eyes. I can't get my head around anything. It's also difficult because they're shaking my shoulders to close my eyes again.

When I woke up my body with no choice but to stretch, there was Solnea's face. Apparently, what covered my vision earlier was the fabric of the black dress worn by Solnea.

I remember having a liquor platter with Douglam and the others last night and getting on with it and drinking more than the limit, but I don't remember going from there. When I pressed my dull, painful head with a hangover, Solnea read my name again. Are you worried about me moving out but not responding? That voice is a flat object as usual, so I still don't know what emotions you have.

"Oh. Thank you, Solnea. I'm up."

"Really?"

Looking around, the word "corpse" applies.

About thirty people attended the liquor festival last night. Everyone was taken care of when they used to spend time in commercial cities (Merdiole). Humans, subhumans, beasts. Everyone is stuck at the table or falling asleep on the floor so that they don't care about differences in race, etc. The truth is there are many others, but they were out of the city on request or couldn't make time for a sudden booze.

... and two years after that. Some have lost their lives in demonic crusades. We all enjoyed the liquor while we mourned them. Because everyone told me that laughing was better for you than grieving. I think it's really strong. The people of this world.

"Steady, you're a terrible sleeper."

I shrug like that as I roll on the floor and watch a sleeping dwarf (hobbit).

I slept on the couch, so I'd say it's a better sleeping minister than those guys. Faerona, who doesn't hate Dwarf, seems to have been liked by Douglam (Dwarf) and remembers being sipped quite a bit. But I look for it, but I don't see it.

"What about Faerona?

"Over there."

Yes, and ahead of Solnea turned her gaze, there was Fayrona lying on the couch as well behaved as I did. Mululu is about to wake up over there, but so far there doesn't seem to be any sign of it happening.

I talked a little and I woke up drowsy, but the headache is the same. Apparently, I drank quite a bit last night, and I am sincerely glad I kept Elmen Hilde with Ami. How many novels did they say when they saw him like this? Well, I wouldn't have drank this far if Ermenhilde had been here.

But what is it? I look inside the tavern again, but I'm not sure where I got my hands on it from. The others are asleep to wake them up, and empty jocks and liquor bottles on the table. On the floor are sleeping dwarves, elves and beasts. There's a corner of the barrel rolling around, and I can't even predict how much I drank.

Exactly a hell of a picture. I was renting out the tavern, but today I'm going to be chased away for a day.

"Huh... Good morning, Solnea"

"Morning, Range"

He gave it back to me when I greeted him in the morning, but I look up at Solnea, who doesn't make it slight.

"What's wrong?

"No. What's the range going to do now?

"I just want to say I want to sleep again..."

If I were to say such a thing, what would Elmen Hilde and Ami say? You don't have to think deeply to imagine being angry.

Another big stretch, feeling the presence of Solnea standing beside me quietly. That only made my head dull and sore.

I'm thirsty, so when I take the glass that was placed at the nearby table and close my nose, I smile (and only) my face at the smell of strong liquor - is it vodka? Merdiole, which is only a port town and has many sailors, has many degrees of alcohol. When a ship cannot be served by a storm, the sailors of the desolate drink until they are drunk, so the corresponding booze is available. I'm used to strong liquor, too, but it seemed to be tantamount to suicide compared to Dwarf drinking on boulders.

"What about breakfast?

"Not yet. Aya said she had breakfast in this place."

So you found me?

I don't know if you told me out of you or Ami told you to go wake me up, but it helped, I whine inside. I'm sure if Solnea hadn't come to wake me, she would have slept drunk until noon.

"What about Ami?

"To call a man called Master"

When I got up from the couch I was sitting on, my feet fluttered slightly. I bump into Solnea, who was standing nearby.

"Ah, Sman."

"No."

Looking out the window, the sun hasn't risen yet and the time is just a little too early in the morning... Keep the window open and change the air. The cold wind stroked my cheeks and woke my head with alcohol remaining. Take a big breath and throw up slowly, that's all I feel good about.

"Was it fun?

"Yeah?"

"Last night, I heard a laugh late"

"Ugh..."

It does remind me of a lot of noise. If you slept in the next room, it wouldn't be strange to hear the noise to your room. For this minute, what kind of novel will Ami or Mululu say?

Does that make me feel heavy because I feel like I've been drinking too much? Can't you help it? Because I was able to meet an old friend in this world, where my life was always at stake. They blossom into old stories, and booze progresses. … is this an excuse for swallowing soldiers?

"Speaking of which, Solnea. Have you ever had a drink?

"No."

"Hmm."

You might want to recommend it next time, shaking the shoulder of a familiar elf who was rolling nearby thinking. But there is no sign of waking up with just a small groan. The same goes for the dwarf sleeping next to it.

The liquor store door opened when I was worried about what was going on. It was Ami and the master of this tavern... who came in with many mysteries of age and unknown name. It would be nice if it were beautiful, but it is a man with a sticky face on the skin head and a burnt skin that is musculoskeletal.

The master walked to the kitchen without worrying about the distress of the tavern. I wonder if you're used to this kind of situation. … it is also a great story that we are used to this.

"Ah, Mr. Lotus. You're up."

Ami's words were surprisingly bright if I thought she would be angry. I got a little clapped out because I wanted to be pissed off here, or I wanted a scratch.

"Ah... good morning, Ami"

"Yes. Have you already enjoyed last night?

"Do you know what that means?

When I squeal like that, Ami tilts her neck in such a way that she doesn't know what went wrong. Well, it wouldn't be the age to figure this stuff out either. If we were lucky enough to be here, we would have laughed at Niyaniya.

With that in mind, I also get tired of standing, so I sit on the couch again.

"What about Elmen Hilde?

"Oh, yes."

When I hear it, Ami takes the medal out of her pocket.

"Morning."

Morning, Swallow Guard.

And what I hear is a grumpy, extreme voice that I didn't feel from Ami or Solnea.

'Totally. I'm not telling you not to drink, but can't you live a little more regenerated?

"Ooh..."

'Maybe it means a little less traveling fatigue, but your sole has a good chance of breaking down. That's roughly...'

I see. Ami didn't say a lot because of this? Turning his gaze toward Ami as he listened to Elmen Hilde's novel, he was silently nodding yeah.

"Sorry, Ermenhilde"

'... what?

"I have a headache, talk to me a little quieter"

"Ugh."

When I pressed my head and appealed to the pain, I felt the tone of my voice go down a step. But before Elmen Hilde spoke out that he was going to open his mouth, the master, who was back in the hall at some point, stood still behind Solnea. There was a frying pan and a wooden egg in his hand, and he offered it to Solnea.

……

"Wake these people up."

That's all I'm saying, the master who starts cleaning out the jocks and glasses on the table. Suddenly, Solnea stood up with her eyebrows frowned.

"What can I do?

"Oh, that's right"

That's what I said, Ami, who smiles and receives frying pans and omelets from Solnea. Honestly, I only have a bad feeling.

"Hey, Ami. Stop -"

"Here's what I'm gonna do."

And then he beat the frying pan out of it with gunshot momentum faster than I could stop.

"Yes, everyone. It's morning!!

The sound is awesome on the hangover head and it holds my ears on the couch. The same goes for the people who slept on the floor or at the table, and the sudden noise raised a groan from there. Several people move in motions that are less precise than corpses (zombies). But Ami still had nothing to stop doing, and kept ringing until she decided it was all happening. A ghost.

"Mr. Solnea, do you understand?

"I see. Very well."

"Hey, Sol -"

In the end, it keeps ringing between minutes, and the hangovers are just getting laid. He gave it to us by pouring water into the jocks and glasses that the master had just lightly washed. Drinking that water all at once, I feel a little headache subsided.

Solnea looks at the frying pan and eggs in her hand, wondering what she thinks. Maybe it was funny?

"My head hurts"

"You deserve it."

"You can do more, Solnea"

You were still angry, the voice directed at you by Ami is very low. Don't be sarcastic, Hermen Hilde. I rush to stop Solnea, who, as they say, puts her strength in her hand holding the frying pan and the eggs again.

"Hmm. I got a terrible look..."

Talking, Faerona walks in. Does this one also have a headache due to the sound earlier, holding my head with my hand? Mululu's gaze at walking beside him seems worried or intriguing.

"Morning, Faerona, Mululu"

"Oh. Good morning."

"Morning, Range"

He grins bitterly at his rare, unhegemonic voice and rises off the couch. When I turn my gaze into the store again, the people who woke me up are starting to clean it.

"Well, let's do some cleaning."

"Right."

The women wash in the kitchen, and the men collect empty dishes, wipe floors and tables, and collect garbage.

Breakfast prepared by a master or someone who can cook is arranged on the table when it comes to a paragraph. More than thirty people gathered. About half of the table in the tavern was used for breakfast.

Incidentally, prepared are suckers and soft white bread taken from fish that are good for digestion. That's just about as good as this because last night's liquor and food are still in my stomach.

"Ami, Mululu. Enough?"

"Huh?"

"Look, because you can't grow up without eating a lot"

"Big favor."

When I was so worried, I was pissed out loud. After that, I care about my chest for what I thought.... I didn't mean to say that.

Wasn't Mululu enough, he was replacing his sucking well, and he was getting white bread from Faerona. Fayrona doesn't seem to have an appetite, so she's just drinking a little bit of sucker.

"Hey, Faerona. You, how much did you drink?

"I don't know. I don't remember very well, but they could have drunk about half a barrel..."

"... wow"

"Range, what about you?

"I don't think I drank a third of the barrel."

"What about the barrel standard in the first place?

Ermenhilde's scratch is cold. They sigh together and sip (soot) a stomach-friendly sucker quietly. Ha... yummy.

The other faces were just like ours... the Dwarves were getting their usual energy back when they thought it was quiet. I am replacing bread and sucking. Is their stomach made of iron?

"This soup is made by Lady Aya."

"Really? That clumsy kid."

"It's better than mine."

I hear that voice and Ami is in the mood to carry a thousand pieces of bread in her mouth. After all, I seem happy to be complimented on the dishes I have made. Smiling at Ami like that, drinking sucking.

"Yeah, yummy"

"Is that true?

"Oh. I don't even know how to grip a knife back in the day, but I think you've grown well."

"............... forget that already"

My story went on, and I leaned over shyly. Laughter also rises from the surrounding table.

I have cooked up around Fujido after Merdiole was attacked by a large group of demons before, but the memories of that time still seem to be in everyone. Well, I can't help but say that Ami and Kitty were just kids. At that time, we were in middle school and elementary school, and even if we couldn't cook, it was common sense in our world.

"When it comes to cooking. What happened to Yuko's arm, Range?

"Don't ask. Don't listen to me..."

"Oh, wow."

When I give that back to Douglas, who asked me with a laugh, I push him to shut up like I realized something. Humans, no one is good enough to exist.

"For once, he said he could make a meal that he could eat."

"For once!?

Someone responds out loud and it gets contagious and makes me laugh. Utano can't cook. Maybe.

I don't know if it's because you're smart or if that's an excuse, but there are proper things to say selective eyes that pick good things for your body. You just mean stick all the good stuff in your body...... yeah. Surely the dish that that guy makes should be good for you. It's just that the taste is a problem.

I also understand Fujido and the people who ate Utano's dishes at that time, but I still think it tastes... There is a beautiful dish in the original world that somewhat deludes the taste of curry, but not in this world. So what he chose was a hard thing. I don't want to remember the rest.

"Range"

"Yeah?"

Solnea, who was silently eating white bread, opens her mouth. Is it the gift (occasional) of education for Miss Francesca and Faerona to swallow food properly before speaking?

"What are you doing today?

"Well... don't you even know what's in Merdiole when you hear you want to do something"

"Yes."

If you do, I'll show you around the city today. I went to the guild and the harbor yesterday, and would you look around the commercial district or various shops?

"Then do you want to look around the city with me? What about Faerona and Mululu?

"I will not sleep in an inn."

Apparently, the hangover is pretty hard. If Douglas liked it and was drinking it, he must have been drinking a fair amount, as Fayrona said earlier. Dwarves can call alcohol a drinking species just like water. When you're done with your work, with your meal, before you go to bed. Drinking is normal.

"What about Ami?

"I'm going to say hello to someone I used to take care of."

"Then I'll go with the range too"

"Okay. Sure, Kudo and Yuichiro lived in Merdiole, too, right?

"Yes, Mr. Phosphorous is in the commercial district... you must have a house in the residential area."

Yeah, but. Is Kudo still in Wangdu? Maybe Utano's metastatic magic is bringing him back, so I'll show him my face for once, and we'll go again if he's not there. Yuichiro... I don't know. I remember not knowing what I was doing after we broke up a year ago. Mr. Utano told me that he was in Merdiole, but he told me that if I saw him, I would know.

Yuichiro Eunomiya. At the same age as Soichi and Ami, he is one of the companions also called in the title of "The Avenger". He's an ex-hardened kid who was desperately trying to change in this world. He's been through a lot, but how is he doing now?

"Are you going to Yu's?

You heard us talking, that's what the fox-eared beast man sitting in the next seat would say. I adore how you don't seem to like hot suckers and are fuh-fuh-cold. A man, though.

"Mm-hmm. It's been a year, and I thought I'd say hello."

Then he's in the graveyard.

"... graveyard?

How could it be in such a place, or why it is that choice? Leaning her neck, Ami pulled the sleeve of her clothes like a snack.

Mr. Ceres is from this city.

"Ah..."

Yes, he did. I scratched my head at my grudge, which I had forgotten, and included bread in my mouth without being able to say anything. Chewing hard (shudder), you felt like you weren't me as usual. Faerona and Mululu looked at me with a strange face.

Celeste. Her real name is Celestia Guernia. A former subordinate of Mr. O'Brien, she is a young woman who became part of the First Knights, an elite among the Knights. He is also the one who traveled with us on the journey of the Devil's Crusade to provide mental care for the women. He was a strong, kind, beautiful man. When I hear the name, I remember what it looks like and I feel like I'm not hanging up.

"Right."

When I think about it, I'm also convinced why Yuichiro set up in this city. Utano didn't tell me the details, and I guess she cares about the area.

"Then show your face in the evening"

"Right. Then I'll go with you at that time. I'd like to talk to you, too, Eunomiya."

"Well, I'll meet you somewhere"

When I say that, Ami nods happily.

During the day he leads the city to Solnea and Mululu, and in the evening he meets Ami to meet Yuichiro. Is this where we're going today? Faerona is resting in the inn, so if Miss Francesca comes to visit, she'll be able to handle it. Well, he's dead hungover.

"Right. How about the central square?

Central Square is, as its name suggests, in the heart of Merdiole, a place with a large fountain and lots of dewstores. Mark the fountain and you'll say it's just the right place to meet.

But it is drunkenness that has no eyes for such an interesting story. You were standing there listening, and when Ami says so, the people around her tint.

"See you soon?

"Young people get together, that neighborhood"

"Don't say evening, I wish I'd stayed with you all the time"

"Lady, are you finally going up the adult stairs..."

"Hey, Range and the lady are meeting!

"Ugh, shut up, you guys!!

Around making Ami blush and blush her voice, apparently Swallow's health has fully recovered. Well, I don't even know what kind of body this is going to be with this degree of hangover.

A blurry look at those people as Ami sips the sucker she made. This is all they accept now, but I recall that they used to hate me quite a bit, or that I was on guard. Even though we were summoned by the goddess to defeat the demons, we were nothing but foreign objects who were frightened by demons and demonic threats. Everything is different in the environment we've lived in, the way we think about it. More importantly, resources were receiving aid as a matter of priority, even though they were limited. There must have been a side to that that was unforgivable.

That's now, this is how we drink together, we laugh at idiots, we laugh at each other busily. Watching Ami teased by those people, I guess from them Ami is like a daughter. A structure like a parent who enjoys making fun of her grown daughter? From Ami, maybe it's a good annoyance. Still, it won't be my fault it looks fun somewhere.

"Range"

"Hmm?"

Fayrona holding her head in mourning the hustle and bustle around her that made her noisy, and Mululu eating breakfast just without me involved.

In the meantime, Solnea's gaze, which had always been quiet, turned to this one.

"What is an Excursion?

"Come on... don't ask me that."

"... is it like being awkward (first) to ask?

Solnea's puzzled voice overlaps with the laughter around her. I loosen my mouth like this, okay? Look at me like that, look in trouble for a moment, look embarrassed, lean down.

Watching Ami seem tough swinging by all sorts of emotions.

"Fayrona. What is an encounter?

"Ask the Range"

On top of a hangover and a headache, Fayrona, who would be extra tired because of the noise around her, said so with a bitter smile.