The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

As I was moving through the woods making a crisp, petty sound, I stopped feeling the signs that should be following me from behind and looked back. I can see Elle following me at a distance that doesn't usually go away, stopping like he found something.

When she returns to the path she just came after reclaiming the dead branches for camp, she is keen to see something without ever seeing this one. Looking down at that gaze, there were flocks of flowers glowing beautifully as they played the sunlight plunging through the gaps in the trees.

"What's wrong with those flowers?

When I heard that, I finally looked up and turned around as if I had noticed I was beside him. I feel my eyes shake like when I find a child who did something wrong, so I line up with Elle and I see the flowers too.

Crystal flowers.

It is a flower so called by the elves. It doesn't have any special medication or anything, just beautiful flowers.

It's not unusual, it's on the western side of the Elflame continent - it grows everywhere in the woods where the elves live, but this was the first time I've seen it. Is it a flower that blooms in the spring, and an elf man gives this flower to a woman of his own accord? It's called a rose in our world. No, I don't think it was a drama a long time ago.

"No, because it caught my eye"

"Yeah."

I look at the side of Elle, who turns his gaze to the crystal flower, thinking a little rude about whether he is also interested in flowers.

"Something?

"No, I was wondering if you're interested in flowers."

"Especially"

When I asked, it was returned in the usual tone, so maybe I'm not really interested. With that in mind, isn't it the first time Elle has shown an interest in something so far... outside of a food relationship?

"This is a flower called a crystal flower that an elf man sends when he tells the opposite sex how he feels."

"Flowers, sir?

"Oh. Are you interested in that?

"No."

What a disgusting word.

When I sigh with a bitter smile, I see here the gaze that was directed at the crystal flower.

"Range, are you interested?

"Yeah?"

"To flowers,. Because it seems familiar."

"I'm not familiar with it in my case, I'm just doing some digging."

Clasp your shoulders and bring back the dead branches you had in your hand. It's quite a lot, so it's hard to hold. I'm glad you consider the area, but the goddess of obsession with rare flowers wants to see flowers more than I do.

Sometimes I wonder if it's okay. Maybe I'm sweet, too, but this kind of thing would be important. I get tired not just of my body but even of my spirit, such as every day I just fight. I remember hearing somewhere that flowers heal my heart, but I think you're right.

"I see. It's a boulder, Range"

"There's more. There are usually four crystal flower petals, but the five petals the elves send to the opposite sex."

"Does it make any difference?

"Four is bad luck, they say. Four is death."

Saying so, when I looked at the crystal flowers, one of several blooming flowers had five petals.

"Here."

Pick that round and give it to Elle. Then you alternate between me and the flowers with a rare and decent face. When the expression was funny and laughed, it turned into the usual clear face as soon as possible.

No body. I don't know if that conveyed my emotions, even colder gaze at me than usual.

When you let your small, thin hands hold crystal flowers, you walk out toward the campsite pretending not to notice the cold gaze. Now Elle's following me too.

No sign of demons, and the air is delicious. I just call it a forest that leads to the bed of the spiritual god Zeneria, and I feel an atmosphere from somewhere in the forest that can be called an application.

Walking silently for a while as it was, I went out to an open place.

It is not a place that I have decided on for a camp, but should the place also be a place where flowers bloom? Not just crystal flowers, but colorful blooms such as yellow and blue.

Surely there was a village of fairies near here? Think of the map the elves told you, and make sure the journey to the camp (Michinoli) is right.

"Beautiful."

"Huh?"

Well, to leak out of Elle's mouth that I know, I return words reflexively to words that are nothing like that.

Then, as earlier, Elle stopped, turning toward the blooming flowers.

Unusual.

I honestly think so. Instead of always prioritizing mission fights and stopping like this, you pull my hand and you try to move on.

"Did you say something strange?

"No..."

You see me like that, El, with a strange face.

... Did you even eat something weird? With so much to worry about, I also stop and gaze at the view to match the stopped El again.

Well, there's no sign of demons, so there's no need to panic. Besides, the sun is still high. Even if the dead branch of the camp is delayed... is Fujido in trouble? We need fire to cook - well, about a dead branch for cooking, we'll collect it ourselves.

When I reconsider that and find a rock that seems to sit, I put a dead branch near it and sit on the rock. As always, Elle looks at the colorful flowers as she stands.

"That's unusual. I can't believe that's how you see flowers."

"Right. I think so myself."

Apparently, he's conscious.

Will it even come down with a spear tomorrow? Looking up at the sky, the sky visible from the gaps in the trees is clear. Probably good weather tomorrow. Very, no sign of a spear coming down.

"What's wrong with the sky?

"No. It's not going to rain," he said.

"Right."

My sarcasm doesn't make sense either.

When you sigh, tilt your neck, El.

"Anything?"

"Nothing. Never mind."

What a fruitless conversation. Have you ever come to this world and had such a relaxing conversation with Elle?

Though I think so, if I think about it carefully, I may not have done much. When it comes to things I've been interested in other than fighting, it's all about food, and I eat that food silently. Occasionally, the only word is "delicious."

... I think I don't know anything about this goddess, Elmenhilde. It's my weapon, the weapon that kills God. There are some constraints hanging on it, but all I know is some of them. It's a story that if you release all of the constraints, you can fight God equally, but it's a crying story that I, the user, don't know how to liberate it.

Well, it's such a weapon, Elmen Hilde. When it comes to knowing, that's about it. After that, the flesh is made of magic, and you eat well. I already eat that as much as I think my stomach is working out.

Is that the place?

... I was reminded that I really don't know anything about Elle.

"You like flowers?

"What do you think"

I still get an uncomfortable reply, whilst doing (teasing) the crystal flower I gave you earlier with my fingertips.

In other words, I seem to be interested in flowers from earlier. When I tilted my neck, Elle tilted his neck too.

When you react like that, you feel like I'm saying something weird.

"Just"

"Hmm?"

"Just. Beautiful, he said. That's what I thought."

That's all you say, you shut up.

Beautiful, hey. Yes. I shrug in my heart to return the parrot and see the same thing as Elle from a remote place.

Indeed, and. The colorful flowers are beautiful and I'm going to have the illusion that the sweet scent is going to reach me. To be healed, should I say? Has it happened since I came to this world that I sat so relaxed?

"It's been since I got on the boat."

"Oh."

"I don't know anything about this world, do I? That's what I thought."

As she speaks of the emotional changes that have occurred to her, she twirls the crystal flower in her hand.

I guess that change is a good thing. Not as a weapon, a change in personality called Ermenhilde. That must be a good change for El, who can say that he is being forced to fight.

But the side of Elle, who speaks so, also looked somewhere bewildered.

It reminds me of what I said before that it exists as a weapon.

He thinks it's unnecessary for the mind to enjoy the view on Elmen Hilde as a weapon. Somehow, it felt like Elle's mood was in hand.

There have been occasions before when I felt Elle's mood strongly. That was when my life was in danger, when I thought of strong emotions like anger in the same way, but... this time, I shouldn't be thinking particularly strongly about something.

As always, we often do not know the alien powers given to us by the goddess Astraela.

Think about talking to Mr. Utano later, give him one extension. Sometimes it's good to relax like this.

"Then why don't you just relax and take a look around the world when you're done?"

"Right."

As for this one, I said it casually, but I didn't think it would be easy to get back to you.

I turn my slightly surprised gaze towards Elle, but I didn't see this one over there. But it's not that it's a raw reply... after all, El tilts his neck if he's not sure today.

"But I am also the sword of Master Astraela. There will be no such freedom."

"Well, that's too bad."

"Yes."

So, the conversation breaks. It's not like I want to say anything in particular, it's a conversation where I say what I think. Probably something similar for Elle.

So even if the conversation broke off, there was nothing else for the country to think about, and I could afford to enjoy the silence.

"Kill Naifer and slash Shelfa again. If we shut up the demons and demons, we'll have plenty of room to enjoy our peaceful time."

I wonder if that much accommodation will allow me. Nor is Master Astraela a ghost. In other words, it seems to me that he enjoys the world as well.

Even though Astraela said she was walking down the boulevard of Wangdu with a skewer of oak meat on her cheeks, there would be no way for Elle to walk while enjoying the view.

"If that. After I defeated Naifer, he said he'd grant me one wish. Time for Elle to move freely for a while."

"Range"

When I say that, they call me by my name and block my words.

There was the usual stubborn face, not the look I was enjoying the view.

"I don't like your mouth."

"... Yes"

When I honestly bow my head, Elle nods with her chest up all the time saying it's okay.

I'm really glad you stopped because Utano sees my parents' revenge.

"I'd be very happy to give you a few more polite words."

"Come on."

Elle often tells me to use more polite language. Is that because you want to behave like a hero who is human but who revives the power of God?

Even for me, I admire the title of hero, and I want to be if I can be. But clinging to language makes me clap a lot. Even so, I care about the language.

"Oh, my God."

"The range is good and I feel like the tone is getting rough for demons and demons"

"Uh... well"

Maybe so, I think.

Oak is a pig, so I feel like I'm slaughtering a fucking pig when I get a little upset. The same goes for Lizardman (anyway) and Skeleton (bone).

I know...

"I use rough words to temper demons and monsters."

"I've never heard of it before, is it true?

"Sort of."

If you don't, your mind won't be able to fight.

If I'm weak myself, I don't think I have a mind. But I'm really scared to fight demons, and I'm scared to point my sword at them and to be pointed at them.

If you get hurt, it hurts, and your body will not move even if you are only in the middle of the battlefield (or just inside), considering that you are dead and cold.

I can't tell anyone else about that... but even Soichi and Ami are out there fighting. Even the youngest knit is following this journey with hard work.

There's no way I, the oldest, can make a weak noise. - Words are getting rough to push through that strength. I'm aware... maybe there's nothing I can do about all this. At least, now.

Fighting harder… Although demons and demons may get a little better if they get used to taking their lives.

"I see."

Maybe that's what conveyed my mood to El.

Elle nods and walks over here. There's nothing strange about it, it's the usual walk, but I feel so sorry for what I was thinking that I almost lost my back.

"Sure. If that means I'm in the mood. Maybe there's no stopping that language."

But words like this one was thinking won't return and exhale one breath of relief.

Looking at me like that, Elle leaned her neck strangely.

"Well, that's what it is."

"Okay. Bye."

So cut the words,

"The next time we see each other, we'll bust Naifer."

I smiled slightly and said so.

Gap with the usual...... yeah.

"I don't think you should use it. Yeah."

"Why?

So, when I can tilt my neck with a strange face from the bottom of my heart, this one gets in trouble.

Maybe if Elle mentioned that, I'd feel like I'd be pissed off by Mr. Utano. I taught you something weird or something.

Unconsciously, Elle looked just a little cute with the colorful flowers on her back and her neck tilted with crystal flowers on her chest.

The sea breeze strokes her cheeks and shakes her hair.

The stretched sails deflect greatly, causing the ship to advance in the wind. The sea visible from aboard is blue, and the unclean sea water is clear through the sea. Instead of swimming fish, I can't even see the demons of the sea typical of half-fishers (sahaggins).

That, first of all, means that the demons of the sea are also afraid of big ships again, and that the route this ship is taking is just in the middle of warm and cold sea water. Because we're moving on to a mixed place.

An organism that lives in the ocean is sensitive, and even a slight difference in the temperature of sea water is perceived as sensitive, sometimes even life-threatening. So this is how they keep the demon raid away by going on sea routes with temperature differences from left to right.

Old people, they're really smart, or something. When I heard the story, I was ashamed of myself for only having the feeling that it was amazing.

"Are you all right?

On such a deck, he speaks out to my apprentice, who is desperately fighting drunkenness as he hits the wind.

It is Miss Francesca who is blue-faced. Blue or blue or white? I look so bitter that I'm going to feel sorry for this one I'm watching, and it's in the wind in the corner so I don't get in the way of the sailors. And that's one of the reasons I can deal with it right away when I throw up that it's deck.

What a reason for colour and nothing.

…………

I don't even reply, I snort and respond.

I didn't hear you were so bad at ships, and I didn't even think your harbor town warrant was bad at ships.

As far as he was concerned, he didn't like it in the past, but he thought it would be okay now. At the moment, there was no resistance whatsoever to boarding the ship, and even after boarding, he acted with Muru and Solnea for some time to guide him aboard. Around there, it can be said that the boulder is the family of the owner of this ship.

But the problem was, it was a while after the ship left. Today, which is the second day, I rest because I'm a little sick at first, and I don't eat dinner because I don't have an appetite.

With a seasick, dead (zombie) complexion, to this day.

"About the ship, pity"

"Ugh."

Ermenhilde's voice must have flourished, Miss Francesca holding her head in a slow motion.

Apparently, the sound on Elmenhilde's head is very painful in a seasick state.

"Just be quiet. Your voice looks spicy when you're seasick."

'... rude'

When Ermenhilde says sadly, Miss Francesca holds her head back again.

When he stood up sighing at such a trick, he turned his gaze to Muru, who was sitting in a crate packed with luggage at a remote location. I was looking at this one with my legs fluttered, just because it had nothing to do with seasickness. I don't know, Miss Francesca.

"Don't make it impossible."

…………

I still don't hear back, I just nod and respond. Looks pretty serious.

Stay away from Miss Francesca like that and head towards Mululu. The other side seemed to guess what I was trying to say, and as I approached, I jumped off the crate I was sitting in.

"Fran, are you okay?

"I'm seasick. While you're on the boat, I guess that's how it goes."

"Yes..."

'I don't know, but is seasickness hard?

Mululu, who would also have never felt seasick or anything like that, looks up at me with interest in Ermenhilde's question.

But I've never been seasick, either, so I'm not sure.

"I have nothing to do with seasickness either. If it's like a hangover, it's hard to die."

"Alcohol and ship are different"

"Not at all."

They say it in a strong tone and reply by clapping their shoulders. You're both nice to Miss Francesca.

With that in mind, I'll sit back in the crate where Mululu sat earlier.

"Elmenhilde has a hard voice, so I'm here."

"Is that my fault?

"Oh."

"... right"

When I say that, I shut up while I replied with a depressed voice.

I'm just kidding, so I don't have to be so depressed.

"Just kidding."

"Range jokes are hard to understand"

That said, Mululu walks to Miss Francesca's side.

Sigh as you follow that little back with your eyes.

"Is that so hard to understand?

I don't know.

Take your buddy, who has bent his umbilical cord, out of his pocket and stroke him with his fingertips. I don't feel like doing that much adventure on a boulder just in case I play on a ship.

That's how you enjoy the feel of Elmen Hilde at your fingertips, and take your gaze to Kaihara.

White clouds. Blue sea and blue sky. I can no longer see the continent of Imnesia, nor can I still see the continent of Elflame. Really, just the sea, the sky and the clouds.

A voyage that weighs direction against the current time and position of the sun can also be reassuring with sailors accustomed to the journey.

Unlike at the time of departure, the sailors with a slow atmosphere looked sideways and gazed again at the sea.

"Beautiful."

"Oh. That's a good view."

When I say that, you were feeling the same thing, Elmenhilde groans.

I feel like this is the first time I've thought about the wide sea plains since the time of the original world. The ocean in our world is dirty, not that I can't swim, but I don't think it was a beautiful blue so far.

It would feel good to be able to swim in such an ocean, but if we were to jump into the ocean here, it would be the bait of a half-fish man (sahagin) in no time.

To boulders, fighting monsters specialized in the sea in the sea is nothing but suicide.

"Blue sea, white clouds. Uhmi is horrible."

"What's that song?

"It's a famous song in our world."

That said, when he sang only the places he knew, Elmenhilde raised his voice like he was impressed.

'You know a lot, really. But you don't know everything.'

"I think I'm the one who's wide and shallow."

"I think it's important to do one thing."

"You're tough."

Laughing cheerfully and cooling in the sea breeze, Ermenhilde also goes out with me without saying anything.

"The Elflame continent is amazing."

'Hmm?'

"I have a lot of scenery to show you as well as Solnea."

'Right. I'm looking forward to that.'

In the elf forest, the world tree. Rock holes inhabited by dwarves and settlements inhabited by beasts. A flower garden at the entrance to Fairy Town.

You may or may not like it.

Elmen Hilde is not Elle, so I know the emotions I feel are different.

That's fine, I think.