The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Cutlets, and. Apart from the sound of the sea breeze and waves heard from the empty windows, the dry sound echoed into the room. The sound of Faerona sitting on her face moving a chess pawn.

It was the knight's pawn that moved it. Faerona likes to use this pawn as a point of battle. Expect to move next while putting things around in the corner of your thoughts. I don't think Chess is that sometimes, but a battle to read dozens of hands ahead without saying second-hand or third-hand.

Well, no matter how much I think about it, there's no way I can read my hands that far ahead. If you really try to learn chess, you might be able to do it at some point.

I don't dare start by thinking only about form, but I also move soldier (Pawn).

As you read my fingers like that, Faerona moved the soldier (Pawn) without getting lost.

"Uhm."

When I purposely roar, I circle the pawn of the soldier (Pawn) who took it from me like Faerona plays with his fingertips.

In a little while, he said he was improving to cod. The reality is that the difference between me moving my body with Mululu every day and Faerona, who in her spare time was referring to Ami and Miss Francesca, manifests herself prominently on the board. Already, a quarter of the pawns that should be in my position have been taken by Fayrona.

It looks like Solnea is watching me and Fayrona fight like that interesting next door...... Although I don't know the true meaning of the change in expression because it is still hard to understand. Not so much one-sided, but slightly embarrassed to be seen pushed against the mood.

Miss Francesca is still badly seasick, so she cools on the deck, with Ami and Mululu beside her as escorts. Elmen Hilde also keeps Ami for the reason that she can only make me hear her voice.

Nothing, I'm not going to cheat on chess fights, but sometimes it's not a bad idea to enjoy men's time this way.... Though Solnea is here.

Move the pawn, slightly cluttered.

"Hmm."

Now, little Faerona roared.

After being lost for about a few seconds, the cutlets, and the pawn of the Faerona faction, make a dry noise, move.

It's not like there's ever a lot of conversation, but sometimes times like this aren't bad. Being close to your fellow travelers is also important.

Then dozens of hands later, the battle stations on the board had fluctuated dramatically. Even so, I'm being caught up.

I don't hate to use my head, but the fact that I'm not used to thinking about complications in a short time has also appeared. In short, I lost focus.

If you were a former amateur, Solnea's opponent, you had to know, and you seemed to have to say you were inexperienced to play the opponent you were used to chess.

It is obvious that he moves the pawn with a few thoughts ahead of him, but has not read through after that, and is deprived while ensuring that the few remaining pawns are hunted down. Afterwards, he still looks for the winning eye while fleeing with overpowering hands on the spot, but in the end, they take this hand and push him into a situation where there's nothing he can do about it.

Then, after worrying for a while, he raised his hands and left his back to the back of the chair, exhaling heavily.

"Shit."

"Right."

Faerona nods with a slight loosening of her mouth, even though she says it's usually a Rin look. Damn. When you are happy to beat me, you can tell by your attitude even though you do not speak up.

"Me and Mululu are not the lowest contenders, this"

"I guess so. Me and Solnea are winning and losing repeatedly."

The strength of the chess seems to be something like Ami in first place, Miss Francesca in second place, Faerona and Solnea in equal measure, and me and Mululu in the lowest contest. Well, Mululu doesn't refer to chess, so it can also be said to be out of real power.

When I do, am I the weakest?

Dropping his shoulders on that fact, he looks around the room as he keeps his weight on his back.

Leaving the city of Merdiole, today is the fourth day.

Depending on the wind, it takes six to seven days to reach the Elflame continent, even at the speed of a large Galeon ship that is common in this world. In the meantime, the cabin that we are allowed to use is not a taco room like the one used by a very first-class adventurer, but a first-class room like the one used by a so-called nobleman, with two beds and all the conditioning. Well, Miss Francesca, the daughter of Mr. Leonhardt, the owner (owner) of the ship, uses it, so you take this for granted. Instead, I don't think Mr. Leonhardt prepared it.

Unfortunately, so many luxurious rooms get tired. I don't know about the good or bad paintings that are decorated on the walls, but I wonder if even one of those paintings is quite a price. There are no cracks like pots on boulders, but even candlesticks that set up candles (candles) are a delicacy that can be seen as luxury at the glance of a silver worker.

The beds provided are also superior and will now be sun-dried on the deck (kampan). Of course, it's the maids on the boat who are drying me out. I remember those maids saying they were looking after us around. It is common for nobles to leave things to maids and deacons around them, but we are adventurers except Miss Francesca... especially Faerona and Mululu are elves and beasts. I'm not used to having someone take care of me around me, and the idea underlying me seems pretty tired.

"Nevertheless. I've never been on a ship crossing the ocean before, but a lot of people can get in there."

"Hey."

There are about five hundred people on this Galeon ship, including sailors. Many of them are human, but there are also sub and beast men like Faerona and Mululu, and few of them are returning to the Elflame continent.

During the great voyage in our world, there were about six hundred people on one ship, so I guess fewer crew members, but still quite a few.

Always on deck a dozen sailors act in some role, and those who don't enjoy the view on deck or have thoughtful time in the cabin. The area remains as seen in the film.

"It's only about crossing the river, like a ship I've been on. Human technology is something to keep an eye on."

"Well, there's a theory that the ship was designed by Dwarves and built by humans and Dwarves."

In fact, there is no clear evidence of who was the first to design this Galeon ship in our world. Some people say they thought it, the Dwarves say they thought it, and some say it was made jointly by humans and the Dwarves.

I'm sure Dwarves are the best in the world when it comes to making things. However, it is also considered more human than Dwarf to have the advanced idea of crossing the sea.

When we came to this world, the Galeon ship was already the most built ship in this world, so we don't know where it actually is, but it's still a theory that humans thought about it and built it.

Anyway, Dwarves don't show much interest in the outside world, even if they are interested in building or new technologies. To put it badly, we have the idea that if we're satisfied, we don't care about our surroundings. It was my idea that humans would be stronger to show interest in "Beyond the Sea" and to think about ships to cross the ocean where demons spread.

Well, this is my personal idea, so there's a good chance it's not the right answer.

"Either way, I'm curious to see how many trees this ship needs."

"Right. If there isn't a big battle going on, we'll calm down how often we build ships from now on."

"I hope so."

From now on, you will need a ship to do business with Elflame, but that will only be enough now. If Imnesia and Elflame, each other's cultures, grow more than ever now, ships will change in the direction they deserve.

That's how we started cleaning up the pawn as we talked, and Fayrona, who was sitting face to face, rose out of her chair.

"What's up?

"No, it's a shift. I've kept you waiting a long time."

As he sat down in bed, he went to the chair where Fayrona had sat until now, and now Solnea sat down.

"Regards"

"Wait a minute. Stop."

"Shh... what is it?

"Wait, that means"

Solnea stares at me with a strange face, stopping her pawn-lined hands and panicking. With that gaze, I'll make a deliberate ringing of my neck, tired. I'll make an appeal.

Of course, I don't care about Solnea, but I don't want to look at her, so on the contrary, it seems that this one is out of sight.

It's not that I cowered my feelings, I don't know... it's the sight of a young child urging me to buy a toy. When I can stare into my eyes, which can be described as innocent, I can hardly get out.

It can also be described as a destructive gaze because it is a soldier who usually doesn't have much self-assertion.... just until then, if you tell me I'm just sweet.

"I'm tired, let's take a break"

"... Really?"

I haven't changed my expression, but maybe it's not my fault I look slightly depressed. The fingers that were lining the pawns are moving slowly, visibly.

"If I take a break, I'll point it right"

"Really?"

That being said, the pawn-lined movement is as slow as ever. I smile bitterly at Solnea, who shows her emotions in her behavior, and I slowly arrange pawns because I'm really tired of just pointing right at her.

Ever since I started pointing to chess this way, I think my emotions have become a little bit human or invisible. Still hard to understand, but I feel like I know a little bit. There was no such thing as me and Chez being depressed because we couldn't point it out.

Does it mean that the personality of Solnea has grown slightly, but not slightly, to feel a change that was not felt before?

"Isn't it more fun to point to Faerona than to point to me?

"Fun, is it?

"Faerona's better at chess than I am."

When I say that, Solnea turns her gaze at me, saying she doesn't know what she's talking about, and Fayrona shivers her shoulders with her hands hiding her mouth.

I didn't mean to be so weird... but there's no reason for me to be so close to Solnea that I can think that I sat in a chair for such adorable reasons as wanting to point to me.

That's why I think Faerona would be better suited in terms of intimacy because she should be with Faerona and Ami longer than I am.

I think so......

"Range, is chess boring?

"No, I don't mean..."

I don't suppose you have any intention of blaming me. I still can't see the wave of emotions, but the voice doesn't even sound like it's sinking a little.

"Isn't this kind of fun to compete with a strong opponent?

"I was wondering if that would happen."

Respond immediately to my words and Solnea will finish lining up the pawns. I'm used to that trick, much faster than I am. That's all it takes to figure out that Solnea is used to chess.

Rather than being half-hearted, my attitude toward chess is not the same as that of me, who only thinks it's a waste of time.

That's why I think it's better to deal with Faerona, Ami and Miss Francesca than to point to me, but Solnea doesn't seem to think so.

Speaking of differences in thinking, I guess that's it, but, well, if Solnea's okay with anything, there's no reason for me to do this. I'm sure this idea would also be "boring" if you let Ermenhilde say it.

"I'd like to refer to it as a range"

"Well, it's an honor"

Step aside, but it didn't seem to convey much meaning. There's no breaking one look, waiting for me to finish lining up the pawn.

That doesn't even look like a puppy waiting for this word. Well, I guess the puppy is better and barks better.

With that in mind, the ship inadvertently rocked heavily.

The recoil causes the pawns that were lined up to make noises and scatter them all over the floor. Sooner than worrying about that pawn, he turns his gaze to Faerona by supporting Solnea with his left hand, who was about to fall out of his chair. Fayrona was rushing to the door leading to the passage without losing her shape in the ship's shake to see what was going on outside.

"What happened?

"I don't know... a demon raid?

Apparently, those in the hallway aren't confused yet. Take your hands off the supporting Solnea and pick up the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword that rolled to the floor with an earlier shake. Fayrona also reaches for her bow and sword, gathering her gear. Hanging his sword on his waist and weaving his coat (cape) on the wall, he made a loud noise and opened the door.

It was Mululu who came in. As he panicked, he walked over without stopping his hand from weaving his coat (cape).

"What happened?

"I'm not sure. Ami told me to get a range."

Hear the words and leave the room in the form of a guide to Mululu.

"Faerona, Solnea, please"

"... okay?

"Unbelievable. Come to the deck with Solnea if it's too late to go back or if there's another terrible shake."

"Okay."

What the hell was that? I look out the window as I run down the hallway, where I start blurring.

The sea is not particularly rough, nor is the weather suddenly changing. When I still wondered if it was a demonic raid, I saw an unlikely object in the corner of my vision.

When I stop my running leg and look out the round window, I follow that figure with my eyes that is already like a black dot.

I wasn't watching with caution, but the appearance of a moment in the corner of my vision visible through the window was a familiar red giant - wouldn't it have been Fafnir? And wasn't it also the dragon that was driving that fafnir up?

"Range?"

I don't know what you thought of me like that, Mululu pulling the hem of my clothes.

"Let's hurry, Mululu"

The question of why Fafnir is at sea swirls in my head.

The confusion caused my legs to slow down, and the confused people began to gather in the aisle faster than we could get to the deck. Running up to the deck scratching that wave of people, the deck was quieter than I thought.

Because no sailors are supposed to be working on the deck. Unmanned deck, in the center of which Ami stands alone. Its back also feels like it's killing me to be alert to something, but I can't help but exhale a breath of relief when I see it safe.

Turning her gaze around, Miss Francesca, with a blue face, was sitting right next to the door.

"Are you all right?

"Fran, are you okay?

"Ah, Dear Range..."

The lack of hegemony in his voice is probably due to seasickness. From what I've seen, there doesn't seem to be any trauma.

Ask Mululu to take care of Miss Francesca and run over to Ami. Footsteps up so as not to be alarmed and approaching, I could not tell from a distance, but I notice that the golden magic light overflowing from its body stretches over the entire Galeon ship, about fifty meters long.

Due to the intensity of the first shake, a slight coarse resistance may also be magically suppressed so that the ship does not overturn.

"Ami, are you okay?

"Mr. Lianshi. Good......"

Looking back at my voice, Ami exhales with a relieved look. But even if you look at the sea, the waves don't look rough.

Then what is Ami releasing magic for?

"Slow"

"I'm still in a hurry with this. So, what happened?

"That's..."

But earlier than Ami answered, the answer came. At the same time as receiving the medal (Ermenhilde) from Ami, I felt more pressured than I had ever felt before, and turned my gaze.

I guess the giant body that I saw for a moment from the round window as I was moving down the hallway turned back somewhere, approaching this way with tremendous speed. Until earlier, it was only a black dot, but now I can see its beauty.

One is Fafnir, king of dragons boasting a crimson giant body.

And the other is black - black dragons all over your body. It is the same winged dragon (Wyburn) as Fafnir, but it is a black dragon that boasts a giant body about two times bigger than Fafnir, the king of the dragon and his wife.

Two dragons flying side by side, holding each other back. No, that black dragon is driving Fafnir away. The distant sight of it solidifies me without words.

"What, that..."

"Damn, Mr. Lotus, something caught me"

Quick to say, the golden magic light sparkles with a dagger made of Spirit Silver (Mithril) pulled out of your hips. I guess it's usually where you use a magic scepter (rod) that further amplifies the magic power of your mighty self, but Ami doesn't have that magic scepter (rod) in her hand. Probably left it in the room.

I'm not going to say "regular battlefield". I didn't even imagine the dragon would attack me on board.

When the magic gathers for the Fafnills to fly, a thin golden membrane is created. As if waiting for it, a black dragon with Fafnir as a foot kick hit the golden membrane. With the roar, the ship rocks loudly again. We were able to prevent the impact from the giant, but not even the impact caused by the dragon's flight. At the same time, Ami, beside him, raises a distressing voice.

On the golden membrane ladder, a black dragon strips his fangs and barks. He said there was a strong obstacle with the ship, but he even felt mad at the way he barked without worrying about it.

I tremble from the core of my body, and I shudder in fear. Black body, crimson eyes, and surprisingly white fangs. If you look nearby, the beauty can even feel horrible.

Whatever, it's huge. Isn't it about the same size as a Galeon ship that would be fifty meters long? When the wings are spread, the sunlight is completely blocked and the entire ship is wrapped in the shadow of a dragon.

The giant dragon is raging to break the golden membrane right in front of you. Beat with wings, eaten with fangs, ripped with nails. He makes a deafening squeal, and the dragon rumbles. Every time, Ami is raising her voice like she's going to suffer.

When I looked next door, I rarely even had a large grain of sweat on my forehead. That's all I'm dealing with, this dragon.

It excites the unusually swallowed and dying will in front of me. Stare at the blackdragon's beauty.

"Ermenhilde."

"Ahhh."

Immediately grasp a jade bow on your left hand and a magical arrow on your right hand.

Without hesitation (hesitation), he points an arrow at the black dragon and releases an arrow toward the scales of stripping. I got rammed and missed my aim, but still this is all the giant. The jade arrow strikes directly at the black dragon, but it mists without destroying a single piece of the scale.

The second arrow was turned with too much hardness, and the moment I stood up to let it go - Fafnir, who had just been kicked in the foot, was attacked directly from the side. He eats it into his neck as he raises the roar of anger, and tries to twist down with force a giant whose physique difference is likely to be more than two times.

The growl rises so that the tympanic membrane is about to tear. It was the black dragon that raised it. But staying in that roar is not a scream for pain, but anger. It is a roar of anger, directed at Fafnir, who disturbed his purpose.

A black dragon skilfully slammed his wings to the surface of the sea, as if to crush Fafnir, eaten from the side, with further force.

Immediately after, an explosion occurs from a hidden spot on the side of the ship. Perhaps Fafnir exhaled (braces) in flames. There's a ship right next to me, but I'm not thinking about it at all. It also means that the thoughtful dragon king is so angry with that dragon king.

The golden membrane, which had prevented the onslaught of the black dragon until earlier, fades, covering the entire ship. That way, it prevents the aftermath of the explosion.

But more than an earlier shake struck the ship, supporting Ami, who was right beside her as she was about to fall ill. Then, the sea water that rose in the aftermath of the explosion wets us.

Along with such seawater, something black fell...

"Night!?

Probably was on Fafnir's back. It was the knight of black armor, Knight, who fell with the sea water. In his arms are the knitwear held, and also the anastasia held in his arms.

When I tried to rush to such a night by releasing my hand, which was supporting Ami, my head was overwhelmed.

"Brother, go up"

Quicker than Knightshirt says, he's turning his bow off and into a sword. My body moves faster than I recognize what it is and flies toward Ami.

But sooner than I acted like that, something fell from the sky kicked me in the ass. A sword (Ermenhilde) is erected to keep it from kicking against your feet, but it is blown to the edge of the ship (helicopter) by the power of the cod (bullshit).

He manages to get caught on the edge so that he doesn't fall off the ship, but the person who unleashed the kick at me like that goes into it without hesitation.

There are two shadows that have come down. So I was finally able to see who was coming in.

"She-"

He lays a great sickle before he speaks his name, and is paid by the transverse eagle. I get stuck on the tip of the blade, but I get blown to the side without being able to kill the impact.

Gray hair spreads out into the sky, turning (hissing) black clothes like bollocks. Stuff the distance to me blown away in just a few steps, and let the shaken sickle swing down to power. Jumping further back and avoiding the attack with the momentum being blown, a big hole was holed up on the deck. Shelfa's specialty in magic, sending magic to explode shortly after sticking out the sickle blade.

The moment my spine freezes on the same power, I'm grabbed by Shelfa, who has packed more distance.

"You're here."

Confused by a sudden sense of flotation, his gaze is on the deck - recognizing the face of the demon king laughing niggardly in the position where he threw me away, instantly turning his sword into a whip.

"Come on Temeer too, Shelfa!!

It entangles a whip in its arm and uses the momentum of falling to literally pull Shelfa off the deck. Falling into the sea - and falling from his back into soft objects - while being concerned that his expression distorted him in amazement. Looking down wondering, he was not falling into the sea, but into the sea. Am I right to say that I am floating on the sea level rather than falling?

If you're confused without understanding what the situation is, Shelfa comes down with her black wings winged.

At the same time, a little shadow descends upon me, solidified by the sudden.

"Suddenly it falls or something!?

"I don't care if you're mad at me..."

Apparently, he used some sort of witchcraft to help Anastasia fall into the sea.

A familiar little shadow… check Anastasia's appearance and at the same time point your gaze in the direction of the deck of the ship that just fell. There are two shadows that have fallen off the back of that black dragon. One is Shelfa. Another, perhaps, demonic - the enemy. I don't have a personality to be optimistic that Ami and Knight will be fine...

Ami is strong, but that is only if we have all the conditions to be able to crush the opponent with the cod magic we have before us. You can't use all that magic on a ship. Knight, too, is beyond the realm of men, but he takes precedence over Knights above all else.

What do you care not to engage, those two? I'm in a bit of a hurry just to know about it... but I can't help it. Let's get it working.

At the same time as breaking it off, Shelfa swung a sickle and swept away the atmosphere on the field. Hold the sword (Ermenhilde) with both hands and be vigilant. Shelfa loosened her mouth when Anastasia refrained from getting in my way either.

I could hear the phonetic sound of a nigga, ripping my glossy lips like a three day moon - (straw).

"Come on, let's play a little bit with Nong et al. Godkiller (Yamada Range)"

Step back, be vigilant.

Like following me like that, Shelfa packs the distance laughing with Niyanya. There are no shards of vigilance in that figure. No... show me the gap and wait for me to step in.

I tongue inside out that he's still a nasty guy. I sincerely enjoy fighting. There was no malice in the smile felt that way, and there was joy in what could be termed pure madness.

Dropping us off into the ocean, watching as the ship progresses, driving the matter out of my mind and focusing on the threat in front of me.

Take a deep breath. Fix the grip of the sword and remove power from your entire body. With some good tension, I look at Shelfa's entire body, not the eye-catching sickle.

Shortly afterwards, the sea level exploded a little further away.

No, with the momentum that exploded, something - a dragon jumped out of the sea. It was the red dragon that popped out first. A little late, black dragon.

In the air, two dragons eat each other. To its neck, to its shoulders.

Off sight of the monster grand showdown that suddenly began, he turns to Shelfa. Perhaps Fafnir doesn't have that much room either.

I know how strong that dragon is, but the black dragon that Fafnir is fighting is something out of the ordinary. Reminds me of the compression when I was relative on the deck. It's like when you confront a demon god (Naifer)... I felt it then, fear.

It feels more like a demon king (Sherfa) standing in front of me and spreading his murders.