The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

The drinking water problem could easily be solved. Even so, I ask Anastasia to use the help of the Water Spirit (Undine) to turn the sea water into brine.

When I was discussing the future with Anastasia and Hermenhilde, they told me that I could turn seawater into drinking water.

If I knew, even yesterday I would have properly cleaned Fafnir's wounds with water before applying herbs. That being said, Anastasia was visibly depressed, and the first struggle of the day was to forgive her.

Well, I'm tired too, and I'm sorry I didn't get around to thinking about it. There are three sorceries Anastasia can use: soil and wind, and water. You can help from earth spirits (Gnome), wind spirits (Silf), and water spirits (Undine). Is it not compatible with the Fire Spirit (Salamander) because of its race of fairies?

I should have known that, but it was all about the medicinal herbs that made my head full.

I seem to be in a hurry for this situation, too.

"Don't be afraid to wash Fafnir's body later"

"Huh?"

'... you wash it?

Saying so while scratching her hair, Anastasia and Ermenhilde raised their heartfelt strange voices.

"Cleaning your body is basic when you get hurt. Even the dragon, if it stays dirty, it could purify the wound."

Well, a regular dragon wouldn't have a soft life force, like losing to fungus. But now Fafnir is a dying weight. I think we should create a situation where we can make it a little more resilient.

Fortunately, this is not the situation where there will be no more forest herbs right now.

Wash Fafnil's body today, repaint the herbs... and get what me and Anastasia eat. And I want to wash my clothes. Immerse yourself in the sea water, go into the woods, crush the herbs, and paint their crushed herbs on Fafnir's wounds. Honestly, it stinks so bad.

I couldn't afford to care less that I didn't care yesterday, but if I can get water, I can wash my clothes casually.

"Before you do that, you don't have to deal with the wounds first."

"I know."

"Not at all."

When I praise my shoulders, they get angry already.

Sleeping overnight and feeling calmed, I climbed onto Fafnir's back, angry at Anastasia, who was getting back on track more than yesterday.

To Fafnir's back, turn your gaze. There's no way that all that wound can heal in just one night, and Fafnir is still raising and lowering her body every breath, but she's not conscious. Drug-painted wounds remain as they were yesterday.

As I stood up remembering the pain of being able to tighten my chest to that painful appearance, Anastasia turned the sea water into real water and hit me.

"Look. I'm not confused."

"Hehe."

"Ha... it's a good thing you're well. Yeah."

I'm sure Anastasia feels the same way about me. Though I took a night off and settled down, I feel like I'm going to shrivel when I see all this scratching. It makes me feel stronger that I can't do it anymore than I want to help Fafnir. So even if I can't, I try to act bright and excite (fumble) my feelings.

"Let's do what we can."

Gently stretch and untie the muscles, then kneel into the big back that carried us on many occasions.

Now, let's do it.

Carefully hand wash the area around the wound, feeling stronger inside. But it's pretty hard that there's nothing to block the bright, shining sun. Immediately the sweat seeps in and wipes the forehead with the sleeves of the clothes. By the time the sun leaned slightly, the sweat was still dripping off his chin (chin), conveying his cheeks in time.

"Are you all right?

"Oh, my God."

Really, it's inconvenient to call it a human body. It's vulnerable to heat and cold, and I just feel sick after a little imposition.

I'm washing Fafnir's body while I get water from Anastasia, but isn't that about half her speed? Rather than getting the hang of it, you simply have a different number of hands.

Based on magic, Anastasia uses the power of the Water Spirit (Undine) to transform sea water into bright water and to manipulate that bright water as a human puppet (Golem). The golem, a beautiful water itself, is a few. I wonder if the consumption of Anastasia's magic is also considerable around the fact that it is really washed to the details.

"You can't make weak noises."

"Right."

A little girl, like a puppet with wings, is flying the sun on her back as she floats a ball of water in the air. What a fantastic (fantasy) sight, but washing Fafnir's wounds can't afford to enjoy the sight with heavy labor. He scratches his sweat and wipes his forehead slightly disturbed by breath, even though it is not even the season that has come to spring.

There is fatigue, but above all hunger.

I moisten my throat while I get water separated from Anastasia, but that's still not enough. Rather, I feel more hungry when I put water in my stomach.

The size of Fafnir's physique and the wound itself are so great that he washes them over time, one by one, that after a while he rests looking up to heaven. And resume again.

Repeating until about the time the sun rose to Jomtien, Gu, and his belly rang.

Still, when I am done washing my wounds patiently, the next step is collecting herbs. Anastasia has Fafnir by her side and collects herbs when she enters the woods just like yesterday. We know there are no dangerous beasts on this island, so we leave the woods with herbs in each hand in a single quest. I repeated that twice or so to see if there was anything like nuts that I could eat next time instead of medicinal herbs. No matter how much, when you do all this heavy labor and skip a meal, it's normal to be physical, but it's also spiritually painful,

Looking for something that could be eaten that way… or something that could be called nuts, I was able to spot some nuts. After all, yesterday, my concentration was lacking, too.

But the problem is.

"What's that?

I don't know.

Answer Anastasia's voice, with a strange voice.

There are three kinds of nuts that line the beach apart from the herbs. One is like a dongle, the other doesn't even look like a chestnut. And the last one... what is it? Distorted form. A thumb-sized speckle pattern doesn't even resemble a pine cone.

"Can you eat?

"Come on...... I hope you can eat"

Naturally, my voice had also become weak as it sought hopeful observation. Whatever, it looks like a spot. Obviously, it just looks hazy.

Anastasia also seems to be feeling hungry, and even with such an obvious hassle, I wouldn't say I wouldn't eat it. I remember hearing hunger is the best seasoning or something, but poison is poison. If it was really off, you wouldn't even be able to see it.

"Ha."

"You don't even know the range, nuts."

"What are you gonna do?"

Arm yourself in front of those three types of nuts.

I'm hungry. Hungry.

But seriously think about whether we should take the risk of eating something we may not be able to afford in this situation. Only me and Anastasia can move now. As one of you looks poisonous, if that breaks your stomach, you can't even see it. It's just a matter of breaking my belly, but if I really had poison, that would be the worst.

But... I'm hungry.

Should we eat, or should we be patient here? But even if you put up with it, you don't necessarily get food ahead of you. Then we should take some chances and see if we can eat.

"Be patient for a moment."

"No, but hey. You haven't eaten anything since yesterday morning, have you?

"... I know exactly how that feels. Me, too."

With that said, Anastasia also dropped her hand on that little stomach. And I have a grudge against me. I'm turning my gaze.

"I forgot the corner..."

"It's my fault."

Well, I guess it's my fault in this case. Anastasia said she was thinking about Fafnir and forgot to be hungry, because she brought nuts that she didn't know if she could eat and reminded her of her hunger.

Thinking about it, I guess I have a lot of clutter.

That's how I worry about it for a while, then I see Fafnir. Your breathing looks more stable than it was yesterday, but you're still unconscious.

When I see him like that, I tell myself I can't commit the danger (risk) of not being able to move here.

"All right, good luck"

Retreat the unpopular nuts aside and pinch a rock the good size you used yesterday between your walking knees.

'You're not eating?

"If it's poisonous, you can't move until we do."

"... the range is serious."

I'm gonna cry, Chickshaw.

Pulling the dragonbone knife out of its sheath as it exhales, it starts to crush just like it did yesterday.

But what about food? I think so, brushing up the herbs. I'm still fine now, but at this rate, I might not be able to move tomorrow. Before I do, I want to make sure I can eat safely.

Though I think so, I'm going to crush the herbs.

In the meantime, Anastasia brushes Fafnir's wounds with herbs, while I brush up new herbs. By the time the sun leaned slightly from Jomtien, I could apply herbs to all my wounds.

I was able to end it in a much shorter time than yesterday, probably because Anastasia's feelings are calmer than yesterday's.

I was in a hurry and desperate move yesterday, but I feel like I was noticeably unsettled to say I wasn't handy for that matter. I washed Fafnir's wound today, and feeling calmer in breath than yesterday seems to make room for some feelings.

"Okay."

"Hmm.... wake up soon, Fafnir"

Anastasia sounds satisfied and grunts so as to continue.

When I bring the sleeve of my clothes to my nose, I start to smell awesome. After thirsty seawater, I guess the grass juice splashed when I crushed the herbs. My clothes, but the smell is pretty tight.

"Hey, Anastasia"

"Mm, what?

"Give me some water, I want to wash my clothes"

"Speaking of which, you said that."

"You should wash it too. Because it smells so bad."

"Ah?"

Apparently, the last word was silence. I kind of look away from Anastasia, who's going to kill people with just her gaze.

Oh, it's a beautiful day, too. As far as I'm concerned, I'd like it to be a little cloudy.

'Totally......'

When Ermenhilde takes off his coat (cape), he removes the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword, knife and dagger sheath from his belt and places it on the beach of sand.

I snarl my neck as I feel much lighter with that alone. Then there was a surprisingly loud noise myself.

"Wow."

The sound seemed to have reached Anastasia's ear as well, and I was greatly surprised. Is it unusual to ring so many neck joints?

Take off your jacket with that in mind, followed by your boots.

"Wow!?

I just tried to take it off to my skin, and Anastasia raised her voice again. When I turn my gaze, I'm trying to hide my bright red face with my hands. I am, because I can see my eyes watching this one closely from between my fingers.

When I turn my frigid gaze at a mashed childlike reaction, I rush off my gaze from body to body. I don't think that looks like a fairy queen very much.

"What are you doing?

"Why are you taking it off all of a sudden!?

"No, I want to wash my clothes."

'Cause it stinks so bad.

Then I'm thinking of diving into the ocean while I dry my washed clothes.

If you don't have any nuts, you can catch the fish. It is a simple logic.... Seriously, though, I'm dying.

If you are attacked by demons in the sea, the art of resistance will be extremely reduced, but you know you won't come that far to the shallow waters. Even if you keep stopping by, you can still earn as much time as you manage to ask Anastasia for help...... it should.

If it's true, it's probably the easiest way to drop a seabird that flew to the beach, but that seabird isn't scared of Fafnir either. Really, a dragon is intimidating. That doesn't seem to change without consciousness.

"I mean, why doesn't the medal woman say anything?"

"No. It's the usual thing..."

"I was dressed in the same room when I stayed at the inn or when I was traveling alone."

I think it's time to get dressed.

Well, I was embarrassed at first, too. But I can also say there's nothing I can do. It is inefficient to leave the medal (Ermenhilde) outside the room every time you change clothes, and if you do that, you are likely to be deprived of it. Anyway, it looks like it's just a medal with gems embedded in it. Would it be a good amount if I sold it to the store? I have never sold it, so I don't know.

"Oh, you change in the same room or something?

"Well, you know what?"

"Umm."

When me and Elmenhilde agree, Anastasia looks back in surprise. Although I dyed my cheeks a little, and my gaze wandered here and there.

Was this guy so beginner? In the past, I remember ridiculing next to me dressed normally.

"What are you illuminating?

"It's not lit."

No, it's lit.

His face turned bright red and he was pissed off. Instead of the ear, it is bright red to the neck muscle. Because the original skin is white and what is wrapped around it is also clothing like a white dress, it is easy to understand the skin dyed by Zhu.

"Hurry up. If you don't wash it while the sun shines, it won't dry by night."

"Ugh... Ugh. Don't show your maiden anything weird."

"Who's the maiden? Live many times more than I do."

To that extent, he was hit with an extra-large water bullet created with the help of the Water Spirit (undine). Not only me, but even my clothes get wet. Well, I'm going to wash it, so I hope my clothes get wet.

"... Did I say something?

"No, I want to wash my clothes quickly."

That, scratch up your hair with your right hand, returning something like a salute to your too low voice.

Then Ermenhilde threw up an obvious sigh.

'Don't play, wash your clothes quickly. Do we have to look for food, too?

"I'm not playing. Yikes. Because the range is rude."

"It would be even more rude for Range to say so now. Get used to it. '

"Knock."

"... I'm gonna cry for real, Chickshaw"

Wash your clothes with some angry but prepared true water, weeping inside at your partner's terrible betrayal. When I say wash it, I don't have anything like detergent, so I just wash my hands easily.

A half-naked man washing his hands with clothes in a floating water polo in the air is probably pretty dumb from the side. I finish washing my clothes with that in mind and leave them on a rock to dry so they don't come with sand.

I had another bore with Anastasia when I took it off to wash my pants, but I can still say that I managed to do the laundry peacefully. My whole body is already wet before I go into the ocean.

Let's be good that the rocks didn't fly along with the perverted treatment.

"Anastasia should wash her clothes too."

"Ugh."

That said, I still just groan small without taking any action. Well, I guess this is the problem. You don't want to take your clothes off because I'm here.

No matter how much Anastasia is a fairy, she is once a woman. Once.

There seems to be resistance to exposing the skin in front of the man, and it is good evidence that he is pulling the hem of his skirt all the way down with his cheeks dyed with shame.

... If you're ashamed, you just have to stop skirting when you fly. I guess I shouldn't talk about that.

"Because of the smell"

"Pull, punch!

"Ha."

I was pissed. Well, of course.

Hold the medal in your right hand, shrugged by Ermenhilde.

"I'm going to dive into the ocean for a bit, so wash it in the meantime."

"Huh?"

"It's food. If you can't have nuts, it's fish. If you can't fish, now you're after seabirds."

Nothing, it's not the kind of personality you prefer to eat. When I was traveling around the world on a demon crusade, that's what freshly killed pigs (orcs) were. I've also eaten Griffin and Kimyra before. There is no such thing as one or two getty things right now. It takes a little courage to sahaggin 'on a boulder.

Grab a medal and silver trident spear (Trident) in your right hand and dip it into the ocean to your knees. The sun is strong, so the chilling of the calm sea water is pleasant.

Food is a must to live. I want to fix the problem as soon as possible. Me and Anastasia, too, but most importantly, if Fafnir wakes up, he'll need a lot.

It is natural that nutrition is necessary to heal injuries, but there are no drips or nutrients in this world, so nutrition to heal wounds can only be consumed from the diet. The nutrition required for a giant like Fafnir should be commensurately enormous.

In that case, Anastasia and I need to recover so we can move quickly. Even if Fafnir wakes up in the corner, it's the end of the line that we can't move. It doesn't even make a joke about all three of them falling together.

"Then I'm coming. Fafnir, please."

"Hey, hey..."

Anastasia was about to say something, but she didn't care to dive into the sea. I've never dived into the ocean like this before in this world, but there's no such thing as a half-fish man (Sahagin) in sight.

Perhaps you are just as frightened by the signs of Fafnir as the seabirds are. After judging that, going a little further offshore, I was able to spot some fish.

The reason I haven't seen much of it is probably because the ecosystem is different from the ocean on the mainland side of Imnesia. Even in small Japan, there is a difference between the types of fish caught on the west and left. Is it also natural that fish types will differ in the wider world, in different continents: Imnesia and Elflame?

"Ermenhilde, let me know when the demons come by."

"Leave it to me."

Once he made his face to the sea level and passed his breath succession, he dived straight to the bottom of the sea - trying not to succeed, he made his face to the sea level again.

"What's up?

"... no. Diving into the ocean seems harder than I thought."

'That's all... All I'm saying is hang in there.'

"Oh. I'll do my best."

I used to feel like I was diving easily when I saw it on TV.

Repeated several times after that, hunger goes hand in hand with fatigue reaching its peak, finally succeeding in securing three fish. The sight of fish piercing each blade tip of a trident is surreal inside.

When a half-fish man (Sahagin) goes up to the beach without stopping by, he still exhales in relief at Fafnir, who is breathing calmly and repeatedly as if sleeping unconsciously. If I hadn't come up from the sea and breathed, I would have thought for a moment. It's not even on the edge.

Point your gaze around you as you poke your head with your left clench (bush).

Anastasia is missing. I think it's ok because there are no demons or signs of them, but the condition of Fafnir makes me a little worried.

"Anastasia?"

'On the right. The Shadow of the Rock -'

"Don't tell me."

When Elmen Hilde tells me, she responds with a yelling voice.

"Are you safe? I didn't see him, so I was worried."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. Hey, don't come over here."

I hear Anastasia's hiding. Trying to get close to the rock, they tell me not to come.

Before I tilted my neck wondering what it was, I noticed the white clothes on that rock. Just like my clothes, I guess I'm drying my clothes off on a rock so it doesn't come with sand.

Does that mean that Anastasia doesn't look all wrapped up now, or just her underwear? Either way, I'm a little hesitant to show up in front of me.

I see. I am good at it inside, smiling bitterly and returning my heels.

"I've got the fish, come here when your clothes are dry."

"Ugh. Okay."

He shook his shoulder in a modest voice that didn't look like his usual anastasia and waved his right arm. A trident (trident) becomes a jade magic light and mists, and the fish that was stabbed at the tip of the blade falls to the sandy beach.

When I picked up the fish, I lowered my back to the place where the fire burned yesterday. The dead branches were collected at a little leeway, so there is still enough to cook the fish.

There is no firestone or fire magic, so I start the fire while rubbing wood plates with wooden bars just like yesterday. This is a lot of hard work. It doesn't light the fire as easily as I thought. When you still desperately start a fire while you miss the firestone, now make it bigger with dead leaves so that you don't extinguish that fire, and make it bigger with dead branches based on that fire.

Now pull out the dragonbone knife, peel the fish scales, pull out the guts, wash clean with sea water, and then poke the branches out of your mouth.

"Finally, you're about to take a breather"

"Not yet."

I smile bitterly at Ermenhilde's words and turn my gaze to Fafnir. It wasn't until Fafnir woke up that I took a breather.

Still, I can't be alarmed.

Exhale, staring at the fire of the fire. Depending on the wind conditions, the ship Amida was on should have arrived today or tomorrow at a port on the Elflame continent. Is everyone all right? Thinking about it, I get a sigh of relief.

Still, there's no way to know if it's safe or not, but you can only believe it's safe.

Until now, I have been distracted from the guardians of Soichi and Amida... maybe I just haven't been able to isolate them.

Thinking about it made me feel a little easier.

Ami and Kitty said she was an adult now. With that in mind, let's just sleep for a little while. I thought so and closed my eyes holding my knee.