The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

I'm afraid of getting hurt.

I'm afraid to die.

I'm afraid of being killed, but I'm also afraid of killing you.

More than anything - I'm afraid of being disappointed.

"Ha."

The dry wind strokes his cheeks, and the light of the pine lights illuminates the earth to the fortress, which is a little walk away with the pearlescent moonlight. The light is very weak and does not extend far into the light of the lights.

Many corpses are exposed to the ground illuminated by such lights, all of which are aliens that do not resemble people, animals - such as the soles I know.

Demons. Enemies of mankind, which should only exist in games and miga. The demonic corpse is exposed to the earth, and the surrounding area is full of smell of blood even though it is outdoors.

I think I can handle it. No... maybe it's already worked out.

Surrounded by so many corpses, used to smelling blood, used to killing demons. Thinking about it, I really get a laugh of self-derision in my mouth.

- I thought if I wasn't strong that way, I'd really figure it out.

Trees swinging in the wind play a tone that colours a quiet night with the bugs. The smell of a slightly incensed fire burning is distant. And the voices mourning the dead are again - far away.

I've been coming to this world for six months and a little bit. A different world I admired. Paranoid extraordinary. Everyday was eroded into the unusual, and it was the unusual that became everyday.

Walk and move, not cars, and take swords, not guns. I have been summoned as a hero on the human side, and the world is infested with demons that are enemies of humanity.

Kill the demon and he was admired. If I took my life, I was praised. When I went to the village, I was held with the brave man and the hero.

Such an ideal world.

This is certainly an ideal place, and it would be a nice world. It was also - ideal - for a drawstring like me.

Ideal is a convenient fantasy. There is no pain there, no sorrow, no suffering.

There is a senseless sense of satisfaction that cannot be gripped in the hands, such as levels or rare items. No warmth or weight, just information (data). If you get bored, if the data disappears - it's gone, what a thin thing.

Oh......

――――

Sit on the ground and bury your face between your knees.

A distant mourning voice pierces my ears, my brain, my chest - my heart.

Crying is one of those people who was laughing in the morning right now. He was a soldier dressed in steel armor and laughing to protect this world. He's a knight who was laughing to fight with me.

I know my face. I also know the name. I can remember right away but...... I'm sure I'll forget soon enough.

Yes, it was. Because until today, when I was summoned to this world, I have always been.

In this world, people are dying like every day. I'm sure that might have been the case in the world where I was.

But this world - like every day, my neighbor dies. Plus, laugh. On your own initiative. He told me to die, and in response to me knowing it, I'm going to die.

And... dying is us who are heroes. Mr. Utano ponders the operation, Mr. O'Brien and Mr. Celestia scrutinize the operation, and Mr. Yamada gives the order.

When there's a big fight, it always is. We were given special powers, but it's not like there's only thirteen of us who can do something. In particular, more than half of them are minors.

Even if we are treated as adults in this world in sixteen years, the laws and regulations in our world do not change that we are minors. Besides - five of them haven't even reached the age of sixteen.

Respecting us like that, he was laughing at us trying to fight together, trying to protect this world. That smile floats behind my brain. I can easily remember that voice.

And trying my best - I can remember myself for giving it back irresponsibly.

…………

Couldn't you have done something more?

Couldn't you have stood around better?

More, more, more......

Even so, there's nothing I can do. It's over now. He's already dead.

What should I do now?

Just. More, if I could just stand around a little better... more, I wonder if a lot of people would have helped. Yes, I think so. Yes, it makes me think.

You were here, Inoue.

The voice was heard from a little far away. I hear someone walking in with a voice of condolence.

When I raised my face, someone with a less conspicuous coloured coat (cape) was walking over to my dark hair, which seemed to get lost in the night darkness.

The oldest of the thirteen of us and a substantial leader. And behind it is a blonde with blonde hair and white dress-like clothes that can be said to be true and opposite of him and whose beauty is not compromised even in the darkness of the night.

Lianshi Yamada and Hermen Hilde.

The relationship is like a sun and a shadow. With the sun (Hermen Hilde) beside him, the shadow (Yamada) stands out.

Yamada.

"... what. You don't seem well enough."

Yamada's voice is no different than before. It hasn't changed since we started traveling until today. When people die, it doesn't change.

I was frustrated by the fact that I thought it was irrational. I know it's unreasonable, so I can't put it in my mouth.

Because I was the one who couldn't protect the people you had to protect, and we were the ones who ordered you to die.

"Dear Koutaroo. Though the battle is over, I thought it might be dangerous to be alone."

"... yeah"

Kotaro. Kotaro Inoue.

Do I deserve to be called that? [M] Do I deserve to be called a hero?

The goddess Astraela just gave me an anomaly, otherwise I'm just a human being. No, half ready to fight, I think I stand more vague than anyone living in this world.

That's what I...

"Uh, duh. Ah......"

"... nothing, because I'm not crying"

"Oh, yeah."

I will say it first, perceiving the intent of that voice, which speaks only slightly.

I'm not crying.

That's right.

- You're so sad, I'm not crying anymore. I didn't stop crying, I couldn't cry anymore. Hardly, sadly... little by little, but I'm getting used to it.

Maybe there will be no more grief soon.

"Elmen Hilde. Stay back."

"But if I wasn't here..."

"I'll figure it out. It's okay."

Yamada and the others are talking about something. But that has nothing to do with me.

That's what I think, I turn my gaze to Zhu Moon floating in the night sky.

Speaking of which, the moon in our world was blue and white. I'm not even remembering that anymore. There must have been a constellation or something, but I'm not that familiar with it. I also feel like someone said there were no constellations or something when I started my journey.

"What's wrong, Inoue? I don't even have to ask what's going on."

"... sorry"

"He said I didn't have to apologize. We're all the same."

Apologize, when you make a weak noise, it hangs a gentle word. I'm sure he cares about me. When I think about it, I feel even more miserable.

'Cause isn't it? The terms are the same. A human being summoned to this other world just like me. A human being endowed with alien powers by a goddess. A hero and a respected and trusted man.

Same as me, but no. This man's powers are harder to use than mine, and he doesn't have any magic. And he stands firmly on his feet and acts on his own volition.

Not like me at all.

"I don't know... even you guys in Tenjo are desperately trying. I'm the only one sitting around like this."

"Even Inoue is working hard."

"I..."

"I was just doing my best. Thanks to you."

I'm not trying. I fight because I don't want to die, and I kill demons because I don't like pain.

But it's for your own good.

It's not for someone, it's not for the world. That's not why I'm fighting. No matter how much I fix myself, my essence is... cowardly I can't hide it. Bury your face on your knees again, like infidelity rots.

I'm scared and hate to fight, but I hate myself for thinking about that.

Different worlds in corners. Paranoid cheats. Then you can enjoy this world... to break it off that way, people's lives are too heavy. I've only killed small bugs, but killing human-shaped goblins and orcs is going to drive me crazy.

"... I want to go home"

Yes. Unintentionally, naturally - when I loosened my mind, the truth leaked.

For a while. Only the voice of mourning heard from afar reaches my ear. I did it...... I regret that, but it's too late.

Everyone will despise me for making such an easy sound. [M] But I don't know if that's okay anymore, I guess.

Tired. Summoned by this world, good for the first few weeks. First different world. Everyone praised me for being a hero and praised me for using powerful magic. Had it stayed that way, would it not have suffered so much?

Mr. Yamada sat down next to me like that.

When I lifted my face, I sat on my shoulder.

"Yamada, don't you want to go home?

I don't care anymore. I'll reopen it in the middle of the day and ask him that.

"I want to go home too."

But it was the same answer I gave back.

Instead, I didn't think it would return that way, so I turn to Mr. Yamada in surprise.

... No, what do I need to be surprised about? Even Mr. Yamada is like me. It's tough to fight, and you shouldn't like it. But... did I surprise you because I was expecting something?

Thinking about it - I mock myself for what I'm thinking.

You wanted me to stop you? You wanted me to tell you I didn't want to go home? You wanted me to be mad at you?

Or did you want to be ignored when I was weak and heartless?

I'm Nettle. [M] I am aware.

It was decent until middle school. But my parents' reaction changed after I failed my high school exam and went to a school where I lost some rank over the school I wanted.

From there. What made my life crazy? Was my lack of effort bad, or - as I thought in rotting in the room, is it bad around me?

There is no answer. I can't find it anymore. There are no parents in this world, and there are no classmates.

It's people I know in this world. Someone summoned with me. Someone who calls me a hero. Someone who worships me as a hero. Someone who needs me.

... I hate myself for perceiving it that way. I can see it coming from the back of my mind. Oh, no. No more. Hated me. I don't want them to hate me. But I don't know what to do.

The thing I want is to fight. [M] Saving the world. It's about protecting everyone.

But I don't have that power - I don't care if I have the power to fight, I'm weak enough to use it. I think we have to fight, and I want to protect someone. But I have a weak will to inspire you. I'm scared to fight, to get hurt, to die, to kill.

More than anything - I'm afraid I'll be disappointed.

Also, like my parents, I'm afraid of being distracted from anyone.

Then I think I'll have to fight, but I'm still afraid to fight.

A sword was, for me, a weapon that electronic characters would wave in the game. By mistake, it wasn't something to be delivered in my hands, and it was only a few kilometers of light in my knowledge.

Even so, the sword given to me is a short sword, not a long sword, which would be the most used in the game in general.

Besides, it's very heavy.

Weapons that take lives are so heavy. Even me, whose physical abilities are exceptionally improved by the protection of the goddess... the weight of mental fatigue. I can see the spirit diminishing with each swing.

"But. You can't go home."

…………

"You have to defeat the demon god to return to the original world, and you have to save this other world"

"... even if it's not us, if it's the people of this world..."

"That's why they called us."

That's true, though.

It's a childlike excuse. I was glad I could use magic when I was just summoned, but I don't like it because I'm scared when I have to fight. It's not like a guy who's graduating from high school this year.

Plus, kids younger than me who graduate from secondary school this year... that's what even elementary school is trying to do.

Oh, I'm really sorry for myself.

"Well. Not all of them, but a little bit of that feeling... I get it."

"That's..."

To the words of care, disprove.

It's a rebellion against being understood as weak. It's a rebellion against being seen miserable.

Saying as he reinforced the end of the story, Mr. Yamada did not speak up, but slightly loosened his mouth. I laughed.

When I glanced at her, she flashed her shoulders in a way that she didn't care about my gaze.

"I told you it wasn't all. A little, a little."

――――

"You want to go home, don't you? I know. I want to go home, too."

"... I don't understand. Not at all. Mr. Yamada and I are different."

"That's right. I'm not Inoue. Inoue doesn't know everything about you, and Inoue doesn't know everything about me, does he?

Yamada sitting next to me is annoying.

I want you to leave me alone already. Do you want me to be okay or do you want me to be alone? Thinking about it, I'm going to hate it around me as well as myself.

I know this feeling. That's what I always felt when I was stuck in my room.

I want to be alone. I don't care about anything but me. Even blood connected parents don't know what to do. That's the emotion I've been hoarding in my chest when I was pulling cages like that.

I thought it was a little thin coming to this world, but haven't I changed after all? [M]

"I don't know if it's moonlight or something. I'll do my best to get back to the world."

"... yes"

But only one thing is different.

No, are some different?

There are people around me who, like me, are struggling with unreasonable battles. And... there are people who tell me not to do something, but to work hard.

"I..."

"Then I'll go. I don't think there's any more demons around, but it's like I'm not really alone."

And get up without asking my answer or anything.

This man has nothing to do with how I answer. This guy has something he needs to do.

That's what I envy.

That's how I envy this guy who can work hard.

Unlike me, I envy this guy for having to do something.

"Hey, Yamada."

"Yeah?"

"... not tough?

When I heard that, Mr. Yamada laughed again.

"I'm not tough."

I'm sincerely jealous of this guy who can laugh and say that.

I'll do my best.

Speak the word in reverse.

I...

Fighting seems to be a decision to win or lose before it starts.

Apparently, it's because the knowledge is a takeover and sale from Yoko.

Gather information about your own army, gather information about enemy forces, conduct a battlefield check, and work out a strategy. There is absolutely no battlefield, but operate with unlimited and absolutely close accuracy.

That way, victory comes from the other side or something.

I don't have the head to think like that guy, and I don't have the guts to think like Mr. Lotus. No, it's an exhaustion, but I have the same thing.

I'm sure when I say it, they both say something embarrassing about their faces... but I also have people to help me make up for what I'm missing.

I don't know how to see or hear the battlefield, how to use my own army, how to use efficient soldiers, how to move large armies, or how to get people to listen.

But the head of the beast, who is familiar with the land of the continent of Elflame, and the warriors of the Dwarves, who are on the front with the soldiers, the king of the elves, who is familiar with the tactics, and the half serpent of beauty (Merijne), who is liked by everyone.

So it's okay. I just have to do what I have to do. It's a pitiful story, but I just have to make up for what's missing.

I can only see magic (fighting) and the future, but I do what I can.

"Ko, ooh!!

Kick the Snakeman (Snakeman) coming from the front and he flies like funny. He hit the demons who were impending to continue from behind with that momentum, stopping him from attacking.

When you work your magic into the gap for a moment, the demons that were wrapped around and fell float into the universe. Hit the demons that floated it this time to another demon and stop them.

While I was holding back, the Dwarves who stood with me on the front line attacked the demons who fell with their proud axes. Warriors who say they are cowardly because they are falling, etc. do not exist on this occasion. Kill or be killed. If you want to live, if you want to protect your people, you can be ruthless everywhere.

While that's how he maintains the front line, countless arrows stitched between the trees and released pierce snakemen, oaks, and goblins. Arrows released with incredible accuracy will surely reduce the number of demons.

The elf, who did not release the arrows, called to the Spirit, and manipulated the trees and the grass to restrain the demons or crush them as they were.

"Maintain the front like this! There's a world tree in the back, keep your temper up!

When I fly, my people respond and raise their voices. In the battlefield, I think what you call war and struggle is of the utmost importance. Without it, you'll easily be swallowed up by the opponent's intentions to kill. That way, I can't fight like I usually do.

Commander Pig (Oak Leader) coming this way waves down his sword. But when I grabbed the wrist with my right hand without avoiding it, I squeezed it in my hand. The feeling of crushing not only meat but even bones does not change how many times you feel it.

Throw away the screaming oak to power, and this one still hits the succeeding demon. To the demons that fell that way, the elves showered arrows.

Doing so, now suddenly the surrounding trees begin to twitch. The elf magician finally succeeded in bringing the Spirit to the trees. The trees of the Spirit, also known as the Wood Golem, cleverly manipulate the arms of the branches and the feet of the roots to bring down the demons.

The demons were confused by the new enemies that suddenly appeared, and even though there was no such thing as control from the beginning, some of them began to come out until they escaped. That's how a few woodworkers followed the demon running away. Mixed with the sword trident on the battlefield, the demons scream. But the scream was also soon sucked into the darkness of the forest.

Because it's too much damage, the demons' attackers gradually become dull. The remaining demons set up their weapons to be vigilant, but their instincts will not attack them. That way I understood that only the damage would continue to increase.

So I finally exhaled and looked up at the sky.

There's a magic team that summons demons similar to the one I created the other day. The size is big enough to cover one side around here.

I know exactly how amazing the magic of the user is. Well, I can somehow predict.

"Oh, don't get nervous inside"

Turn your arms, ring your neck, and gently flex to release your body.

Even if I call myself a "wizard," my powers are still hard to use. No, is the limit to hang it later too severe?

That's why Amy (a magic comparable to God's) is able to have the same kind of magic, and this is how she can fight each other on the front line while being a wizard. What a complicated feeling.

Will everyone else be okay by now?

Think so, staring at the demons in the woods.

With my vision of the future, I knew the demons were coming from the Transition. And where that transition formation might be made.

So we formed a formation to surround the place, and this is how we laid a siege net that wouldn't let a single demon escape. Later, we assault the demons who came through the transfer line from all directions.

The enemy is only in front of us, and our people protect us next door and back. I think it would be the most ideal wife. It was Mr. Delwin who thought about it.

Dwarves and beasts who preferred to fight from the front showed difficulty, but decided this operation on the grounds that the damage was minimal. Everyone should make less unnecessary sacrifices. Because this world is not a game, it's a reality. Proud is important, but so are family, friends and lovers.

- More importantly, nobody wants to die.

"Okay. One thing, let's go wild -"

Imagine. Create.

My magic.

"No one in this world can use magic, only I can use magic."

That's the alien I wished for my goddess Astraela.

Magic that no one in this world can use is right. I can imagine (realise) any phenomenon. I'm sure that's more than Ami's ability.

No, nothing in this world - not even the Demon God (Naifer) once, but also the ability to defeat it.

However, this alienation has one major drawback.

That means' I'm the only one who can use it '.

Magic is a miracle that causes an imaginary event via magic. If you're a hard-headed mage like Ami, it's because oxygen in the atmosphere burns to produce flames, too, but you need a tough “answer”... basically, it expresses what you think in your head in real life.

And magic in this world is developing, and imagination is poorer than the world we were in.

I mean, what's wrong with it - once you show the magic, it's seriously imitated for the price. Besides, if they imitate me, I won't be able to use that magic. 'Cause that's not just my magic anymore. It's magic that anyone but me can use.

It is not an issue such as the scope of its effects. The scale may be small, but if it's the same sorcery, I only feel the malice of the goddess around that I will no longer be able to use it. I'm not Mr. Lotus, but when I found out about this effect, it was something I was seriously desperate about.

… is truly a drawback that can't be helped. My insistence on magic is a tearful effort to at least imitate it a little bit. [M]

Besides, I have no use for saying that magic is extra like an idiot. It is also normal for magic to accumulate, as it becomes unusable when magic is shown. Then the immense amount of magic accumulates in me without being used. Exactly, the righteous treasure is rotten.

"Everyone, rest. Pay."

That way, I let the magic pass from the tip of my leg to the edge of my head because I don't waste a little magic without my body.

It's an application of physical enhancement. Four or six o'clock, that's the magic that strengthens me until I'm asleep. Skin that doesn't even pass through steel blades, the reflective nerves of Mr. Scarlet Sasaki's coarseness that specializes in melee warfare. Muscle strength not even human ghosts (orgasms) can see birds flying far away.

Now, how much magic would it take to maintain all this cod physical ability for four or six hours? Perhaps even Ami is impossible.

... This is probably who 'true magic' is that only I can use in this world. There's nothing flashy about it, I think it's too plain magic that my body just gets sturdy. It's nothing like the flashy, powerful magic I fantasized about. Even though in the game, I love the wizard more than the swordsman, and the flashy magic of the overall attack more than the buff (enhanced) system.

Work out your magic, weeping in your heart.

But the big stage at the corner. With the demon god dead, the great battle will be visibly diminished from now on.

You won't need the strength to fight. There is no need for powerful sorcery.

What we need now is the power to live. It's the power to make things. It's the power to support people.

So I'll fight for it. [M] Let's fight to protect it. For those who are here, for those who want to protect them, for those who support them.

Imagine a guardian. I know, the strongest guardian. The imitation.

"Come on, get on with it -"

With the word, the earth protrudes. The ground cracks and the rock that was buried peeks into his face and assembles.

Imagine a rocky dragon. The motif is, of course, the strongest dragon I know. The most powerful, noble dragon in this world. Unite those dragons, dragon king.

It is a fake of...

But even though a subspecies of golem made of rock, a dragon is a great way to break the opponent's will. I've made similar things before, but the dragon is still good. Strong and well-dressed, the strongest synonym.

With my own assumptions, I feel like I can do more magic than usual when making this golem. Maybe one of the reasons is how much I have an ideal and yearning for the existence of a dragon in me.

The dragon takes a step as it knocks down the trees. At the same time, the demons who remained relative to us escaped in unison.

That's right. Dragons, though rocks. The giant is big enough to look up in the human demons that are here. Even fools can tell that scratching is best with swords, axes, etc. in their hands.

- Quite a bit smaller, but not more concerned, than the real Fafnir. Of course it's a rock, so there's no vocal cord. I can't roar, I have wings, but I can't fly too heavy.

But that's fine. Dragon. The most powerful life form in this world. My imagination manifests itself in witchcraft.

As if to imitate (trace) my delusions, a few missed orcs swept through the universe.

Besides, you must have noticed this anomaly. I don't know if he was holding back behind it or if he was newly summoned, or attacking someone else again, but a few giant warcraft appear. The aim is a giant rock dragon as well.

What showed up was Kimyra on Griffin, Cyclops. All of them are warcraft familiar to the Arbenelm continent. Not surprisingly now.

Griffin is a warcraft with eagle heads and wings in the body of a lion. Kimyra is a warcraft with a lion in the torso of a goat, and a head of a goat as well as a tail of a serpent.

Both of them are big guys nearly ten meters in size. The first ghost (cyclops), arguably the human-shaped giant that emerged together, is even bigger than those two.

Such great warcraft will not be able to see it that way.

But the rock dragon that intercepts it is even bigger one or two times than its three bodies.... If they see it for real, it may not be on the level where they need to be angry. And I'm glad you're not around, too, Kitty. Because I think she'll definitely be happy to talk. Loving Fafnir too much is also a troubling thing.

How many times have you been pissed off because of the golem you made to imitate him? Still around being able to make a golem this way, nobody seems to imitate it.

Various and complex.

"Hmm."

While doing so, the battle begins between the giant rock dragons and the Warcraft.

With its tough body, the dragon is powerless to hear (every thing) a blow emanating from the stiff arms of the nails, teeth, and cyclops, and on the contrary, blows easily (easily) and warcraft with a blow of giant wings and tails. The blown warcraft crush the trees and crush the demons who watched the battle.

The sight is exactly the battle of the unknown buckets.

Every blow fired while involving the trees can easily be turned into a piece of flesh, such as a small person, and it is difficult to scratch one in a half-breed attack. Now, in an attempt to stay out of it, the demons who missed the escape become flesh pieces (mince) in an instant.

But that's the same thing here.

Regardless of who I am manipulating the dragon, the people around me are far from me.

I guess everyone is sorry to get caught up in this and die.... a little lonely.

Kimyra and Cyclops roared and Griffin hissed. What is unleashed is an icy column (rough) that is unbeatable by the great trees that surround it for hundreds of years, and a bullet of air compressed to the point where the scenery there is distorted. The magic of Kimyra and Griffin. In addition, Cyclops pull giant trees out of their roots and weaponize them.

But I can't imagine what would happen to the most powerful (dragon) I imagine. Ice columns and air bullets just scrape the body of the rock. Until the Cyclops attack, he cleverly manipulated his wings and punched them out before the attack arrived.

Conversely, fragments of the ice-column flew in and my people had a hard time.

Even then, whatever the attack, it was unilaterally ravaged, Kimyra was crushed with a rock giant, Griffin became a piece of flesh with a tail blow, and Cyclops beat to death.

It is just a one-sided ravage. … there was some damage to the surrounding nature.

I hope the Elf King (Mr. Delwin) doesn't piss me off.

"Heh heh - to this extent?

While frightened in the heart, the tone of the tone does not break.

This is my way of life. I'm a coward and a weak person, so I can't fight without at least fixing the outside. So play the strong while following the rock dragon.

That brings me to people's attention. [M] I am one of the heroes. Whatever the inside, that doesn't change.

A hero is someone who stands in front of people. Someone who can pull people off. It is a person's hope, envy, and who should be a target.

Such a person is called a hero, and he is called a hero. There is no such thing as exposure.

Strong everywhere, confident that no one will beat me, I will be on the front line looking for me who is no one else.

"Look, you should come. I'm right here! Lotus Yamada's people, you demon gods - here are the god-killing people who killed Naifer!!

Loud, screaming.

I'm not Ami, I'm not Knitting, I'm not Delwin, I'm Graania, I'm Sui, I'm not one of those people fighting with me.

He wants to go after me.

Probably the toughest guy in the world.

Give the name of Lotus who killed the demon god (Naifer), follow the rock dragon, ravage the demons, and gain attention.

I want to stand out. I have to stand out.

- So that someone else can help me because I'm being targeted. so that one less person will be sacrificed.

That's my fight. It's what I can do.

"... kufu. I thought you started barking a lot, you little crybaby."

And I was able to achieve one goal.

I think so.

My inner heart was scared, I was about to tremble unnecessarily if I didn't put up a void, and now... my fingertips trembled just to hear that voice.

"Hmm. Aren't you the woman who was abandoned because Lord Lotus couldn't deal with her?"

"Whoa, let's bark. That's good. That's good. That void, I don't hate it"

What showed up was a demon king with dull gray hair. A black dress with a big sickle that should be called pitch-black, darker than darkness, peeking at underwear is no different than before.

A smile that distorted its bloody eyes with joy, and this one also distorted its glossy lips like blood, like a three-day moon.

If it's not a place like this, maybe it's a smile you'll fall in love with. If that sickle has dripped blood, bathed in returning blood, and is not experiencing trembling killings from the core of the body.

"Hmm. I don't think the Demon King moves so easily - if the king's hips are light, we'll know the quality of the Demon Clan, Lord Shelfa?

"Yeah, that's what Yamada Range told me before."

When I said that, I laughed at Heel Lang and waved at the Great Sickle.

It didn't even look particularly powerful, but a wooden man aimed at her with that one wave scattered in fine dust.

... Sure my body is fortified with magic, but will that attack be prevented? I ask myself, but the answer is no.

I am wearing an armor called magic, and I am only bottoming up my physical abilities with more magic. And Shelfa is good at cutting that kind of magic. Anyway, Scarlet Saki's demon sword, made of magic, has also been slashed before. About my skin, it will cut and tear easily. [M]

I think we can fight each other or more with arm strength - but I'm not overconfident. Anyway, they are our strongest and worst enemies.

"So I've thrown away the title of Demon King"

"What?"

Thinking about how to tow it in a rocky dragon, that's the word.

To my sudden remarks, I uttered a loose voice between them.

"By and large, the title stands in the way. A demon king, a hero, a god killer."

Increases killing temper.

No, the Demon King (Shelfa) thinks of Mr. Lotus. Similar to that madness - no, something beyond madness is horrible.

Kill, get killed. Even though that's the only thing that scares me, these two have something more than that.

I don't know what that is, and I don't even think about it. But only God can kill Lotus and Shelfa who wants something from such Lotus.

These two - at least, I know very well that this demon king is unusual.

"- Wow, wizard. You don't need a title to play with each other?

"Well. Ask me that. What are you gonna do? I suppose it's not me you want, but Lord Lotus' opinion?

"Kufu... yes. Right. Oh, you're right."

Keep the sickle in your right hand and cover your face with your left hand. Tremble your leaning shoulders. Laughing without refraining from his voice - the magic overflowing from him rocks the flatlands where the dragons burst into ruins.

"I don't care what the opinions of the elephants are. Yeah, you're absolutely right."

Step back.

At the same time, Shelfa, leaning down and laughing, was engulfed in the shadows. At the same time, blurring. My companions, who were hardened by the appearance of the Demon King, start to make noise about Russia.

When I turned my gaze to the sky with that blurring in my ear, there was a dragon so huge that the sole I could obey seemed like a toy.

... where did it emerge from.

I think so, but it doesn't make sense. Sole stays here and goes down behind Shelfa.

The same, pitch-black dragon as Shelfa's Great Sickle. My eyes saw, defeated Fafnir, the Demon Dragon.

"Ugh - are you scared? Scared?"

My left hand finger covering my face, my bloody eyes peeking through that gap peek inside me.

Scary. Its unique whisper makes fear grow unnecessarily.

Often that guy is impressed that he can relate to such a monster many times.

Those eyes don't reflect me. Shelfa hasn't seen Kotaro Inoue. The Demon King doesn't want a wizard or anything.

What those eyes see, those she sees - all the Demon King wants is one. I filled her, I filled her... and there's only one person I'll keep filling.

"I'm not scared. I'm not afraid of the demon king who loses to Lord Lotus and exposes his life to shame."

A vanity.

I'm sure Shelfa has noticed. When it's a miracle that my voice didn't tremble, I think to myself.

But still, even if you know it is, you're going into a vanity.

I stopped many times. Every time I made a mistake, I looked down and wept. I want someone to help me, to support me, but I know someone who worked hard to help me, to support me.

The man kept inspiring himself the whole time. I kept hiding it. I kept faking it.

... I was crying where no one was.

Behind the look I said it wasn't tough, he had made many weak noises.

But I didn't put that on the table.

- I admire its strength. So imitate.

"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"Oh, so am I."

Draw the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword from the sheath hanging on your hips. It would be better than not, but it's my sword moves and other burning blades. I don't think it goes as far as a Shelfa.

Still, hold the sword in nature.

From the tip of his feet to the heavenly edge of his head, and to the sword of the Spirit Silver (Mithril), he delivers magic without a thousand times. Imagine your strongest self. You can't beat anyone, you can't break it, you can't frustrate it - my ideals. the figure of the man who killed God.

Fill yourself with slight magic, not far from Mr. Lotus then.

"Well, apparently, I've had a lot of extra magic."

"Hmm."

Flash your sword.

That only ripped the ground that wasn't supposed to have arrived.

Everybody, join the rest of the crew.

Someone said, what are we going to do here? Maybe someone from the Dwarf from the voice.

"No problem. This is enough for me."

Don't lose your temper and answer that.

"We get a little out of sight when we get busted, so - out of the way."

The truth is the opposite. I'm scared of getting hurt and dying, but I don't like someone dying.

I'm sorry.

Apologize inside, exhale.

I'll do it. I'll do it. You should definitely be able to do it.

"Kufu -"

"Instead of Lord Lotus, I will slay you, Shelfa."

"There you are, fake. Kill Noon."

Until Mr. Lotus arrives, a little more.

Amy and Knightshirt protect everyone they fight with.

For example, no matter how painful you see it. Even in the sight of death.

- I'll deal with this monster until Mr. Lotus arrives. I'll take care of it. Everybody. Everyone who wants to protect you.

I made up my mind.

Whether we stop, lean down, or sit down - at least we have to just run away. With these two legs, you walk in this world.

A pitch-black dragon roared like that to blow my resolve - it hit the rocky dragon.