The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

At the foot of the world tree, it was surrounded by hustle and bustle.

The world has been wrapped in a book of nights for a long time, but the lights are burned to pieces, and a bottle of water filled with liquor is arranged narrowly, and fresh meat and birds are burned beside the fire.

Wooden jocks in the hands of all the elves and dwarves on the spot, the beasts with a wide variety of ears and tails, and the half-man half-beast. Needless to say, it is the liquor that is poured into it.

Besides, even Dwarves and half horses (Centaur) are strong enough to seem drunk.

I mean, still. More than half of the elves and fairies (fairies) so strongly drunk are already drunk, most of them falling asleep. Alcohol consumed by elves and fairies is a weak drink that is sweetened with honey or enjoys the scent of flowers.

I'm not used to alcohol or anything that might burn my stomach instead of my throat like the Dwarves would drink, and rather than make a mistake, they were deliberately drunk, they would definitely be severely hungover tomorrow.

Watching such a feast (rave), I have a little bit of fruit squeeze juice (juice) poured into a jock in both hands. When I felt a refreshing aroma and a hint of acidity, I felt the feeling was just a little lighter.

"Ha."

But just because you feel lighter doesn't make your worries go away.

At the end of your gaze. In the circle where the drunks are dancing around the bonfire, there's a glimpse of the face they see.

One is long and sturdy. Blondes playing bonfire lights dance to the night sky every time he takes light steps. Dancing with him is a stranger's face, but from his pointy ears you can see that he is an elf.

I should say highly sociable, his elves...... I'm impressed that Mr. Fayrona can dance well with someone I just met today. For once, I also get invited to dance and dine by someone I've just met a few times, but I refuse with great vigilance.

Exchange greetings gently, dance in moderation - I'm terribly bad at that.

And the silver beast man, who is not very sociable as I am, is sipping the juice as little as next door. The small plates she uses at the wooden table beside her are loaded with many dishes... meat skewers.

Its eyes are slightly vain, I guess, because it's already late at night. I've been up a lot lately lately, but I'm still fifteen. I seem to fall asleep early at night.

How would it have been when I was fifteen? That's what I thought, but I can't remember.

And Mr. Solnea, who pinches me and looks at the bonfire, says he's silent on the other side. This one, I'm not sure what you're thinking.

I can't believe it, the rice seems to be eating right, so it'll be fine.

That's how you gaze at the cause of the sigh while escaping reality.

A bonfire that is burning heavily. Lotus is drinking alongside Elf King (Mr. Delwin) and Mululu's father (Mr. Graania) beside a big flame reminiscent of campfire.

Well, that's not particularly surprising. It's a sight I've seen many times before.

I didn't have much of an image of drinking back in the day, but I know I was drinking in a relationship. But eat the same pot of rice, was it? Such a proverb was in the original world… also on Earth.

Just next door. Senior Francesca is being served an audience by Mr. Lotus. I guess it's lit. He laughs shyly, but drinks like he doesn't seem to be full. Perhaps I don't have a favor from what I usually do, but the atmosphere is kind of very good. We're both smiling, and it's only our hearts. The distance we sit is close. Isn't it too close, though, to pour alcohol?

And I wish I could get involved with Mr. Graania and Mr. Delwin around me a little more with Mr. Lotus without being a tea maker.

... thats it. I envy you. I've been watching you two for a while, but I've never noticed you here. It doesn't mean we're in a world of two, and it doesn't mean we're alone. Are you feeling sober with alcohol around, good adults who are shaky? There was no color or atmosphere (mood).

If I were in Mr. Francesca's shoes, I would blow up the people around me and just the two of us...... no, no, what would we do with that rampage?

It's okay. Two more years. No, it's almost a year away. Patience. After a little more patience, I can sit next to Mr. Lotus and drink. So, I suppose... but I envy the fact that we're drinking together.

Anything, apparently Senior Francesca was celebrating her birthday on the ship. No one noticed because Senior Francesca was down with a seasickness.

Still, birthday. And I'm twenty years old. There is no decision in this world as to how old it is to drink alcohol. But it should be called the implicit rule, I start drinking at roughly sixteen years of age or older.

That, of course, is the same for Mr. Francesca, who was born and raised in this world. But me or Lotus...... or my protégé, Lotus, tells me I won't be drinking until I'm twenty, and I'm publicly announcing that to my surroundings. I'm not that interested either, so I'm not going to drink alcohol if Mr. Lotus says no.

But.

"What's wrong?

"Nothing"

Mululu sitting next to me asks, but responds with an unsatisfactory reply. I didn't say anything to that, Mululu leaning the jock.

Are you dating me, are you just having trouble moving, or are you already starting to dream in your head? You always look sleepy, so I'm not sure what's inside of it.

Even Mr. Solnea's facial expressions move slightly too slightly to understand the inner finesse. I feel bored, you know.

After all, are you bored without Mr. Lotus beside you? Thinking about it, the indescribable Moya Moya springs up in my chest. I don't like myself like that, sigh again.

Turning his gaze forward, Lotus laughed joyfully and offered an audience to Senior Francesca.

... from hand, dry sound. When I turned my gaze to hand, there was a crack in the handle of the jock. What a brittle jock. Next time, I'll have some more sturdy jocks for you. If he made it out of shredded branches of the world tree, he wouldn't go in there.

"Do you care about the range?

"Geez."

To the sudden words, I see Mululu. I kept my loud voice on the way because I was embarrassed.

"Nothing.... just Mr. Lotus"

I broke up on the boat, life and death were unknown until the other day, and when I got back, I slept on the bed for a while. Besides, it's a vacation with Anastasia and a deserted island while we're breaking up.

No, it's never called vacation, but that's enough to convince me... well, that's it.

Even if I know it by my head, I'm not convinced at all. More importantly, I'm frustrated, but I'm not convinced that it's always the same over there.

This makes me feel like a child... but I'm sure they'll treat me like a child because I'm frustrated with this much.

- I know that, but I get upset.

With that in mind, a soft sensation in the back of the head.

"What happened to your face?

"... Su."

To that bright voice, I came so frustrated that there was nothing I could do.

"Oh, oh once in a while... can you not hit something weird?

"It's weird, it's rude. Koo would love that."

With that said, a chunk of soft fat that would be on the back of the head is extra pressed.

As usual, this guy has big breasts. And because they tease me with their breasts (physical characteristics), the quality (of them) is poor. It's not that I'm proud of you, but for this guy, making fun of people is like living.

But why is a man with big breasts good? Because it stands out? Because it's soft? Because you feel motherhood and mischief there?... Not at all.

Sigh with indescribable feelings for the soft feel of the back of your head. Then tilt the jock. The handle is crushed and hard to hold.

... Su himself sometimes wears thin clothes or clothes that expose his skin, and the unfamiliar person first has a good gaze on his chest. A woman is sensitive to that kind of gaze. Especially if that's who you want.

Oh. Nothing, Mr. Kotaro is not the man of his mind. In my thoughts, I wrap Kotaro around the branches of the world tree. Thinking about it, I just calmed down a little bit.

"Because he's a pervert."

"Are you a pervert?

When I say a word about Mr. Kotaro, Mululu reacts. It seemed like Mr. Solnea didn't care, but it felt like he was listening.

"You're a pervert, so you better stay away from Mulu."

"Why?"

"That guy, because he likes little kids"

"Yeah."

Mululu nods in a way that I said I didn't quite understand.

"... as always. You're tough on Koo."

When I say that to Mululu, Mr. Sui sighs as he presses his chest against my head.

"Come on, can you let me go?

"Oh, that's good. Just the right height, your head."

"… what is just right for"

"What did I say...... yes, pillows?

"-"

Now the body of the jock is filled with crackles. Well, nothing. I didn't think it was a pillow because it was small, or a pillow because it was a child. I didn't even get mad at that extent.

Mululu looks at me with a surprised face.

"What's wrong, Mululu?

"Yeah."

When I hear that, Mululu goes out of sight.

"As always, I'm not well"

"Really?

"If you hold it with that force, you'll crush the hand in the range, right?

"... or grab it gently, it's okay."

"Have you ever gripped it?

If I get up in momentum here, will I get a head-on? When I think about it, the jock gets bigger. The contents were empty, so there was no leakage of liquid.

When did you drink it up? I don't remember it at all.

"Oh, there is..."

"It is."

"Yes."

Well, did you ever grip it?

I thought about it that way, and I lay my eyes down because I was going to be kind of sad. Hmm, and retraces (retraces) my memory. I've put my arms together in Wang Du, and we both ate.

Yeah. I'm fine. I've held hands properly, I've put my arms together, and on the contrary, I'm going to dinner with you.

Just lately, you say you've done something or you're just traveling with me. Here's the thing. I feel like there's nothing progressive... maybe you shouldn't care.

I said we're traveling together because of this, is that okay? During this journey, several thoughts I thought about turned around again in my head - I felt like.

"Yeah."

"... I've held hands before, and we ate together."

"Oh, well"

Surprised to hear how unexpected that was. Thinking somewhere aunt...... said that a chunk of fat behind her head could be pressed, or her arms turned around her neck and her strength caged.

Not painful. He's helping me not to be distressed. I don't know what the soft thing behind my head is, though it's abominable.

"Aya is."

That's how Mr. Sue was playing, Mr. Solnea accidentally opened his mouth.

Turning his gaze towards you, he also loosens the force of the arm that was wrapped around his neck. From the sensation, I feel that Su also turned her gaze towards Mr. Solnea.

"What is it?

"Aya, you like the range"

".................."

No, well. Yes, it is. Yeah, but. Yes, it is. Somehow, it's embarrassing to be told so clearly, or it stinks of light.

Trying to divert his gaze, he cages his strength again in the arm wrapped around his neck. I can't feel the ups and downs of my emotions, my quiet eyes overlap my sole. I can't get out of my sight. Mr. Solnea is just staring at me.

That's what I can't help but embarrass myself.

"Here. What could it have been? To future lovers, declare war?

"I don't know what that means."

"Really? That's not funny."

That's right.

Mr. Solnea shouldn't have seen him like or dislike Lotus with that kind of eyes. I know that, but there's nothing I can do to make my appeasement breath leak.

... and there's no way Su can miss me like that.

"I have no body. Corner tits are big, too, and why don't you tempt the range with that?

What a magician this half snake (Merijne) is. I tried to say something back, but more than that, my gaze turns to Mr. Solnea's chest.

In the darkness of night. Besides, he looks like a black dress. However, the contours of the chest, illuminated by the weak light of the bonfire in the distance, can be seen firmly even from above the clothes. When I turned my gaze to my chest... it was hidden with Su's arm.

This is reality.

"That's not true."

"Hmm?"

"Lotus, I love the little ones too"

"But, man, if you're small and big, you pick the bigger one, right?

"Ugh."

Some priors, or precedents... no, but.

"I've always been seen."

"Isn't that because Su always wears thin clothes"

"That's not true, is it? I wear thick clothes in the winter, but still, Koo has been looking at my breasts"

"Mr. Kotaro is a muzzler."

"Mutsuri? I've heard of it before."

"That's it. He's satisfied to see the breasts and the legs and not to be noticed by women."

"Oh, that"

When I teach you that, Sue laughs cheerfully. So, fu, Su's condition was strangely bright, or I felt a little different breeze.

I felt like Mr. Kotaro raised a protest in my head, but it must be my fault. It's true that he's a muzzle. I was also looking at Senior Francesca's breasts.

"Mr. Sue, are you drunk?

"Ah yah."

"Are you drunk? You're definitely drunk, aren't you?

"I'm not drunk. Hey."

"That's what drunkards say."

"And the range?

"... Yes, maybe?

"Yeah, I've never seen a drunk range before, Aya."

I've never actually seen it, so I can't say it back, and I turn my gaze silently towards Mululu.

I thought I'd have Mr. Su pulled off, but that Mululu was asleep trying to put his head on the long table.

"Mululu fell asleep, so go to bed"

"It's okay. He's a beast, albeit young. I'm not gonna break your body or anything."

"Then I'll carry..."

"Oh, no. Me."

Already. I try to pull Su off with all my strength, but I am skillfully distracted from my body and can't let it peel off. Is that because she is a half snake (Merijne) or because she is good at body twitching?

Besides, when I move my body, it hugs me forcefully, or that soft objects change shape?

They say it's between women, but they're going to be weird and conscious.

"Please let go. No."

"Yay."

In the end. Soon as I do my best, I will be stuck on the long table just like Mululu. From above, Mr. Su pressed me.

"You're close."

"Where is it?"

Mr. Solnea's quiet voice reached his ears firmly, word for word, saying that his surroundings were surrounded by hustle and bustle.

Well. How much time would have passed?

Looking around, most of those rotten bonfires had gone out, and now the stars and the light of the quietly sedentary red moon illuminate the surrounding area.

"... that?

When you stretch lightly, you don't know where you are for a moment and you're confused.

Were you asleep?

He seemed to be asleep in a weird position and his physical savings hurt a little. Speak up and stretch, it feels very good.

Then turn your gaze around. Next door is Mululu asleep, and on the ground is Mr. Su asleep as he falls. I got a little worried. I knelt down beside him to make sure he was okay, but his breathing was stable. I guess I fell asleep drunk.

"Huh."

Make a small extension and get up out of the chair. Because I sat there for a long time, or my buttocks hurt like they were paralyzed.

There are many people around who are drunk and sleeping on the ground. How can you get so drunk? Though the climate on the Elflame continent is warm, what if we catch a cold?

The Red Moon is in Jomtien and tells me that it is now late at night. I think it happened at a strange time.

So if everyone is asleep... avoid walking around to keep the drunkards awake and look for the person you're looking for.

The man lay asleep in a bench. Sleeping on a less spacious seat strikes me as something clever.

"Hehe."

Smile small and crouch beside your face.

The sight used to the darkness of the night properly reflected the sleeping face of Mr. Lotus nearby.

"Weird Face"

When I laugh at Couscous, Mr. Lotus moves in. I stiffened myself up wondering if I would have woken up, but apparently I just had a hard time sleeping. That's funny again because the place you sleep is the place.

Looking around, Mr. Faerona and Senior Francesca are not within sight.

Maybe Mr. Faerona carried the drunken Senior Francesca. As sincere as ever, I admire that.

And also, put your gaze on Mr. Lotus' sleeping face. Watching that defenseless sleeping face lightens nature and feelings.

"Mr. Lotus."

Touching your cheeks with your fingertips only makes you a little rough. The slightest mustache feel tells me this guy is a grown man.

When I have felt that feeling at my fingertips many times, I move again. I guess I won't wake up because that's all I've been drinking.

Is alcohol delicious? On your journey, stop by the village, enjoy the festivities, and be invited to something like a castle ball. At that time, Lotus and Yoko, as well as other people who were over twenty years old, used to drink.

Think back in time as you poke your finger at that cheek at all times. At that time, everyone had fun together, he said. But when we were all together, I couldn't just look at Mr. Lotus. Mr. Lotus, too, was looking other than me. Elle and Yoko are beside us, and Soichi and everyone depend on them.

That was good then. Just be with me. Just be nice to me occasionally. On the journey, just sit next to me and do the fire. Even then, I had fun and was satisfied. Happy, good memory.

I'm sure Mr. Lotus would have thought of me like a sister or daughter, and I thought of him like a brother or father.

I don't know when that changed. But I was' jealous' of Senior Francesca earlier. I got jealous.

…………

Push your fingers into your cheeks. Also, movement.

The reaction is interesting.

After enjoying the reaction several times, the wind blew just a little. My hair shakes. Kaoru smells like grass. Campfire smoke. Smells like sweat.... the smell of alcohol.

I think I'm a little drunk. With that in mind, I hold the hair that was hanging on my cheek with my left hand.

Disturbed exhalation is your own. And also the sounding heart.

Oh, this says I'm drunk, too. With that excuse - Toss, and. Something fell to the ground.

Turning his gaze to those who heard the noise in a hurry, he saw Mr. Graania holding the dishes on his desk with his hands in a strange position.

"Ahhh..."

…………

I have no words. My heart is pounding for different reasons than earlier, and maybe my cheeks are red as well.

I could only look back at Mr. Graania without speaking up, and Mr. Graania hardened like a troubled person.

"What are you doing, Graania?"

"Ha."

And it's Mr. Delwin and Mr. Sue who get up one after the other. Others, Dwarves and Centaurs - or more than half of them began to move.

"Uh... uh, get drunk..."

"Aya."

In the meantime, open your mouth as Mr. Delwin stands for.

"There's no reason for us to get so drunk, is there?

Petite, and. I felt something could cut.

At the same time, he refines his magic with emotion. What I imagine is a flame fierce in anger. What creates is a fiery sword that even burns heaven.

On my left and right, two flaming swords appear. Uncomparable to the campfire that lit up the perimeter until earlier, fireworks.

The two swords reflect my will and twirl around in the air in the absence of the bearer. The tip of the sword turns to Mr. Delwin.

"- Ugh."

I don't mean to hurt you. I'm adjusting so I don't get hurt.

But still - oh, embarrassing.

Feeling my upset like that, everyone escapes. That number is much higher than I thought. There were still people pretending to be asleep.

"Run, run. Aya's gonna piss me off."

Mr Graania says it out loud. Everyone is in tune with the word.

Ugh.

Are you angry, embarrassed, or fun? I don't know, but I decided to go after everyone.