The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

flexion, stretching out the body and squeaking the joints.

The impact of the battle against Shelfa, or the price of help from Astraela? It was five days after I finally got my body in the mood.

Time when everyone is still asleep, a little quicker than the people who farm move out. Get out of the lodge and make sure you're feeling well in the square in front of the livestock shed by your side. It's not that my body doesn't move at all because I didn't sleep at all. But I feel like my arms are heavy because I haven't waved my sword in three days is affecting me.

When you hold the divine sword (Ermenhilde) in your right hand, shake gently. With the sound of cutting the air, the grass at your feet dances through the universe. When the wind stirred him up and waved his sword to chase the grass that danced high, he was able to cleave it without any resistance.

Not because you were watching me behave, but livestock like bulls and cows made a low voice.

"Mmm."

Good condition, and. Wave your sword a few times, without making it into words.

I'm not waving my sword thinking about anything in particular. I'm just swinging it at will, whatever I want. There's nothing shaped or anything like that, and I'm not imagining someone else like a boxing shadow.

Thus, when the body is unraveled, the speed at which the sword is waved is increased step by step. Slash it down, slash it up, snap it up. Slash him to pieces. Rotational slaughter with stepped feet on the axis.

Become, receive, poke, and pay for two swords: a long sword and a dagger.

Finally, he releases the dagger aimed at the pillars of the livestock shed. The two unleashed pierced the narrow pillars of the livestock shed, aimlessly.

"Hmm."

Exhale one breath. In the ever-summer continent of Elflame, temperatures are high even in the morning, and sweat seeps into the forehead even if it moves only slightly. It's only two moons - the first half of March if you say so on Earth, I think.

Now, what happens in the summer? With that in mind, I waved the sword I had in my hand.

The divine sword (Ermenhilde) became a jade magic and misted, leaving nothing behind.

As I loosened my mouth to a feeling of fatigue that was as good, the sound of a slap on my hand, Patti Patti, echoed into a world that was still dim.

When he turned his gaze to those who heard the noise, Graania and Delwin were sitting on the fence surrounding the livestock shed.

I didn't realize how long I had been there. Ermenhilde didn't teach, so I'm sure he didn't even notice.

I'm mildly surprised to see if it was anyone but myself who was awake at this hour.

"... sit down like that - you're clever"

"What. Are you ashamed you didn't notice until you applauded me?

They apparently noticed me because I put a beat between them and replied. When the bat gets bad and scratches his head, he gets laughed at by Heel Lang (more) and others.

Moving away from such a glare, I see Delwin, who, unlike Graania, kept his back on the fence. My friend, who now fits on the throne of Elf King, was still looking at me with a smile on his face.

"Good move. Have you lifted your arms again?

"I'm just feeling better because I'm sick. Besides, it would have worked better in the old days, wouldn't it?

"Hehe. Right."

I'm losing strength thanks to a year of laziness - I don't think so. On my journey with the Francesca ladies, my health should be back as good as before.

What's missing is mindset. And a connection to Elmen Hilde.

That would be the difference between me a year ago and me now.

Because I know that, I was able to reply to Delwin's words.

"You're early, both of you."

"I felt the range wake up."

"... stalker, you are"

Return blurry to Delwin's words.

You didn't understand the meaning of the words I said, the Elf King turns a strange gaze at me.

"What do you mean, that?

"I wonder what it was..."

Every day, I casually used the words, but I get stuck in the words when it comes to explaining things. Sometimes I didn't know what it meant and didn't use it properly, and it's almost four years old knowledge. Instead of remembering it, it's almost disappearing from memory.

Me exploring memories to try to remember, and Delwin staring at me like that. Graania was bored and outstretched.

Nevertheless... I don't suppose that's the intention, but the neutral facial species called the Elves, and when they become their kings, beauty is also at hand. When you are stared at by an elf man who is equal to or more beautiful than Fayrona, the word stalker earlier can also seem suspicious in a variety of ways.

Well, my casual assumption. It's just an over-conscious thought.

"That's it. Sure, you're talking about people who stick with people you care about."

"Nothing, you're not sticking around, are you?

"Sort of."

"Well, I'm not a stalker."

"Can it happen? Stalkers are heterosexual. If a man does it to a man, he's serious."

In the first place, stalking is a crime in itself. I mean, what am I forcefully theorizing from the morning?

Unlike earlier, when tired and sighed from the bottom of his heart, Graania stretched out looking bored.

"Range"

"Hmm?"

"You. What did you do to Mululu?

…………

"To Mululu?

What do you say all of a sudden? This parent idiot.

When he turned a frivolous glance at the head of the strange beast (the parent idiot), neighbor Delwin laughed, hiding his mouth funny. As always, I can't seem to help but find this direct friend's behavior interesting.

As long as we are close and envious. As for the side where the direct thought is directed, I am greatly troubled by how I should react.

"Nothing. I didn't do anything."

I can't believe it. I have nothing to feel guilty about, so I say so.

Then Graania peeled her eyes with the same momentum to reverse her silver hair as Mululu and looked at this one. Honestly, he's a pretty scary face though a friend. Delwin laughed again when he saw that he was surprised and half-step down.

"There's no way you haven't done anything. That oligarchy Mululu was just talking about you at home."

"By the way, you weren't just talking about the range, you were talking about the fellow rangers."

Delwin supplements the words of Graania, who opened his mouth with enthusiasm. Looks like he's definitely enjoying the situation right now.

I thought I'd punch him later, but then he's going to punch me the other way around, so I'll stop him.

When I first met him, I still can't forget the fear of an arrow passing directly next to his face, even though it was a mistake. He said he had taken it off for a purpose, but what would he have done if I had acted in a circumvention? Even now, when it comes to that topic, he laughs and says that I was removing it properly, even if I avoided it.

A friend, but a scary being. That is the elf called Delwin. Somehow, I can't get my head up. First impressions First impressions are important.

'Isn't that a good thing? Was it oligarchy? Wouldn't you be happy if that started having a conversation?

"That's right..."

I still look at this one like I said something while trying to kill my temper at Ermenhilde's words. Honestly, I only have a bad feeling.

This is the kind of time that often hits me. Let me tell you something about Graania when I met Mululu at noon. That way, you won't get your hands on anything weird. Maybe.

"Or rather, it's this way to complain"

"... hmm?

"You would have kept my story from Mululu."

"Never mind the trivialities, you are."

"Ah?"

"Oh?"

You bastard. Do you know how I feel about being introduced to my friend's daughter as an adult with an evil gaze on her child?

When Muru and Solnea asked me that, I really almost cried. I mean, I'll never forget that I stunned on the bed afterwards.

All of a sudden you come to a room where you're resting and you say, "Does the range favor young children?" "Range, do you like kids?" You know how I feel when I'm asked. When it comes to Ami's gaze after that and Hermenhilde's silent pressure...... I just want to remember and cry. Of course, I'm sorry.

Who's got a thing for kids? I do like kids, but that's not like romantic feelings again.

"But hey. You, do you prefer a woman with small breasts?

"You. If you tell Mr. Utano that, he'll kill you. For what it's worth and for real."

And I don't really care how big or small my chest is. He's rude.

Well, I think it would be better if it were bigger for you to see.

"I didn't mean to say anything about Yuko."

…………

"Range......"

Elmen Hilde's voice is hard as a scream.

"No. Because, Mr. Utano, yeah, I can see it and there's a little bit. A little."

"Stop. Don't say any more. … makes me sad instead"

"You guys are close."

"Don't be afraid, I'll tell you next time I see Yuko"

"Fool, don't"

What will they do when that happens? It's just horrible to think about. Mostly, my life.

"Anyway, I don't really like kids, but I'm not going to say this because I have small breasts."

"Are you saying you're not interested in Mulu, who admires you so much?

"... do you admire it ah?

Either that or I feel like you're mistaken for a wallet or something. Together with Solnea, I often remember being forced to pay for stalls.

You noticed my gaze, Graania's gaze sharpens. This parent idiot stinks of trouble.

"Parental idiot."

"I'm not a parent idiot. rude.... just take care of Mululu a little too much"

'Isn't that what you call a parent idiot?

"I guess that's called a parent idiot, Graania"

Elmen Hilde and Delwin put in a scratch at the same time. Two people on a boulder...... you enjoyed being told by one person and one, the bat looked bad and shut up.

"And your mother's house will be furious with you."

"Ugh."

Graanian Home Hall - When it comes to the mother, will it be Mululu's grandmother?

In this war-torn world, the Graanian lineage seems to live a long life.

Forget that.

"In the end, what are you guys doing here? Only cold?"

Pull out the dagger that was stabbing the livestock shed pillar and deliver it to the sheath behind your back. He seemed to talk in for a long time, and already in the east, the sun's brilliance had begun to illuminate the sky.

"No, there's something I need to ask you."

"What do you want to hear?

We rent a room in an inn in the village of the Beast Man, so we can always talk. That was good at the liquor bar I went to the other day, and I see him yesterday.

I guess what you didn't ask then is something that people don't really want to hear.

"What are you going to do?"

…………

With that word in his mouth, both Delwin and Graania are turning a serious gaze at what they hit and changed earlier.

What do you want to do?

I thought you and Lady Elmen Hilde and the three of them were going to Arbenelm.

"That woman... is that Solnea?

"Yes. Kou tells me it's a vessel of the demon god. If the range hasn't been slashed - do you use that woman as a vessel, not that dragon?

Talking to Elmen Hilde, one last word comes to me.

Should I think that different wording makes you think you're my friend? To the obvious difference, I laugh bitterly.

"We'll talk about that later. My body started to move, too. Ask the Spirit God (Zeneria) this afternoon."

"Listen?"

"What do I do now? What to do."

The goddess (Astraela) described Solnea as the next generation of demons. But that's Astraela's opinion. What does Zeneria think? And why did you use Mululu to bring the heart of the demon god to me?

I'm going to listen to its sincerity and decide on its future policy.

Either way, it is Othi who will die before he reaches the castle of the demon gods, even if he crosses the Arbenelm continent as it is. Talk to Zenelia, talk to Delwin and the others, and have Fafnir carry you...... in doing so, what will you do with Kitty and what will you do with Ami?

"I'm afraid you won't be acting now."

"But the Demons already have vessels?

"Even if the vessel is finished, we'll wait. That's the kind of woman Shelfa is."

When I said that, the two of them - Delwin and Graania, and Ermenhilde - sighed.

"What?

"No, I thought you knew a lot about the Demon King."

"I'm not trying to understand."

"Again, you're sweet on a woman"

'Totally... lamentable'

"You guys -"

Responding with a scratch of his head on Delwin's light mouth, he flashed his right arm. Create a silver-colored sword (Ermenhilde) in your hand.

"I regret this."

"... you?

"Why are you so surprised? Even I have regrets."

Gently stare at Graania with a genuine surprise voice. He is rude.

"When I first fought Shelfa, I slashed him. I've always regretted that."

'Did you...'

Ermenhilde groans and the two of them shut up. Severe bitter air.

I dare speak in that atmosphere, but I didn't expect you to react so far.

"I strained over there and slaughtered Shelfa, 'cause the rotting edge is still there."

So say it intentionally and in a mild tone.

That demon king (the bucket thing) caught my eye because of his tenacity the first time I met him. That's what I regret.... Oh, are you a former demon king now?

And one with the two of you who found out I was worried about such a pitiful, stupid thing, sigh again. Anyway, I regret it. That's why I regret worrying about it without a pattern.

I'll laugh at those two and one, on the contrary, with my heels.

"Shelfa will wait. If you wait, I'll never show up."

For that woman, I'm sure that black dragon isn't that important.

Even when the demon god (Naifer) was alive, he was half a self-absorbed warrior. There's no reason for such a former demon king to worry about demon vessels or anything like that right now.

In the end, you only want me to be on the battlefield by preparing the enemies of the world, and you're happy that things are carrying on as you expected.

And I'll take Solnea to the castle of the demon gods. If it comes from Shelfa, we just wait for that time in full swing.

Well, I don't know if you're aware of Solnea's existence. It's just that as long as that black dragon is around, I'm on the battlefield.

Yes - because I promised.

Kill God. Kill the demon god... save the world.

That's what I promised. With Elle. With Astraela. King Joshua and - lived in this world, now with his late companions.

That dragon is the enemy of the world. Use the power of Naifer to destroy. I'm sure Shelfa will use that dragon just for that.

Because doing so will make you hostile to me. To fight me. Just for that.

Slash the Demon King. Killed the demon god.

To fight such 'god killing'.

"It's annoying."

Don't put bitter thoughts on the surface without dust, flaunt your shoulders. When he sighed in a loose state, he sighed with both of them equally.

"They say it's that stupid thing, but you can afford it"

"I don't know where I really am."

Graania and Delwin give it back lightly, guessing my intentions.

That's fine. In a severe atmosphere, the body constricts. Cheerful is probably a problem, but it's not even a battlefield, so I want to feel casual.

The important thing is that we can anticipate Shelfa's trends.

It's far from fatal, but you should need more time than me to fully heal all those wounds. The heart of the demon god that would be needed to complete the vessel of the demon god (Naifer), and its shards are not available. Besides, Mr. Utano has one of them.

That we still have time.

Then it's a good idea to try it thoroughly. The vessel of the demon god, to kill Shelfa. And we have to do something about the name and unknown sole who pushed that shelfa away and became the demon king.

"Hehe. You're getting fun. '

"Where is it?... I hate fighting. It hurts and I'm scared."

And repeat the same words as usual.

That's for real.

But sometimes you have to push it to death, but sometimes you have to fight it.

What did you think of me like that? Looking at this one... Delwin and Graania laughed at Lang (more) and others.

"That's terrible to laugh at, you guys"

Totally. I think everyone misunderstands. If he kills me, he dies... even though I'm just a human being with experience in killing God.

It's pretty tight that you can't even throw up that kind of heart (weak tone).