The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

By the time I got out of the sinus of the world tree, the sun was just rising to Jomtien.

As always, that space is obscure in the flow of time.

I was just going to talk about it for about an hour in my physical sense, but in reality it's already been three or four hours. The beast watchman who stood in front of the world tree is taking turns, and a different beast man from the beast man who just exchanged greetings gently meets us out of the sinus.

"That's strange"

When I put my hands up on them like that and hung the words of labor, Solnea opened her mouth as she walked after me.

Looking back, the distance has opened up at some point apparently as if it had stopped. Those eyes were behind it, not me - a world tree that looked as magnificent as it had been earlier, directed to its top.

"What is it?

"You hate the demon god (Neifer), but you usually deal with the spiritual god (Zeneria)."

I don't know what the words are intended for, and I walk over to Solnea, where I stop without returning a reply.

And he turned his gaze to the world tree so that he could be caught.

"I slashed the demon god. … If I came to the throne of the demon god, would you slay me too?

Again, without turning my gaze this way, I ask that in a flat voice that is pale - I can't feel a wave of emotions.

Seeing that side, there, too, is still the usual faceless look. I wonder what the intent is and the question is, well... the answer is one, so I'm not particularly lost.

"I'm not gonna kill you."

Why ask such a question?

I still don't know what Thornea thinks. It's hard to understand.

You're satisfied with my answer, or the gaze that was directed at the world tree looks at me. The same black hair and black eyes as us.

"Range?"

"No, it's nothing"

If you think about it, is that why you say that Solnea has the same dark hair and dark eyes as the Earthlings (us)?

Speaking of Neifer, it's black. The whole body covered in insect-like crusts is black. The flames that overflow from its body and burn everything down are also black. The colour of the magic is also black, and those who were given their flesh and became family members become black all over the body over time.

Form of wish. What is the way of life that I wanted?... No, hope is enough contention for itself, which is God, to be satisfied. I'm sure Arr's wishes and wishes are completely separate.

Zeneria also said. Being a god means inheriting it.

- If Naifer's wish is fulfilled, can Solnea be a new demon god?

I don't know.

After watching Solnea for a while, raise your hands in a hail outfit to raise the white flag.

"What is it?

"What was it that Neifer was envious of?

"That question again?"

"Although I wouldn't be able to help. If I don't know that, I don't see why he wants it."

'... well, yes'

That's the word that Zeneria and Solnea exchanged.

He said he was jealous. That's why the helpless vessel (Solnea) woke up without being given any memory or magic.

He died satisfied. That's what I understand best.

- Whatever, he was laughing. From the bottom of my heart. During death, while returning to the light of magic, public speaking with the person who killed him - words of gratitude, whining each word as dearly as a treasure.

My face was the most horrible bucket face in the world, so I almost shuddered just to remember my smile. And whatever form it takes at the end of the day, he will not be forgiven for what he did, nor will he be forgiven. I still hate you, and just remembering it makes me angry - still, well...

"I'm sorry"

But when I ask that question, I get the same answer back in the sinus - as I did when I spoke in the world of Zeneria.

I don't know.

I don't know why I envied Neifer when I could tell he was jealous. And - Thornea doesn't have a lot on her face... but she also seems sad about things she doesn't understand.

"No problem. Anyway, the journey still goes on. Think slowly."

"Right."

Is it because Naifer is involved? Sounds a little rushed. I close the conversation at a standstill, feeling bad in my heart that I had made Solnea look like that.

As I walked out of the world tree as it was, now Solnea came with me behind. Does she feel a little further than usual because she thinks it's bad that she doesn't understand?

... a little awkward.

"Uh... what"

Awkward and vocal, Solnea doesn't even say, and Elmen Hilde doesn't even hammer me.

As I miss you and try to weep inside, I realize that there are some shadows in the temple at the foot of the world tree - the flower garden beside it. Feeling something like salvation in his appearance, he decides to change his walking direction and head to the flower garden.

Yellow on white, blue on red. To float in a sea of colorful flowers, the girls were doing something while singing improvised nose songs in the middle of the flower garden. He doesn't seem to realize if he's focused or not, but the knight in black armor, who is floating in a beautiful flower garden, immediately noticed us and turned his gaze.

Well, I don't have eyes.

"Knitting, what are you doing?

When she raised her voice, the white girl surrounded by colorful flowers - Scarlet Yong (Hiyu) Knitting (Yui). The girl, called in the name of "The Devil", raised her face. White coat (cloak) and similarly pigmented white hair. Beautiful red ball (ruby) colored eyes peek through the gap in your forehead stretched to cover your eyes.

The look broke like a blossom when the voice lord found out it was me.

"Ah... Lotus,"

"Whoa. So, Knitty, what are you doing? Pick your own flowers and you'll be pissed off from Delwin."

I tell him to threaten me, but apparently he has permission. He doesn't surprise or scare me, but he smiles and looks up at me.

She's cute. Soothed by that smile, I turn my gaze to Knightshirt's hand.

What was there was a flower wheel that was about to be made. No, should I call it a floral crown because of its size? Various flowers, large and small, seem to be knitting crowns. What a girly, adorable game I think.

"Oh, it's not a range. Have you finished your conversation with Master Zeneria?

"What. Was Anastasia there?"

When he turned his face toward the voice, a green-haired fairy in a white dress sat down to the large circle of flowers and watched over Kitty as she floated to the sea of flowers.

But that look is the opposite of a smile. It looks like it's not funny. I'm usually the owner of a dolly, beautiful look, but that's all that's ruined.

"... what is it. I'm not supposed to be here?

"Why does that happen"

Anastasia glances at this one for not being funny when Elmenhilde growls tired of his frivolous voice. Are we really close or not?

Now, I'm not sure I'm a girl because we're going to make up soon. Well, is Anastasia a a bit of a difficult age when it comes to girls?...... if I put it in my mouth, I'm going to get scared enough to cry, so of course I'll keep a scratch in my heart.

"What?"

"No, nothing. So, Knights, what are you doing?

"Ah... the"

When I rang my voice off topic from Anastasia, I let my expression lie down like a mouthcage.

But it's more like hiding the embarrassment than you're afraid of me, smiling and turning your gaze toward Solnea.

"Can we slow down a little?

"Yes."

Say no to that, and lower your hips to the side of Knitting as you watch out for the flowers.

Seeing me like that, Solnea tried to lower herself again, but this one almost crushed the flowers and couldn't help but lower herself. The trick is hilarious, and it loosens my mouth.

"Here."

Lay your coat (cape) where the flowers are not blooming, so that Solnea can sit.

"Thank you"

"... aren't you very nice to that woman?

"Don't say the same thing about Ami, you."

"Hell, no."

When Solnea utters a word of gratitude, an indication or anastasia bites. When that made me laugh in the same words as every Ami, I missed my face, puffy as if it didn't seem funny.

Was that funny, the knit laughing with a shuddering shoulder? Then Anastasia, who noticed Sole, blushed.

"Ugh. Why would Yui laugh?"

The words get butt shuddered and the tremor gets louder on the sweatshirt if it was extra funny.

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

"What are you laughing at?

"You. You're really treating me differently, Knightshirt."

I can't even feel the lighting emotions and other shards in the words directed at me. On the contrary, I even feel irritated and return the words with my shoulders flattered.

It's cold, and when I say it, Hung, it starts sniffing.

"It's not natural. I'm not taking Range and Yui with me."

I shrugged and jumped up from the large circle of flowers that were sitting back down.

As it was, he now lowered his back toward Knight. The fairy queen in white and the knight in black armor. What a picturesque sight.

"Oh, the... I'm not angry, right? Anna, it's just illuminating, so..."

"Yeah. I know exactly what you mean, Knitty."

"... I hear you, there."

Well, I'm talking to you so you can hear me. After all, it's fun to make fun of Anastasia.

"Totally. I panic to this extent, etc.... I don't have enough spiritual training, Anastasia"

"Don't you say that."

From me, you and Anastasia, both. It's only a comparison of the back of a chestnut.

But that one word isn't funny. Anastasia bites again, and it becomes a fight. Well, even when it comes to fighting, it's like an extended battle of cute rhetoric.

I know that, so I hear you two quarrel without stopping me or your knitwear. After a while, I peek slowly into the hand of Knitting, who has slowly resumed the creation of the floral crown.

"What are you doing?

Solnea, who doesn't know what she's doing, raised her voice.

Sure, I don't know any floral crowns.

"I'm making a crown."

"Hahankamuri?

"Oh. This is how I pick flowers and knit them with those flowers... Speaking of which, why are you knitting the crown?

Even now, I speak simple questions. When it comes to floral crowns, the first thing that still comes to mind is that they are made as gifts.

Gifts.

...... your sweatshirt is a gift?

"- It's a gift for someone, you say?

"Your voice is stiff."

"Anyway, you think Yui's making a gift for a man."

"You guys only get along when you piss me off."

Really, are we close or not? Maybe being close enough to fight is the kind of word that's for these guys.

"... so the crown is a gift to a man?

If so, Knight and I would like to go face to face with the boy. I think so and turn my gaze to Knight, but the knight in black armor is still standing idly by, as usual.

So decide that the floral crown does not appear to be a gift for the boy. My chest became lighter about it.

"Chi, no... right?

"Oh well."

To me like that, Ermenhilde and Anastasia were sighing at this sight.

As a brother, as a father, I need to know who I'm dealing with and what kind of child I'm dealing with.

"Still a parent idiot."

"Would you please not keep me with Graania?

"Both, I guess."

Anastasia laughs at Lang. What is a blossoming smile?

I honestly can't laugh because the conversation is about content.

"Is the crown a gift to someone?

"Ugh. Mr. Faff, to..."

"To Fafnir?

"Cute, cute."

A sweater that laughs at you, but imagine Fafnir decorating her horns with a floral crown in her head...... cute?

Hi, all I can think of is questionable cuteness.

The dragon, which had previously gathered awe with its ambitious majesty, recently evolved into a rather noisy aspect on a deserted island. More than once than ever before, the body's verses turned into sharply angled forms. He also gained enough power to defeat a black dragon with the power of a demon god, even though it became quite noisy just because of its appearance.

Exactly the king of dragons. I guess it's no exaggeration to say that you've got the style and power you deserve to be at the top of this world's most powerful life form - on that favnir, the floral crown?

"You're so cute."

"Yeah, right? Anna says it doesn't look good..."

I agree with you, but who can say anything about hurting Knightshirt here?

His eyes are hidden with his forehead, but his mouth is happily broken, and his fingers making the floral crown are moving a little faster than earlier. No one can react like that and deny it.

"You read the bars."

Anastasia gave me a scratch.

"Speaking of which, what about that fafnir?

"Ami, with your sisters, she's gone..."

"Oh."

To collect offerings to the Spirit God (Zeneria)?

"That's unusual. I can't believe he put anyone but us on his back."

"Ugh. But... Francesca and the others were happy, so good."

"Oh well."

"Well, there's a lot going on over there."

I'm happily hung up on you, Knitty, and Anastasia, with a mean smile on her face.

Even though you have the same smile, is it daily practice to get the impression that this is the opposite?

"A lot, is it?

"Oh, my God."

I kind of know what all that stuff means, so I laugh in my heels, too.

Well, that is. Fafnir escaped because he didn't want to be lovely and coordinated with the crown. Around my mouth and I can't deny it strongly, I can see that the presence of a knit in his eyes is all that important, but I don't expect that dragon king to run away with his tail wrapped around a flower crown.

"Did you?

"No. I hope Fafnir gets back soon."

"... yeah"

Is that look, laughing happily, because you want to give the flower crown to Fafnir soon?

My eyes were hidden with my forehead, so I'll gently fix them with my fingers. Then red ball-colored eyes appear as opposed to white hair.

Appearance that is also characteristic of dye deficiency (albino). I think we're cute, but the sweater says she's not confident in her appearance. That's no different than when we were traveling together, and I guess that's why you're hiding your eyes with your forehead.

"Eyes, they're cuter out there, aren't they?

"... is embarrassing, from"

The sweatshirt with her eyes exposed looked up at me for a while, and that's how she leans down again. I can see that the ears peeking through the gaps in my hair are slightly red, illuminating from the way I scratch those ears with my fingers.

I wish I was more confident in myself.

That's what I meant to say......

"What, are you dictating a knit?

"Really, the range is nice to women."

"You guys are not nice to me."

When I shrugged, my sweatshirt was small in the words, but it shook my shoulders.

"It's a floral crown. Fafnir - is it on that dragon?

Once the conversation is slightly free, Solnea's questions will now resume.

Because the conversation about her own appearance was over, or when the sweater looked up... her eyes were still hidden with her forehead.

No body.

"Yeah. Mr. Faff, you're sweet, but you're scared of everyone... and when you get cute with the crown on, everyone, don't be scared"

"I think you'll be happy to cry."

"Oh well...?

To my words, a sweatshirt with a happy face. Is it from joy that those cheeks are in a red tide?

Not at all. It is an enviable dragon.

"Sure, you're going to cry"

"Sure, you're about to cry."

And they are two people who whine about the same thing. I want you to learn more about how Knights feels.

"Range"

"Hmm?"

Subsequently, Solnea pulled the sleeves of her clothes with weak force.

I felt Anastasia's gaze sharpen when I saw it, but I turn my gaze towards Solnea pretending not to notice it.

"What's up?

"Would you be happy if I sent you a flower crown?

"... Huh?

Anastasia reacted faster than I did to that word. That little body doesn't match, it's loud. And I'm a little scared. Kind of.

"What are you talking about?

"Come on?"

Why are you asking me questions there, not Solnea? The beautiful fairy queen is scared when she gets angry. I'm just as scared as Mr. Utano. I'm sitting on Knight's shoulder, so I'm supposed to be away at a distance, but there's no slight decay in the sharpness of that gaze.

Well, I suppose that's something I can say to women in general. Turning his gaze to Knight, he seemed to enjoy the situation, which he was not supposed to be able to talk to. Maybe that's a feeling we can share because we're the same guy.... I can't exchange words, so it's very likely my assumption.

With such a wind blowing inside of me, Solnea is waiting for my reply in the position she asked. You really don't brace, do you?

"Well, aren't you happy?

"Really?"

I felt Anastasia's gaze sharpened one step at a time, but Solnea did not say to whom it should also be said to be the subject.

I'm sure you just asked the question whether it would be a pleasure to give a flower crown as a gift. I know that, so I don't have to rush back.

Anastasia looking at me looking at how uninteresting my response is, with my legs over Knight's shoulder and my elbows on top of it. You behave too badly.

What would you do if you imitated me? Not at all.

"Oh... Lotus, I'm glad."

When he smiles happily at my words, he leans back down again to create the flower crown. I just can't miss hearing it for a second. Words, or names?

That and. I could see the power coming out of my whole body.

"Knitting?

"Hey, what?

I'm sure the Knights themselves have noticed. Trying to call me "brother," like I used to, to say it all over again.

I don't know because my expression is bent, but my skin like white magnetism is slightly red. And ears. The hair and skin are white, so the change is easy to see.

"You can call me like you used to, okay?

'Think of what you're going to say...'

Whether Elmen Hilde frightens me or not, I still can't abandon my desire to have him call me like I used to. Anyway, Mr. Utano is "your sister" as he used to be.

I still remember my face when I was told that when I consulted with Wang in the past. He seemed happy. He seemed so happy. It's usually iron skin or sharp eyeballs, but it's still sweet for my daughter.

... I'm Lianshi, and Utano is your sister. Well, even Knitting isn't a child anymore. I know it's a difficult time, but I can tell.

"Ah."

The voice, next door. Looks like Solnea, who imitated Knights, was about to hand fold the flowers and make the crown, but it's not in shape at all. Just flower petals arranged and appropriately length stems overlapping.

Then it won't be a floral crown.... Well, I don't know how to make a flower crown either.

"Solnea,. There, no... right?

"Really?

"Ugh, yeah."

Pinch me in, and Knitty starts teaching Solnea how to make a flower crown. I don't know how to knit flowers, so it's a little fresh. After all, I think I'm familiar with these things because I'm a girl.

After all, a man has the impression that he is better at moving his body than at his fingertips. Well, I guess someone who's good at it.

I exhale slowly, smiling at those two. The knitwear is growing, too.

Maybe in a few moments they'll really be called Mr. Lotus instead of your brother....... kinda lonely.

"Speaking of which. Who taught you how to make a flower crown? Anastasia?"

"Huh?... Koo, it's for your brother"

…………

"Koutaroo can really do anything."

"Yeah."

Keep your gaze on Anastasia.

"Really?"

"True."

When I ask, Anastasia responds with a face like she chewed up a bitter bug.

Koo. Kotaro Inoue. He's a young man called the Wizard... but Kotaro. Ah.

He seems to be as good at something unexpected as ever, really weird or odd.

"Hey, Anastasia"

"Hey, what's up?"

When I spoke to Anastasia because I had thought so, I was wary as much as I wanted.

I can predict some things with that voice, but, well, should it be called style beauty?

"You, can you make a floral crown or something?

…………

Giri, and. It's like I heard biting my back teeth, like I didn't hear them.

"Hehe."

"I can make it. It's not just a game of grass."

I'm fine, really. Keep going, he said. Point your gaze at the sky.

- Naifer. Reminds me of that alien. Hated from people, trying to destroy the world - a demon who tried to destroy this view. If you were to fight me, if you were to give me the strength to fight, you didn't hesitate to do anything about it.

Did you envy this way of life, too?

... I don't know the answer because I don't have anyone to ask.