The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Walk down the hallway where the sun fell and fainted.

When the cold air touches my skin, I get goosebumps, but the core of my body is shamed or warm by the booze I was swallowing earlier.

There is no one in the stone corridor, and the footsteps echo. But its resounding footsteps are also scratched out by the hustle and bustle you hear from afar, and it's good and bad to have too many ears, I laugh bitterly.

Oh, my God, I don't have a flair.

But this isn't bad either. Everyone in the distance... my friends are making more noise. That's what I hear from outside the circle.

What a lonely way to have fun, he said. I laugh and move on with my feet.

Shelves decorated with expensive ornaments or even beautiful flowers wrapped in the darkness of the night. Beautiful silver knight armor.

Too sophisticated a knight's armor is likely to move now because it's in the dark.

Because there is a precedent called Knight, or I laugh at myself just a little scared. Ghosts and so on.

With that in mind, we reached the place of purpose - the chapel.

Big enough to look up, more than a shelf decorated with ornaments you just saw, more than a silver knight armor. A large door decorated with beautiful ornaments and revealed with exquisite design.

One hand opens the door that was previously pressed open using the entire body.

Gii, and. A bitter sound echoes in the darkness of the night.

There's nobody in there.

That's right. Now everyone is celebrating a banquet in the name of a celebration.

hatred that has afflicted mankind for so long. The demon god Neifer was crusaded, so the joy also pushed. Usually even a strict Mr. O'Brien drinks with a rare smile scattered around him.

Most people in the castle attend such festivities, so much so that the cooks and maids enjoy stuffing.

Everyone in the Wang capital is also festive. The tavern is full of people, and I'm sure the light won't go out until tomorrow morning.

The chapel, unrelated to such a hustle and bustle, is filled with statues of a silver goddess large enough to look up -.

"Range"

My voice, it sounded.

Rin, quiet voice.

At the same time, the statue of the Silver Goddess, which was in the darkness, begins to glow pale.

The color of the leaked light is silver. When you wonder if the light overflows in the dazzle, the light gathers like a cloud. Vain light. He dyed the light through the chapel, which was lit by the lights of the Zhu Moon, and felt the warmth as if the sun were floating in the night.

"... Astraela"

"Range. Often, my wish... you protected this world"

No. Shake your head to the side. I miss the fact that my voice sounds on my head, and my mouth loosens naturally.

I miss you - no, do you miss me?

"Not quite."

I didn't protect the world.

- Bad way to put it, but it's just eight hits.

They killed Elle, they took him... eight hits on that thing. At that time, I didn't think about the world because it was all over my head...

I don't really remember, but at least I don't feel like I fought for something.

They told me that I fought with personal affection but protected the world, and I shook my head sideways reflexively.

Keep walking to the sudden appearance of light (Astraela).

"That's unusual. I thought you didn't interfere too much with the world.

'Right. Well, it's not a good idea to interfere too much.

Accidental, silent. When Astraela shut up as she thought of something, at the same time a loud noise sounded in the distance. I can see that the sound enough to reach the quiet chapel raised my cheers without clearing my ears.

Turn your gaze to those who cheer. What I heard was the Great Hall where everyone gathers… where the celebration is now taking place.

"It's just, oh, I guess the meals we eat while we get together are delicious."

"Eat."

Reflectively, he scratches into the goddess and exhales in a grumpy, mixed sigh.

In the last few years, she has been a goddess that has been stained with the world for a long time. - I don't mean to, but I think it was me who dyed it from Utano and the others.

As far as I'm concerned, I occasionally took her to a stall, walked the streets of Wang Capital with her, and introduced her to an institution. That's not what I told you, either, from Astraela.

I don't even have a romantic view that I can take as a favor. I think it might be somewhat of an interest.

'Everyone had a dark face these days, so the vibe isn't as bright as this'

"Good for you."

If the goddess was happy to say so, it's worth the effort.

I was glad that she was happy because she had an atmosphere somewhere similar to El's.... it's like Elle is laughing at me.

Think so, shake your head to the side.

No, I can't.

You can't do that.

Drink up and keep saying that to your cloudy head.

The breath I vomited in that way was still cloudy with alcohol. My throat is hot and my vision blurs.

... because that's not just alcohol, it really reminds me. This is the first place I've ever met Elle.

Elle. Elmen Hilde.

Lianshi Yamada wished on Astraela the goddess, a weapon that kills God.

All I know is how to live as a weapon, seeking only to slay demons and their families, demons and demons, and forcing them on me... fight, make up, fight again.

It's never just a good memory, but it's still an important memory - holding back the drunk, loose tear glands and exhaling again.

Oh, I wish I hadn't had a drink or something. I thought so and tried to blame it all on booze.

"Thank you"

――――

Words from the heart.

I wondered why that was the true intention of not lying and lying. So......

"Stop."

Yes, I'll return just one word.

There's nothing to be thanked for.

Saved the world? Protected people? That's what happened.

I... fought to live with her more than to save the world, more than to keep people - to make promises to Elle. It's so selfish, so blind, so stupid.

But it was more important to me than the world.

Astraela asked us to save the world.

Twelve people with special powers, summoned from different worlds, and me with nothing.

There's nothing - I don't have the magic of ordinary people, as opposed to the magic of being out of digits like Zoichi and the others. But that's why it was just right as a vessel for Elmen Hilde (God Killer's Weapon) and Goddess (Astraela).

And me and Elle, beyond even Astraela's imagination - even took away the magic of the demon god (Naifer). Although only in part, it could lead to the killing of God with the magic of "Demon of Destruction" (Naifer) and "Goddess of Creation" (Astraela) … and "Goddess of God Killer" (Ermenhilde).

But in the end, I... killed Naifer for Elle, not for the world.

So even if they say thank you, they deny it. It wasn't for the world.

'No, let me tell you'

I never changed the tone of the silver goddess - thank you again.

Down to the proper bench, listening to the words. Just the closest chair to the silver one.

"Hey, Astraela."

"What is it, Range"

"... what was Elle born for?

I hear that as I look at the cathedral ceiling illuminated by the silver lights.

Also for a while. Instead of thinking about it, can I say the next word - I can feel such a whirlwind, while it's quiet?

Far away, cheering. Wait for Astraela's words as she feels like some other HR.

"To stop Naifer. To kill, to save the world that people live in."

…………

"Range. Not to live with you."

Oh, and.

That's what I knew.

Elle knew the seventh constraint, how to liberate it. That's why he stood up and protected me and died in my arms.

That, I look at both hands holding her body up to the end.

Wounded hands. I held her and slaughtered countless demons and demons... still have a feeling in this hand that I was holding Elle.

That's what I knew. Elle was born for what I wanted to do to kill Neifer.

... the life I wished for.

"You Changed Hermenhilde."

…………

"Because it was you, Elmenhilde changed"

Stop it, I shrug.

But the whining is so small that Astraela continues her words under the guise of an unheard wind.

Whether you block your ears or you know it's a voice that rings in your head, you lay down on your face and block your ears.

"Yamada Range. Elmenhilde died happy because you were there."

"-. Mix!? Have you ever died? I can't make my wishes come true, I can't have dreams, and that's happiness"

I can't stand it, I make my voice absurd.

But it's also a win-win.

I know. I understand.

The worst part - it's me I couldn't protect.

It was me who had to put Elle on the scale like that.

The world or El. I'm the one who tipped the balance to the world.

Even though I know so, I rough my voice and raise my face.

"Astra ella. I'm..."

I get up from my bench, and I'm about to fall forward trying to pack it in the light. A body dull in alcohol, it doesn't follow its will. I stare at Astraela, even angry about it.

"... why me?"

…………

"It's good to be Soichi. In Soichi, who has the power of you and Zeneria... I will inherit your power strongly, Ami, or Masaki, who will inherit the power of Zeneria strongly"

Spit it out.

Ever. Ever - I've been hoarding, black stuff for a long time. I spit it out. I was patient, something I shouldn't have said. Betrayal to all.

"Why me? There is no magic. I have no experience... I can't fight without Elle. How could I be such a god killer..."

Why would anyone expect me to do that? The people of this country, the Delwins, Mr. Utano, Shelfa - Neifer.

I don't have any power. Magic, sword moves, arms, strength, confidence... it's a vanity I've been straining. I couldn't do it unless I was strong because I had nothing.

It was Elle who supported it. She was the only one I could be proud of without anything.

It was Elle who was beside me like that. He stopped, leaned over, and pulled my hand. He pushed me on the back. He walked with me.

It was supported. She was my support, not 'God Killer's Weapon'.

If I changed her, she changed me. It turned my sense of purpose that I had to work hard into a core that I was going to work hard on.

How happy that is, and helpful - saved.

"Why not, Astraela? Why did you summon me? Why did you give me Elle? - Why?"

Repeat the ruptured word.

I was summoned because I was a vessel.

Because there is nothing, because it is empty, because it was ideal for the vessel of God's power. Only a giant vessel, a man from another world, was perfect for me.

I realized when I borrowed the magic of Astraela.

People who live in this world...... that is no exception to Soichi et al., the color of magic they have is one color. Silver for Soichi, gold for Ami, purple for Kotaro. Elle also has jade magic.

But I have nothing. Because the vessel is empty, we can pour magic of various colors into it.

Elle jade. Astraela silver. Neifer's black. Only the vessel was big, and I was able to mix the three colors together to kill God.

But the magic is too powerful to withstand the flesh. So seven constraints - constraints for that matter. Gradually, little by little, we get used to our flesh for magic. That's the seven constraints imposed on me and Elle.

And they gave me Elle because I wanted to.

The weapon that kills God. A weapon that can fulfill Astraela's wishes. - A weapon that will save the world.

I know the answers to the questions I say.

Even if I knew, I'd say it.

- You don't have to think calmly, really stupid question.

――――

A rough breath leaves a wooden spirit in the chapel.

When I hear it without realizing that it belongs to me, I realize that my breath is rough on my disturbed palpitations.

It even irritated me, gripping my fist hard.

'Are you calm?

"... sorry"

Mumble and gaze at the entrance to the chapel.

I felt signs, but was it my fault? There is no shadow there, and the main door remains closed.

"Range"

"... what?

Because it makes me feel easier to spit out things to spit out, or I pull myself out and back down to the bench again.

That's all, I lost my strength from all over my body.

Weakness - helplessness, wraps around your whole body. Utano has been beside me for the past few days - but when I'm still alone, I'm really apathetic. I think of the past and almost turn away from reality.

"What do you wish for?

"... don't"

'Whatever it was that hurt, what sin, it was unforgivable... what would you wish for?

"... please don't"

That's temptation.

Unforgivable temptation.

Things you shouldn't wish for.

I failed once, and again - no, I'm going to think this time, sweet invitation.

I want you to laugh.

The goddess invites me to say so.

"Stop."

"fulfill the promise we made when we summoned you to this world."

- If you saved the world, make any wish come true.

The word is evoked.

I forgot.

Because my wish came true.

In the original world, there was nothing connected.

Alone, neighbors and friends were never truly trustworthy.

So - a companion who lived and died together. Best friend I can trust with all my heart. Dependent, dependable warrior.

That's all, good.

And...

"Ahh."

I know.

I know.

Elle is created from the magic of Astraela. Another goddess, who grew based on some of the magic of the goddess. Astraela's daughter.

But.

But.

... but.

If you can try again.

I want to protect you this time. Protect anyone you want, so you can protect them. Oh no, wish...