The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

The stretch caused a headache rather than physical saving. It's an indescribable headache that can be decided with a sharp protrusion in the back of the head instead of a bump.

I remember the pain.

The pain I feel the next morning after drinking too much alcohol.

… is a so-called hangover.

I mean, all I can say is hangover.

'Totally.... pathetic'

Even Elmen Hilde's groaning voice gives him unspeakable pain by echoing it in his head.

When I suppressed my head without even being able to reply, my sigh echoed in my head again.

Side table by the bed, with a cup on top, and a small water bottle on the floor. It shouldn't have been until yesterday, but maybe he prepared it for me and Kotaro because they're going to be hungover.

I don't know who prepared it for me, but I drink water with patience for a headache while thanking you in my heart.

Water creaks deeply into my dry throat and lips, making me feel delicious like the first sweet dew I've ever had when I said it was just water.

Drink up a glass of water in one breath and have another as you go. But the water I drank on the second glass tasted like the usual, drinkable water anywhere.

With a sigh of dismay about it, but in the end, it's only an illusion, and it's silly to be bothered by a terrible hangover to taste that good water.

"Aww."

When I put the cup on the side table thinking with some calm head drinking water, a homogeneous groan echoes from the bed next to me. Kotaro, lying in the next bed, was also suffering from hangovers, just like me. He seems to be in more pain than I am over there, at the end of the day trying to relieve the pain a little while wearing a futon from his head.

I don't know how much that means to me, but if that makes it easier, I'm going to let Kotaro like it.

"Luckily Taro, do you want some water?

"Yeah......"

Pass a cup watered into your stretched hand, grinning bitterly at the weak voice.

Then he was drinking water cleverly as he lay down in bed.

"Bad Behavior"

"It's hard to wake up."

'Don't make a pitiful sound.... lamentable'

In Elmen Hilde's novel, Kotaro wraps himself up in a futon so that he can be smaller. As his hands came out of the round futon that way, he cleverly placed a cup on the side table.

You can't see it, but only the weird senses are always sharp.

However, the sight of silver-haired, iridochromophobic (odd-eyed) games with beautiful shapes wrapped in futons and bored with hangovers is a harsh surprise to say the least. With Ermenhilde watching such koutaroo over the futon, but with a slightly different intent, he sighs toward Koutaro.

After a while, he turned his gaze out the window. Over the curtain, you can see the sun rising to a high position. Well, I guess that means I slept till nearly noon. I remember waking up in the morning, so I fell asleep twice.

What time did you shake when you came to this world and slept twice? It was so long ago that I can't remember anymore.

'So, are you okay?

"Oh. I'm dying of a headache"

"Then let's give him a shout on his head and let him know."

"... give me a break"

After a while, the pain is relieved a little, or I get used to the pain a little bit. Sit back on the bed in conversation with Ermenhilde and properly straighten your hair with your hands.

Doing so, the door knocked lightly.

When I reply, if you'll excuse me, I hear a small voice and the door opens slowly.

It was Knights and Knights who showed up. And it is Solnea.

Anastasia sits on Knight's shoulder, looking around the room with interest.

"Morning, Knitty."

"... Good morning, sir"

"Hey, won't you say hello over here?

"I have a hangover and a headache."

Say hello to Yui.

You have a loud voice. When I squirm, Anastasia shuts up.

- When I peered into that face, which I feared, I smiled. In the background, though, there is an atmosphere where you might see the general youth.

"Ah?"

"Morning, Anastasia"

I think I'm a polite adult to greet you immediately.

I don't think Anastasia, who speaks a word that seems cloudy, is like a queen. No, maybe she's a queen in a way.

"You're close."

"Uh-huh."

"Where?!?

"... I'm hungover, don't scream too much"

The voice of Kotaro whining in a small voice from inside the futon makes me feel sad.

"Really. Can't you act a little more spirited, queen of fairies? '

"You tell me, Medal Woman"

'That's the attitude that makes me laugh at the range'

"I don't care who the range is. I'll make fun of him."

It's good to fight, but I want you to stop messing with me. And... I don't care who he is or who he makes fun of.

When I see him, I mean a fight, or two people who start arguing - sigh on one and one, and the sweatshirt walks over here.

"Daiji, bu?

"Oh, it's just a hangover."

"Water, would you like a drink?

"Uh... yeah, can I ask you a favor?

"Yes."

I drank some water earlier, but I can also afford another drink or so if my coat will pour it.

Watching him carefully pour water into the glass, Solnea walks over here again.

Releasing Ermenhilde to his pillow, he turned to you. A surprise sounded in my head, but I couldn't hear my face flashing at the hangover pain.

"Good Morning"

"Morning. Did you sleep well yesterday?

"Yes."

So, the conversation ends. As usual, can't we just continue the conversation for a little while?

I think I've been able to have a lot more conversation than I did when I first met him, and I feel like I know what I'm thinking quite a bit. I'm just wondering if Solnea is still more human than she used to be, or if she's floating something like emotion.

Again, I think if we played a little more conversation.

That's what I think, Knights hands me the water I poured into my cup.

Take it and include only one bite in your mouth.

"Yeah, yummy"

"It's just water... right?

'Cause your coat poured it on me.'

When I said that, I dyed my white cheeks slightly but I leaned down on Zhu. Cover your mouth with a glass to try and hide while you're about to loosen your face to a cute reaction.

"Hey."

Slightly weighing onto my shoulder as I tilt my cup and watch my sweater light up and lean down.

And low - the weight of my shoulder with Doss's clever voice... Anastasia, shrugged. Why do I need to pull my ear when I say I won't miss hearing because I'm talking in my ear?

It hurts a lot when you can put force into your fingers because it's a small hand.

"I told you not to talk to Yui, didn't I?

"Do-"

To Anastasia's words, how dare you put your face on...... a knit that makes you red to the ears and neck muscles. Beginning of the day.

I'm supposed to be sixteen this year, but this initial reaction - as my brother, I'm worried about the future. I was wondering if some weird guy wouldn't fool me or if some bad beetle would stop by.

With Knight and Fafnir around, there won't be a guy or anything half ready to try to get close to Knightshirt, but that's why the chances are not zero.

I can't fit in, and if I'm going to hang out with you, I have to be the Immortal Ghost Knight, the Dragon King, and the right guy for my glasses. Maybe Utano will join us there.

In my head, I felt like a beautiful witch with glasses exhaled, but never mind. That's how important Knights are. I would love for this kid to grow up innocent like this.

"Hey, parent idiot"

"I don't know if a girl would say hey or something"

"Oh?"

It was a lower voice than earlier.

Try not to say anything weird and shut up. Everyone, lives are wasted.

You won't get killed for teasing, but your life expectancy will shrink.

"I thought Anastasia was a girl."

"A bit of a range. What kind of education are you giving this woman?"

"Is it my fault..."

"Of course."

Ugh, hangover headache.

Not at all.

"You're doing well."

Ermenhilde says in a slightly dazzling voice. Anastasia put her strength into her hand picking my ears in the blindfold, wondering if she was stuck in that voice for a moment.

... From what I can tell, this attitude of Anastasia also looks energetic.

When I came to the room, I was watching this one while riding Knight's shoulder.

That's a trick when Anastasia is in trouble, not knowing what to do inside.... What comes to mind is last night's confession.

I was hiding something about Elle. Something like asking that and wondering what to do.

That's why this is how we make the place busier with more noise than we need.

It felt that way to me.

"Really.... I want you to share your energy."

"Hmm. Still smelling like an old man..."

"I'm an old man old enough."

"Lotus, you're still young... right?

"That's what you're gonna say, Kimono."

Put your hand on that soft gray hair and I'll try to tap it gently and stroke it for you.

I used to smile at me when I did that... but then the sweatshirt took a step away.

Yesterday we made a floral crown together. I'm shocked by that behavior and my body hardens.

"Pfft."

"Ha..."

Anastasia laughs at me like that, and Elmenhilde sighs.

"Range"

And then Solnea called my name as she pointed that gaze towards the window.

"What's up?

"Something will come"

Squirting. I know it's a word for me, but it's like a word for myself.

Then, the sweatshirt raised her voice.

"Faff,"

"Hmm?"

"... Mr. Faff is coming back, it seems"

"Fafnir did?

I'll look into the window again, too, to what Knightshirt said.

With Amitabh, we must be gathering the tools necessary to see the Spirit God (Zeneria).

No matter how many Fafnir wings, it should take a few days because we need to get around the main parts of the Elflame continent...

I wonder if something's happened, get up.

My head hurts slightly and my body reacts dull, but I wouldn't have a problem meeting and talking.

"Well, I noticed..."

"Faster than me, to Mr. Faff"

Solnea looks strange in her words and tilts her neck.

"It's not Fafnir"

"Huh?"

Return it to the Demon Girl and her gaze will turn to me. Feeling my gaze, I also pointed my gaze at the window towards Solnea.

I tried, I can't feel the waves of emotion...... deep everywhere, black eyes.

But that gaze is firmly directed at me.

"Something will come"

Also, I shrugged like that.

Something.

Does that mean that Fafnir and the others are bringing what Solnea calls' something '?

"What's coming?

"I don't know."

"... I don't know,"

As usual, Anastasia shouted at the words of Solnea. Well, I know something does come, but if you tell me you don't know something about it, maybe I'll just have to be stunned.

With that in mind, I get up from the bed I was sitting on.

"Night, don't leave your knitwear"

In my words, a knight in black armor nodded standing beside the girl who is the Lord. I heard my helmet and armor rubbing, kachi, and dry.

Listen to that sound, and get dressed.

Throw the medal (Ermenhilde) to Knight and point your gaze at the girls. Even so, when it comes to the girl who is on this occasion, with the sweatshirt...... physically anyway, mentally about Solnea.

Anastasia is too old to be a girl. Regardless of appearance.

"I'm going to get dressed now, but you want to peek?

"Yes, okay..."

"Bagi."

A sweater trying to get out of the room in a hurry, and Anastasia jumping up from my shoulder and cursing. Again, I don't think the reaction around here is girly.

Of course I won't, because I'm going to be really pissed off if I tell you.

"Look, you too, over here"

And Anastasia, who also tries to get out of the room by calling Solnea.

"Range, waiting outside"

"Oh."

I saw this one as Knight opened the door.

A knight who cannot utter a word, but somehow understands its intentions.

Knitting, Solnea left the room and Anastasia also stopped in the air as she later tried to follow.

"Hey."

"Oh."

"... sorry"

It was the words of apology that spun me.

Instead, I'm the one who wants to apologize. If they apologize first, they won't know how to return it.

So...

"Thanks"

For starters, say thank you.

When I see you later, I'm going to say thank you to the Delwins. You dated my old story yesterday, and you asked me for my stupidity, and I wanted to thank you.

"It's fun listening to your lively voice."

"Silly."

Leaving that behind, Anastasia also leaves the room. Finally, Knight closed the door and left.

"Ha."

And exhale in a sigh the size of a man you can hear wrapped in a futon you've been silent about.

"... I wish it exploded"

"Ugh."

Slap that futon a little hard while you get dressed.

"I'm having a headache with a hangover, so stop beating me..."

That's why I'm slapping you around the head.