The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

The continent of Elflame, an island of ever-summer spent by subhumans and beasts. Away from that island, a cold breeze strokes his cheeks as he progresses through the sea for half a day with the wings of Fafnir.

Grey clouds visible in the distance and slightly cloudy air unlike sea breezes.

When I looked up at the feeling, Mululu looked up over the dragon's wide back.

"What's wrong?

"I see the Arbenelm continent... I was just sighing about what was to come"

I don't know what I'm talking about, Mululu leans his neck in the way I said. I guess so, too.

I didn't even want to tell her anything in particular, so I shook my head and snapped my neck as usual that it was nothing. When I get comfortable with the creepy sound, I get used to hearing it in my head - I can take it with both men and women, a neutral voice sounds.

'I don't feel well, so I'm glad you didn't do much.'

"It feels good."

"For what you're asking, you're gonna worry about a broken neck bone."

Is that what it is? From the side I'm doing, I feel like my shoulders are lighter.

"It's not the bones you're used to, it's the joints."

"Really?

Mululu asked strangely and tilted his neck to imitate me.

Yes. I just leaned my neck. It's not a trick that sounds like a neck joint, but one that makes you feel somewhat adorable.

The trick is adorable and loosens the mouth.

"Mululu won't need it."

"Really?"

"You don't think about shoulder tightness, do you?

………

When I said that, my expression made me more dangerous in sight.

"Even I think a lot"

"Right."

"Yeah."

Apparently, they mistook me for thinking nothing. I didn't mean to say that, but well, that's how it happened. The look is funny too, so let's shut up.

"Is Miss Francesca okay?

"Huh?"

"... why are you asking Senior Francesca there"

casually, speaking to Miss Francesca, who was grabbing on the back of Fafnir a little further away, it was Ami who replied. Anyway, I guess I reacted worried about my chest again.

Again, I didn't mean to, I was just worried about Miss Francesca, who doesn't like heights. Shoulder down to reply to Ami, who is turning her sharp gaze this way.

I thought I asked you if you were okay on the high ground.

"Ugh."

"What did Ami react to?

"Don't let Elle hear you."

"... why did you get angry..."

When Elmen Hilde was depressed by Ami's words, Fafnir at the same time feathered heavily once.

The shock shakes my back, and Miss Francesca screams adorably. Supporting that back so that it doesn't shake at all, my vision will be covered with golden thread hair that will shake in the wind. Unlike the sea breezes and the cloudy winds of the Arbenelm continent, the sweet scent stirs the nostrils.

Not every day is good, but there may still be good things to do.

With that in mind, I leave Miss Francesca waiting for the sway to subside. The total length of the fafnir is a sight, but about thirty meters. Its back is wide enough to sit and bicker, and the more you pay attention to wings like that earlier, the more you can lie down. continent to continent. Traveling super distances doesn't feel so physical fatigue either.

The more you look down, the more beautiful the sea is and the demons swimming through it. Blue skies and white clouds if you look at the sky, and the appearance of demons flying through the sky.

... Everywhere I look, I see the demon in my sight, but there's no way I'm going to come out here. I guess it's impossible for a boulder, a demon the same size as a person, to give a hand to a thirty metre dragon. I'm just watching the distant winding.

Occasionally, demons with bigger than Fafnir - giant squid (Kraken), water dragon (Hydra), giant fish about the size of a small island (Aspidokelon) peek into the sea surface, but that's all.

It must be a rare experience to be able to safely admire a giant demon like that. Miss Francesca, who is not good at heights, was also looking down at the sea all that time in such a way as to be surprised from Fafnir's back.

"Arbenelm continent..."

Unexpectedly, it's like a faraway thunder in your ear - sounding at the bottom of the tire, a low voice arrives. It's the crimson dragon on our backs - the voice of Fafnir. The voice uttered the name of the continent now on its way.

"? What's wrong with Arbenelm continent, Fafnir?

"No. I don't have many good memories on that continent."

"Really?

Ami says strangely. Neither did I, but I raise a question mark just like Ami on the inside.

After all, I thought it would be quite thoughtful on a continent where you and I came out with Knightshirt because of Fafnir.

So that one word the king of dragons uttered is strange and caresses his neck muscles lightly.

"Stop."

"What. I used to be happy to do this."

"It used to be. Fools - humans are familiar"

"Heck."

Put it mildly, stop the act of stroking your neck muscles.

Human.

If you don't like being stroked by humans, did you used to be different?

If you think about it that way, it makes no sense to think about it any more. I somehow understand what Fafnir is trying to say, and now I know for myself that I still can't live up to it.

Just.

"To live on Arbenelm, you can't stay human."

"Hmm - if you know what I mean, fine"

In the end, that's what happened.

I have been prepared since I spoke of El on the continent of Elflame.

He said he couldn't do it like this. As it is, I will regret it again.

Once, I failed. Wrong. I couldn't protect it. I couldn't save it.

So now is the time.

"Hmm... I don't feel the wind"

Laugh at your heels, hide your feelings, like that determination. It's embarrassing to say that, and it's not like telling someone.

You also need to be prepared to say those words if you want to stand in front of people, but hatred and such a way of life don't suit me.

That much I know.

So when I pulled aside and laughed, there was another neutral voice in my head... as usual, I heard a sigh.

'... that's not tight'

"I think it's the same thing."

"Always, so you want to exhale."

When Elmen Hilde's story is funny and shakes his shoulder, he shows a slightly angry sign. I know I didn't get angry from the bottom of my heart, so I won't make excuses and I'll leave it at that.

Anyway, it'll fix my mood soon. I know he's that kind of partner.

Without speaking to Ermenhilde like that, he turns his gaze toward Faerona and Solnea, who are lowering their hips beside Miss Francesca. Ami and Mululu moved towards their tails at some point to look out at the sea. Apparently, I enjoy watching half a fish person (Sahagin) float.

"Solnea, don't fall."

"Yes."

I don't know what to talk about, I can't feel the usual emotional ups and downs when I dare to say something unusual, flat reply.

I thought it might have changed a little on the Elflame continent, but I still don't know much about what Solnea thinks, as always.

But I feel like I've been watching the ocean a lot since I got on Fafnir's back. - If you want to put it into words, it looks like you're enjoying the view, too.

All I'm saying is that I'm looking at the ocean or the sky.

"Faylona, if you want, you can support me."

"Phew. That's a lot of overprotection."

When I say that to Fayrona, who is beside Solnea like that, I am told the other way around.

I didn't mean to, but I think maybe it is. I know the ups and downs of emotions are hard, but I don't know anything about them - I think they show interest in different things. Are you treating such a child as a soldier who reacts like a child?

I think so, but I'm not sure about myself.

However, if you can afford to enjoy the view in Solnea that way, should I be happy?

From now on, we will set this woman on the throne of the demon god. I don't know what that means... in the end, I don't get it all.

The reason the demons get ravaged is because I killed Nafel the demon god and no longer exist to watch the demons. For this purpose, place the new demon god, Solnea, on the seat of the demon god.

Is that all right?

Think so, but there is no answer. The only way to see the demons presented by the goddess Astraela is by Sole, and I don't even know if there's anything else I can do.

And more importantly, Solnea herself accepts the matter.

- Now.

Arbenelm continent. Demons and demons rule - the continent where the demons were located is right in front of you. Now, if there is another way, it will be difficult for me to be presented.

I got to where I came from.

After that, just settle.

He's on that continent... he's in that place.

"Dear Range?

I was immersed in thought, and I can speak up. It was looking out into the sky, Miss Francesca, not looking down. A little blue in the face.

"Hmm?"

"You look difficult, what's wrong?

"... no. I can see the Arbenelm continent. I was just sighing thinking about what was to come."

Return the same words you said to Mululu earlier. What's to come. Set Solnea on the throne of the demon god. And - settle with Shelfa and that battle freak.

He should be waiting. In that place that killed the demon god Neifer. To live up to the promise made a year ago.

He said he wanted to die to kill me.

You told me you wanted to die, and I told you to wait because I'm gonna kill you - to fulfill that promise.

"Doesn't that make you seem like you're thinking a lot more deeply?

Fayrona even worries me. Shoulder down to the kindness of such a companion.

"What? I'm just saddened by the difficulty of keeping my word."

"Promise, is it?

"Yes, promise"

Miss Francesca asks back like a parrot. Concur with the word and turn your gaze toward the sea.

The sea that plays the sun's rays and sparkles changes its appearance only by the number of waves. I thought you praised the little beauty star, it could be a big piece of brilliance. Not at all. Same shape, not for a moment.

I sigh, looking at the sea like that.

"Not at all. Promises don't make things lighter."

Drop your shoulders and squeal like that.

Really, I sincerely think so. It's hard to keep promises, but it's harder than that to break promises.

More than a year of promises, but that hardship remains the same.

No, after a year, it'll be harder than then.

When I think of the war I fought in the Elflame continent, I just think so.

Anyway, while I was torn in the stomach with a divine sword (Ermenhilde), with a sickle blade tip around my neck - that woman still retreated. I should have been able to settle. At that time, we could have ended it in that place.

But I didn't do it.

For that woman, that black dragon doesn't mean much. Death or not, life or not. I shouldn't care, but I withdrew because of that dragon extension.

I'm sure that word had no shards of heart.

"Be careful, Miss Francesca."

So say. Do what you have to say.

"Promises you have to break, not promises you'll never make."

"... ha"

I don't know, Miss Francesca leaned her neck in such a way. Well, that would be the normal reaction.

Promises are things to keep.

It would be about me and Shelfa to make promises that I have to desperately break.

- Alive. One day, Noon will kill you. Until then, don't die.

I'm not dying. Live. Because you want to live, live. I don't want to die, so I live.

If I said that, what would that woman look like?

I thought so, but I decided to shake my head and forget.

We'll kill each other anyway. It doesn't make sense to think about it. The answer is we'll find out in forty-two days.

"I hate the annoying smell"

"Why is the range so... I'd be glad to make it a little more serious"

"Phew... there's nothing more unfit than what I take seriously, right?

"Don't say it yourself."

That's how I say a light word to the resurrected Ermenhilde, as usual.

"I say stupid, you get angry. That's about right."

You're gonna get angry. Think about this one.

"I guess I'm a medal."

"Still."

I don't know if that's what it is. To put it mildly, sigh again.

"Don't be so angry, buddy."

"I'm your weapon, Range."

I turn my gaze forward with such usual intercession.

Arbenelm continent. The devil's continent, covered by gray clouds, looks bigger than it was earlier.