The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Looking at the door Ryu left for a while, Katsu, and. A dry noise echoed inside the room.

Solnea rearranged the chess pawns as she rocked her long dark hair into the cold wind that blew in through the window.

"Range. What do you say?

"... you're my pace too, really"

"You're no different than Takashi."

"Neither do you."

…………

Feeling the lucid emotions of Ermenhilde, he lowers his back to the seat where Ryu sat until earlier. Solnea, sitting face-to-face, still looks back at me with a quiet look as usual and waits for a reaction.

Are you angry?

It doesn't look that way... but from Ryu's point of view, do you think this faceless woman is angry at being badly told about Fayrona?

"Well, then, from me"

"Yes."

When you move one pawn of your own formation, Solnea also moves the pawn again. The gaze remains facing the plate surface and does not move.

I felt a little different about being focused - I have pointed to chess several times before, but Solnea is not the kind of person to concentrate on one of them even if she ever looks at the face of the board.

Look at your opponents and strategize, not on the board. That should have been the character. But that soldier is now pointing to chess, keeping an eye only on the plate.

... Do you care what Ryu tells you?

"What's up?

Moving the pawn, listen. Then the sound of the door of the room opening slightly.

Turning his gaze, Ryu was peering indoors through a slightly open gap in the door. Rather than looking at me from that gap.

Maybe that's what you're going to be calling it.

"I'm going to take your seat off for a moment."

Ami, who, like me, noticed Ryu's gaze, rose from the stone bed where she was sitting and left the room. Follow that Ami. Miss Francesca and Mululu's gaze also moves, but Solnea still doesn't feel anything and doesn't move while looking at Chez's plate surface.

Cutlets, and.

The pawn hit the board and made a stiff noise.

"Shit."

How many times did it last? On the top of the board will be all the black pawns of Solnea, and only about half of those white pawns I was moving.

With his shoulders clasped, he pulls strength out of his whole body.

"Yes."

That's all. If you say so few words that you barely change the silence, Solnea rearranges the pawns.

"You care?

"Probably."

I'm not saying what. And I'm not even listening to Solnea.

This woman herself realizes what she cares about, so she doesn't have to ask. Talk less words and start WWII. But again, there is too much difference in level between Solnea, who gained experience referring to Ami and Miss Francesca, and me, who was stabbing her with one hassle of play.

The second battle was also defeated without seeing him, looking up at the ceiling as he kept his weight on the back of his chair.

Oh, how uninteresting of a ceiling made through a rock.

"That's a brilliant defeat."

"Nothing. I'm not competing for a win or a loss."

"haha......"

Whimpering like a loser, at some point Miss Francesca, who had Mululu on her lap, echoed a thirsty laugh into the room.

Chez must have been bored, with such a lady Francesca's busty chest on her pillow. Mululu is rowing the ship. Envy. A man would be a scene (situation) for everyone to fantasize about once. Take turns with Mululu, of course.

Well, if a man does it, he's likely to be treated like a criminal and stuck out by the gendarmerie.

"Are you calm?

"Yes - thank you"

"Ha, come on, don't be thankful."

I'm going to take a good look at this one and thank you. Solnea's words tickle, and I look away and scratch my cheeks.

"Is it lit?

"That's what I pretend not to see"

In reply to Ermenhilde's words, Miss Francesca laughs, hiding her mouth with her empty right hand, supporting her with her left hand so that she does not wake up Mulu.

Couscous and a small, pathetic laugh as if it were a bell sound.

Return a sigh to that voice, gaze forward.

"Your journey is coming to an end."

"Yes."

You know what I'm going to say, Solnea replies without putting her hair in.

The end of the journey.

Solnea becomes a demon god.

"The range."

So, the words broke off unnaturally.

Keep your gaze on me. Looking back into my eyes, but mouthcage to choose the words.

So I lined up the chess pawns, waiting for the next word without saying anything.

I'm not giving it away. Solnea never sees the surface of the plate, nor does she line up the pawns. Just look at me - look at Miss Francesca and Mulu.

"The Ranges' journey is still going on."

Besides, I wonder what the intentions are in that word... emotions.

Are you jealous?

Do you miss me?

Are you happy?

Is it sad?

... I don't know.

"… would Mr. Solnea like to continue his journey more?

Open your mouth as Miss Francesca chooses words.

But you don't know the answer, Solnea put her free right hand to her chest for a short while... and closed her eyes. What, did you have something to feel? Or is there a nanica in the back of your chest?

It was a short time.

We met in a cave before Wang Du's martial arts tournament, and then the journey.

Just a few months. That's all dating.

There was nothing then - the conversation that I just didn't "know" when I heard it also changed by the time I now explored trying to get answers out of myself in this way.

Is this a good change? Or is it a bad change?

That too, I don't know.

Just like Solnea... neither I nor we know anything about Solnea.

Such, thin, vague relationships.

Maybe you can call it a buddy, a relationship you don't understand.

"Yes."

Still, Solnea gets angry for Fayrona and this is how she nods that she wants to continue her journey.

- The connection is thin. A thin bond.

The result of not interfering more than necessary because a breakup had been decided.

"Francesca, do you have dreams?

"Dream, is it?

Solnea is rare and asks a question to Miss Francesca. No, I may have been asking questions where I wasn't, but it was rare to ask someone a question in front of me.

Until now, I have never asked questions other than those that attracted my interest.

"I don't know what a dream is."

Listen to the words, quietly.

Similar to monologues, inner exposures.

A cold breeze blows in through the window.

The sky is cloudy. A gray sky, covered in thick clouds. Its gray was not made by the ashes of volcanoes in the distance, but darker - clouds that are still going to crush me falling from the sky...... oppressive clouds.

Perhaps it will snow today or tomorrow. That's the weather. The air is dry and the cold wind that stings my skin is blowing hard.

If it snows, the last journey begins.

Snow covers the land of Arbenelm, and even demons with tough flesh draw cages into their nests for warmth. Because if you don't, you'll be dead.

Because the world where they lived, even on Earth, is many times bigger and stronger than humans, saving food and spending time in the nest.

Well, I don't know if it compares to a bear.

Anyway, if it snows, the number of demons decreases. It's temporary, and it's not going to be gone, but it's going to be less dangerous.

If that's how the journey begins...... I can't go back.

There will be no such thing as pointing to chess.

"So I wanted to dream"

Do you know that? Solnea said so with a slightly broken expression.

I wanted to dream.

Solnea saw me.

"Ermenhilde"

'Hmm?'

"Do you have a dream?

"My dream is that Range will give me a crowded life... and you'll feel like a hero."

"Hehe."

"Read the air, you..."

"Become!?

Miss Francesca blew out on Elmenhilde's "Dream".

As for the partner who was told that, it's grand... that's the only way to exhale deeper than the sea. What a colorless dream.

"What is that? It's not a dream, it's a wish."

"Isn't a dream a man's desire? He's not a man, but he has aspirations."

"Nice to meet you."

'Really?

"Really?

At the same time as Ermenhilde, utter the exact same words. But still, me and Elmen Hilde. The temperature difference between the words spoken by one and one was remarkable, so Miss Francesca erupted again.

'... rude'

"Excuse me, Master Elmenhilde"

I apologize, but Miss Francesca smiles. And... Sornair also looks slightly, but with a broken mouth.

"Dreams, aspirations"

That, little lips spin words. It doesn't sound like Miss Francesca - even I, sitting across a small table, manage to hear a fine voice.

And he looked at me.

"What's Range's dream...... what's your desire?

"I don't know, it's obscene when you hear about aspirations"

"... Read the air, Range"

The voice of Ermenhilde, who just said he was stunned from the bottom of his heart. How can you, as far as I'm concerned, feel like crying when you can turn a voice like that?

Even though it's a little joke.

"My dreams... yeah"

Dreams, aspirations. That's a lot.

Relaxing in the country.

Traveling around to see the beautiful scenery.

Eating delicious meals.

Being strong enough to protect your people.

Living without any trouble around.

World peace.

And... when you die, on the bed.

I can never take this off. On the bed, die happy. That's my wish.

There are many others, but these seven come to mind soon. Mine, seven dreams.

Teaching Solnea as she counted her fingers, she nodded at me. However, Miss Francesca looks like her usual poor smile is attracting her, and she can't even get a light slap on her mouth leading up to Ermenhilde.

... I almost cried a little.

"You have a lot of dreams, Range."

"Too much."

"... okay. You're free to have dreams."

When I say it back like a child, Hmm, and Ermenhilde chops his nose roughly and throws it away. I don't have a nose.

"... Range"

"Hmm?"

Solnea called me by my name just because it had nothing to do with me when my heart was badly wounded by such an Ermenhilde response.

Truth is, all the women around me are my-paced people. Somehow, I thought so.

"Will you stay by my side until you find my dream?

"Well, hey. Yes, I promised."

That was what I said on the continent of Elflame - after I left Shelfa.

Light promises...... no choice but to be taken, simple promises. But Solnea felt like she was looking at me somewhere.

"Wow..."

Is that the opposite of such a gaze, or did you say you rubbed it up somewhere?

Miss Francesca raised her voice as she held those cheeks down with her hands, giving a delightful expression to the momentum that seemed to dye her cheeks even rosy.

Mululu, sleeping on his knees, is about to fall and looks around in a hurry.... what about grabbing the rich breasts and keeping them from falling off? Doesn't it hurt?

"It's kind of like a confession,"

... after all, the woman around me is my pace.

From the bottom of my heart, I thought so.