The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Mm-hmm.

Looking at the ceiling with a sleeping, blurred gaze, I feel a different weight on my chest than the futon and look down.

Then there was the figure of Anastasia, horseback ridden on my chest - blurry in the dark, floating its contour.

"Just a little more..."

"Shah!?

I thought it was a dream and hit the back of my head, a tall scream.

I'm used to hearing, voices smaller than normal people still belong to Anastasia. It is easy to remember that his voice will somehow remain in his ear.

I don't even have enough to say... for many years now, but to the extent I can't mishear it, I open my eyes again to voices familiar with my ears.

"... what are you doing, you"

"It's a word over here!? Now you know I'm here and you hit me back in the sleep!?

"... it's only night, someone else will wake up..."

Turn your gaze toward the window as you stretch.

Even if we don't get that far, it's easy to tell that the living room is at night. It's dark in the room, and there's no sign of people. Waking up would be about the soldiers standing on the watchtower at bedtime.

Just the chipped, barely visible, vermilion moon outside the window and the few stars that have managed to shed light. The night sky, close to the crescent moon, is so dark that everywhere - watching it is going to suck in.

There's also the coolness of the air, so much so that you're likely to even hold the horror.

He shifts his gaze from such a night sky and turns his gaze toward Anastasia, who rolled over the bed by hitting a turnaround.

"What's going on at this hour?

If it's true, I guess it's where I get angry not to sneak into a man's room in the middle of the night here, but this isn't the first place he's been.

The Queen of the Curious Fairy doesn't understand half what it means to sneak into a man's room in the middle of the night.

"'Cause I'm here because I'm sleeping"

"... creatures go to sleep at night"

What's the reason?

When you close your eyes with a scratch, there are signs of irritation.... open your eyes once more to the signs.

"What about your sweatshirt?

"I'm having dinner."

"What about Delwin or Graania?

"I'm drinking."

"... Mr. Utano or Su?

"Yuko is tingling, and Sui is playing with Koo as usual"

What are you playing at, is it impeccable to think?

Exhaling a frightened sigh, I wonder if, well still, progress has been made or if there has been any change. That's what happened a year ago.

It's also vague as to whether they like each other, and they look close to a sense of friendship. I don't know because they're not us, but, well, I guess that sense of distance is fun.

Sister and brother. Friend. But there's no blood connection, someone else.

More importantly, the race is different. Humans and half a snake (Merijne).... well, maybe careless, but I don't really care about that. If you like each other, I think you should go out with them, and if the distance is good right now, you can enjoy friendship for a while longer. If it doesn't fit, you just need to find someone who suits you separately from each other as they are now at distance.

I thought it was a good vibe when we reunited on the Elflame continent, but maybe it's been like that all year.... He, I wish it would explode one of these days.

With his sleepy head, he rethinks his futon, thinking about Kotaro and Sui.

"Hey, you said they took the medal woman?

"... I just loaned it"

Close your eyes with your mouth full of strength.

Then, immediately, the sleeper reached out and tried to grab my consciousness and go. The sense of time is ambiguous, but being late at night is no different. During the day, he moves his body, eats well, and sets up a matrix with Mr. O'Brien and the others to attack the Castle of the Demons.

I use my body and my head. If I don't sleep when I can, my spirit will come to me.

"You miss me, don't you?

"You're clean. You don't have to say annoying novels."

"Yes, sir."

……

He just doesn't do anything to force me to wake up asleep, so he's better than you.

"Oh, I bet you are."

The consciousness I was trying to sleep awakens by having a conversation. The will is clear and we begin to determine what the living room is like.

So I finally wondered why Anastasia was in this room.

Open your eyes and take your gaze to Anastasia again. In thin darkness, the fairy queen, wrapped around a white dress, now looked down quietly at me on the pillow.

In the dark, the white of the dress glows pale to raise the outline of the limb, to the extent that the eyes appear slightly brilliant. But she feels like she's laughing with pleasure.

"Why are you here?

"I just got here. Get on the faff."

I guess my words were funny, the voice sounds more fun than it was earlier.

Anastasia, who wasn't there during the day...... Fafnir, Knights, too. That figure comes to mind.

"... are you coming"

"Lin and Yu, too."

Yuu on Lin...... Kudo and Edo Palace?

Kudo (Kudo) Phosphorous (Rin) and Yoichiro (Yuda), Eunomiya.

Both are familiar names. There are only thirteen Japanese names in this world...... the same name as me, a fellow summoned to this world. Hear the name, exhale.

And this Anastasian contractor, Scarlet Yong (Hiyu) Knitting (Yui).

"Now we're all here."

Thirteen.

To me, Yuko Utano.

Tenjo Soichi and Tenjo Yasei. Furong Ami and, Scarlet Yong Knitting, Kuki Masaki, Kudo Phosphorous.

Yutaka Fujido, Yuta Kouji, Yuichiro Jienomiya, Takashi Ito, Yutaro Inoue.

Thirteen summoned by the goddess Astraela to save this world. Twelve under the patronage of the goddess Astraela and the spiritual god Zeneria.

And - me, the god-killing god, who shakes Elmen Hilde.

"Oh, my God, you're going to be pissed tomorrow morning."

A little pain when I put my strength into my left arm, which I was careful not to lay under my body.

The pain I feel feels softer every day. I've been broken bones for two weeks. A great deal of resilience would surprise me myself.

Is that because you ate the dish of Fujido, the 'cook', or… a year ago, a sequelae of transferring the divine power of the goddess and the god killer to this flesh (vessel)?

I'm going to think about it alone and loosen my mouth.

"Getting angry?

"I lost El."

…………

In the Elflame continent, Elmenhilde and Elmenhilde are told to Anastasia.

You felt a slight difference in the words I said... that mouth you were speaking well, closed. In the dark, only the breathing noise for both of us sounds.

Everywhere, quiet.

The voices of the Delwins, who said they were drinking, can't reach this room either, blocked by stone walls.

"... Shelfa took it, didn't she? Then you can help."

"... you, you're so unfriendly and you always talked about it with your fighting hips, and you say you help properly in times like this"

"Nothing."

It sounds like infidelity, but that look... I guess it feels more like being obstinate than angry. I know how sweet he is to his people. Whether that's Knightshirt or Elle, who used to fight all the time... I'm sure it doesn't change what you say.

Help. Yes, I would say. That's what he is.

But after all, when the target is Elle... Elmen Hilde, it has become something of a stubbornness.

When that was funny and he laughed out in his voice, he was slapped in the head with his little hand. Light, but many times.

"It's not like a gentleman to make fun of a lady."

"Hate and a gentleman is not a crook."

I must be some kind of a thug. Anastasia on the pillow...... looking up at its contours.

"Hey, Anastasia"

"What?"

"............... you, you're here to stop me from going to help Ermenhilde?

"... bad?

Is the sound of clothes rubbing because Anastasia has changed direction on the bed?

Again, in thin darkness, I don't even know where she's looking if it's the front or the back that I'm looking at if I only know the contours.

But my thoughts seem to be gaining some certainty.

Humans are weak.

Magic is inferior to demons, fairies, and some subhumans who deal with witchcraft, and physical abilities are inferior to beasts.

Above all, I don't have the physical strength... to fight other races - the magic to strengthen them. And shards. Not even a drop. This body has no magic.

And the God-killing weapon that supported me like that (Ermenhilde) is not on hand now.

What would happen if I fought like that - Utano or Soichi and others would still think I would do something about it. That's what I've been standing around for. That's how I came to live. If I hadn't lived that way, I would have been too scared to move on.

- Even under any circumstances, I kept moving forward.

And it became me, and now it is.

I hate fighting. It hurts, and I'm scared.

But I can stand it. Since I have endured this for so long, it has become “normal” to endure it.

Someone said that patience is poisonous to the body, but it is true that patience allows us to endure unpleasant things. To the extent that we fight, we stop getting upset.

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna die."

"... lying"

Hit the turnaround again and point your gaze at the window towards the ceiling.

"Have I ever lied?

"You throw up all the time."

I guess so, I guess.

Think about what's been going on with a completely sleepy head.

Summoned by this world, a week later, fight Naifer, the demon god who is the lass boss. Meet Elle and defeat him.

From then on, I've been traveling. I realized that solving the problem around the continent of Imnesia was getting a little stronger. And when I thought I was a little stronger, a giant 'demon god's family' moved out like a mountain and fought Shelfa for the first time on its back.

After defeating a huge family member, he was about to be shot dead by Delwin across the Elflame continent, and he was forced to imitate the "ritual of adulthood" of the beasts, and he was admitted. Then I met Anastasia.

On your way to Arbenelm continent aboard the ship, you lost your left arm in the wake of a demonic raid on the ship. After crossing the continent, Livyartan asked me to shut up Fafnir, who was rambling around......

"Lie, did you throw up?

"I always said that." Trust me. "

"Oh......"

I used to say it was like a cliché.

I recall.

But that was a word for everyone, but the best was the word you were telling me.

If you believed me, I thought I had to live up to that trust. And while I was trusted, I could hold the sword (El), whether I was afraid, wanting to cry, hurting, or bitter.

"Believed. You... said the range would be fine."

…………

"But you mourned Elle. He disappeared before us.... hidden it."

That hand touches my hair. When I tried to pay for it, it hurt slightly.

"Now, El, I'm not here.... Ermenhilde and Range will be dead."

I'm not crying. Whimpering hasn't leaked, and it doesn't smell like tears.

But it made me sad. I'm so sorry about that... but I don't know what to say and I shut up.

"I'm not gonna die."

I put it away for a while and said so.

Strength.

Words that have no element to trust.

Death is equal for everyone.

The demon god... even the god dies.

Demons and monsters. Orc, subhuman - human.

Everyone dies.

And I'm sure the easiest thing to die of in this world is me trying to be on the battlefield, though I don't have any shards of magic.

Still...

"I'm not gonna die."

- Still, say so.

I won't die.

Because.

"Long time no see, do you want to sleep with me tonight?

"... yeah"

Hundreds of years and a living fairy queen. But this place is childish.

When I tell him to give up the toddler, he lifts the futon with his arm. In the empty space, Anastasia dived in.

Cold...... I touched the cold air in the room all the time until I woke up, so naturally so too. I wonder what's going on with your knitwear. Are you sleeping in bed or with Fafnir?

Either way, I think they'll ask about Anastasia tomorrow morning.

Well, then I'll tell you something funny and funny about tonight and make fun of Anastasia. That sounds like me.

"It's gonna be okay."

…………

"If I die, my children will be sad."

Maybe Utano too.... Will you grieve? Like I did when I lost Elle. Cry, will you?

Think so, loosen your mouth.

Loose.

I'm not dying. I don't feel that way anymore... I don't want anyone to.

Thirteen summoned from the same world. The people we traveled with. For me, people like my family. I don't want those people to feel sad.

We're not strong enough to protect everyone we wanted to protect, to save. But at least, only the most important family members don't want to protect, save, or make me cry.

For that matter - I can't die.

"Me, too"

"Hmm?"

"... me too, because I'm sad, right?

"- Oh."

"Because I cry. Louder, like a child... than anyone else, because I cry"

Right.

"Well, I can't die too much."

A crying face doesn't look good on you.

When I squealed like that, I got my cheek slapped with my little finger.