The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Cold.

stone walls and iron cages blocking entry and exit. This room, which has not been used for a long time, grows moss and smells like mold.

Both arms are bound together by iron shackles at the wrist, the same iron shackles at the wrist of the left foot. Ahead, a chunk of iron sits which, by my power, is also difficult to lift.

The dim space just takes away the temperature and even sitting still is painful. But you don't even have the strength to move, just point your blurry gaze at the tip of the iron cage, the tip of the dark.

I can't see anything, it's not black darkness. Thin blurred and dark with pale stone walls that would be close to pure white.

Beyond such darkness, pair.

I have something looking at this one. Eyes in the dark, motionless, blinking, just staring. Golden, huge eyes.

"Who are you?

A plundering voice leaked out of my mouth.

My mouth was thirsty and my throat was dry because no one was coming into this darkness, and inevitably I could not even give water.

Simply uttering words cracks dry lips due to lack of moisture and spreads the taste of blood in your mouth.

Thus moistens the mouth with seeping own blood and swallows it. It drains your health even if you are not particularly aware of normal behavior.

But still... I can't stop asking this question.

"Why do you need me?

Ask.

I know I don't have an answer. But ask.

Captured by a dungeon, in front of him is a pair of eyes that keep staring at themselves in the dark. Even though it is a situation I would feel if I were normal, but fear and fright in my chest... I never get any emotions.

…………

Eyes answer nothing.

But my words have arrived. - Yes, I feel it.

That time. I found it on the Elflame continent, the same crystal I slept with.

I felt it when I was inside me...... nanica other than me but in tune with me. I can feel it from my eyes staring out of the dark.

So...

"Why are you keeping me alive?

Ask.

Keep asking.

This is me. It's my half.

Range said I was the vessel of the demon god, but so was this one.

Two vessels. The soul, one.

Me...... Solnea and the unnamed magic. And the magical power (soul) of the demon god Naifer.

Most of my soul has giant eyes in front of me, and that seems so insignificant to me.

So all you have to do is eat me, chew me, swallow me, change me to flesh, take me in.

That's supposed to happen...... the eyes in front of me do nothing but look at me over an iron cage. I'm just staring.

You want to live, too.

As it is, die.

To kill God, he kills me.

There is no way that an incomplete God could have fought a god-killing that even a complete God could not have won. That is why I am restrained on this occasion, I am not given a meal, I am weakened day by day, and I just have to be able to succeed with a lump of magic.

Even so, I don't want to eat me, a piece of magic.

Only two people in this world. As the vessel of the demon god, is it homosexual? Pity. Just an interest?

The demon king, who at first looked at us from afar, is no longer there. Don't stop by. For him, I am nothing but a vessel (meat) with the magic of a demon god, and being in the dark is nothing but a weapon.

Weapons.

Just as Ermenhilde is for Range.

For the Demon King, the weapon of divine killing is the violence that exists in the dark.

emerald light and dim darkness.

It's like, opposite poles.

So I admired the range. The demon god (Naifer) also wanted to know how he lived.

If I were in the form of a demon god's wish, I'm sure it would also be God's sincerity.

And so is the presence in front of you.

Fighting the Range. The eternal struggle.

We finally met, the will to live, the pure intention to kill, the lump. Whatever the patronage of the goddess Astraela, a man who challenged God with himself, who was with God, loved by God, and loved God.

The wish. Its shape.

Oh, and.

I finally came to that thought and understood why the presence in front of me wouldn't eat me.

Which is right.

No.

Which is a stronger wish.

Did you want to live together or do you want to keep fighting forever?

That's what I want to know.

Dead (and yet), the demon god Neifer wants to settle with the Yamada Range. What form will that end take......

So I heard something approaching my ear.

The stone aisle echoes the sound, even though it has always been so quiet that it reacts hypersensitively to the sound.

For a while, only footsteps echo in the dark.

Someone, I don't know.

I just felt like the footsteps I was echoing were getting a little louder.

"... Again, or"

The voice, man.

Still young, man voice.

It sounded familiar. A man who left a woman named Shelfa, who defeated the Range, to take the throne of the Demon King.

"Why don't you eat? If you don't eat, you can't go to God."

No, it's not.

I am not interested in the seat of God.

I'm interested in - which is a stronger thought. Settlement or symbiosis? Make sure of that.

I get it.

Little by little, understandably.

I'm sure.

Me or being in the dark, even if the man who is the demon king doesn't lay his hands on it. Either, disappear. Let's disappear, be one, and be gods.

Trying to open my mouth... I don't even have that strength or energy anymore.

Just turn your gaze to those who speak. I don't see that in the dark. But the Demon King seems to see this one. atmosphere and felt so.

"Why is Naifer so vulnerable, such as the appearance of a person..."

No, it's not.

People are not strong. But not even weak.

People can be strong.

I proved it.

No magic whatsoever. I have no knowledge, no experience. Still, there's a man who lived hard, scratched his feet, and scratched God.

That's why I was born. In the form of people.

It could be a puppet walking over a defined destiny without a manipulative thread. Still, I am the form of the Wish of the Demon God (Naifer).

"... no..."

My throat hurts.

My lips hurt.

The taste of blood spreads in my mouth.

Still, speak up.

"One doesn't feel right."

"Hmm."

Cancer,. A tall sound.

Perhaps the Demon King hit the Iron Cage. Or maybe he kicked it.

Either way, the sound echoes through the darkness and hurts my ears.

"No flesh, no magic. Is everything inferior to the strong?"

Is that word directed at me?

... feels different.

Then to whom?

Are you staring at me in the dark? Or yourself.

I couldn't afford to think about it, and the footsteps sounded in the dark again. Now, a slower walk than when the Demon King was walking. Footsteps, too, are not high.

"Hmm - this looks awful again."

"Solnea, are you all right!?

The voice of a young woman, who would be the lord of footsteps, making her feel somewhere old.

And the other is a familiar neutral voice that can be taken by both men and women, echoing in the head, not in the ear.

…………

I tried to say that name, and there were no words.

'Hey, get Solnea out of here! As it were -'

"I don't mind dying. Kill them anyway."

"Right. It doesn't matter if you're a woman."

A woman responds to the words of the Demon King.

Creepy, creepy voices would be laughs leaked by women.

"But Solnea is the same vessel of Naifer as its dragon - of your God..."

"I would have said it many times, god of god killing. The gods of Non are symbols of power. Weak, not people, etc."

"... is that all right, Shelfa"

"Fine. Wow, Demon King Beld. Demon King Who Wants to Kill God"

"Oh, that's fine. That's right. There must be no such thing as Neifer imitating a person's form."

Apparently, that's why I'm in custody.

Because you look like a person.

That's all.

... well. I don't think anything in particular, I listen to the three arguing voices. I remember him sighing like the range was tired all the time.

I try to imitate it, but I don't have the strength to exhale.

"Kufu - but Elmen Hilde. Can you afford to worry about someone else?

'... what?

"There's nothing you can do without the Yamada Range. You mean defenseless."

In the dark, Nanica moved.

Nanica just stared at me.

It makes a noise and wakes itself up, and huge golden eyes turn away.

Those eyes, they're not looking at me anymore.

New prey. Directed to bait.

"Here."

Light voice.

Set aside for a moment.

"Hey."

I can no longer hear Ermenhilde.

"What..."

Overflow the plundered voices, desperately.

"I just fed him. If it's true, you want to eat it too, but apparently our God doesn't have a taste for his kind."

Heels, bright, a woman laughs like an innocent child.

"I can't, so what?

"Our God does not eat his kind, but his kind does."

That's the answer.

Turn your eyes beyond the darkness.

My golden eyes were still staring at me. From a higher position than earlier, as you look down.

"Heh, heh - heh!!

As soon as possible, it was the voice of the Demon King that sounded.

A tall laugh.

"Eat, eat! Man, earth, God. Eat everything!

I'm laughing.

"... so, okay?

I didn't point it at anyone, I open my mouth.

God who wishes to settle with man.

Woman wishing to settle with Range.

Demon King wishing to kill God.

Now that the weapon of divine killing has been lost, Range becomes just a human being.

- In the dark. The laughter is echoing.

Defeated by ears accustomed to silence, a high voice. Listening to that laugh...... from the fatigue accumulated in the hoard, I lost my mind.