The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Lower your hips and squeeze the swooning sickle, and squeeze your torso with a flash of return.

But it was avoided with a single piece of paper, and it retreated greatly. When the distance was empty, the black wing on its back opened wide.

What is unleashed is a bullet in the feather. Countless feathers are released at a speed that is inconspicuous to his eyes, and he comes this way as he chooses the ground.

But slaughter, pay, and strike every one of them with a sword in your hand - all bullets over. The look on Shelfa's face, disturbed by gray hair, is dyed with joy.

"Fu ha-"

Unique laughter. A flash of divine sword (Ermenhilde), listening to a familiar, unmisheard voice. The earth that was on its extension was torn apart, and soil smoke broke out.

Show it off and then - wave your sword without filling an empty distance. As Shelfa avoided jumping sideways with the sound of tearing air, the low mountains, which were far between beats, sloped.

"Let's go."

"Come on."

Declare and take a step forward. Kick the earth at a speed that even the dragon that housed the power of the demon god could not follow with his eyes, and turn behind it. Shelfa has not been able to react. That gaze looks at the front where I was just now.

She tries to keep her neck shut, but Shelfa slams her torso forward and avoids the neck. Rather than reacting, it's just a reckoning. We've slashed each other so many times, I understand how I act at times like this. Yes, I felt it.

Cutting through a room of hair that couldn't keep up with that reaction, he turned back and kicked with the momentum that knocked his body down.

I get a kick with my left arm and take a few steps back on the bump.

As always, it's cod. Exhale, get your breath ready.

Sherfa, who kicked me in the ass, took some of her shortened hair and carried it to her mouth as she turned around.

"A woman's hair."

"You have the balls to care"

Laughs at each other, slashes from neither.

Playing with a sword like a sickle to be swung down from the bottom, Shelfa fell into a much worse shape than she expected. He exposes his defenseless torso as if he were hail, and turns his surprised gaze from his core.

Never responding to that gaze, ruthlessly scowling a torso full of gaps.

Did you fortify yourself with magic? The sword (Ermenhilde) broke its torso without breaking, and Sherfa's body jumped directly beside it.

I didn't slash it, but I did feel the feeling of crushing my bones over my sword. Maybe I even crushed my gut.

With that in mind, Shelfa quickly stood up as she held down her stomach, which had been thwarted in the distance. I spit blood out of my mouth, and those eyes still look at me with joy.

"Kufu... oh, oh - you're strong"

Wonder. No anger, no hatred.

I'm sure I don't hate this woman that much.

It's a little different than fighting again and again, like Naifer, because he just understood the inside of it a little bit or something.

And Neifer, too.

Strong, reciprocal beings. God who tried to destroy the world because he asked for it. A demon king with exactly the same emotions as such a god.

I was asked.

To God.

The goddess asked me to save the world, and Naifer asked me to be strong.

And - Shelfa may have asked for me again.

I didn't ask, and I'm not going to make sure. But - Sherfa, a demon clan who did not have the power of a demon god, but merely powerful magic, wanted a bucket of things that he couldn't fathom himself.

Demons who make fighting worth living. Demons seeking to fight the mighty.

Among other things, Shelfa was powerful and a bullshit demon clan.... how much was the loneliness?

"I don't care what you say."

Shelfa's legs are already dead. Shivering like a newborn animal, with no power in it.

However, he opens his mouth as he packs the distance while walking without alarm.

You're the one who's really strong.

My strength is Elmen Hilde, Astraela and Neifer. And because we have company.

... I'm sure if I were alone like you, I wouldn't be here. He would have died somewhere during the journey.

I know. So.

"Phew."

For such a shelfa, a flash of no help. Swing through every sickle that gets it and blow Shelfa away.

So I'll kill you as hard as I can.

At least that's for you. May you die satisfied.

- Is that okay?

In my head, someone asks.

Is that all right? Can I kill him? The battle is over. I don't need to kill you anymore. It's a waste of time. Doesn't make sense.

Someone is saying.

Stop. Don't kill me any more.

I hate fighting. I'm scared to death. And I didn't like to kill him either.

Dirt your hands with blood, slaughter your flesh, and take your life. Very disgusting, nasty act. But, but, but still... exhale, loudly and deeply.

A blown shelfa rises again. Make the Great Sickle like a cane. Disturb your breath. He bled not only from his mouth, but also from his head, and his stomach was discoloured when he broke down whether he was having internal bleeding.

It looks painful. Even Shelfa's flesh, with its cod resilience, is not recovering in time.

But still - the joy of those eyes doesn't shake, they're looking at me.

I know those eyes. I understand because I've been relative many times. Shelfa hasn't given up beating me yet. Knowing this much difference in strength has not broken its will.

I know.

I'm sure Shelfa has always been like this.

Me neither - because I didn't give up.

I don't want to die. I don't want to give up. I got up many times. And so I withdrew Shelfa and Naifer from the families of the demon gods.

So don't be alarmed.

... If I'm caught off guard, I'm the one who dies.

If you don't kill him, he'll kill you.

That's the only way we can live, we can.

"Yama, Da, Range -"

That's all I said, I threw up blood. Cough heavily and spit blood over and over again. On dry ground, bright red blood falls.

"It's over."

Swing down the upper sword (Ermenhilde) toward Shelfa like that. With the sickle overhead, Sherfa received it, but he lay down on the ground without loosening his strength.

Even the scales of the black dragon are hard to slay and tear, but you cannot slay the Great Sickle of the Demon King.

The constraint is intensified by killing God.

But - Shelfa can't fight anymore. I can't even stand up with a sickle on my cane, and he looks up at me.

Its right hand grips the Great Sickle. In the gripping hand, there is no power. But I kicked that sickle far away.

Don't be alarmed. You shouldn't.

All the best, intercept. Even if it takes a life - that's what he wants. Give me everything I can. God-killer. Lotus Yamada.

Perhaps this is the first time in my life that I've ever been asked for so much.

Or because Shelfa is a woman and I'm a man. Do you feel special?

I don't know.

Kill, get killed buddy. If you don't kill him, he'll kill you. I almost got killed over and over and over again.

Still, I've lived to this day.

Yeah - I hoped you'd kill me. You didn't kill me, so I'll kill you.

What a cause and effect.

Lift the sword in your hands toward Shelfa, who fell on your back.

"Are you afraid to die?

"Ah, ah."

Spit blood. I don't think you're going to die if you leave me alone.

If I don't stab Todome with this hand, I'm sure he won't die. I think so. I know.

Eat and tie your teeth.

Kill.

Also, take your life.

How long, it goes on.

Kill Naifer, kill the dragon that inherited Naifer's power, and now... kill Shelfa.

How long do I have to keep killing him?

"Ren, J-"

Call my name.

"Fuck...... Nj"

Eat and bind your teeth.

I don't want to kill you. But I have to kill him.

Because - that's what I want. They want it.

Shelfa's eyes are complaining. My mouth tells me I'm afraid to die, but my gentle eyes, not joy, want me.

Calling his name over and over again to engrave that voice into me, not my unsolicited assumption.

It's like a curse.

I'm sure that's why Shelfa's calling me.

"Renji"

"Oh."

"Still, Renji"

"Shelfa"

I won't tell you how much fun it was, and I don't think the world is going to perish tomorrow.

But.

I'm sure.

A year later, ten years later - if I recall, as bad as it wasn't, I might think.

Such beings. Such beings.

This, I'm sure, is how it ends.

"Yakuzoku"

"Yeah."

"Shit, dude, dude... Nah, dude"

"That's okay."

Pierce that chest.

I have no hesitation. But tearing meat, the feeling of piercing, I still don't like it.

Opo, and. I threw up blood. Your mouth is wet with red blood. I didn't think it was dirty.

"I live with Elmenhilde."

The mouth is broken.

And my lips move.

- Do you choose that woman over Non?

Words that were not voices.

But I did hear that voice. It reached my ear.

Nod. Hold on, look back at those eyes. Put a smile on your face.

"Oh."

Shelfa laughed, too.

So did Elle. How can you laugh at death? I guess I'll die laughing, saying I'm afraid to die.

With that in mind, I laugh.

Elle did. I said I want you to laugh. The last thing you see is that you should smile.

So laugh.

Shelfa, the last thing you'll see is a smile.

Magic into the Divine Sword (Ermenhilde). Everything that's left. All the best. May this light reach - distant, fighting allies, waiting friends, and... dead comrades.

"Goodbye - Shelfa"

The emerald light rises to heaven, centered on the protruding sword. Through the blue sky, far ahead of the sky. Everywhere, far away.

Until the 'afterlife', which could possibly exist.

To arrive.

Was this a good idea?

Could there have been more other ways?

The way we live with each other. The way you can go.

I thought you could look for something like that.

In the sky I looked up, there is no more glow of emerald.

- With that in mind, pull out the sword.

"Hmm... you were rarely silent"

"Even I read the air."

"... you cared, Sole"

Laugh brightly and wave your right hand. There are no ornaments, and the sword (Ermenhilde), which seeks only to slash, becomes the magical light of emerald and spreads mist.

From the other side, Soichi and the others come running. Waving his hand, he held Soichi to jump with a full grin.

"Yes!?

"Oh, sorry."

I laughed as Soichi lit up when I said that I was already a normal person. Forget it, I've been holding you with all my might. I thought my back would break.

And look around.

"There's nothing left."

"I blew it up, Mr. Yamada."

"... you're overstretched"

Like a shudder, but Masaki says with pleasure.

Laughing at the words and responding, I sigh from both of them.

A little late from those two, Francesca and the others walked in.

"You're safe, all three of you."

"Oh, my God."

"... the attack from the range was the most dangerous"

"That's why I told you, it's too tense."

"Sorry."

Apologize properly, everyone laughs - and the two of you haven't heard a voice. Turning to you, Francesca, who is solidifying, and Solnea, who, as usual, doesn't have many waves of emotion.

It's usual for Solnea to shut up, but it's weird for Francesca to shut up. I look down at that face.

"What's up?

"Huh!? Ah, Dear Range, Name"

Name?

"Francesca"

"Ugh."

When I call my name, I dye my cheeks to the vermilion in embarrassment.

The reaction is a little funny.

You saved my life.

"Ah."

When I fell off the black dragon, he softened the ground and took it.

I think I remember that.

"You can't handle half a serving anymore. Or should I treat you like a child?

"Yes, no eh!! Fine. Name, as it is now."

"Oh -?"

Then he grabbed his left hand with a strong force.

When I turned my face, some smiling Masaki was there.

"Me, I'm still putting it on?

"A child, no matter how long it takes - it hurts, it hurts"

When I tell a joke, they grab my arm strong enough to leave the pain to the core of my bone.

If Soichi hadn't helped me in a while, they might have crushed my arm.

Exhale and shake your freed arms again and again.

"Well."

Make sure there was no such disturbance and face Solnea.

It was a little more messy than the last time I saw him, dirty, but his eyes... felt like the most emotional thing I'd ever seen.

"It's goodbye."

"Yes."

Francesca and Mululu laid down their faces sadly. Faerona also calms her emotions with a rare and loud exhalation.

I just don't know what to do now.

Lead Solnea to the throne of God.

I also thought I should take him out to the throne where Naifer was sitting, but he's just a little too flashy to even have a castle left.

"Range"

"Yeah?"

They call me by name.

When I replied, Solnea - smiled.

"Now I can see what he thinks of Neifer and what he couldn't name."

The thin finger is attached to the chest.

I guess that black dragon didn't even give you a name. Turn your gaze towards the carcass.

"I'm sure, one day, I'll..."

"It's okay."

I won't let you say that word until the end.

I'm not leaving you alone.

Neifer and Shelfa, they did.

I was alone, so I asked for an enemy. I sought the strong. And - Astraela may have figured it out and summoned us from another world...

After all, I didn't make sure.

But I think so.

And what Solnea wants to say.

"Call me when you get lonely. I'll show you my face."

Laugh, stretch.

In your hand, a piece of emerald scales. Could you put this back in the medal if you ask Astraela?

... Let's hear it when we get home.

"Then, shall we go home? The excursion is until you get home safely."

"I'm not in elementary school..."

Masaki-chan tapped my right hand lightly in a shudder.

Francesca and the others walk towards Fafnir, lying down. It's bad for him, but let's just beat him up and go back.

And I'll take a step toward Fafnir, too.

"Range"

I can call it off. I can't stop my legs.

"What can I do to call you?

"I don't know. Think for yourself."

I don't look back. I wave over my back, I walk away.

I won't say goodbye. Me, Solnea, everybody.

"You are cruel."

"Have you noticed by now?

Laugh and look back.

I thought I'd smile and split up.

But there was no Solnea there anymore.

I don't know where he went.

But.

'Are you glad we broke up like that?

"That's okay."

I was laughing.

Me, everyone, Solnea.

That's fine.

Come on, let's go home.

I have a lot to say, a lot to tell. To everyone, and to Ermenhilde.

Walk out and look back again.

This is not where Solnea was.

Black dragon corpse. And where Shelfa was.

…………

I don't know what to say and I end up walking out again without saying anything.

The sky looking up is blue.

Clear weather with no clouds.

No more rain.

... on the chest, hands on.

I'm sure there's no more fighting the Apostles of the Devil's Family, the Goddess (Astraela), or the Spirit God (Zeneria).

There is no way to help Elle.

So.

"Goodbye."

With all my thoughts, I shrugged like that.

I'm sure this word is correct.

- Exhale, exhale loudly.

Strange, not so sad.

Just.

When I thought I'd never see you again, I just felt a little lonely.

I want to go home. Delwins to Utano, Ami, and Knightchan. Anastasian hustle and bustle. I miss it even though it hasn't been a day since we broke up.

I want to hear everyone's voice. I thought so.