The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

- It's morning.

I hear voices. The voice that calls me... the voice that wakes me up.

I open my eyes thinly as I hear in my head a neutral voice that I am used to hearing, that can be taken by both men and women.

What you see in your eyes is a beautiful white sheet. When you rub your cheeks against the sole that shows on one side of your vision, it feels comfortable.

Apparently, he's asleep in a depression, and his body feels strange.

When I move to make sure of that feeling, my voice echoes in my head again.

"Range. Wake up, it's morning."

"Mmm..."

For those who have that voice - in fact, the voice is ringing in my head, so my ears aren't helping, but still, when I go to sleep, I move my hands to find the partner I always keep on my pillow.

Somehow, moving your neck is also a hundred million hijacks... trying to remember why you are so tired, and speaking of which, I recall drinking with Utano and O'Brien and the others overnight last night.

Well, that's it. Hangover.

It's not as bad as a headache, but my body is heavy. And then the voice of Ermenhilde flies May.

If you're about to get something in your mouth, look for your partner, thinking that they're going to call you names out loud, and you hold it in your hand.

And as it was, I closed my eyes again.

"Whoa."

... I didn't have to say strange things, but they shouted at me.

"Ugh..."

To that voice, he raises a small groan by suppressing the comet with the opposite hand of gripping Ermenhilde.

"Hmm. It's time for everyone else to wake up and work, right?

"Nevertheless, Elmenhilde.... Wouldn't you mind waking me up a little more gently?

'I wonder what you're going to say. Wouldn't that be sweet?' Cause I've been waking you up so many times. '

If you ask me, apparently during the time the yang started going up - well, he's been trying to wake me up for about an hour now.

Call me louder, or maybe that's why I can reach the next room, so I thought I could ask Utano for help, but don't tell me that.

Well, I'm sure it's sweet.

"Well, thank you. Thank you, Hermen Hilde."

"Oh. Not at all - the range won't be in trouble after hours"

"Heck, I'm sorry. It always helps, buddy."

'I'm not telling you not to drink, but I'm so glad you stopped drinking enough to wake up in the morning'

"I'll be careful next time."

'... but yes. The face of the Buddha is three times too. "

You know it, and you sigh down.

By the way, on the contrary, this question is repeated three times, enough that counting with your fingers on both hands is not enough... well, keep quiet because you don't have a hobby of putting a snake on it.

"Utano and the others, are you at work already?

Wash your face. We're going to work.

"Enthusiastic."

When I get out of bed, my body is really weak.

I don't even remember drinking that much, but I have a slight memory... I was wondering if you and Utano did anything strange last night.

Well, if you can't remember it on the boulder, you haven't done it, so maybe you did something stupid in the booze seat.

With that in mind, he takes off his bedding and wears the clothes he had prepared for his room. Wash your face, prepare yourself and turn your shoulders gently to finally untie your elaborate body with a neat head.

Speaking of which, was it time for Francesca and the others to come to the king's capital?

'That's right. Even so, you had a drink last night until you got drunk...'

"I'm sorry."

Apologize, with that said, I try to remember how I got back to my room last night... but I can't remember.

"Speaking of which, how did I get back to my room?

Ask Elmen Hilde as she sits in bed and wears her boots. My last memory is that I'm feeling good drunk in Mr. Utano's room.

... while I smell like an old man.

Often until today, I don't even think Mr. Utano has given me his love.

Yuko brought me here.

"Right."

"I was drunk and my foot didn't seem to feel like a bundle, so I pushed it down into bed."

…………

"Uhm. I was amazing. If I could have used magic, enough to keep that moment as a video. '

Ermen Hilde talks funny, but apparently I pushed Utano down to bed, even though I don't remember him last night.

Hmm.

"Yuko had a toothache when she was then pressed against the pillow to hide her sight"

"You've been talking like an old man for a long time."

"It looks like a range."

"... don't tell anyone else. I'll be killed."

It's too much to say that he'll be killed by a boulder, but maybe he'll do enough to be buried in a hole from Ami.

Ermenhilde.

My alien powers, summoned by this other world and given to me by my goddess Astraela. Dude, a talking weapon.

Now it's a gold medal that's rolling on the pillow, but when things happen, there's a will in the sole to manifest the weapon, and this is how we can have a conversation.

It's just that this past year - you know, a year after our breakup with Solnea and our separation from Shelfa, we've been able to take a lot of strength, or shatter it?

I was starting to say things like old people in weird places.

People around me, Utano, Nine Seasons, and O'Brien say that they look like me.

Originally a female body...... how about an old man's personality when he says it's the manifestation of a goddess. Perhaps the biggest problem is that he doesn't really care.

"Roughly, Range"

"... what the hell"

"It's bad you're still single"

"... does it matter?

'Naturally. A hero who saved the world. God killed God, and God killed the dragon that housed God's power. They say there are a lot of people around, including noble women, Yuko, and many others... why are you still single?

To the words, stop the hand that was tying the boot string and exhale.

Several more words.

I used to say I was a hero, and now I don't know why I'm single - well, that's it. They say, "Why don't we get married?"

"That's it, Mr. Elmenhilde"

"Umm."

He replies to my mess by snorting heavily. I don't have a neck. The atmosphere brings up the sight of Ermenhilde nodding with his arms in his head.

For some reason, that Elmen Hilde looked like an old man like me.

... my own imagination, but I can cry. I wonder how this happened. I wonder where I grew up wrong.

If this were to happen, I would have liked to have been more heroic - I would have liked to have cared about a life where Elmen Hilde could have grown more like Elmen Hilde.

"... in our world, marriage is the cemetery of life."

'You said Yuko, too. Range will definitely run away with that word,' he said.

It was prefetched.

A little, I'm about to cry. Unfortunately, I don't know how much that means, but I deflect my gaze from the medal on the bed (Ermenhilde).

'This is what he said. I don't feel confident in myself.

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No, you're right.

Utano and Ermen Hilde... where I'm not, what are we talking about?

"Even last night. Didn't you do anything to the pressed down Yuko? When he left, Yuko said," Fuck off. "

"I was drunk. I was asleep."

I don't think it's a heck of a place to say no.

"By and large, are you good?

"Hmm - I'm Elmen Hilde. Not El. Isn't that what you said, Range?

Damn. I don't know why I'm so happy to say that, Koz.

Take the medal of the pillow and stroke its edge (two) with your fingers.

'Besides... I can be beside you much, much more than Yuko or Aya. If you want more than that, you'll be punished.'

"... do you?

"Huh. We'll always be, won't we? Range...... I'll be by your side until you die. That's enough for me."

Loosen your mouth to the word and wrap your hands around Ermenhilde.

'And after Range dies - I'll live with your children. All the time - I'm gonna live with you, with your family, all the time. "

That's the happiness Ermenhilde found.

It's not the same form of happiness Elle found and couldn't achieve, but it's definite happiness.

So glad, and embarrassed by the words of Koitsu, who speaks it without embarrassment... lean down and put his hands on his forehead, wrapped around Ermenhilde.

It doesn't change, but still, at least a little, so that Elmenhilde's voice can be heard clearly.

"For generations, for generations - the children of the range, their children married, with their children - one day, after so much time that the 'God Killer's Weapon' was no longer necessary that the ranges and I could forget - then"

So, Ermenhilde hangs up the words.

I don't even know what's ahead. Maybe I haven't even heard of Utano or Ami or the Francescas I'm about to meet. Ermenhilde's "True Dream".

"The God Killer's Weapon" is forgotten...... and what does Ermenhilde want?

But.

Yeah.

"Right."

Glad.

Ermenhilde dreamed. I was able to find out what I wanted to do, more importantly... a way of life that wasn't a weapon.

You don't even tell me what that is.

'I told you so many times, didn't I? For my happiness, Range, you must be happy too. "

And as always, say it in a confident voice. Respond with a sigh to its powerful voice

"So, you get married early, have kids"

"That's all."

- For my happiness.

I want you to be happy, too.

Lightly...... tells me.

"It's hard, Hermenhilde."

"That's always all there is, the range."

Place the medal (Ermenhilde) aside and restart the boot tie.

Marriage.

Well, that's it. Yeah.

I've already crossed thirty paths, so, well, I have to think about it.

At the same time, I wonder if I'm okay with it.

Utano is beautiful and can do anything, Ami is young. There are plenty of other people who favor me, not just because I'm one of the heroes.

But I'm just a man who can kill God.

Without a God who does harm to people and the world, he's no different than just a human being.

When I blame you, I'm not sure about myself.

That was that year - more than that time - when Elle disappeared from before everyone hiding her death.

"While I'm at it, I think it's a nasty personality, really."

"Heh-heh. That's why."

Finish tying the strings and stand up.

As usual, he weaved his coat (cape), hung his sword on his hips, and set up his work schedule.

"That's the character, so I... we like you."

"I think it's too much trouble for me."

'I'm not sure about myself, I think about annoying things. Doesn't that mean that Range takes precedence over what's around him?

Well, I don't know.

Leaving the room with a shoulder to shoulder. The position of the sun is high - breakfast is at a time when it goes with lunch.

I'm not thinking about it that hard.

"Then you're unconsciously trying to prioritize the happiness of others over yourself,"

"It's too much lifting. If you praise a troublesome person like me more than you need, you'll have a corrupt personality."

"It's okay - I believe in the range"

Scratch your nose with your right hand fitted with leather gloves as you walk down the stone corridor.

That's what I get, the wrong people bowing their heads.

'Come on, Range. Today is the day you make me happy.'

"I feel fast, you"

Still... sometime, me and you. I think so. I think so.

Someday.

"Sa, work, work. I haven't seen Francesca and the others in a year, so don't talk weird, okay?

"I know, buddy."

"... I don't trust you because I say so softly... please, buddy"

And leave the castle.

Let's make a journey.

Let's get to work.

To see a lot of scenery.

To find a lot of happiness.

One day we'll come. Goodbye. An inevitable goodbye.

At that time - just like then, like when I dreamed, laughed, so that I could break up.

I don't have much time left to rot and pull away.

Happy... someday in the future. Goodbye. At that time.

I decided to live in a way that seemed happy from the bottom of my heart.