The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

It has also been a long time since this lively dining room, far from quiet…

The castle town of Wangdu. The first floor of the inn there.

Francesca and the others left their luggage in the room before rendezvous, and are now in the process of getting a slightly late lunch.

I see a lot of free man adventurers drinking from daytime around me and a well-feathered aristocratic style man and woman.

"-Mullu. You, you can use a knife and a fork?

…………

"- Oops."

I get kicked and groaned as much as I want under the table. Francesca, sitting next to me, put her hand on my shoulder like that worried me.

"As usual, I'm sorry for all the stupid things you've said, Mululu."

"Range says weird things all the time."

……

Sometimes I used to grab my hand and eat food, but I haven't seen him in a long time and he uses knives and forks cleverly. Well, it's hard not to be surprised.

Swallow those words and say to Francesca, "Why not?" and so on.

"When we were working together in a magic city, you asked me to tell you..."

"Fran, no, I have to tell you"

"Really? Master Range, you don't understand until you say this, do you?

"... I feel somewhat ridiculed there"

"It's my fault."

Fayrona shrugged terminally....... a little cold.

The fayrona, this one eats brilliantly with a knife and fork. Compared to this way, Mululu still looked a little less dull.

"What kind of change of heart is that?

"Occasionally"

"Right. Well, if you're working on the Imnesia continent, you should wear the same kind of manners."

Great, he said.

When I reach out and stroke her to comb that soft hair, a slightly rugged look breaks and turns into a relaxed look that looks like a mululu to me.

Things like this haven't changed at all for a long time.

"Not really, don't treat me like a child"

"Well, excuse me."

Laugh, I can get my hands off you.

Still, he's about the same age as Ami and Soichi when he was just summoned to this world. Like a sister or a daughter? That's how I think.

That's it. He's got a cute attitude, he feels adorable, that's all.

"Not at all. The range is not treated like a lady. That's why we can't get married. '

"Who's the lady, who's the one. After that, marriage doesn't matter..."

Or that again.

When I squealed like I was tired, Francesca and Mululu looked at me with the kind of eyes that even weird things looked at me.

"... what?

"Master Range, are you getting married?

Oh, there you go.

"I don't yet"

Immediately, for some reason, Faerona sighed.

Turning his gaze, he resumes his meal pretending not to notice what he would have noticed.

"That's it...... like this, yeah. Elmen Hilde recently got married and said something weird."

"What's weird? I'm worried about the future of the range. '

"This is how I came up with something like a country mother."

"Like your father."

…………

Did you enjoy what Mululu told you about the boulder? Ermenhilde shuts up.

I guess I was shocked to be told it was the same because I know him as well as Graania's parent silly.

"Father, shut up about choosing the right person"

"Really?

"I was at my parents' house and they used to say if I was playing with friends"

"Heh."

To Mululu's words, he hammers Francesca as if he said it was a surprise.

If it's Graanian personality, that's how I'd say it. Anyway, I lay down my name because I'm a lollicon, so much so that Mululu wouldn't reveal his identity either.

Besides, there's still a verse that thinks of me as Loricon. Even I have big breasts and I prefer a beautiful sister.

Well, nothing. Smaller breasts, younger, nothing.

In the end, I think 'who I like' is the standard for what I like. So... well, the next time I see him, I'm going to punch Graania in the face. Maybe I can avoid it.

"To Mululu, marriage is still a long way off."

"... why?

"Because you haven't... how old are you this year?

I'm not hiding at the table, look at Mululu's upper body. Girl with soft meat and girly flesh this past year. My chest is a little too, but it's swollen, and now that I'm removing my coat (cloak), my stripped white shoulder looks so colorful.

And well, I've become a girl...... so not so much that I find it sexually appealing.

After all, as far as I'm concerned, that's what it feels like to be a sister or a daughter rather than a girl.

... Thinking about it, he kicked me in the foot under the table again.

"Ooh..."

"I don't know, like this. I wanted to kick it."

"Mm, Mulu."

I mock with my hands where Francesca got kicked under the table as she hears her mule appealing voice.

"That kind of story comes after you get as big as Francesca..."

At the same time as the words, Francesca hid what she thought by scratching her big grown breasts with both hands. The cheeks are reddish enough not to be misread.

'Range. What are you talking about from day to day?

"Idiot. No... Marriage means you just have to think about it when you're about twenty years old"

"Oh, yeah?

What the hell did I mistake it for?

I don't remember staring at Francesca so much in the chest... well, it was a year ago, but it's gotten even bigger since then.

I may have unconsciously turned my gaze on you, too. - Can't you help it? I'm a man, too.

But... that's it. Big.

The opposite is underscored by what I hid with my arm. The chest, which exalts the blouse greatly, seems very soft, restrained by thin arms, reshaped and a little sticky.

...... hmm.

"Um, when you see too much..."

"Oh, sorry."

Gently apologize and get out of sight. At times like this, it's more embarrassing to be weird.

In the first place, Francesca was on a journey, and I didn't think she was aware of anything else as a woman...

So I'm not very excited about this kind of sexual harassment thing. I drink the water that was poured into my cup, thinking of something very rude from a woman.

"Hentai"

"No."

I'll report to Yuko later.

"Please don't."

Instead of being buried, if you do poorly, they'll make you a deceased. He's twice as sensitive when it comes to breasts.

In the sense that it's hopeless to be bigger from now on.

"Really, it's the same as a year ago."

"... have you said something so stupid for a long time?

Here's the thing. I thought we were serious adventurers in front of the Faeronas.

Faerona says so, finishing the meal, placing the knife and fork on the plate and politely wiping her mouth with a napkin. That kind of trick will even be like that - or some women were looking at me in the dining room.

This way, or I'll have a finished Fayrona. As always, it is a sinful elf.

"You were always trying to make the place brighter than stupid."

"I guess so."

You don't remember. When I clasp my shoulders, Francesca and Mululu as well as Faerona laugh softly and loosely at my mouth.

After all, there was still hardness somewhere when we met again earlier.

It seems that the time of year creates a wall, no matter how much you know who you are.

So I tried to say something stupid, but apparently it worked quite well.

"Range says weird things all the time... confusing"

"I'll throw you away, you son of a bitch"

Well, that kind of interaction is the usual.

I put my gold medal on the table and when I rolled over and played, they were pissed off, 'Stop it'. I won't stop you if you get angry.

"How about the magic city? It's time for Soichi and the others to graduate."

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's no different. Occasionally, they called me on a college practice exam, but Aya and Sowich were fine."

"Right."

Practical exam...... I miss it.

"Speaking of which. Francesca and I met for the first time on that practical exam."

"- Right. Did you remember that?

"Well, it's the first time I've ever been cried out for helping me get rid of demons, even though I don't have a track record of adventurers."

"Oh, well, I don't remember much there... fine"

Surrounded by goblins, half-baked but still survived.

That's the meeting between me and Francesca.

What a nostalgia - back then, I never thought that girl would act as an adventurer, etc. I was only wondering if I would graduate from the school of mages and succeed the scholarizer.

Laughing mean, Francesca remembered and embarrassed herself, turning red to her ears and leaning down.

"Not if you're too frustrated with Fran"

"I'm not being harsh. I just remembered the old days."

Laugh, tilt the wooden cup. Drink up the water in the contents and place it on the table.

"Even Mululu. Can you remember the first time we met?

"............ right?

"You look sleepy, hungry, and all of a sudden you say, 'Take me to the king's capital' - it hurts"

Now he's kicked in the leg with strength, and he speaks to his voice.

"That's a bad range right now"

"No, my thoughts on the first time I saw you..."

He's about to get kicked again and rushes off Mululu's kick under the table.

"Huh. I thought you'd learned some table manners, and now you've got a bad footie."

"Because the range is rude."

Well, yes. Here, what is it? That's funny when you tease me, Coz.

When you react like this, it would be my bad habit to want to make fun of you at all times.

"... you're no different."

"Oh. I couldn't find out in the woods - it's busy, every day."

Faerona responds to my words.

Happily, in a quiet voice. Even in the hustle and bustle of the inn, his voice reached his ear without being scratched off with wonder.

Spirit sorcery, or - did the Spirit take care of the word?

"So the request was to escort the range to the magic city, was it?

"Oh. I'm not gonna make it to graduation, but I want to see your face."

That's why Fayrona and the others came to the king's capital - to escort me to the magic city.

It's also a pity story that a hero who saved the world asks for an escort, but I can't help it. Besides, a thoughtful - because a year ago, if you were one of those people who traveled with you to Arbenelm continent, you thought it would be fun on the road.

If you're just going to the magic city, all you have to do is ask Utano to do a quick trip.

Then there was no emotion or flair.

"I can't believe it, can you start tomorrow? Or do you want to take a look around the king's capital for a little while?

'Either way. Not in a hurry - if that's the case, you can lend a range to Francesca and Mululu one day tomorrow'

"... am I a thing"

Drop your shoulders powerless to the words.

Well, not even my in-laws I can tell you. He's kidding me about throwing it away sometimes.

"Yeah, yeah. So..."

To the words of Ermenhilde, Francesca...