The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

"Kuah."

When I stretched out, Francesca, sitting across the table, laughed elegantly as she hid her mouth with Couscous and her right hand.

He lives as an adventurer, but that kind of ladylike place seems the same.

A room in an inn. Room for multiple people with four beds. Because it's cheaper to rent one big room than to rent more than one, and not only Francesca and Mululu, but Faerona are in the same room.

"Big Mouth"

I sat down on one of the four beds and squealed when Mululu, who was rocking both legs, saw me stretched out.

When I turn my gaze, I take a serious look in my face at what's funny.

"Anything interesting?

"Face of the Range"

"... don't say people's faces are funny or anything"

Rude.

Yes, when I returned it to Mululu, a neutral voice sounded in my head that could be taken as both a man and a woman. It's Elmenhilde.

"It's too distracting...... not dressed well, such as a stretch in public"

"... when you were dressed badly"

Old clichés - I wouldn't blame you for having something more to indulge in than being called 'unheroic' or 'lamentable'.

A small sigh shook my legs wide as if Mululu, who was looking at me like that, had seen something funny again.

On the bed, the same silver tail as the hair color is shaking heavily. The sound of tapping on the patties and the sheets of the bed echoes inside the room.

"Murr. Stop with the dust."

"I'm sorry."

Fairona pointed me out and only for a little while the tail movement stopped.

But he moves out again soon and slaps out the sheets of the bed.

"Did something good happen?

"Hmm?"

"Tail. 'Cause I'm shaking all day"

"... sukebe"

Why?

Tired and dropping his shoulder, Ermenhilde said, 'Hentai me'. Three people, except me, shook their shoulders and laughed at the words.

"The range has changed a lot."

"Really?

Reply to Fairona's words, who laughed a little and calmed down, in a relaxed tone.

I don't think I've changed myself.

Instead, it makes me think I'm more 'true' right now.

Take it easy, take it easy.

Spend your days lazy - the way you live in the original world.

A way of life as an ordinary person, not a hero.

I need a hero now. It's the world, so I'm out of my mind, spending every day with a daze - and everyone else.

Lost your goal, is that one cause?

Save the world. Kill God.

None of that is necessary anymore. All you have to do is live the rest of your life on your own.

with Elmen Hilde.

... This is one of those steps. The first step.

Let's go on a journey.

I thought so.

No destination.

I haven't thought about it.

Explore the world, discover lots of new scenery, see beautiful scenery, show your face to your people... think about that.

"Well, that's it. Dreams, find something like that."

"Hmm."

"Now, the fate of the world, the slaughter of God, Elle - I want to go around the world with him once and for all."

Place Ermenhilde vertically on the table and roll.

A protest sounded in his head, laughing bitterly and placing the medal on his palm, he played it with his thumb. Quiet indoors, kings, and dry sounds.

"It doesn't matter if you're a savior or a hero. I thought I'd live for a while."

"So you're so out of your mind?

"... are you missing enough to say?

"Let's see. A year ago, you were a little more savvy to others."

At the same time that Faerona's words were over, Mululu kicked his foot lightly.

"Range has been dull since before"

"Perhaps."

"Until Francesca..."

Truth is, I wonder what everyone thought of me.

I was going to be quite sensitive to people's signs and mechanics.

"I thought during the day, but you're slowed down a lot"

"Slowly... well, yeah"

Look out the window.

Already the night book descends, and the time period when the light of the magic light illuminates the darkness.

In the end, Francesca and the others did not travel to the city, and spent half a day in one of the inns.

I don't know about that with a woman of my age, but you mean someone with a good heart. I thought it would be rude to feel comfortable, and you said you did what you did before...

Well, Francesca and Mululu didn't particularly care, so I'll keep it good.

... I don't want you to tell yourself it's sweet.

"When we used to travel together, I felt a little more... somewhere, stuck"

"You got a range?

"Yes. Pretend I lost my mind, but that I was well cared for around me..."

"It's too much to buy. I'm just an old man everywhere."

Deposit your weight on the back of the chair.

That kind of buyout was quite a load. So I always lived a crappy life.

... but when Francesca told me that, I was also somewhat happy. Cohon, and cough.

"This is who I really am - I told you so many times, didn't I? He said he was afraid to fight or hurt."

Laughing at his heels, Francesca also laughed out in her voice.

He said it many times. He said he was afraid to fight, to hurt, to die.

That's the truth.

"I know."

Mululu agrees.

Elmenhilde, who preached before if I were to speak of such weakness, hasn't said anything.

"Range is weak"

"... you don't have to say that much"

When I replied with a loud voice, Mululu laughed with pleasure.

Would he have been such a joy and sorrow guy on his face before? I think so, but I shake my head to the side.

You're starting to laugh a lot.

"Really?"

"Oops. After all, if a child has a smiling face -"

Faster than I said to the end, I was thrown a pillow that was on my bed.

Take it with your right hand and throw it back.

"It's gonna be dust."

"Silly."

Oh, I see.

After all, do you still hate being treated like a child?

When that's funny and laughs, I can throw pillows at him again. Take that again and put it on the table this time.

"Everybody grow up."

"What do you suddenly smell like an old man..."

"... that's it. You can say it yourself, but don't get pretty scratched when people call you an old man."

"You have a troublesome personality, as always"

Don't say it the same way. Roll the medal in your hand on the table and give it to Francesca.

The protest sounded in my head, pretending I didn't hear it.

"Already. If you treat Mululu too much like a child, you feel sorry for him, don't you?

Francesca, who took Elmen Hilde with both hands looking important, said in a bright voice.

It's not an angry breeze, it's a voice that I can feel like I'm enjoying one way or another.

"Excuse me. Excuse me. It's been a long time since I've seen you, and I really want to."

"What personality - but it's a bad range habit to treat kids more than you need to"

"... children..."

That big moving tail stops perfectly. It drips powerless from the edge of the bed, a little cute.

A little reflection on whether it was too much. Well, just a little, yeah.

Just as it is my nature to be sloppy, so it is my nature to like to be sloppy.

"It's a joke, never mind"

To put it mildly, throw the pillow that was on the table over to Mululu.

"Wahoo."

But you were more depressed than I thought. When a pillow hit my head instead of taking it, I fell straight into bed.

It won't hurt because it's a pillow, but I'm a little surprised that the pillow hit a sharp mulu.

"Are you all right?

"... how far are you kidding?

With him down, Mululu said.

When I turn my gaze to Francesca and Faerona, we're both laughing with no voice but fun.

The atmosphere was a little weak now, even though it was so tight during the day. Is this, too, specific to adolescence - or is a girl named Muru more forgiving to me than I think?

"About half."

"... I'm not sure"

"Mululu is no longer a child."

Corollo and a medal (Ermenhilde) roll back over the table.

There is no voice for protest.

Neither did Ermenhilde think he would be rolled out of Francesca. Is it because I'm shocked that I can't speak up?

"Better than Aya?

"Yeah?"

"Because Range always treated Aya like a child"

"Don't worry about weird things, you."

Well, but.

"You can't use it on the escape route anymore."

"Not an answer."

I haven't answered, so I can't help it.

Ami - What will be the relationship with that child, too?

When I graduate from college, I'm another member of society. A social girl - there's no way you can treat a woman like a child.

Mr. Utano. Ami.

Think of the two faces and put a cheek wand on the table.

"Ami's going to be in the magic city since we met."

"... heck"

"You're telling me you know what words mean?

Totally.

I laugh bitterly at Muru still falling into bed.

"You've lost your temper too."

…………

"It's like a previous range...?

He moved his body cleverly while falling into bed and Mululu slapped Fayrona.

He was painless, so Fayrona, who was slapped, seemed surprised too, but he doesn't raise his voice for pain.

"Mmm."

I get depressed and my cuckoo voice leaks.

The tail - again, it was moving hard. Maybe I was glad they made fun of me.

After a while, its tail movement becomes weaker as well.

And the sound of regular exhalation, heard by the depressed Mululu.

"What, you haven't slept?

"You must have been nervous"

Mululu doesn't react anymore.

As you can tell from the audible exhale, I think I fell asleep.

Show yourself sleeping so defenselessly - it's also rare for Mululu to show you the moment to sleep.

That's all you're allowing us to do. The trust makes me happy and warm in the back of my chest.

Then I'll go back to the castle.

Scratching his head, he takes his seat.

Finally, I gently stroked her sleeping Mululu's hair. A big ear reminiscent of a wolf moved pimply, and a face that was depressed turned to the side.

The sleeping faces I saw were indefensible, unusual - after all, childlike.

"Can I stay here? It's better that way, and Mululu will be happy."

"It's a charming invitation, but I have to go back."

"Let's tell Yuko word for word."

"Stop."

When I replied without getting my hair in, Francesca laughed.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Trying to leave the room as it is, stopping. Again, I turned my gaze inside the room.

"Also. Regards, Francesca, Faerona"

"Yes."

"Oh."

Good for that one word.

A little, maybe the relationship has changed.

Mululu's reaction and distance from Francesca and Faerona.

But - still, I'm still happy to be reunited with my people.

I don't think I could afford to feel that a year ago.

At least...... I didn't feel happy enough to loosen my mouth enough to know for myself as I left the inn and walked down the castle town at night.

You look happy.

"Oh."

More than anything.

So honest, I don't think I could snort.