The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Zun, and. The earth trembles.

The cold wind stroked his cheeks and the sun covered him with thick clouds dimmed. Hide yourself in the shadow of the rock as you tremble your body, and put your gaze ahead.

There's a giant there, arguably the culprit who rocked the ground earlier - that leg alone is bigger than mine. Rather than that, I'm only about the size of that knee.

That giant. A bucket of stuff with the makeup you deserve when it comes to giants.

If you look up at your head, you have a single horn on your forehead and a monocular eye where there are human eyes. The first giant, Cyclops.

Here. Not so rare in the Arbenelm continent, a demon that falls into a rather powerful category among the species we call giants.

That's me and Francesca hiding at my feet, walking away.

Every time we go one step further, there will be a shake as if there were a mild earthquake, a weapon in the hands of the cyclops… too messy for a weapon, this stick that just pulled a giant tree out of its roots scrapes the earth and raises the earthsmoke.

Thanks to that, he hides me and Miss Francesca just by hiding by the rocks, but I want smoke at the same time.

There are no lakes on this continent that can be bathed in water, and can only be washed to such an extent as to wipe the body with the true water produced by Ami and Utano's magic during the camp. I somehow, emotionally disliked getting dirty with earthen smoke.

Well, it's better than getting killed.

"Did you go..."

"You went..."

When I squirm with my hands paying the dirt and dust that hung on my hair and clothes, Francesca, who was hiding behind me, squirms the same way.

'If you didn't like being so dirty, you should have stopped at once'

"I'm gonna pay you back."

At the same time, a neutral voice sounds, which can be taken both as a man and a woman in the head.

Elmen Hilde. He's my partner and a god-killing weapon. The gold medal in the main body's pocket said so in a disgruntled voice.

I'm what the world calls me by what a noisy and disproportionate title of 'God Killing', but in fact I can only fight God for real, and Ermenhilde can only give his full strength to God's opponent.

Well, what you're trying to say is, if you deal with a bucket like that looking up, it's called 'God Killing' and I'm gonna be pegged in the first blow.

What a pity, but I'm better at dealing with God than demons... maybe. I don't really want to admit it though.

"Oh. Yeah, I wish Francesca had dealt with him"

"Give me a break. They'll pay you back..."

Francesca dropped her shoulder, saying the same thing as I did, soiling it off.

I laugh small at the way it is, and I pay you with my hands for the dirt that was on the seemingly soft God in honey color.

She used to be ashamed to do that, and she's settled down a lot in the past year, and that's not how it works. Should I consider myself brazen as an adventurer or laugh bitterly that I'm not worth the tease?

A companion who traveled with us to Arbenelm to meet Solnea. Everyone else prepares meals in the camp, me and Francesca, Faerona and Mululu split up to collect dead branches for incineration.

What a massive journey, but also a lively and enjoyable journey.

When I said I could do a lot of souvenir stories to Solnea, I remember everyone else laughing.

"Still, you have more demons than before"

"There was snow in the winter when I came here, and even demons wouldn't come out caged in caves."

"Hibernate."

"Yes, yes. You've gotten a little smarter too."

"Huh. I study every day."

Elmen Hilde snorts with joy somewhere. I don't have a nose.

He's cute in these places. However, it is flawed in the balls that in the morning they force me to wake up early, force me to be heroic, and preach not to live a sloppy life. That's not as bad as it used to be, and I think I've grown up a little again on this journey.

With that in mind, I ride myself out of the shadows of the rocks. Look around and make sure there are no demons. I walk out, holding the dead branches I was collecting aside.

I guess it's a bad policy for me to have dead branches in both hands, which is all I can do but wave a sword, but I also felt like letting Francesca, a woman, carry baggage.

Sometimes Francesca is better at being an adventurer than I already am at 20% of the bottom and 80% of the rest of the time. The arm of a sword still won't beat me, but I can't use magic. I lack the ability to apply it.

If the demon attacks you, Francesca creates a pit for you to drop the demon and escape with the dead branches you collect. That was today's achievement.

Laugh if you feel sorry for me. When I become the demon of this continent, it is beyond my control.

"If this is the case, I should have brought Fafnir."

"You're pissed. Awesome."

"Because I'm free anyway, or because the range is"

I didn't mean to.

Because he is. On Elflame continent, he said he was just taking a nap with his sweatshirt. Is that all right, king of dragons?

Even when Solnea asked me to carry her to the castle of the demon god where she is, I didn't like to leave her knitwear.

Knitting told me that she would be happy to use Fafnir... and that the peace-soaked dragon would rest in the middle of the flower garden. You look happy and above all.

Thanks to this, it is now via a fortress protected by Takashi Ito and human soldiers, one of the thirteen summoned from the same different worlds, through a bad transfer formation to the Arbenelm continent.

About a week's walk to the castle of the demon gods. Far, far too far.

I've been traveling for months now just to see Solnea. Fafnir, or just going to see someone you want to meet in another world that doesn't have the means to travel like a plane or a car, is hard work.

"Mr. Solnea, you must be waiting."

"You must be bored. There's nothing here."

As far as I can see, the wilderness is not even green. The sky is covered by thick clouds of gray and instead of the brilliance of the sun you can't even see the blue sky, from afar it sounds as low and heavy as a faraway thunder. It's the sound of a volcano eruption.

If it rains, it rains with a mixture of volcanic ash, and if a large reservoir of water can be found on the ground, it precipitates and becomes a marsh.

Such a world.

A continent like an entirely different world, unlike Imnesia and Elflame.

From now on, I think it would be better not to invite Francesca and the others. Whatever, it's harsh. Not only will you be attacked by demons and demons, but you will need months to walk to the castle of the demons.

Human time is finite. I've decided to show Elmenhilde all sorts of worlds, anyway, a journey that means nothing to the Francescas, who have a life in this world. The reward is that I think I'll get some later. 'Cause I don't know if it's worth this time.

"Looking forward to it"

"... do you? Isn't it hard?

Because I was thinking about it, I turned those words to Francesca's bright voice.

Francesca tilted her neck with a kyotoned look, wondering if I had said such a thing. Bright colored hair shakes as she moves.

"It's hard, but it's fun. Range - your journey with everyone."

To her words I reworded along the way, exhale. That alone made me happy.

"Ha."

"You've had more sighs lately. Dear Hermen Hilde,"

"The range is dull..."

"Who's blunt. He said he was more sensitive than you."

That, I sigh again when I argue against whining that everyone would agree with me.

'Here's what you are... that one. You want to do something or something? You want to be with someone. "

"That again. I still don't think about that right now. I feel like traveling a lot more."

With you. That is, I wouldn't say even if my mouth were torn by a boulder.

Promise to Elle. Join her, look around at a peaceful world. That won't come true, but I'm just as keen to show Ermenhilde this world.

And solnea a souvenir story that I traveled with Elmen Hilde.

A continent with nothing like this. A world of nothing.

Don't let her get a little bored being alone there. Even if I'm gone, for a long day - make the world a place where I can love people.

So is Elmen Hilde.

Humans are finite.

One day I'll die. That's not the exception to me for killing God.

Die, disappear. I'll be gone. I lose it.

Still, for a year, a month, or a day, so that I can have a longer day that I think is fun. Now, that's all I can think of.

Travel and show a lot of stuff.

Travel and tell the souvenir story.

Not yet, that's all. But so that we can leave more 'nanicas' behind. I want to travel. Until death, all the time.

"I killed God. Then we have to do something for God."

"Hehe."

Francesca laughs out loud when she hears my words. Sounds fun, with a bright voice.

Ermenhilde, he shut up. Maybe it's lit. He is easy to understand.

"I think it's a nice thing. Hey, Master Elmenhilde?

"Hmm. - Hmm."

After all, Ermenhilde says nothing. That's funny, Francesca and I laugh.

Rather than being obstinate, the atmosphere is shy. In my head, over and over again, I hear a voice called 'Hum'.

"… so we don't have time for the range"

Ermenhilde finally uttered his word when he could see where he had decided to camp in the distance.

Looks like we're starting a fire to prepare dinner, and the smoke is rising. The demons don't come by, I guess, because they use magic like an exorcism junction, an exorcism. Mr. Utano is a good magician.

"That's okay. If I can travel with you. That's the most fun now"

Well, he's already thirty years old. It's not Elmen Hilde, but someday the time will come to calm your hips.

Still - I want to take care of my connection to Solnea.

I brought you, daughter of the demon god. Naifer's vessel - the next generation of demon gods.

So that she can like humans. As you like it. I'll keep walking on this continent until I'm sure I'm dead.

Never again. May you not have to slay God. Born just to fight, that's what I wanted, my dreams and wishes couldn't be fulfilled, so I don't have to use her powers.

- So that El can stay asleep all the time.

"I'll give it to you then."

"Hmm?"

"If you're alone in the range, it's dangerous."

"... that would help."

Should I rejoice in that Francesca word, or should I be saddened with pity?

When I first met her, I didn't know anything. The lady was starting to say something about protecting me naturally....... kinda lonely.

"Pity......"

Francesca laughs again as she drops her shoulders to Ermenhilde's words.

Bright voice.

That alone will save you. A long and hard journey can also make you feel bright.

... is there anyone beside Solnea who can laugh at me?

Oh, I thought so.