The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Patsy and a burning fire in front of you. A dead branch in it plays and makes a small noise.

Burning smell on the nose. Smoke going up into the night sky. Sleeping breath of a fellow that sounds slight. Leftover incense from dinner.

Later, the sound of the wind heard in the distance.

That's all, quiet time. If you look up at the sky, there's no star. Night sky. There's not even a moon light, it's dark. Only the extent to which the incendiary lights arrive is visible in sight.

Very dark, very cold. Such a night.

"As always, you don't sleep?

Utano, who should have slept wrapped around the blanket, opened his mouth so with a small voice, taking care not to wake everyone else.

Hair wrapped up undisturbed. Removed glasses. To warm your body, your cheeks lit up because of a little booze you drank before you went to bed.

Looking back at the gaze pointing upwards, he looked a little moist. Perhaps he made an aberration.

Add dead branches to the burning fire with feelings of no color or anything.

"It only helps when you're sleeping."

"I'm still telling you... that's not happening, is it?

Couscous and Utano laughed.

I was being humbled, the old words I said. Maybe it was funny that I remembered that.

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Make sure you drag the blanket instead of the sleeping bag, and Mr. Utano comes by. Close enough for my shoulders to touch. Put your head on your shoulders and lean over your skin.

"So cold"

"By night. Arbenelm continent."

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But I don't think it's cold. The wind blowing is cold, but the lights of the bonfire and the rest of my people. More importantly, I became accustomed to a slight temperature change because of my familiarity with the journey.

Utano-san came to me just a little bit more than Killer just to split the temperature on me like that.

Well, I don't think it's cold, but I think it's warm. During the day, I remembered the words said to Ermenhilde. Blunt, he said.

That's not true.

... I don't think I'm so blunt that I don't realize people's favors. Instead of not noticing, you're pretending not to notice.

I'm saying it myself, so in the end, it's self-satisfaction, or it's just my decision.

"Thinking?"

"Because during the day, Ermenhilde told me to be blunt or something"

"Pfft... what is it"

Utano, who held her as she hugged her left arm, shook her shoulder and laughed.

The vibration is transmitted to the arm, moving with a feminine softness and a soft scent.

"Already."

He raised his dissatisfied voice and his power caged in the arms he hugged.

... thats it. Normally, I can't get the medal (Ermenhilde) out of my pocket that I use to excuse my escape.

And then I was concerned about the silence.

Ermenhilde doesn't sleep. That's one of the reasons I fall asleep. He didn't want to sleep alone. But only now, my partner, who usually doesn't read the air, reads the air and shuts up. Or that one. This is more of a debauchery or something in our world than an air reader. You'll find out.

Utano should have noticed, too, but he won't say anything.

Elle and Elmenhilde are different.... arrogance, or if you speak of solitary thoughts, because you don't feel burdened... no, let's not think about it. Rude.

"Think hard, think too much. Yamada, that's your bad habit."

"Really?

"Yes. I wish it was easier, easier"

I wonder.

As far as I'm concerned, I was going to take this lightly.

Mr. Utano sighed at my reaction and moved his neck. I look around, I look around at my sleeping companions, and I find strength caged in my arms.

"It's cold."

"Really?"

"... already"

'Cause it's on the way. Outside.

And well, thinking about the lack of colour, poke the burning cusp accumulated at the bottom of the burning fire with a dead branch in the hand that is not embraced.

"If you're an imo, don't want to bake it"

"Right."

Keep it up, silent. Not to say anything, but to stand still for a while, we both see it in the burning light.

"I never thought I'd be able to travel again."

"Yeah. I've always thought it was canned in a castle"

Clothes rubbing sound. The feeling of moving around. On her head deposited on her shoulders, she weighs in. I'll keep my weight.

Light.

Light, soft, warm. Women's warmth. The warmth that has been unbridled for the past few years. That made me feel comfortable - and I left my weight with her, too.

Close your eyes for just a few moments, making sure you don't lose your face in the hair that is right there. When you breathe in a cup of breast, it smells as sweet as flowers. Maybe something like perfume.

I wonder if he wears that stuff before he goes to bed, and I think maybe he used that kind of magic beforehand. Anyway, this man is a 'wise man'. Genius that can use any 'magic' or 'magic' you can know. Ami, who has comparable magic to God, is fortunate enough to use 'magic' that no one in this world can use.

Comparable to those two, mage.

No wonder I can use magic like I can't imagine.

"I also wanted to travel"

"Really?"

After all, I already thought the journey would be about punishment or something.

Walking is hard, and sometimes you can't even take a bath in the water for days. Because I think women don't like that, and fatigue will make their skin rough.

Utano thought... somehow he was going to care to say that. No, that's what I said on my old journey. I remember.

"... Yamada and I wanted to make another trip"

With that in mind, Utano restated. Apparently, that's what happened.

I also remember what Elmenhilde told me during the day. Blunt, he said. Oh, sure, I was blunt on that one right now.

"I'm sure you'll go anywhere if you talk your eyes out. Along with Elmen Hilde, all the way, all the way ahead. Both of us."

"... Mm."

Called by name, Ermenhilde reacts. I knew it was debauchery, Koz.

Back to back with my thoughts, I can stroke a pocket with a medal in it. It's not me. It's Utano's hand.

"I envy you. Something we've always been together."

"But I can't hold the range like a yuko. I'm more jealous of Yuko.

"Hehe."

"Ha"

We're good friends, you guys.

Utano talks to Hermenhilde, not me, even though he's holding me. But I'm happy with that conversation between her and Elmen Hilde, and I loosen my mouth.

Such a journey.

A year when he disappeared. A year since I saved the world again.

Like filling that time, touch each other.

That only warms my chest. It makes me feel lighter.

Also add dead branches to the incineration.

"If you don't go to sleep, it's gonna be hard tomorrow morning, okay?

"Yeah."

That said, Mr. Utano... closed his eyes with my arms in his arms.

I guess it's wild to say it sounds hard to sleep or something. Keep your mouth shut and have her do what she wants.

Soon you will be able to hear your sleep.

The sound of bugs, the sound of wind, the sound of fire exploding. The rest of my people's sleep.

And you can hear it from right up close, Mr. Utano's sleep.

"Umm."

Finally, Ermenhilde gave a satisfactory voice.