The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

There are people beside us. Is it a mistake to just want that?

A god who is not a man. There's a demon god with no enemies. The enemy of mankind.

Is it a mistake to want people?

"What's up, Solnea?

Nostalgic voice. Unchanged voice. Somewhere careless, used to hearing voices.

Range's voice reaches my ear. There was nothing until earlier, in this place wrapped in silence and painted with dust, now a lot of people and the figure of the one who took me out 'outside'.

That alone makes me feel strange. The feeling of not being able to speak, not knowing me, not knowing the dragon that did not give me a name filled with 'power', not knowing the demon god Neifer.

I'm sure the feeling Shelfa had on her chest.

Turn your gaze toward the range without even understanding whether that name is emotion in the first place.

Apparently, he's staying here for a while. He, they, were starting to clean up to make use of this castle's empty room.

"What are you doing?

When I squeal like that, Range looks ridiculous and laughs brightly. It's in my memory, the smile I was floating around when I had fun, just like that.

"I'm at the corner. We talked about staying for a couple of days... was that annoying?

"No, just because there's nothing here"

"Oh, really, there's nothing."

"Choose a few more words, big fool"

"I'm sorry - did you care?

"No."

To the words of the range, shake your neck to the side.

Nothing. That's what I know. It's just that there's nothing there, so the range is why the Francescas stay here. I don't know that, and many times I get a question mark in my heart.

Every time I ask back, Range replies, "Because there's nothing here," and laughs.

I don't think that's bad.

It's a strange thing, and that's all I can do is forget the feeling of 'loneliness' and spend some time relaxing side by side with the range like this.

Just like then.

Just like when I met Range and traveled. I walked through the city and was taught chess. Like then.

Oh.

"Speaking of which,"

"Hmm?"

"I lost my chess tool..."

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When and where. I don't even remember that. It was supposed to be something important. It was the first 'thing' the range gave me. But I lost it sometime. I was losing it.

And now you're with me. Reunited, I remember.

... It was so important.

Too much, I pinched the table and pointed to the ranges.

Exhale. Shallow, short so the range doesn't notice. but precipitation accumulated inside...... to exhale dark, viscous, disgusting emotions.

I forgot. I remember.

That's... horrible.

Gaining the power of the demon god, tied to this earth - I, Solnea, may have lost something.

I want to think so when I'm just forgetful.

But - maybe not. I'm forgetting. Forget it. That's... horrible.

"You did... I didn't realize that much because it was that way of splitting up. Sorry."

"No."

Even though I was the one who lost it, the range bowed its head.

Ahead of sight. Aya, who was cleaning a private room, is carrying out small items in the way between this wide throne and at the end of the hallway.

See that alongside the range.

"Bye. Next time I come, I'll bring it."

"... is it good?

"Whoa. Anyway, you've been here forever, haven't you? If you want something, say it now."

Light words in the range. Elmenhilde also says a novel: 'More thoughtful words'.

The relationship between the two is the same as it was a year ago. Distance.

- Still, look at the side of the range talking to Elmen Hilde. Sounds fun, talking. It is.

That sounds like more fun than when you're talking to me... that's what I thought, out of sight.

See the sky covered by hot clouds visible from empty holes in the walls. Look up.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm tired of his novels."

'Don't blame me. So, Solnea, is there anything else you want?

The range groans with sorrow about what you thought of me out of sight, and Elmen Hilde re-hearses what happened earlier.

I thought that was funny.

You don't have to worry about me. Bright, fun looking, laughing. Just looking at a range like that, even though I'm 'not lonely'.

"Especially"

"You haven't changed a year ago."

"Really?"

Me a year ago. Me before I inherited the power of Naifer. Me when I was traveling with Range.

It hasn't changed, the word.

I'm happy about that, and I turn my gaze to the range again. Look at those eyes.

Black eyes. In it, I'm the only one. In my eyes, I also looked like I was just a little bit of a broken mouth.

"The range hasn't changed either"

"Really?

"At my age, I have a childish place, and it's all over me, and I'm out of my mind..."

"You are..."

That's fine. That's all I need.

No chess, no laughter, no one... more than that.

Reach out. Next door, right next to the range cheeks, reach out.

"Mmm."

It's a little rough. My skin is rough. She has a slight mustache. Male cheeks.

Reach out, touch with your fingers, and touch slightly.

"Duh, what's up?

"Nothing"

That's all. Pull your finger. Get your hands off me.

What stays is the feeling I touched at my fingertips. The touch of the skin in the range and slight body temperature.

Listening to the lingering voice of agitation, he shifts his gaze.

At the end of his gaze, Faerona and Mululu walk over here, deciding to use the room and letting the cleaning go one step down.

Aya, Yuko, and Francesca still seemed difficult to clean.

I think as I look at it.

Yeah, there's a lot of people around the range.

And there's nobody around me.

You're so close, but you're next door, you reach out and you're within reach.

So much, we're 'different'.

I understand that. And when I dazzle... I think.

I'm sure this is my emotion. And Neifer's emotions.

- "Dazzling".

So reach out. Makes me want to touch it. I want to be by my side. Makes me want to put it aside.

"Range"

"Hmm?"

How long?

How long will I be satisfied with this' voice 'alone?

When will this' voice 'alone be unsatisfactory?

Scary.

... Scary.

I keep whining inside without moving my expression next to the range.