The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Look around.

in a room full of dust. Cracked stone floor. Broken furniture.

Peek through crushed walls, gray skies.

A castle that was worn out.

No, it doesn't change that I'm worn out. However, after only a few days of cleaning, the room was somewhat cleaned.

Looking over that room, at the end, look at the range standing next to me.

He was somewhere proud, nodding with his arms together.

"Yeah. This 'll give you plenty of life."

"Yes."

My room. No, I don't need a room.

I, like Astraela and Zeneria, gained the power of God, would normally spend time in another space.

I can't exert all my strength in this world, and just manifesting my flesh in this way consumes my magic.

That's the same with Ermenhilde, the weapon of God's killing.

She also finds herself in a world called the Medal of Range, and needs magic to manifest herself in this world.

Just Elmen Hilde now. She hasn't crusaded the family of the demon god Neifer, she hasn't been given extra magic by Astraela, she just can't secure the magic to manifest her flesh.

... but I don't teach it.

Neither Astraela nor Zeneria have taught, but those two pillars simply hope to realize the autonomy of the range, this man himself.

Naifer's memory tells.

Those two pillars - no, my predecessor, the demon god Neifer, too, the Range realizes for himself, that he spreads the sight and hearing and grows at the end of his journey. At your own volition, gain knowledge.

He wants it.

But I'm not. My reason is for shallower, more crap.

I don't want to tell you. That's just why. I can't even say why, maybe I'm impatient.

"But, Range"

"Yeah?"

"I don't have to have a room in this world to prepare my own world, just like Astraela and Zeneria."

That's what God is. I can create the world the way I want.

Arrange as many objects as you like where there is nothing. And keep looking at the world. This continent, this earth. Nothing, a desolate wilderness.

That's all I can see. That's all, demon god entertainment.

Astraela does what people do. Zeneria has a leaky day and a fine night's sleep.

And Elmen Hilde has the same world as what Range has seen.

God sees this world from different worlds, different space-times.

"Really?

To my words like that, Range raised a surprising voice.

Aya, who was cleaning another room, peeks through the entrance to the room and realizes she's looking at me.

"What's wrong, Aya?

"Oh, no, eh!? Hey, I don't know what you're talking about, or something, I think."

I seem to have wondered what Range and I are talking about. As soon as I find out, I'll go back to cleaning another room. I wonder if maybe there was something I needed to do, and I hear a voice in my head that I'm used to hearing. Elmen Hilde - my natural enemy, the weapon of God's killing. And a weapon in the range. Range's, buddy.

"Uhm. Isn't it always called when talking to Astraela or Zeneria?"

"... Speaking of which, you did"

I forgot because I haven't seen him in a while, Range mutters.

Somewhere, I felt like a goddess with a voice similar to Elmenhilde, a goddess who should be equal to people, was complaining about the range.

Maybe, inside me, something similar.

I want to see you. Come see me. Is there another God who wants it?

"But I'm glad. … I'm glad, I think"

Slightly, my chest hits. The high-pitched noise I don't know the name must be 'glad'.

While understanding the name of this emotion, the cleaned room...... table in bed, tance in chair. On the side table beside the bed, nothing is placed.

Interior of the room in memory.

The first city I stopped in after traveling with the range. Port town - the town where Francesca's parents live.

That city inn. I felt it resembled that interior.

The view I was seeing through the window was blue. Blue in the sky, blue in the sea. The flowers that were decorated were red or yellow. Beautiful flowers with a bright, refreshing scent.

But the sky peeking through the windows of this room is ash. It precipitates in darkness and the room is not decorated with any flowers.

Similar, but lonely.

But I'm glad.

"I'm glad you seemed happy...... true"

"The usual range is missing."

"... what do you mean"

'I think it's a virtue to want to do something for Solnea and to get my hands on it from what I can. But I don't know if I can get a room for a god with his own world.'

"You can't help it!? Naifer lived in this castle, so I thought it was like home."

Loud. But I'm not angry, it sounds like fun somewhere.

Turn your thoughts to the person he turns to as you watch Range smile next door. Teasing voices. Bright voices. Sounds like a fun voice. Even though she is a familiar Elmenhilde voice, her voice changes to various colors each time.

Neither is this one, not angry. Voices that sound frightened, but contain many delightful colors.

If you were to rate me as' happy 'earlier, Elmen Hilde would be' fun 'now.

Listening to that bright voice, pull the hem of the range clothes with your fingers.

"Hmm?"

"How can the range, be good to me?

Listen.

Doesn't make sense. Even if I ask, my ever. And a question that I don't think will have any impact on in the future.

To my words like that, Range opened his eyes just a little surprised and immediately smiled.

"We traveled together. I brought you this far - and I left you here, and I went back."

"Yes."

"... well, that's an excuse for pre-construction"

Somewhere shy Range says, scratching his cheeks with his fingers.

"It's not just the mission of the demon god. I want you to know everything. I can't travel with you anymore, but this is how we clean and talk together. I want to spend a lot of time with you and tell you a lot of things."

Range I say with a shy laugh. But that look, my eyes, somehow - didn't seem to be pointed at me.

I don't know why.

It didn't seem like a bright, fun smile.

She looked lonely and looked like a sad smile.

So I can put my strength into the hand holding the sleeve of the range clothes. To me, pull the arm of the range.

He's just a human being, though he's a working out range, and he hasn't manifested hermenhilde as a weapon. Because of its lack of magic, its arm strength is so weak that it is inferior to that of Francesca.

Easily disfigured, pointing that face somewhat downwards as I stepped on it.

Close.

Black eyes in the range. I'm in it. Close enough to see even a slight change in the expression, there are the eyes of the range. Those eyes, wanting to look that far behind, stare.

Exhale touched my cheek. Rock your forehead, slightly tickled.

Is my exhalation also touching the range? Oh, that's what I thought.

"Look at me"

I hope you don't look lonely or anything. I want you to laugh brightly.

Just a few months. It was a short time, but we traveled.

Bright smile in the range. Laughter.

I remember. Still, I remember.

So - more, I want you to laugh. I want you to smile. Bright, fun, somewhere out of my mind...... with a sloppy smile.

More importantly, the range was looking at me then. Steady, straight. He was looking at me and talking. He was looking at me.

Not a demon god, as one being called Solnea.

"When you talk to me, don't think of anyone else, look at me and talk to me"

"Ooh, ooh..."

Get your hands off me. Let go of my face.

Turn your gaze - towards the door.

"What's wrong, Francesca"

"Oh hi, huh?!

I'm not used to hearing it, I heard a weird voice. But the voice belongs to Francesca.

She was peeking inside the room, trying to hide her body in the shadow of the door just like Aya had earlier. Its cheeks are red. The expression is not the usual soft and warm smile, but is stained with surprise.

"Oh, sorry to bother you."

"Oh, no, because it's not!? What the fuck...... hey, what the fuck!?

The range reaches for Francesca, who disappeared.

"Uhm. Hmmm...... ugh. You're mistaken. Absolutely '

"What a funny thing to say."

"It's funny."

Ermenhilde laughs. I'm not upset like a range.

Understand. Oh, she accepts to be Range's partner.

Same god. Because of his divinity, I think the emotional movements of Ermenhilde are easier to understand than those of Range and everyone else.

"You know, Solnea"

"Yes."

Range opened her mouth as she wrote her hair sorry.

"I'm sorry. To you...... I was layering my old El. He was born as a weapon, trying to live as a weapon. Without being able to identify my dreams, without being able to fulfill my wishes... because I'm dead."

So, and for a beat.

"I want you to live not only as a demon, but as a single woman named Solnea."

"Really?"

That's hard.

Very, very, very difficult. Because I am one will, Solnea, and at the same time I am a demon god.

God is the one who creates the world. Who prepares the world.

Hopefully, no matter how difficult things that are, they come true irrelevant.

- My wish, no matter how distorted it was in the district, will come true. As Naifer wished and fulfilled her own death.

And I remember. Before that, Range said to me, "Do you have a dream?"

That I said, "Nothing in particular." And... what was the end of that answer?

Does Range remember that? Thinking about it, just a little bit, my heart played.

"Okay."

"... hmm?

"I find my dreams"

If that makes Range laugh. Um, if it turns a bright smile on me.

Find your dreams.

That's what it is, even though he doesn't understand or understand the meaning of the word 'dream'. I say so just because I want Range to laugh.

Before reason or thought, my mouth moves. Words come out. I get out.

"So, Range"

"What?

"If I find myself dreaming. Can you help me make it happen?

"Oh. Of course."

A voice echoes in my head.

It's a creepy, creepy voice.

"Idiot...... also give me a cheap contract"