The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

As always, gray skies. I groan so much to no one as I look up at the thick cloud-covered sky.

The wind blows. It's a dry breeze - shaking my hair and coat, a little chilly.

The castle inhabited by Solnea was not so much because it prevented the wind, albeit stone, but it is still cold outside the Arbenelm continent. It wasn't as snowy as it sounded, but I felt like it was going to cool off the core of my body if I stayed out long, even if I was dressed as a coat on thick clothes.

"I don't know, it got a little busy."

I still have no reply to that word. Naturally. There's no one around me. Even Elmen Hilde, I've left it with Mr. Utano.

Nothing in the wilderness.

It's just that the place where I stand... the earth is just a little ragged.

A year ago. Where you slashed Shelfa. Where you killed him.

Shelfa and the black dragon who was not given his name, where he said goodbye. Finally, where we fought as' god killers'.

Demons and demons never build graves, and the place is wild. I feel the dust builds up stirred up by the blowing wind and my stiffness is ringing smaller than it was a year ago.

"Were you in that conversation if you were alive, too?

I can't imagine, laughing out loud.

You were better suited to sex by banging a blade and a blade than laughing at each other and having a conversation. I wanted that. If I were alive, I'd be glad to slash you on me.

I think about it, and I laugh.

Not a year later, I haven't faded my memory with Shelfa, his emotions, his personality, anything he said that way.

When it was funny and laughed, again, a strong wind blew.

To the cold of too much wind, try to hold your body and hold your arms with both hands.

"It's going to snow soon."

If that happens, I won't know more about this place. I won't know where Shelfa and that black dragon died.

I also think that's how I'm going to forget about it one by one, thinking I'm a little sad about it.

Just.

"Next time I come, I'll bring flowers."

It won't suit you, though. I shrug in my heart and pull the Spirit Silver Sword out of the sheath that was hanging on my hips.

"Don't tell Elmen Hilde?

Raise the sword to the ground.

Instead of the grave. I don't know if I can say it's a good enemy, but it's quite thoughtful... it's where the killers die. I missed nothing.

No body, no soul. But at least there was always a demon king named 'Shelfa'. I think it will stay in some way.

"You're so fucking expensive, that sword. Damn."

Even though it's only effective as a Spirit Silver Sword, the more the elf lettering is engraved on the body and the finer design of the dwarf, the more you can buy one large mansion with that one.

If you were to leave something like that instead of a grave, what would they say from Ermenhilde?

Besides, the sword was given straight from the king of Imnesia. If it's true, it's expensive enough to hold it till you die and if you die, you have to go downstairs too.

Well, Kotaro had broken that Spirit Silver Sword from Shelfa in battle a year ago.

Let's just say that.

"Oh, but. Beautiful, and you're about to be stolen by some weird demon..."

or so, pulling out the sword you stabbed once is also poorly dressed. No one is watching.

Trouble for a moment... okay, I'll think.

Whatever, it's the Demon King's grave. Instead of physical abilities, magic and demons, the Demon King overtakes even Zoichi Tenjo, the 'brave' apostle of the goddess.

He wouldn't show up like that, like he works to steal from that grave.

More than anything.

"... curse him when the kind of guy who works stealing comes"

That's how much you'd do if you were dead.

Somehow I think so and laugh that I'm actually going to do it.

"A little, I know how you feel. And Solnea."

There is nothing on this continent. No entertainment, no energy to make something happen.

So maybe you're trying to figure out what it means to live 'out there'. Just like Neifer was, just like you were.

And one day, Solnea will be, again, maybe.

That's... I miss you, and I'm sad.

He's coming to show his face inside me alive, but what happens to him when I die? And that can be said of Ermenhilde.

"If you were alive, would you have been a good talker?

I thought so for a moment, but without it, I shook my head to the side.

With you, it's going to be belligerent to Solnea.

I grumble and turn my back that I really want you to give me a break. A simple grave. A tomb without a body, not even decorated with flowers.

"I'll be back."

A year later or ten years later? More ahead or shorter? I don't know... I'll be back.

At least as much as I do, I pity your death.

You wouldn't want that, though.

Still - I guess I'm a little sad.

Because it was the first time I had been asked to be so vivid, clear and clear. Even if it was to kill each other... now I know that it's not a bad idea to be asked from the bottom of your heart.

"... No, you're not"

Sad, not.

Maybe I miss you. I'll never hear that voice again. You can exchange blades or hear the sound of a sword trident.

You can feel pain in your hands, in your chest, in your body.

More importantly, there's no one left to ask for me and come straight at me.... That's just a little, lonely.