The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

It's cold. she said.

Warm wind in strong sunshine.

It's cool when it comes to midsummer, and the sun is strong when it comes to spring.

A sweat floating on his forehead propagates his cheeks and falls, wiping them with the sleeves of his clothes because the feeling is disgusting. There is no shade around me, and the sun shines brightly when I look up.

"While."

In the distance, I can hear the ocean chirping.

The voice of the seabirds, the twitching of the trees shaken by the wind blowing from the sea.

On a high cliff. They say it's a scenic place, but there's no sign of anyone.

It's around - the grave. This is a cemetery and only a few people are close to this place.

No. A few people come a day, but just not at noon - people come, it's decided, in the evening. At dusk. It's time for work.

So finish cleaning the cemetery in the daytime and clean the grave with water that gets dirty in the sea breeze.

Tomb guard.

That's what I do.

Because people don't want to do it, or something like that.

A lot of people are dead, so he wants to clean that grave. That's what I thought, so I got this job.

And... because someone I liked is from this city and sleeps in this graveyard.

It's not like there's regret or confession there.

Everyone told me it was too much of a concern or too much of a thought, and I had a time when the crisis was over. Still, I don't think this job is bad right now.

"Mmm..."

I don't have it anymore. My left arm hurts a little.

Is it not the pain, but the strong sea breeze?

Keep your voice down and exhale. Take a short break with the bamboo cane in your right hand like a cane.

... what would everyone be up to by now?

From what I've heard, Mr. Yamada has embarked on another journey. Kotaro told me the other day that he had stopped by the commercial city of Merdiole for metastatic magic.

The purpose seems to be the new demon of the Arbenelm continent.

After that, Ami and the others went on a journey, and Yuko stayed in the castle.

Sounds as fun as ever, or busy? You don't seem bored around that guy, I think.

Well, aside from whether that's 'fun' for Ami or Yoko.

Remembering what Mr. Kotaro said, he resumed cleaning.

From the position of the sun, it was determined that it was almost noon.

Thinking about what to do for lunch, Gu, my stomach rattled.

There's nobody around, but it's a little embarrassing. Scratch up the gray hair close to the stretched white and interrupt the cleaning again.

It's not that you can't stay focused, it's always at this pace.

Relax and spend the day cleaning the graveyard. And if the city people die from demons attacking them, they dig a new grave.

I dig graves occasionally, but that's the only time I'm busy.

I relax every day.

And then.

"Mr. Yuichirou"

At noon, someone will visit this cemetery. No, someone who visits me.

Mr. Serra.

Mr. Serrawi Guernia. First lover...... Mr. Serres' sister.

Purple hair close to black, only as tall as my chest. A stand-up girlfriend named White Apron on top of a warm colored piece walks toward this side as she rocks her skirt.

There's a shadow of Mr. Ceres somewhere on his expression, but a quiet, sober woman. I wonder if I would be angry if I told Mr. Ceres about that, and Serra walks up to me with a lunchbox knitted in hemp on her hand.

I gently clean the rock at just the right height, which is my usual fixed position, and urge Serra to sit down.

I sat down next to Sella after I made sure she sat down.

"Lunch, I brought it"

"Yeah, thanks. I just had a stomachache."

"Hehe... shall we eat together then"

This is how Serra, who works at a bakery in the town of Merdiole, a short distance from this cemetery, brings her lunch at noon.

Handmade sandwiches and roasted eatable demonic meats like harpies are the main ones.

But there are quite a few variations when you change sandwich utensils so that they don't always have the same dedication, or sometimes they are roasted fish, not meat.

The same dishes never last at home, and the dishes that Serra would make were a daily pleasure.

When I was inside excited about what kind of ingredient sandwich I had today, he turned to me without my left arm to open a lunchbox knitted in hemp.

What was in it was a sandwich sandwiched with vegetables that I could tell were still fresh from the look of it and reddish baked meat...... is it a spice?

A little intrigued, but patient.

The sandwich only seems to be sandwiched with vegetables, and the feeling that it looks good for your health comes to mind.

"Thank you again today, Serra"

"Yeah. I'm tired by myself, Mr. Yuichirou"

That's what I said, he turns a smile on me.

Is it simple to say that that will blow up fatigue or forget the heat of the sun too?

With that in mind, I'm given the water bag I was bringing with me to the lunchbox.

Moisten your throat with water, then first take the meat that was noticeable in red that you were concerned about.

Something like a claw twig is stabbed and the size is a big bite that is thought to be easy to eat.

A tingling stimulus above the bottom when it is included in the mouth and chewed.

"Hmm... a little spicy"

"Ah. I tried it because I got a rare spice, but I wasn't bad at spicy, was I?

"Yeah. It's okay, I'm just surprised it's been a long time since it's been hard"

That said, now a sandwich with vegetables pinched. I'm used to seeing this one, it's triangular and pretty big.

After the spiciness, a refreshing, airy salad sandwich goes well together.

When the refreshing texture settles over the tongue, I eat meat that I see again from a little bit. Now make sure you get a good feel for it, and you'll see that the meat is the harpy meat you're used to eating.

I think the impression has changed a lot just because it is seasoned.

I didn't care too much about spices when it was the original world, but the difference can be noticeably felt when it is a different world that is rarely eaten.

"It's delicious. Have some Serra, too."

"Hehe."

Smile small at my words and the hand reaches out to my cheek.

My finger touched my cheek as it was, and when I was pulled, there was a piece of bread on the tip of my finger.

"Looks like you liked it, good"

"Of course. Selah, she's a good cook... and she always cooks very good rice, thanks"

"Yeah."

I carry a piece of bread on my finger to my mouth, and then Mr. Serra snorts with a full grin.

That smile makes me happy, too, and warms up the back of my chest.

Sitting close enough to touch your shoulders and staring at each other, it's going to reach this way until that exhale. And I can see that my exhale is shaking Serra's beautiful hair slightly.

"Well, I guess I'll have one too"

"Don't do that."

An instant of sweet air quickly mists.

No, it's still daytime. This place is outside.

It's been a long time since I started living with this woman.... a longer time than those two years I traveled with Mr. Ceres.

I don't think I miss that much anymore.

Sometimes I think, but when Serra is with me... when you two are together, I don't miss you.

I've heard of heartbreak healing and so on, but I wonder if this is the case recently. I miss that, but that's 'lonely' and not 'sad'.

At some point, I was no longer feeling 'sad'. I guess that's what time heals for, vaguely.

"Yeah. Delicious"

Even that thought fades with the word 'delicious' and is likely to disappear with it.

I'm sad, and Sella's sad with me.

When I said "painful," Serra shook my hand.

So - I'm going to laugh. Because when I'm happy, Sella laughs, too.

I like that smile.

"Dear treat"

When I finished my dinner with a smile, Mr. Serra wiped my cheek with the handkerchief she had brought.

I'm a little embarrassed, but I'm happy with this, so I'll keep it up. Stick to Serra's expression closer than just now as she feels the soft feel of a handkerchief on her cheek.

I'm in the eye.

Even though she realizes she's staring, Ms. Serra doesn't stray from her gaze.

Slightly, my chest hits. But that's not a sole of excitement, a slower, warmer thing.

My breasts are filled for different reasons than the rice I had earlier.

... all the time, I hope this time goes on. That's what I think.

With your right hand, touch Serra's cheek.

And I'll take the pieces of bread that were there with my fingers and bring them to her visible position.

"Ah."

"I left you something to eat."

I said, and when I included the shard in my mouth, Serra's cheek stained bright red.

What I was just doing, but Serra seemed very embarrassed, and I leaned bright red to my ear.

She's older than me, but this place is so cute.

Loosen your mouth as you look up at your rocking hair in the sea breeze - signs of people besides us.

A little, the sound of people walking reaches their ears.

There was no way to hide it, and there was a rare face when I turned my gaze to those who made noise without alarm.

No, I know the face, but it was unexpected that the person would be visiting here.

"Phosphorus."

Phosphorous Kudo. "Apostle of the Goddess" summoned from the same different world as me.

I live in the same Merdiole, but basically I raise my voice to my surprise that she's not going to pull into a house and go out to a cemetery on the outskirts of town like this.

Serra raised her face to my voice.

"Oh. Long time no see, Mr. Lynn."

"Yeah, it's been a while, Yuichiro, Selawi"

That's right, say hello, cuh, and open your mouth wide and stretch.

I don't know about the woman's deviation, but it's Mr. Phosphorous, and I wonder.

"What's going on here?"

"Mm-hmm. Look, I was talking to you before"

"You?"

I wondered if he had told me anything, and when I tilted my neck, Mr. Phosphorous again gave me a defect.

Apparently, he's very sleepy. If you look closely, you see something like a neighborhood under your eyes. Will it be dawn all night?

"Left arm. I told you I'd put it on with my prosthetic arm."

"... oh"

With that said, it's like we haven't talked about it like that.

I remember because I remembered, I feel like I talked to her about three months ago.

"But you were talking about putting on an iron arm instead of a lost arm?

"Yes, yes. I remember Serawi better than he did..."

"haha......"

Phosphorous exhales when he laughs affectionately at a voice that blames him somewhere.

"I've got a prototype, so put it on."

"Have you done it yet?

"Well, thanks to Astraela, the way it's made comes to mind."

It's convenient.

"I think Yuichiro's shadow arm would be more convenient..."

As I say, Mr. Phosphorous offers me the iron arm he had in his hand.

Really, it's an arm. Play the sunlight and shine, Iron Arms.

... Somehow, it's a fantastic world of swords and magic, but a very near future tick?

"... you're very floating."

"It's a world without guns and cars, that's all."

"Joo or the car?

"It's in our world, it's a machine tool, Selawi... Phew"

"You look sleepy, Mr. Lynn. Were you late yesterday?

"No, because I was awake until I had fun making prosthetics and lost my mind"

"You'll be dead in time..."

"It's okay, it's okay. Because only the body is tough."

I don't think that's a problem either, but I'm going to ask Phosphorous to help me mount my prosthetic arm while I hear Serra's shuddering voice.

Attached to left shoulder wound and secured at shoulder and neck.

Naturally, it cannot be moved because it is an iron prosthetic.

"Yeah, it's the perfect size"

"... don't you move?

"Not that far yet. I'm going to make a few more modifications... maybe it will work?

"Really!? Good for you, Mr. Yuichirou."

You don't know the structure of the prosthetic hand, but you're as happy as I am, Serra.

However, I think there is something about the iron arm that I see for the first time, and the look on its face seems to be cloudy somewhere.

Well, if you suddenly show me an arm like this, it would be normal to be surprised. Over-technology or something like that.

"But even if I don't have a prosthetic arm, I have a shadow arm..."

"To Yuichiro, yes. But normal people don't have shadow arms, do they?

"Ah."

"It's still a prototype, and if it's iron, it's heavy, so you can make feet with lighter things, it could help people attacked by demons."

"Are you going to spread your prosthetics and prosthetics?

"Come on? In the first place, I might be reluctant to make up for the part I lost... I guess I said I made it because I figured it out"

As always, I think it's amazing.

"I can't really understand the electrical signals, and I can't make the parts... so I figured I'd use magic to make some prosthetics."

"On my way..."

Mr. Phosphorous laughed at my words.

It's more of a 'good looking' smile than a feminine one.

"That's why you should come to my house from now on."

"Me?

"Seems like Serrawi's got me talking to people, but you don't get out of this cemetery much, do you?

"Yeah."

"I was probably worried about you and Douglam at the guild, and it's time to get out of town, isn't it?

... besides, are you telling me to go outside the cemetery - into town?

You don't think that's who you are, Mr. Phosphorous was shyly out of sight.

"Thanks"

"It's okay... well, that's it"

In his words of gratitude, Mr. Phosphorous smiled manly again.

"It may be like a rotten edge, but aren't you one of them?

I lost my left arm, and at the same time I lost someone I liked.

He kept his thoughts on the death as he guarded his grave in the person's hometown.

...... but maybe that looks very dangerous from the people around.

I meant to be normal, but I'm sure Mr. Phosphorous and Mr. Serra, the people who live in this city. And did you make me worry from the people who said I was one of them? [M]

"Yeah. I'll go see you at home soon."

"Do that for me. I'm basically not leaving the house... because the sun is dazzling."

Serra and I laugh at Mr. Phosphorous, who says so and drops his shoulder.

"Thanks"

"It's okay. You know, whimsical, thought-provoking, something like that."

"Still...... thanks"

I am protected. I'm being helped.

From a lot of people. From a lot of people.

... if the time comes to get out of this cemetery.

Now I'll protect you. [M] Lots of people. My people.

"Mr. Sella, isn't it time to get back to work?

"Ah... it's okay, Mr. Yuichirou?

"Yeah. I'm fine."

Turn a smile. Sincerely, delighted.

"Come on in."

At that time, let's protect this man.

Serrawi Guernia.

Someone who supported me.

Staring at that beautiful face, Ms. Serra touched the iron arm still in place and smiled.

It's cold.

I'll protect you. That's why I have my arms.

"... sorry. I'm in love with you in front of me, will you stop?

I didn't mean to, but Mr. Phosphorous shrugged like he was tired.