The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Well, what do we do?

Twelve oaks in the back of the woods. One of them is a new breed I've never seen before.

Even with the laughter, I like it a little more interesting.

Think as you tilt a glass of ale poured tree in the tavern window seat.

Earlier, when I told the village chief about it, he asked me if I could do something about it.

But why? I'm just an adventurer. Like a brave man or a hero, it's not like a monster opponent can do anything.

So, what do we do?

Though I want to work hard because I was told I would play the reward.

"There is only one choice between abandoning this village or protecting it."

That too, I laugh bitterly.

Well, there are a few options for how to protect it.

If we're lucky, we might be fine until the crusaders come from Wang Du.

The orcs may leave the woods and go somewhere else.

I'm smart. You may understand what it means to turn your fangs on a human being.

Kill him. Kill him. Humans and demons. Battle of the mud. If you don't like that, you may not come out caged in the woods...

"Oh, I finally found you."

That's how I envision it, Miss Francesca, my employer, coming in through the entrance to the tavern.

My mouth loosens to a glorious voice that doesn't resemble a country liquor store.

"Ooh, Miss Francesca. Right here."

When I raise my hand, I get a small sigh of sigh.

Probably because I left him alone without even contacting him after he got back from reconnaissance.

Again, the liquor you drink with a spicy face is unpleasant and you can't help it.

Look at her beautiful face and take a sip of ale. Yeah, yummy.

Swallow Soldier.

"Ha - must be"

Miss Francesca, who sat in the front across the table, looks at me in a strange way, talking to herself.

Oh, my God, my mouth gets lighter when the booze comes in.

Perhaps it's a bad habit to reply to Elmenhilde's voice.

"Mr. Range, what do you do with the oak crusade?

"Oh, I knew it."

"I knew... I told you about the oak yesterday"

Yes, you did.

That's what I'm telling you, the shopkeeper comes to ask Miss Francesca for her order.

I want fruit juice, and I want water, not ale.

To talk about work, one hand of booze lacks courtesy for a boulder.

Besides, it's time to take it seriously. Try to remind me of drunkenness.

"Miss Francesca, by the way. How's the muscle ache?

"Ugh... it's okay"

When I hear that, I turn a straight gaze after a little clogging.

Oh, that still hurts, he said. It is an easy reaction to understand.

Apparently, this woman, she's probably not a good liar. Its strength makes me laugh ridiculously, kutsuki.

Then its cheeks turn a little red and it leans over.

"Is it funny to make fun of younger people?

Sora, of course it's funny.

Making fun of younger people is an older privilege.

Remove the medal (Ermenhilde) from your pocket and play the pin.

"I'm in a little trouble. I'm not sure what to do with this village request"

"Don't you take it?

When dropped flat in the hand, the table.

"I'm going to take it"

At that time, I receive the water just brought to me by the store owner.

Miss Francesca also receives the juice and takes a sip.

"It just won't be easy with a positive attack"

"Positive attack?"

"So. slashing each other directly from the front, burning and cleaving with witchcraft. It's hard to fight like that."

Says so, take a sip of water.

At a time like this, what matters is where we fight first.

I don't care how many twelve we deal with, it's a good place not to be surrounded.

If you use the trees well in the woods, the orcs will be used to fighting in such a place.

"When there are twelve opponents, it's dangerous to fight Matomo."

"... Yes?

Miss Francesca stares at me with her eyes like she sees something strange.

A little funny.

"Now, how many,?

"Twelve."

――――

Pokan, he stiffened with his mouth open.

It is a stunning smiley face, as much as I would like to photograph if I had a phone or a camera.

Well, I wouldn't do that.

"That's a good reaction."

Mm-hmm. Totally.

A sip of warm (wet) water finally restarts Miss Francesca.

"... why is Mr. Range so calm!?

"I'm not calm. I'm worried about what to do."

"Instead, you're right to get used to it."

Well, actually, Ermenhilde is right.

Instead, it would be more right to be surprised, like Miss Francesca. I think so, too.

Until three years ago, I was a normal social worker, but how did this happen?

I used to be surprised by a few things, just like Miss Francesca.

When I realized it, I was no longer surprised by a few things.

Twelve oaks? One of them is a new breed, and he seems to be a very smart loser.

But the Demon Nation, the superior species of demons, the Demon King who unites the Demons, the Demon God who created their demon species.

Compared to those people, it's certainly troublesome and scary, but it's not like they panic.

What really sucks is being like a smart black oak and a bucket of stuff I can't help myself.

Dragons and vampires, giants and undead. He's the kind of opponent you can't fight unless you're with your people.

"If you panic, it won't change what you do."

"So twelve..."

"Well, not too much"

Or, I laugh.

Miss Francesca looks at me like I'm in trouble.

"We have a chance. So I'll take the request."

And that black oak.

I want to do something about it.

He has a bad feeling. Why.

"... What about Miss Francesca?

"Me, sir?

"Oh. Dealing with twelve pigs on a boulder is going to break my bones. Maybe you can't fight while you're protecting it."

That makes my expression harder when I realize what I'm trying to say.

I can't fight while I protect you. So you're going to have to protect yourself.

I laugh from the bottom of my heart that you're not asking for a new adventurer (Rookie).

Even such a dangerous job, a skilled adventurer (veteran), comes in full swing.

It's not the kind of request the weakest god killer and newbie adventurer gets.

That's why I hate monster crusades.

Unforeseen things happen all the time. Money is good, but the danger is also great.

I still don't think it suits me.

"I'll take it"

When I was thinking about that, I was turned to a caged voice of determination and gaze.

Those emerald eyes take a firm look back at me.

"There are some tests... I'm one of the adventurers now. Besides, it's the nobility's duty to help the villagers."

"I think it's a fine mindset, but you could die, huh?

To that extent, my staring eyes shook slightly.

After all, I guess I'm afraid to die.

It's noble, so it's pre-built. Humans, living things, are afraid to die.

Neither do I. You can't be scared of this woman younger than me.

I thought so, and this woman, who said she would help even if she was scared, felt really strong.

I said I was turning my back on my hero duty.

"You're being mean."

Don't tell me that.

I laugh bitterly at the words of my partner (Ermenhilde).

Miss Francesca gives me a slightly murky look at what you felt for me like that.

That look is adorable again. Beauty is beautiful with any look, he said.

"Well, I'll stand around as safe as I can."

"Huh?"

"I can't make it difficult for a rookie. I think I look good when I say I'll protect you."

"No, you can tell me, God Kill (Hero)"

I can't do that, I flatter my shoulders.

That's not my character. That's about as good as a valve.

"I'll step forward and you'll mess with magic from behind. Even if you think about a weirdly murky operation, it'll probably temper you."

"Tempa...... Huh?

"In real life, it would be confusing. You were scared when Goblin attacked you, right?

When I hear that, I get cockled while hiding my mouth in a wooden cup.

Kind of like a small animal.

"I'm more scared this time. Twelve orcs. I'm much more scared than five goblins."

Pin, and play the medal (Ermenhilde) with your thumb.

When you grab the circle and turn the sole in the air and open your hand, the table.

"Table. We'll figure it out, maybe."

"I'll definitely do something about it, say something..."

"I would never say anything. I'm not that great."

Or, I get sighed when I laugh.

But I can't help it.

"Absolutely."

The word is the privilege of the brave. Villager C like me can't use it.

"That Medal"

"Hmm?"

Miss Francesca's gaze moves from me to Hermenhilde, which is in my hands.

"Is it important?

"Hmm..."

I don't know, and.

I always have it for granted, so now I'm the closest I can be.

It's important, but I can't say it in all those words.

…………

And then there's the god-killing weapon that's getting weird when you do something (idiot).

"It's a curse medal. If you let go, you'll die."

"... are you okay, Sole"

"It's okay, it's okay. I just don't have to let go."

Something seriously worried me.

This kid may be funny, cumbersome or difficult to tease.

"Chip."

By the way, Ermenhilde was tongue-beating.

This way, it's funny when you tease me.

I know it's important to think hard, but I still think it's like me to take it easy.

To a bunch of oaks, black oak that seems to be a new breed.

Well, the problem is the pile.

"Well, then I'm going to start special training"

The place is a plain a short walk out of the village. It's a little off the street.

I don't see any demons, like goblins.

After a while, I might drop by to see how things are going.

"Even if I say special training... I can only use basic sorcery like flying fireballs and ice arrows"

When I say that, I drop my shoulder and lean over feeling sorry for myself.

I wonder if the students at the School of Magic will be okay with that, but that's good now.

"It's okay, 'cause I'll have a simpler imagination"

"Easy......?

"Oh."

That's what I say, point to the ground.

"Dig me a hole"

…………

I was seen with the eyes of someone who looked very frigid.

How can magic in this world be a direct attack or both extremes of family content?

The former can fly fireballs, pierce them with ice arrows, and the powerful can also explode and thunder.

The latter makes clean water, cracked ice, or lights in the dark.

But somehow, there's not much magic used to move things or dig holes.

During the battle against the demons, I was seriously surprised when I saw them exploding in sorcery to build trenches. It would be too inefficient, he said.

I think it's convenient, Pitfalls.

Our Master of the Great Demon said it was good to be flashy at first, but he listened to us when he realized how good the pit was.

By and large, confirm enemies, make fireballs, fly, hit, imagine them.

Basic magic alone requires five steps of work.

What a pit. See the ground, imagine a pit.

In the shortest possible time, two-step work will suffice. There will also be adjustments in size and depth,

It can be expressed in a shorter time than basic magic.

So I'm going to ask Miss Francesca to do the same.

I can use it to protect myself.

Short expression time is the only strength.

"Pitfalls. Drop the oak there, and that's it. I can't kill you, but I won't be able to do anything."

……

Besides, if it's magic, all you have to do is imagine a hole at the foot of the oak during the fight.

It's convenient to avoid the hassle of directing you into a hole you've dug all the time.

Later, you can do something about the hole that dropped the oak. If you want to bury it, attack it with magic. They are not attacked, they attack unilaterally.

Meat gets damaged and less valuable, but it's a safe way to hunt.

"That's a great idea."

Explained that, I was impressed.

For some reason, a magician prefers flashy sorcery.

I don't know, but anyone can do flashy, powerful sorcery. Besides a lot of magic and mental fatigue.

Wouldn't you be trying to knit out a magic trick that would be more effective at a lower cost?

Now I hope this woman will also think a little bit about the use of witchcraft in various directions.

"... there could also be one weird sorcerer"

"Bad listening"

Pin, and play the medal.

"A magician who is good at pitfalls and restraints would be a weird magician, though. You're educating me the wrong way, absolutely. '

It's convenient, Pitfalls.

Detention is also effective in minority vs. minority. Our Master of the Great Demons will be the only one who can make use of restraint magic in a boulder battle against a large crowd.

Using tree roots and spreads, I think back to the past because I was really no match in the woods.

As a gift of my education.

Pitfalls are so simple, they can imagine it even as they play melee, which seems really convenient.

I don't know because I can't use witchcraft, but I guess that's what the 'Great Demon Instructor' would say.

Just hooking your legs during battle is enough of a threat. I can alert you.

"Okay, I'll try"

"Ooh."

A short distance away from Miss Francesca, she lowers her back to the rock that was nearby.

"Don't you train?

I've never trained a knife before.

In the first place, knives aren't my thing. And Dagger, of course.

I don't care if you train for weapons like that.

Pull out the iron knife and turn the circle in your hand.

"Oak skins don't seem to cut off"

'Naturally. The weapon of a hero is not that. It's me. "

Somewhere proud of his voice, his mouth loosens.

Right.

You're the only one with my weapon.

"Umm."

Turning her gaze to Miss Francesca, she looks slightly shaken.

Magic.

Everyone who is a magician has the power to use magic but to express paranormal phenomena.

Its colors vary, with colorless magic powers, like Miss Francesca's, and colors such as red and blue.

But you think the magician's talent depends on the color of magic?

Our "Archmage Instructor" is golden, and "Wizard" is dark purple - said, was it dark magic?

I try to remember which talent was up there, but I can't remember.

Maybe it was mutual or something similar.

With that in mind, a hole about fifty centimeters in diameter is created a little before me. Is it about... thirty centimeters deep?

The lost soil had fallen beside Miss Francesca.

I guess I made a hole in it with an image that I would choose to take.

"Shallow. Oak has a bigger head than me. Deeper, wider please."

"Yes."

I laugh bitterly at a healthy reply.

I kind of feel like a training center instructor. I've never done it before.

But the magic is really amazing.

Seeing this kind of thing makes me wish I could have used magic too when I asked for cheats.

Undoubled by witchcraft that was never found in the original world. Every man is a situation he admires.

Yeah, I really did something without my body.

"What's up?

"No."

When you sigh, a voice of worry comes from Elmen Hilde.

Well, a luxurious concern because I wished for "The Power of God Killing" (cheat), which is how I can talk to Ermenhilde.

"It's good to see you," he said.

'... then why did you sigh'

I was suspected.

He's a terrible partner. Not at all.