The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Seeing the bonfire burning in the centre of the village, stir the ale poured into the wooden cup.

Yah, great. Nothing tastes better than free liquor.

"Pfft."

'You look happiest when you're drinking... ha'

Where did I need to sigh now?

Tilt a wooden cup in the seat the villagers prepared for me as I leaned my neck against such Elmen Hilde.

The villagers, whose oak threats had left, prepared a feast to thank them.

Most villagers didn't know that the orcs were gathering in large numbers first, but suddenly the feast still seemed tense.

This is a world of little entertainment. Guess it's fun just for the neighbors to get together and drink.

Watching you like that makes me a little tense, too. The liquor tastes better than usual.

By the way, there's nobody around me. I'm alone. I'm not lonely.

The face of Miss Francesca, who is in trouble surrounded by the villagers, turns to us, but there is nothing we can do.

Because she's the hero of this oak crusade.

What I did was crusade three orcs.

She's the one who disabled the remaining eleven orcs. Look, she deserves a hero more than I do.

Besides, it would be natural for her to become more popular as a beautiful woman than a man like him everywhere like this.

"You're being mean."

"Totally."

I laugh at the bumps and eat the oak smoked meat I have prepared for my knobs with the vegetables.

Hmm, you can go with this.

Fill your belly as you alternate between ale and smoked meat in your mouth.

"What do we do now?

"Well, I don't know what to do"

…………

Squirting like other HRs, sighing like a shudder.

I guess I'm actually frightened.

But...

"I want to see someone so everyone doesn't notice me."

Everyone is an old companion.

With someone, old buddy.

Ermenhilde sighs again at contradictory words.

"... demon god, huh?"

"I don't know."

But I have feelings of certainty in my chest.

Ermenhilde released (cleared) the three contracts.

If you were to be freed on that spot, someone would protect Miss Francesca. And my will to fight. One more thing, I can't think of unexpectedly fighting demon gods.

In fact, that orc was using the flame of the demon god.

That flame is too special for a new breed of oak to use. That would be a nightmare if an orc like that was going to give birth to a pom.

Well, it's an oak.

Demons who use witchcraft are so rotten in the Arbenelm continent where the demons live.

"Um..."

I was thinking about that, and Miss Francesca came back with a tired look on her face.

Did the village chief and the men in the village even drink, his face is a little red?

Turning his gaze back, he seems to be surrounding the bonfire and getting together with couples, lovers and family to enjoy the feast.

"Mmm, tired."

"No, you're not... or the Range is better than me -"

"It doesn't look good on me."

Yes, shoulder to shoulder.

I know what you're trying to say, but I'm going to let you deny it.

"And the beauty looks better than the muggy old man"

"... I don't think so. It was Master Range who defeated that black oak."

They say that out of sight, but with a little smile on their face.

Maybe you reacted to the word beauty. It's the first time.

"You suck at knowing and saying..."

"As hard as ever."

That's right, I reply, I drink ale.

"Kohon. More than that, Master Range."

"No, could you stop that range?

"That's... awe-inspiring"

"Instead, I'm more afraid of letting the nobles say that."

Well, there's nothing polite about nobility.

I drink ale flat in front of that nobleman. If I'm being polite, I'm talking about staying on one knee.

I look at Miss Francesca, who is in awe, and I wonder what I will do, and tilt a wooden cup.

It's been at this rate ever since we crusaded the oak.

I'm the only adventurer who hasn't done anything. Lady Francesca, a hero to such an adventurer, should be a strange sight from the villagers.

As far as I'm concerned, I really want you to treat me as just an adventurer. It must be difficult.

Well, I've been used to these things since I was summoned to this world as one of the god killers.

I didn't want to get used to it, but everyone around me keeps their heads down. If I go on living like that for two years, I'll get used to it, even if I don't like it.

It was uncomfortable watching a fifteen-year-old boy at the time being bowed his head by a Knights Commander over forty.

Although he was horny without knowing what to do.

"This concludes my contract with Miss Francesca. I hope you pass the test."

The nostalgia is warm thanks to Miss Francesca and the rewards she earned from this oak crusade.

I wonder where you're going this time.

There will be Mr. Utano or Mr. Nine Seasons in Wangdu. And Fujido.

I can use all sorts of magic, and my head spins fast. "Sage" Yuko Utano (Yuko Utano) was everyone's staple on the journey. Same age as me.

Yuta Kushiki said she did belong to the Knights. I should have turned twenty-three this year.

He also opened a shop in Wang Du, the cook Shu Fujido, 26 years younger than me.

Maybe we'll all be in some big town later. I don't know where it is.

I was wondering if Fujido would tell you about the demon god.

I think I'll go to the store and talk while eating some of his dishes for a while.

Might not be bad inside. My nostrils are warm now.

…………

When I was thinking about it, there was a lady Francesca who smiled like trouble.

"Neighbor, sit down?

"Excuse me."

With such a beautiful woman, is it rude to think of a boulder by yourself?

What I have in my hand is like fruit liquor, and I get a different scent on my nose than ale.

Rather than, I was wondering if you could have drunk.

"What do you do after this?

"Hmm?"

After a little regret that I should have invited her to the tavern about once, she asked me that.

After this, after breaking up with Miss Francesca, I guess.

Even drunk heads can understand that much.

"I think I'll head to Wang Du. Or... or take a request in some village again"

Well, we have things to do, but we haven't decided on a destination.

Don't you dare, enough to want to go for Fujido's dishes in the near future?

"Then could you escort me to the magic city?

"No, you'd be safe in the carriage, wouldn't you? I'm not getting in a carriage, it's gonna cost me money."

"... should I?"

"You're scared."

Ugh.

How much nostalgia has warmed doesn't make luxury that easy.

This time the reward is a piece of gold paid late by Miss Francesca.

And four gold coins for the reward of thirteen oaks. This one is divided between Miss Francesca and me.

With the calculation of thirty pieces of copper coin with the whole oak, I get a little color. Ninety pieces of copper coin or songzhang.

That oak. I can eat almost my whole body. The gut also becomes intestinal (sausage), and if it is dried meat or smoked and sold to the merchant, it can profit from fifty pieces of copper coin in the whole oak, and nearly one piece of gold coin if used well.

That's thirteen. The villagers are thrilled to have saved. Sell it to the merchant and it will be gold, or it can be a preserved food when winter arrives.

So now I have three gold coins in my pocket and a change of gold that Miss Francesca gave me in advance. You'll be able to make your life easier for a while.

"Well, there doesn't seem to be a carriage in the first place"

Apparently, this village doesn't really interact with other villages.

It's not that it's remote, but I don't think it has any specialties.

Fish near the sea, herbs and liquor said it was a village where I used to be. There is liquor in this village as well, but there doesn't seem to be enough to sell it as a specialty.

Not many merchants stop by such villages either. Because you don't make money.

The fact that there is no object to sell is synonymous with the fact that there is no village savings.

I have a ton of oak meat now, but that would be only one time.

Let's hope that oak sells for a little bit more.

"Yes, and I need to know the next day when the merchant will come..."

"That's troublesome."

I'm anxious to let Miss Francesca make the journey on her own, even though she made a big stand with her orc opponent.

The contract has been completed, but we are not friends we do not know.

I don't wake up well after being lightly passed away on my journey.

"Up to the magic city, about a week on foot."

Second, turn your gaze next door.

He looked so happy that he missed his gaze.

Something embarrassing. The young lad is fine, he said. It distracts me to think about it.

"You're gonna get paid, right?

"Of course."

"That's where the chickens are."

"Naturally."

Pin the medal, and when you play it, Miss Francesca shivers her shoulders with her hands hiding her mouth.

I haven't heard Elmen Hilde, but I guess you realize who I'm talking to.

For once, that explains it, so I'm not supposed to be recognized as a freak who talks to himself in the medal for now.

"You're close."

"Not quite."

…………

I was obstinate. I think these places are a little cute.

"I envy you."

Looks happy, he said.

And since Miss Francesca isn't used to traveling, let's calculate in about ten days to the magic city.

This is what the exam said at first, but you still have a little room for ten days.

Surely there must have been a period of about two more weeks. Ma, would I get there sooner if I could get in the carriage on the way?

If that happens, I won't be able to help. The magic city will be full of nobles and stuff, and maybe some of you know me, so I don't want to come near it if I can.

I might as well break up when I send it close.

Include ale in your mouth as you calculate in your head.

"As far as I'm concerned, I'd like a few more novels..."

"If we had a more regular life, I wouldn't say anything."

Well, if you live a regular life, now you're going to live like a hero.

Trying to have another ale...... the wooden cup was empty.

Exhale one sigh.

"There are some god killers in the school I go to."

…………

"Good thing you didn't have to go to Wangdu to reach your goal."

No, no. Maybe not very good.

Miss Francesca poured me a replacement when I thought about what to do with the emptied ale.

He's a smart kid, I think.

"Thanks.... Really?

"Yes. Dear Sowich, Dear Yayoi. And Lord Aya's three."

"To those brothers and sisters, your apprentice."

"It's not such a big thing. I mean, it's much stronger over there than me..."

What about that as a disciple?

Instead, wouldn't I be more of a disciple with strength? You can't use magic. You're a disciple.

'Really? I remember always chasing after Lotus, Lotus. "

"I used to."

But it's not always the same now.

Rather, it is likely that you can turn a cold glance at what you have been doing by leaving us alone until now. Imagine, I got a little scared.

I thought you were like my brother or sister. If you told me that, I might not be able to get back on my feet, either.

Just thinking about it is killing me.

Or are you in that friendly threesome, the School of Magic?

Are you about eighteen now? I guess I'm the normal age to go to school.

Even so, travel around the other world, crusade demons, fight demon kings, and kill demon gods.

You must have been fourteen or fifteen then...

"You didn't get too bad or anything."

"Not at all."

Two...... one with one, yeah I can think back in the day.

In doing so, Miss Francesca, who cannot hear Ermenhilde, tilts her neck.

He's dangerous from the side, I guess.

"Time to go to sleep"

"Already?

"I'm tired."

That's what I say and flatter my shoulders.

"I worked for six months"

"Work More"

If you feel like it, you get up and squeal inside.

"And Miss Francesca. I'm leaving the village tomorrow, so if you're tired, go to sleep."

"Yes, I understand"

Looking up, a slightly missing thin red moon.

Listening to the voices of the villagers, I walk out.

"... yet, you won't let me hear my voice."

"Well, I don't know how much I trusted you."

I guess you can trust me a lot.

She is.

But I'm not sure about the situation of a nobleman named Francesca Burton.

Sometimes unforeseen things happen when crusading demons.

Or isn't the taking of life something else weird in this world's schools?

Never heard of it... don't I know what schools in this world are like in the first place?

"I don't want any trouble."

"Then I should have abandoned you."

"Ha... easy to say, you too"

"I know a little bit about who Range is."

Stop it, I'm embarrassed.

Pin, and play the medal.

"Either way, it's as far as the magic city."

Back.

Again, exhale.

"Range is a hero because you can't abandon someone else to say you don't like trouble"

I don't mean to.

"I'm not a hero. So I want to relax in the country"

Someone can fight by being in danger.

Is there such a hero?