The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

When I woke up, I just felt a little nostalgic.

Lifting his head from the wooden table, his body savings hurt. Probably because he slept in a weird position.

When stretched gently, the muscles of the body are stretched and feel good.

Then the cockroaches and blunt sounds disgusting when you shake your neck to the side. To the sound, the old shopkeeper at the back of the counter looked up.

It's finally happening.

The words while polishing the cup are slightly sinister.

With just a little envy of the trick, open the lid heavier with alcohol and turn your face.

"Yep. The liquor here is delicious, so I had a good dream"

Maybe you had an old dream.

I felt like the back of my chest was just a little warmer.

Will my old companions be well?

I think about that and shake my head again.

It was they who found out.

He was summoned as a brave man, expected as a hero, and wanted to kill God.

- I miss you. Living in the chest was a painfully full day of antiquity and only a few regrets.

He acted as a brave man, triumphed as a hero, and was envied as a god-killer.

What do my fellow countrymen think of themselves fleeing that heavy pressure?

I'm sure you resent me. Yes, I conclude.

Unfortunately, I didn't have the courage to make sure.

And I'm not going to make sure.

Make a dry noise and place a piece of copper coin on the counter illuminated by the unreliable fire of the candle when it is removed from a wallet with not much contents.

"Account. I'll put it down"

"Whoa, just go home. Like not sleeping on the side of the road drunk."

"Ha. I'll be careful."

I try to get up from a wooden chair, and I scratch.

I'm drunk and I can't move my legs well.

Look at me like that, the old shopkeeper exhales again.

Looks like it's a long way too late. At night, no one else is drinking.

Well, I guess one of the reasons why not many other residents take advantage of it.

I bow my head again and leave the store to the old shopkeeper who waited until I woke up.

The cold wind stroked my skin and I felt like I had just woken up a little drunk.

In fact, just because I felt it, I still don't have a memory bundle (a bump).

I can only laugh when I think that this is the end of a human being who is temporarily a brave man, a hero.

I've been summoned to this world for three years. I spent two years crusading demons.

The rest of the year, he breaks up with his comrades who fought together and lives a leisurely and comfortable life based on the rewards of the Demonic Crusade.

Maybe I'm completely gone from their memory.

That makes me feel good, before pity.

I wasn't a bowl of bravery or heroes.

Different worlds - thirteen saviors summoned from Earth.

Twelve with cheats, summoned for a “demon god” crusade to destroy this world. And me.

I'm not a wizard with the best magicians in the world in bundles and no enemies, nor a swordsman who breaks a golem that's about ten meters long.

No reason to be smart, no reason to be good at scheming, no reason to be good at healing, no reason to be clever enough to create items.

It was painful to be with them like that.

Summoning of different worlds. Savior. Protecting the Goddess. Royal trust. The expectations of the people.

The other twelve who moved forward with all of that on their backs, I think it's really awesome.

But unfortunately, it was all too heavy for me.

"Uh... neem"

In the night sky I looked up, the moon glowed in light red.

The color tells me that this world is different.

Exhale a sigh of drowsiness.

If you stay asleep, you're going to have another old dream.

Walk the night lane with certainty for some reason.

This world without electricity, etc. gets worse and darker when the sun goes down.

It would be a little bright with magic streetlights if we went to Wang Capital or something, but not in the country village where I am now.

Relying on the thin lights of the moon, we aim to accommodate those who rent rooms.

Again, stretch.

Tomorrow, I wonder what I'll do.

Think about that while kicking pebbles with skinned boots.

Well, can it just be?

Look for work in the Adventurer Guild, earn change and eat dinner. Drinking occasionally.

I've been in this world for three years. Two years to the demon crusade. The following year, I was at that rate.

The others seem to be living off their talents.

Make the game of the original world popular with this other world, make politics better, make life better.

I sandwiched my ears with living off demons and living as a knight in the royal castle.

Well, most of them still seem to be halfway down the road. Changing the world seems so much harder than saving the world. But I guess I'm living a full day, I guess.

I'm sure you don't live in trouble for money like I do.

"Samu."

The night breeze strokes my skin and shivers at its cold.

And sigh.

No internet, no car. I can't go back to the original world, and I can't keep in touch with my parents and friends.

All of a sudden, it was also unilaterally disconnected.

Even so, I can't hate this world.

I don't hate it, but I don't even like it like everyone else, and I live halfway through it. If you ask me if I like it or not, I guess I like it. But it's too tight to say.

Really, what are you doing?

Sigh.

Looking up, there is one beautiful moon shining in light red. Looking down at me.

"Money, I need to make some money"

I'm paying for the lodging together, so I'll be fine for a while, but I don't think it's time for the contents of my wallet.

Make him a brave man summoned from another world, a hero of God's killing - one of them.

Even so, there seems to be trouble with tomorrow's meal bill.

To that fact, I just have to laugh.