The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

It was a cold place there. A cold, quiet, lonely place. Nothing, dark, sad place.

At its heart, I am. Are you standing, sitting, which is up and which is down? I don't even know that.

Who am I?

Ask. There is no answer. Nor do I know if this question is a voice or a thought. It's just that I'm in solitude.

I want to see people. Anyone. I don't care who it is. I want to see someone. Dark, dark, in the dark. Keep hoping that's all.

I want to see you.

Gi, and the demon whose body is covered with the green scales that he just chopped up, raises the voice of the severed demon in his ear and dies. Lizard Man, a familiar demon in fantasy games and novels. Bipedal, like a human, to a height of more than two metres. The body is covered in green scales, from which it is further wrapped in iron and leather armor. Swords and spear-like objects and shields in your hands.

Its physical abilities are also tremendous, and the speed and muscle strength of running is beastly. I feel threatened with the object in my hand, but the biggest threat is a blow consisting of its tail. If you do poorly, it's enough to even crush the big rock.

He trumpeted such a Lizardman and exhaled and put the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword into his hips sheath. The sound of the battle stops and the sound of the river flowing nearby reaches your ears. The trees that have grown over the years, Zelig, carry a refreshing breeze. It would be a great place to camp. Unless a demon shows up. The number of demons is high, even though it is near the Wang capital. Besides, the effects of the great battle that took place two years ago, or the demons around here are powerful for the continent of Imnesia. Lizardman also has an exceptionally high level of physical ability compared to the borderline sole. That goes for other demons like goblins.

Normally, demons don't come near places like these people get together.

"As always, you're a brilliant handyman."

"I feel like I'm dying."

That's what Fayrona calls me when she's dealing with the goblins around her so I can fight Lizardman one-on-one. Blonde hair swinging in the wind, human detached beauty. Elf's beauty hasn't disturbed one breath when he says he also dealt with five goblins, even though he was with his buddies.

From behind such a fayrona comes a beautiful woman with honey-colored hair and a girl with silver hair and beast ears. The silver-haired girl dropped her shoulder slightly, as if nothing had happened.

"What's wrong, Miss Francesca?

"No. The..."

"By the time Francesca used magic, the battle was almost over."

Oh, do you care that it didn't help? You don't have to worry about that. Well, we're partying and fighting together. I guess it makes me feel like a burden or a draw that I didn't help myself alone.

"The Last Goblin"

"Hmm?"

"You disfigured me. Thanks."

"Ugh... Mulu"

Something touched me, hugging me from behind. There are height differences, as well as physical growth differences, which make it even look like Mululu's head is buried in Miss Francesca's chest. No, it's not that blatant. Anyway, as a good old man, it's a very eye-catching friendship. Mululu looks like he still doesn't care.

Off the gaze of those two smiling people, kneeling beside Lizardman's body. Cut your right hand off your wrist to prove your crusade and put it in a leather bag. I will then have a single-edged sword made of the bones of the beast that this Lizardman was using. Because it's the type of sword you don't see much, or it sells for a pretty high price.

"Something tells me you've been getting along a lot in a week without me."

"Woman to woman. Man, I had a narrow shoulder."

That's what I say in my mouth, but I guess it wasn't that hard. The mouth is slightly loose. Really, we seem to be getting along a lot in a week when I'm not around. I envy you, at all.

"I'll wash my hands"

"Oh, don't go too far away"

I don't mean to be such a kid, though.

When I say that and leave the scene, I wash my hands with river water. Clear water gets cold and my finger joints hurt. Slightly scratch your face and wash away the blood attached to your hand.

"What's up, shut up"

"Nothing"

Speaking to my partner in my pocket, I'm angry, and he came back with a voice that felt something like that. It's the voice I hear all the time, but this has been happening all these days here. I haven't spoken to you, but apparently you're upset that I'm using the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword.

I can't help it though. Ten silver coins. If you don't take the original, you will have no body.

Don't be so obstinate.

"I'm not stubborn."

It is returned that way without being vacant between them. Somewhere in that voice like a child, my mouth gets loose. Would it be childish to think of Elmen Hilde as cute to speak out like that?

Finish washing your hands and stand up. Today's earnings include five Lizardmans and about twenty goblins. Medium earned, but dividing this by four is insignificant on hand. How many years will this take, such as paying off your debt to Utano? The last week's earnings have been four gold coins and a dozen copper coins.

Just crusade the demons, but it costs money to rent an inn, eat, and refill your gear.

"Has Miss Francesca settled down?

"Ah, yes. Master Range, are you okay?

"It's been a week since then. It's okay now. Thanks for your concern."

"No, no..."

"... heavy"

With the illuminating Miss Francesca's chest, Mululu raises his tired voice. Is it the weight or its breasts that are heavy? He's new to his gear in Wang Du, not the skin breastplate he's been looking at. Lady Francesca in a magician's outfit.

Deep pale hooded robe with blazer-like clothing and white blouse of the same color underneath. Downstairs is a long skirt with deep slits, with legs wrapped in knee socks peeking from time to time. I thought it looked important, and he said he had a high magical defense. Well, if you look good and you're defensive, there's nothing to say.

If there is one problem, the chest (murder weapon) that has been held on the chest will have been freed until now. My gaze will stick. I'm trying to tell you how it feels to be held back by clothes and underwear.

"I wonder if it would be better to heal your wounds in a week."

"Unlike me, there's a good sage I know."

It's just fatigue that I've been asleep long after you treated me. Without it I would have been able to move around from day one.

Collect today's loot and return with Fayrona. The day is still high, but overstuffing the roots is just the source of the injury.

"But you've been very motivated ever since you came to Wang Capital. I think I was a little more distracted when we first met."

"There's a lot going on. I just need a little money."

Actually, there's a little bit of money. Even if one piece of copper coin is one hundred yen, it is an amount of ten million yen. I haven't told anyone that I owe a boulder. No, I don't look good. I think myself that I put on a weird look.

Ten silver coins. If it was a debt to make me work hard, would I be acting on Utano's palm? Well, you're overthinking it.

"Are you going back now?

"Mm-hmm. Soichi and Yayoichi are coming to Wangdu today."

"Brave man?"

"Yes, brave man. Unlike me, I'm a real hero."

At least, he wouldn't have anything to do with a life of debt, like me. I can't imagine Soichi like that, and he should be able to stop you from Yayoichi before you owe him money.

But as Mululu, he wasn't very interested, and he was playing with stones thrown into the river. At the very least, I want you to help me with my return journey.

"Rice of the Day"

You noticed my gaze like that, that's what I'm telling you. I don't know what I'm talking about, I follow Mululu's gaze and look at the river. Then he was tailoring the fish with stone. How good is your motor vision, you little wolf?

It's also allergic to watch Mululu's tailored fish get flushed, so roll up your pants and take off your boots.

"What's wrong with you?

"It's pathetic to let Mululu into the river under such a cold sky."

That's what I say, into the river. My legs stopped unintentionally because of the chillness that cut me rather than stabbing me in the skin.

"So, are you okay?

"Yikes... Yikes"

"No, you bet. It's" Nine Moons "now... do you have a cold next to your injury?

"Not at all."

Recover the fish floating in the river, listening to the roaring voices of Faerona and Ermenhilde. The only thing that worries me is Miss Francesca. In the meantime, Mululu will be finishing up more fish. I don't give a shit about me.

You must be confused that I went into the river. With those blurry eyes, you can do it well. By the time I finished collecting the crude, Faerona and Miss Francesca had finished my return journey.

"Split it for me, too."

"Okay."

'...... ha'

"I'll start a fire, why don't you come over and warm up?

That's what Fayrona tells me when I'm washing my hands up from the river that stink. Not at all. Instead of my feet immersed in the river, I feel my whole body getting cold.

"That's sweet. I think you're a trustworthy companion."

"Something I don't even know."

"No way, I meant it."

Faerona collects dead trees, and Miss Francesca starts a fire with sorcery. When I wipe my legs and put my hands against the fire, that just makes my whole body feel warm.

"Phew."

"Fish, bake?

Hey, and Mululu sitting next to me. I wonder what to do, Miss Francesca and Fayrona also surround the fire and lower their hips.

"It's a little late, do you want it for lunch"

"Yes."

It was Miss Francesca who replied with some pleasure. She seems to like this kind of outdoor thing. Sleeping in a tent, preparing a bonfire, eating freshly caught beast meat and fish. It doesn't look good on the outside.

Faerona prepares herself for a grilled fish with a small grin in response to such a Miss Francesca's reaction. Peel the scales, remove the guts, and make an impromptu tree skewer with a knife. Impressed that you're familiar, I'll help you get ready, too. Even so, I just do the same thing. The first job of a newly re-bought iron knife is to scale the fish.

Finish preparing the fish and wash your hands in the river again while you are cooking in the bonfire. At that time, I felt a strange gaze.

"What's up?

"No..."

I felt my gaze across the river, but no one's there. I've been hunting around here lately, so I know there's nothing ahead of me.

Is it a demon?

It would be natural to think so. This is the four of us. Seeing that number, maybe he escaped. Do not think deeply and return to the flames.

"Were you there earlier?

"Something......?

"Oh. I thought I felt a weird glance."

That said, I turn my gaze to Faerona and Mululu. Two people are more sensitive to those things than I am, but they shake their heads to the side.

"It's my fault."

I haven't even noticed Ermenhilde, and it's likely that.

I decided to forget my earlier gaze and stare down at the fish I was going to burn. For some reason, I look at fish at times like this. That's the same for Miss Francesca and Mululu, who are all four and can have a silent space. I felt like Faerona and Ermenhilde exhaled, but never mind.

After a while like that, the fish cooks up in good shape. Six roasted fish. Miss Francesca and Faerona are one, me and Mululu are two. Fayrona's not that tall with me, but she's a snack. I think it's enough. Oh, my God, I feel like I can eat three fish. I don't want to eat that much though. Everything's just fine with the eighth belly.

I can't feel the smell of muddy because the water is beautiful when I stick it to a roasted fish. Freshly baked, but also lived until earlier, so the freshness is good. I'll be finishing one in no time.

"Hmm?"

"Now you feel magic."

Feeling her gaze again and looking back, at the same time, Elmenhilde seemed to feel magic.

"What's up?

"I felt my gaze again"

Stand up. Regardless of just your gaze, you have to be alert if you feel magic. Make sure you have a Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword on your hips and approach the river.

The Faeronas don't seem to feel anything, but they're just as vigilant as I am. But nothing happens after a while. Is there a mage fighting in a remote place, and it doesn't seem so? Ermenhilde felt the magic. I didn't feel it once. What the hell, and scratch my head.

Beautiful rivers flowing unchanged at the end of your gaze and unspoilt beautiful nature, cold winds with cold skin. Nothing has changed. If I'm going to mention it strongly, is it something weird about me feeling weird looking at you?

"Can't you help but care?"

If anything happens, you just have to deal with it. Think of it that way and go back to the side of the bonfire. Then Fayrona and the others de-alert themselves and turn their awareness to their grilled fish.

"... hey, you don't have one of my fish"

"Ngu, Mugu"

Turning his gaze, the neighbor's little one was chewing the fish in his mouth with momentum. If I behave badly, I won't. However, before that, three tree skewers met. I'll call you, but I won't even try to gaze at you the day after tomorrow.

"Hey, Mululu. You don't get mad, so turn around."

"Hmm... don't you get angry?

"Maybe."

When I say that, I'm out of my sight again. You bastard.

Miss Francesca and Faerona were grinning at their fish. Well, I hope I ate one too. When I was feeling uncomfortable, I felt my gaze again. Looking back.

"Again?

"When you get here, it's weird to be bouldering."

Faerona gets up and starts checking her gear. When Miss Francesca is finished eating in a hurry, she begins to move in the same way. The only thing that doesn't change is Mulu, whose own flesh is a weapon. I'm slowly savoring the fish in my mouth. I'll take away a dish from you for dinner tonight. Think of such a childish thing.

But why don't you notice Faerona or Mululu? As far as I'm concerned, I'm more concerned about you.

"I can't help it. Cross the river."

It's cold. Is salvation not so profound?

A short walk across the river leads to a high cliff. Is it about thirty meters? There's nothing on it, nothing beyond the cliff. Wilderness. Dead plains with no grass flowers, no trees, nothing. Where we were summoned to this world to crusade the family of the demon god for the first time. The impact, or the whole of them, has become the earth of death. Walk further through the wilderness for a week or so to reach the tactical city.

Well, aside from that. There was something on that cliff that I wasn't used to seeing. I should have been checking where and what's around here, but there's one cave. The size is the extent to which the orga can manage to get through... a cave about five meters high. At that entrance, I tilt my neck.

"Did something like this happen?

No, I didn't think so.

Miss Francesca answers me, looking at the map at hand. A simple map, but a cave so close to the king's capital would say so. I guess the unwritten means it's a new cave, but a few days ago we were walking around here. Is it that easy to cave?

And...

'Don't feel the magic. It was the magic I felt earlier. "

"Here. Ermenhilde, do you have any idea what that magic is?

'I don't think so. Weak...... could be a lower demon clan'

Pong, and gently tap Elmen Hilde from the top of his pocket.

"It could be a trap. Still going?

"Go?"

You heard Elmen Hilde, three glances at me. I'm not hiding Elmenhilde's voice anymore. It's like a sign of trust from me. The reaction from these three is good to see how they received it. Now I'm stubborn, though Ermenhilde doesn't talk much. Don't you want me to use a sword other than yours?

But I have no objection to just understanding the current situation. Hear Hermenhilde's voice and see what Mulu will do.

"At times like this, it's a majority vote."

"You're the leader, Range"

"That's what I've been saying before, but since when did you decide?

When I take the pine lights out of my luggage bag as I ask back, I have Miss Francesca's sorcery set on fire to the cloth stained with oil.

There would be danger, but curiosity prevailed over that. I'm also concerned about the gaze that only I can feel. Besides, somehow I don't feel that critical. If you're counting on me, I'm fine. Doesn't seem to make sense.

Let's go.

"Yes."

On a light note, Miss Francesca agrees. Me, Mululu, Miss Francesca, Faerona. I have a pine light, and Miss Francesca has a light source with magic.

It's not strange and uncomfortable in the cave, it's well ventilated. Maybe it's going through somewhere. The cave, illuminated by the light of pine lights and magic, is determined by its uniform size. Normally, a cave is a decoy. Beautiful holes can never be done naturally. Can someone make a cave in the first place and not naturally? It could be a hole dug in magic.

As I walked, guessing so, Miss Francesca screamed a small scream behind me. Then Mululu raises his voice like a girl. The voices of those two echo in the cave.

"What's up?

"Bugs. I already killed him."

"Come on."

If there was a trap ahead, they would have noticed it in their voice earlier. Put your hands on the pattern of the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword that was resting on your hips. Faerona seems to have felt the same way, feeling the tension from behind.

It hasn't moved for a while, but nothing unusual has happened. Release the tension and retreat your hands from the sword.

"There's nothing there?

"There were bugs..."

"I don't care about that"

Mululu's voice felt a little grumpy. Maybe Miss Francesca, surprised by the worm, hugged her and strangled her. I remember it sounded like my throat was tight.

Keep walking along the hole. Perhaps the physical sensation is enough. At the end of my sight, I saw a pale light.

"Is it an exit?

"Nevertheless, I think the light is too dark"

"... there's something here."

To the voice of Elmen Hilde, everyone hands on each good. Mululu also turns both arms into the sole of the beast.

Carefully.

"I'll go first. Faerona, can you cover me?

"That's hard."

"Mululu, follow me a little further."

"Okay."

Is it difficult to cover with a bow in a light source with a degree of pine light and sorcery? Then proceed to pale light with Mululu, who has excellent physical abilities.

If this is a trap, I'm a great guy with a pine light. Think about it, but I don't feel any sign of anything other than us. A deserted cave. I have no doubt about that feeling.

But if Ermenhilde says so, I guess there's something there. Walking vigilantly, the cave inadvertently opened.

――――

Clogged throat.

At the end of his gaze, there was something like a crystal emitting pale light. It's about five meters in size. A very large crystal-like gem floats in the air.

But that's not the problem. Crystals floating in the air are rare indeed, but this is a world of swords and sorcery. I've seen this phenomenon several times. But...

"Sleeping?

I've never seen a human in a crystal before in a boulder. Approaching with vigilance around you. Mululu is right, his eyes are closed as if he were asleep.

In pale light, a naked woman sleeps with her knees in her arms. That impression. I feel angry, so I shouldn't be dead.

"It's okay, come on!

Speaking to the Faeronas, I give Matsui to Mululu.

"You know what I mean?

…………

I hear so, but no response from Ermenhilde.

Put your hands on that crystal in awe, wondering. Warm. I don't feel the coolness of jewelry, inorganic objects. It's as warm as human skin.

And -.

――

The woman who was supposed to have been asleep in it and her gaze matched.