The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

The right shoulder, struck down earlier, releases a gingerly sore pain as if he had a fever and deprives him of his concentration. I've been summoned to this world for a week. In the last few days, while the sun was high, I was learning swords in the training ground.

In the center of the training ground, see an old knight standing in the front with a rough breath. Soldiers who had previously trained around them, as well as Zoichi, who also had training weapons in their hands. It seems natural that everyone is more accustomed to using their weapons than I am. What's included in their gaze like that is curiosity.

Hold a training sword with a crushed blade in your right hand, while breathing.

Take three deep breaths. The heart buzzes and he begs me to give him a break. Ignore the appeal, though, and set up a long sword. The breath of the old knight, wrapped in Spirit Silver (Mithril) armor and gently waved to see how he was doing while holding the same training sword in his hand, was not disturbed at all. On the contrary, it's even fun. Enjoying training with me. I've been blown up over and over and my whole body says it hurts. Such a sword he has is fatter and longer than the sole I have in my hand. I think there's something wrong with this guy, too, around the fact that he's shaking lightly, even though it should weigh a lot. O'Brien Alberia is the name of an old knight who is worthless and dry.

"Whoa. That's good, young man. You're a hero. I thought you were holding your nose high because you thought you had guts."

"That's all."

"Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock. More joy, Lord Yamada."

"I'll be sneaking around in my room at night."

A few days after being summoned to this world, I've been training with this old man and found out a few things. This man is mean.

I'm sure if I'd relaxed with what I said earlier. You must have typed it in without question. After that, they roll the ground again as usual. So clear a vision floats in the back of his brain, hammering him appropriately as his mouth draws.

Even though he's less tall than me, he feels bigger than me when he's relative like this. Intimidation or different presence. I am not a man like myself who relies on the abilities of the goddess and the correction of the other worlds. The strength and spirit you have gained from your irresistible workouts, the strength of a human being who believes in the self you have worked out. That's what I have, this guy.

It hurts all over my body, and I'm tired of dooming, but I still appreciate the time to train with this guy. The other soldiers come out of hand with care, and Soichi and I are too strong to be trained.

"Look, let's go?

"... Gu"

As provoking this one, the tip of the long sword sways loosely. Are you going to attack me, or is the purpose of pushing this one mentally? Funny how I react to confusion, Mr. O'Brien chuckles.

The cutting-edge cannot be stepped in the way, and Mr. O'Brien moves at the same time and falls back just as much. I know on my head that I will be beaten up again in this kind of backhanded fight, but my body really can't move. Although a training sword, it hurts if you hit it, and that fear is even worse because I know that Mr. O'Brien's skill is as simple as cutting meat and breaking bones.

"Good luck, Yamada!

"Captain, show me where you're dressed again!

Mr. O'Brien responds by waving to that cheer. I can afford it. I guess I don't have any feelings for dealing with me.

I'm called by Soichi too, but I can't afford to respond to it. Just move in time and your breath will be disturbed. Sweat transmits the cheek, and I can put my strength into my hand holding the long sword.

"Dude, it's just an arm test. We're not going to kill each other, so why don't we just take it easy?"

"- Even if they say so."

"Don't you back off frightened and stick it forward? The first thing you're missing is your readiness."

That's what they say, swallowing the saliva that accumulates in my mouth. Oh, yeah. I remember how I was supposed to get this guy to work out. This demon is overflowing, danger is next to each other, and death is always attached. I would have wanted strength to survive in such a world, not to be wrapped around my feet.

I exhale one breath into that word of Mr. O'Brien and calm my heart. I'm not entirely comfortable, but I'm ready. Out front. Point the sword, slash, slash, kill, kill. The taking of life. I'm not ready for that yet, but so I can step out at that moment.

"I'll go."

"I don't need a declaration or anything. Just take the first step, fool."

Mr. O'Brien will take care of it. Even though I said I could stand, I just took the long sword on my shoulder.

Nature. I feel more intimidated even though I have no power whatsoever. If you step in, you're definitely going to kill me. This man's sword is an auspicious sword. A special blow. If taken, each sword will be smashed and each armor will be torn apart. It's suicidal to take it, and I'm not skilled enough to avoid it. But still, we have to step in. Moving forward or not. To show its readiness.

I can't wrap my hands around my feet, I can handle it. It's not just such a mouthful of words, to show readiness.

Mr. O'Brien has an extra look at what he thinks of my inner grid. Laughing with pleasure, I'm just sitting there tattooed.

Towards him like that, I go in from the front. There is little protection for the goddess or other world correction. Just physical ability to the extent that hair has grown in the average person. The old man reacts without surprise to that full step. When I wondered if the long sword that was on my shoulder had moved a little, the next moment I was being slapped to the ground of stripping. Gravel and dust strike, blocking sight.

But I was reading about the attack. Hold the sword firmly in your hand as you circle into the blind spot on your right arm. A flash of grit. Pointing a sword at a person is unexpectedly mentally tiring. But I tried not to think about the sole, and I swung through the long sword. Cancer, and shock enough that your hands are going to be paralyzed. A long sword that I thought I had pulled out was bounced back by a sword that I couldn't help but notice. I should have slapped him on the ground earlier on, but what trick would tear my eyes off.

That momentary gap. I did feel the pressure I felt from Mr. O'Brien increased. The body, being, feels big all around. All I can do is look at an old knight with two hands who can lift up a long sword. At the next moment, my body was moving before I could think with my head, and I was taking that blow with a long sword in my hand. It blows up as it is and rolls down the ground.

I don't realize the rough breath belongs to me, I just look up at the sky as I fall asleep. I don't have the feeling of a long sword I should have had in my hand. My hands are paralyzed. You rolled over and rubbed it off. Your body's savings and your dead throat aches from exhaling too much.

"That's it for today. Come to the library after dinner."

"Yes, sir."

When I replied that way, Soichi, who looked worried, peered at me when he fell.

"So, are you okay?

"Mmm...... oh. I'm sorry."

"No, you don't."

Little, child-faced Soichi has somewhere girly to look at. Because my sister Yayoi is an adult, or when she lines up, she even looks like a twin. When I say that, I insist, but that's what I'm talking about again. What, you feel like you're kidding? Besides, all of the tricks... For example, you think you're going to give me the look I just apologized for? Things go crazy. I stand up vaguely distorting my mouth because I feel sorry that I lost in front of such Zoichi.

When I get up, now the soldiers who were watching my earlier training will speak the words of labor. Apparently, there's more intimacy in me than in Soichi Tatsu, who has the strength of human separation, being rolled by Mr. O'Brien this way. How subtle, but just undeniable is better? If you say you're vulnerable to being summoned to save the world, you might not be able to get back on your feet.

Walk with that in mind and stir it all at once with a cup of wood equipped with water that wasn't cold at all from the water bottle provided in the corner of the training area. Soichi was swinging his sword at the center of the training ground at some point. There is no such thing as shape, but it is a momentum from its bullshit physical ability or just sword pressure that seems to kill things. I envy you, really. I don't have the physical ability like the rest of them, so I just have to remember from the way I wave my sword in the tunnel. For a moment, I'm going to be jealous of my younger child and shake my head. Keep pumping another glass of water and stir all at once. Fucking delicious. Drinking too much momentum, water overflowing from the edge of my mouth wets my clothes but even that feels good. Due to the exhilaration of training and the fever of the wounds struck down, I felt cold water that should not have been cold.

"Ah."

"Mmm."

Looking back at that voice, there stood a girl with semi-long dark hair, a white blouse on a long pleated skirt, feather-woven blazer from above. It seems to be the uniform I wore at the middle school in the world where I was. Next to it, the same brunette girl. As she stretched her lustrous hair to her waist, she was Yayoichi, Soichi's sister. This one is dressed like the typical medieval (fantasy) style movie in this world. And the girl in uniform is Furong, a childhood tame of Soichi and Yayoichi.

Scratch your cheeks as you are pointed at your gaze that even feels its cold.

"Also, get hurt like that..."

"Ugh."

"I think we should leave the fight to us and Mr. Yamada should wait at the castle. Mr. Fujido, with his sweater."

When they say that tiredly of sighing, they get out of sight of pity. You're absolutely right. This girl, ten years younger than herself, is right, I'm not fit for battle. I'm sure I can't even beat this sorcerer girl, instead of my friends who got Soichi and other battle-based abilities from the goddess. I feel sorry for that, but I can't say it back.

What did you think of me like that, or did you lose interest?

"Now if you'll excuse me."

A courtesy, Furong walks towards Soichi. Instead, Yayoshi's gonna come flat on my left arm. At the same time as I feel the warmth, the fatigue and pain I was feeling disappear.

"That's convenient. A miracle in sorcery. It's really fantasy."

"Hehe, you say the same thing about Inoue."

Yayoi laughs at me when I say it as I shake my wound-healing arm prapraprapra. After all, I'm glad you laughed at me this way. I don't hate Zubazuba like Furong, but I'm a little bad at it. Besides, I've never seen this world summon me to smile yet. I don't know, I've been so careful. Maybe that kid can't afford it either.

"Please don't hate Ami"

"Yeah?"

"Well, isn't it tight to talk to people you're unfamiliar with?

"Uh... well, that's it"

"I hope so."

No, well, yeah.

I want you to guess your true intentions around being able to only cloud words vaguely. Furong on that topic is talking to Scarlet Yong, who was down the sword with Soichi.

"I'm worried about being Amy. So that we can all go home alive."

"I know. Yayoi is so sweet."

"Hehe. Now if you'll excuse me, too."

Yes, I said no, and Yayoichi walks to Soichi as well. Brave men are amazing. Even though we are here, there are three beautiful girls around Soichi. One of them is my sister.

Exhale as you look up into the sky. I want a weapon. A weapon that kills God. In order not to get stuck. Even if I can't protect you, at least I can fight with the kids.

Goddess, I haven't had my wish fulfilled yet.

Unlike me, watching Soichi surrounded by soldiers makes me feel very sad in my chest. Shake your neck sideways, exhale deeply, smile bitterly and abandon that thought.

- I want to be a hero, too.

Second, I am concerned about the medal given to me by the goddess Astraela and take it out of my pocket.

Gold medal. Nothing unusual except the fact that the gem is embedded. This is the weapon that kills God, the goddess said. This is just a medal. Would you like me to buy a weapon now? I have no idea what that means.

Utano told me the other day, but isn't it just a hassle?

"Psst, ha-ha-ha - you don't look good at all."

"What are you laughing at, the featherworm there?"

"Who's the feather!?

"… May"

When I'm stiffening my hair with paint, I get laughed out of my voice by a girl sleeping on the bed in the room. Wouldn't it look so good on you? I spit evil in my mouth, but I get anxious in my heart. I only had enough fingers in my hands that I needed to feel better in this world. I have a lot of knowledge, but in the end I do. This makes it easier to wear luxurious armor to see the king. Then all you have to do is wear what you have prepared.

The girl on the bed - a fairy with a dolly appearance, Anastasia laughs as she rolls on the bed without even worrying about the dress skirt rolling, so this is another pure white cloth peeking through the white dress skirt from time to time. But, well, I don't have enough perverted preferences to crave a little puppet-like on a boulder. Instead, she starts fixing her hair with concern. As far as the mirror goes, it shouldn't be that bad, but is it the human psyche that makes me a little nervous when I get laughed at too much?

When I wear a little beautiful white shirt and prepare a black tie, I look like a salaried man who works for some company. I remember the old days and feel a little nostalgic, but they sure don't look good on me. I'm not an anastasia, but I have something to laugh at. Is that because I spent most of my time in travel gear since I was summoned to this world?

"What do you say, Elmenhilde?

'Well, aren't you okay? Later, clothes. Do you have any left?

"I don't feel like I've seen it. I just wonder if I can still wear it..."

My room remains a year old, and the clothes and furniture I got ready at that time are nicely organized. Some of them are superior clothes made from good fabrics. The only problem is that it was prepared three years ago. I don't think my height has changed much, but now that I have muscles and my body is getting bigger once, can I wear clothes then? That's the problem.

He still remembered how to wrap the tie, and he could wrap it up amazingly nicely himself. I don't know, it seems so easy to remember what I learned once.

"Heh, clever."

"'Cause I'm used to rolling."

"What a surprise."

"Range doesn't care about your taste."

"Uhm."

"Don't sound great. I don't look good."

Anastasia seems to care for her taste quite a bit, but she's not helping at all right now. He just looks at me dressed up and laughs or gets stunned. What a rude queen. When he thinks he's the greatest man in the fairy family, he's worried about the fairy's future.

Well, the other fairies aren't so different from Anastasia, and the idea is fun comes first.

"And what's wrong, all of a sudden? I don't look good at all."

"We're going to dinner with Ami."

'That's why we have to tap into the range. Go home because you're in the way, Featherworm'

"Who's the feather, medal woman? What... Huh?

What the hell is that noise? Turning to the bed with that in mind, the fairy, who had laughed down until earlier, was up with a strange face. It wouldn't be the fault of my chi that that look looks angry. From the height difference or in a way that looks up to me. I'm not scared at all.

"Why aren't you inviting me!?

"Invite or fool"

If I did that, Ami wouldn't know what to say. I mean, they say, what do they do?

I haven't spoken to you, but I know why you think you two are going to dinner together, and what you're going to do when you betray that expectation - so much so that you're reminded that you don't like it on your own. No, I know perfectly well that it's not funny when you make fun of me for something like this. Yeah. I'm not a kid forever either. Twenty-eight. My mind is still meant to be a boy, but I'm old enough to have to read the air as well.

I don't know what you think of the area, Anastasia has her lips pointed cutely apparently wanting to go out for dinner with her. That's probably why I'm protesting. I want you to give me a break.

"Now Aya..."

"Next time, next time."

I want you to stop saying things like I use other colors. Turn a frightened gaze at Anastasia, who is creating a serious-looking atmosphere as she bites her finger. What the hell are you looking at me like? I mean, what kind of character does everyone think you are, me? Earlier, since the ninth season, I've just been told whether to have a relationship with a woman or something, so I can usually cry. No, I don't cry about this though.

Even if it isn't, I have a tough gaze from Utano about Solnea. How did you convince me? The easiest way would be to finish the face-to-face meeting tomorrow. I want to be freed from suspicion. Well, I don't even think Solnea is pretty, but I don't think anyone is clever enough to use color on him. If you do that, you're going to hurt someone somewhere. That's how stupid I can tell. Even though I don't have a foothold on Elle, there are things about Utano and Ami.

I think Harlem is great. Unless you are a party.

"Now this time. If I defeat the demon god, he disappears on his own, and if he thinks he finally sees me in the king's capital, he doesn't play much, and he doesn't invite me to dinner. Not cold?"

"Your opponent is tired."

"I think it's too rude, the way you put it"

"Not at all."

"You probably are, too, Medal Woman"

'That's not true. I'm Range's partner. "

No, you. You don't usually like it when people say you're a partner. Why do you say it so happily only at a time like this?

I don't know, am I the only one who feels very complicated? I'm happy, but I'm not happy. Elmen Hilde who doesn't notice my insides like that. I'm sure if you could see the look on your face, you'd be deciding on a fine doya face.

"Look, don't fight. I can tell you that, you guys."

"Mm."

"Ugh."

Turn to the two of you who will be quiet when you give your knitwear's name, and sigh to hear it. You mean you can't beat a kid, or something. These two are very honest because you know that knitting saddens you when you fight. That's well, I'm the same.

"It's cowardly to give Yui's name, Range"

"Really. It's cheating, Range '

"That's the only place you get along, you guys"

"We don't have any friends. Hey, medal woman."

"Exactly, featherworm."

What do you think? Where did the angry face go earlier, opening the closet provided for the room to choose the clothes to wear while hammering the appropriate gavel to Anastasia, who will have a conversation while loosening her mouth. It would be made of quality wood, which, for what it sees, seems sturdy, but its fruit is very light. I can open both doors with a little force. Close the closet with a few pieces of clothes inside.

The Fujido store I'm going to tonight is a well-known hidden shop. No, I think it's okay to be more famous because one of the heroes who saved the world works for a store manager, but it's not that famous because of the location conditions. Anyway, it's not built in the first place on the main street, it's set up a shop in the alley.

Besides, even though I open a store at that place, I haven't done a single piece of publicity. Honestly, it is Utano's valve whether he is willing to do business. By the way, I was also told by Utano using the map of Wangdu without being able to find it myself. That's how hard it is to understand.

"Next time, I'll take you somewhere. Patience me today."

"Really?"

"Maybe. If you feel like it, or something like that."

"You're unwilling to take me!

Return a light mouth to Anastasia, troubling her head about her clothes.

Of course. Even I'm not that warm. Nothing, I can't afford to take you to dinner even though you're not the person I'm looking out for. Listening to Anastasia's protest, I will now try to put some easy sleeves through it. It's something I had prepared over two years ago, so I'm tight on boulders. Trouble, I hold my head in front of the mirror. It would be difficult to get boulders to have clothes ready between now and night. Is it easy to go out to the garment store and buy clothes that look like that? Talk to your head about your nostalgia, and think about your behavior through the night.

Are you unhappy with that response, Anastasia rising out of bed. Healthy thighs (thighs) that seem to use the help of the Spirit of the Wind and whose skirts shake and are thin and white, but never meaty, peek in a flicker. Very eye poison.

"I'll buy you oak skewers at the stall on the way home."

"Die."

What a noisy little thing to say. Guys with weird tastes will be happy just because their looks are adorable. Like Kotaro, or Kotaro? Later, Kotaro. He's distracted from Kitchen II, but the contents are there.

With that in mind, the door to the room was knocked. Turning to his face, he leaves for a moment and the door opens, causing the sweatshirt to peek into his face. Behind it, Night, a black armored ghost knight, refrains. Has Anastasia come looking for you as well?

"Oh, Yui."

"Excuse me, Mr. Lotus."

"Whoa. What's up, Knitty? If you're looking for Anastasia, take me home. Ermenhilde and I had a fight."

"Hey, you suddenly say!?

Anastasia shouts aloud and Knight closes the door at the same time. With the sad look on your face, Knightshirt approaches Anastasia, who is rising beside her bed.

I wonder what it is. I feel like I've done something wrong, too. Anastasia, with such a look on her face, wanders her gaze at me and Elmen Hilde. My gaze turns to me from time to time, but I can't help it. Give it up.

Night walking fast without leaving behind such a knit is awesome surreal.

"... Ana?

"Chi, chi... it's not a fight. He said it wasn't a fight. Hey, Range? It's not a fight, is it?

Sleeve through your clothes while pretending not to hear you ask for that help. It's still small.... but I can't even manage to wear it. Can you handle this?

Words Few words The voice of Knights blaming Anastasia and the voice of Anastasia coming for backup. Knight can't talk, so if you hold back behind Knights silently, it just looks like Knights is on your side. Elmen Hilde and Anastasia alone were busy enough, but I laugh bitterly in the room that got busier than that. I think I've often said that it would be fornicating if three women came by.

"Hey, knitwear. This way, this way, which one looks better?

I decided to look at some clothes that I could wear and ask for your opinion. Anastasia is exhaling relief because her gaze has slipped away like that. Why are you so vulnerable to Knights? Well, I somehow know that when kids get mad, they feel guilty.

When you start picking out clothes while listening to Knights and Elmen Hilde, Anastasia rolls out to bed again if you're bored. Now that I have a sweater, my skirt seems to care.

"Hey, Range"

"What's up?

"Dating Ami, fun?

"I don't know if it's a date. Well, that's exciting."

"It's a date. You're going out for dinner with me, aren't you?

"I mean. Where did you learn to date?

"Just now, to Yui"

I heard something else to get off topic, but I'm slightly surprised that a slightly unexpected name comes out of Anastasia's mouth. I didn't think you cared much about that. No, well, I'm sixteen now. Is it natural that you should be interested in such matters? Should we rejoice in growth or should we be in a hurry to finally start showing interest in such things? I don't dare, I want to ask if anyone is there.

When I turned my gaze to that knit, I was nowhere near where I had been before. When he moved, he was blushing and pushing Anastasia down on the bed. I know you want to block your mouth, but it just looks like you two are falling down because you're a knit with less motor nerves. The difference in height is that the race is different in the first place, so I feel like I'm pushing it down rather than falling. At that time, because they are both skirts, I confirm for a moment that various problems are occurring. Cough up and point your gaze at the window, but the silent intimidation of Ermenhilde and Knight is awesome. If you are a person with a weak heart, you may have a level of seizures.

In a room like that, which in a way cannot be called a training ground, I blurt out the window and look at the sky.

"It's nice to be busy, yeah"

"Where were you looking? What 'd you see? Hmm? '

Whoa, Mr. Knight. Stop standing beside me with intimidation. Because it's bad for the heart.

And Elmen Hilde. If I turn a weird eye on you and Anastasia, I'll be fine first because I can't forgive myself. Don't worry.

Nevertheless, I think.

"What's wrong, Mr. Lotus?

"Oh, no"

Ami, dressed in a deep pale tight dress with fur-like shoulders made of superior demonic fur from above, talks to look up at this one. Should I not care that my elbows are likely to touch each other? Hermen Hilde, who normally does not read the air here, is also a quiet one because he now deposits it with Utano.

At dinner. I think in my head of a map to the path of Fujido as I walk side by side on a boulevard that has become considerably less crowded.

"Isn't it cold?

"Hehe. No, I'm fine."

That's what I'm saying, Ami. I'm coming over here with my body. Pretending not to notice that, I scratch my cheek with my opposite hand from Ami standing.

You're in a good mood. What kind of reply would you give me if I asked? I was curious about that, but decided not to ask and only slowed down the speed of walking a little. Ami feels taller than usual because she wears heel-like shoes with high heels? The unraveled hair sways brightly in the wind and in the light of the magic lamp. The lightly applied makeup fits Ami better than the girls her age.

Um, I was sneaking around the side of Ami, who also enjoys the cold, and when I noticed that hair, I was chasing it with my eyes. Eighteen. Between a girl and a woman? You mean you've grown, or you've become beautiful. Is this how you feel about parents who are happy with their daughter's growth? It distracts me to think about such a stupid thing.

"Should I have even borrowed a carriage?

"You don't have to worry about it. Besides, can't you afford that much money?

"Mm."

"Besides, look, isn't it fun to talk while you walk?

If you say so, there is no way to deny it. I don't think it's a bad idea to walk around talking like this, either. As I walked rubbing off with several residents, I finally found a landmark tool shop. There is a shop with Fujido in the alley from here. Ami also seems to remember Fujido's shop, where she is taught to pull the sleeves of her clothes with weak force.

What a feeling it feels like. Hide the broken mouth with the opposite hand and enter the alley. When I say alleyways, they seem to be cleaned, and I don't get that dirty impression. However, there are still few people on the street. We're surprised there's only a few men and women walking.

"You don't have a lot of people, I knew it"

"True, isn't it? Because it's popular there, I think Fujido's cooking skills are amazing."

"Right. Even so, why did you set up a shop in a place where there were so few people like this?"

It's about him, so I guess it's a good idea to have fewer guests but someone eat the food.

Hiragi Fujido. He's one of my guys, the cook. A stranger who said he was summoned by another world but gained a culinary psychic. I'm ex-gratia, and I don't like people. I'm bad at talking, drawn-in ideas. Still, he's one of those people who walked desperately and traveled with him.

Walking around remembering what Fujido looked like a year ago, I was finally able to find the store I was looking for.

"Finally found..."

"Finally?"

"I've searched several times since I came to Wangdu, but I couldn't find it."

Besides, because of Utano-san's debt, is it bad that he prioritized making money over looking for Fujido's shop?

With that in mind, I look up at the store in front of me. The exterior is a wooden strut and stone wall building, which seems to be well built. The place that I think was damaged when I bought it is also properly reinforced. When you look at it with your fingers, it's an unlikely feeling in this world. Is this concrete?

When he turns his gaze to Ami, he is nodding with an ambiguous smile. It must be Kudo who prepared it. I don't know how he prepared cement or anything, but his psychic powers are 'tool making'. Until it is said that it has been made. I'm not really surprised now because I have a priori that I made a bomb out of just something that was falling off the side of the road on my journey. I gathered all the stuff I needed to make cement, even though they said it was going to end with "Oh, wow."

The name of the store is Happiness's Little Bird Pavilion. The exterior is a slightly unusual private house, so I feel like only that sign floats unusually.

"That's a pretty good shop."

"Yes, I've made a few faces too, but the atmosphere is good."

"That's exciting."

When I walked into the store with the swing door shut, the gaze of the people in the store turned towards me. But that number is never high. Feels like there are about ten customers for two employees. After that, there are enough people cooking in the cooking area. The cooking area cannot be seen as a dead end from the entrance. Perhaps Fujido is in the cooking area, too. The shop looks like a two-story building with a view of the stairs in the back. We talked about not doing the inn, so upstairs is Fujido's living room?

Welcome, I am led to my seat listening to the employee's voice. By the way, the employee's uniform was made-up clothing. The frilled head kachusha suits me well. I knew he was a man, too, and I don't have to wonder.

When I was thinking about it, Ami gave me the back of my hand. I'm more scared of Ami's smile than that pain, so I walk to the table as I'm guided.

"Looks like you're making enough money to hire an employee."

"Right. Doesn't sound like much publicity, but it seems to be getting popular with testimonials."

That said, Ami gave me a menu prepared for the table. Even so, that number is not so high.

There is no such thing as a courier in this world, and there is no way to secure ingredients in a stable manner, so I can't help it until then. It would be easier to collect materials than the local villages because it is the Wang capital, but still it would be difficult to get them cheap. But you have a good salad relationship because you can make connections with farmers like that? Is it about meat? Oak meat...... I have it circulated everywhere.

Later, it would be a noodle dish hardly seen in this world at all. When I look at other customers' tables, everyone asks for noodle dishes.

"I guess the food in our world is rare in this world."

"Right. I can only eat at this store, so it seems to be popular with the average person. It doesn't seem to be very well known yet though. It's not even royal food."

"No, you're not answering."

Well, when I get out, I'm out and it tastes good. After all, the difficulty of spreading cuisine in different worlds is a lot. In this world, it's different from what you get from materials. I recall you saying it was a struggle to find substitutes as well. Besides, is it one of the causes that makes it unique? I'm not familiar with it, but even udon noodles are squeezed in a mixture of flour, water and salt.

Instead of emptiness, decide what to order with a recipe full of mistakes in mind. Noodle dishes, of course. I ordered Yuzumi udon and salad, and Ami ordered carbonara. No, well, I don't have to wonder if a date, or what I ask for when I dine with a girl, is a moonshine udon. I want some, udon. Is this the handbeaten udon that Fujido pinched?

"Is that enough?

"Yes, I don't eat that much."

"If you care how I look, you don't have to worry about me, do you?

"... the way you put it, you're kind of like your father. Mr. Lotus."

"To the boulder, you're not that old.... maybe. At least leave it to your brother."

"Hehe. The atmosphere sounds like it. See, that's how Soichi sees Mr. Lotus."

Father, it's a boulder. The person who said he had trouble reacting is shaking his shoulder when he sees my face. The look I usually find adorable also makes me look adult because I have my hair down.

You noticed my gaze like that, and I lean over trying to get out of my sight to hide that smile. In the pale light source of the magic lamp, I loosen my mouth slightly to Ami's adorability, which shrinks to embarrassment.

"I miss you."

"Huh?"

In my words, the face that was leaning up.

"When I was just here in this world, you see. We wouldn't have talked much, would we?

"Oh, that's..."

"I used to talk to Soichi and Yayoichi all the time when I was eating dinner like this."

"Ugh."

Somehow, when Ami had just come to this world, I thought she was familiar with people, or building walls with others. I know there was a lot going on in my family relationship, and I've heard some details. So I know I can't help that either, and I think this is how we can talk about it right now.

Ami was Ami, reddening her cheeks remembering her old self like that.

"... Lotus, too, has changed"

"Really?

"Yes."

If you're so sure, there's a lot of sadness. If you stray from your gaze to look out the window, you exhale deeply.

"What was I like back in the day?

"Huh?"

"Ami..."

So, I cut the word. I don't know how to ask. It's just a little embarrassing to hear you like it. Rather than that, he said how overconfident. If I were a woman, I wouldn't even care about such a heckly old man.

or so, I can't think of any other good words impromptu. Stuck in words for a moment, Ami waiting for my words like that.

"- Have you changed with me when I used to travel?

In the end, I look for such a hard word. Sighing at myself like that, I turn my gaze out the window to Ami.

There were just beautiful eyes staring straight at this one. My gaze overlaps, but my eyes are strong with no shaking dimensions. This one is about to get barometric pressure.

"Yes."

With its strength in its dwelling eyes, it is nodded.

"The old Lotus was better dressed"

"Looking good, huh?"

What an ambiguous word. Now and back in the day, I don't know how I've changed, but I can't believe I don't look good right now. Well, I don't deny it. She has been a woman in the past. But...

"Right."

"Hehe."

I don't think I want to betray this girl's eyes, the trust of the woman who always supported me, the people who told me I was the leader. I want to protect it.

The movement of the Demon Nation, the existence of a Solnea, the absence of the Demon God. With all the information I have, I have a feeling the world is going to move again. When that happens, I'll be fighting with Ermenhilde again. No matter how much you hate fighting, it's not like you can get away with it.

At that time, like then - to not lose anyone else, like I sacrificed Elle to kill the demon god. I need to make up my mind to step out.

"Well, I'm not dressed right now,"

"That's not true. Mr. Lotus looks good now, doesn't he?

"You're not. You don't have to tell me, do you? Look, your face is red, too."

"... please don't notice anything like that anymore."

I shudder my shoulders as I look at Ami pointing at my lips. I dress like an adult in a corner, but that look is childish. I'm sure this is the kind of childish look that a girl named Ami really looks like. That's what I think, it turns around and gives me a full smile.

That's how we talked, the dishes we were ordering were arranged on the table. Udon, which is hot air, stimulates my appetite very much. Ami's Carbonara also looks very tasty.

"I'll do my best."

"Huh?"

"Nothing. I'll have it."

Hands together, sipping udon. Ami is talking about wanting me to say it again but I can't hear her. Yeah, cosy and good udon. That's Fujido. He's doing his best job. Steal a glimpse of Ami while thinking about such a gourmet reporter.

You gave up if I didn't tell you anymore, and now you're turning to the carbonara you asked for. I'm about to be blinded by a trick that's holding my lowered hair down with my hands. Looking at that look, I think.

- I couldn't be a hero.

Then I guess we should at least move on to Wushu Luo. Like old times. Like a year ago.

"Martial Games......"

"Yes?"

"No, a militant tournament. Just a little bit, jerk off, I guess."

Yall, I don't think I can win to the point where I'm aware of it. Still, it could change a little.

Then it would make sense to be jealous.

I'm not a hero.

But I used to admire heroes, too.