The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Am I the only one who, in a way, feels good watching the dishes arranged on a large table for a large number of people decrease? The unfamiliar chopsticks have already been placed on the table and I turn my gaze to Muru, who is now eating udon with a fork. Mululu, who had only been watching the dishes for a while, also looked up when he noticed my gaze.

"... what?

"No, I thought you could eat a lot."

"Delicious."

"That's good. It's my friend's cooking, I'm glad you said so."

"Yes."

I tilt my neck without knowing what that means why I can have a full smile there. But it's weird to think about things I don't know, so I stretch my chopsticks out to my own dish, too. It was soba noodles that I asked for. Solnea is asking for the same thing and eating it with unfamiliar chopsticks. If you want to eat that much, you don't have to wish you could eat with a fork, like Mululu. No, I told him to use a fork once, but somehow he's stubbornly bound to using chopsticks. I don't know why I would be enthusiastic, but I think it would be fine if I wanted to use it in person. It would be nice to watch. Since the noodles grow, I also want them to be eaten quickly.

Miss Francesca and Faerona don't seem very adventurous, and they also order common spaghetti dishes in this world. This one uses the fork cleverly and eats beautifully. Truly, they are the two people who become like that. Solnea is... Beauty is struggling with a meal, maybe this is good to be unexpected.

After that, dishes like fried or stewed vegetables are lined up on the table. And what stands out most is the sashimi? Fish dishes are rare in this world, and I wonder if they only cook to the extent of salting river fish. The sea is an area of demons, not fished or otherwise. Even in commercial cities by the sea, there are not many sea fish out there. Not at all, but few in number and variety. As a result, the number of fish dishes is low in itself, and many inland people do not know that there are fish in the sea.

Now, among such fish dishes, raw, fish-eating sashimi would not be the level of freshness for the inhabitants of this world. In fact, I'm the only one who asked to be eating.

"But food from different worlds is delicious."

"Sashimi's delicious, too, huh?

"... is it something you can eat in Nama?

"Well. And some wasabi would be great."

"I don't know, if you're delicious, that's fine."

Apparently, he's not at all willing to eat it. From Fayrona, who lived in the woods, I guess the seafood itself is a rarity. I haven't even gotten my hands on fried fish made with slices of fish.

As I stretched my chopsticks to the sashimi with a bitter smile at that word of Faerona, Miss Francesca and Solnea have also stretched out their chopsticks from the side.

"Oh."

"Anything?"

"No, anything. Are you okay?"

These two don't show any difficulty, especially in sashimi. I guess you're stepping on it because I'm eating it. Miss Francesca stabs her with a fork and Solnea splits the sashimi into her own small plate as she shivers the tip of the chopstick.

"Where I lived, sashimi is a luxury item."

"Really?

"I eat fish raw. It's dangerous if the freshness isn't good, so I've had a lot of trouble keeping it fresh."

"A lot, is it?

"Oh, so many things."

That's what I say, I put a sashimi in my mouth like I cut a conversation. I like to use it as a topic, but I'm not familiar with it at all. Besides, it would be difficult for Lady Francesca and the others to understand me when I talk about my world. Is that what makes you weird and confused? Failed to select topic, I don't even think. Besides, I was just living in poverty when I said it was a luxury product.

I haven't told Solnea about my situation, so I find it a little cumbersome to go with the Francesca ladies. But Sole shouldn't be that long either. I'll have to put up with it for a while now, but I'm not gonna take care of Solnea forever.

"Nevertheless. Well done, Miss Francesca"

"Yes?"

"Preliminary. Honestly, I didn't think I'd be able to fight that well."

"... at first, he said he might lose"

Let's keep quiet there, Mulu.

The advice, Miss Francesca, is solidified by an indescribable look. One cough and a sip of tea.

"Congratulations, maybe we'll fight in the main battle"

"Huh?"

"No, I'm going to the main battle, too. Maybe we'll hit it, right?

"Oh... are you sure?

"Well, yeah."

"You're mean, you are"

Shoulder over the words of Faerona. The actual opponent is Soichi, but I'm the only one who knows about it. It would be a little better to make fun of Miss Francesca this way. Maybe I grew up somewhere I didn't know and felt a little lonely.

Besides, congratulations are sincere. As someone who knows Miss Francesca when we first met, it really makes me happy to see all that growth in just a few months.

"When I first met him, he said he was about to get killed by a goblin opponent."

"Remember yet..."

"Don't forget."

When I say that and laugh kaka, I lean ashamed. That kind of trick hasn't changed at all since we first met.

He tried to crusade the goblins even though he had no experience, crying. She will now compete in the main battle of the Martial Arts Games. I still don't know how many grades I can get, but I really want you to do your best to be satisfied.

"Old Fran?

"It's not as old as it used to be. Miss Francesca was trying to crusade Goblin for the first time, so I know."

"Ho."

"At that time, they really nearly killed me. What would have happened if I hadn't helped?"

"Yes...... then, thank you so much. What would have happened if Lady Range hadn't helped me..."

"No, I'm in trouble if they're serious about apologizing,"

"That's not true. Thanks to Master Range, we were able to make it to the main battle at the Martial Arts Games."

As far as I'm concerned, it was meant to be a joke. For Miss Francesca, the fear of that time still seems strongly rooted in her heart.

Well, I guess that's why she can work desperately hard now, without being forced or impotent. Even though I have little combat experience, I have not become a Tengu even if I can fight demons around the King's Capital or become strong enough to remain a winner in a militant tournament. It's growing to look good, maybe.

"Isn't that gratitude to Fayrona, not me?

I'm sorry to tell you, but I don't remember doing anything to her. If you insist, did you ever talk about pitfall magic as a trump card when fighting orcs when you first met them? And then, as much as I taught you the basics of adventure and the demonic ecology.

I've never taught you how to swing a sword, or how to fight. I don't think the word "thanks" would suit me like that.

"The only thing I or Mululu taught you is to be careful when fighting. As for the sword, Francesca saw it and remembered."

"Sword...... it's me?

"Uh, yes"

Faerona uses more bows than swords, and Mululu fights his own flesh as a weapon. Inevitably, I come to the conclusion that it would be my battle that Miss Francesca was watching. What an embarrassment.

But. Reminds me of Miss Francesca's battle in the arena (Coliseum). I'm telling you, I'm not sure I can fight that magnificently. In addition to swordsmanship, magic can be used even in direct combat. There was still some rough shredding, but he looked strong enough as an adventurer at one end. I wonder if it will also have its appearance and be quite popular in the main battle. It seems to be a sample of her sword. As far as I'm concerned, what a sad and pitiful thing to do.

In fact, it was Mr. O'Brien who taught me the sword, but is it also a question of me not being able to use his sword? He's a one-strike, special sword, a lightweight, fast sword I can attack by hand. And Miss Francesca is a magnificent sword that pairs swords with witchcraft. In words, I don't think they look alike at all.

"Was it similar to my battle?

"Not at all"

Asked Mululu to try it and he was instantly answered. I agree.

"Right. That's all I've got."

"Range swords are more clever"

It's not gorgeous. That's what I tried to say, I was blocked from words by Muru.

"Mululu is right..."

"I think you'll get the point. What do you think of the neighborhood, Master?

"Who is the master? I don't remember teaching you the sword."

"... ugh"

At the same time Miss Francesca groaned and Mululu stared at me. You're close, you guys. With a little envy, it bothers my head how I answered.

Rather than that, as far as I'm concerned, I think it would be awesome enough if I could just fight it magnificently. At least, three months after I came to this world, I felt like I was desperately waving my sword and had nothing moulded. No matter how much you can swing your sword in training, you can't keep a tenth alive in action. As far as I know, Miss Francesca's efforts are considerable. On the contrary, I want to give it up.

"I guess I don't have a clever sword."

"Really?

"My sword is clumsy. I fought a demon stronger than me, and I was just desperately waving it. There was someone who taught me the basics, but it was about a month."

Later, it started with goblins and oaks, and famous people-shaped demons like zombies, hawkmans and vampires on Lizardman. Beings shaped far from the likes of Trent, Garm, Golem, Kimyra and Dragon. If I had fought them and waved my sword to survive, it would have taken its present form. I can't say very clever, it would be a clumsy sword everywhere. At least, I think so.

My sword looks like a clever sword to my people. Sure, it is a sword that has slashed various races, but what a grim story.

"Hehe."

"I don't think it suits me to be clever."

Yes. When I respond with a scratch of my head, Miss Francesca and Mululu look at me with a Kyotong face. Faerona loosens her mouth when she sees me in trouble with such a gaze. The only thing that doesn't change is Solnea looking at me with the same face and no emotion.

"Isn't it trusted"

"Not at all."

Nor am I confident in the voice that answers the words of Ermenhilde. Indeed, I could experience that (demon crusade) journey cannot be experienced by ordinary people. I also think I've grown beyond the adventurers in line. It's not a game or a comic book, but fighting the strong, traveling experience, that's one of my strengths.

That is the same for Miss Francesca, who has experienced many journeys that are too difficult for new adventurers to encounter. Families of demon gods, ambushes of demons, encounters in the forest of rotten spirits. Maybe I've got too much experience to turn into.

"Well, I'm sure glad you were looking at my sword"

"Huh?"

"Really. I've grown to look different since the beginning."

"No, that's fine."

Ha, ha. I also kind of hate that I'm the only one who can light it, so I decide to get Miss Francesca involved as well. It's that I feel lighter just remembering Miss Francesca, who was attacked by goblins, hung up on death, and cried. Oh, you calm down.

"You're being mean."

It's the usual thing.

Feirona and Mululu laugh small as they tease Miss Francesca as she puts fried fish rinds in her mouth. Perhaps my blindfold has noticed. Would it be that easy to understand, me?

"What do you say? Is the rind delicious?

"It feels weird. If you're chewing, it'll taste good."

"Ha. That's really weird."

I guess it's an unfamiliar texture, Mululu looks like he's in trouble somewhere. When that look made me laugh funny, I got kicked in the leg under the table. It didn't hurt at all because I didn't have the strength.

"What are you doing, you guys?"

"... all together"

"What's wrong?

"Nothing"

Rather, when I respond to Elmenhilde's voice, I respond appropriately because Mulu reacts. Miss Francesca looks forward to enjoying such a conversation with Mululu, which can always be said to be the way it is. Perhaps you noticed that I reacted to Elmenhilde's voice. Recently, the prospect for such a place may have also become sharper.

In the end, even after that, I ended up eating the dishes I asked to be eating laughing and laughing as usual, instead of having the atmosphere of a celebration. Mostly, Mululu ate it. I know you eat a lot of sornair, but it still doesn't seem far to Mululu. Still, I eat nearly twice as much as Miss Francesca.

When I finish accounting and leave the store, I tremble on my shoulders in the cold air in an alley with few people. Maybe I should have said hello to Fujido, but I didn't show my face today because I felt like keeping the Francesca ladies waiting. Well, if you want to see me, you can always see me, okay?

"That's the main battle of the militant tournament right away. Are you confident enough to win?

"No way. But I'm just gonna fuck around a little bit"

"Ho."

"I guess that's not even sweet enough to win."

Ladies Francesca and the women walk out, and me and Faerona chase after them. Then he was accidentally called out like that.

I'm not sure I won. I don't even think I can beat Soichi. But at least I'm going to resist a little bit.

If the opponent of World War I is not Soichi. I wonder how far I can go. To the victory, how close will it be? I think so, but I shake my head. It makes no sense to think about it. Yall, the world isn't sweet enough to win to the point where I was conceited. In the first place, such sweet thoughts are rude to the other participants who genuinely want the militant tournament.

"You look good."

"You're everywhere, you're a mediocre face."

"Don't you think?

'Right. Not bad - it's my favorite face'

To that one word, the dodgy chest rang out. I guess it was meant to be a public discourse, with no other love for Elmen Hilde. But with that voice, I think that one word is cheating.

I don't think I gave it to my expression, but my gaze swam unnaturally. There's no way an eye-catching elf walking next door would miss my momentary change like that. He didn't say anything, but his shoulders are shaking in small pieces. I glance at Fayrona like that sideways, but there's nothing I can do when she pretends not to notice. Damn.

"What's up?

"Nothing."

I respond with a rough tone, but there's nothing I can do about the mood that lit up once. It's not something that anyone can show him, like this state.

"You're changing, Range."

"... what is it?

Sometimes earlier, it also returns words in a slightly stronger tone to Faerona. But without worrying about me like that, Faerona went on to say the words.

"Not like a hero"

"Well, you, I'm not a hero's vessel."

Reply to the words as they flow.

Hero.

I'm not that vessel. I know that better than anyone else.

"What do you think heroes are like?

"Well...... well. Heroes are everyone's hope. Answer your wishes, answer your prayers. Look forward in despair, for the world, for everyone, for someone else. I think that means you can work hard for so many things. More importantly, you don't call yourself a hero. They call me."

"Hmm. That's one form of hero, too."

The way I put it was very light. I'm not ignoring my point, but I'm not even considering it. That's the way I feel about it.

"Then what do you think heroes are like?

"He who is trusted by everyone. Someone you can trust."

Its straight gaze is hard and distracts me from running away.

Trust.

That word is heavy on me. Amida trusted me, too. I was traveling with you, trusting you, thinking. That much, even I can tell. And even now, that you trust me as much as you used to. You're saying that trust is heavy, and that it's sweet.

But. Still, I chose Elle over my family companions who were summoned from the same world. I chose to keep my promise to her.

Elle isn't here anymore.

"Feirona......"

"You look good now, Range"

…………

To that word, pointing your lips. I wanted to ask you where it is, but I'm going to stop.

He says he chose Elle, but he's trying to respond to Amida's thoughts. I don't know why, I think I'm going to be able to handle my head.

"I didn't feel the energy when I first met him, though I thought he was a troublesome, stinking person. Now you're looking ahead."

"If you don't look forward, you're gonna fall and get hurt."

I give back the light-hearted words of Fayrona, but she doesn't look particularly angry.

"Right. If you don't look forward, you'll get hurt."

It just was returned that way. That's a very quiet voice, falling ston the back of my chest.

Did choosing Elle hurt you?

Was the thought you wished for Astraela a curse?

No. That's not true. That's what I scream in my heart, but I didn't answer my voice.

Oh, I don't know why.

"I told you at noon. I think it's hard not to work hard."

"Oh, you said that"

"Don't waste Francesca's hard work. You don't have to be a hero. Maybe you're not that vessel."

Turning his gaze forward, the Francesca ladies who were walking ahead stopped and waited for me.

"It's just that you're her goal. Respond to her trust, not the world or someone else's. Wouldn't you be able to carry it if you were alone?

I think that's similar to my choice then - when I killed the demon god.

I chose one.

Not the world, not our people, not everyone...... El.

It wasn't a mistake. I do have a good time right now.

"... Now, Nah"

Look forward. There are people there today.

Look next door. There are some friendly people there.

Put your hands in your pockets. There's a partner there who's changed from the old days.

"I'll do my best."

"That's fine."

The reply was concise, as was the voice to respond.

I guess that's just about all I need. Maybe I'm too hard to think about. I don't know.

"Hey, Fayrona"

"What?

"How old are you?

"In human calculations... it should be like a hundred and fifty"

"Right."

Well, if you look at me like that from Fayrona, I'm just like a kid.

With that one word, I felt much lighter.

"Hey, Range"

"What?

"We don't want you to be a hero."

"... right"

This guy, maybe a reader (esper).

I can only distract you by thinking about such a stupid thing.

…………

In your pocket, stroke the edge (two) of Ermenhilde with your fingers. But I'm not getting back to you.