The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

In a quiet space, a lingering voice sounds. A cathedral built inside the royal castle. In front of that statue of a goddess placed at the deepest end of the spectrum, she reads out her congratulations on her knees as if a woman dressed in a luxurious coat of law would offer her prayers. Words that glorify and revere the goddess Astraela. How does the goddess feel about this celebration via the statue of the silver goddess?

The name of the woman reading out the congratulations is Amarda Imnesia. daughter of the king of this country. I am the princess of the kingdom of Imnesia.

Silver-embroidered coat in silky material, long stretched silver hair. The hand assembled is small, and the body is luxurious wrapped in a coat with excessive decoration that even seems spicy to move. Not because I have a long knight beside me, but only slightly below the average of women. Rin is also beautiful and beautiful at this time, when it seems more right to call her cute than beautiful if it is normal. Beside it, her long-sleeved knight, a thinker, withholds the armor of a jeweled spirit silver (Mithril). Beautiful men and women. The gap between one another: the big man and the cute woman is also great. Doesn't everyone look like two suits? Beauty and the Beast. Is this a little different?

They say it's in front of the public, but the distance between them is close. Perhaps that is unconscious. But no one is to blame for that. Of course, I don't blame my father, the king of Imnesia, or anything. Isn't that wonderful? I'm even going to have a mild envy for my fellow otherworlds on the balls with my father's approval. If my friendship with the princess continues to progress, will I be the next king of this country? I can't imagine him becoming king at all, just knowing what the Nine Seasons are like.

Even as I ponder such a foolish thing, the congratulations that can be read out in the beautiful voice of the princess go on. Nearly a hundred people are in the cathedral, but their voices echo well. I guess it's because everyone is silent and listening as if they forgot to breathe. It's like, I feel like it's going to sound like the core of my body.

"I wonder when we're getting married"

"Shit."

When I said so in the cathedral surrounded by silence, Utano, who was next door, pissed me off.

How is it that all worlds are long to say hello? Because it's a different world, I want it to be as short as this. No, rather, just because God exists, this celebration may be longer than our world and packed with content. I've never heard of congratulations because I wasn't very confident in the original world.

Soichi, who pinches me and stands opposite Mr. Utano, seems uncomfortable somewhere. Not as boring as I am, I guess. I know, but Soichi is angry with Ami, who is on the other side of me. They don't seem to notice the surroundings, but they occasionally step on the soles of their feet (greaves).

You noticed me chewing on the stretch, Mr. Utano poking lightly from the top of his armor. Turning sideways, I felt her eyes colder and narrower than usual at a lower position than mine. To be honest, I'm a little scared. Because this person has eyesight (from "Mei"), he unconsciously raises the white flag, even though he is accustomed to seeing it like that. He cares about the notion. As far as I'm concerned, I think this guy's gaze tastes good.

Still, I'm sleepy. I can't help it, I don't like this kind of stubbornness. Well, I don't think it's prudent. Besides, I didn't get much sleep yesterday, so I really have a flaw.

It's a childlike excuse, but I guess it's not true. I've had a terrible headache since they gave me the tournament table for the militant tournament. It's not that I'm sick, but in a spiritual sense.

Moving slightly, Spirit Silver (Mithril) armor made a dry noise. It wasn't as loud as it sounded around me, but I feel like the sight of the knights who were nearby turned to me. I'm ashamed of that gaze. Oh, something that doesn't end this quiet time soon.

Wearing heavy armor. Usually I don't even wear simple armor, and all of a sudden the Spirit Silver (Mithril) armor looks like a shackle to me. Still, it's extraordinarily light compared to the iron and steel protective equipment the soldiers wear.

When you go to a public place like this, is it unique in different worlds that you really have to wear armor as a courtesy? In our world, we wear suits, and in this world, we wear armor and capes. Heavy, hot and bitter and hard to move than a suit. Plus, I can't move with an upright immobility right now, so I come to my hips.

"Hmm. As always, I don't understand these things about humans."

In my head, the voice of Ermenhilde echoes. It's an unbeatable beauty, but now that I can't respond, I just have trouble being heard. Are you bored, that voice sounds more tired than usual. Probably sounded like Utano and Soichi and the others who were nearby, I feel like they have more gaze at me. Why does everyone see me? Sigh quietly with feelings that can also be considered over-consciousness. Also, Mr. Utano poked me in the armor.

But I can also understand what Ermenhilde says. Astraela - The goddesses that humans in this world believe in don't really like this kind of stubbornness. Is it more correct than not to understand how to make it so hard? I think she liked something fun. I watched the world, I tried to protect it from the hands of the demon gods... isn't it because I enjoy watching the humans living in this world and watching their lives?

I didn't hear it clearly, but I think so somehow. That's the kind of God she is.

Point your gaze at the silver goddess statue in the back. Strange, I feel like Astraela herself for being made by humans. No, if I told him in person, he'd be angry as a blaze. Somehow, I don't feel like I'm capturing her traits well.

You think she appeared long ago in the sculptor's dream of time? It is said that the statue of the silver goddess in the cathedral was created to imitate its appearance. Now I don't have to wonder what I'm doing. Whether you were tearful or bored, somehow. I don't know why I showed up in a dream.

"Master Astraela likes to host more fun things than stubborn words."

There's no way a human would know that. That would be the only thing I could tell you after I stood on my dream pillow again.

Failure to do so may mean that the goddess enjoys these stubborn monuments as well. Or do you value your image as a goddess?

He's a pillar of God who created the world, and he likes to be praised. That's what I don't know.

After a while, the voice finally stops reading the eulogy.

From there, there will be an opening address to the militant tournament, greeted by the king, the rich whitebeard hoarder, and the chief of the knighthood, Mr. O'Brien, will hang words of encouragement to the participants.

This is the third time we have participated in the opening ceremony of the militant tournament.

The tournament itself starts tomorrow, but the opening ceremony takes place the day before. Tomorrow, a simplified ritual is scheduled to take place in front of a crowd gathered in the arena (Coliseum).

It seems to me that the cathedral, after the opening ceremony, has become somewhere like a party to be held by the nobles. There is no normal quiet air and everyone talks thoughtfully.

Students participating in tomorrow's team battle, as well as the sons of nobles. Knights and magicians who work for the Royal Castle. Until earlier the bitter atmosphere had completely disappeared.

Looking for the face I found out, Soichi, Ami, and Masaki seem to be talking to friends from the same school who would be friends. While the students are in uniform, Zoichi and the others float because they are in liturgical armor and surgical clothing (robes). Some of the students also had Miss Francesca's face. Is it because you know each other via me that you seem more intimate than the other students?

But I mean, still. I think her development is out more than the rest of the students. Alongside Ami and Masaki, that's especially what I think. If the principals find out, they might be thrown out in the middle of a bunch of demons without joking.

That's how I warm up the cathedral wall, and Utano walked over with a tight black robe. Keep it, keep your back on the wall side by side.

"Hmm?"

"No, because I seemed lonely"

'Cause in places like this, you butt in, the range.'

"It's not like that."

Scratching his jaw with his fingers, he says so.

Sure, Elmenhilde's right, but admitting it wasn't kind of funny. The scratched jaw is slightly painful because it is equipped with a hand armor (gauntlet).

I just don't have someone to talk to.

"Well, I miss you."

"I'm aware of that."

Instead, if you don't have school friends like Soichi and others, you don't have a friendly nobleman. Even Soichi and Utano will have stories with friends and the nobles around them.

When I do, I inevitably float. If we can talk, we can talk, but if we can't talk, I don't even want to walk away from myself. Thinking about it, what a lonely personality it seems. Of course, I'm the lonely one.

I am grateful to Utano for the way he has spoken to me. If Mr. Utano hadn't come, he would have left the cathedral alone. Just imagine it, and I'm about to cry at the loneliness behind it. It's okay. I have Elmen Hilde.... Honestly, I can't save you if that happens. Of course, I'm the one who can't save it.

"Speaking of which, tournament table"

"The tournament table... what's wrong?

Cut out like that, Utano's gaze is clearly missed. It's a slight change, but I usually just know it's a personality that takes this gaze directly from the front, and the behavior made the unnatural stand the other way.

No, well, I'm not going to blame you.

"I was surprised because my opponent was changing"

"... yes"

'Oh. Surprised, but grateful'

"I don't know how to thank you"

I feel my mouth loosen slightly as I scratch into Elmen Hilde's voice.

I thought the opponent of the first round was Soichi, but my opponent in the published tournament table was different. Probably rebuilt it when Ami told me I was gonna fuck around. If my opponent wasn't Soichi from the beginning, there's no point in calling him back then.

You didn't have to go that far, I think. Even if the opponent is Soichi (the one you'll never win), he wasn't going to lose his hand.

"But if I could... I would have preferred someone a little easier"

"Totally. A little distraction makes me say something like that right away..."

"It's true. More, Don, and. I want you to put your chest up, but not this one."

No, I know there's no such thing as an easy opponent for those who participate in a militant tournament. But that's what I'd also like to say. My opponent in the first round is O'Brien Alberia. He is the leader of the Knights and master of my sword.

To be honest, I've never won before. I get a headache about fighting people like that in front of the public.

I'm sorry to say this, but Soichi could have made an excuse for losing. I'm very ill-dressed, but my opponent is a hero called a brave man. Even if we lose, no one, nothing will complain. If we had a good fight, that would have been all the rage the place would have had.

But when the other guy is Mr. O'Brien... other than the heroes, it doesn't work either. No matter how weak I am, I've been counted as one of the heroes. Nobody's convinced or admitted that I'd lose anything but the same hero. If people in this world have a special interest in the title of hero or savior, it's all the more so.

I know how strong Mr. O'Brien is. From the front, if you want to fight square, you're stronger than me. That's why I'm in trouble. From the bottom of my heart.

Because you have to fight someone stronger than me in front of the masses, in a situation you can never beat. Well, my head hurts, but I have no feelings. That's what I've been through so many times since I came to this world. I've fought people far stronger than me in a situation I can never beat. I've put this life on the scale for someone, for something. Demons, demon kings, cunning demons and demons. Compared to the situation, I'm still comfortable without risking my life. It doesn't change the situation that you can't lose.

Well, when it comes to reopening, that's it. In these situations, it's important to feel comfortable.

"Good."

Second, a small voice from next door. Turning his gaze, Utano smiled softly as he said it was the place where so many people were.

When his gaze overlapped, his eyes narrowed that seemed completely different and even warm.

"You look a little better."

With a soft look, they say so.

Face on, hey. With that in mind, I glance over the gauntlet with my hand. The coolness of the equipment, which is not human skin, is comfortable on the cheeks warmed by the cathedral air, which has begun to cage slightly of heat.

"I think it's a normal face everywhere."

"Totally... that's the same way you get off the hook right away"

"Humans, you don't change that easily."

Yeah, you're right.

That, you're right, what does that mean? That's what I'm about to ask, but I decide not to. However, now I'm more out of sight of Mr. Utano. Nothing tightens. At times like this, I want to be tattooed.

"... Ami told me you've changed."

"Hehe. Right."

When I laughed, the smell of flutter and flowers incensed. Utano, who kept his back on the wall next door, walks out to tell him silently that the story is over.

It doesn't hold me back, and I follow that back with my eyes. Flax hair shakes saggily, staring at the line on his back over a tight black robe for a while.

"Did you seem in a good mood?

"Right."

And then, well... you were worried about me. My feelings of sorry are going to overflow from my chest.

He doesn't say anything, he just cares about me. Is that what you think, narcissism? I come to the king's capital, and I wake up. I remember the first night. Words from that time.

- How long do I have to keep traveling?

"You're a good man, really"

"Oh. Really."

Is the end of the journey near, or are you still not even halfway down that road?

I don't even know that, but her care for me without saying anything - are you happy, or do you want me to stop?

Think that far, I can float the back I kept on the wall, too. We're done talking, so you won't have to be here anymore. It's not a bad idea to talk to Soichi and the others, but in a place like this it would be difficult to speak noticeably and slowly. I'm not an adventurer's range right now, I'm one of the heroes, Lotus Yamada.

When I feel my gaze, I see several men and women whispering as they gaze at me. I can tell from the fine clothes I wear that I would be a nobleman. I don't like this kind of aristocracy, or the exploration of my belly, because I don't like small difficult stories, so I'm just going to run away.

"No greetings, Range"

An arrow tip was called to return to the crowd of the participants.

Looking back in horror, the well-minded old man who stored his white beard - King Joshua, the head of the kingdom of Imnesia, was there. As always, are you friendly or Frank? He is a man who speaks with ease who does not seem to be the king of a single nation.

"No, such a thing..."

"You're as tough as ever. You guys."

"I thought the king was too soft."

When I say that, I nod aloud not to say that there is at all an old man of good width who had refrained beside me. He is the prime minister of this country, Lady Dahlen. He snorts, but he is also a soft man no less than a king. If you ask me if this makes national politics, it actually does.

There are not as many nations, races, and ideas in this world as there are in our world. When it comes to the state, there are only three things: 'Kingdom of Imnesia', 'Elflame' and 'Arbenelm', which may also be close to the religious communities that believe in each God as an idea. People like us, beasts like Mululu, subhumans like Fayrona. The Demons do not trade, so there is no connection (pipe).

I'm not interested in politics, so I'm not familiar with it, but it's not as complicated as politics in our world. So what you need is something like a vessel that acknowledges each other's thoughts and claims, not a valve that conveys doctrinal claims. In that sense, I guess this king of soft character is certainly a vessel of kings. Besides, there's a good place to hold on.

Mr. O'Brien, who pinches the king and holds him back on the other side, is scratching his cheek like he's in some trouble. I feel the same way.

"We're out of time"

"Never mind. Yuko and Koo always help me. Say thank you to the rangers."

"Yes."

"... Hi, you guys are too stubborn. As I said before, your lords are better than your lords."

"That won't happen."

The king of one country and the otherworlds who saved the world.

I don't want to think about which side the public will support, etc., but it doesn't mean that the position is up there. Lord Aaron is absurd beside King Joshua, but the king hears from right to left. It's a sight I've always seen, but even if I look at it again, my eyeballs are getting hot because of Lord Ohlen's hard work.

"Totally. Your liver got cold when your lord was brought in injured"

"It's..."

"That said, even though the wound healed, I just showed my face to greet him. Sometimes you hang out with booze."

I got into my mouth that I couldn't, but I managed to keep my mouth cramped. It may be an honor to be told that from the top of the country, but if that happens, you won't know what alcohol tastes like because of nervousness. What happens on the day you get drunk and talk about weird things? Just thinking that makes my stomach ache. In the first place, I think it's a problem for an adventurer to go see the king easily. Apparently, it doesn't bother you.

You're reading my insides like that, Mr. O'Brien loosens his mouth softly, and Master O'Ren exhales as if he sympathizes. What a pity this guy gets when he thinks of something a little more like his position...

I remember saying royalty is living for the people. There is no such thing as the will of the self, but the best for the country and the people, living for the best.

For the good of the country, for the good of man, for the good of the world.

It is the royalty that lives for it, and it is the royalty that dies for it. Not all people in this world are good people. Still, I know how you tried to protect the world for everyone. That you supported us with supplies that were never abundant, that you were committed to negotiating with the Elflame side, that you had no special powers, but that you were at the forefront of the battle against the Demons.

Every one of them is a respectable way of life, and that's why I'm the one who wants you to live.

So......

"Well, after the martial arts tournament, I was wondering if I could hang out with the booze... maybe"

"Kuk. Right. Right. That's exciting."

That's what I say, and I'm going to regret it.

My stomach hurts just thinking about drinking with the king. I've invited you a few times already, but I'm still not used to all this. At that time, I think I'll invite Utano and Nine Seasons.

"I'd like to hear about the Lord's victory over the sake dish."

"Ugh."

That's it, or my voice gets stuck. King Joshua laughs at Kaka and Lang and others for thinking of me like that. I get the impression that I'm more of a favorite (like this) everywhere than a king of a country.

Mr. O'Brien laughs in a low voice at how he took such a king's word.

"Rest assured. Do your best to make yourself enjoyable. Right, Range."

"... Yes"

"Don't make a pitiful noise, fool. It's before the king."

Mr. O'Brien is embarrassing me for fun. Most of the people in Royal Castle know what I'm capable of. What I don't know would be about the people who have been working for the Royal Castle since here recently. Of course, some of the people I know include the king and the prime minister in front of me.

So far, I'm famous for being mediocre (weak). Even so, what an impossibility it is. Besides, the person who put out the help boat also makes a statement that I don't think is a help boat.

"Amalda's guys seem to enjoy spending more time with Utah than Noon these days. Distract me from this loneliness, Range."

"I do not know how far it will come to distract the loneliness that the King is feeling, but I will do my utmost."

"Mm-hmm. But I can't help it. If your Lord is injured, there are many who worry. Right, Prime Minister."

"Ha"

"And."

And that tone gets slightly heavier and stronger.

That's not a word as a carefree old man, it's a word as a king. Top words in this country.

"It is the people who must be entertained the most. Even though the demon god threat has left, the world is still far from peaceful. Play games where you can forget about demons and demonic threats and enjoy them, not just for a moment."

"We will work sincerely to meet your expectations"

"Phew. That won't take hard words or anything. Just say yes."

"Yes."

Avoid sideways with replies and pave the way.

Our conversation seemed remarkable, and unexpectedly, there seemed to be a lot of surroundings. It is as if Moses' Ten Commandments crack a wave of people, dropping off the backs of the Joshua kings as they walk gently through it. When I felt my gaze, some of them were familiar blonde women - Miss Francesca.

You saw something strange, he said. I almost scratch my head with my usual habits, but I endure. In front of the king, it would be too disrespectful. That guy wouldn't mind much though.

"Hehe. Now you've lost your way out."

"From the beginning, there's no such thing."

Answer Ermenhilde's voice, Blur.

As a summoned man from another world, as a man who killed God, you participate in militant competitions as a man who can count on the expectations of the people. Then, I understand that I can't expose myself to something different.

And at least I decided to do my best. Then whoever they are, they just do their best to try.

... I don't think it's going to be tight to say what I can't say about the absolute victory here.

"Well, let's go home."

Soichi and the others are talking to their classmates, and I don't see Mr. Utano. Perhaps the dress was cramped and he just went back to his room. I just want to take off my heavy armor, too. Keep it made. What, but I still don't like moving spicy gear. Even in the past, the gear was only worn like light armor.

For a moment I thought I saw Miss Francesca, but now I shouldn't talk. Weird attention will only annoy her.

It would be annoying for her to speak to the boulders in this setting, no matter how many noble ladies.

"That, Brother Lotus. Are you going back now?

That's how I try to get out of the cathedral, and now I can call from Soichi.

The armor you're wearing seems to emphasize more ease of movement than I do, but it's not all about looking good. But if Soichi focuses on avoiding more than being attacked by enemies, like me, the armor that inhibits movement may seem intrusive. The motion of walking over here doesn't feel like it's going anywhere.

"Oh, I don't like being tough."

"Say that again... and play with Ami for a little while."

"That would be a childhood job."

"Already."

I don't think Soichi, who sighs while saying that, has been the same for a long time. Is that envy, or another emotion? I felt just a little warmer in the back of my chest.

"So, what's Ami at the heart?

"Over there, talking to a friend"

"... you don't even have to deal with me"

Talk to your friends. Tomorrow's team fight, we'll fight together.

Swallow the words and point your gaze in the direction where Ami is. There were several students from the School of Magic, and only one of the girls in their uniforms was a girl in a robe. The unusual brunette girl in this world seems to have fun talking to her friends without noticing my gaze.

Yeah, that's fine. He's only eighteen. I think it's the right thing to do to talk to friends. Yayoi was among them, but your gaze is pointing this way. Even this way, I'm probably looking at Soichi.

With that in mind, I turn my gaze to Soichi.

"You, you don't have any friends?

"I'm here!?

No, then you're not dealing with me. Talk to your friends.

"Look, even Amida's talking to friends at school, so you should talk to your friends, too."

"'Cause, see. Everyone but me is a woman."

"Hmm?"

That's what I'm told, and I turn my gaze to the students who would have come from the School of Magic again.

Sure, if you ask me, I don't have a single male student. There are five contestants in the team battle, and I guess a few have come to that refrain, but brilliantly all girls students in things. Only one male student is Soichi. Sure, that would be uncomfortable.

Harlem is a fantasy, and in reality it's a needle.

"Oh, my God, you too"

"Pushing your back while you say that sucks"

"Instead of flowers in my hands, I envy a life surrounded by flowers."

"All the lies."

In fact, I don't envy you at all.

That would be so. I hate parties full of men, but even parties full of women will get tired of caring too much. Men and women are completely different creatures.

That's how I play at Soichi, and now Masaki, who brought several men and women, comes this way. Unlike Soichi, this one is in tune with three men and three women at a time. I mean, really, why is the magic school side full of girls? I am concerned about the selection criteria.

"Looks like you're still having fun. Soichi, Yamada."

"It's not much fun..."

"Don't let a man make a pitiful sound."

Nothing, I remember it didn't mean feminine phobia. I've been living a life surrounded by Yayoi and Masaki lately, so maybe I'm tired of women's relationships. It would be a luxurious fatigue. Surrounded by girls, they get attached. Yeah, yeah. You still have a woman in distress, Soichi.

Enjoying Soichi's current state of affairs in his heart, Kacha, and a dry sound reach his ear. Masaki-san put her hand on the knife pattern that pointed to her hips. This one is also dressed in luxurious clothing worthy of a hero, but skirts below. It would definitely be hard to move, I think. I have trouble with this kind of ceremony because in public I can wear clothes and armor that look better than clothes that are easier to move. From us on a life-saving journey called the Demon Crusade, we end up with a word in the way of clothes, armor, and skirts that just look good.

Still, is it because girls are in a good mood in beautiful clothes? Me or Soichi, they say you're going to be stressed out just wearing armor.

Well, as long as it's horrible as a pretty girl with a smile and hands on a knife because she's in a good mood.

"Please don't take it lightly, okay? Of course, Soichi."

"Of course. This way, I'm not going to lose."

"I'm not in a team fight."

Individual battles are the day after tomorrow. If you beat Mr. O'Brien, it's WW3 to hit with Masaki-chan.

I guess you're happy because you can fight Zoichi in group fights and you're in a position to fight Zoichi and Jiu-season if you win in individual fights. Even though it looks like a handsome Japanese stroke, the contents are combat lovers (Battlemaniacs) who test their strengths. I wonder, the classmates behind Masaki felt like they had a similar vibe somewhere. I mean, everybody likes to fight (Battlemania). Nightmares.

"It's okay, Mr. Yamada. I'll stop you in a personal battle."

"... Huh?

I wonder why they say it's a designation and they say it's stuck.

I seriously don't know, and I ask back. To me like that, somehow, Masaki responds with a smile that something like hind light seems to give me.

"Ami and Yoko will not be angry, so I will be angry"

"Ha ha..."

"Suddenly disappear, let me worry. If you think you've shown yourself, Poya, as"

Why not? Masaki smiles, but she's terribly scared. This is that one, I think it resembles Utano when he gets angry. When he gets angry, it's quieter on the surface than it is on a fiery fire, but underneath it...

It's weird. Masaki-chan gets really angry when Soichi always had something to do with it. With that in mind, I turn sideways to Soichi, who would be accustomed to Masaki's wrath being turned next to me. And the classmates like Masaki-chan's surroundings were also stepping back to Masaki-chan, who was angry.

By the way, Soichi, who would be angry and used to it, was trying to distance himself from me. So grab that shoulder and catch it.

"Poya, I don't know. Sure, you've lost your mind on the range these days'

"Exactly."

"You're like shutting up."

Masaki, who strongly agrees with Elmen Hilde's voice, and me, who slaps Soichi with the opposite hand as he grabs her from the top of his pants, who can't read the same air.

"So. WW3, I'm very excited."

"Ah, yes."

Is that all you're satisfied with, Masaki, who flips a short skirt and leaves? She stretches up to her waist and her dark hair tied up at her buttocks is shaking like a leopard on her tail.

"What do you think would happen if we didn't make it to World War III?

"Maybe we'll get caught at the training ground?

Either way, are you going to fight Masaki? No, well, I don't mind. I'm a little scared, but I wouldn't come and kill you on a boulder. Maybe.

"You've got a reason to win."

"Don't say it with pleasure"

'Cause I'm happy.'

As far as I'm concerned, it's terrible.

No matter how many blades you crushed, it hurts if you hit it. There will be some gaps because it is an unfamiliar Western sword, but it is only a nightmare, such as fighting from the front with that 'demon swordsman' who has the same class of physical abilities as Soichi.

"Good luck."

'Oh, come on. Range'

Yes, I did. Yes, I was expected. Then let's do our best.

Besides - if you're happy, I want to win, too. I didn't say it in my mouth, I groaned so in my heart.