The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

The sky is clear. Only a few white clouds colour the blue sky and the sun shines so powerfully that it feels warm even though it is winter.

As if inspired by its sunshine, the Wang capital was full of vitality and many people were gathered on the boulevard. Its boulevards are lined with various stalls, shops and open-air shoppers, and the aromas of freshly baked meat and refreshing fruit stimulate appetite.

Other items are sold, such as ornaments (accessories) and swords and shields that lack finely crafted practicality. There are also many people peering into the outhouse.

The same is true of the various shops facing the boulevard. The stone houses are decorated and it seems to me that there are more guests in the store than on weekdays peeking through windows and open swing doors. Of particular significance would be inns and liquors. Even though it's only daylight now, many people are leaning on wooden jocks poured with booze.

Everyone enjoys the day thoughtfully. Look at it with your eyes, feel it on your skin, and lighten your feet to the atmosphere. I was made to feel the peace of this world in the guise of the king's capital, reminiscent of the day of the festival.

"Are you glad the Wang du is so lively that you closed the store?

"No. Because the king calls me, but I can't give priority to the store"

"I see."

That's what I said, sigh. Lighter than the usual sole, but still sighs. The back of my chest is getting heavy.

It is good to be called to the king. He doesn't feel more like a healthy grandfather in the neighborhood than a king. If I tell myself or the people around me, I won't tell you if my mouth is torn off because I would be slammed into a barn for disrespect, and I respect you.

I don't feel bad about such a call from King Joshua. Instead of feeling bad, I would like to ask you a favor. But I really hate to stand out. This one's nothing but a rooted commoner.

'That's what I say, but you don't even hate it that much, do you?

"Well, yeah. If it wasn't for this opportunity, we might not be together anymore."

"That's sad, not at all"

"... one of the causes is Yamada."

"As far as I'm concerned, I don't mean to."

Shoulder to shoulder while avoiding the crowd waves, a voice of deep sigh so deep that it can be seen among the clutter. I wouldn't call that gaze frightening, but I guess it's not my fault that I felt a little cold. It seems that the reason why this guy says that the thirteen of us can't fit together is because I'm on a journey.

If you ask me, that would be true, too. If you are traveling, it is rare to stay in the same place. In fact, I relaxed in a rural village for about a few months. Still, it doesn't make sense if you're not in a big city like Wang Du. Maybe he feels like he's not here. Besides, Soichi Tatsu is a magic city, Masaki is a tactical city. Is Knightshirt... somewhere, somewhere set? I think he said it like he was traveling with the fafnills.

I don't know where the rest of them are, and maybe if it wasn't for these opportunities, we wouldn't have a chance to get together. Still, not everyone.

"Still. Is that a good fit, Fujido?

"I just don't want Mr. Yamada to tell me..."

"Not at all."

Such Fujido clothes are everyday clothes with a little bit of good fabric, like those worn by the people living in Wangdu. If my hair wasn't black, no one would think I was one of the heroes, etc. Not so much, I'm familiar with the average person.

I look like an adventurer everywhere. It's winter now, so on a furry cape, thick clothes. Without the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword and cape on my hips, I might seem like an ordinary person, too. Instead, I feel that the elves and beasts walking around are more entwined by the atmosphere of adventurers.

Ermenhilde sighed again about what he thought of us like that. Voices that sound on your head without worrying about the clutter around you are useful at times like this.

"But I can't believe it's a militant tournament. You're willing to compete a lot, Mr. Yamada."

"Hmm?"

"Because. Mr. Elle can't use it if it's a tournament, and you didn't really like to fight it in the first place, did you?

Turn your gaze to your neighbor, a friend as low as your head. Does it smell annoying, my hair stretched out to the area around my back is tied behind me and shakes every time I walk. The body, which has grown more than once than when I was traveling, also has a mild look that makes me feel loving.

Fujido Shu. We traveled together, one of the thirteen companions. Fujido, also a thoughtful friend, looks relaxed and enjoys the atmosphere of Wang Du, shaking his pompous body.

"There's a lot going on. I'm supposed to be out there."

"Phew."

"I'm still busy with this, all sorts of things"

"Are you all right?"

"A lot."

"What are you talking about, you guys?"

That kind of thing is, like, debt repayment or something. What a pitiful reason to say so. If you listen to Utano, they'll pay you back 10% of your debt.... Again, I don't feel like I'm being laid on my ass. I want it to be my fault.

"As far as I'm concerned, I miss you because no one's come to the store lately. You know, Yoko used to come here sometimes."

"There was something about the militant tournament, and you've been busy. But even that guy is going to try to fix it by himself or by himself."

"Oh, I get it. I get it. And that's because we're useless."

"Well."

Fujido doesn't have much power to fight, and his main position is as a cook. He used to cook for me all the time when I was traveling. The only way to get to me is to fight the demons with one hand, Ermenhilde. Inevitably, it was Utano's job to think.

... is too much for a boulder. For once, I thought about it with a head we didn't even have. But I remember there were holes in what we thought, and there were so many things we couldn't explain without words. More importantly, the Goddess had given her powerful powers (cheats) and she was able to crush them from the front. Is it a good thing or a bad thing that the inhabitants of this world could not fight? As far as I'm concerned, I think it's the latter. I didn't think about it in depth then, but now I think it's something that was so unscrupulous and so safe. I was reminded that even if I could use swords, spears, and magic well, my head was just a modern man.

Even as I learned the ending and consequences of the war in history classes, I knew nothing about the use and tactics of soldiers. It was Utano who put that into good words and made it an 'operation'. He was leading us more efficiently, safely, than twisting us down with force from the front.

"It's been a year since then, and I still can't get my head up."

"I wonder if that's just Mr. Yamada."

'Cause it's sweet on women.'

"Stop saying things the way they get misunderstood"

With that said, gently tap Elmen Hilde from the top of his pocket.

"Something seems odd"

"Hmm?"

"Yamada calls me by name about Elle."

'Really?

"Not so much, but... El, I think it's a name, too"

"Yes, I do."

'Besides, it's been around forever, hasn't it?

"Huh?"

At that moment, Fujido's leg did stop. Strangely, he turns his gaze here.

Taking that gaze, pretending not to notice, I walk without stopping.

"There was a lot going on. And this one."

"... Really?

"Hey, Ermenhilde?

"Really. More travelers, more debts."

"Regardless of your people, the second half is like shutting up."

That's what I said, slap Ermenhilde and shut him up.

Totally. As soon as I get off guard, I'm the one who talks about things I don't need to do.

"Well, it hasn't changed much...?

"I don't know, it could have changed quite a bit. You look a little fat."

When I tear it up, I get lightly poked with my elbow. I guess I'm not complaining because I'm aware of it myself.

I used to be fat, but not as fat as I am now. The person, too, probably cares about the area.

Exhale from the inside that you missed the topic successfully. Maybe it's something I need to cut out someday, but thank you. I don't have the courage to speak. Walk forward with your gaze hidden behind your chest. Neither does my neighbor Fujido seem to care much anymore.

"Because I stopped traveling, and I didn't have to fight demons anymore. Ingredients (oak meat) are for adventurers."

'I think you should move a little. I am.'

"Fine, it's my job to use my strength. A cook."

Yes, I think it's bad for Fujido, but I laugh.

I'm sure this guy won't travel anymore. That's what I thought.

I set up my own shop, I have employees, and this is how I enjoy living in different worlds. I'm already a part of this world. He's a resident of the King's Capital. The world crisis has left. Like back then, you don't have to travel.

I may be asked to crusade demons to move my body, but I'm sure that's it. When I thought so, I felt far away and envied a friend laughing happily next door.

"Looks peaceful, above all."

"That's enough. We still have the demon and demon threat, but we've solved the biggest problem."

Fujido, laughing and saying, pokes me with his elbow again. I feel the meaning of it and my chest gets a little heavier.

The biggest problem Fujido says - the crusade of demons. I'm the one who made it, and I can't count the sacrifices for it. Some of them include those who wanted to protect them the most. Just... lots of smiles bustling around Wang Du. Old and young. Everyone is laughing. Whether you turn right or left. Humans, subhumans, beasts. I'm laughing.

I can stretch my chest to say that the danger to my life is peace even though it is always next to each other. I think we've become familiar with this world for a long time. When I was in the original world (Earth), I couldn't think.

Even a king's capital protected by high walls is not entirely free of demonic threats. Less in the continent of Imnesia, but there are demons flying in the sky. Demons can fly in the sky by magic. Peace like this festival could turn into a hell of a snort at the next moment. We know that, but we still say that this world is peaceful.

Still, let's laugh. There is nothing more insulting to those who have sacrificed themselves than to stink here. They risked their lives for this smile, for peace, for all of us.

"So, Mr. Yamada, are you joining the team today?

"You're not in a team fight. I'm going to go back to my support because I'm having a party right now."

"Heh."

With that said, Fujido somehow sounds happy.

Buy two skewers of oak meat in a stall with such a rattan on your ass and give one to rattan.

"Thank you. Speaking of fellow citizens, where did you go on your journey?

'I just walked around this continent. I've been relaxing in rural villages for the last half of the year. "

"Don't tell me there, please"

"... what are you doing, Mr. Yamada"

Relax in the village of the countryside and mix feelings like a glimpse of Fujido's gaze around you. No, I know that, too.

"Because I hadn't relaxed in six months. Maybe three months."

"Enough, you're relaxing..."

"Besides, he didn't even seem willing to resume his journey without meeting Francesca."

You're a woman by name.

"Oh, it's a woman."

And somehow, the two of you are intent on it. You're still close.

"What, you guys. Are you having fun bullying me?

"There's no such thing as a jerk. Hey, Mr. Elle?

"Oh, I'm reporting you, Range."

"Why don't you stop?"

That said, gently tap Elmen Hilde again.

"Maybe you didn't tell Utano the same thing, did you?

"If you were, you'd be under house arrest by now by the King's Landing."

"Wow."

"Wow, hey. Because it's not funny, not at all."

"No, it's oddly realistic," he said.

"Hey."

What do you mean, house arrest? No matter how much Utano, you won't get that far. Maybe.

"Speaking of which, I remember you at Yoko's."

"If it wasn't a busy thing, I'd punch you."

"No. I was wondering if there's been any progress since then."

At those moments, swing your fists straight across. There is no forward shaking, it is a fist released just to hit, but it cuts the sky without plundering.

"Abrasion."

"Totally. You just care about weird things, the same."

"So don't hit me all of a sudden."

"I would have avoided it."

"Well, I'll avoid it."

"Avoid it."

"I don't like it."

"... that sounds like fun, you guys"

Well, quite. I don't know, there aren't so many people who can play dumb like this. It's not like the joke doesn't make sense, but do you mean you're going to get a bad ride on the joke? For me, the ride is so dangerous that it could be life-threatening. Fujido, who makes jokes, doesn't even move into my sudden assault at all. So much for walking at the same speed.

I'm sure my fist would have stopped and looked if it had come from Fujido. You said it was an accident. What a sad story, but even Fujido, who falls into a category not suitable for combat among us, is this much physical ability.

How much difference does it make to fight Masaki, who specializes in combat? It is a little melancholy now. Well, in order to fight her, you have to beat Mr. O'Brien first.

"Still, how come it's made-up clothes?

"Isn't that nice, made-up clothes? There's not much demand in this world."

"Really?

"I can't believe I'm close to a maid. It's not a profession full of dreams and hopes, like Earth."

"Oh."

"To the maid, dreams or hopes?

"Never mind."

Indeed, as Fujido puts it, maids are familiar in this world. If I lived normally, I wouldn't have hired anyone, but I often see maids hired by noblemen go shopping for them. It may not be the same as our world to set up your husband, but I think the movement is more sophisticated than the maids in our world. I don't know because I've never been to a made-to-measure coffee.

I wonder if Fujido knows more about that area. They hire people who look like maids at the store. Well, it would also be true that there is something about that outfit that attracts my heart. I'm a man too, I don't deny it. You can let go and praise that made-up garment that is not brand new and feels used to wearing it many times. Yeah. Business, not maid. Occupation, you should say maid.

"What happened to those maid clothes?

"I got an extra minute at the castle. In the uniform."

I see, I'm convinced.

I don't have any experience with company presidents or store managers, but I would prefer to have a uniform if I were to open a store. Maybe I'm not very familiar with this world.

I guess there is no such concept as uniform in this world, but any job, I work in moveable clothing. As for Fujido, so you thought you had a little taste in it? By having a uniform in place, they thought they'd be interested.

I think it's a good cut. I wonder if that area is a thought peculiar to the otherworlds. I ended up wearing made-up clothes. No matter how genuine and serious you think about it, the place you end up is made-up clothes. I don't even know as a man, but I don't even think I should change the place a little more elaborate.

Is it more elaborate in cooking than in maid clothing? New dishes not found in this world.

Maybe it's because I mentioned it on the subject, but I wanted you to explain the dish more than the maid clothes.

"You've been thinking a lot."

"Oh. I'm surprised."

"... you two don't have to be so surprised"

That's how Elmen Hilde and I were... surprised by one and one, Fujido looked a little sad. Daimyo, they thought you opened the store without thinking about it, or something weird.

That's an interesting reaction too, so I won't say anything. I still respect this. What about this guy?

He came to the end of his journey to crusade the demon gods while possessing incompetent powers for battle. I know this guy who was exposed to war, burned, a lot of people dying, a lot of people in tearful villages and towns, and still desperately cooking.

Saving a lot of people for something we can't do. I'm sure that's not something anyone and he can do. I think so.

Thoughts or mouths, I'm sure most people can't move into action. The same thing that makes no sense if you can't move into action, no matter how noble your ideals are in your chest.

I think that's what really saving people is all about.

I really, truly respect you. Though I would never say it to my mouth, nor to my attitude.

I finish eating the skewer I bought earlier and play with it as I twirl my fingers around the skewer where the meat is gone.

"Bye. I'm going to the arena, but what about Fujido?

"Is it that time already?"

That's what I said, Fujido looking up at the sky. The start of the martial arts tournament began around the time the sun plunged into Jomtien. Probably in a few hours or so.

It's time to put your face in the holding room and put on some brilliant, fucking heavy armor again. That makes me feel heavier, too. It's really heavy, armor. Because I'm not used to it, it's the best reason.

"I'll be there, too. The corner, Mr. Francesca? Introduce the person"

"Oh, that's good. I mean, didn't I introduce you?

"I didn't..."

"I had dinner with you at your shop."

"Did you come to the store?!? Introduce me then..."

"No, because I seemed busy at work. I'm sorry to interrupt."

"Because I'm fine enough to hang my voice!?

"That's the kind of reaction that entertains the range, Hiragi."

Fujido dropping his shoulders about what he thought of such Elmen Hilde's advice. Hmm. I enjoy reacting like this, this guy.