The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

"Hey."

It's still early time for the sun to set, but I feel it dims faster because of the thickness of the clouds or than yesterday.

Looking up at the sky like that, a blonde who was pumping water in the river turned her gaze at me. In both hands is a wooden barrel filled with plenty of water.

"Lotus, is that a thought?

A girl with semi-long dark hair, apart from the woman, calls out. It won't be my fault that there are a few worrying emotions on that voice.

Maybe they thought it was weird because I was confused.

"Oh, no.... I thought the weather was breaking down."

"Hmm."

"Speaking of which,"

When I said that, the woman turned her gaze to the sky as if she'd just realized. A little late, the brunette girl also turns her gaze to the sky.

The wind gets stronger and I feel a little chilly. Winter on the calendar is still ahead, but it's time for the season of autumn.

Me and the girl are wearing thick clothes, but the blonde is wearing thin as if she were a dress to wear to a ball. Still, there hasn't been much change in that look, and I don't think I'm feeling the cold.

Anything, the heat and cold is neutralized by witchcraft or something. I don't know, but what a convenient ability.

"A rainy night is not good for being jittery"

"Everyone does."

The fire goes out with rain, and sometimes rainwater enters the tent. In summer it gets hot and humid, and in winter it gets so cold that it seems to freeze. More importantly, it's troublesome how the sound of rain makes beasts and demons and the smell disappears.

For adventurers, I think rain is a natural enemy in a way.

"Don't you like the rain?

I've been thinking about that. Try to peek into my face, and the blonde will ask.

Clear jade eyes and neat appearance. You don't even think about doubting it. When you look at the look of defenselessness, you get a sigh of sigh.

But then he's gonna worry about what's wrong with me when he sighs. Look me in the face.

Anyway, my gaze on those soft looking lips is probably because I've been traveling for a long time.

"Near"

When I shrugged, the eyes of the blonde narrowed slightly.

"It wouldn't bother you now."

It's strange because when they give it back to me like that at the crossroads, it kind of sounds like I'm bad.

One way or another, I think it's bad for the woman in front of me to look too defenseless.

"What's up, any thoughts?

"Mmm."

Behind that blonde, a brunette girl was turning her sharp gaze this way, not the adorable expression of swelling her cheeks......

A needle jar, or something.

"What, the rain is just depressing. Getting ready for camp is a hassle. How's Ami?

"... me too, not really"

Respond as you receive a wooden barrel from a woman and turn your gaze to the girl.

You didn't think I'd be told the story, the words jammed up like a little confused, and I say so like a snack or something.

She seemed to wonder how such a girl reacted, and the consciousness of a blonde turned from me to a brunette girl.

Helpful, I walked out whining inside, and the wind blew again.

The brunette of the girl walking alongside the blonde shakes. When it comes to coming to this world, it's almost a year.

Compared to the first time I came to this world, I feel like the girl's hair has grown a lot. It seems to me that that hair, which is a little short to tie, manifests itself as shaking between the girl and the woman with its appearance as well.

"What's wrong with you?

He seemed confused again, and a neutral voice reached his ear that sounded like both the woman and the man.

Turning her gaze, she looks at this one strangely. The girl next door was dyeing her cheeks to the vermilion just a little bit.

"Uh, duh. Can I help you?

"I've been watching Aya. Hey, what's up?

Apparently, he was staring at the girl.

No, and I shake my head to the side.

"You've grown your hair."

"Huh?"

When I say that, a girl picks her black hair with her fingers and puts it in her sight.

Hold back the wooden barrel as you adore the trick.

"Shorter is better..."

"Hmm?"

When I couldn't hear the last one back, I leaned down. Trying to walk straight out to the campsite......

"Does Range prefer short hair?

"Hey, Mr. Elmen Hilde!?

"Oh."

The blonde next door gave me a help boat.

I see that's what you said.

"Come on, I don't know."

With her shoulders clasped, the brunette girl is embarrassed to turn her gaze to the right and left. Was it that embarrassing?

I think so, but in men and women, the importance of the area is about as different as the heavens and the earth.

But the blonde woman who is supposed to be the same woman sees such a girl's reaction and leans her neck strangely.

"I don't know. Is hair that important?

When I say that, I pick my own hair with my fingers.

I don't know the length when I solved it because the back hair is wrapped up, but the horizontal hair is long because it is stretched.

"So, what do you say?

"Hmm?"

"Hair. You prefer shorter?

"Don't eat me today"

Usually, I don't give a shit about things I don't care about.

Do I care so much about the length of my hair?

"Range. I belong to you, so you need to look what you prefer."

"Hey."

truncate the word with bassari.

Oh, my God, I don't like the way this woman thinks about giving me priority over me. As far as I'm concerned, I want you to take more care of yourself.

Well, this still got a lot better compared to the first time. But I still want my thoughts to take precedence over mine. Well, should we change the area a little bit over the next journey?

With that in mind, a brunette girl who wasn't part of the story was staring at this one.

"What's up?

"... no"

And after a while, I get my lips pointy and my gaze diverted.

I talked to two blonde women, and they probably made me sick. Adult looks, mindsets, but places like that are childish for the year.

"So, Range. Do you prefer long or short hair?

"I like both of them. The point is, you should look good on that person."

"I see."

As far as I'm concerned, I prefer long hair. That's why it's kind of embarrassing to say so.

A blonde woman with fingers to her mouth when she says she doesn't really care about the wind. It's this woman's habit to think about something when it's crowded.

And no matter what you think, a brunette girl turning her gaze at me like a flicker. Yeah, it also seems a little problematic on these occasions to know what you're trying to say so you can take it in your hands.

"Ahh."

"Okay, Range. Do I look good in this hair?

I'm sure you don't have any deep thoughts. I opened my mouth because my thoughts got caught up. I'm sure that's all.

I just don't know if I should tell you to put it on the girl's mouth. Even if you can't say anything, the look on your face is adorable, but it also seems pathetic to me to watch.

But, well, that's why I can't even give you a help boat, and as for this one, I have to laugh bitterly.

"I think you look great."

"Right."

See, I think.

You didn't seem to think of anything, and there's no change in my words as one.

I'm just playing with my fingers around the tip of my hair. I turned my back and walked out, so I don't see that look either.

"Look. We're going back."

…………

A girl who was a little musty, but who wanted to say something but couldn't speak, stopped for a while with that look on her face.

The girlfriend, too, immediately walks out in line with the woman. Again, I'm in the shape of a little follow from behind. What makes it seem lonely, why not?

After a short walk, the wind blew again.

Oh, you're cold. Not at all.

Now I think about it.

I guess this was the first time she asked a question about herself, irrelevant to her mission or something.

"What's up, Range?

"Hmm? Yeah."

Strange, I didn't feel drowsy or tired.

On the contrary, in the morning I can realize that my consciousness is clear even though I rarely wake up.

... I just saw it, enough to remember my dreams.

"What's up?

"No. A little, I had a dream"

"Dreams?"

"Oh."

I nearly said what my dream was about to say and shook my neck sideways that it was nothing.

Turn your gaze toward the window as you wake your body out of bed. It looks sunny out the window and I can feel the sun over the curtain. It's warm even though it's winter, and I guess it's a beautiful day.

I have a personal battle for a militant tournament today. In the meantime, it might not be a bad idea to go chill the stall.

"Are you all right?

Apparently, he was, uh, trying to, and Elmenhilde calls out worrying.

"Oh. I don't think I've slept well enough yet."

'Totally. Didn't you drink too much last night? Pity......'

"Don't tell me that. It's one of my few pleasures, booze."

'Don't drink too much,' he says. I'm not telling you not to drink. '

That hurts my ear, not at all.

I laugh bitterly as I hear Elmenhilde's voice. I haven't had too much to drink, but I'm sure anyone will say the same thing about Elmen Hilde.

Doing so, the door was knocked. When I get out of bed and respond, I say no and then the door opens.

Looks like Ami knocked. When I turned my gaze this way so that I could peek through the door, I came into the room to make sure I was awake.

Unlike in my dreams, my stretched hair is wrapped around the sides, and my expression is more grown up than it was then. Such, I compared Ami in my dreams to Ami now, and I felt indescribable. That seemed so rude.

Ami doesn't realize what's inside of me like that and gives me a clearer look than when I open the door. From behind, Soichi and Yayoichi also continue. The childhood trio seems to be close today.

Ami and Yayoi don't participate in personal fights, so now they look like magic school uniforms. But Soichi, who takes part in a personal battle, looks familiar to me as a traveling costume, not a uniform.

He's wearing thick, sturdy clothes and hangs an unadorned long sword on his hips.

"What's up?

"Because I heard voices. I came to ask you out for dinner."

"Oh."

Speaking of which, is it that time already?

I think so, and realize I'm still dressed in my bedroom trying to get out of bed.

"Excuse me. I just woke up."

"As always, you're weak in the morning when you sleep in bed"

"I don't know. If you're camping, you don't have to sleep overnight."

Especially the royal castle bed is too soft and troublesome. Because the maid dries it every day, it smells very good.

The three of you don't care what I look like like like, but only Ami is slightly dyed of her cheeks and out of sight.

"What's wrong, Amy?

"Yeah!?

I noticed Ami's reaction like that, and Yayoi was laughing mean.

Nevertheless, it's Ami. What about that voice?

I didn't say anything about it, but he noticed my gaze and blushed even more. Yayoi is making fun of Ami like that.

"You're close, same as always"

"I'm not."

So tired as Soichi says, are you trying to ring your joints, twirling and turning your right shoulder?

It feels a little off, but it probably appeals to me that I'm tired. Seeing such a Soichi trick, Ami just ate that she was saved.

"What. You got something to say?

"No, nothing"

'... something's weird to talk about, Sowich'

Daita, I lost yesterday's team fight to Masaki, so I guess something happened.

I think I've known these three a long time, too, as I can easily imagine how that would be.

"Don't bully your brother too much, Amy"

"I'm not being hard on you. In general, Soichi is bad. I can't believe we have the power of the Spirit God over there."

"Come on, I used my powers when I realized it, so don't mess with me."

"Don't be patient there. Masaki-san didn't pull out the Devil's Sword."

"Ugh..."

I don't care, but I don't want you to come to my room early in the morning and fight.

Well, I don't hate being busy. Besides, Soichi and his fights make me smile watching. In reality, I think childhood training and siblings are things that distance us when we grow up.

At least I was just a little bit of a childhood friend and dating until the mid-twenties.

So it makes me feel warm watching the three of us get along this way.

"Ami like that seems to have been working so hard on her impure feelings,"

"Hey, I'm telling you, Yayoi."

That's how Ami blamed Soichi, but Yayoichi's word shreds that momentum.

"Impure feelings?

Hermen Hilde, who kept his mouth shut with me, asks questions from the side.

Then, just waiting, Yayoi turned her full smile towards me (Ermenhilde). When you say you're usually a confused girl with a deep-window courtier, this is how the three of you get together... both Ami and Yayoi will still mean that you can really hang out in front of someone you can forgive.

"Yes, yes. Ami said..."

"Wah."

Ami, who moves to contain Yayoi's mouth, who is about to say something, and Yayoi, who escapes that Ami.

My room, which was quiet until earlier, got busy all at once. I don't dare, I hope the college uniform doesn't move too flashy because the skirt is short.

"Brother Lianshi, I'm sorry"

I bow my head as Soichi seems sorry for what he thought of that.

"What?

"No, it's noisy..."

"Ha. Don't worry about it. I don't hate being busy."

When I say that and laugh, Soichi laughs too.

"If Soichi and I are having fun, that's fine."

"... I'm sorry."

"I hope you don't mind."

'That's right, Sowich. Kids are sweet for adults. "

"No. I'm not a kid anymore, Mr. El."

'Really?

I wish I was a little taller.

"What... where people care"

Talking like that for a while, the door knocked again.

Now it opens without waiting for this reply.

"It's as busy as ever, here."

"As usual, I don't think it's been busy here lately."

That being said, it was Masaki, who had earlier been the subject of Soichi and Ami, who made her face peek through the door gap.

Today, he seems to have been motivated since morning, wearing a travel dress, although light, not in school uniform.

"Hello, everyone."

"Ah, good morning. Masaki."

"Good morning, Masaki"

"... good morning"

I think it's a greeting from the Quadruple Four. Frank Masaki and Soichi. Ami carefully bowed her head. And Yayoi responds with a smiling smile on the surface. For a moment, it was like there wasn't a spark scattered between us... how much of a fantasy this world is, but it's my fault.

Nothing, it's not that we're not close, these two... If Soichi doesn't get in between, though.

As good as the childhood friendly trio, I think Yayoi and Masaki are close. Unless Soichi is involved.

Is that it? Is that the kind of emotion you only want a boy you like to see yourself in?

"Morning, Masaki"

"Good morning, Mr. Yamada"

And here too, he greets me with a smile on his face.

Hmm.

Looking at Yayoshi and Masaki's gaze earlier, how can it be a man's sexuality?

Soichi next door also feels that smile is a little convulsive.

"Nice to meet you today"

"That's our line, isn't it? Please be gentle."

"Hehe."

I'm extra scared when people laugh there. When I think back to yesterday's game between Soichi and Masaki-chan, my mouth is so cramped.

It's finally the defense to chase with your eyes. Not very much, but it would be hard for me to keep getting attacked by this girl.

"Hmm?"

"Nothing"

You know what I mean, you're turning an innocent smile on me. You son of a bitch.

"Still, isn't it too late to wake up?

"You can't help it. We had a guest last night."

"Customer? In a room with nothing?

"You have booze."

That's what I said. When I turned my gaze to the table placed in the room, there was an empty bottle there.

Soichi and Masaki sighed all together.

"It's so good, what's alcohol?

"Tasty, or calming down when you drink?

"That's not an addiction..."

"It's not that bad."

Maybe. It's hard for both of us to gaze.

"See, that's how you see it"

"... wet"

Turn your gaze to the gold medal you kept beside your pillow, but the sound in your head sounds like you're winning somewhere.

'I won't tell you not to, but you should at least reduce it a little'

"Mine, a few pleasures."

"Shake your sword like you used to. If you sweat and move your body, you'll sleep healthier than you drink. '

Oh, it hurts my ear.

"Well, I wonder if Mr. Elle is... honest."

"Right."

"I don't have an ally."

Damn.

When I was thinking about fooling Fujido or Utano later, Ami, who was playing with Yayoshi, turned her gaze here.

Keep going, stop your foot chasing Yayoi and line up next to Masaki.

"Who's here?

"Are you worried, Amy?

From behind such Ami, Yayoi whispers in a breathtaking outfit in her ear.

"Uh, too. Yayoi needs to be quiet."

"Hehe. Yes."

We're close, really.

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

"It's Kotaro."

"- Yeah."

I felt that the angry but enjoyable look turned into something cold that reminded me of a quiet lake surface in an instant.

Oh, I'm scared.

Soichi next door shivered quietly, but surely once.

"What are you talking about?

"Kind of. We're talking about work."

Ami's hatred of Kotaro has finally come this far?

I know that his personality would certainly not fit if he came from a person who didn't fit. Still, at first glance, the girl's face turned into a grumpy sole.

"What's up, Aya?"

"No, nothing. It's just that I'm still doing weird things."

"It's been a long time since Koutaroo was weird. More than that, how can you be grumpy there?

"I'm not grumpy, El."

That would be because Kotaro and Ami are water and oil. Well, if that's what you're gonna say, I'm gonna jump on you, too, so I'm not gonna say anything. It's just oil.

Should I grieve for my partner who still doesn't understand the area and doesn't read the air, or should I pity Kotaro, who is also treated like a freak by Ermenhilde?

Well, let's both grieve. I'm just sad, and it doesn't change the reality.

"But that's unusual. I can't believe Mr. Kotaro's here."

"Really?

"Yeah. Looks like Yuko's got a pretty good face, but I haven't really fit in here lately either."

When Soichi said that, he turned his gaze to Masaki-chan.

"I'm refreshed, too. After all, I haven't met anyone other than Nori, who has to meet with good people."

"Oh, it seems possible"

Apparently, he hasn't even shown his face to Masaki.

I guess Yayoi hasn't even seen him because of how he's in tune. Ami doesn't have to ask.

"Well, anyway. That's the thing. And then I want you to get out of my room because it's time to get dressed, okay?

"Oh, sorry."

When I said that, Soichi apologized again to represent me.

I'll take a seat in the cafeteria.

"Oh, please. You can eat first."

"Fine. Waiting."

I wish it wasn't.

Waving to Soichi and the others leaving the room with that said... I stopped Ami from leaving the room for the last time.

"Ami"

"Yes?"

What the hell did you try to say?

- What I remember is a dream I had in the morning.

"Height"

"... Yes?

"You've stretched."

She didn't seem to tell her what she wanted to say, and drops Ami off as she leans her neck small and leans out of the room.

Well, you don't have too much context, is that it?

"If you suddenly wonder what to say"

I also felt an unspeakable atmosphere leaking from Ermenhilde.

If there is any flesh, I'm sure this one will have a cold gaze that is rarely harsh on guilt.

"Never mind, it's the usual."

"Oh, you're right."

There's something hard about you not being able to argue with me there.

Elmen Hilde is sighing at me as I get dressed. I'm gonna cry, damn it.

"Just"

"Just?"

"... I just thought I was taller than Ami in my dreams"

"Ugh."

When I said so, this time a pleasant voice echoed in my head.

"Did you dream of Ami?"

"... that's the place"

That's not all.

You don't have to say anything else.

Really, that's all.

Ami in her dreams was a little less tall. Her hair was short, her words and expression were slightly different than they are now.

But...

"Ha."

"Hehe. I'll tell Ami later."

"is going to be... fun"

'Cause the center of it is the range.'

What would Elle look like in his dreams?

At some point, I couldn't remember her face.

"Hey, Ermenhilde"

"What?

That voice is so much fun.

These voices of this guy make this one I'm listening to even more fun.

"I'm Utano-san or Ami."

Talk to me that far, and I'll be back.

I feel like I haven't spoken to Ermenhilde much more lately.

Doesn't that mean you haven't told Ermenhilde everything like before?

"What happened to Yuko and Aya?

"Nothing"

I finish dressing.

Not the kind of fine clothes that nobles would wear, like they wore yesterday. These are the thick shirts and trousers I wore during my journey. Hang a Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword on your hips and stab an iron knife in the back of your hips.

"Right."

The voice still seemed like fun.

This guy won't say anything, even if I don't say everything.

Even if I choose Utano or Ami - I'm sure you'll bless me.

"It's time for you to face Astraela"

Easy for you to say, that bastard.

Try not to put that emotion on your face, and when you take the Elmen Hilde you kept beside your pillow, you play it with your thumb.

pin, and made a dry noise and spinning the circle, falling flat in the hand of the

"Table."

"Today, you look lucky."

The bright voice lightened my chest.