The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Warmth comes from a small hand layered to wrap your right hand around it.

At the same time, the warm light is leaking from its little palm.

Miracle of the Goddess. A small miracle, used by clerics who believe in the goddess Astraela. It is God's business to heal wounds and heal diseases.

I don't want that much effect if I'm faithless or of a lower rank, but the girl that wraps my hand around it - Yayoshi Tenjo's - it's a real miracle itself.

How many times have you been helped by a healing ability that can be called time unwinding?

Such Yayoi and I are surrounded by white curtains reminiscent of the hospital's office. The same is true of where the other priests are.

There are also women in the contestants and in the audience, so it can be taken for granted. In shame, this is how Yayoi and I can talk slowly.

"I knew it would help if Yayoi was here."

"Ugh... I'm glad you said that"

I'm sure this is the infirmary of the Arena (Coliseum).

When it comes to the infirmary, it doesn't have any special facilities, but when there are five wooden beds with white sheets that look clean, there are four sets of wooden desks and chairs here as Yayoi is sitting right now.

A cleric in a white robe sits on all of them to heal the wounds of militant tournament participants.

Yayoi in particular seemed popular and queued up behind me.

... Some people obviously aren't competitors, but they're probably the ones who got together to see Yayoi's face at a glance.

The Yayoi tied her long black hair behind her neck, which is now always untied, and the outfit is also a pure white robe with gold embroidery, not a uniform or personal clothing. Clothes worn by people who believe in the goddess Astraela, but with different details.

Yayoichi, who performs the miracle of the goddess herself, is quite high among the priests. rather than being seated as the 'Virgin'?

Just as beasts and subhumans believe in the Spirit God, so do humans believe in the Goddess.

When the goddess summoned us, from the general public, it can be seen as if it were on a cloud. Among them, Yayoi can heal wounds and heal diseases, and is worshipped like a goddess herself.

One day they became known as the 'Virgin' and spent as the 'Virgin' without that mindset, and on their journeys they have saved many.

It's very honorable from us that we can only fight, but Yayoi himself seems to be the only one who wants to heal the wounds and help.

The emotion is on my face, and I can only laugh bitterly when I think about the person to whom the emotion is directed.

"I wanted to wear a beautiful dress too..."

"You can wear it after the tournament."

"... I want to support your brother, too, in a beautiful dress"

Damn it, you bracon.

Yayoichi likes Soichi. Whether it's a sibling or something else, I can't think about it.

Sometimes I think that's a favor that's gone too far, sometimes I think it's because I'm a brother and sister.

Sometimes Soichi also says he skins baffled, because even if he blames it, he's a brother and sister. That seems particularly remarkable since coming to the other world, and I have been consulted several times by Soichi and his best friend Ami.

I know Utano was cautious too, but still doesn't seem to have changed that much in the past year.

"Dress, hey"

"Mm. Brother Lianshi?

"No. I wonder if Soichi can afford to see the dress right now."

"Mmm."

When I say that, Yayoi swells her cheeks dissatisfied. Still, is it something that I still want people who like to see themselves dressed up? Yayoi is more grown up than the girls her age, but is that still the place for girls her age?

In fact, there are times when Soichi becomes invisible when he concentrates on one thing. Especially when it comes to competitions like this that stand in public, I'm amazed at that concentration.

I'm sure what's in your head right now is to fight me or Masaki.

We've traveled together and put our swords together a few times, like training, but we haven't really fought much.

Especially me and Soichi, only once.

So I'm sure he has nothing to doubt and thinks he can fight me or Masaki.

Seems to know such Zoichi's character, Yayoichi exhaled a deep deep sigh. It's not the kind of face the 'Virgin' would show.

"But, Yayoi, the dress will look great on you."

"Also, that's a little hooked"

"It hurts."

I want you to spare me holding your hand.

Unlike Yayoi, I don't have Astraela's protection hanging on me. So a simple grip is no match for the girl in front of me. It's a crying story.

"Smile, smile"

"There's only one person I can smile at"

…………

Dear 'Virgin' in front of you, who, like infidelity, has no sense of cowardice. When I look at those pointy lips, I can only smile bitterly forgetting that they were also gripped strongly.

Totally. I wish I could hide a little.

Still don't say strongly, how should I perceive Yayoi's feelings? I've thought about it many times, but in the end, I still don't have an answer.

That's probably because Soichi and Yayoichi, it's just a matter of two 'families' in this world, and it's an area that we can't step into as outsiders. Is that an escape, or can it be called trust... very, not trust?

"What's wrong?

"Ainya. Soichi and Yayoichi are close."

"Hehe. Of course."

That's what I said, Yayoshi with a happy chest. You must be really happy, it's a full smile that's going to make you happy to see this one.

A little power cages in my arm's healing hand.

Though more than ten years apart, only a little embarrassment is due to their very small and soft hands?

My hands, which have waved my sword many times, make me realize that I have become very hard and fat.

"I envy you."

"Really?

"Right."

I don't have any siblings. He's my only child.

Is that why Soichi and Yayoi seem cute?

Yayoi laughs at me for thinking so. I'm sure it's not my fault you look like a prank smile somewhere.

"Brother Lianshi too. Amy and I, we seem to be getting along a lot?

I don't know.

Turning away from her face to escape such Yayoi's gaze slightly loosens her mouth.

"That's it again...... already"

"I can't help it. Ten years apart."

"Well, I don't think it really matters."

"I don't think so."

Ten years old is too far away for a boulder. Is it because my thoughts are from the original world?

In this world, it is not particularly problematic such as the difference between the years of ten.

That's it. The difference in years is close to twenty because it shouldn't even reach thirty now, such as Mr. O'Brien's wife. Thinking about it, it certainly doesn't really matter, such as the difference between the ten years.

I shake my neck sideways, sighing at Yayoko, who laughs happily.

"It's not even what we're talking about here."

"I'm bored."

"You got a lot of work to do, don't you?

At least, I should be busy all day today.

The injured should go on and on, and there must be a lot of guys coming to see Yayoi out of interest.

"I think it's important to heal the injury, but this is how I want to talk to you."

Well, I guess so, too. It wouldn't be the kind of person who can talk to strangers and the public.

There may be people listening on the other side of the curtain, but I don't dare to feel such signs.

"So?"

"I miss you."

Well said, turn your gaze at the crossroads. You'll be alone in wanting me to distract you from loneliness.

At least it's not like saying it to me. If anyone listens, they can say it's a killing complaint that's going to be mistaken.

But it's the same thing I want to talk about.

I don't know, even if I was in the same king's capital, I never had a chance to talk slowly like this until today.

Especially since everyone and he have been busy preparing for militant competitions lately.

"Even so, hey"

Unfortunately, we don't have the same topics to entertain Yayoi. Besides, what Yayoi would like to hear is about me and Ami.

At these ages, I think I love stories like that. But unfortunately, there's nothing we can talk about.

I haven't talked to Ami much lately either. Rather, I think Yayoi will know more about Ami than I do.

"Look, I heard your brother Lotus was brought into Wang Du."

"Am I?"

That was a long time ago.

Reminds me of the fucking bones (skeletons) I encountered in The Forest of Decaying Spirits.

"That time, I was really dying..."

What I remember and get out of my mouth is a really painful sigh. Honestly, it wasn't weird if he was really dead.

But that's not what Yayoi wants to hear.

A curious gaze is at me.

"Something happened then, didn't it?

"... something?

Okay, and spin your thoughts.

"The fact that you were helped by Kimono?

"After that. too."

I don't know, is it because of the way you talk about middle-aged women (aunts) like you on the side of the road? I don't know what kind of eyes I would get if I were to say that, but I'm sure I wouldn't get caught in the busy eye.

He tries to pull out the hand wrapped in Yayoi's hands, thinking it's a way of talking about hiding his mouth flat and laughing. but I can't pull it out.

... As always, your physical abilities are generally higher than mine, Chisho. We just have to let them get away with it.

I guess I don't feel the pain because I've been treated. If it's over, I wish you wouldn't dare just let go of my hand.

"Amy, you've been in medical care until your brother Lotus woke up, haven't you?"

"You know me well."

Or he was sleeping in my room, poking at the table.

When I think about it, I feel like I can't say if I'm happy or smiling.

"Famous, isn't it? This world is hungry for entertainment."

"It's very difficult to entertain ourselves."

"Tell Amy that. Wouldn't you like to stay in your brother's room?"

…………

I didn't care at all, did I?

Now I know the facts, but surely that's no stranger to rumors.

Instead, you haven't really noticed this before, me. Though I didn't care.

Perhaps the source of the story is the maids who work for the royal castle. I think it would still be the same sex and a lot of them who are familiar with rumors like that.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Brother Lotus, I think you'll be punished if you don't be more kind to Ami"

"... mmm"

"Well, I think it's a good idea that I invited you to dinner."

"Right."

"But couldn't I have done enough to take you to your room after that?

"... Yayoi was younger than Ami, right?

"Isn't that obvious?"

How about telling a man to bring his best friend into his room? And at night. As I'm sure you understand, it hardens for a little while without being able to say the next word.

Is there something wrong with my sensibility?

Scared of the girl in front of him for a moment, he deflects his gaze again in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"Brother Lotus, we need to push more"

"Yes."

"Amy, you were just satisfied that you invited me to dinner, weren't you? As a child, as a best friend, I feel sorry for you."

"Sort of."

Apparently, I'm very dissatisfied with Ami's relationship.

I wonder what you told Ami's guy, Yayoi. Thinking about it, I shake my neck to the side. I'm sure you shouldn't think about it. Somehow, I think so.

"Well, you'll always stay laid on Yoko's ass, won't you?

…………

I wonder what it is. Did you do something wrong to Yayoi?

Think about it a lot, but there are no verses that come to mind. If you insist, do you mean your relationship with Ami is as vague as Yayoi says?

Do you see Ami as one woman, or do you feel like your sister or daughter? Ami wants me as a man or as a family member or friend?

I'm still your best friend, so maybe there's something about that kind of ambiguous relationship.

"That's why."

"Hmm?"

And a sudden smile.

I guess I get a little carried away because this creature named Girl remembers herself as something very scary.

"When the tournament is over, follow him properly, will you?

"Ugh... well, ha"

I don't really want to think about what that follow-up refers to, so I reply vaguely.

You didn't like my reply like that, you put your strength into the soft hand that envelops my hand again. Vikri, and my shoulders trembled heavily because of the pain.

"Yes, we're done."

"Oh. Thank you, Yayoi"

Still, he's healing the fists and arms that were properly under Mr. O'Brien's sword, so I guess he's not that angry.

Perhaps you're right to say that you burned my attitude, which I can't boil down, rather than being angry.

I don't know.

Yayoi seems to be more of an adult than I am, sad or pathetic... should I be happy that she is growing up?

"What's wrong? Look at my face."

"Ainya. I'll be back after World War II."

"Fight not to get hurt. Really."

"It's a little hard, but I'll do my best."

That said, open the white curtains that were divided. Then I got my gaze on the people who were lining up after me.

There are a few injured, mostly meeher people who came to see Yayoi's face.

"Look, out of the way. Out of the way. Injured first."

While scattering those people, they direct the injured, who would be contestants, into the white curtains as a matter of priority.

"Good luck, then. Win, Lotus Brother."

Shortly before closing the white curtain, that's what Yayoi said and waved me small.

Whatever. That's awesome, at all.

Because Yayoi hid by the curtains, or the gaze of the people standing around me. I left the infirmary, trying not to worry about that gaze.

It's been quite some time since the match between me and Mr. O'Brien, so Miss Francesca's game would have been over by now.

Would you have won?

With that in mind, I got a familiar look in my eyes.

"Kudo"

"Oh, you're finally out."

What I waited for while stretching (yawning) was Kudo in a different dress than yesterday.

Kudo in a dress attracts the eye, as all the people around him are stiffening their gear with thick clothes that contemplate armor helmets and practicality.

Such a person doesn't seem to care about himself or herself - although he looks like the usual nasty face. Now if I laugh lovingly, I guess I can have a little more fondness. Well, I guess that's a woman named Kudo.

"What's going on here?"

"For once, I'm here to teach you because it sounds interesting."

"Hmm?"

"Mr. Yamada's apprentice, you lost, didn't you?

When it comes to my apprentice, it would still be about Miss Francesca.

"Right."

"Oh, you're not surprised."

I don't know why Kudo told me about Miss Francesca, but I felt a slight tease mixed in the voice.

You're thinking of making fun of me for not being too surprised when she says she lost.

Sighing toward Kudo like that, I wonder what I'm going to do.

Should I look for Miss Francesca or leave her alone for a while? I can't believe it, I'm like a celebrity once, and when that apprentice talks to me about this, the gaze around me gathers and stinks.

Is Kudo's heart made of steel or spiritual silver (Mithril) that doesn't care about it at all?

No, I'm surprised.

"Really?

When I say that, I peek into my face laughing at Niyanya.

The troublesome, smelly face that floated until earlier is hidden, and what floats is a mean, disgusting look. You look like a cat, I thought.

"What the fuck?

"Hehe. It's still on your face, Yamada."

"You're still mean, Kudo."

Scratching with his hand behind his head, he looks up to escape Kudo's gaze.

Our actions seemed remarkable, and curious gazes were directed at us from the surrounding participants. That number is quite high, as World War II has not yet begun.

"More than that, you don't have to show your face in the audience?

"Hi. It stinks."

"... honest guy"

Mind Mr. Utano or something.

When they say it with a really nasty face, it frightens me before I admire its honesty.

"Thanks."

"I'm not praising you."

"Oh well."

Who can blame me for falling shoulders, don't laugh happily?

"More than that, your apprentice. Don't you have to look?

"Am I?"

"He seemed depressed, didn't he?

"Did you see that?

"I don't know where he is. In the middle of the game, I felt stunned."

Well, that sounds serious.

Reminds me of that red-haired mercenary.

More than Miss Francesca, her local power, experience and physique... she's the one who surpassed everything else.

To be honest, I think Miss Francesca would have been pretty low if I had said it in terms of winning odds. In the same age, in the same grade, I may have had a little strength because I experienced actual combat.

But it can also be said to be a lack of strength from peers - adventurers and mercenaries who use battle as a business.

Besides, before the game... conversation with me. Hmm, and the force cages in my hand scratching my head.

"You're here to say that?

"Yoko and Ami are serious."

Also, you suddenly changed your story, dude.

Every time, I get a sigh of sigh at the change in topic that would be confusing if I wasn't used to it.

Kudo talks in the breeze of my sigh. Without this, it wouldn't be weird for him to have one or two of his boyfriends.

I just have a good face, I really don't have any body. Well, I want you to give me a break.

Kudo doesn't move at all because of the annoying smell, but the quality is poor because he is only vigorous when making fun of people this way.

"I wish I lived as much as I wanted"

"Well, you. There must be a lot of people out there."

After that, a lot of fences.

Mr. Utano is working hard to rebuild this country, and Ami is also working hard to handle her overpowering magic properly.

Fujido, Nine Seasons, Knights...... I'm sure everyone else is working hard.

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

"Playing is about me and you"

"It's terrible. Still, I work hard day and night to spread entertainment around the world?

"Half of it is for money."

"About 70%, sir."

I'm sorry.

It wouldn't be like putting your chest up and saying it. Pull and beat Kudo, who boasts somewhere, with an old knoll, and weigh himself. The gaze goes toward that long hair - beautifully set, glossy hair.

For once, she's a woman.

Well, it would be easy to avoid even trying to slap him. Or will you be slapped with a sense of play? Either way, I'm not serious about messing with my corner-set hair either.

Kudo's character is allergic, but his hair is not guilty.

"Oh."

"What?

"I thought I'd get slapped"

And Kudo, who tries to shelter his head with both hands.

My pace, or something. Because I know a personality that doesn't really care around me, or the trick is a little childish.

"Would you slap me?

"Oh, no."

"Chi."

Kids, you are.

It's this way I want to exhale, not at all.

"I like Yamada's scratch."

"What kind of favor?"

I want you to spare me the favor of having trouble reacting.

Soichi and the others make fun of each other at this rate, so I guess it's hard over there. Especially Soichi, because there are many girls around.

"Tell Soichi about that."

"Fujido's funny these days, too."

"... is that Angela?

"Oh, I knew that"

Soon, I was out of line again.

"Has Miss Francesca left the arena yet?

"I don't think so. Maybe the back entrance or exit, not the bathroom?

Those two choices are easy for me to predict.

There are a lot of people in the arena (Coliseum) now that the martial arts tournament is taking place.

If you're depressed and looking for somewhere you want to be alone, there 'll only be about two of them, where there won't be many people. It's hard to see him in the bathroom, but he's also likely to see him at the entrance and exit on the back.

"Right. I'm coming."

"Oh. More important than a conversation with me, disciple?

"Apprentice, I didn't even teach you anything so much. Well, Miss Francesca is more important than you."

"It's awful."

And Kudo laughing fun with the kettle.

It's a lot of fun talking to this guy because these jokes make sense. I don't know, Kudo's enjoying it, I guess.

"Lady."

That's what they said as they tried to walk out with their backs turned.

"What?

"No, nothing"

And I laugh when I dull.

Sometimes she looks like a dress, so she said she has a product or something like that.

If someone else laughed the same way, it would look fascinating, but that's Kudo, it's just frigid.

Thanks for letting me know.

"You're welcome."

And this time, I turned my back and walked out.

Miss Francesca was at the back entrance and exit - the entrance and exit used for so-called emergencies and aristocracy.

The construction is no different from the entrance and exit of a table open to the public, but it is decorated with flowers, paintings, etc. everywhere, in other words, there is glamour.

I'm going to forget, but she was also a member of the aristocracy, and I guess she was judged to have no particular problem staying in a place like this. I don't know if you explained you wanted to be alone or distracted me, but there aren't any guard soldiers around.

The Francesca lady was sitting back on a bench set up in the corner to make sure that no one was there but still wasn't too noticeable. He seems depressed, and his shoulders seem to be falling even now.

And my hand, watching Miss Francesca like that, was accidentally pulled.

"Oh, my God, I already found it"

"I've been waiting."

It was Mululu who pulled it off.

Haven't seen much of you here lately, but it doesn't seem much different. It's just that its beautiful gray hair is now curled with a yellow ribbon.

"That ribbon, don't look good"

"Thanks.... about Fran"

"Oh. I heard that."

I couldn't say I lost the game.

I know it was a lot of intentions, so it's understandable that losing without winning is a very hard thing.

Since my first meeting with you, I know how hard you've been working to compete in a militant tournament. Don't break it, even if Goblin's about to kill you.

So this is how I can only watch from afar. I guess that's the same for Mululu. She seemed to have spotted Miss Francesca before me, but she seemed to have seen it from afar, just like me.

"What about Faerona?

"With Solnea, I'm watching the game"

"So, you came looking for me?"

"... Fran, because he seemed sad"

Well, Kudo came to teach me. I wonder how much it was on my face when I lost.

I'm sure I was worried about that annoying tool (item creator). I don't know the criteria for his movement, but what does it matter now?

"At times like this, I think it's best to stay calm."

"……… no"

"I know, I know."

There is a slight anger in Muru's eyes. It was for a moment that my golden eyes felt like a sole of fierce beasts.

Soon his eyes looked worried again and his brow butt sadly lowered.

"You're a good guy, you"

"What, suddenly?

"You're a good guy to mourn for your friends."

At the end of her gaze, Miss Francesca still doesn't move.

Considering the amount of time Yayoi was being treated, it'll be the next game in a while.

Next game - you would have defeated Miss Francesca, that match with that red-haired mercenary.

"The range, isn't it sad?

"I'm still in the middle of a game. I don't have time to be sad."

"... then Range is a terrible person"

"Oh, yeah"

That's what I say, I walk over to Miss Francesca. I wasn't hiding in the shadows, but I haven't noticed anything over there.

On the inside, I've been thinking about losing games, and I guess I'm only thinking about that.

I know. Me too, back in the day - when I was pulling everyone's legs, that's how I've been worried. Trouble, that's how I realized that worrying is what worries everyone around me.

"Hey."

――――

Its luxurious shoulders trembled greatly.

And the face that was looking down turned towards me.

"Next door, okay?

"... well, go ahead"

"Are you finally here?"

Sounds sorry, or the voice of Miss Francesca, who looks sad. And listening to the echoing voice of Elmenhilde on his head, he opens a little while and lowers his back to the same bench as Miss Francesca.

"You don't have any interest, do you?"

'... ugh. There, I'm really sorry'

"A politician, you are."

Whimpering words that wouldn't make sense, but Miss Francesca's reaction is dull.

Apparently, he's seriously ill.

"Hey, Miss Francesca."

"Ha, ha."

……

Scratch the nose head. I must have heard that reply a little jammed......

Good luck with that. It was a shame. Next, let's do our best. You can go to the tournament again. You can win next time.

A lot of words came to mind, but it was ridiculous to say all of them.

Me and Miss Francesca are different. Again, the anguish I felt and the grief Miss Francesca is feeling right now are different.

But like I didn't want to talk to anyone when I wanted to be alone.

I understand that no words of comfort will reach Miss Francesca today.

At times like this, I know it makes me feel much easier just to have someone beside me without saying anything until I calm down. At least, I am, though.

So in the end, you don't have to say the next word, you just sit on the bench with your gaze forward. Turn your gaze to Chirali and where Mululu and I were until earlier. There, still, Mululu looked at this one worried. This way, or Miss Francesca?

Then, how much time would have passed?

When I began to feel my gaze and turned to you, some noblemen were turning their gaze to me in ridicule. When I turn around, I'm rushing out of sight.

It's the same with Mululu, adventurers to see... and from the ears and tails of the prominent wolves, it doesn't seem to be very well thought out. Still around not leaving this place, you must be really worried about Miss Francesca.

At first I thought he was the one with few words, but I guess the root place is a really good-looking guy.

"Have you calmed down a little?

"- Yes."

'Right. Again and again, you did a great job, Francesca.'

"Yes."

Reply to Hermenhilde's voice, but he doesn't seem convinced.

I wasn't watching the game, but I'm sure it wasn't in the book, even if it was nervous.

The technology I have now, I couldn't get it all out. Maybe that's what's left of it.

"Well, it's time for the next game."

"Ah."

As I realized something there, Francesca shouts out loud.

When I turned my gaze to see what was going on, I was bowing my head again.

"What's up?

"Ah, eh. Master Range has his next game, but if he's beside me..."

"Don't worry about it. I'm more worried about Miss Francesca than I am about the next game."

"... you talk to women like you breathe."

"No, it's not. What kind of ears do you hear, idiot?"

"What is an idiot, what is an idiot"

Miss Francesca laughs, although she is small enough for us to say the way we always do.

Again, beauty better be laughing at me than depressed. There is a hua.

"Sorry, Master Range"

"Hmm?"

"World War I, I couldn't move on."

- You're right.

"If I could fight in World War II, I would. You even made a promise."

"Never mind."

Keep your back behind the bench.

"Don't look down, look forward. If you looked down, you wouldn't see people's faces, would you?

…………

"Depressed, sad or regrettable. You should look forward and look around."

With that said, Miss Francesca's face rises.

Turn to me, not in front.

"Look, who's here?

"... Master Range."

"Not really."

I laugh bitterly at the answer and urge to look around.

And as I turned to Mululu to give him a hint, Miss Francesca raised her voice.

"Mulu......"

"When I worry about it alone, I get depressed with cheats. Once you calm down a little, you should look around. There must be some kind of sign."

That could be a friend, a buddy, some sort of little cut.

Still, I'm sure that would be the next step.

I always remember that word when I was in trouble, when I was in a hurry, when that happened.

"Mr. O'Brien - the strongest knight's word in this country."

――――

"At least now, Miss Francesca's not alone. He's worried, he's got friends."

You noticed our gaze, and Mululu hides in shame.

But the area with no hidden tails is adorable.

... Keeping promises is very difficult.

I know that.

There are many times when I can't protect you, no matter how hard I try to protect you, no matter how much I scratch your feet.

Still, people make promises.

He said that promises connect people, that it's one of the important bonds. And because I know it's something that can make that bond strong. So people make promises. Because I want to be connected to someone. Because I can't live alone.

'So Range, isn't it time for your next turn?

"Ah."

"Is it that time already?"

Respond to Elmen Hilde's voice and rise off the bench.

Okay, is that red-haired mercenary next? Honestly, I don't really want to fight when I look at that muscle.

"You didn't talk much."

"No, thank you"

It seems a little distracting to talk about it.

The look on that face is already the usual smile of Miss Francesca. My chest gets lighter too and I turn my right arm a few times as I feel like it.

"Take a good look at my next fight"

"Huh?"

"That's unusual. I didn't know Range said that."

I think so, too.

Shoulder to shoulder at the voice.

"Ma, once. He's a master. What do they say? I thought I'd do something like that."

"Uh, yeah."

"You don't seem to like someone with a big score. I'll show you how to fight the Great Swordsman."

Look closely. Okay, I walk out in a light condition.

Oh, my God, I don't like to declare it this way.

Then Mululu came out of the shadows.

"Thanks."

The tail wasn't hidden.

To put it that way, Mululu suppresses the tail. A slightly embarrassing look is rare and loose mouth.

I didn't even have a faceless look in the beginning... but I lacked a facial expression. Are you saying you've grown or changed?

Miss Francesca, please.

"What about the range?

"I'm in the game again."

I don't really feel comfortable, though.

When he clasped his shoulders, Mululu turned his gaze towards Miss Francesca just saying yes.

You're already more worried about Miss Francesca than I am. I miss you. You're sad, not at all.

"Are you okay?"

"Hmm?"

That's just what I heard as I turned my gaze to Miss Francesca.

"Next opponent, can you win?

"Well, I don't know."

Apparently, he's worried about me.

I wonder what it is. That's all, I'm happy to be here.... I don't know.

"Win."

And I'm going to turn my gaze over here.

There dwells something rare for Murr, like a strong will.

... Miss Francesca is the one who lost, so I guess there's a lot to think about.

"I'll do my best."

"Promise"

…………

"Promise."

Friendly thoughts or close friends?

When I see these smiling friendships, I wonder if it's because I'm old enough to feel like trying.

"Oh, okay. Promise."

"Mmm."

Seems satisfied with my reply, and now I'm walking to Miss Francesca, Mulu.

...... I still miss you.

They told you to win, but you haven't got me worried? I wonder what it is. Lotus misses you, Mululu. Almost, like this. Kind words, or say that's what you wanted.

As I walked out feeling my legs just a little heavier, I felt a fuzzy gaze.

More like this, not the gaze of curiosity I've felt so many times before...

――――

When I turned my face towards that gaze, one woman stood.

Honey-colored hair, a passionate red dress. A sharp gaze that makes you feel the strength of your will, that fits that dress.

I wonder who. At the same time, the woman I noticed walked away from her face. That direction is where the audience seats for nobility are located.

... aristocracy, you mean?

Well, he's wearing such a luxurious dress, so I guess he's noble.

"Ma, look."

You were a beautiful woman, I walk out thinking.

I usually have a scratch of Elmen Hilde here...... after all, I miss you.