The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Sometimes the militant tournament that had been held until the other day was over, and the Alliance was vibrant about Russia.

This is because of the accumulation of requests for adventurers to participate in and watch competitions. From demonic crusades to the collection of herbs, ingredients and other materials, the most popular of these times is the escort of carriages.

It is common for the nobles who came to watch the militant tournament earlier to hire adventurers when returning to their territory, and the nobles' nostalgia is very loose only when the time is right. I mean, I like the wingspan. It is natural that the rewards are better than regular escorts, and if you work well, you can get chips.

So most of the adventurers gathered for the Alliance are vigorously trying to make a rewarding escort request work.

"So, it's a reward. How about this?"

The amount offered by the little fat man sitting across the table was a broken amount as a reward for the escort request.

When I turn my gaze to the guild's receptionist so that the client doesn't notice me, I keep my head down with a troubled face. Look at that face, it's a sigh, not a word of affirmation, that comes out.

How is this happening? The answer is simple, caused by the fact that I sold my face and name at a militant tournament.

But even the name was known as the hero who killed God, and until now, I didn't have much information because I lived hidden in the countryside, so I showed up at a public (oh my goodness) venue called the Martial Arts Games. Besides, if I were to be working as an adventurer now, one or two nobles would show up trying to hire me like that.

Nobility is not a lot of people who want to look good. "I've hired heroes before," he said.

It is true that the forehead is attractive, although I would like to take it if I could.

"I'm sorry, but I've been asked to do something else"

Say that, say no.

That brings us to the third case today. The nobility in front of him and the receptionist of the guild, a little further away, all dropped their shoulders.

Apparently this aristocrat, in the guild, is the opponent whose face is known there. So I was told to just listen.

"Really?"

"If you don't mind, may I introduce you to an armed adventurer?

"No. Just listening to this one is enough"

An aristocratic man who takes his seat as it is and leaves with a gratuity. He seems like a courteous man inside.

It doesn't have to be until some of them find out this one won't take it to change their attitude... even though some of them make an appeal that they've obviously offended me.

It's a hassle.

"Totally."

Respond to Elmen Hilde's voice and I rise from my seat, too. When stretched gently, the neck joint made a creepy noise.

"Still, the Faeronas are late."

'I guess I have some business over there. It's rarer to move freely, like us. "

"Or so it is."

I've been able to see her without any rubbing, but it's still hard to see her when I want to see her in this world without something like a cell phone.

I'll see you at the guild today. That's what I was talking about, but I can't specify until fine time. Sometimes I get sudden errands over here and beyond.

Move to the back seat, which is inconspicuous, in an effort to make you relax and wait.

It's an unfortunate cloudy day, and it's not strange when the weather breaks down. The chill is also considerable, and it will probably snow after noon.

I used to like snow but haven't really liked it since I came to this world. It's cold, it's cold, and all sorts of glitches occur when you're traveling.

Though there are intense movements of people around Wang Capital, there are no cars running around at four or six o'clock like our world. If the road freezes, the carriage will have an accident, and if you're traveling, it's hard to find dead trees to keep warm. The water is cold enough to seem icy, and even when in the tent during the camp it cools down to the core of the body.

Truth is, the goddess sent me a request at a difficult time.

Looking out through the window thinking about it, I felt people's gaze. I ignored it for a while, but the Lord of that gaze seems to have no sign of walking away.

"What's up?

"Someone's looking at me"

'Mmm.... oh, you look like a nobleman again'

When you tell Elmenhilde that, he tells you the Lord of that gaze.

Ermenhilde really helps at times like this. I have no entity, so I can observe my surroundings separately from mine, and they don't notice that. Besides, I'm the only one who can hear you.

To that answer, sigh again. The title of a hero is a real hassle. What makes me stand out easily is the annoying smell, to be honest.

"Francesca and the others are with us."

"... what?

Then I raised my voice to the name I heard, and I turned my face toward those who felt my gaze.

There is the figure of Miss Francesca, as Ermenhilde puts it, and there are other figures of Solnea, not just Mulu, Faerona. And one unfamiliar woman in it.

The woman's face, I remember seeing it somewhere, but I can't remember. Rich honey-colored hair extends to the shoulder and is tied like a ponytail. Because she is in the guild but wears a dress, she will be the nobleman Ermenhilde is talking about. A sharp gaze that makes you wear a passionate red dress in twelve minutes and feel the strength of your willingness to fit that dress.

Ten out of ten would say beautiful women. He's barely the same height as Miss Francesca. It's only as tall as its chest, such as Mululu. I'm sorry, but it makes me look like Faerona is surrounded by three beautiful beauties. I'm so sorry, Mulu. You are a little overwhelmed in height.

Fayrona and the others walked in here apologizing for that.

"Too late to notice"

"I knew it."

"Didn't respond"

"There were signs of strangers. Elmen Hilde was watching me."

When I said that, I heard him whisper and Mululu moved to the next seat. Stand up, silently urged.

When I look at that look again, my lips pulled tied to my sharp gaze. The lips are drawn with thin Zhu, is the scent slightly incensed with perfume? Perhaps he has a personality that cares about his appetite.

I also think it would be rude to observe that way all the time, and as a courtesy to the nobility, I correct my posture as well.

So I thought I recognized her face. I don't even have to think about it. It's time for a militant tournament. After Miss Francesca lost, I feel like the lord of gaze I felt when I was talking to her was definitely her.

"Fold the militant tournament, did you see him once?

"- Have you noticed? Dear Range Yamada,"

"Of course. Be sensitive to your gaze."

"That's rude. No greetings then."

"Dear Range, could you possibly know me...?

"No. It was a militant tournament venue, it was just a mistake."

In fact, this is the first time I've talked to you. I was a little surprised by the cuter voice than I expected, as it emitted an air that seemed to feel cold from its sharp gaze and atmosphere. Is this also called a gap?

"Nice to meet you, …"

So I realize I haven't heard her name yet. Asking for a name here is also kind of a bad idea, so when I turned my gaze to Miss Francesca, she noticed my gaze and introduced me in a hurry.

"This is Mairentia Burton. It's my sister-in-law."

"I'm Mailentia Burton. Looks like my sister took care of you."

Miss Francesca introduced me to that, where Ms. Maerentia bowed her head.

The trick is sophisticated and not like wearing it overnight. Something like the mid-twenties when I was old? To say seven years older, you look a lot younger. Besides, that's how young you are and how well you behave as a nobleman. Probably been out in public more than ever, as a nobleman.

However, the gaze that seems to be strong remains intact. Maybe I'm not very welcome.

Is that it? Am I angry that I let my sister do something dangerous like an adventurer? With that in mind, I bow my head too.

"Was it you, the sister of Lord Francesca? I'm sorry I didn't say hello, though I didn't know."

"No, such. It looks like your sister has caused you trouble."

"That's not true. Lord Francesca helped me many times on my journey."

"Is that so? I was told by a college teacher that I would not grow up as a magician."

"I don't think it depends on the will of the person, not the talent"

As always, my gaze is sharp, but I feel gentle about that voice. Perhaps you don't consider Miss Francesca as bad as you are saying.

Instead, you may be worried about her acting as an adventurer. Well, normally I would. Because it's a profession that doesn't even know what tomorrow is going to be like, adventurers.

"Hehe. Looks like you met a good one, Francesca."

"Yes."

When I can lift that far, I feel so itchy. Miss Francesca, too, seems happy to be told that, with a grin on her face.

Out of sight, Mululu looked strange and Faerona had her mouth slightly broken (dusted). You must be laughing inside. Solnea doesn't seem very interested, she's just pointing her eyes at me that remind her of the quiet lake surface.

"Sorry to interrupt earlier when I noticed your gaze but didn't respond."

"No, welcome. I turned a gruesome glance at the person my sister took care of."

"Never mind. It is honorable for a man to look out for a beautiful woman."

"Hey."

"You're good."

Ermenhilde gives me a scratch, but apparently Mr. Maerentia is nodding without moving. There's not even a slight upset in his expression, and he's got a thin smile on his face. It's more of a reaction I know my language is a social dictionary than I'm used to being told.

That's all I found out, I'm used to this kind of conversation.

"What are you talking about, too, so why don't you sit down?

"Yes. Now, if you'll excuse me"

When I say that, everyone sits down to surround one table. However, only Mr. Maerentia and Solnea stand to the end.

I suppose Mr. Maerentia is about to sit down for the last time as a courtesy, but Solnea doesn't seem to understand very well. Maybe he's confused in my conversation with Mr. Maerentia.

"Solnea, you can sit down."

"Okay."

When I say that, Solnea lowers her back. Waiting for it, Mr. Maerentia lowered his back at the end of the day.

"I apologize for seeing you all of a sudden trying to use my sister"

"No, I'm surprised, but I was hoping to greet Lord Francesca's sister sooner or later."

"Huh?"

"Because I've put you in danger many times, dear sister. Soon, I thought I had to apologize."

"That's what I..."

That's it, Miss Francesca, who retains her words. Looks like Faerona stopped sitting next door. Its mouth is slightly broken. You probably know I'm saying things I don't even have in mind.

No, if I had the chance to see you this way, I was going to apologize. Yeah.

"So. What can I do for you?

"Yes, the martial arts tournament is over, so I'd like to thank my sister and invite her to the mansion if you don't mind."

"It's also polite"

Her sharp gaze softens slightly. Apparently, the invitation to the Mansion is sincere.

You won't have to worry about getting attacked for doing something dangerous to my sister. Well, I can't be alarmed because my gaze is as sharp as ever.

"Range. I think I know..."

As a matter of fact, I have a request from the goddess. Lead Solnea to the seat of the Demon God. And a request to make the demons look good.

It is a request that does not have a particular deadline, but does not want to take much time just because the content is content. to the Arben Elm continent via the Elflame continent. It would be a hassle not knowing how many days it would take to travel by boat.

"I'm very happy to invite you."

"What do you have planned?

"We were asked to do this first. We have to leave for the commercial city of Merdiole soon."

Merdiole, a commercial city. It is also said to be the most prosperous city in the continent of Imnesia, also the only port town with sea routes connecting the continent of Imnesia to the continent of Elflame.

Rent a ship from there and go to the continent of Elflame. I also considered borrowing the wings of Fafnir for her, but I refused to do so due to certain circumstances.

For once, I am one of the heroes who saved the world. No matter how much I myself deny it, it's common for me to think that's what happens around me.

That's how I revive the demon gods, the enemies of the world. Even if that is to extend the world's life, and whether the demon to resurrect is completely separate, it is too bad for the hero of salvation to resurrect the enemies of the world. Worst of all, it could be harmful not only to me, but to the other twelve. Thinking about it, I didn't need any help from anyone else, and I needed to act alone.

I may think too much, but this world is pure for better or worse. Believe in the goddess, and make his word absolute. The goddess told me to revive the demon god, but Utano said that if I were to say anything about it, I might be exposed to liars and hind fingers. Not so long ago, there is a nest of fear for demons at the root of the humans living in this world. It's staying deep enough that it can't be removed in just one year.

I don't even know what psychology is, like people's emotions. But - fear and hatred of the demon gods is a little understandable. I've only been living in this world for three years, and I've only been involved with demons for two years, but my feelings for demons are complicated. People in this world who live longer than me should have so many complex emotions swirling around that they don't go far beyond me.

So he did not act very prominently, and Fafnir's wings were only to be borrowed when he went from Elflame to Arbenelm - where there would be the seat of the demon god, to the castle of God.

"Are you in a hurry?

"Right. We need to hire a boat, so I'm thinking of hurrying."

"Now let me lend you our ship"

"What?"

On my behalf, Elmenhilde replies. Of course, Mr. Maerentia hasn't heard me.

"What's wrong?

So suddenly he looks back at me in a form of silence.

The trick feels somewhere young, and it does seem to me that this woman is Miss Francesca's sister.

"No. Can you get us a ship?

"Yep. My house is a merchant mainly Merdiole. In a few days, if you're alone."

Ask that much and turn your gaze to Miss Francesca. She seemed to remember not telling me about her parents' house, too, and she looked like she couldn't say anything.

Reminds me that I hadn't heard enough about her house to say anything. No, I didn't ask because she didn't feel very fond of noble titles. I didn't know her home was a merchant...... no.

When I first met him, I looked at the sword of the Spirit Silver (Mithril) and remembered what he was saying, I could explain that my eyes were fat when I saw things at home.

"That would be very helpful..."

"If they think it's bad this way, don't worry about it. Lending a ship to a hero is a form of trust that is hard to replace with money."

Well, I guess so.

I'm not good at commerce, but I know that its foundation consists of a relationship of trust between the store and the customer. In the original world, he hired celebrities to CM because he used them. If a ship is rented to a hero who doesn't even know the world, the house will have a foil called 'Hero Trust'. That's all there is to it, but I'm sure it's profitable that I don't understand.

It can't even be a give-and-take, but there's no reason to say no if there's any benefit over there. Ship arrangements are cumbersome and we don't know the market for renting a ship. Then the rice cake is a cake shop. It's safer to have someone who understands. If you are a relative of Miss Francesca, you can rest assured.

"Let me think for a second"

However, jumping here is also likely to show weakness, so we will open the door for once.

In fact, we're only a few days away from going on a journey. There's no need to rush back here.

"I know. The Wang capital is due to leave in three days, so if you reply by then,"

"I'm sorry"

"No, because it's so famous, it can be hard to move."

I seem to know the area, and I don't pay any particular attention to it. Maybe he knew I was going to say this.

"Now, if you'll excuse me. Thank you for your time."

And Mr. Maerentia, who is leaving with a token of courtesy. He looked harsh at first, but he looked pretty sweet at the end.

Did you trust me, or is that face an act too? Merchants - People on the side of dealing with money have difficulty because their insides are hard to read. Is that the same in every world?

"Hmm."

"I'm sorry, Master Range. Suddenly, I introduce my sister..."

"Oh, fine. If I ever had a chance to see you, I would have liked to talk to you once."

That's true.

I put your sister on a dangerous path. Even if she wanted it herself, it would be my job to give a word to her family. I taught her how to fight, and I showed her, mine.

And, well, we've already made up our minds about Mr. Maerentia. I can't help thinking deeply. I think so, and I turn my gaze to Faerona.

"What do we do now?

"Is that what you're asking me? What are you thinking next?

"... it's helpful to know."

"What do you mean?

When I hear that, Faerona flaunts her shoulders just knowing. Mululu doesn't seem to understand and will ask back, but the contents are as I said earlier.

Also embark on a journey. And on that journey, I'm thinking of inviting the Faeronas again.

We've made a few requests together. We're going to know what it's all about, and the personality of the individual. In the meantime, I thought it was okay to trust you.

"You were right. The next journey, its destination, is beyond the sea."

"Beyond the sea?

"Elflame continent. Cross over there. If you haven't decided to do something from now on, Faerona and Mululu. I'm going to hire you both."

When I said that, Mululu's eyes, which looked strange, opened slightly.

"Range took me?

"Mululu and Faerona, to be exact."

"... what about Fran?

With that said, she turned to Miss Francesca so that her expression worried about something. I guess it wasn't my fault I felt a little sad.

"Miss Francesca has a college. And the next journey... is a little dangerous."

"That, that. I'm not strong enough, am I?

"The next journey will be longer than that. Maybe I won't be able to come back to this continent for nearly a year"

When that happens, there will be a lot of problems as a student. Especially Miss Francesca, who graduated from the School of Magic this year for three years. That will also affect my life after graduation.

Given the neighborhood, I really don't think we can take her. Miss Francesca also seemed to know there, and when I told her the journey would be longer, it seemed complicated but she was exhaling in relief.

I don't think of her as a foothold. We've been traveling together for the past few months. I know its strength, its ability to act, its character. If you're Miss Francesca now, you can call yourself an adventurer at one end (full).

"It's a long journey again."

"Oh, just a little trouble asking."

"Where?"

"I'll tell you that if you take my request."

It's not easy to say that it was a request from Astraela to the boulder. Besides, there are people's eyes and mouths here. I don't even know where Astraela's and the purpose of this journey leaks.

Well, if I were to teach, I would leave for the commercial city (Merdiole).

'Even if I say it will be longer, maybe it will be over soon depending on the situation'

"Hmm."

'It's just a dangerous journey. That's all, I want you to accept that it's a request to trust the strength of both of you. "

"Don't say what you don't need, fool"

"What is a fool?"

"You're still close, you guys."

With such a bitter smile on our part, Faerona thinks about adding a finger to her chin. Mululu...... doesn't seem to think much of it. Maybe he's trying to leave it to Faerona's discretion.

"So, Master Range. For the Merdiole......"

"Oh. I'm going to the commercial city, even if there's nothing about the ship. That's it, let's go together."

"Yes."

When I said that, Miss Francesca nodded at me with a full smile.

I feel indescribable when I think I'm about to see this smile too.

"Range"

That's what I was called upon to do in a quiet voice.

When I turned my gaze, Solnea was still looking at me with a look that didn't make me feel any emotions.

"What can I do?

"What do you want to do?

To her questions, return them with questions.

Until now, I've told you to do this, oh, but from now on, let's hear her will. Even if there's nothing there yet.

Astraela said. Lead a demon god who hates battle to the throne of God who is different from the demon god (Naifer).

I still don't know what that means. But I understand that it can't be as it is now. Solnea today is no different than a doll who is told but just acts as she is told. I think that's because she was just born and doesn't yet have an emotion or something of her own will.

If you think about it, you can snort that Solnea doesn't have any memories. I think personality is a matter of living experience. I wonder if the emotions and will are rare because the experience has nothing on her.

Then what I'm gonna do is show her the world. The world of men, the world of beasts and subhumans. How beautiful and fun this world is.

Naifer wanted to fight and was a God who could only realise that he was alive in battle. As the Goddess (Astraela) spends her time watching people's lives, the Spirit God (Zeneria) slept in a quiet peace. Finally, the Demon God (Naifer) was terrified, frightened, and hated… he wanted to fight the mighty who came to him as his emotions were.

He must not have known the delicacy of the skewer roasted with oak meat, the warmth of the stew made with fresh ingredients, or the taste of the squeezed juice (juice) made with a squeeze of bright fruit.

Then I want to teach it to Solnea. Have the pleasure of talking to friends and associates about the beauty of this world.

Just as Elle, born as a weapon, so does Solnea, born as a demon god (the enemy of mankind)... I think so. Maybe it's a sweet idea, but that's all I have. I may be laughed at and frightened - but that's all I have.

"I don't know."

To my question like that, Solnea still... shrugged so with a face that I couldn't feel the wave of emotions.