The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

When I opened the crate-like crate of the treasure trove, it contained a set of familiar gear.

In a room with a collection of decorated swords, armor, robes and ornaments that don't seem very practical, the crate looks very old. On the contrary, it is arguably the least conspicuous part of this treasure trove.

Check the gear that wasn't a place where people like thieves could sneak in, but was still the least noticeable. Jacket (cape), leather gloves and boots on top and bottom of clothes. Clothes are leather but soft as cloth clothes and have a number of belts to keep your skin snug (fit). A few daggers are enchanted with a storage port (holster) that holds a dagger for throwing and that will definitely hit you if thrown. A knife for when Elmen Hilde is unavailable. This is a lower, but dragon fang. The coat (cape) is protected by a wind spirit (silf), which also helps to soothe the impact when falling from a high place. Elf-finished ornaments on the part where the coat (cape) is fastened to the chest. You think this little ornament also contains magic, which helps lighten the body of the mind equipper?

It's not the same purpose I've seen before, but it's completely different from a defensive point of view. What is more, a delicacy made by Kudo using warcraft and demonic tribes living on the Arbenelm continent as materials. It takes a dozen adventurers just to crusade, which is exactly what we call monsters. There is only one piece of equipment (bespoke) in the world that has never been commercially available. Not only is it physically defensive, but it can withstand resistance to witchcraft and the exhalation (braces) of dragons (dragons) and warcraft. This alone would increase survival for the most part.

Oh, there it is.

"Did You Finally Find Me"

When taken out, it is very light. Is it a little dusty because I still haven't used it in a long time? But I don't think it's in bad shape even though I haven't used it in a year. He seemed to manage his clothes so that they didn't hurt.

"Did they find you?

"Oh, there it is. What about you?"

"This one, maybe a little more."

When I get out of the treasure trove, thinking about drying a little outside first, I get a voice from another part of the treasure trove.

The voice is beyond over-decorated armor. When I went there with my clothes, I made sure to point my shapely ass at this one, and Utano was looking at the tools (Mizukuro) that I might be able to use for my trip. Since it is a room without windows to prevent intruders, the buttocks illuminated by the light of the magic lamp (lamp) are shaking. I know even a slight change in its shadow because it looks like a tight dress. If I may add, the line of underwear floating in the dress very seduces me.

If you stray from your gaze so that you don't lose that temptation, try stroking your fingers pointlessly with armor that doesn't seem to be of any use on the battlefield. It seems to be well cleaned and the slightest dust does not stick to your fingertips. Well, it's a treasure trove, so I guess I clean it every day. Maybe.

In my head, I also calmly analyze the armor.

"What's up, Range?

"No. This armor is going to sell high," he said.

'Right. There are many ornaments, but there is no magical protection. It's just heavy.'

"It's a liturgical armor, that's fine."

I never see this one, my butt talks. No, Mr. Utano? Looks like he's looking for something in the back, with his butt shaking left and right.

If Ermenhilde had not been here, what would have happened? In the past few days, I have either worked seriously recoil or sigh into myself being weirdly aware of Mr. Utano. Is Utano more defenseless than that? Isn't it funnier not to be aware, such as being alone with a man in such darkness? Well, Elmen Hilde's with me.

I would have been more sensitive to my gaps before. Or are you invited?

Ermenhilde is where he is and there won't be any of that, if you think so, maybe Utano is still relaxed too. Interval to the next event after a major event as well. Even Mr. Utano is human. Even if you use powerful magic, you can't do anything to keep an eye on your surroundings all the time. This way, when you are distracted, you know the importance of being distracted and able to rest physically and mentally.

Then I'm sure you're resting now. It's complicated as a man, but I don't feel bad if that's all you can trust me with.

"If you need anything else, you can take it. King Joshua has given me permission."

"And I don't care what you say."

The journey ahead. Because it is difficult to support it as a country, they say you can at least use items from the treasure trove. On the continent of Imnesia, you can just ask him to give you some gold and silver coins, but since the concept of money is not yet well established on the continent of Elflame, this is how Mr. Utano is asked to choose precious metals and ornaments that he seems to be able to use for barter.

I can tell practical things, too, but I don't like to tell decorative things like gems and accessories. Exquisite, but this is going to suit everyone, that's all. And to what extent can you tell if it's real or fake? It's hard, too, unless you've seen the real thing many times. The knowledge around it worked out desperately on previous journeys. Anyway, there's not much use in the fight, so if it wasn't useful around here, it was really your stuff,

Even if I look around, I can only assume that impractical weapon protective equipment is stored. I don't have magic, so I can't use it even if I know I have magical protection. It's inconvenient inside, and my physique.

Take one small ring that was decorated and play with a circle at your fingertips. Illuminating the light of the lamp, the letters used by the elves were inscribed inside the ring. From what I read, it apparently has the effect of slightly increasing the physical ability of the gear.

"Hmm."

"You're giving it to someone?

"That might be good, too."

Though I would be more right to say they will use it than give it away. Fairona or Miss Francesca would be able to use it. Mululu changes the size of his arms during the battle, so the ring seems to only get in the way. Speaking of which, I didn't give you the celebration of the militant tournament, shall I give it to Miss Francesca?

Though I think so, should I still prepare my own items for the celebration? In this way, the items borrowed from the treasure trove are not touching or anything. I dare to stick that ring in my pocket and try to find other things.

'What's that on the right, scratch pills?

"Yeah?"

Turning his gaze as they say, the area is decorated with colorful chemicals. When one of them is illuminated by the light of a magic light (lamp), it transmits a dull light. The label says a difficult name to pronounce. Looking back, the drug effect was labeled. Apparently, it's a powerful paralytic.

I can't say it's a wound pill, but would it help? The poison on the boulder is difficult to handle, so return it to the original location. Then take the bottle next to it. Again, the name is difficult to pronounce. However, the contents of that bottle are considerably less than the rest. They say the other stuff is a bottle, but that's only about half the contents.

"What's that?

"Wait a minute."

When I look back and say that the drug effects are...... it says exciting drugs behind the names of the various medicinal herbs.

Medicines with reduced contents and a drug effect called exciting drugs. Yeah. Could this be it?

"Wound pills?

"No. You don't seem to have anything like that."

"Then there's nothing for you."

I don't need it, but here's the thing. Is it very interesting to say that you can cheer up your manhood?

I further reach for the next bottle wondering if there is anything else similar.

"So."

As I was checking the contents of the bottle, Mr. Utano accidentally opened his mouth. Again, keep your butt pointed at this one.

As it is, I put the stimulant and its bottle in my trouser pocket. No, conditional reflexes, or something. I think I did something wrong. Reflection also...... might.

"I heard what the journey was all about, but how soon will it be back and this is what it looks like?

"I don't know. Six months, a year..."

Longer. Maybe it's short.

"I don't know."

"Yes."

When I honestly said that, I got a flatter response like that.

"Hmm... well, maybe this is the place"

Have I made you angry, too unplanned? With that in mind, Utano stretched his back and exhaled so.

In his hand is a leather bag filled with items that never seem heavy.

"With all this, you'll be fine for a while"

"Oh. Thanks"

"Thanks, Yuko"

"That's unusual, I honestly can't believe you're thanking me"

"Really?

"It's always a twisted reply, not a devil."

"Thank you, I'm going to keep my mouth shut..."

Would you have used such a twisted word? I was aware of it when I teased you, but when I thanked you - I meant it right.

When I got stuck in the words, Mr. Utano shivered his shoulder by hiding his mouth as if such a reaction seemed interesting.

"Just kidding. Thank you very much."

"That's good. If you don't thank me properly, I'm sorry for Utano."

"That's the only place you're serious. You."

"... is that the only place?"

"Umm."

Are you on Mr. Utano's side, Elmen Hilde? A little sadder, I receive the leather bag offered. It is a size to ride flat, yet very heavy.

Is it funny that I'm depressed, Mr. Utano loosens his eyes slightly while keeping his back on the shelf where he was fishing earlier? Still feeling sharp about eye-catching is better not to say.

"Really, you're coming home, right?

"Of course. I'll be back... and I'm not done paying my debts yet."

"You did. Don't step down, okay?

"I don't mean to be so unfaithful."

"Yeah.... I know that too"

And now whoever sees it will turn a smile and a discerning look to this one.

"But the actual problem. How do you make that woman, Solnea, a demon god?

"Well. He told me to lead him to the throne of God, but I don't know where that is. I can't believe I'm taking Naifer to where I killed her."

"Yes, it's going to be a tough trip."

"Not really. It's where I arrived once, and the second time, I have previous knowledge."

The ecology and properties of the demons living on the Arbenelm continent, where the demons meet, and the terrain.

If you take advantage of it, you'll be able to reach the castle of the demon gods by myself.

"I trust you there. What makes you the best survivor?"

"Really?"

"It's just you and Shuu-kun. And you can tell the difference between weeds."

Not all of them.

"But you know what you can eat. I think that would be great."

"When I say that, Utano can read the letters of the old elves and dwarves, and he can hear the voice of the Spirit"

From me, I think you'll be more useful on the journey.

Ma, if I mention it, it'll be grand. So lift each other all the way up and then stop the conversation.

'So, does the range have any athe?

"Hmm?"

"It's Ate who turns Solnea into a god of battle haters."

"Well. They see people's lives, they eat delicious meals, they see beautiful scenery..."

'Is that all you can do, like people?

"I think I can be."

Elmen Hilde says in a frightened voice, but I laugh at that voice. When I saw it, Mr. Utano also hid his mouth with his right hand.

"That's how there's a god who likes humans."

"Master Astraela?

"Well, how'd it go?"

I think it was just delicious rice over there.

However, at the same time that Hermen Hilde, who says so, is funny, slight sorrow also passes his chest. Elle's memory will not return. No, Elle and Elmenhilde are different beings, so is it right to say that her memory is only in us?

Still, the grief is only marginal. I never sigh like I used to. Laughing, I just felt a tickling pain in the back of my chest.

I'm sure this pain won't be felt soon either.

I'm sure I'll cry then.

"What's up, Range?

"Hmm?"

"Wow, I was so relieved. Are you tired?

"Ainya. Well, I was just remembering a god who likes humans."

'Hmm?'

"... yes"

Ermenhilde raised a strange voice, and Mr. Utano understood my insides with that one word.

Elle's death. The only three people who know about it are me and Utano and Kotaro, who will meet on the Elflame continent. If I hadn't told anyone about it, I'm sure Utano and Kotaro wouldn't have told anyone. When that happens, a girl named Elle... will the death of the goddess only exist among the three of us?

Thinking about it, I felt a tingling pain in the back of my chest again.

"When this journey is over, there's something I have to tell you, too."

"To me, too?

"Oh."

"Hmm. I don't expect much, but let's just wait and see."

"It's either you're not expecting or you're looking forward to it."

'When Range says that, he often makes fun of me. So I'm not expecting... but I'm just looking forward to it'

"The way you put it, are you looking forward to being made fun of?

"No. I don't care if they make fun of me - I look forward to talking to you."

"Phew... you're quite a weirdo"

'I can't help it. Range of... a weapon.

You almost said you were a partner now. He seems to be aware of it as well, and feels a bad vibe somewhere in the first place.

"I know we're close, but I hope you don't forget me and make a world just for the two of us"

"No, no. Because we're not that close."

"Mm."

With his shoulders clasped aside, Ermenhilde raises his dissatisfied voice. That's the usual, too.

Utano walks over quietly to us like that. Those beautiful, cold fingers touch my cheeks.

"Yeah."

Whoever sees that look will say smile. But for some reason, it seemed like I was crying.

"Well, I'll buy it out later."

And he exhales to change his mood, and then he says that in a brighter voice than usual.

"You, darling, are fine. Travel by carriage to the commercial city of Merdiole."

"Really?"

"And because some things may be unusual. I'll go shopping over there."

"Then let's get out of here first"

That's what I'm gonna say, Mr. Utano, after the treasure trove. Me too, throw up afterwards and get out of the treasure. A simple wooden door, but two soldiers are stationed at the entrance and exit.

The soldier greets me and Mr. Utano as they come out of the treasure trove.

"Do you think you can wear that?

"Dusty"

"Then let's rent a place to dry"

"Then we'll do it in the sun."

"Not bad."

No, I was just kidding.

I kind of felt that Utano's walking was lighter on that one. His gaze remains sharp and he plays with his long dark hair spinning in circles at his fingertips. That's a habit when she's in a good mood.

Even though the expression is always the same, it would be an advantage to have traveled together to some extent to understand her mood with those trivial habits. Utano, who noticed my gaze like that, looks up to me in surprise.

"No. You look in a good mood," he said.

"... not really."

Still, I can't stop fingering my hair. Being unaware of the habit is also adorable. Tell Utano about this habit?

Who would do such a stupid thing?

The place you are aiming for is an open place opposite the castle gate, which should also be called the backyard. It's where the maids always dry their laundry. Then you won't be complaining about sun-drying your gear. The sun hits at this time of year, so it's just right for sunshine.

Then he arrived in the backyard rubbing off with some soldiers, knights and nobles. There was a client there. The maids weren't incorporating the dry laundry.

A woman with long stretched silver hair wearing a white dress decorated with just a few ornaments - Princess Amarda Imnesia, the only daughter of King Joshua, whose person was sitting on the bench and breathing. There is no Rin look I saw during the martial arts tournament, and I look somewhere far away with a truly clear look. The atmosphere is different from usual, but I seem to have noticed this presence when I look at the side of it, and its gaze turns.

"Oh?"

"This is Princess Amarda."

"Hehe. Without a hard greeting. Right now, nobody's watching."

"Okay."

"Huh."

You change your tone that easily?

I wonder what it is. Did these two get along while I was gone?

I used to be more of a gizgi, or Princess Amarda was afraid of Mr. Utano. With that gaze and tone, I don't think people who don't know each other well can help but get scared. But the time of year is amazing. I think I can feel Taro Urashima.

With a slight feeling of not falling, I go to the side of Princess Amarda to imitate (if) Utano.

"Princess, excuse me for a moment."

"Yes?"

"Yamada, clothes"

When I give my jacket to the left hand that said and offered, Utano starts paying for the rust and dust even though he says it's in front of the princess. Is it really good? Do you mean disrespectful, rude, or whimsical? When I turned my gaze to Princess Amarda with that thought, I was kind of looking at Mr. Utano with eyes that even the stars seemed to find behind it.

"Sounds like fun. May I, too?

"... eh"

"I don't mind. Yamada, pants."

Yep...... When I turned my gaze to Utano to confirm again, he didn't even look at me because he seemed too busy bashing his jacket.

I don't know, I give my pants to Princess Amarda like I was told. Then the princess starts to bash just like Utano with a smile on her face that looks fun. Its thin arms seem to have only as much power as they seem, and it's dangerous to watch. Watching Princess Amarda like that, Utano, who dried her jacket, demands a coat (cape).

That's how the leather gloves and boots were also by the end of drying, two women were sitting on the bench disturbed by breath. No, the princess, anyway, Mr. Utano would be too weak.

"What?"

"Lack of exercise?

"... I'm good at desk work"

"Yes, yes."

That's what I've been saying for a long time, spreading a dagger and a dragonbone knife on the ground, remembering. When it is released from the sheath, check the condition of each piece of its body as the sun shines.

The condition will be ready for use now. Throw a bottle of dagger and it stabs the ground a little further away.

"Go back."

Whimpering at the same time, the dagger returns to hand. There are seven daggers. Try all of them to make sure they work properly.

"That's an interesting sword"

"Well, it's made by the elves"

With that said, now manipulate the dragonbone knife like a crook to see how it's doing. This one, too, is fine. Demons, warcraft, and weapons that the Demons have deposited their lives on the Arbenelm. Very comforting.

When it was over, a small applause reached my ear. Turning her gaze, Princess Amarda is applauding.

"Because you showed me something fun"

"No, as long as it's ugly."

Deliver the knife to the sheath. Ermenhilde is silent, probably because he's in a diagonal mood.

Even when I used the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword, he still doesn't really like me using weapons other than Ermenhilde. Beautifully wiping away every piece of dirt on Dagger's blade, bitterly laughing at such a partner's adorable protest.

"So, you two seem to be very close."

"The language is a little weird, Master Range"

"Because I'm surprised. I didn't know Utano had a good friend..."

"Does that make it sound like I don't have any friends?

"It's my fault."

Shoulder to shoulder, obvious sigh. I'm on the ground, and Mr. Utano is sitting on the bench, so it's a form that's overlooked by that cold gaze.

I think there's something wrong with me around that I feel used to.

"Ha. So, Princess, why are you here?

"A little bit, I think."

"Where do you think?

"Yes."

What is it? Listen to the two of you as you wipe the third dagger.

"Even before..."

"Yes."

"I think Yuta is too kind."

...... hmm. Even though it has a severe (serial) atmosphere, I wonder what it is. I almost dropped the dagger I had in my hand.

"Let me ask you something."

"Ah. What is it, Master Range"

"Is that a good story for me to hear?

"I don't mind. No, I'd rather hear from a man."

"Yamada, your opinion is... useful or not"

"What are you talking about?

"You don't have to worry about it."

"Why? I'd like to hear it, too. '

How can you be intrigued by weird things, my partner?

"So what happened to the Nine Seasons?

"I don't have people's eyes right now. You don't need a hard word, Master Range."

"Ha."

When I turn my gaze to Mr. Utano, he's shaking his neck to the side. Maybe she, too, was pushed off at this rate.

"So, because the Nine Seasons did something to you?

"No. Instead, do you say you won't do anything... even last night"

No. I don't want to hear that kind of vid story from a woman. Is that because I have fantasies about a creature called a girl? Well, Princess Amarda is only eighteen, and Mr. Utano is twenty-eight this year. Say very much about girls...

"What?"

"No."

Humans may die just to be stared at. Thoughts that have gone past my head several times since I came to this world. I feel like a weak herbivore when I drop my gaze on the dagger at hand so they don't notice me.

"So, what did you do last night?

"I was in your bedroom at night..."

Is he also a wife or herbivore? A beauty like Princess Amarda visits her room at night and she seems to respect it as something she can well tolerate.

"... first, I fell asleep"

"That way!?

"Huh?"

"Oh, excuse me. Keep going."

Shit. This princess, she's natural.

I used to think of it as a deep-window lady, but the contents are quite natural. So much so that I accidentally scratch.

"But nothing to me sleeping..."

"Didn't we sleep in a bed together?

"Yeah, of course it is"

That's awesome, Nine Seasons. To his self-control, I'm just going to be stunned. Or is it okay for me, the man, to listen to such a story?

To ask myself a few more times, I still don't get the answer back.

"We're new to each other, so I still think it's better to be conscious at first. It'll be a memorial."

Sounds kind of like the expression sucks, Mr. Utano.

That. Do women talk to each other a lot like this? I can put some effort into my hands polishing the dagger, kind of whimsical.

"But. You can't ask her out, you can't let her drink, you can't show her how she sleeps. … I'm going to lose confidence"

"Princess......"

"Hmm."

I can't hide my surprise that you were so carnivorous. Even though the look and atmosphere are clear, the contents are carnivorous... I'm afraid of girls. Moreover, the person is unconscious or really seems to behave in contemplation of the ninth season. Utano sends a glimpse here with a flicker, but there's nothing I can do.

I know the character of the ninth season. I'm sure he cares about the princess. But princess, I'm glad it seems important, but do you want me to point more at you or bump your desire?

... my thoughts have become inexplicable.

"By the way. You always talk to Utano like this?

"Hey."

"Yes, Yuko listens to me from time to time."

"By the way, what?

"Don't tell me that. I'm a little embarrassed to tell you."

I don't feel like it anymore. I don't suppose it was Utano's idea to invite him or give him a drink, which I was talking about earlier. Must have been lifted because he's experienced or something. That appearance comes to mind, and I realize my mouth has loosened while trying not to speak to my voice.

You realize what I've noticed, I'm surprised at the look on Utano's face. I guess I can't fix my gaze because I'm upset.

"So, Master Range. Do you have any good ideas?

"Well. From here on out, I just think a positive attack is the best way"

"Is that a positive attack?

"We'll have dinner together, we'll drink to each other, we'll make a mood, or we'll invite you to bed. If you're a guy like Nine Seasons, I think it's more effective than attacking with a weird hand."

"So I couldn't."

"... thatheheheck"

Yuta won't want Yamada to tell you either.

"Not at all."

Elmenhilde, whose side are you on?

I think of something like that, heartbroken by my partner's terrible betrayal. Well, there may be about 50% of the inferior (guessy) thoughts that tonight's ninth season is going to be interesting.

"Then I have something nice."

"Anyway, it must be something that's not even Locke."

I reach into my pocket pretending I can't hear Mr. Utano whining. That's the stimulant I found in the treasure trove earlier. There are some of these things, and I thought about saying something like that...

What I took out was a bottle full of contents. It's not a stimulant, but a medicine I took afterwards that I haven't even confirmed yet.

"What's that?

"I wonder where you brought it from, such a thing"

"From the treasure trove"

"You were looking for something like that while you were letting me help you?

Utano's gaze gets sharper.

"So, what's in it?

"What does it say, Range"

"Yep..."

Confirm the efficacy of the medicine while under the sun. Beautiful light red liquid. It had a number of ingredient names on it, and finally - it had ecstasy.

…………

"What is it, Master Range?

"Mr. Yamada?

No, this one was more dangerous than the stimulant. Instead, when I try to put that bottle back in my pocket, Utano snaps his fingers pattin about what I thought. That's all, the feel of the bottle in my hand disappeared.

When I turn my gaze in haste, the bottle is in Utano's hands.

…………

"Dear Yuko, what is it?

When that happens, it is now Utano's turn to shut up. Boulders are wise men. You seem to know exactly what ecstasy is. You reclaimed it because you thought I had something weird ready again, but you didn't think that weird stuff was ecstasy. Of course, I didn't think either.

As I look at it, its cheeks turn red. It's a change of expression that I would never show in public. Princess Amalda also seems surprised by the change, because it's always the top of the Buddha or because it's an atmosphere that doesn't attract people.

Watching Utano change like that made me feel somewhere agreeable that I might die today.

Who the hell kept this stuff in a treasure trove?

"What the hell?

"I don't know, Master Elmenhilde."

Listening to the two swallowing voices, I take the Ermenhilde out of my pocket and release it a little further away. Pattin and Utano's fingers rang as if waiting for it.

All you have to do is go to hell for the ninth season. That's what I thought as I went to hell. Really, I think it's sweet that you're collecting daggers that you haven't delivered to the storage area (holster) of the belt that was lined up on the ground.

They say we're going to have to go on a life-threatening journey soon... and we're the same.

I'll do the stupid thing, get punished. Just like old times. - Also, I felt like I was back. In the circle where my people are.

I think the ecstasy is too stupid for boulders. And I'm really glad the kids aren't around.