The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

The next morning. Going to the North Gate of the Wang Urban Wall a little earlier than planned, there was a group of adventurers consisting of five carriages and a dozen were being chased to load the carriage.

One of them, around an international luxurious carriage, is four knight-style soldiers dressed in armor helmets unlike adventurers. I don't know if Mr. Maerentia hired him or if he's a knight serving the Burton family, but I can tell he's got a lot of skill in how to dress his full body armor and how alert he is to his surroundings. In the end, I don't know who it is, and I haven't seen the movement, so I can only imagine it.

Looking at one of those knights, Miss Francesca, who was in a position to be protected by those four, noticed here. Late, Mr. Maerentia sends his gaze over here, too.

It would be rude not to say hello, so I'll take you there. I don't like being tough, but that won't be the reason.

"Dear Range, Thank you for joining us today."

"No. It's my pleasure to have a horse for you. Thank you."

"Such. As for this one, if you can get in the same carriage..."

"I'm sorry about that one. I prefer horses."

That being said, I refuse to take the same carriage easily. I sincerely want to take care of the opportunity to talk to a beauty like Mr. Maerentia if you don't mind riding something else. However, I would also like to ask you to refrain from saying that you will continue to have a tough conversation in the carriage during the day. What a shame. I don't think we can get along personally, but don't you want to cherish the encounter? If that's a beauty, it's still a thing.

That would be a natural thought as a man. Yeah.

But the sight is sharp, unlike the tone. That's what happened the other day, so maybe this eye-catching is vegan. Because of the atmosphere my sister really understood, the sharpness of her eyes on the contrary has become remarkable. Well, that's one flavor.

"It's a shame. I was very interested in your story."

"It would be an honor to have you say that, but you haven't done that much rare martial arts either. I am."

"Really? From my sister, she said she was a wonderful man."

"Oh, sister."

Well, how did Miss Francesca explain me? I'm curious, but it would be difficult to hear that on this occasion. Most importantly, people have too many ears.

I will remember that if I get a chance to ask.

"On my own, it was difficult to reach the Wang capital. Thanks to you, sister, and other people."

"You're being modest."

"Such a thing. My sister really helped me. I'd like to thank you."

When I lifted her like that, Miss Francesca was blushing.

"Kohon"

"Now, if you'll excuse me for a moment. Beyond, I'm keeping my people waiting. Let me know if you need anything"

"Yes, well, please wait a little longer. We're almost done loading."

"Yes."

Yes, yes. When I give my partner a heartfelt bitter smile at his adorable cross spear, he leaves the field somewhere. It strikes me that Miss Francesca had a full smile on her face. Mr. Maerentia is smiling gracefully.

"You look sloppy."

"I was born with this face."

"... hum"

"I guess it's just a greeting."

I grin bitterly at Ermenhilde, who has bent his umbilical cord (navel), gently stroking the edge (fudge) of the medal in his pocket. I don't think that would make me in a better mood, but the novels are exceptionally diminished.

Look around subtly, thinking such a cute Elmen Hilde. I said I was keeping my people waiting, but that's not true. Instead, I just got here, so I haven't even checked to see if the Faeronas are here. It's a bad idea to walk around looking before you say that to a boulder. That's how looking just by sight, the blonde elf and the white wolf beast man could be found right away. What do you care, those two? On a bench a little further away, Solnea also sits.

He seems to have noticed this one over there, and he's turning his gaze. As I walked over, I felt the look on their faces softened a little.

"I'm sorry. Are we late?

"Yeah."

"... when I got here, you weren't even there."

"It's my fault."

Don't lie to me, lie to me. Let that pretty lie loosen your mouth and distract you just a little. Again, I can feel at ease beside (buckwheat) my thoughtful companions.

It's not that the adventurers around you can't be trusted, but they still build walls, or is it the sex of a human being who lives an adventurer for a long time?

"Anything wrong?

"Hmm?"

With that in mind, Mululu looks up at me strangely....... as usual, though its eyes are blurred to sleep.

"Right. As for this one, I thought the range would come a little faster"

"Really?

"I thought I was coming earlier than meeting time and getting ready"

"How serious are you, I am"

'Right...... ha'

I'm not that serious. Well, I'm concerned about the behavior hours ago.

And Elmen Hilde? That's how much I get depressed when I get all those big sighs, right?

There was a lot going on last night.

"A lot?"

"Oh, so many things."

"Weren't you just pissed off"

"Keep your mouth shut there, buddy"

"And I was drinking."

"Totally. About the day before, couldn't stand it?

"I was invited. Besides, it wasn't the booze that slept with him."

In the first place, I can't even say I'm a sleeper because I was here before I left.

It would also be wild to argue about things around there. Is it more right or more fun to be humbled than to break me here? This kind of conversation is fun too.

Fayrona is laughing somewhere fun, too, with a shudder.

"Totally. You're out of your mind, you're pissed off."

"Angry?

"Adult men are in a lot of trouble, Mulu."

Yeah, when I hung up on the play, that sleepy face just gave me a slightly murky look. Turn your gaze toward Faerona, amused by that slight change.

"What were you doing?

I just said, "Especially nothing."

"Bored."

When I asked him, he said he refused easily when he tried to help me pack. As a friend of Miss Francesca, we are in a position to be called as guests of Mr. Maerentia.

We don't really care, but as noblemen, we can't let our guests help us pack. Aristocratic mentz or something. It's a lot harder than me, nobility.

Mululu doesn't really care, but Faerona doesn't say anything in particular about the time she waits out of hand, drawing on the circumstances around it. On the inside, though, he seems equally bored.

It's still early in the morning, and not many of us are. About the soldiers watching the walls and wandering around the kingdoms. There are no taverns or guilds near the castle gate, so there are few adventurers.

"What happened to that outfit?

"Hmm?"

"Before this, clothes are different"

"Oh. I had the King give me back the gear I was keeping."

When I said that, Fayrona had only a few surprised eyes, and Mululu just said, yeah. He's not proud of himself.

"He's a little unresponsive."

"I don't know if it's good or bad."

"You're a beast. For Mululu, its flesh is a weapon and armor."

"Yes."

"Still, show some interest. He's not worth explaining."

I don't think so. It's adorable how you strain your chest. Is the wolf's tail shaking loosely because he's in a good mood? Nothing, I guess Faerona didn't mean to compliment you either.

And once I rang my nose like I noticed something, I brought that face closer to me for what I thought.

"Smells like a forest"

"You know what I mean?

"I have a good nose."

That's what I say, and I squeal my nose. If I do, lift the sleeve of my clothes and hit my nose. I wonder if you smell sweaty, too.

"Smells like a forest?

"Nuts and grass flowers, deep forest air...... and wind. The smell of earthy spirits (gnome) and windy spirits (silf)"

"Protecting the Spirit? Is it because boulders are equipped to fight demons?"

Faerona reacts to such a mululu voice. From that reaction, I think I know what my gear looks like. Again, subhumans (elves) and beasts living with the Spirit are sensitive to this kind of equipment.

Human-built equipment is certainly sturdy. Iron, steel, silver. But it deteriorates with time, and if it is used hard, it becomes worn and broken.

However, unless Spirit Silver (Mithril) equipment trained by Dwarves or elf protection such as this equipment is lost, that defense will not be compromised. Dead forests like the Rotten Spirit Forest diminish their effectiveness, but spiritual protection is severe in the Elflame and Arbenelm continents where they are headed. I know on my journey a year ago that it will show more defense than it looks.

These two seem to know what's going on around here.

... Again, it's not worth explaining.

"It's not funny... you don't have the pleasure to explain it,"

"Long story on the range, hard"

"Occasionally, you talk funny."

Mululu grumbles so poorly as he strays from his gaze. I don't think I've explained it that long. I wonder what kind of character I am in Mululu.

What do you mean, you don't fall for it, or do you care? I have to talk to you slowly for once, and I turn my gaze around.

And Solnea, sitting on a bench a little further away, was in sight. Because it's a dim time when the sun hasn't risen yet, the beauty in black feels like she's haunted somewhere. The presence is thin, the expression is blurred, and I can't feel the will either. When a child sees it, he may even think of it as a more elaborate doll than a human being.

"If you think so, you need to study a little."

"... good"

"Fun, study"

You'll see what you don't know. I think that's a kind of pleasure.

I used to hate studying, and I guess it's because I worked there. Come to this world and desperately learn to read and write, travel minds, demonic ecology, how to handle weapons, how to fight. Not because it was necessary to live, not to live, but I remember being very happy that the knowledge was useful. I was glad to be relied upon by people, even if it was a burning blade of remembrance.

Knowledge is power. I'm just going to teach Mululu to study next time I have time.

"Even Faerona and Miss Francesca are studying."

"Ugh."

"See?"

"Phew...... oh right"

Nodding not just to me but to Fayrona, Mululu slipped his gaze so he could escape. I see, he doesn't like to study. But maybe it's not that I don't like it because I don't rebel.

The beast man is a race that runs through the earth and the forest. I'm sure you don't like the fact that you don't "move" about sitting in a chair and reading a book.

"I was reading a book with Francesca at the King's Inn, but you'll soon get tired of it"

"Faerona, I told you to keep your mouth shut."

"Oh, did I?

As such, Fayrona flaunts her shoulders with great admiration. Usually just a sober image, the trick of making fun of Muru now looks like a lot of fun.

Mululu is a mulu, a bad study is the subject of discussion and he is silent. The tail, which was slowly shaking earlier, is now dripping toward the ground. I don't feel like I'm drooling without a heart or a wolf ear.

"Do you want to ride in a carriage and travel with Miss Francesca while reading in a book as well?

"Say no."

It was a quick answer. The seriousness of living in that voice is hilarious again.

"Really? Get in the carriage, be protected by an escort, and travel while reading a book. I think you look like a lady."

"That's because I'm not good at it"

Mululu is no less than Miss Francesca, and I wish she had. Well, that also means healthy attraction.

"Too bad. I thought I'd laugh if it didn't look good on me"

"Range is the same, mean as ever"

"I can't help it. That's the character."

When I say that and flatter my shoulders, Mululu moves to hide behind Fayrona.

"You hated me"

"I don't look that way, though."

And that's what he said. He was goofing Fayrona's back. From the sound, it doesn't seem so strong. Fayrona, who was slapped, is also laughing loosely at her mouth, although she hasn't put it out. As for the mood, did I just say that I stubbornly made my daughter my age?

"Well, I'm gonna have a little more time, so I'm gonna go over there"

"Oh. Nice to meet you"

When I say no and leave the two of them, I approach the bench where Solnea is sitting. You didn't make it slight while we were talking, exactly the same position you saw earlier. Don't you get tired?

Sitting down next to such a sornair, there was finally a slight change there. Even so, that face just turned sideways.

"Morning."

"Yes."

"Good morning to greet you. Solnea."

"... good morning"

When I say that, I say words like parrot back. I'm sure you don't really know what that means. I thought about how to explain that, and I got stuck with the words. Speaking of which, why do we say "good morning" every morning? I try to remember my childhood, but I don't get an answer. Is it correct that at some point I was speaking? As a matter of course, myself because my parents said so every morning.

Kids say they imitate their parents, but will greetings and actions imitate their parents as well? I kind of feel like I've gotten into a sea of thought from myself.

"What's wrong, Range?

"No, it's nothing. Anyway, we're going on a journey today, but has anything changed?

"Especially"

I guess so.

The flavor of a journey can be finding scenery you don't know, various encounters, or gold. Each person, but the flavor of the journey as far as I can think of, is not linked to Solnea. Is that because you know this woman won't be interested in any of it?

A woman who has nothing else but the knowledge necessary to live a life such as words.

Previously on life, the sensibility of seeing something and feeling beautiful or fun, and the desire to get something. I don't have the 'emotions' that people have in their chests when they realize it yet. It is what the child gets in the process of growing up and grows as the body grows. There is nothing in Solnea that should also be called 'heart'. At least, I can't feel it.

"Right."

Should I have said something, or is this okay now? I'm not good at bothering my head with conversations. Even though he said he wouldn't bother his mind so much to negotiate with merchants.

You felt something for me like that, and Solnea was staring at me.

"What's up?

"No. Am I, what, wrong?

"... what?

"Not always, slightly different"

"No? What?

"I don't know."

It's like a proper conversation, like it's not a conversation. What a subtle take on words, I think. Maybe you noticed me talking with my head more than usual.

But to put it that way, Solnea's gaze was diverted from mine. Also, turn to the mercenaries packing. There is no questioning.

"Do you care?

"What is it"

"I'm the one who's different."

"Yes."

And again, that gaze turns to me. Black eyes that don't float any emotions are so deep and cold. It's like a bottomless hole. I'm stuck in those eyes, but I don't want to distract from them.

"Then listen. You can ask me anything you don't know or care about."

"Okay."

And that voice too. Flat everywhere, nothing.

Similar, can you say? Weapon from the first time we met (Ermenhilde). Not with Elle, but with her when she called hermenhilde. She had nothing but to be a weapon, and Solnea, who doesn't even have it.

That's what I thought, I shook my head to the side. Elle is Elle. Solnea is Solnea. It may be helpless to associate Elle from Solnea, but it would be rude to compare. For both.

"Was there anything interesting?

"No. You're just doing something," he said.

I still don't have any emotions on that gaze or voice. It hasn't changed since we first met, and I feel like I'm just saying what I came up with.

"Something?

I pick up the words and ask Solnea. I don't know if this is the right thing to do, but I think the only way to have a conversation with Solnea is to talk about something that might interest me.

Usually I can have some anticipation from the voice and tricks of the conversational person, but that's also difficult when I'm a soldier. There's a slight shake from time to time, but I don't think that's as much of an interest. I just wondered, it would be a degree of thought.

"Wear luxurious clothes and work for others to earn wages. And how much is it worth?"

"That again. Philosophy, that's a hard question."

"Tetsuki?

It means thinking about the fundamentals of things.

When I say that, I can't seem to understand it. Solnea is staring at me again. Well, I don't even think philosophy is in this world, so is that the right reaction?

In the first place, my own philosophy is to the extent that I know the word and the meaning. No, it would only be on one side, such as the meaning I know. It may also be part of philosophy to know only one side of the word.

"What a human being can live if he has food and drinking water and a place to live. No clothes, no money, you think?

"I don't think so. Wearing clothes reassures people that they need money to wear clothes. And with money, I can dress myself with better clothes and ornaments. I can hire people and protect myself. By doing so, you gain peace of mind and rest. We need money and clothes for people's lives."

"... you're smart, you"

Apparently, Solnea looked more closely at something called a human being than I thought. The words are so hard that they sound unnecessarily philosophically stained.

But I haven't been acting with you here lately, did someone tell you that? I don't know... Faerona or Miss Francesca. Is it too rude that Mulu doesn't seem to think much about the area…

Still, when I think I'm starting to think about all this while I'm gone, I feel so sorry for myself. I guess I don't really need it, either.

"No."

As I was feeling unspeakable anxiety about my upcoming journey, Solnea spoke out to deny my words. Turn your gaze to ask what that voice means, but its expression is on the front… it remains directed at the packing mercenary.

"I don't know. People should be able to live if they only do their thing."

…………

"Why reach out to others? I don't know."

"Uhm."

People can live if they only do their thing. I know it's a polar theory... but I don't know. The answer to that, I'm sure, will never come out.

Build houses, plow fields, keep livestock, and secure drinking water.

Sure, that could be something a person can do alone if they want to.

"Maybe you can't."

"Really?

"People can't live on their own."

For example, having a conversation like this. That doesn't make it without the other person. I don't think people can stand a life without conversation or anything, and the loneliness of one - I'm going to know. It's also humans who heal it.

That's why I don't think people can live alone.

But I'm sure that's something Solnea herself needs to realize and feel.

"Come on, you just have to feel it around here."

"Is that okay?

"Fine. That's what life is all about. Maybe."

I'm not sure. You don't deserve to talk about your life even though you haven't even reached the middle of your life. Such is the work of the clergy, monks and gods of the Church.

"Hey, Solnea."

"Yes."

"Did you have any fun?

When I heard that, I felt a slight shake in Solnea's eyes that didn't bring her emotions to mind.

"No."

But the answer is the same as always. No voice, no change in attitude.

"Whether you laugh or Francesca and the others laugh, I don't laugh"

That seems to me to be very sad about it. I felt that way.

"Right."

"Yes."

"... you want to laugh?

"I don't know."

Now, I think that's fine. Just a little, just a little - rising off the bench feeling a small step in that voice that wouldn't even extend to an ant (with) step.

I'll see you later.

"Yes."

Should I have said that one day it will be laughable? With that in mind, leave the spot.

What an uneasy conversation we are going to have. A demon god who hates people. Well, yesterday I made a big deal out of Mr. Utano and Ermen Hilde, but I don't know what will happen.

"Still, it's unusual for you to keep your mouth shut"

"Hmm. I read the air."

I didn't expect that word to come out of your mouth. I'm going to cry because I'm touched.

I'm sure, if there was an entity, I'd be proud to put my chest up. As I grinned bitterly at Ermenhilde, I saw one shadow added to the two Faeronas. When I walk over, the outline looks like a blur.

"... hey"

"Ah, good morning"

When I glance at Ami with the intent of greeting her so without any evil, she is flushed away as if it were a cool breeze. Damn, this is why I don't like opponents who have gone through a life-threatening battle. The threat doesn't make sense at all.

"Why are you here?

"Let's see. When I woke up in the morning, Mr. Range was about to leave."

"I've been chasing him in hiding," he said.

"You're a bad listener. Don't worry about it."

"Ho."

Ami, dressed in old gear just like me, is loosening her mouth, not the wind that cared particularly about my gaze, as she wrapped her fingertips around her hair. Next to it, bags are placed on the ground that will probably be packed with the tools needed for the journey.

Seeing my atmosphere, Faerona and Mululu keep their mouths shut and watch what happens.

"I think I said no."

"Yeah, you told me. But, Mr. Lotus. I was invited to the home of Senior Francesca."

"... what?

That's my first ear. Turning his gaze to Mululu, he concurs with Kokun.

"Yesterday afternoon, I was coming to the inn to talk to him"

"After what I told you about my journey."

"Well, what is it about? I don't get it."

Shh, shh.

The day after Astraela asks me about Solnea, I'm telling King Joshua and Mr. O'Brien, as well as my old companions who are staying in this country, the purpose of the journey. And Knights and Anastasia offered to cooperate on the spot, but that's no. The reason is the most plausible reason that heroes have problems reviving demon gods and the self-satisfaction of not wanting their children to do anything dangerous. Ami said that was no exception and that it was no good to accompany her on the journey.

What a filthy adult excuse to do what the college does because you're a student in the first place.

I lied about the departure date and time being tomorrow because I didn't even think I would be convinced by that, and I only taught some people such as King Joshua and Mr. Utano the real date and time. Even so, it seems Ami was taking action by prepending the area.... I said I twisted my head hard without it.

Was Utano strange when he left in the morning because he was aware of this? I guess so. I could have read Ami's behavior better than mine. If so, can I assume that Ami's behavior is approved by Mr. Utano?

Making the kids impotent should have been as negative as I am.

Or - am I the only one who thinks Ami is a child anymore?

"Ah, Fujido's keeping my lunch."

"I did it."

To that one word, Mululu raised his voice of joy. The tail is also shaking more vigorously than earlier. Faerona hasn't said anything. There is no affirmation or denial, I'll take care of the judgment.

"Hey, Ami."

"Uh... what is it?

When I hear that again, I'll look at this one with a little fright this time.

"Did you tell Mr. Utano?

"... Yes, eh. When I arrived in the commercial city (Merdiole), I thought I'd write to you."

That's because it's a sure way to piss me off. That guy is so sweet for the kids. For that matter, is it just the planner, or is it the harmony of plans that comes around to me?

Ami, who said that, seems to think I'm mad at her, and her gaze is restless.

When the temples were suppressed with a hand fitted with leather gloves, Ami's expression clouded visibly. Well, I guess there's a consciousness that you're doing something wrong. I mean, it's not a bad thing. Something dangerous, something to worry about around... is that me too? That's why I gave Ami and Soichi different departure dates and times.

Adults who want their children to do something dangerous... maybe they are, but I don't think anyone else, me or Utano, wants them to do it.

There's me thinking about how to convince you, and me thinking about treating you like a child forever. After all, which is the right one?

"Mululu, let's go over there and get lunch."

"Yeah. Range, I'll see you later"

Faerona, who says so and takes Mululu away, can really read the air. Ermenhilde, you're a little apprentice. Mululu was waving to Ami. You're close, you guys.

"So,"

"Yes."

Ami shrinks to that voice, even to a special victory. Where did the strength just go?

"... are you sure you just want to be called to Miss Francesca's house?

"It's..."

"Say it because you won't be angry"

"... no..."

Right.

Exhale deeply, inhale. Well, yeah.

"Okay."

"Huh?"

"Okay, I said. I'll write to Utano."

Or is it just impossible to run all the way to the royal castle because I'm not ready to leave yet... Besides, you knew this was going to happen because of that guy. I doubt if I can call this idea trust.

Well, let's just say if I can see a pedestrian on my way to Merdiole, I'll ask for a letter. No one specializes in delivering mail to this world, and it is normal for merchants to carry such items. It's not very secret, and when the merchant is attacked by a demon, he doesn't even know where the letter went instead of delivering it. Or by asking the magician's demon (Familia) to give her a message dove... That said, Miss Francesca was a magician. Well, I haven't heard that you have a user demon (Familia), so maybe you don't. Later, I think I'll ask Mr. Maerentia.

Anyway.

"You made your own decision, didn't you? Then I have nothing more to say."

I'm eighteen years old. I've been in this world for three years. The harshness of the journey, too, is well known. The danger of battle, the pain of wounds. If you knew that and you still decided to come, why would I say anything?

I'm not Mr. Utano, but am I sweet too? I guess it's sweet. He's only eighteen. I've decided I'd rather make friends at the School of Magic than go on another long journey. Even though I know so...... this way when we travel together again, I find it comforting.

It's comforting. Even if you're wrong, you shouldn't be happy. That's well, there are a lot of problems. Adults are really, really troublesome.

Ami's expression remains cloudy as to what she thought of me like that. You probably think I'm mad. In fact, I was a little angry when she got here... maybe.

I don't want you to be impotent, I don't want you to be in danger, I want you to study in college like a child. As an adult, I mean my emotions as a guardian, but in the end, that's just my solitude, too. I totally ignored Ami's mood, my will. I know you can't do that. I've been pissed off many times on previous journeys, but the emotions still exist in the root part. At the age of eighteen, it cannot yet be erased.

... No, I'm sure no matter how old Amida is or how big she gets, the kids are kids and we're adults... I'm sure you'll think somewhere in your mind.

Turn your gaze to such a child (Ami). Beginning a year ago, he grew a little taller. I'm not going to tell you yet, but I think it's beautiful. I can predict that in the future, she will be a hell of a beauty. If I said that, what would Ami look like? I think so, but that kind of "tease" goes against my doctrine. Teasing is to enjoy the other person's reaction. I wonder if mixing real emotions there.

"You've grown."

"What, it's"

"You've grown, I thought. Look, he's a little taller."

I used to be about my chest height and now I'm a little taller than that position. Pointing that out, Ami's expression settled into an emotion of relief just a little.

"But."

"Yes."

"Don't push me, okay? I promised I'd protect you. When Ami does, I have to put my life on the scale."

"It's..."

"I'm not going to die. I'm not going to let you die... it's a dangerous journey, but let's all come home."

Everyone. A journey that lost a lot of lives before. Now, I won't let anyone die. Is that a difficult thing? Is the idea of not missing one person sweet?

I'm sure you do.

Even if I knew, I would say so. If I don't say so, I can't move on. I get crushed by bad thoughts. So I make a promise. No matter how difficult, hard, painful and... sad that is. If I'm gonna keep my word, I'm gonna move on. You're such a weak person, I am.

"Thank you, Ami"

Also exhale deeply and mouth like that at the same time.

Because I'm weak. So here's the thing... I'm sure I'm genuinely glad Ami's with me. Absolutely not.

"Huh?"

"That's unusual. You're the devil.

"... it. That's what Utano said yesterday."

Don't use it without even knowing what it means, I laugh.

"I'm still lonely, I am. Travel companions should have more."

"Is it that way..."

Then Ami was visibly depressed. I also feel my shoulders have fallen slightly. That reaction, he said. I know you had some anticipation for my next word, which was rarely thankful, but yes, I would say something that is so easy to understand.

Or, Ami looks up with resentful eyes when she laughs. Even though I said I enjoyed the reaction.

- I'm sure I'm anxious about this journey, too. I think so.

The salvation of the world, the resurrection of the demon god, the request of the goddess… At the end of this journey, an absolute sacrifice occurs. You won't be able to change that anymore.

Solnea cared that she couldn't laugh. I guess it's a vague thing that I can't even call a question yet, but I did feel like some of her doubts had arisen. I'm sure that should please you. There is nothing in Solnea today that can be called emotion, but if you look at so many worlds as this and learn... you can expect that.

But.

The result is life as a demon god. Not an individual named Solnea, but as a demon god, a life awaits that does not relate to people. How does Solnea react when she tells you that?... Well, Astraela had occasionally chilled the stall. Thinking about it, how stupid is this idea, too? Again, when I'm alone, I think to the worse. So I'm comfortable with Ami's presence in front of me.... My gaze is adorable with my little neck on it.

When I turn my gaze to Solnea, I still turn my gaze toward you.

If you laugh, you must be beautiful.

"What's wrong, Mr. Lotus?

"No, solnea..."

"Mr. Solnea?

"You'd be beautiful if you laughed,"

…………

'... what?

Shortly afterwards, he was hit with his elbow as much as he wanted.... I thought it would break my bones. Seriously.

Even though he's a little joke to soothe the bitter air. I got sharp stuff in at a good angle, which makes my breathing really hard. That's right, put me down with a little foreboding, Ami walks away. Then I walked for a while and looked back over my shoulder.

"Mr. Lotus, no breakfast."

and. Ami walks towards the Faeronas with a very good smile on her face. What does it mean to smile but be scared?

"Hide. It's just a joke to make it easier."

"You deserve it."

Yes, you are.

Well, it would be better to start your journey with heavy painful air. I think so.