The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Lianshi Yamada is a god killer. but I don't think he's a hero. At least in person.

One of the thirteen who received the blessing of a goddess, gave him cheats (the power to kill gods), and saved the world.

Although they call themselves cheats, they have a peculiar ability, called the gift of a goddess (a gift) from the inhabitants of another world.

The boy, known as the Brave Man, got 'The Ability to Never Lose'.

Ability to override any situation if the will of the person does not acknowledge the loss.

Play, fight, war, kill each other.

If the will of the person does not acknowledge the loss, even if the other person is far superior, the world will side with him.

Such an alien (cheat).

The girl, called the Great Magic Instructor, obtained 'Magic equal to God'.

Its magic casts down thunder, causing the earth to protrude, and crushing the surrounding area.

Even the imagination of a natural mutation became a reality and a force to slaughter numerous demons.

I said dragons and giants inside, magical enough to involve even unimaginable beings.

I would say 'equal to God' to be true.

Some girls asked for a different ability (cheat) to sign with demons.

There was a limit that only three could obey, but the appearance of following a flying giant dragon, an immortal knight, and a prankster fairy did have the piercing to be called a hero (god-killer).

There are other 'Virgin' who heals any wound as long as she lives.

A wizard with an evil eye (Evil Eye) in his left eye (Medium Second Illness Reserve) looking into the future.

The best cook in the world.

Etc.

I think we've got some really distinctive company.

The journey was hard.

But it was more fun than that.

There are also many painful memories.

But I remember not all the sad memories.

Lotus Yamada also wanted cheats.

To defeat the demons. To return to the original world. To survive.

And all I got was a talking medal and a slightly enhanced physical ability.

Why do medals talk?

Why did the goddess put unnecessary objects (will) in her arms?

Goddess' Astraela '.

There is no need for a weapon to have a will.

Isn't that natural?

A weapon with a will, etc. - It is determined to develop attachment.

We talked, laughed, encouraged, supported, suffered together, traveled, and were helped.

Therefore, the hero (Lianshi Yamada) wanted his partner (Ermen Hilde) to look for a way of life other than as a weapon. I thought.

Weapon (Ermenhilde) became a partner (Ermenhilde), and yet the weapon of God's killing tried to be Ermenhilde (Weapon).

I don't know how much agony there was, Lianshi Yamada.

I don't even know how much this choice hurt and cornered a weapon (Ermenhilde).

And I don't even realize that the choice was on the palm of a sexually evil woman (goddess Astraela).

It's just that this ending is something I didn't even expect from a goddess.

Weapon (Hermenhilde) selects him (Hero) and travels.

When I opened my eyes, it was morning.

'... unusual. I didn't know it would happen before I woke you up.'

"Be the first to say hello. Morning, Ermenhilde."

Wow, and when I stretch, I sigh from the side (instead).

"I want that word back exactly the way it was."

"So is that."

Or, I laugh.

I'm not the one who says hello to Matomo.

Especially the day after I slept drunk.

"I had a nostalgic dream"

"Again, a dream of another world?

When I tell her that I had a dream while dressing, Elmen Hilde replies.

When we first came to the other world, we had a good dream of our original world.

I enjoyed different worlds in my mouth and attitude, but I guess I missed the original world in the root part.

In the first place, there will be only once in a lifetime experience of being summoned to another world all of a sudden.

Even after being given a partner (Ermenhilde), I dreamed of the original world many times in my dreams.

It's in my dreams.

Waking up doesn't change that it's a different world.

By six months later, I had stopped dreaming of the original world.

The youngsters seemed to watch for a year or so, and sometimes they cried.

This one's an adult. You can't cry with a kid when he's crying.

And well, forget about that.

"A little more, I miss you."

Somehow, I couldn't say that I dreamed of Ermenhilde.

Goddess' Astraela '.

A god who has given us powers and faith in humans.

The beasts believe in a God called the Spirit God, and the Demons believe in the Demon God.

A pillar within the three pillars that supposedly created the world.

I've seen him before, but I don't know what he looks like.

Anyway, the memories around here are foggy. I can't remember.

I'm just guessing she's a very beautiful woman when it comes to being a goddess.

I want to talk to you for once.

"So?"

"That's all."

"... right"

I washed my face listening to Elmen Hilde's usual shuddering voice and when I finished shaving my beard it was complete.

This subtle shaving condition.

I can still be a perfect villager C today.

"Perfect."

"You got some shaving left?

"Isn't that good?"

And, talking about silly things, beat Ermenhilde to his pocket.

Weave a used coat (cape), stab an iron knife in the belt, and carry the luggage you packed yesterday.

... I'm more concerned about looking merchant than adventurers, but well.

Maybe I should buy some cheap armor next time. adventurous.

It may be too dangerous to work with an oak with a piece of tunic on a boulder.

Well, there's nothing if you don't hit it.

Join Miss Francesca, finish your breakfast and leave the village.

By the time I finished greeting the lady general who took care of me and the guild guys, the yang was up high.

A little, I'm feeling a little elevated.

At all times, adventure is a good thing.

Even if it's different worlds, it's dangerous. No, that's why you're a little excited.

It's never far to go, but it's not even close.

It's a whole day's walk to the next village, but when it comes to going with a new adventurer, you should think it'll take a little longer.

Though I think there is still plenty of room around.

"Luggage, should I have some?

"No, it's okay"

Miss Francesca's luggage is a little less than mine.

After all, the tent is in the middle of nowhere.

If you pull that off, Miss Francesca has more luggage than I do.

It seems that caring about what women wear is no different in different worlds.

Man, it would be enough if I had a few days to get dressed.

"Ha... this is the first time I've ever traveled on foot"

She seemed to be feeling high too, and the voice sounded like it was rubbing up.

When I smile and smile bitterly, I lean a little shy

"Well, don't be a good experience"

There are streets made of white stone to connect the village to the village.

White stone with no philosophy whatsoever, but this way emphasizing "the path through which people pass” somehow demons don't come to the streets.

Not absolutely, but much safer than walking off the street.

For demons man is a prey, but for humans demons are objects of crusade.

For both, the pattern between killing each other if we see each other.

If you don't want to risk your life in vain, the demons don't come close to the "path a man passes”.

If you can't get cornered, though.

"It would be somewhat safe to walk along the streets. Let's go easy."

"Yes."

Along the street, they walk side by side.

I'm taller, so my fluffy hair leaps a little underneath my face.

I thought it smelled a little good.

There can't be anything like shampoo, soap, or incense (like this) in that country bath.

It's going to be a perverse thought as to whether this is a sweet fragrance specific to a woman.

"... Shit."

It wasn't a voice of caution or protest, it was tongue-beating.

Step away from Miss Francesca silently.

It's not like they're gonna do anything, but this weird guilt.

So turn your consciousness from the beauty (Francesca) to the stone of the street.

There are no objects with rounded or pointed surfaces, none of which can be neat, but they are organized in the same way.

This would also allow carriage wheels and horses to pass safely.

By doing so, distribution becomes smoother and the interaction between the village and the village flourishes.

This way, traveling humans can walk a lot easier.

After walking for a while, Miss Francesca was a little behind when she noticed.

Looking back, my breath was already disturbed.

He is also scratching sweat and has long, beautiful hair sticking to his forehead.

When you look over your head, the sun shines brightly.

There are four proper seasons in this world, and a year is three hundred and sixty days.

The month is nine months. January is the fortieth.

There is a slight difference from the original world, but it would not be so great a difference.

It is also easy to remember how to say "One Month" and "Three Months".

Now the Six Moons. The end of summer, around the early autumn, if you say so in Japan.

It's a little chilly at night, but it's still hot during the day. That's the season.

With that in mind, hold your legs and wait for Miss Francesca.

"Don't be considerate ahead."

"When I first came to this world, I thought we were like that."

"So is that."

Take out Elmen Hilde, who laughs in his pockets with Kutsukutsu.

When you play with your thumb, a talking medal that circles in the sun (the weapon of God's killing).

Enjoy the wait and wait for the new adventurer (Miss Francesca).

I like this kind of relaxing journey.

I can feel myself in different worlds.

Because I really think I'm enjoying my journey.

Patsy and I can play the fire.

I walked all day today and found out something.

"Ugh..."

More than expected, Miss Francesca's health is low.

And then I get worried about what's going on with chastity and all that.

The Francesca lady is rolling up her thick trousers she bought for her journey and rubbing her muscled legs.

The breastplate on the skin has already been removed.

So being forward bent and rubbing your feet is only an eye poison for a man.

Though it is not otherwise open, it is the breast pushed wide by a rich sole?

It moves back and forth every time I rub my legs, so it shakes. It's already shaking.

Honestly, I don't think it's an act like having a man around.

As far as I'm concerned, it works.

Richer breasts are thinner, but never thinner, and good leg lines are very favorable to me.

"Hey, pervert."

I don't think that's obviously a word for a partner.

Turn your gaze from her feet to the night forest as you draw your cheeks to verbal violence.

"Don't get to the next village tomorrow."

While adding dead wood to the fire, say so.

I was due to arrive first thing tomorrow morning, but with today's condition, I think I will arrive after noon tomorrow.

Schedules are a little uneven, but it's not that much of a hurry.

I think I'll take it easy.

It is my experience that there is no rush.

"Excuse me, I'm just late..."

"I don't care. At first, they're all like that."

Even we used to die of generalized muscle pain in the first place.

If you're new to adventure, it's a path for everyone.

I envy the brave (hero) who won't lose his HP (hit point) no matter how much he walks.

If you stay in the inn, you will recover completely.

"Mr. Range, too, in the beginning."

"dying of generalized muscle pain"

In response to Miss Francesca's inquiry, she says the same thing that she thought about earlier without going into her hair.

Muscle aches are really dangerous on the journey.

Even if the demon attacks you, you can't fight with all your might.

If your life is in danger beside you, you can fight death insanely, or I'm unreal.

Muscle pain is really dangerous. I cramp my legs when I try to move as hard as I can.

"I've never seen Nojuku before..."

I remember you saying you've been traveling in a carriage.

In the case of carriage journeys, sometimes rest halfway down the street.

In that case, you will rest on the carrier, or you will each have a tent to rest in.

Because of this woman, I think she probably rested on the carriage carriage.

I get up thinking about that.

"I'll walk again tomorrow, so pull out as much fatigue as you can."

Tell them to massage in the dark.

Ma, I should give you enough to set up a tent.

I can give you a massage, but if that happens, it's more obvious than watching the fire what happens to my partner (Ermenhilde) 's liking.

In the first place, it's suspicious that there's such a good thing as favoritism.

I think we should train him to crusade.

"If you're lucky."

Remove the tent from the luggage and prepare.

I'm a little tent for one because it's my turn to fire.

Well, just having a ceiling when you go wild is something very different mentally.

I don't give a shit about the neighborhood anymore, but my spirit has gotten thicker.

Instead, in the first days I came to the other world, I couldn't sleep when I had a tent.

It was delicate back then. A lot.

Let's say we've grown. Yeah.