The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

As I got off the prepared carriage, the cold wind stroked my cheeks. Looking up at the sky, the closer you are going to reach, the more stars are blinking. I get a little away from the carriage descent and stare at the starry sky like that in a blur.

Thoughts a few times already, this world is still beautiful with stars. The blue and white moon of the original world was also beautiful, but the red moon of this world is also very beautiful when you get used to it. Previously, I didn't really like the color of blood.

I don't like it, or I think I was feeling creepy.

With that in mind, Ami and Fayrona and the others get out of the carriage and stand beside me. When Ami lends her hand as she disembarks from the carriage, Fayrona also lends her hand to Mululu to imitate her. At the end of the day, lower the sornair.

I don't usually do this, but Ami looks like a thin green dress made of silky slippery fabric with high heels on her feet. It's a long skirt, but it has a slit on the left that gives it a more mature look than usual. When I lend my elbow because it seems difficult to walk, I've been embarrassed to put it together.

Mululu is in a pure white dress and this one is wearing a low heel shoe. At first I planned to wear the same high heel as Ami, but I couldn't walk anymore, so it became a shoe.

By the way, I was stomped as much as I wanted to try to support him when he was about to fall down when he put on his heels at the clothes store. I thought it hurt a lot or the bones on the back of my leg were crushed, so I recommended the shoes. The person seemed to want very much to wear the heel chosen by Miss Francesca, but she made it stop because it was not very much but it was likely to annoy others.

Solnea is not the usual black dress, this is also the light purple dress chosen by Miss Francesca. I know how tight my body is and the white shoulders that are peeling out are very colorful.

All of them are exquisitely crafted and not something you can make overnight. It was yesterday evening that I responded to the invitation to dine, but when the hell have I been ordering from the clothes store? After that, how did you find out about the size, etc.?

"Isn't this outfit weird?

"Don't worry. Whatever you're wearing, you look better than me."

'... is that reassuring?

"Right."

Rarely, Faerona cares about her own outfit with slight restlessness. That's supposed to be it, too, and it's always been a travel costume bundle before, but what I'm wearing now is a tuxedo. So-called dress code conscious outfit.

It was prepared yesterday after Miss Francesca invited me to dinner. We have dresses for Ami, Mululu and Solnea, and they are thorough enough to ask the clothes store for our share.

Again, it suits Fayrona well with a good face (handsome) and without the elf-specific pointy ears, it can't even be seen as an aristocratic boy. I'm so tired of wearing unfamiliar ties that I smile with my fingers.

Mululu standing next to such a Faerona is also concerned about the knee-length skirt he doesn't normally wear, he repeatedly picks the hem of the skirt and kicks the ground lightly with his shoes.

"Kick the ground and your corner shoes will get dirty."

"Ah."

When I say that, you realize that. I'll stop right there, Mululu. Where you can't get used to your first clothes and you're restless, you're really childish.

"Skirts and shoes feel weird"

"I'm not used to ties. Sure, it's weird."

"Yeah."

As I say, Mululu rocks without picking the hem of the skirt. White thighs gloss over the lights leaking from the mansion. I'm supposed to be used to seeing them because they're always wearing (are) shorts as short as hot pants, but it's very strange that they look completely different when they're skirts.

"Must be."

"Because Mululu is a girl. I need to get used to skirts."

"Mmm."

"Ami has to get used to heels like that."

"Ugh..."

Still smiling at Ami, who grabs my arm and walks, I turn my gaze to the face right beside me. The hair that is always wrapped up in the tail again is untied, and the glossy dark hair is wrapped around the back of the neck using a barretta.

Girls have one hairstyle and the atmosphere changes gallantly. Ami, who usually feels childish, can also be described as a fine lady (lady) today. But if you can walk properly with heels that are high.

"I would have made it a little lower heel"

"I thought if I walked, I'd get used to it..."

You wish you had made it a low heel yourself, or you have no power to return it to Ermenhilde.

"That's good, it's a corner opportunity. Heels and skirts don't mean it's dangerous."

Well, if they move as usual in skirts, it's dangerous in many weird ways. Don't talk about it, give me one stretch (yawn). Yeah, but. I don't want you to bother stepping on my heels. Because I mean it. It hurts.

Continue and turn your gaze toward the silent Solnea. I haven't spoken much since I got in the carriage Miss Francesca's house prepared for me. I was worried something might have happened, but apparently there's nothing particularly interesting about it, so he's silent. It's not like this is the first time I've ever ridden a carriage, or enjoyed a brand new view because it's night. I think that's a good thing about the streets at night.

"Speaking of which. You normally wear heels with high heels."

"I'm used to it."

"... that's a convenient word."

"It's called chess, it's called heels. Mr. Solnea is quick to get used to."

"Really?

I guess I'm not very aware of it myself. Even if Ami tells me so, I just put a slight confusion on my voice in the wind such as I'm not sure. However, I do think Ami is right, too. I've already remembered the rules of chess, and now it's tattooed from Dr. Ami that I won't be beaten by the nobles in town. I think I'll take you to that gathering again soon.

I wonder if I would be happy and lean my neck inside. I couldn't imagine Solnea showing her emotions. I'd like to see even one of your smiles, but is that still a long way off?

"What was it? We used to talk about Aya and Mululu in the words of the world of the ranges... '

Are you wearing clothes for a horse?

"Oh, that's it."

"I'll be angry. Mr. Lotus, El."

Our voices are fun, but we can't say anything. It was Elmen Hilde who asked...... That Elmen Hilde is an Elmen Hilde and says, 'Isn't that a compliment?' He asks me. Apparently, he was taking my joke for real.

Am I the only one who would look even more scared of Ami's smile after hearing that word? I feel like Ami has come to resemble Utano since the beginning of this journey, taking on some sort of contradiction of being smiled at myself. Are you saying the core has grown stronger or that you have come to say what needs to be said? Well, he's not smiling, but staring quietly at me like he sees dirt.

Turn your gaze to the noble mansion lit by the red moonlight so that you can escape Ami's smile.

It's obvious, but it's much bigger than the house where the average person lives. There is a fence surrounding the mansion, a fairly large iron gate. Inside that gate is a courtyard so large that you have to go about a few minutes by carriage, and behind it is a stone mansion as you will find in medieval Europe and other materials.

Miss Francesca's...... Burton family mansion. Although it has been a visit since the arrival of the commercial city (Merdiole), the mansion, lit by the lights of the Red Moon, looks creepy and quiet. In fact, I can hear people slightly, and I can certainly see the shadows blocking the lights in the hallway. There are still not many aristocrats introducing magic lamps into the house where the lights are lit by magic, so will the lights in the house be the lamps' lights?

After a while they all descend, your lord carries the carriage behind the mansion.

"Well, don't talk for a while."

'It would be good enough to talk. Unless you guys respond. "

"... well, be me"

I'm used to being heard in public by Ermenhilde. When I say that, Ami laughs couscous, not Elmen Hilde. Where in the conversation would I have laughed?

"You can talk to me too, El."

'Um. I can't help but be bored to not be able to have a conversation. Aya is sweet. "

"And that sounds like I'm not being nice?

Didn't I tell you not to talk to Range?

What followed was a stubborn voice.

I didn't mean to offend you, but apparently I bent my umbilical cord. Anyway, she talks to Hermen Hilde the way I want to without thinking about it. I know it's because that's who you allowed to be, but there's courtesy in the intimacy. I like it and don't want to piss you off. Well, I often do when I want to be mean.

"No, Ermenhilde?

"Hmm. I'll talk to Aya this evening, okay?"

"... uh, Mr. Elmenhilde?

I know it's pretentious because I don't feel so angry, but I still miss the fact that I can't get Ermenhilde to react.

Worried about what to do, the mansion door opens and an old man appears dressed in a tuxedo from inside. Releasing both open doors, I saw the light of a soft, swinging lamp in my eyes that I was used to the darkness of the night.

"I'm sorry. Thank you for waiting."

"No. Never mind."

Respond to the voice of apology as nothing, and walk out. Are you a little used to heels, Ami's way of walking seems a lot better than it was in the beginning. Still, you keep your arms around me.

More than a dozen butlers and maids welcomed me as I stepped on the luxurious red carpet pulled to the floor and dived (creaking) through the door to the left and right.

I guess I'm not used to it, Faerona is a little nervous and making her body tense (frightened). Mululu may be unconscious, but he was moving to a position where he could hide from me and Ami. Solnea is the same, and she still has a depressed look on her face.

"Lady Range, Lady Aya"

Behind such maids, a woman stands behind the large staircase leading to the second floor of the mansion, raising her voice. Turning her gaze towards you, Miss Francesca stood dressed in a bright yellow dress.

I was used to seeing college uniforms and travel outfits, so I didn't know who I was for a moment. The hairstyle, too, usually flushes the hair tied with a ribbon behind her, but today she drips the hair wrapped in a white ribbon from her left shoulder. Unusual hairstyles are also fresh, but by being squeezed in a corset, you weigh in on the fact that your gaze is likely to point toward the chest that has been highlighted in particular.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for visiting our house today"

That said, don't pick both ends of your skirt with your fingers and bow elegantly. The figure is very streamlined and feels like elegance. I guess he's also properly educated as an aristocratic child. Well, I've always been polite in my language, so I kind of knew. Because of the strong image of Miss Francesca as an adventurer, I was thrilled for a moment by the trick.

Unexpectedly, my breath is leaking. Even though Ami and I are the same age, she has been in the hall for a long time.

"Welcome. Thank you for inviting us today."

I bow my head, too, to respond to that Francesca lady. Following me like that, the Faeronas bowed their heads, too.

You're surprised at me for something serious, Miss Francesca smiles and looks surprised for only a moment. But the look also quickly hid beneath his smile.

They don't think it suits you.

Even if I know. In the first place, I don't think I look good myself. Did you hear that voice, I felt like I could take a little hardness out of Miss Francesca's smile.

Slap Ermenhilde gently from the top of his pants with the opposite hand supporting Ami while responding to Ermenhilde's light mouth inside. Ami sighs next door at the usual trick.... Even though it's not my fault, it's Ermen Hilde who doesn't read the air. How can I feel the air like it's bad?

Did I educate you wrong?

"This way. I don't know if it fits your tongue, but we have prepared a meal for you."

That's what he says, he leads us to a room that's probably the dining room. At that time, a man in menswear who was riding with me in a carriage from the inn to this mansion opened the door leading me to the room.

Young when it comes to old age, but older than the other deacons look. Maybe he's someone in a position like deacon in this mansion.

It was still the dining room that was guided. A dozen people seem to be able to sit at the same time on a long table with colorful fruits. Over the room are decorated with a number of gorgeous furnishings that look like noble houses. A large pot or a painting that I'm not sure what I'm drawing, Humanity is a wall decoration that seems to be the horn of a warcraft on a certain silver goddess statue.

All of them would be expensive, but I can like the fact that those condiments are kept less noticeable. Because the roots are common people, I don't really like the gold hobbies that nobles have. It is only difficult to explain how many famous people made the jewels when they were shown a fine, finely crafted pot.

Turn your gaze inside the dining room and relieve yourself of the tension that you can't feel such an atmosphere.

And then I turn my gaze to the four people standing behind that long table. One is Mr. Maerentia, whom I have seen before. I had heard that Miss Francesca was the youngest of the three sisters, so would it be someone who would hit the youngest of the three sisters standing next to Mr. Maerentia to the left? While her eldest daughter and sister have limbs that can be described as abundant in honey-colored hair, she wraps fleshy limbs in the same water-colored dress as her hair, as opposed to clear, thin-water-colored hair and sisters. He is also the lowest taller and seems to be able to convince me of being said to be the youngest son of three sisters.

Mr. Maerentia is different from before, but wears the same passionate red dress. It's called those strong-willed eyes, she looks good in red.

My gaze overlaps with a young woman who I don't think is Mr. Maerentia's parent, who would be the mother of such three sisters. She wraps up the same rich blue hair as her second daughter, pointing a sharp gaze like Mr. Maerentia this way. Her sharp gaze is like a mother's concession. She is also lower in height than Mr. Maerentia and only as tall as her shoulders. Lower than Mr. Maerentia, slightly higher than his second daughter.

"This is it. Welcome to our home today."

I guess the man who raised his voice so is Miss Francesca's father. I felt that at a glance. On the same honey-colored hair as Miss Francesca, a soft grin on her face. Tall and tight body. Honestly, you seem to have more muscle than I do. He's more of an adventurous man than a merchant. What a masculine mustache.

He is a man who seems more suited to hold a sword in his hand than to write a signature on paper with a pen in his hand. He will be in his forties, but he looks younger than he seems to be. Seeing a man smile like that, Miss Francesca thinks like a father. Hair, smile, atmosphere.

"Thank you for inviting us today"

"That happens. Please raise your face."

"Now, if you'll excuse me."

Up to this point, it's been the usual trend since I was a hero, but this one also surprises me a little by the genuinely surprised voice that came out of Miss Francesca's father.

Doesn't look good on the outside, looks like someone with a much lower back. I have the first impression that I can even take such disrespect. I'm more approachable than weirdly high-pressure, but I was smashed with my elbow by the mother of Miss Francesca standing next to me when I thought. Interesting that Mr. Maerentia is somewhat moving around the place so he doesn't notice this one. From that series of streams, I would expect that it would be routine for him to be smacked by his mother. A weak father and a sister.

"Well, then. Please take your seats, Master Range, Master Aya. And your friends in Francesca."

I can feel this man's (one) respect for not only us, but also for Mululu and the others. Sit next to me Ami, followed by Solnea, Faerona and Mululu. Don't forget to pull Ami's chair when sitting in her seat. He behaves like a gentleman.

Ami says thank you in a small voice and sits in her seat. Make sure that mouth is looser upwards than usual, and I'll get to my seat without saying anything.

On the other side of the table I pinched Miss Francesca's father, in front of Ami sat with her mother, and in front of Mululu sat Miss Francesca. He smiles at Mululu, and Mulu smiles thinly to respond to it. With a smile on his face, he turns his gaze to his father, who sits in front of him.

"I'm late for my application. My name is Leonhardt Burton."

"This is my wife Alteria."

Yes, the method of bowing his head is very much in the hall, and his wife earlier...... I don't think very much of him as the same person who was being poked by Mrs. Alteria.

"It seems you helped Francesca during her journey. It's not enough to line up words of gratitude."

"Lift your head, Lord Leonhardt. Instead, your daughter helped me many times."

For some time from there, it is just words of praise to Miss Francesca for each other. Dear parents, I'm not the only one who would take the form of exaggeration if I told you about the time your daughter was traveling.

Meanwhile, Miss Francesca said something about blushing her face red and small, but pretending she didn't hear. Probably, but I don't think he could stand the embarrassment of denying it in a whisper. Mrs Alteria and Mr Maerentia, with sharp gaze, had also heard, which was bad for Miss Francesca, but she was also pleased to find out that she was loved by the people of this House.

She said she had no talent for witchcraft. I wasn't sure where she was in the house, but she felt she was properly loved.

"Ever. I apologize to those who made corners to talk about cooking in front of me."

Miss Francesca's story has just come to a paragraph, and I say so. It's fun to keep talking about the trip, but bad for the cock guy who cooked the corner dishes. Besides, if you make him wait too long, Mululu also seems pathetic.

"Right. So, let's talk about eating food."

"Yes."

"If you don't mind. I wish Aya would tell me about Francesca's college..."

"Absolutely."

First, me and Ami mouth the dish, and strike a tongue drum at the taste. Then each begins to mouth the dish at his own pace.

To Solnea, Ami tells her to imitate herself somehow. Mululu had explained beforehand to imitate Miss Francesca or Faerona. It was impossible to teach boulders table manners in a day or two.

He was very motivated, but he couldn't stay focused. I don't think I can help it because I don't like sitting still or doing it in detail.

It is my custom in this world not to open my mouth and eat quietly, but Mr. Leonhardt opens his mouth tonight just to be rude. Even for me, a lively meal is welcome, so I will respond to the questions as he asks. Most (most) of the questions relate to Miss Francesca. It's funny to hear about us, as I recall from time to time.

It would be nice if you treated me and Ami like normal people. That being said, I will not speak because it will only trouble the people of this House.

When I finish eating the appetizer, the soup is brought in. It is the maid who brings it to me, and I feel that there is no waste in what she does. A plate where the appetizer was served without making a slight noise is pulled and a new plate where the soup is poured is placed.

'... there won't be enough Mululu'

Since I can't reply, I agree with Mr. Leonhardt and the others to the extent that they don't notice me.

Ami laughed small next door, Kus.

The main meat dish, followed by dessert, exhales as you moisten your throat with wine. They also teach me all the table manners, but I still get stiff shoulders.

By the way, Ami and Mululu are asking for fruit squeeze juice (juice). Alcohol comes when you grow up. I've been pointing my gaze at you both just telling me not to treat you like a child, but I can't give this away.

"Dear Range, Aya. After this, what's your time?

"Can I help you?

"For what, a little"

Do you want to talk about something? I have my gaze turned to the side, so I expect it will probably involve Miss Francesca.

You stopped Ami from... well, treating her like a hero just like me. As far as I'm concerned, I don't want to be treated like a hero. In front of Ami, it is also silly to say so.

"I don't mind. Faerona, can you get Mululu and Solnea?

"Oh."

I kind of feel like I've always asked Faerona to babysit me lately. When I say babysitting, I think I'm going to be pissed off from around Mululu.

"If so. Francesca, talk to your friend in your room for a while."

"Yes, sir"

"Mailentia, Calafina. You too, deepen your rapport."

When Mr Leonhardt says so, everyone takes their seats quietly. Or if you give Fayrona Elmen Hilde.

"I can finally talk."

The voice echoed in the back of my head. I wanted to tell you not to talk yet because the mailentiers are here. Well, Ermenhilde will Fayrona do something about it. I don't feel like I'm counting on you. Maybe Miss Francesca will introduce you to your sisters.

Let's think of it then. I don't really want him to hear Elmen Hilde.

When everyone leaves, there will be me and Ami in the dining room and Mrs. Alteria in Mr. Leonhardt. The maids who lowered the plates have left the room without saying anything.

"Again. Thank you for helping Francesca to this day."

At the outset, Mr Leonhardt and Mrs Alteria bowed their heads.

"No. As I said earlier, there are many occasions where you have helped. And this Ami seems to be doing well as a senior at the academy."

"Yes. At the college, Senior Francesca did a good job. So raise your face."

I hope I can say this because I don't like being hard here. To say that is, in fact, very rude. They're entertaining this one, so this one responds to that entertainment. That's courtesy.

My shoulders are stiff for Ami and I, the common people at the root, but should I be treated like this as part of my hero? I know it's a luxury concern, but I still don't think I'm a hero. I was not born and have not lived as a nobleman.

"So, what's up, Mr. Leonhardt?"

"Yes. The... rude story is, from both of you, what about Francesca?

"What do you mean?

Listen back to the true meaning of the word.

Then Mr. Leonhardt looked me back in the eye from the front. Powerful gaze.

"I thought I had a personality that didn't like strife. Butterfly, I grew up with flowers, and my heart grew gently... but I woke up to sorcery and went down that path."

After all, the story seems to be about Miss Francesca. I even felt pity somewhere for the way he was shaking his big body. My face slowly lays low and I worry that maybe I'm crying.

... The neighbor, Mrs. Alteria, looks at her husband like that with a very chilling gaze.

"I don't want you to do anything dangerous, and the house is a merchant. It's hard for me to inherit this house, but I wish I could spend time as a merchant's daughter and marry a man on that path, like Calafina."

"Ha ha..."

Ami responds to the troubled wind, but it does not seem to have reached Mr. Leonhardt. From there, for about a few minutes, the story continues about Miss Francesca before attending the School of Magic. I used to be a bad bug, and I used magic to get rid of it. You think that's the beginning of 'Mage' Francesca Burton?

The people in this house, too, seemed to have magic but not enough to use magic, which at the time was very surprising and delightful. As a result, however, Miss Francesca entered magic and enrolled in the College of the City of Witchcraft. By the way, Mr. Leonhardt said he disagreed greatly. I was hotly told about it. I wonder how much you like your daughter, this guy. At first I thought he was a moderate man, but maybe he's quite an enthusiast on the inside. I also feel that there is something going on around there that kind of leads to Miss Francesca.

"I'm sorry. When it came to my daughters, my husband was completely blind."

"No. As the same man I am, I know exactly how that feels"

I wonder if that's what male parents are like when it comes to their daughter.

I'm worried if Knightshirt is unscrupulous or injured, and if I can make a lover or something, I won't be calm either.

Well, lovers have to cross the very high walls of Knight and Fafnir before I do. Since you are only sixteen years old, is your lover still ahead of you?

I think so, but Ami before is fifteen, and Masaki is sixteen.... Thinking about it, is it the same age as when Soichi and I started getting sticky? There is also Yuichiro's case, but there will be no such thing as having a lover without telling me anything only about that garment. There was no such vegetarian vibration when we met in Wang Du, and even that chatty anastasia didn't say anything.

Yeah. You're okay.

"That's right."

I was surprised that Mr. Leonhardt suddenly raised his face in response to my words, but that Mr. Leonhardt seemed to have something under the table. Vikri and I tremble loudly once and regain just a little calm.

I wonder what the hell happened under the table. Maybe they even stepped on my feet. I used to get hit, too. I'm not going to tell anyone.

"That - this is the real deal. Can Francesca grow up as an adventurer?

"As an adventurer, is it?

"Yes."

"When Francesca returned home, I heard about her journey with the rangers."

"... Really?"

Well, what did that kid tell you? There must have been no such thing as a snug adventure tan for your father. In contrast, Mrs Alteria has little upset. So the lady seems to explain the rest of the story.

Even though he looks like a pretty solid person, is the mental pretty beaten and weak? That's probably just for your daughters, too.

"It seemed like a lot of fun, and that was the kind of smile I'd never seen when I was home."

"Ha."

"How did Range help me and help me with my college assignments?"

"Right. Were you the first to help where Mr. Francesca was being attacked by goblins"

It's a nostalgia. Has nearly six months passed since then?

My goblin opponent was about to kill me, and I was crying, Miss Francesca. Now, has it gotten strong enough to manage to gather a certain number if it's about goblin?

"But when I got home, he sounded like he was having fun talking to me, but lately he's been sighing a lot."

"Is that a sigh?"

I turn my gaze to Ami, but she shakes my neck to the side. Apparently, Ami has no idea.

Of course, for me too.

"In a few months, I'm also graduating from the School of Magic. I don't know what happened after that, but isn't it a sigh of relief to think that you can't travel with the rangers anymore?"

"Senior Francesca, yes?

"No, because there's something about who she looks like and trying to hold her in by herself."

"Really?"

While responding to ambiguity (ambiguity), I do agree with you on the inside.

When I first met him, I knew I was trying to do something by myself. You're not used to traveling, but you're trying to help me. Good luck even though you can't cook.

It's an act from good intentions, and there are many parts that helped. More importantly, I missed the solo trip. So it's something that just made me feel a lot easier with someone.

But there were times when she was depressed to want to be more useful around her, even if she didn't have to be perfect. Because I know that, Mrs Alteria's words were convincing.

"And with the adventurer. What does that have to do with anything?

"... If that child was a vessel that could be adulterated as an adventurer, would it be possible to continue his journey with Master Range?

"I see. Is that so?"

Hmm, and add a finger to the jaw.

The story was unexpected. There was nothing particularly unusual about Miss Francesca when she came to the inn, nor did she feel like she was upset when she said she was going from Merdiole to Elflame continent.

That's why I thought she had some breakup with us, too.

"Did Mr. Francesca ever say that?

"No. As I said earlier, that child..."

"This may be harsh to say, but the journey ahead is quite dangerous. Honestly, it's me and Ami, but I don't know if I'm gonna make it back."

Signs of the two people in front of me breathing come through.

I told Mululu, we're not strong enough to protect her in a place like that. The protection of the goddess is not universal either.

I can't fight properly unless God's Apostle or his family are opponents, and Ami specializes in attacks. I hired Faerona and Mululu to protect Solnea. I can't afford to add Miss Francesca there. Then she needs to protect herself.

"Understand the danger and still say that she wants to do so and want to travel with you, and..."

And.

"If Mr. Leonhardt really allows his precious daughter to go on such a dangerous journey, let's do one test."

Will this man forgive? My dear daughter is on a journey that could even be dangerous... death.

I wouldn 't-- I don't know. I don't know. I have no experience with my daughter, and Ami, who may think like my daughter, is following me, but I want her to be somewhere safe if I can be somewhere in my heart.

If Knightshirt says she wants to embark on such a dangerous journey. I wonder how I'll respond.

"Do you know the story of Griffin living near a commercial city (Merdiole)?

"Yes, sir"

"Merchants live with information."

Is it natural to know that much?

"Soon, I will crusade that griffin. If she wants to travel with me, I'll test her strength then."

Yes, I said in one breath, exhale.

If Miss Francesca will travel with us again, Mululu will be happy, and Solnea can have a good chess opponent. Besides, I am delighted that I personally have so much luxury in my journey.

But it's a dangerous journey. There can even be death.

If she is well aware of the matter and has enough strength to protect herself with your parents' permission. At that time...

"She did become so strong that she could see better than when we first met. But I doubt I'll be able to protect myself on the journey ahead."

I just think. The same was true when I first met him. Miss Francesca looked ahead even when I said she might die. accomplished an oak crusade.

The two of them asked if Miss Francesca would make it, but I can't possibly understand that.

I traveled around the world to crusade demons, but less than two years as an adventurer.

But what is important to the adventurer? That's disgusting, but I feel like I know it.

willingness and effort. Talent is second to none. Maybe you need talent to grow up as an adventurer. But I think what's important to adventurers is not talent, but the will to survive and the effort to do so.

"Is that all you talk about?

"Yes, sir"

"Really? Now, if you'll excuse me. Thank you for a great time today."

Exhale one and smile intentionally.

You're relieved of that, two people who blatantly break their expressions. I have a heavy title as a hero, but the world sees me as a hero, regardless of that. Even now, you seem afraid you've pissed me off.

Mr. Leonhardt and his men with ships, who have a lot of money and need for circulation, are even more amazing than me for killing God.

I'm sure. Whatever I say now won't reach you two. Shall I ask Miss Francesca to tell me later by pinching Mululu between them?

"I will be in charge of the carriage, will you give me a moment?

"Yeah. I'd also like to talk to Mr. Francesca for a moment. Speak up when the carriage is ready."

That's what I say, get up from your seat. My stomach was swollen, and I could hear Miss Francesca's old days.

At the end of the day it got a little awkward, but I'd say it was a fun night. Later, do you think I'll apologize for tonight because I'm the average citizen's idea?

Ami, let's go.

Give me your left elbow and Ami will tangle your arms. You don't seem used to high heels yet.

I'm smiling, not at all.

"I'm sorry I made up my mind."

"Fine. If that's what Senior Francesca wants, and Mr. Lotus is fine with it."

"... it's a dangerous journey."

"Hehe."

Ami laughs small about what's funny.

When Mr. Leonhardt knocks on his hand, the dining room door opens and a few butlers come in who had refrained. Apparently, they'll show you to Miss Francesca's room.

Follow the butler.

"I'm with you. Let's protect them together."

"Oh."

That's comforting, really.

I'm counting on you.

"Yes. Please rely - a lot"

Shortly after I said that, Ami would scowl where there was nothing because it was an unfamiliar heel.

He didn't fall because he was intertwining my elbows with me, but whatever... yeah.

"I'm worried."

"... I won't wear heels anymore"

I don't know about that.