The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

In the time before the sun shows its face, pull the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword out of the sheath in the dim room, illuminate yourself with the light of the lamp to see how you are. While I was relaxing in Merdiole, I didn't lack care, so there shouldn't be any problems, but I still think it's a habit close to occupational disease that makes me want to be sure before the actual battle.

Maybe I like swords. This is how you make sure you're feeling and take care of it. This time, I feel very calm.

Lower your hips on the floor, lay a cloth, and spread your weapon over it. The same goes for daggers and knives. Take every one of them, wipe your torso with a brand new cloth, and remove the dirt from your torso. Even so, it's not so dirty that it ends soon. When you take a dagger and wave it in your hand, you can hear the sharp blade rip open the air. Satisfied with the pleasant, familiar sound, deliver the dagger to the sheath.

As its name suggests, the knife of the dragon bone is a weapon made of sharpened bones, so the roughness of the blade is noticeable, but the sharpness of the blade is much better than that of the sword. To try, when the sharpened knife was pressed against the nail, the tip of the nail could be cut without resistance.

That's how I checked all the way through, I exhaled deeply, long, and slowly. The last time I took the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword into my hand to deliver it to the sheath, the door of the room was knocked.

"Coming in."

"Oh."

It was Faerona who came into the room to say that. Even though it is still early in the morning, the expression is firm without making you feel drowsy.

Bows and arrows on the back, long swords on the hips. Its familiar appearance makes me feel strong.

"It's still a little early to get out, but how's it going?

"Oh. It's almost over."

"Right."

Fayrona takes off her weapon and lowers her back to her bed. I looked it over and took Elmen Hilde out of my pocket.

Holding the gold medal into your right hand leaks a pale emerald magic from that hand. As it is, its light takes shape and a wave of long sword is held in its hand. The body is pure white reminiscent of silver. It played the light of the lamp and turned brilliant.

There is one constraint that is being liberated. You have to fight a mighty enemy named Griffin, but you don't know what to expect. This constraint alone can't be helped by my will now, but it still makes me feel a lot more complicated.

"What?

"No. You're as beautiful as ever," he said.

"Hehe. Right."

When I said my honest thoughts, I laughed slightly without hiding the voice Ermenhilde had played.

If Ermen Hilde is in a better mood, I shall wonder if that is all right.

"How's it going over there? Are we done yet?

"Oh, no problem. Even so, this is the first time I've dealt with Griffin. The reality is I'm not sure what I need."

Asking Fayrona without distracting herself from Ermenhilde's fullness returns a particularly uncomfortable voice. From that voice, I can't feel anything particularly like a feeling. You seem to be relaxed properly.

Not to say unknown, but I admire this calm as a boulder in front of a strong enemy who will fight for the first time.

"Don't worry too much. If it's your strength, it's fine."

"It's comforting to hear you say that."

"Good for you."

Say so and illuminate Hermen Hilde's body with the light of the lamp. Straight blade with no distortion or sway. It's a strange thing because it doesn't mean the blade is as sharp as the knife Masaki-chan uses, but it kills and rips off goblins and oaks without difficulty.

"How's the range?

"As usual. I'm shivering because I'm afraid to fight."

"Huh. That's comforting."

"Give me a break"

Respond so and divert your gaze from the Divine Sword. The white sword became a jade magic and misty.

"I think it's like you to stay as usual before the battle."

"What. Should I have been nervous?

"No way. If you get nervous or something, things are going crazy over here."

"That's a terrible thing to say."

Knuckles, and laughs low and gets up. I cleaned up the tools I used to inspect my gear, and snapped my neck.

"Well. How about Miss Francesca? Looks like we've been working together the last few days."

"I hope you're looking forward to it. Mululu and I were working hard to surprise you."

"Hehe. To surprise you. '

"Well, I'm looking forward to it"

Look out the window. Soon, the sun will rise.

It will be time for Amida to wake up. Have breakfast and join Miss Francesca. Arrange a plain near Bald Mountain to wipe out Griffin.

I really wanted Yuichiro to help me, too, but that's very much so. He is also starting to live with women and walking out on new paths. It would also be wild to interrupt.

Well, if it's his personality, he'll tell me he doesn't care.

He also has a personality that originally hates fighting. I guess that's why you chose the job of a grave guard who doesn't rely on the power of a hero. You might respond if you ask me here, but I think that's a little different.

Knights and adventurers may have no choice because they make battles productive, but forcing them to fight because they have power - I guess it's a sweet idea to think so. Around Yuichiro even though I know so, I realize I haven't yet either. Because I understand that you should rely on Yuichiro to minimize the danger.

"Well, let's take a look at it."

"Don't make me too impotent."

"I know. If you scratch such a good boy, he'll kill you from your father."

| Reminds me of Leonhardt: Miss Francesca's father. A man of good physical stature who was considered an adventurer but not a bad physical figure. When it comes to power battles, it's easy to imagine a little worse.

"That's because they sent out Francesca on those terms, so you wouldn't have to worry about it."

"That's not why. It's not my hobby to scratch a beauty."

"I don't care about range hobbies."

"must be"

Besides, the battle is life-threatening. Injuries, but survival is a prerequisite. That much, I understand, too.

Just kidding, Elmenhilde exhaled a heavy sigh when he clasped his shoulders.

And after a moment, the knocking noise of the door.

"Range, Faerona. Are you awake?

"Ooh."

In response, the door opens with a beat in between.

It was Solnea who showed up. I've already changed my sleeping rolls, dressed like my usual black piece. It's just that now the blue bird stops on its shoulder.

"Are you awake? The sun hasn't risen yet, so why don't you stay asleep?

"Amida's on the move, and it's morning."

"So is that."

In response, he laughs and lowers his back to his bed. Seeing how I behaved like that, Solnea also lowered her back to the chair in the room.

At the same time, the little bird that had stopped on my shoulder jumped up, and now it stops on my shoulder. Chichi, is heard from his ear, slowing his mouth. Animals are adorable, really.

I stroked your head at your fingertips, and you folded your body over to sweeten me.

"What's up, Solnea? I thought you explained how hard it is to be together today."

"I remember, Faerona. Aya and the others are going to dinner."

"Have you come to call me? Thanks."

"No."

I thought it was that time already. Trying to stretch, I stop along the way remembering that the little bird is stopping on my shoulder. Seeing me do such a half-way trick, Fayrona loosens her mouth and laughs, getting out of bed and wearing gear.

Ermenhilde sighed deliberately as I stood up worried about the little bird.

"Are you taking that little bird with you, too?

"No way. Solnea, take care of him."

"Okay."

When I say that, a blue bird travels to Solnea's shoulder. Was it the gift of Utano's discipline, or was he smart enough to become a demon? I want you to watch Solnea's behavior while we're gone. The little bird through the humanities seems to have drawn my intentions.

"Saata. It's been a long time since I've worked."

"Really. Ever since I came to Merdiole, I've been a long way from my guild job. I'll have you working today."

"Uhm. You should treat it fully"

"... no. I used to count Griffin numbers."

That I'm just going to lose my temper. When I wrap my coat (cape) around it while dropping my shoulders, I look at me like that and Fayrona is small, but she laughs out in her voice. How far are you kidding, or are you serious?

"Don't expect too much. There's not much I can do."

"Even if I know. All we ask of you is what you can do."

What do you say?

Loosen his mouth and clasp his shoulders, this time Ermenhilde laughs out in his voice.

There are no tension or other shards in this conversation when it comes to dealing with the big guy. That's a good thing, leaving the room thinking.

"Range"

Solnea called out to me like that.

Looking back to wondering what it was, rarely...... I get confused about judging if I'm right, but Solnea looked strange in her heart.

"What's up?

"Are you all right?

A quiet voice reaches my ear. You came beside me while I was inspecting my gear, watching me as Solnea grabbed the weapon with interest.

"What's up?

"No, I heard you were about to go to battle."

Listen to that word and tilt your neck wondering what's wrong with it. Griffin Crusade is something we've been talking about for a long time, and I know the ecology and weaknesses, even though the target is a warcraft... well, it also explains that it will be okay.

I'm definitely not into things, but I'm going to be careful so that I can work as safely as I can.

That's what I was explaining, is there anything you think?

When I turn my gaze to Fayrona, I try to keep my back on the hallway wall and put my arms together to see if I've learned anything from such a Solnea reaction. Apparently, he's going to wait until this conversation is over.

"I'm not referring to chess yet"

"Hmm?"

At first, I didn't know what they said.

Chess, chess, and. When I rebelled (soldered) the word over and over again in my head, I finally came to the answer to what Solnea was saying.

Yesterday, next time I talked about pointing to chess, I guess I'm saying something I haven't already pointed to.

"Right. I'll point it at you when I get back, okay?

"Yes."

With that said, he nods slightly and agrees. You really seem like a child when you don't say "selfish".

Well, if I had such a big kid, I'd have a problem with that. It wouldn't suit you to be a father at this age either. I intend to treat the children like a father's replacement.

"Please come back safely"

"Oh, wow."

I've never been told that before, so I got stuck in words. No, I remember being told something similar when I went to the King's Capital Martial Arts Games, but that's what they were supposed to say then, like I win and it's natural.

In a way, I still don't change my expression in response to the disrespectful reaction of being surprised by the words of worry, and Solnea looks up to me all the time.

This is the first time you've acted like this. I'm surprised at the change before the beauty stares at me and dodges me. Take one cough and take a deep breath so you don't get that upset. I can calm my feelings blatantly, and Solnea is still looking at me with her emotionally invisible eyes.

"Okay. I'll be right back...... I promise."

Naturally, I could say that. No, should I say I've spoken unconsciously?

Old habits.

- I promise. To absolutely fulfill. To protect. To come back alive.

No matter how powerful, powerful, and overwhelming your opponent is. Because I promised and to keep my promise. To pierce the will.

'Are you sure?

"Hmm?"

'Didn't the promise say it wouldn't be easy? Give me an excuse for being difficult to protect.'

"That's okay. Protect what you say once."

"Right."

That's what I say, I walk out.

I'm sure it's not my fault that Elmenhilde's voice feels bright at any rate.

Look at me like that, I don't even hide Faerona's loose mouth, I line up next door.

"You're reliable."

"Don't be too hard on me. I'm just a weak person."

"See you soon..."

"I'll try to be moderate."

I promise. I'll do my best. That's the word I've been avoiding.

What an itch - to move forward, it's an inevitable path, it's a word.

And well, as I went down to the ground floor thinking about the difficult things, Ami and Mululu, who had finished dressing, and Miss Francesca, who would have been waiting early in the morning, had been bickering about the table.

When he noticed us coming down the stairs, he lowered his head with a nervous face. I remember the first time I saw her like that, and I laugh small. Since then, Miss Francesca has grown. We know exactly what we've been through together.

And the fact that we can grow if we don't fail in our efforts in the future.

"Good morning, Miss Francesca"

"Good morning, Master Range"

"What's up? The rendezvous should have been the gate, but you got up excited and early?

"... hehe. Perhaps."

You felt something in my words, Miss Francesca breaks her nervous face and smiles. Probably, but you're thinking the same thing as me.

When I first met him. Tell me about the next day you helped Miss Francesca. Even then, this is how Miss Francesca woke up early. I remember that.

It is a nostalgic, memorable journey. But other faces who don't know about it just look at Miss Francesca with a sudden smile. Well, if you ask, I'll tell you. Nothing. It's not a secret.

"Well, then, why don't we go to work after breakfast"

…………

But Mululu, sitting next to me, looks up to me wondering. I look around to see if there would have been anything strange about the current language, but the others have not reacted in particular.

"What's up?

"What's going on?

Ha. I stare at Mululu for a while without knowing the intent of the word. Well, it wouldn't even be as colorful a schematic as staring at each other.

Nothing. Nothing.

"Yes."

And when I say that, my gaze goes off in a way that I don't particularly care.

"Weird guy."

"Not really. The range is easy to understand."

"You're hard to understand."

Well, can you say that when it comes to rice, it seems to be Mululu that makes it easier to understand as soon as possible?

I'm sure you felt some change. The Beast Man is also sensitive to emotional subtleties. But I don't think that's where you hear so much about it.

Nevertheless...

"It's hard for you to understand."

"... and the range is rude"

I'm sorry about that.

When he uttered an apology that was not in his heart, he was gently poked in the flank. Can we also say that this kind of relationship is close?

I think the distinction between warcraft and demons is similar to the relationship between man and beast man.

Should it also be called the superior species of demons with the agility and toughness of the beast? However, unlike the Beast Man, there are many individuals in there who specialize in witchcraft - especially spiritual witchcraft that is strongly protected by the Spirit. So is Griffin, who will fight this time.

Winged lion. Its nails also tear steel easily, running faster than horses and flying through the sky. Then, with the protection of the Wind Spirit (Sylph), he uses the Spirit Magic of the Wind System.

To be honest, even the biggest and strongest orga on this continent of Imnesia is inferior to Griffin. For that reason, the point is raised that you can fly first and foremost. Whatever, man can't fly. Bows and arrows are diverted by the Wind Spirit (Sylph) 's "Curse of the Arrow (Serious)," and because they are winged warcraft, they are good at freely moving around the sky. Simple stone rubble (crumble) and fireballs are also easily avoided.

How to crusade such a griffin.

One relies on numbers to pull it down from the sky and kill it. This was the first action taken by Douglam and his team during the Griffin Crusade. That would be good if the numbers were aligned, and weirdly hassle-free. It's also dangerous for that matter.

And the means we'll take today. It's about luring them out and putting them in a trap. So I went into the woods to find the bait I needed for the trap.

"Hmm."

Draw the sword of the Spirit Silver (Mithril) out of its sheath, relative to the goblin hidden in the bushes of the forest. The number is two. Both of them have a knife gripped that has rusted and browned out of color on rust, which I know perfectly well that there is no care at all in their hands.

"Dear Range"

"Oh."

Yeah, and wave a sword. You alerted to the sound of tearing the wind, so that the goblins can take power all over your body. Two against two. Miss Francesca sets up a short sword in her hand. The length of the sword is different, but it feels close to me somewhere.

I don't know. You are powerless from all over your body, but your gaze does not deviate from the goblin so that you can react immediately to the other person's actions.

"Is he someone you can be wary of?

"Bye. Be alert to the extent of goblins and Ami will laugh at you if you get hurt"

'You won't laugh... well, you'll be stunned'

"Right? The statue I've been building, Lotus Yamada, will collapse."

"Things like that have collapsed and I think they're buried in holes."

Must be, laughs.

"Miss Francesca, please leave"

"Hehe. Yes."

At the same time, they break up to the left and right. At the same time, Goblin broke up with me and Miss Francesca again.

Well, and. Goblins coming from the front without alerting this one, the knife held in their hands swinging down as the momentum comes. Hit it with the belly of the sword to deviate, and the shock disfights the goblin.

Turning her gaze towards Miss Francesca, after meeting with the knife several times in a short sword, she played up the knife cleverly, and at the same time stabbed a dagger of the ice column (hard) created by magic into her empty chest.

It's clever. Swords and magic. It looks easy for you to watch, but when it comes to doing it, how many swordsmen and magicians can perform it? While moving your body, think about something completely different with your head. At least, it's a little hard for me. Well, in the first place, I don't have any shards of magic to use magic.

With that in mind, I avoid and direct the goblin knife aimed at me with minimal movement. Shake it down, Yokohama. Avoid that simple attack and a single tree hits your back. You thought it was a good opportunity that my movement stopped, and the goblins stick a knife out at me for that gap. Play up that protruding knife with a dragonbone knife, pulled out with the opposite hand from holding the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword.

Make a tall noise, and a rusty knife dances through the universe. And then he turned his gaze to hand like a goblin confused who had lost his weapon in a flash.

Kick forward to the belly of the goblin and kick to Miss Francesca.

"Miss Francesca."

Call that name. Miss Francesca, who responded to my voice, turned her gaze here and stabbed a short sword at the goblin, which blew away without panic. From Goblin's chest, which is only about the size of an elementary school student, a short sword cut grows. After several severe cramps, the force fell out of that limb.

"It's been a long time since you reacted so fast."

"Really?

When I say that, Miss Francesca will gladly let her face fall apart and pull the short sword out of the goblin.

The expression is the sole of a beautiful lady, but it is the crusade of demons that is going on. I'm not the only one who would feel unspeakable about that gap.

It's good to smile, but is there a bloody sword in that hand a reduction?

"Still, why do you need goblins to get rid of Griffin?

"It's bait."

"But wouldn't it be safer to buy oak meat in the city than goblins if it were bait?

"The meat I bought in the city costs money, and it's not fresh."

Grasp the roots of the goblins that have now been tailored, answering Miss Francesca's questions. Even though it is the size of a child, it weighs more than thirty kilos each. Hold it in both hands, it's over sixty kilometers on its own.

After the spot as you draw the goblin. After me like that, Miss Francesca comes after me with a short sword to her sheath with a trick she's used to.

"You've been using that sword for a long time."

"Really?

"Isn't that pretty lame?

"That's, well. But if you take good care of it, you can still use it."

That said, he strokes the short sword pattern lovingly placed on the sheath. I seem to have a lot of attachment, but if I've been using it for nearly six months now, I wonder if it's pretty lame coming.

Even if it isn't, it seems like I've been specializing here lately with Faerona and Mululu. I'm at work now, so that's it, but I think I'll take a look at it later. Well, I'm only as clever as my amateur has hair, so I can only take care of it a lot.

Can I show Kudo anyway? He hasn't come back to Merdiole's house yet, but since it's about that annoying smell anyway, I expect he'll be back when the Griffin commotion is over.

Perhaps, but he hasn't come back yet after hearing information from around Utano and deciding he'll be involved. That's what he is. He also says he understands my personality very well.

"You're using it dearly."

"Yes, because it's one of the treasures"

"It's unusual for a shop sword to be a treasure."

"Right. But I think treasure is for each person."

"Right."

"Yes."

Somehow, Ermenhilde and Miss Francesca were in a mood for it. There must have been a lot of conformance between the weapon and the thing that deals with the weapon.

I don't think so. I can't say much about people. Again, I think my partner who deposits his life has to be treated with care, and that's not just Elmen Hilde, it's the same with the Spirit Silver (Mithril) swords, knives, and daggers.

However, it is not the same to treat it with care as to the weapon from which the rattle came. That's what I'd like to explain... how you spoke.

"Now there's nothing I can do to talk about weapons."

Think so, but end up sending the problem ahead. Well, it's not much of a problem.

I don't think I was in a state where I could do anything about it right now.

"Slightly."

As we talked like that, we quickly arrived at the entrance to the forest, where Amida and I broke up.

There's a look at some of my buddies who already have about ten goblins. It's too early to say that we only have two of these. About half of them have large wind holes in their chests.

Ami must have blew it up with sorcery, but how easy it is to understand.

"I'm sorry. It's a little late."

"No. This is where I just got back."

"Right."

You're having a conversation like a lover I was meeting, you know. I don't think such a conversation exists in this world, so it's just my own imagination.

Throw the two goblins you had in your arms over that pile of corpses, thinking such a stupid thing.

"Well, and"

Yeah, I exhale, and my neck snaps. Then remove the leather gloves on both hands and pull out the knife.

"Miss Francesca should stay away from me because I do something a little disgusting."

"Huh?"

"Take the goblin. Smells like blood, calls Griffin"

Muluru explains the continuation of the words. Upon hearing that explanation, Miss Francesca took a step back. The expression, too, is visible and convulsive.

I haven't shown any signs, but Faerona doesn't look very good either.

Griffin is a carnivore and has a very sharp sense of influence or smell of the Wind Spirit (Silf). The easiest way to call such a griffin is the smell of blood and meat. That's better fresh, too. I don't suppose he's a gastronomer (gourmet), but he has a sense of smell that allows him to smell fresh corpse flesh like this rather than the meat he bought at the store.

Thanks to this, I can only collect a few goblins like this.

Kneel beside Goblin's body, explaining so.

"Uh, duh. Wow, I can help you too."

"You don't have to. Look, stay back with Ami. And Faerona, you're on a tree."

"From there, should I aim with a bow?

"All you need to aim for is a goblin that came by the smell of blood. No ordinary arrow hits Griffin."

That said, I turn my gaze toward Ami, who is sitting back on a rock the size of a good one, which is quite far away. Ami, who is unfamiliar with killing demons and scratching corpses in front of her, leaves quickly at times like this.

I don't think that's a bad idea. I don't like anything about humans, and I wonder if girls get used to demonic... and human-shaped corpses.

Mululu, well. Because he's an animal man.

Self-sufficiency is common in the Elflame continent. Goblins on boulders are not eaten because they are only bones and skins, and then all muscles tense (sujiba), but oak subspecies and these warcraft are precious food. I haven't been surprised since I was a kid because I know how to teach.

"Do you want me to help too?

"No. I have trouble smelling weird, so you can stay away, too."

"Okay."

And the precautions of the Warcraft Crusade. Warcraft has a good nose, so when the smell of blood seeps into the body, it is noticed. There's nothing I can do about all this, so if Griffin finds out, I'll have to be the decoy. That's the usual thing.

The way we fought for a long time. I'll be the decoy, and my people will poke a gap. I thought it was dangerous, scary, and I didn't want to die every time, but when I get used to it, this is the way to fight. Even fear, if you have patience, you can manage.

... if you say it in an embarrassing way. If you believe in your people, you can handle any situation.

With that in mind, I open Goblin's belly with a knife. Since when did you stop feeling contraindicated? Well, I guess we lost that stuff together when we got used to taking lives, albeit demons. I guess fighting means killing demons, too. That's how I tear the belly of a corpse and scatter the smell of blood all around me, thinking about philosophical things.

With all this smell, it's gonna be hard not to dare identify me. Finally, when you tilt the water bag that was hanging on your hips and wash your hands, fit the leather gloves.

"You're familiar."

"How many times has this happened? I don't like it, but I get used to it."

"Hmm."

"Humans are creatures that get used to being good and bad, Hermenhilde."

I don't know if it would be appropriate to use it in this case. But this is the scene of the Hound Murder, then. Save it for yourself. I just want to hang a blanket on the body. If I were to do that, my hard work on the corpse would be wasted.

Now you're ready. All we have to do is wait for Griffin to eat us into this bait.

"Miss Francesca"

Walking over to a group of women who had gathered at a remote location, he called out to the person of interest.

"We're going up the tree too."

"Ha, ha."

'... I'm so nervous from now on, okay?

"So, it's okay"

You need to be so nervous... well, it's your first opponent, so can't you help but be nervous?

Ami and Mululu dive into the bush (Kusamura) a little further away, and Fayrona holds a bow and arrow on the tree that allows them to deliver Goblin's body to sight at the same time.

And me and Miss Francesca, directly above where the goblin corpse is rolling. Waiting for Griffin to come as he rides to the branches of a sweeping tree.

"Doesn't it stink?

"Huh?"

"Smell of blood. I've been doing a lot of things just now. If it stinks, we're going away for a little while."

"Ah, eh. It's okay...... it doesn't smell that good"

I guess that means it smells right. Are you gentle or honest? With that in mind, feel away from Miss Francesca.

I can't leave much because it's on the branches, but this will make it a little better.

Conversely, I don't feel anything because my nose is silly because of the smell of blood, even though Miss Francesca is right beside me. What a sad thing.

"So, that. What do you do next?

"If Griffin gets caught by Goblin's body and comes straight down, he jumps down and stabs him with his sword"

"... is that all?

"That's all. What you do is as powerful as simple."

With that said, he strokes with his fingers the pattern of the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword he is placing on his sheath.

"Demons and Warcraft. What do you think the same thing is?

"Same thing, is it?

Ask my question back to the parrot. Would it have been a bad way to ask?

"I have a heart, I think with my head"

"Ah."

"It's just like humans. You can kill him if you crush his heart or his head."

And directly below is the body of a goblin. If you jumped out of this position, you can aim for your heart and head. It's a complete blind spot for Griffin, directly above.

No matter how much wind spirits (silves) are protected, it is a slow distance when you realize it.

"The Curse of the Arrow" can also be missed if it is as light as an arrow, but heavy as a human can not be missed. In other words, "curse" means that substances of mass or weight cannot be diverted.

Explain that to Miss Francesca in her spare time until Griffin arrives. Incidentally, there are also some more goblin bodies in the meantime due to Faerona's arrows.

"... ha"

"There are many weaknesses in witchcraft. It's quite interesting to think about it."

"I think the ranger who comes up with it is amazing."

"Not really. I'm just a little soft."

As Utano used to say. Is this a compliment?

With that in mind, Fayrona, who was on the edge of her sight, diverted her gaze from the mountain of goblin corpses beneath us.

I'll follow Faerona's gaze, too. There, the look of Griffin coming this way. Miss Francesca, next door, tells me breathtaking signs.

"Well, it's time for work, Miss Francesca"

"Yes."

When I say that in a whisper, they give it back to me in a whisper.

The gaze is nailed to Griffin, and his defenseless shoulders are thrust with his fingers to avoid surprise.

"You don't have to be too nervous. If we fail, we have company. Rather, it's just as good as I think it's okay to fail"

"... Yes"

"Rare, sweet words."

It won't be that uncommon, he said. Shoulders cleverly over tree branches.

Place between breaths and gaze at Griffin again. You're on guard around me, you don't come down to the ground in the middle.

Ami would be able to beat it off easily if she came this close, but not with Miss Francesca. Of course, so am I.

First, we need you to get off to the ground to feed. Until then, patience.

How much time would have passed. A few minutes or a dozen minutes? Or longer or shorter?

Griffin, who has finally lifted his guard, descends to the ground with his wings glistened. Covered in corny brown body hair, the wings are the same color. The head is white and the mouth (beak) is yellow. He is roughly three meters or more long. When it comes to wingspan, is it close to six meters?

It is a much larger body than a person's, yet makes little sound of walking on the ground. It doesn't weigh lightly, it minimizes sound so that the prey doesn't notice it with the protection of the Wind Spirit (Silf).

"Big......"

Miss Francesca, next door, whispers.

"This is the normal size. If you grow more, you'll grow bigger once or twice."

"Is that so"

Slowly pull the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword out of its sheath, feeling the breathtaking signs of my words.

'You're not gonna use me?

"At any rate, there's one or two constraints you can liberate. Then this one is easier to use."

"Mmm."

No matter how powerful the opponent is, the constraints I can unlock are conditional. If you are not a family member of the demon god, you are not an individual powerful enough to feel a sense of crisis. If so, I know that there are no constraints that can be freed.

If you can liberate all three or four, use Ermenhilde, but if not, the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword is somewhat convenient. The sharpness does not fade into ermenhilde, nor is it dangerous. I don't mind breaking this one, but there are a lot of problems with Elmen Hilde breaking. I mean, I don't want Ermenhilde to force me in this situation.

"Look closely, Miss Francesca."

Griffin lowers his head and closes his mouth to Goblin's body. Anticipating that moment,

"The heart is directly next to the base of the wing, the center of the back."

That's what I say, jumping off a tree branch. Up to Griffin, about three meters high? With his sword in his hands, he pierced Griffin's back at once with the image of putting all of his weight on.

The voice of the severed demon was long, but I did feel the feeling of a deadly blow in my hand.

I tried to jump up for a moment, but my body pierced my heart couldn't even flap my wings, and a moment later I fell and fell to the ground.

"... I wondered what I would do if they resisted"

"Pity."

To my whining, Elmenhilde makes a heartfelt and sad voice. Can't you help it? They're more than twice as big as I am. If you get attacked with those nails, they'll tear you apart easily, like me.

Even if you come to me like this in perfect condition, I'm afraid of scary things.

With that in mind, I climb the tree again. Since Miss Francesca is a skirt, she weighs herself up and when she finishes climbing, she lowers her back to the same branch of the tree just now.

Next up, Miss Francesca.

"Yes."

'You don't have to feel it.' Cause if you don't come multiple times at the same time, you won't be too alert. '

"There are many powerful individuals called Warcraft, but they're not very smart for that matter."

After all, it's a beast. I act on my instincts, so my mind is sharp, but I can't beat my appetite. Even if I know it's a trap, if the bait is rolling in front of me, I'm on my way.

In fact, if more than one doesn't come at the same time, as Ermenhilde said, this trap is quite usable. Well, it can only be used for Griffin and certain warcraft like that.

Turning his gaze toward Ami and Mululu, who are in a remote place, he was either exhaling in relief or dropping his shoulders.

"So wait hoping you'll come alone next time"

"... Hey fool. Don't flag it."

"What's that?

Talking that way, the wings burst into my ears.

Turning his gaze, now two griffins are coming this way. The arrow turned to the bow, and Faerona pointed her gaze at us.

It seems like there are two of them so what are we going to do? Think about what you do with your hands so that you don't dare act.

Well, if you're just going to crusade, ask Ami and that's it. I want Miss Francesca to have a lot of experience if we're going to travel together. But are two at the same time dangerous to the boulder?

Think of a few things behind your back.

"Well, let's just say I try my best."

"Huh?"

"I'll be the decoy, Miss Francesca, so stop Griffin somehow."

"Something...?

"Sort of."

That said, I go down to the ground without any hesitation. The smell of goblin blood is not completely removable to the extent that it has been washed. Then I smell blood. The quickest way to catch Griffin's attention.

And then, let's believe Miss Francesca and Ami, who have not been noticed.

It has been so for a long time. What would Ami think of my actions if she knew about it?

Perhaps you have a head.

With his feet on the ground, he pulls the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword out of his sheath and holds it in his right hand.

"By the way, what's a flag?

"The opposite of what you said happens in real life."

"What sorcery, it is"

"It's just a strain."

Does this mean something a little different?

To the extent that I can think about it, I can afford it. Surprised by that, I realize my mouth is loose.

Well.

"Come on, you fucking bird. No grudges, but I'll kill you."

Staring at Griffin flying through the universe, he said so without hesitation or fear.