The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Kang, Kang, and.

The sound of tapping metal heard from afar. Listening to that sound, breakfast...... no, last night - day? Maybe the dishes I used a few days ago.

When you manage to wash dishes with dirt that do not come off to the point of wiping them with a cloth towel (fuzz), pass the dishes you washed next door to Miss Francesca, who is wiping them with a dry cloth towel. Then, Solnea receives the dishes wiped by Miss Francesca and neatly stores them on the shelves.

The Francesca lady took off the blue coat (cape) she always wore and now looks like a white apron with plenty of frills. Solnea, of course. This one is pink.... Although it's pretty surreal that a cool beauty who doesn't break her expression looks like a pink apron.

Whose the hell is this apron? Not bad, or to be honest, it suits Miss Francesca, but I think the owner of this house would definitely not be using it. Now, it was as beautiful as a new apron. I wonder if I have never used it.

In the first place, why are multiple aprons available for the habit of living alone? And colorful. Just as far as I can see, three more pieces are hung on the wall.

"What's up, Range?

"No. I wonder why he has an apron that he'll never use."

"... don't be so sure"

Ermenhilde's words to say so also have no power, because I'm sure he thinks he'll never use them either.

Tighten a well-maintained faucet of water that is unlike any other world and wipe wet hands with a dry towel. The sink, which was overflowing with used dishes for a few days when I arrived, is now clean until I can see it.

If it's true, I'd love to clean every corner, but that would make the landlord of this house unnecessarily wasted (he won't do anything on his own), so I'm going to ghost my heart out here and let him clean it himself later.... Because of him, he said he didn't care if it was dirty and refused to clean it.

At that time, let's remove the fist bone (genitals) from the head and let it be cleaned.

"You've cleared up a lot."

"Visible range."

When Ermenhilde answers Miss Francesca's voice, she looks up at this one because she doesn't seem to know the true meaning of the word. Respond by clamping your shoulders to that adorable trick, then turn your gaze upstairs.

I can hear Ami's loud voice echoing the walls and floors when she says this is also a concrete and solidified ceiling that is unlike any other world. I guess that voice reached my ear, Miss Francesca smiled bitterly as she looked up at this one.

The ground floor is a living room and a visitors' room transformed into a luggage storage area that would have been made as…. Plus, bathrooms, workplaces... rooms that do chores, alchemy, pharmacies, etc.

A house that, from the outside, doesn't even look like a normal ordinary home, but when you go inside, you don't just call it a demonic land, it's a chaotic building. Moreover, the house itself is made of concrete, and the walls are lowered with dried lizards (anyway), dried bat feathers, and herbs so powerful that they have hallucinogenic effects.

When I sniffed the herb to try it, I felt really dizzy (dizzy) because it was dried. I'm going to get addicted if I don't open the window.... It's not a drug.

Me, Miss Francesca and Solnea, Ami and Mululu upstairs, and Faerona sweeping the doorway.

For some reason, it's too dirty.

... an old companion or a friend? That's what I wanted you to know. I want you to understand how I feel.

When I came to the house to introduce my friends, the house was demonic.... I can't laugh.

Miss Francesca, too, is now nicotine whether cleaning is fun or not, but when I first came to this house, I didn't know what to do and I was horny. As far as Faerona and Mululu were concerned, the number of mouths was clearly decreasing. Though Solnea always had the same, duh, duh look. One day, I'd like to see Solnea's amazing face.

Well, what do we do next?

If you think so, someone will come down the stairs that lead you upstairs. Turning his gaze, he saw beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings. It's Ami.

"Ami, you're..."

"Wow. Please don't look at me."

When I speak like that, I get a louder voice back than usual. I guess the only reason you sound surprised is because the luggage you're holding is luggage.

Much smaller than an apron, but this is also a colorful cloth - well, what is called (so-called) underwear. Also called lingerie.

I noticed what that cloth was, a beat behind me. I received about half of it from Ami, who had finished down the stairs so Miss Francesca could panic, and I ran to the strip yard early. And then Ami goes on after that with a ton of laundry that is still enough to hold with both arms, even if it's about half down.

...... how many weeks of laundry was accumulated upstairs? It's scary to just think about it. For a keenly smelled Mululu, isn't it hell? I also think a lot about female body odor, so I won't think about it any more.

With that in mind, I pick up the black cloth with my fingers, which was falling after Ami and Miss Francesca went through. The cloth is a cloth, but how come there is only an area that should be said to be somewhat out of cloth? And then there was Yuichiro, and I wondered if there was someone to show this to.

"What are you doing?

He had a chilling voice.

Hearing a neutral voice that could be taken with both a man and a woman echoing his head, Solnea looked intriguingly at the cloth cut in my hand as I turned to the gaze I felt apart from it. Incidentally, that cloth cut is a type of cloth cut with both ends tied together by a string. I don't care.

"Is that what you like?

"Not quite."

I grin bitterly at things that are too direct (straight) and grip the cloth cut I was picking with my fingers with my right hand. It would also be a dumb sight for a big man forever to be looking at his underwear this way.

At the same time, again from upstairs, this time Mululu comes down. This one has enough laundry to hold on both arms, just like Ami, but this one seems hard to see the front due to its height. He's walking down the stairs in a fascinating way.

"I'll have half."

"Yeah."

When I say that, I'm stuck sticking out the laundry in my hand when Mululu can't see in front of me after I'm down the stairs. In that protruding direction, there was Solnea, not me, and she turned her gaze at me like she was in trouble.

Boulder Beast Man. Even if your vision is blocked, you seem to know the signs say someone is there.

Receive half the laundry from the side, admiring it in strange places.... but I think it would be tough to wash all of this, Of course I don't have anything like a washing machine, so I wash all my laundry by hand. I am not going to say this with one laundry because I am still traveling for a long time, but I still think it is troublesome.

Mix the cloth cuts that were gripping into your hands into the laundry somewhere and head towards the washroom. Behind the house, the washing area for the masses, which is renovating near the well, is also equipped with a well-maintained water supply. I wonder if they are creeping up water from wells that are visible nearby, but what is the principle?

I don't know how many times this has happened, but I don't think that water supply is right for the other world. This is still good because the guns and cars weigh themselves down. Guns to the world of swords and sorcery. Cars are the way to go, that's what Kotaro said.

I agree with that word, but first of all, steelmaking technology is not developed enough to make guns and cars before that, and I don't have fuel, and I don't have the knowledge in this world to use it even if I did. It's easy to just make a shaped one, but just having one fine helix (screw) will give you a lot of time, and I don't know how to get the fossil fuel (gasoline) you need to move your car. If we can clear those terms and get guns and cars, we're the only ones who can use them.

Guns and cars are precise. It erupts with a slight distortion of the barrel, and the car stops running just because it was blown away with a little magic. We can't fix it, not even the inhabitants of this world. I can't possibly do anything other than Kudo, so it's unrealistic.

More importantly, the exhaust gases emitted by cars spoil nature. For that reason, we are reluctant to use modern technology that stands out too much.

Is the water supply part of the maintenance around the water? Well, if it's about water supply, it's what you need to do to make your life easier, as opposed to humiliating the world.

Nevertheless, what is the price of land in the commercial city (Merdiole) when it is said that sewage technology is not well developed enough to provide water supplies even in Wang Du?

Well, Ami and Miss Francesca had already started washing clothes and underwear and sheets in that washroom using washboard.

"Sounds like a tough one."

"Mr. Lotus."

"Yes."

"This one is fine, please clean the front door with Mr. Faerona"

"Okay."

Reply concisely to Ami, who says with a smile, put the luggage in your hand and go around. Right. Not that there was anything offensive or insidious about it, but it would be rude to have a man in the place washing women's clothes and underwear.

Tell Solnea to help Amida with Mululu and head to the front door as she was told.

Even though the construction is concrete, the doors are unique to the world... were wooden doors common in our world? When I walked out the front door remembering that, I saw Fayrona cleaning with a broom. Beautiful (handsome) is a painting no matter what you do. It is a handsome privilege.

I guess the neighbors. It's also a handsome privilege for older women to have a glimpse of Fairona, not me. Chickshaw.

Feeling defeated in my heart without meaning, I take the extra one too.

"I'll help."

"Oh."

Less words, start cleaning.

Even so, it seems almost over now. As always, he's handy, or he has good guidelines.

"It was busy in there."

"What, did you miss me?

"Huh. Maybe so."

Slightly loosening her mouth, but spinning her words without stopping her.

It won't mean I'm lonely, but I might have been bored to say cleaning the front door by myself. Well, I might not have visually entertained the women in your neighborhood.

"Well, it's a lot of trouble to be too busy."

"Really."

"Is something wrong?

Ermenhilde spins the word of consent from the bottom of his heart into my words. You were interested in that voice, or Faerona stops her hand and turns her gaze this way.

With his shoulders over his gaze, he opened his mouth without stopping.

"What? When cleaning a woman's house, a man is out of the way."

"Hmm?"

"In short, the laundry was a lot of trouble"

"Oh, I see"

He seems to have guessed what I'm trying to say, and he hammers me like he's good at it.

"It's hard to be admired."

Sounds fun somewhere, Faerona says. The mouth looks looser than it was earlier, but I don't really care.

I am conscious.

I don't know if they admire me, but Ami, Miss Francesca and Mululu are oddly sweet on their sides. In particular, Ami sometimes shows her skin when wearing thin clothes so much that she suspects that it is intended here these days.

It may not be a journey as big as saving the world, but it still makes no difference that it is a life-threatening journey. Ami should know about it - but maybe it's because she knows.

Thinking of it that way, I can't even say it strongly. Adventurers... especially we don't know when we're going to die. To the best of our ability, we must act to leave something behind without regret.

I know that. Someone who worked hard in the middle of his mind, who didn't fulfill his purpose and tears, who couldn't keep his promise and knelt. Maybe it's Ami's behavior because she knows a lot of people who say that.

Well, that is.

"Not really. It's about not using his eyes on anyone."

"I don't mean to."

When I sigh, Faerona giggles.

"Even now, I live longer than you. Remember, you can talk in half."

"Heck."

"Listen a little more seriously."

"I know."

That's what I say and exhale, but Faerona keeps cleaning without looking particularly concerned.

But no more visible garbage has fallen on Kudo's doorstep. Looks like the only reason you keep cleaning is to keep talking to me.

"Besides, it's impossible to feel strange about Kudo."

"With that mouthful, did something happen with Lord Lynn?

"It's not like something happened, it's not like that because there was nothing."

For example, drinking alone at night, watching the stars, and talking to each other while it's your turn to burn.

After all that time, there's nothing between me and Kudo. If you insist, there would be something like friendship or intimacy between similar people. Actually, I've never spent that much time with the two of us.

Neither I nor Kudo are aware of each other. I may have been a little conscious in the first days when I was summoned to this world, but it also makes me feel like a long time ago. I mean, I wonder if you're unconscious no matter what happens now. Even if I find underwear when cleaning like this. I don't know about that. I don't want to think I'm dead.

Now we'll be friends making jokes similar to the corrupt edge.

So well......

"I'm a fool. It's annoying."

"I see."

I don't know how serious you are. Two men line up and resume cleaning, listening to a reply.

Garbage hasn't fallen off, so what a dumb sight to see from the side.

"Not before, but there may be from now on. I guess that's the kind of anxiety you have."

"I don't think it's possible..."

"Keep it in mind"

"I know. Words from seniors in life can be remembered properly."

That's what I'm talking about.

Ami has always been aware of me since the first battle with Griffin. It's not just my complacency that I think you're aware of me, not as concerned as you've been...

It follows me when I go somewhere like today, and with one Kudo underwear like earlier...... is it the same as before? Instead, you could say I'm too used to Kudo's opponents to be lacking in delicacy.

Some kind of mood change, or the guy named Female Heart? The man I don't know - the usual escape route is about to become unusable.

…………

"What?

Feel your gaze, turn to Faerona.

"What? If you know what I mean, I have nothing to say."

"Come on."

Joking and saying so, Kudo's door opened as if he had anticipated the timing.

What came out of it was Kudo, who had dirty his face instead of his clothes with coal. Instead of getting a reaction to the usual saying that the beauty in the corner is ruined, don't say it because it won't reach your heart. These words are not funny if you don't tell the person who reacts.

Well, no matter how good he looks, somewhere he sleeps, even if he looks unmotivated, a hundred years of love is also cold.

"Oh, there he is."

"What's up, Kudo?"

"Not Mr. Yamada, that way"

As always, I turn to Fayrona without worrying about me.

"What kind of spelling (cont 'd) was" Laelphia "in the letter Elf uses?

"... remember that much."

"Unlike Yamada, I only remember what I need to do when I need to."

I don't know about that.

With that in mind, he writes the word 'Laelphia' on the ground with a ". It's cobblestone, so there's no spelling left, but that seems to remind me of it, and Kudo shrugs at Chengcheng.

"Mmm, thanks."

I didn't spell it out with a particular light of magic, but apparently that's all it conveyed to Kudo.

It's a letter I've definitely written before, so I guess it was as far as I could remember with a few things.

"Hey, Kudo"

"What? I'm almost done, so I'm glad you're waiting a little longer."

"Not that way. Wash your own underwear."

"If I slip away."

You won't do it yourself, but you managed to swallow the word. No, I can tell you. Then again, it's more obvious than seeing fire that we'll start a conversation like a twist.

I don't know, me or Kudo, I don't hate that kind of stupid conversation. Yeah, do it. Talk to each other, then. That's how we deepen our bonds, or we get along.

"I mean, don't ask anyone else (my people) to wash your underwear."

When I said it, what a colourless word I got back.

"It's a good place to clean your house for the cost of hitting the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword?

"I don't think that's the problem."

"What. Yamada, in my underwear..."

"I don't."

"Too bad. If Yamada wanted me, I'd make fun of Ami."

"Don't tell me my daughter is old enough to have a desire or something"

Besides, I even sassy talk about that in a way that I really don't care. It is the end of the sigh that returns to my groaning voice.

Look, and. When this gaze glanced over his shoulder at Faerona, he held his head down like he was tired.

"Bye. Cleaning, nice to meet you."

That's what I'm saying, the door closes.

"Nah. Between me and Kudo, you think there's something?

"... as far as the intercourse is concerned, we seem to be close."

"You're close."

But that's, you know, getting along. Nothing more, nothing less.

That's our relationship.

Easy, a friend whose heart was known there. That's enough, and I don't want any more. I'm sure Kudo has feelings for me.

Maybe.

I'm not Kudo himself, so I don't know what I mean. At least, I wouldn't let my concerned opposite sex wash clothes, including underwear, etc. Normally.

"Nevertheless."

"Hmm?"

"You know the letters of the elves?

It must be about the exchange with Kudo earlier.

"Laelphia"

'La' is fire, water, wind and earth. The so-called "Four Spirits" and "Four Attributes" refer to this world.

Perhaps Kudo is carving the word of magic grant into the sword of the Spirit Silver (Mithril), which he had asked for in the letters of the elves, so as to be susceptible to the power of the Four Spirits that supposedly make up this world.

Expecting so much, Feirona exhaled as she was impressed.

"You know what I mean."

"I needed a head, not just a sword arm, to travel with Amida."

I studied desperately.

If you don't have talent, cover it with effort, guts and study. In our world, it was popular in the nineties, a comic book kind of development. And hot blood.

I had no choice but to survive because it was the only way I could survive. Thanks to this, I still have a lot of help to do.

"You're a hard worker."

"Please don't. That kind of rating doesn't suit me."

"I don't think so."

"When I say hard-working, I mean someone who can keep trying. I'm just desperate."

Well, and. Return the tweezer to its original position and stretch.

Nice weather. It's time to get warm, so it would be just the right day to move your body.

"I hope what I asked for is done properly."

"You'll be fine. Range, it's what your people finish."

"Must be."

I trust the neighborhood.

Same as me, less motivated, and more apathetic than me, Kudo Phosphorous.

But her knowledge and skill in blacksmithing, alchemy, is real. Dwarves teach blacksmiths, learn magic grant techniques from elves, and have the protection (wisdom) gained from Astra Ella.

That's why I asked.

From now on, more powerful and dangerous demons and warcraft than ever before - because maybe we'll be fighting the Demons.

So that we can fight at that time...... Miss Francesca's new sword.