The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

The word that stands for a girl named Francesca Burton would still be 'magician'.

A mage with the title of Adventurer, desperately carrying out less magic and surviving to this day with a body twist and sword move that imitates the appearance.

Clear skies. Behind the house where Kudo lives, white, beautifully washed clothes and sheets that would have been washed until earlier were dried. The wind hits my nose with a slight green smell and a strong sea scent. Take off your jacket (cape) and deposit it with Ami with your medal (Ermenhilde).

Then throw the short sword, which remains in the sheath, to Miss Francesca, who stands in opposition.

"Out."

When I said so with few words, I pulled a short sword out of my sheath thrown at me with a slightly nervous face (toe).

A sword struck with spiritual silver (Mithril).

That's all if you just put it into words, but the body is engraved with letters used by elves and fairies, and the pattern is decorated with silver that works on the undead (undead) and evil spirits (ghosts). How much can Miss Francesca's sword cost?

Kudo, who struck that sword, has a slight interest in his gaze, albeit with his usual unwillingness to fuck. I guess I'm interested in the users of the sword I made.

I pull the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword out of my waist, feeling Kudo's condition without turning a gaze. A long sword nearly double the length of what Miss Francesca has.

Turning to his cutting edge, his nervous expression made him extra tense.

"Hit me."

Krun, and. Turn the sword in your right hand only with the power of your wrist.

Miss Francesca steps in on this one in time for that moment of motion. I'm still in the process of turning my sword, so I can't turn my sword on her. I guess that's why I targeted you during this time.

I told him to hit me, but apparently he won't give me a break.

Physical abilities enhanced by magic increase to more than adult male soles, even if they are less than twenty (20) years old.

A magician is one who uses magic, but more than that. Spread magic around your limbs and strengthen your physical abilities. Sorcerers think more about what the inhabitants of this world are doing unconsciously. It produces multiple effects depending on the user.

That's how you step in with your magical abilities, you reach me before I set up my sword.

The target is the belly.

It would be Miss Francesca's idea that her skill makes it difficult to target her wrist or neck. The opponent is hard to avoid and this one is easy to aim for. Besides, if you get your abdomen slashed and torn, your guts will pop out and you won't be able to act. Unlike the heart and neck, the small number of organs that lead to instant death can also be a factor in delivering attacks without being alerted during accidental strikes.

This is the perfect place to target an unintended blow.

"Knock."

Miss Francesca raises her voice of anguish.

Horizontal giraffe blow aimed at the abdomen. Because I struck the hand with the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword with my left hand. He says he hit it pretty hard, but he doesn't let go of his sword, and he jumps back to be vigilant and gets away with it. Well, I just didn't go after Miss Francesca because it's an arrangement to make sure she has a new sword.

Keep your distance open, they won't attack you right next time. Apparently, I've become more alert than I need to be. I know you understood my strength to some extent over there, but is it still not attacking me because the presence of me is so high in Miss Francesca? If God's family weren't his opponents, they'd only have the strength of a concurrent adventurer.

Or would it have been better to attack a little better? Pain sensitizes people. For better or worse, it's pain that people are most wary of.

"Next."

Again, wave your sword in a space of nothing. An obvious gap. I thought I'd be aiming at my abdomen again, or even my neck, but I never caught on to such a discerning gap again.

Even though it's a surprisingly effective place, I've been traveling with Miss Francesca for almost six months now. I remember what could be called her habit, without saying one or two.

For example, eat first from your liking when eating, or have a loving laugh when you're stacking something you want to say inside.

... When you're in trouble like this, your gaze swims and your sword tip shakes.

Close to Miss Francesca, who shows such a discerning gap, and aim for her neck with a sword held back in sequence. Of course, I intend to stop the inch, but the sword I waved on the horizontal giraffe will be avoided by her twirling around. Hair bracketed in a white ribbon spread with centrifugal force, and the tip of the sword made several hairs dance into the universe. Is it as elegant as dancing because she has a “hua"?

Now I will jump up the sword, but with the same Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword I will be removed from the sword so as to match the sword I jumped up.

It's only been six months. When I first met you, you said you didn't even remember how to hold your sword, but now you're meeting each other.

I cannot forbid a feeling of jealousy that wraps my tongue around the matter and, at the same time, resembles joy.

I don't know if she has the talent to wave a sword... but more than that, I don't have the talent.

Muscle-resistant physique, lack of magic in most people in this world, and little protection for the goddess Astraela.

Those facts, however hard they may be, are walls that cannot be overcome or shattered.

We just had a few matches, and my right hand is paralyzed. Miss Francesca's arm, strengthened by magic, is already stronger than mine. I guess you didn't know how to use less magic efficiently before, but it would be proof that you've traveled with me, gone through a real battle, and now reached a level where one or more of the mages of your age have plucked their heads out.

As if I wanted to suspect that I was going to lay low on the ground and jump and avoid even jumping a rope at a blow aimed at my foot, an invisible bullet was fired at me floating in the universe and defenseless.

Wind magic. Faster than before, and breathless in a strong attack, but not enough to be blown away. Stopping and turning her gaze forward, Miss Francesca fills the distance with a missed gap.

Play down the sword from the side, and this one can jump up an attack aimed at your neck in reverse. With that momentum, when we met a few times, it was time for my hands to appeal to the limits. I realize myself that the grip has sweetened.

So...

"Hmm."

I pretended to be tired, exhaled, and made an obvious gap. In the midst of slashing each other, he draws strength from his whole body and lowers his right arm with the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword to Dharan. I don't know what you thought of me like that, but Miss Francesca's attack just got weaker in one place.

I didn't miss that moment and slashed it up from the bottom with my sword together to the sweet slaughter. I bounced a short sword of Spirit Silver (Mithril) off its thin arm.

We both look up at the short sword that circles with a circle in the light of the sun and grab the pattern of the falling sword.

"Ah."

So finally, a distracted voice leaked out of Miss Francesca's mouth.

"That's my win."

"Was it a battle?

Oh, good, that. When he sighs from the bottom of his heart, Elmenhilde's groaning voice echoes in his head.

Respond by cheerfully laughing at the voice and throw the short sword of the extraction to Miss Francesca. I'm not surprised by my methods, and I guess grabbing the pattern so that I don't get hurt properly is because I look closely at my behavior.

"How's the sword? Wasn't it hard to use?

"It's okay. It was very easy to grip, and the magic kind of got stronger..."

"Thanks to the letters engraved on the sword."

"Huh?"

The gaze of Miss Francesca, who was watching her body as she lit up the short sword thrown at her in the sun, turns here.

"The writing engraved on the sword's body. The Elves and the Asians used it a long time ago."

"... Really? I've never even seen a college book."

"Well, centuries - hundreds of years old letters. It's a letter I used in a time when there was no human or subhuman interaction."

In the first place, it may be a letter from a time when humans were not yet aware of the existence of the Elflame continent because it was not in the record. I am not interested because I am not a historian, but on a good note, how many years has this world (star) been created?

With that in mind, I decided to change my mind as to whether or not it mattered even if I knew the answer. Because I felt Miss Francesca's gaze.

I know it's my bad habit to be silent when I think about it.

"You can see as much as you want if you cross the Elflame continent."

You're not surprised by my words, not enough to say suspicious after a moment of solidification, but a voice about an octave lower than usual is spun from its glossy lips.

Well, it's a word even young elves don't know, so it's natural that Miss Francesca doesn't know.

Elves (friends) from the Elflame continent taught me the word, but not many people know it. Just because you're a student of how many magic cities, and the right sorcery college of origin, it's not a common letter like it says in a book in a library. Every word of it makes sense, and the power resides and multiplies its effect by connecting. Such is the letter that, depending on the user, has a cheat-like effect.

... I think there is something wrong with Kudo's sensibility around the fact that he makes the engraved sword in exchange for cleaning the house. It's very helpful to me.

When Ami received her coat (cape) and Elmen Hilde, she felt her gaze. Looking back, the Faeronas are looking at me, too.

"What's up?

"No..."

"The last one is cowardly"

Mululu speaks for what Fayrona said. I also feel that the gaze may contain frightening emotions rather than admiration, but I don't care. In the first place, it makes me sadder to be praised for beating Miss Francesca, the least experienced of us.

But after a while, you got stronger again. I admire you for not speaking up. Even if we slash each other from the front, we're not going to lose yet, but it's also true that it's going to be hard if we don't use a handful like that. Ami and Fayrona's tenderness flashes in my heart as she notices around it and turns a raw, warm gaze.

"Bye. In action, you think the demons will fight square and square?

"Ugh."

Well, I don't think demons and demons are going to use such flattery.

I lay low in my heart and wrap my coat around it.

"That's a funny way to fight."

"Yeah?"

Your apprentice.

"Oh, no. So much so that they say I'm a disciple..."

Shoulder down, looking sideways at Miss Francesca humbled by Kudo's words. Now I know what I'm trying to say. When Kudo sighs, he gets up off the bench where he was sitting.

"She'll be able to use my sword well enough."

"Pass?

"It's not up to me. I made it. After that, it's the user's problem."

Lie to me. You'll be pissed off if a human with only half the skill.

They say they have artisanal skin or restraint. Thanks to this, I needed to show Miss Francesca's strength in front of Kudo.

I'm the one who asked Kudo to create the sword, so I can't say anything. Keeping Kudo's focus aside, it is Kudo who can create one-handed craftsmanship objects that are super super super on his head, even though the creation of psychic and weapon protective equipment, which is more effective than wound drugs, has the power to protect the goddess.

Knowledge of different worlds (original worlds) and the ability to create tools that artisans have never thought of before in this world is also a strength. One of those things is the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword hanging from me and Ami's hips. A combination of fairly unfriendly spiritual silver (Dwarf technology) and magic grant (Elf technology). Its effect is tremendous and, with magic, it shows so much cleavage that even the same spiritual silver (Mithril) golem can be slashed.

... but with magic.

"Ma, don't die. I struck a sword, but it's your skill to protect yourself."

"Right. I'll keep that in mind... thank you."

"Thank you"

I don't care anymore, when I just turn my back over here, Kudo tries to get back inside the house with a really annoying atmosphere over my back. It seemed like fun to build a sword, but after I made it, it seemed like I was tired of it.

That's what he is. Now that it was all the more important, Miss Francesca bowed her head when she thanked her without even having any frightening emotions.

"It's hot and bitter."

"I don't hate you, though?

"You are. I can't do this. It's so hot and bitter, it's going to evaporate your jerk."

I also feel like I don't have a Ya Ji letter from the source, but should I not say it there? I can't believe I'm jerking off at the point where I'm saying that.

I get worried that I usually have this look, too, looking at Kudo with a very nasty look on his face. I don't think I lived a corrupt life enough to get this look on a boulder.

"Hehe. Phosphorus, you don't like bloodbaths or anything."

"... neither I nor Miss Francesca have a bloody personality."

"You can do it, right?

"No, I'm tired"

"You're really similar, Range and Lynn."

"... I don't think it's that bad."

"Rude as ever, Mr. Yamada."

Kudo with his tired expression looks at me with his jitsu eyes, but I don't care because it's the usual thing. If we don't shake the subject like this, he's not really coming into the circle of conversation. Me and Soichi would still disappear when they realized that Fayrona and the others would leave them alone.

That's rude. I don't think what it is, it's poor quality because I really think "I don't care". Not so much now, but it used to be something I really wasn't interested in anything other than what I wanted to do. Initially summoned to another world, I recall being drawn to a room that was genuinely assigned to me.... you had a hard time pulling it out.

Just remembering, I think I'm going to cry.

Find out what topics Kudo might be interested in, study desperately, and give me information that might interest you. It was Kudo's fault that more than half became familiar with herbs and ore relationships even though he was not an alchemist, pharmacist or blacksmith.

Thanks to this, even the adventurer operation can be somewhat easier. After all, knowledge means being a weapon.

"Ami. It's not too late, so why don't we throw away Mr. Tundele Yamada?

"I won't do that. Eh. Phosphorus."

"Oh, I'm scared. But you don't deny Tundele."

"There... well"

"What is a tundelle?

"Don't ask."

Would you be happy to be told that a man is a tundelle, etc. Of course, no answer. At least, I'm not happy, and I don't think of myself as a tundra. Either that or he thinks it's an evil character.

When I was tired and sighed, I was pulled off my clothes sleeve. Turning his gaze, Solnea, who has been silent, looks at me with an intriguing face.

... I had a bad feeling.

"What are you wearing?

"I don't know. Ask Ami."

"Mr. Lianshi!?

When I said that immediately, Ami looked at my face in surprise. Well, I guess it's a strange story to be able to point a girl to Tundele's explanation. Ami says something, but I don't care.

He's smart, so he'll definitely explain it more plainly than I do. Something about Tundele.

Thinking very much like other personnel, Kudo, who was listening with such a slight loosening of his mouth, returns to the house. I wish I could at least go with a word or so.

I know this is what I, Ami, and the Douglas would say about a word if they were a little used to it, but there seems to be a little resistance to the less familiar Faeronas. There will be enough for people to know. In a way, he has a more troublesome personality than Kotaro, who half-compromised (choked) Nakaji's disease.

If that's what I thought, I looked back at this one with the door open.

"Cleaning the house, nice to meet you at the end."

"You, if we weren't here, what would you have done with the cleaning?

"Hiring a housekeeper (maid) stinks, and I think it stayed that way."

To that word, I sigh with Ami. Kudo walks into the house without worrying about us.

The exterior is fine. I wouldn't mind saying beautiful. Eight or nine out of ten people might look back if they walk through the city. If it's just the outside, she's a beauty.

I hope this makes you feel a little jealous or have a special winning mind trying to do things around you yourself.

"Did I make you angry about something?

"He's like that to everyone. People are very familiar."

In fact, you just don't show interest in things you're not interested in? For the person to say.

I don't know about that.

"Still, you moved better after a while"

"Really?

"Oh."

Even if we used to sit on our hips and slash each other, we wouldn't have fought in such a way as to keep our bodies so low that we might have a face on the ground.

Seeing Miss Francesca and her good friend Mulu with that in mind, she had a thin chest. It is the so-called Doya face. Of course, no word like Doya Face exists in this other world.

Looking at Ami and Fayrona wondering if something had happened, the two seemed to know what Muru's expression meant and were grinning bitterly.

"I tried to tell you what I hate about the range."

"What kind of jerk is that?"

When Mululu said that, Miss Francesca looked like she was in trouble and was scratching her cheek.

"Well, most people don't like what I hate. Remember, there's nothing to lose."

"Let's win next"

"We're not fighting anymore. Tired."

"Do that again..."

Rather than, I don't know what will happen next if I fight.

Ideally, we only fight in situations where we can win for sure, but reality is not so sweet. So it's normal to create a situation where you have a good chance of winning and fighting - but when it comes to battling in the form of training, like this one, you have to fight from the front. It is a strength battle, and perhaps next time a praiser like this one, odd measures, will not work.

Miss Francesca is a hard worker. The same person is not the kind of person who neglects to make an effort not to tread twice. That, too, has been well understood over the past six months.

That's why I don't fight.

I'm a disciple. Whatever you leave aside, losing to a girl under twenty leaves a scratch on my self-esteem (pride).

I feel like I threw most of that away on the side of the road (Michiba) or on the dob a long time ago.

"Saata. Well, let's just say I work for the cost of having Miss Francesca's sword struck."

"Ugh... sorry"

"Already."

When I raise my voice like that, Miss Francesca leans over sorry, Ami shudders, and Mululu fists her flank.

Don't let it get any worse than that, and move into the house with Solnea. Rather than that, Solnea came with me even though I was going to act alone.

"What's up?

"Range, what is it you're wearing?

"... Ask Ami"

Say so, but there's no sign of Solnea moving. I still have emotional eyes, staring at me.

I've gotten used to it lately, but this way being able to stare at me without saying anything from my beauty makes me feel so restless. Is that because long ago...... the trick resembles Elle when we first met?

I think about that and shake my head. What the hell am I thinking? Loose.

"You want to hear it from the range,"

"Really?

"Yes."

Apparently so.

Looking up at the ceiling and sighing, he felt signs across the door. Perhaps Ami is listening.

"Why again?"

And as far as I'm concerned, I just have to ask back.

It would be the same from anyone.

"You can't say anything from me."

"Come on."

I praise my shoulders and maybe look back at the unreadable eyes of my emotions, expecting something.

Well, how did you explain it?