The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Fafnir's condition, launched on the beach, cannot be described as good for flattery. Rather, I can only say how bad it is.

Up from the sea. Okay, but first and foremost, the wounds are terrible. A part of his neck is chewed a thousand times, his right shoulder is chopped, his belly is heavily torn... all of which have lustrous flesh peeking at him like he wants to watch and cover his eyes. I think it is because I have been immersed in sea water for a long time after the injury, the wound also looks swollen. Should it be called a boulder dragon that is stopping bleeding? Or is there not enough blood left to put out?

All I can say is that it's a strange state to be alive.

A fairy (Anastasia) is crying on such a dragon, but there is still no reply. I'm unconscious, I just repeat shallow, rough breaths. Um, can't we hear the thunderous voices that resonate powerfully to the bottom of our bellies anymore?

Think like that, shake your head to the side. What am I supposed to do with that?

"Anastasia"

"... what, to?

When I call, I guess I'm exhausted from the bottom of my heart, my weak voice leaks out of its lips. The eyes that could be pointed at were also cringing and red. Nowhere is the lively smile that has always shown me, only the emotions of sadness that are going to be painful this way.

The pain in that expression clogs my breath for a moment, but I take a deep breath to calm down.

"I'm coming around looking at the island. If you get hung by the smell of blood and the demons gather, protect Fafnir."

"Ugh... yeah"

You reacted to the word protect, or I feel a slight force return to my sobbing eyes.

Until now, I wonder if this thoughtful dragon king would have protected Knights and Anastasia with him. Whatever you say with your mouth, you know this dragon is kind to your people. That's the kind of fafnir that makes Anastasia cry and worry.

"Me and Elmen Hilde come around looking at the island. There might be some medicinal herbs you can use."

Turn your gaze toward the freshly flowing island. Surrounded by a side of sandy beach, peeling large rocks peep everywhere. I don't see anything like a seashell on the beach, probably, but the tide is not that intense.

If you take your gaze off such a sandy beach, the first thing you notice is the woods that aren't that deep but seem to be wide there. From what I've seen, I haven't said anything about people's hands, etc., and it feels like they're growing naturally.

The tree looks familiar to me in some ways, and that's the kind I've seen on the Elflame continent. Perhaps, but this island is close to the Elflame continent. For example, there is likely to be highly effective herbs in the forest that are not native to the Imnesia continent.

When I told him to reassure him again, he wiped his wet eyes with his fingers and Anastasia floated up.

"Be careful."

"Let it go."

He turns a bright voice and nods forcefully at the fairy queen who worries about this one even in that condition.

Ask Anastasia about Fafnir and decide to walk around this island first.

Neither me nor Anastasia, nor Ermenhilde, of course, can use the miracle of recovery. When that happens, the only means of recovery will be medicinal herbs. I don't know if Fafnir has ever been hurt so badly, and I don't know if he's good with herbs like he does with people, but it would be better than not doing anything.

With that in mind, proceed with your feet around the outer circumference of the island with wet clothes. The white sandy beach is beautiful, as are the waves that strike such a sandy beach. If this isn't the case, I'd just like to relax and enjoy the view, but I wouldn't either.

Is it because you saw Fafnir's wound, or because Shelfa told you to do whatever you want? I think it's a blur somewhere myself.

"Range, are you okay?

"Oh. It's all right, Elmenhilde"

Reply to a voice that worries me, with as bright a voice as possible. I don't feel that tired. Sure, I'm tired of dealing with that demon king, but I'm not working out to the point where I've only met a few matches. I'm just looking at Fafnil's wounds... and thinking somewhere in my head about the worst possible outcome.

Ermenhilde's voice also felt a slight but fatigue. No, would you be anxious in this case? To Shelfa, that black dragon. There's nothing we can do about it now. Many of those existed when I was on a journey of demonic crusades, but I wonder why I was accustomed to a peaceful time. Again, it seems oddly depressing that you've been relative to someone you can't beat no matter how.

Remove the medal from your pocket and stroke its edge with your finger. So, with that said, lately, you haven't stroked Ermenhilde this way, I thought.

We have a conversation, and we don't always say it's within our reach… but we spend a lot of time together. But isn't there certainly less time to stroke him like this?

"What's up?

"No..."

This will calm you down. It's slightly embarrassing to say so, and I walk along the beach with my mouth saying it's nothing. I don't know how you felt about my behavior like that, but I think Hermenhilde's voice is softer than it was earlier.

As far as the sandy beach is concerned, I don't see any noticeable adhesions. It's as thin as a branch of a tree as a driftwood. If sailing wasn't as exciting as the world we were in, there wouldn't be a lot of people. No one dumps garbage, and I guess this place is too far from where people live in the first place. Pick up one of the appropriate tree branches and walk as your child swings around to play.

That way, how much would you have walked?

When the wet clothes began to dry slightly, a red giant appeared on the way. It's Fafnir.

Apparently, it's not such a big island. I walked because I felt physically but not for an hour.

"You're in trouble. Nothing."

"Right."

It was a beautiful sea and white sandy beach. Around the opposite side of the sandy beach where Fafnir was located, it could not be called a cliff, but it was a small cliff with a peek at rock skin. And you deserve a small island, a small forest.

If anything, it's this forest, but if it's so small, I'm worried about growing herbs and stuff.

Reminds me of Fafnir's wound. Fafnir, nearly thirty meters long, has a wound all over his body, and I can tell by myself that the amount of herbs needed to heal that wound is considerable.

I hope that's all the herbs in this little forest.

And most of all, I'm worried about food. I have to have something to eat not only for me and Anastasia, but also for Fafnir to heal the wounds. I would have one flying seabird, Anastasia is enough for the rest of it... but how much on earth does that giant eat? In the first place, how much time will it take to recover to the point where you can eat?

… the danger of life has left, but the next crisis is already before us.

The continent of Elflame is a continent close to all summer and is close to the tropics because of its abundance of forests. It's two moons now. The head of the Earth in March or April, but this island, which seems so close to the Elflame continent, is warm even in the current situation of several falls into the sea and flooding, is it the salvation that is low to worry about getting a cold?

"What do we do, Range?

"It's been decided. Just do what you can."

When I reply that way, I go back to the Anastasians first.

Fafnir was unchanged, short and shallow, exhaling roughly. Exhale relief at being alive and approach the side. If you're human, stroking the base of the horn growing from around the comet feels like you're stroking a rock.

Dragon scales are hard enough to cause even Spirit Silver (Mithrill) to be destroyed by the blade, and are resistant to electric shock as well as heat and cold air. The body covered in such scales is unbroken and scratched.

Though the same dragon, that pitch-black dragon that can scratch Fafnir so far that he can fight the Demon King (Sherfa) on an equal footing... how powerful the hell is it - how far will it grow?

"... Range"

A weak voice arrives at me as I stroke and solidify. As I turned my gaze towards you, Anastasia was looking at me as I hugged her on the tip of Fafnir's nose.

"That helps, doesn't it?

"You bet. About this much Fafnir..."

I didn't want to use the word dying. But Anastasia reinforces her ability to hold onto Fafnir with a small nod, wondering if she sensed something because I cut words at an unnatural time.

That figure makes me feel so sad just watching.

I didn't want to see those faces, tricks, emotions...

"I'm fine. I'll..."

Ahead, I know it's a word I shouldn't say.

The next word is: hunt yourself down, not just Anastasia.

Even if you know you are.

- I'll take care of it.

I'll whine that it's all right again and gently stroke Anastasia's head listening while holding him to Fafnir.

It's kind of stiff, not because I'm thirsty for wet hair in seawater or because it's a feeling reminiscent of soft silk. Then he wiped his fingers of tears wetting his cheeks, smiling slightly at me.

I think that's fine.

I want you to laugh.

Under any circumstances... smiling is a spiritual support.

"Okay."

"Hmm......"

When I was in the mood, Ermenhilde, who was in my left hand, raised his voice to dissatisfaction.

"What's up?

"I think Range is too kind to Anastasia."

"Ha!?

Anastasia overreacts to such Elmenhilde words.

That's not the way you cried weakly until earlier, but the usual cheerful way I know it. Arguing with Elmen Hilde, he's tangled up with me, a cheerful little fairy.

I'm still pale because I'm sure that's airy. Is it possible that both Ermenhilde's serious and jokeless words are words to revitalize Anastasia?

"Gu, Wu..."

But I guess it's still hard to be aerobic, too, usually around roaring back to Ermenhilde and restraining myself.

And, well. You seem to understand that shouting and rambling here can impair Fafnir's wounds.

"I can't believe it. I'm going into the woods now."

"What about the faff?

"You watch. I'll see if there's any herbs I can use."

"... does herbs work on dragons?

"- It was the wound medicine that processed the herbs, so called the wound medicine. It'll help with the wound."

"Yeah, right?

Honestly, I don't know if it works. Anyway, Fafnir's wounds were healed by Yayoi's recovery miracle. I have no experience with herbs or wound medicines.

Besides, even if you get medicinal herbs on a deserted island like this, you don't have the facilities to formulate them satisfactorily. I would only be able to brush it down and apply it to the affected area.

But still, you can't do nothing. If there's anything I can do, I'll do all of it.

"Because you believe me, don't you?

"Ooh. Believe me."

In reply to Anastasia, we head to the woods.

When I looked at Anastasia again, I watched this one all the time beside Fafnir. When I raise my hand because my eyes fit, I wave uncommonly.

I still can't seem to pluck my inner anxiety in an attempt to behave well with my mouth.

Fairy queen. Originally, the voice of the Spirit God (Zeneria) was heard at the foot of the world tree. He accompanied us on our journey, in a position similar to that of a subhuman cleric and a beastly witch. I don't know if you were interested in the outside world or worried about me, though.

That's how you leave the Fairy Village, travel the world and spread the sight...

When I first met her, she did a queenly trick, but soon there was a trick on the board that seemed like a handled child with good health. I don't know if that's vegetable or if it fits because you talk to Knights better.

I'm sure it's more vegan to be childish. Fight with Elmen Hilde, play with your knitwear, and weep for Fafnir.

Anastasia seems more alive now. So - I don't want you to cry. I want you to laugh.

That sounds more anastasic.

'You're not gonna say anything?

Anyway, I'll be right back.

"... I'm sure he wants a kind word."

"You don't like that. I'll leave it up to Soichi and Season 9."

When I deliberately clasped my shoulders, I was given a heavy sigh of sigh.

That's how we go into the woods, talking at our usual rate.

Go ahead and scratch all the weeds you can stretch because there is no one to take care of them, with a knife of the dragonbone pulled out of the sheath. As I walked to check my feet, I found some familiar grass. I get down on my knees and pick that herb, but it's still a small amount. The woods are small, so they only grow the right amount.

Only medicinal herbs will be collected handily while discerning between herbs and weeds.

"Don't get it."

"Still, study hard."

I'm inferior to everyone else in terms of physical ability, so I just needed to acquire other skills and knowledge. Especially knowledge unique to different worlds that we didn't have in our world or that we didn't know were ordinary people. Pharmaceutical herbs, minerals, demonic ecology in cooking, etc.

There was much to learn, but little time to learn. I needed to be desperate. I'm sure it's been the most studied time of my life since I've come to another world.

I'm really glad I studied when I was summoned to this world.

Proceeding through the woods paying off some stretched grass for a while, a sweat erupts immediately and wipes his forehead with the sleeves of his clothes. Warm climates, even during this period, are arguably the hallmark of the Elflame continent. The continent of Imnesia, with its four seasons, like Japan, and the continent of Elflame, with its relatively warm climate, arguably all summer. And the Arbenelm continent, where the difference between cold and warm is intense.

A few deep breaths to prepare disturbed breaths while collecting highly effective herbs that elves and beasts like to use, not seen on the continent of Imnesia.

"I hope it works."

"Right."

Walk around the woods for a while to collect the herbs and return to the Anastasians. Repeating it a few times, a pile of herbs seemed to be enough to hold it with both hands.

I thought it was small and small, but apparently this island has all the right conditions for the herbs to grow. Surprisingly, I could easily find herbs that I had seen myself.

But on the contrary, there was nowhere like a nut or fruit.

And because there's nothing to eat that way, there's no such thing as animals or demons. I don't really want the demons to be there, but I also want the creatures to be there because I can see the demons in terms of food. There are many bugs because there are no natural enemies, but we are hesitant to eat bugs in boulders.

More importantly, it is hard that there was no such thing as spring water. With no food, no drinks, neither me nor Anastasia can move after a few days.

"You're in trouble."

'Hmm?'

"No..."

Lower your hips to the beach and place the appropriately sized and shaped rock that was nearby on hand to mount the herb you have picked earlier on that rock. That's how when I set up the knife of the dragonbone, I brush the herb with its patterned buttocks.

If true, pasty with proper tools...... ideal to brush up to a sticky fluidity state, but you can't want that much in the present situation. Even just brushing it like this works better than sticking it straight to the wound.

The rock is small, as is the patterned ass of a knife to be brushed. In contrast, the prepared herbs are still piled up like mountains.

... so I don't have time to make weak noises. While this is happening, Fafnir is weak. Let's do what we can. Even if that was pointless.

"Damn it!

"The market for good medicine is that it stinks of bitter. Apply that polished herb to Fafnir's wound."

"... this isn't poison, is it?

"Bye. It's a common herb used by elves and beasts."

Well, it still works, but in the case of humans, it's crushed with other herbs to reduce the odor more.

Anastasia politely applies herbs to her wound as she jumps up complaining about bumps and still holding the crushed herb with both hands without worrying about her clothes getting dirty.

"I hope it works."

"Oh."

What does it look like to brush down herbs desperately even though you don't know if they will work on dragons? I'm sure Anastasia feels it around there, too.

He's usually a prankster kid, but he still only has the title Fairy Queen. Satoshi has a nice, cool part.

Still, I guess you haven't said anything because you're just like me and you have nothing else to do. I'm sure watching Fafnir without doing anything only makes me more anxious. One day... I'm sure soon, I won't be able to stand that anxiety.

I know that, so do whatever you can... and don't think bad.

Finished polishing the herbs, still completely missing and diving into the woods again to collect the herbs. By the time I repeated that several times, the sunset was sinking into the sea.

I'm sure it's my fault that I feel like I have no heart or Fafnir's breathing is calm. Because it can't even show the effect of herbs so quickly. But still, Anastasia seems relieved, now asleep trying to lean against Fafnir's big face.

"This place is a child for what it looks like."

"You must be tired."

Watch such anastasian sleeping faces as they burn on the sandy beach.

This fire is also being raised in a primitive way because there is no such thing as a firestone. Cut a tree with a divine sword (Ermen Hilde), shape it with a knife of a dragonbone, rub (rub) it and start a fire while rotating a wooden stick on a shaped wooden plate.

Really, I'm tired today. Sherfa attacked him, and Fafnir was dying badly, drifting to a deserted island.

I have no idea what will happen tomorrow.

'You should also sleep in the range. If anything happens, I'll wake you up.'

"It's too early to go to bed."

You care about me, but even the sun hasn't completely set yet. It's too early to sleep.

When the dead tree was unleashed on the burning fire, Patti blew up.

"Do you think Amida is safe?

"Hehe. Is that what Range hears?

"... right"

I believe you're safe. I'm sure, whatever Elmenhilde may say, this idea alone will not change.

I don't have farsighted sorcery, futuristic magic eyes, or useless demons that carry letters. So this is how I can only believe it.

Ami, Miss Francesca, Muru to Faerona. And Solnea.

Knight to Knights, the people on the boat.

I stare at the blur and the burning fire, hoping everyone is safe.

"Hey, Elmen Hilde. Do you remember what Shelfa said?

'Hmm?'

"The Demons are raising the whole army and targeting me or something."

'Speaking of which, you said that.... Are you scared?

"Well, when I say I'm scared, I mean I'm scared, but I have a strong sense of trouble."

'... ha'

Somehow, he sighed.

"Let's put that away. You didn't say a word about Solnea from Shelfa's mouth."

'... Speaking of which, you are'

And I remember all kinds of weird things. I hadn't fought with all my might, the tone was subtly weird, and more importantly, I took home a completely different gem to you who told me to give you Naifer's heart.

It's also weird that the radish actor also had an explanatory tone of face loss.

Thinking about it, Shelfa, who fought me today, is weird from what to what... There is no way that such a strong Demon clan can do that, so there is no such thing as fake.

"And then the Demon King stopped."

"And then a stronger demon tribe appeared than that woman."

"That's a nightmare."

"Not at all."

Shelfa's strength, I know enough to say no. Anyway, he fought again and again. Even if it doesn't extend to the Demon God (Naifer), he deserves the title Demon King for his ability to change the war situation by himself.

If such a demon tribe has appeared above Shelfa, it should be possible to obtain some information. Given that Astraela and Utano didn't say anything, how suspicious is that? By and large, it is suspicious that the Demon Clan is stronger than Shelfa.

If such a monster shows up, that's the only way humanity will be ravaged without the skill to do it.

"He's a muscle to the brain miso. He may have been outwitted, downwards."

"It's a muscle to the brain miso, so it seems like it's even killing me when I'm asleep, all the time."

"... that's not funny"

In fact, I'm sure it is. Oddly enough, he releases a dead branch to the fire, feeling that Ermenhilde's words are getting targeted.

Looking at Fafnir with his eyes closed, he can see his abdomen properly rising and falling up to each breath.

Has the time you've been talking about passed, it's already a dark night. Stars float in the sky and the red moonlight illuminates the sea. It's a fantastic sight, yet somewhere cold. The sea continues everywhere, and the starry sky is deep everywhere.

I think I used to say "sea of stars". The sea shaking in the wind and the night sky that continues to shine without shaking. Fafnir's giant also looks pale and radiant, coupled with the light glow of the Zhu Moon.

There are small islands dotted around, but that's all. The sound of a slight bug and the sound of waves, the sound of dead branches exploding by incendiary fire. And the sound of the king of dragons (Fafnir) breathing reaches his ears.

"I wonder what will happen next"

'Hmm?'

"No, it's nothing"

Lay down on the beach without a slight leak. The beautiful starry sky extended its sight all over the place.

Beautiful stuff. If not in this situation, enough to want to enjoy this sight with alcohol in one hand.

No food, no drinking water. Fafnir is seriously wounded, and the dragon that caused that wound is almost intact. Moreover, the dragon may gain as much power as it can to destroy the world.

Really, what happens now? But I think so, but I don't have as much deep despair in my chest as I thought.

I can handle it.

I could afford to think so lightly, but somehow I could.

Why not?

Think so, the answer is one.

I'm not alone. I have a trustworthy companion, and even Fafnir isn't dead yet. It's all I can't do on my own, but I have people I can trust, friends, and a lot of people I want to protect.

There are not many people like that who can't do it without help.

What a pity - because it's not as desperate a situation as giving up.

"That's quiet."

"Oh."

"... If this is peaceful, I feel like drinking."

"That again. - It's the same, the range. '

Close your eyes so that that gentle voice invites you.

I didn't realize it myself, but I guess I was tired. The drowsiness came quickly.

… May Amida be safe.

I thought so and fell asleep.