The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Hang the neck of the seabird that Anastasia dropped in the magic of the wind against a dry rod made of branches of trees of appropriate thickness. This is how you pluck your feathers after draining blood, draining your guts, etc., and dismantling them.

I took the risk of diving into the ocean the other day, but when I think about it, Anastasia is there, so I don't have to dive into the ocean to easily get food.

The seabirds are not close to the beach for fear of Fafnir, but are often flying around this beach to stimulate curiosity. For that time, Anastasia, who can fly in the sky, approaches and magically drops seabirds.

That's how I dismantle the seabird that I dropped, and then I just eat the seabird in the fire. Something like seasoning is obvious, but I don't have it, so I can't season it, but the fresh chicken is just fatty and very delicious.

Apart from the birds that began to drain blood earlier on, the seabirds that had been dismantled since this morning have been seared in good condition with the heat of burning. Because it is in the form of just stabbing on a tree skewer, the fat drips through the tree skewer. The skin that burns so well bounces off the pussy and delivers a fragrant smell to the nose.

When I swallowed the saliva accumulated unconsciously in my mouth, it made a surprising noise myself.

"It can't be."

"Pfft."

"You can't help it. Because it looks delicious."

Neither Hermenhilde nor Anastasia misses the sound of swallowing such saliva, and they laugh.

I'm waiting to see if my excuse was funny or if it's now or now for the chicken to cook up as Anastasia shivers her shoulders. A fairy is basically filled with hunger by having magic divided from a plant. What you say is flower nectar and nuts.

But it's not like you don't eat meat. The fairies who live in fairies live in flower nectar and nuts, as I said earlier, but the fairies who leave the fairies touch the lives of other races and adapt to their lives. In other words, Anastasia, who is acting with people, drinks both meat and alcohol. Well, in this case, it's like honey wine.

In this case, does it mean that the fairies do not eat meat, but do not know that meat is edible?

When I started traveling with Anastasia, I was too busy to care at all, and when I realized it, I was eating Fujido dishes badly.

Lie down beside the fire and check the condition of the meat.

"Burned?

"I think it would be better if I cooked some more, maybe the skin would be crunchy and delicious"

"Knock."

'It's a good opportunity. You should learn to be patient.'

"Why do you have to tell me?"

Turn the wooden skewer and circle so that the fire passes quickly on the meat, grinning bitterly at the two who start the fight at the usual rate. Then I stop talking about the fight and watch Anastasia peek into my hand.

You're so hungry... I couldn't tell you because I'm the same.

"Hehe."

They both shut up, laughed at by Ermenhilde. Hungry is a good word for the best seasoning. It doesn't flavor anything, but the amateur chicken that I was with looks really delicious.

Wait for the two of us to cook the meat in silence for a while.

Baked first is still a small boned meat for Anastasia. It is a part of our world that is sold as a wingtip in supermarkets. Other parts of the torso were cut into small pieces to some extent, but you still have a peek of raw burnt light peach meat while being seared by heat. I think it may be ok to burn raw as a drinker, but I am anxious, so I decide to put up with it until it is completely cooked.

"Ah-ha-ha... no, no."

Anastasia cheeks meat as she breaks her face. That look looks really happy, and this one I'm watching inspires my appetite. Wait a while with a little envy for Anastasia eating with that look and finally hold every wooden skewer of roasted bird meat.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh"

And. I couldn't stand the hunger. I stuck to bird meat that was broiled and fat bouncing by fire, just like Anastasia.

The heat of waking up is transmitted to the tongue, more than that, the sensation of fresh meat and the fat of the birds stimulate the taste. When you bite a thousand bites of bird meat, you bite desperately in your mouth complaining about the heat.

Delicious. The more you chew, the more flavorful it is, or the illusion as if moderate toothpick irritates the brain rather than the entire mouth. When I swallowed the chewed (shuddered) bird meat, even thinking I had no body to swallow, I exhaled.

"Totally. You just have to put up with it until it's cold."

"You idiot. They're delicious because they eat when they're hot."

"All that, you agree with Anastasia."

"... hey. What does that mean?"

On the waist of a fight, but talking with a smile, we both stick together to the bird meat.

"Oh, Fumahi"

"Honestly, Fumahaha, pretend"

'... don't talk while you eat. Bad Behavior'

Elmen Hilde's attention, but eating hands... in this case mouth? I can't stop talking.

It's an exquisite flavor I spent catching fish and eating medicinal herbs, but even wonder if the meat would have tasted so good. Because I washed it with sea water after removing my guts, or maybe saltiness stimulates my appetite. Bird meat dripping gravy on a stuffy, roasted skin. The smell of roasted meat and fat stirs the nostrils and stimulates the brain not only by the taste but also by the smell.

When you're done eating one in no time, you reach for the second one. Anastasia also reaches for another boned meat when she finishes eating boned meat. For a moment I wonder where that little body would go, but in his case, it would be fine because it has proper nutrition on his chest, not on his stomach.

"... mu"

That's how I was spending the fourth morning.

When I turned my gaze toward Fafnir dressed like a bird meat, my eyes matched those golden eyes.

For a moment. I don't know how to react to that, but I chew (shudder) the bird meat with slight confusion.

"Fabu."

pharynx.

"Hey, are you dirty!?

"My... Huh, Fafnir woke up"

Place the bird meat on a nearby rock and rush to Fafnir with your feet made to .

Anastasia also noticed that Fafnir regained consciousness, throwing the cheeky bird meat onto the beach and jumping onto Fafnir's face.

"You finally woke up, you son of a bitch"

"Faf......"

Exhale relief and lower your hips to the beach. Rest assured, I lost my strength from all over my body.

"What's the situation, this..."

'I had lost my mind. It's four dates. "

"... mind?

He lost to that pitch-black dragon and was injured enough to wander the border between life and death. Is the shock clouding my memory? Fafnir doesn't seem to understand much of the situation in which he is placed. I've been there a few times, so I'll explain later. Now that you've just woken up, you'll be unnecessarily confused.

The fafnir suddenly tries to get up, but soon falls to the beach with a groan of severe pain.

"If so, idiot. It's a terrible injury, don't move yet."

"Gu."

Without Anastasia having to say it, Fafnir raises his distressed voice. Until now, however, all I had to do was breathe unconsciously repeatedly, and this is how I feel happy to raise my voice, even though it is a painful object.

Even though I know it's careless, I can't keep my mouth from loosening.

"What is this..."

"Don't you remember?

Anastasia calls out worryingly to Fafnir, who squeals so. Are you still holding it on your face because you're relieved to regain consciousness, or because you feel anxious that if you leave, you're going to manage?

Even though he regained consciousness, Fafnir's wounds are terrible. I've been washing my wounds and applying new herbs every day since I started flowing to this island, but the wounds are still not healing. That is also evident from Fafnir's earlier attempt to get up and lay low in pain.

Because I know that, Anastasia gave him a look of relief for a moment, but now he's holding on to Fafnir with another look that looks heartily worrying.

"Oh, yeah"

That's how Fafnir shrugged inadvertently as he moaned in pain while laying low on the ground for a while.

"Did I lose?

…………

…………

"Oh, yeah."

Ermenhilde replied instead that me and Anastasia couldn't answer Fafnir's question. Anastasia, who heard that, turns a strong gaze here, but she can't help but stare at me.

Stand up, shoulder to shoulder. When I pay the sand on my ass, I stretch lightly. My body feels as light as my previous anxiety is a lie.

"Well, you are. This time, you and I are a complete loser."

"... right"

To put it mildly with intent, it seems rather shocking that we have lost. The golden eyes that were facing this way were closed and exhaled heavily. The dragon's sigh seems to be of considerable momentum, and the fire of fire in a remote place goes out.... That's a lot of trouble to light a fire.

"First, let's heal the wound. To do anything, then."

Gently stroke that neck muscle. Touching him to make sure he felt a stiff, rocky, gothic dragon scale, Fafnir was in motion even though he was supposed to be in pain.

I should have touched it every day to wash my wound, but now I feel warmer than then. Is that because Fafnir regained consciousness, or - because this dragon king is saving his wrath within?

Turning his gaze to Anastasia, he sighed as he looked up at me. Like me, you realize that Fafnir regrets defeat more than his own worries.

"Is there anything you want me to do?

"No."

"Right."

The audible thunderous hegemony fades, and the voice has no power whatsoever. Sometimes I guess I just woke up. And isn't there something about hunger?

I haven't seen Fafnir eat much, but from what I've seen several times, I remember him preying on Kimaira and Auga, which are as physique as Griffin and Sole. Plus, a lot of them in a single fight (meal).

I've thought about it a few times, but I still have to do something about Fafnir's meal.

I've put it off because I've been losing my mind before, but I woke up. Now it's urgent.

"You're hungry, aren't you?

"I don't need it. Now I'm going to sleep a little..."

But the reply to the worrying Anastasia was unsatisfactory. Apparently, you're upset. I don't care what you say now.

In that decision, Anastasia and I decided to leave Fafnir and resume lunch. It's not that it's undefeated, but there must have been an insistence as king of dragons. We don't know if they hurt us, or if there's anything we think about losing.

And I also know that it's better to settle down alone for a while at times like this. Well, it's my experience. I've tasted defeat many times, and even though I'm used to losing, it doesn't mean I don't think anything.

Fafnir needs time. To heal wounds, to calm your feelings.

"Ah."

That's how Anastasia raised her sad voice as she lowered her back to the place where the bonfire was - now extinguished by Fafnir's sigh. Looking at the end of that gaze, the bird's boned meat had fallen to the beach.

Fafnir woke up earlier and dropped it excitedly.

Keep it up, I'm going to look at this one with a sad face.

"What are you doing?"

"I can't help it...... I was so happy"

And sigh.

At the same time, I exhale one sigh. Earlier sighs not only put out the fire, but also blew up the bird meat that was cooking in the fire. Well, I was eating a little, so I can distract you from hunger.... let's think so. He is injured, and he can say it strongly to Fafnir, who has just returned to consciousness.

So - I offer Anastasia about half of the bird meat I ate. When the handles of the wooden skewers were pointed towards Anastasia, they turned to Kyoton's eyes.

"Want some?

"... okay?

"If it wasn't good, I wouldn't say this."

So when I give Anastasia the bird meat, I think about what I'm going to do.

What we need is food, after all. Me and Anastasia can do enough with seabirds, but it's not very much for Fafnir to fill his belly, but it's going to be scarce. In the first place, if we try to give it to Fafnir as a priority, we'll starve this time.

Think of some ideas as you paint weird pictures on the sandy beach with the rest of the tree skewers. Even so, only two.

For one thing, Anastasia and I will endure and give food (seabirds and herbs) to Fafnir. Those are all the wounds, we just put up with hunger, but Fafnir is life-threatening. Well, I know that ridiculing hunger comes with a painful bamboo shovel. Worst case scenario, I don't know if I can eat that nut.

Second, it's dangerous, but it's good.

Dive into the ocean, half-fisher (Sahagin) do Seylan... hunt demons. I've been thinking about it since the other day. In order to satisfy Fafnir's belly for sure, the only way is to hunt demons. I know that, but I'm really going to butt in.

The sea is the realm of demons. It is not a place where humans can spend time. And, of course, fairies. Even with the help of the Spirit of Water (Undine), the reaction of agitation is delayed in the unknown realm of underwater. It's impossible, like sending Anastasia in there. In the first place, it would be more deadly than me because if my wings were wet, I wouldn't be able to fly. My body is small, too.

Thinking that far, he seemed to have put too much effort into it, and the remainder of the wooden skewer in his hand made a crisp noise and broke.

"Range?"

"Ah..."

I guess I was. Returning to me with Elmenhilde's voice, Anastasia looked at me with a worried face.

"What's going on?

"Nothing"

Answer the voice that worries me with your shoulders flaunted.

Then take your gaze to Fafnir. Somewhere resting his body to rot, he doesn't even look more like just Osama than a dragon king.

"Well."

One, temper. Anastasia looks up at me standing up with a strange look as I roam the bird meat.

When you flex or stretch your arms to release your muscles, your mind tightens.

"What are you doing?

"Prepare the rice to feed Fafnir"

"Seabird?

"Enough, idiot"

Well, I had that idea, too.

"Fish, then? That's about it, at all..."

I mouthed that far and Anastasia solidified with the bird meat in my hand.

Well, you'll notice. Because it's essentially a choice.

"The sea monster?

"Oops. I'm not gonna dare, I'm gonna try my best against Sahagin"

"... aren't you stupid?

"Ha."

I was stunned. Even I want to choose if I have any other options.

Both Ermenhilde and Anastasia know that the sea is dangerous. It's not like you come up on a ship or to the beach like a game and then you fight, and reality just ends when you're dragged into the sea.

I didn't see it when I dived into the ocean the other day, but if I tried to aim, would I still be loyal to the basics (Orthodox) and half fisherman (Sahagin)? There will also be a water dragon (Hydra) in the giant squid (Kraken) when it leaves the coast, but I do feel like I could hold one for a few days. It's big, and it looks nutritious. But the reality is that all I see is a future that ends eaten the other way around. The giant fish (Aspidokelon), as its name suggests, is just a big fish with a warm personality, but it's too huge to know how to defeat it. Anyway - I can only tell by the size of this island - it's probably bigger than this one. He just hit a ship when he was swimming, and it's like breaking a ship.

In the first place, even if you crusaded all those giant demons, it's this heat. It hurts in no time.

There is also the means of walking at sea with the help of anastasian magic, as when it is relative to Sherfa, but either way I feel that it makes no sense to be drawn from directly below. That magic has to have Anastasia beside me in the first place. If we get pulled together, there's nothing we can do about it.

"If you have any other ideas, let me know."

…………

"I'm inconceivable"

Anastasia conceived, and Ermenhilde raised the white flag early. I want to know if that's okay with you.

"No, you don't."

"Right."

Well, it's not even that easy for a good idea to come to mind. I might have a better idea when it comes to tomorrow, but I can't believe I decided to hunt half a fish man (Sahagin) today.

There should also be demons such as aquatic horses running at sea (Kelpies), seylanes flying at sea, and echidnas, but they are not found around this island. Perhaps the demons are also far from this island in fear of Fafnir.

"So it's an operation."

"Yeah."

"I'll feed you, so if I get attacked, use the power of the Wind Spirit (Sylph) and the Water Spirit (Undine) somehow to pull me away."

'... an operation?

"It would be an operation"

Though it seems very safe. Mostly me.

Half a fish man (Sahagin) is sensitive to the smell of blood. They tell me you'll just drop a few drops of blood on the surface of the sea.

Using that habit, I go into the ocean and I cut my hands off a little with a knife to lure Sahagin. Anastasia then brings Sahagin to land by magic.

It's a very difficult operation to say perfect, but we'll figure it out.

I don't want to play "somehow" even though my life is on the line, but now it's what Fafnir eats first. I've regained my sense of corner, so I want you to eat properly.

"What the hell?"

"Come on?"

Anastasia hears me in a powerless voice, but as for this one, I just have to flatter my shoulders.

Magic is not a specialty. Let's leave that area to Anastasia, the user.

"Are you okay?

"Yeah?"

"Won't you get hurt?

"I think I might get hurt."

When you distract yourself by saying it in a light condition, take off your jacket (cape) and remove all sword-like gear. I also tried to take my clothes off...... I stopped that because I have Anastasia's gaze.

That made fun of me the other day, but too much could really piss me off. If it's a ball of water, it might still hurt if the rock flies.

By the time I took off my clothes and got ready in the woods, Anastasia had finished her meal as well. By the way, I have naked upper body but proper trousers underneath. To boulders, I'm ashamed of my underwear.

Anastasia looks at me like that as I take off my boots on the beach. Before this I said I was blushing just looking at my naked upper body, but getting used to it is horrible.

"Wow. Wow."

"He's a man of honor."

"... I didn't ask you"

Don't touch me too much because I want to.

After a while, he starts to get funny and touch the wounds in his body with his fingers. There are not just small scratches, there are also many large scratches. There are only a few places where meat is made up of terrible things. Instead of making the recovery miracle unwounded, it is the result of healing with natural healing.

As long as I have muscle aches, I'm fine, but the cuts really leave marks... well, it's not like I hate these wounds. It's a testament to living in this other world, and it's a testament to fighting for someone, protecting someone.

It's also proof of defeat, but it's not a bad memory now either. I can't say it's good, but to the extent that I don't think it's bad, I think I'm getting over that past as well... Every single one of these wounds is what I'm prepared to fight for.

... Well, I really want you to spare me the fight or something.

"Not at all. It's not proof that I'm always impotent. Can you say honor?

"Sort of. This wound is the one that sheltered Soichi and the others, and this is when I protected Ami and Kotaro, and this is - was Utano-san?

Pointing to some wounds and explaining, Anastasia sighed.

And this is the wound that protected you.

"Enough is enough."

"Right."

This one answers that grunting voice with a bitter smile. However, is it because its cheeks are slightly red?

"Why are you laughing?"

"What are you angry about, you?"

"Be angry."

Walk over to Fafnir with Anastasia, who started a friendly fight while giving the knife to his belt.

You noticed signs of me approaching, my eyelids rising and my golden eyes catching this one.

"Then I'm going to dive into the ocean. Anything you want to eat?

"Right...... Sahagin is fine"

"Well, thank you"

I was resting with my eyes closed, but I guess I listened to this one thoroughly. When I smiled at Fafnir, who said so, my eyes closed. On the contrary, I've been distracted to the face.

I grin bitterly that the wound will hurt and go straight into the sea.

"Be careful, okay?

"Of course."

"If you get hurt, you can't fix it, can you?

"I know, I know."

"I'm too worried."

"Don't worry, if Range gets hurt, I'll have to catch Faff's dinner."

"Aren't you going to give me my hand? Later, rice."

"If you do it yourself"

"In cold words"

The laughter of Ermenhilde echoes in his head, still dyeing his cheeks and distracting his gaze Anastasia. Now, is that cheeky Zhu by shame or anger?

"Please."

"Leave it to me."

When you leave the little body of Anastasia until you manage to see it, gently tap it from the top of your pocket to make sure it feels like Ermenhilde.

When I get dragged into the sea, naturally, I can't talk. Ermenhilde is a voice for Anastasia.

Proceeding to the depth of immersion in sea water up to your chest, pull the knife of the dragonbone out of your sheath - take a deep breath. When you are ready and cut your palms gently, a red of blood spreads over a clear and beautiful sea. Close or open slightly painful palms to increase the amount of bleeding. All you have to do is wait until Sahagin drops by.

And that was, right away. I was wary of Fafnir, but I guess I felt signs that something was there and was nearby. The figure of Sahagin swimming at an incredible speed can be seen round in a crystal clear sea.

Attempting to stab the sahagin with a knife, momentum was killed by simply tapping his hand with the knife to the surface, and he grabbed his leg before the blade reached the sahagin. As it is, it is dragged into the sea without being able to resist.

I was ready, but suddenly I was surprised, sucking sea water out of my nose.

When I swallowed it in the sea for that intense pain, I threw out a ton of oxygen from my lungs. The sight stains white with bubbles, but without confusion, I grab Sahagin's arm from here. Then they hugged me from behind this time. The second one.

Apparently, he was being transported offshore while he was spitting out oxygen, and his legs don't reach the bottom of the sea already. A rampaging leg kicks water.

As it is, I catch that sahagin with a different hand than I pointed at the sahagin who grabs my leg so that I don't let go of the sahagin I'm holding from behind.

Anastasia.

Ermenhilde speaks up. Immediately after that, the feeling of being pulled back with tremendous momentum. An invisible hand grabbed my body, and at the same time two sahaggins let go of the hand that was grabbing me and started rambling.

As the momentum continued, each of the two sahaggins was pulled up to the beach.

Inhale oxygen into a cup of lung, drink sea water and hold down your sore throat severely. Wandering through the sight seeping with sea water and tears, the sword of the Spirit Silver (Mithril) left on the beach appeared in sight. Anastasia seems to have distracted us. They're right next to us when we're launched.

When you pick up the sword without hesitation, throw the knife of the dragonbone and pull the sword out of the sheath.

"It's okay!?

Hearing Anastasia's impatience, he suddenly captures Sahagin in sight as he is launched to the beach and remains confused.

I can't seem to understand the current situation while falling to the beach, and it is rampant without getting up on a beautiful sandy beach. As he stepped on his belly to hold the motion, he poked his throat horizontally with the sword of the Spirit Silver (Mithril).

Guge, when I raise my deaf voice, I whisper to the side as it is. Half-fish men (sahaggins) who are not as viable as they can live with half their throats torn open will be immobile in a while.

I never saw the end of it, and I snapped my neck before I even got up.

So finally, I scratch up my forehead with my hands to drip up the sea water.

"... was more dangerous than I expected"

"I know what you mean."

And also, Ermenhilde stunned me.