The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

If you wave down the Spirit Silver (Mithril) short sword, it will be taken by the sword that Mr. Faerona has, and this one will also receive a returned blow aimed at this wrist with the belly of the sword.

He goes on to aim at his chest, releasing a spike, half-body and avoidable, while at the same time a sword that had been replaced by his left hand aimed at my neck. That attack deflects my torso because I can't prevent it, and now I take the short sword I had with both hands back to one of my right hands and aim at my neck as well.

Unstable posture, but desperate to shake his sword, Mr. Faerona stepped back without pursuing me when he fell ill.

But it's from here. Imagine being ahead of yourself. Extension. Imagine the slaughter stretching, and magic into your body. It embodies what I think and stretches out to Mr. Faerona as an invisible blade, the source of the transparent magic I possess. But Mr. Fayrona was used to it, too, and avoided it as if he could see the magical fullness.

So, out of time. Failure to maintain the precarious condition of distracting his upper body caused him to fall from his buttocks to the ground.

"Ahhh..."

My butt hurts when I hit it all I wanted. Feirona gives me her hand when she's hipstering.

"Are you all right?

"Yes."

When I get up and receive that hand with an embarrassing, loving laugh, I get worried. It would be a little embarrassing to be able to smile in these circumstances. No, are you pitiful?

I have made several matches, but I still haven't tried to make a convincing attack. Anyway, instead of one step in the way I think about fighting, I even feel like I'm thinking about two or three steps ahead.

Well, until you say it's natural because of your experience as an adventurer and the difference in strength. After all, it shouldn't be bad to want to beat the adventurer on the horizon once and for all.

"Wow. I manipulate magic well inside"

Early in the morning, at a time when the sun finally begins to rise. Time for the villagers to finally wake up when we have a place to stay for a while. On the meadow as soon as we got out of the village, there was a different sound of applause than the sword trident we were playing.

Muru and Solnea watching us... not. Turning his gaze to those two, he sees a difference, not me and Mr. Faerona.

Following his gaze, a wizard with left and right asymmetrical eyes: red and gold, in silver hair playing sunlight. And two men of good stature with silver hair as well. Soon, I sat back to the big rock beside me and looked at this one.

"Dear Koutaroo,"

"Father."

Me and Mululu speak out at the same time, and me and Mr. Faerona have a meeting. | Muru's father, Lady Graania, took control of us.

"Don't worry about it. Now I'm here not as the head of the beast, but as the father of his son."

"Ha ha..."

"... Really?"

"What are you doing here?

When me and Mr Faerona were having trouble replying, Mululu asked the question at the usual rate. This usual condition means that it is no different from when you are with us, or a question with a voice that seems to have fallen asleep a little... Lady Graania doesn't seem to have enough words to say whether that is the reaction of her daughter. I can't imagine it from its harsh appearance, but I sighed in a depressed way.

It's been quite a while since we've traveled with Mulu. In the meantime, as a father who was worried about his daughter, he wanted to talk to her more. The other day, Mululu's mother told me.

Mr. Faerona said you were clumsy about Lady Graania like that, but I think so, too. My father always holds me when he sees me.

When I told Mululu's mother about it, she said she would talk to Lady Graania. By the way, that was last night.

…………

"What?"

Maybe he's trying to hug me, like I'm getting from your father. My amateur, too, conveys the tension of Lady Graania.

When I turned my gaze behind him, Master Koutaroo was holding his head in a tired manner.

"Mululu."

"Yeah."

"How have you been?

"Yeah."

Muru's reply to Graania's questions is still the usual. I often respond to my questions. That doesn't seem to change the father either, and one step down like Lady Graania was scratched about it... I tried to stop.

"Here, Admiral. We're not here to see you, are we?

"I know."

Mr. Faerona muttered bossly that you would give it back to Lord Koutaroo with strength.

I know I didn't hear that word, but I coughed up with Cohon... maybe, but I think I'm in the mood. Dear Graania, spread your hands and turn your full smile towards Mulu.

When Lady Graania, who is in good physical shape and has a face reminiscent of a warring warrior, smiles with a full face, I don't know... modestly, I'm a little surprised. The smile is attractive, so it's even more dramatic.

"How are you?

"... yeah"

In contrast to such a father (Lady Graania), his daughter (Muru) did not say one step, but took a few steps back. Looks like he moved to hide next door to Mr. Solnea, but that won't happen. I'm a flesh and blood parent.

It didn't look like I was away (running away) from that father, but let's just say I stepped back here. For Lady Graania.

"Now, as a clumsy parent-child relationship aside. Lord Francesca, Lord Faerona. Will your time be all right now?

"Oh, yes."

Yes, I don't want you to be sure it's clumsy. I look sideways at the head of the beast man who is dropping his shoulder, and I decide in my heart to do something I didn't even see for honor.

"It's an operational meeting. I'm sorry I haven't been able to deal with you much until today."

"No.... I've been busy"

"Not really. Me and Ami don't get along very well."

"Ha-ha-ha."

Doesn't that look very true, but should I not say that?

From the side, he looked like a thoughtful friend. If I were to borrow Master Range's words, I'd say we're close enough to quarrel. Indeed, there must have been such a word in the other world.

"It took me a while to fix my disagreement"

"Uh, duh. Good day, sir?

"Hehe.... Only Lord Francesca can tell me that."

Saying so, Master Koutaroo dropped his shoulder and sighed like he was terribly tired.

I don't know what they were talking about... but I also know what it's like to want to say that.

The battle against the Demons begins. That's what they told me, seven days today. It is not until noon today that the fighting future begins that Master Koutaroo's "Demon Eye" showed.

Aya told me to protect Mr. Solnea, but is that all I need?

Feeling anxious about what is to come, I realize that my body will be heavier. Not having feet on the ground would surely be the word that stands for me now.

The hem of my jacket (robe) was pulled modestly. When I turned my gaze, it was Mr. Solnea who had been quietly watching what was going on. Mululu, who was with me, is talking to Lady Graania.

Mululu pretended to be nothing but an overprotective father, but I'm still worried that it's going to be a fight.

However, that Lady Graania seems to want to get along better with Mululu, still trying to cuddle and stroke Mulu with a cramped smile on her face.... all escaped, though.

"What is he doing?

"... I'll explain later"

"Okay."

I reply with a smile on my face that I can tell I'm attracted to it, thinking that my mouth would be cramped myself.

"See. Let's not be depressed, Admiral"

"Not depressed"

The figure of Lady Graania, who says so, has become visible and small. Probably because my shoulders are falling off. It's like there's an invisible weight on both shoulders.

"I'm tired. Your father cares too much for me..."

"Don't tell him that. I wonder how fathers can care about their children... especially before the war."

…………

"I don't know what I told you, but you should at least pass along a word of hard work -"

Mr. Fayrona, cut the words there. This elf adventurer, who has been alive for over a hundred years, has been in battle since the demon god (Naifer) was alive. I'm sure there's more to battle than us.

Is this also called attention?

Walk after Lady Graania and Lady Koutaroo like that. Heading there is not the village where we rent the lodging, but a little further away. There was a black hole in there that I saw once the other day.

Apparently, we'll be traveling in metastatic magic again.

"I'm a little bad at this"

"Really?

When I saw that hole, Mululu groaned.

"I'm a little scared because I don't know where it leads"

"Right."

It was, unexpectedly, Mr. Faerona who tuned in to the words. When I turn my gaze, I can laugh bitterly and flatter my shoulders.

"Something scary, something like that, right?"

"I'm alive, so I think one or two of the things I don't like or fear is for everyone."

That too, I thought.

I'm not surprised to say anything is okay because it's about Mr. Fayrona. Somehow, a versatile person who can do anything.

We've traveled together so far, and I've had help so many times, and they've taught me so many things, and that's how I thought.

I don't know if this expression is good or bad, but I also feel like someone out of reach. Because swords and magic are better than me, I can use bows, I'm experienced, and I have good motor nerves. If someone like that were around, I'd think so.

Having things that I don't like about someone like that just made me feel a little closer to someone named Mr. Faerona.

"I don't like bugs with a full leg"

"It is."

When I say that, Mulu smiles at me. Mr. Faerona, too, laughed in his mouth, not just bitterly.

"You're close... Sometimes, what's Lord Solnea's bad stuff?

"I don't know what I don't like, but the scary stuff"

Master Koutaroo opens his mouth when he sees us like that. Mr. Solnea, whose voice was turned, replied with the same quiet voice as usual.

But I was rudely surprised by that reply.

In me, I thought people who didn't have scary things. Well, on my own assumption, I didn't actually ask those questions.

"Hmm. Excuse me, may I ask?

The time we spent together was short, but Master Koutaroo seemed surprised. When I hear that in an up-rubbed voice, Mr. Solnea agrees with me.

When I turned my gaze to Master Graania, I was looking at Mr. Solnea with a very sharp eye somehow. When I wondered about it, it seemed like I noticed my gaze and the atmosphere quickly became foggy.

Seeing Mr. Faerona and Mulu, he didn't seem to notice such a change in Lady Graania.

"That the range won't come back like this. I'm afraid he'll be gone."

That's the same as usual, I still don't feel much of a wave of emotions, a flat voice.

But that gaze. I feel certain emotions dwell in my gaze that I see somewhere far away. I don't know if that's a verbal anxiety, or if you're purely worried about Master Range.

I don't know about that... but I got a clear feeling that Mr. Solnea was thinking about Master Range.

"You're not coming back?"

Did you have something to feel in that Mr. Solnea's words, Master Koutaroo muttered and nodded so.

But I can't feel what Mr. Solnea calls' the fear of disappearing 'in that voice. I'm sure, everywhere, you believe Master Range will be back safely.

"Well, let's go then"

As it is, it goes through a black hole, especially not saying anything. Then, too, Lady Graania.

The rest of us passed through a black hole after returning to me without reading through the intent of Master Koutaroo's question for a while.

Ahead of the transfer was at the foot of the world tree we saw the other day - in front of the Regenten temple (here) beside it. There was a gathering of the heads of the species who had been in this place the other day - but the atmosphere on the spot seemed to make me limp.

Great trees so splendid as to look up remain to be seen the other day, but at its foot. Many people were gathered in front of the temple. The races vary, elves and dwarves, centaurs and melijnes. There are other bird humans like us with wings on their backs (Birdman) and dwarves smaller than Dwarves (Hobbits) and fairies smaller than those Hobbits (Fairies).

Many other races have gathered, all of them talking soothingly.

The battle begins. I guess the people gathered here are all those who take part in the fight. Breathtaking of the sight, Sui, the head of the half snake (Merijne), who noticed that we had arrived, greeted us with his hands raised casually. The other directors who noticed the incident continued to greet me.

When I returned my greeting nervously, Aya, who was with them, came to us.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well last night?

"Yes. What about Mr. Aya?

"hehe...... it's ok"

Apparently, Mr. Aya is resting properly, too. I felt something like the other day that wasn't a shadowy smile, exhaling relief.

I haven't been able to talk much lately because I seem busy, but I'm glad I'm looking good.

Good morning, sir.

Subsequently, Yui greets us with the knight Knight of Black Armor. This one looks fine, his eyes are hidden with a hood and forehead, but his mouth is grinning.

No heart, but I also felt like I was playing a voice.

"Good morning, Mr. Yui"

When me and Mr. Faerona and Mululu greeted each other, the grin that was floating in my mouth deepened.

I don't know what you think of Mr. Yui like that, but I also feel like the softest Knight atmosphere I've ever had to refrain from behind it. Well, it's only a few days or so, like the time we spent together.

"Today, it's... nice to meet you"

"Yes."

One word of that makes me realize that the battle is about to begin now - but the atmosphere is soothing.

Such a bright atmosphere that it seems convincing to be told that what is about to start is not a fight, but a banquet. Turning his gaze to Mr. Faerona, he looks at the sight with a bitter smile.

"I don't know... uh, I was wondering if we're all a little more nervous,"

"Not quite."

But when he heard my words like that, Mr. Faerona shook his head to the side.

"Francesca's never been in a battle with so many people."

"Yes, sir."

In the battle I participated in, the biggest would still be when I fought the Demons outside the magic city.

At that time, there must have been about three hundred mixed fights, including their goblins.

But there's so much gathering here that you can't even count - maybe a thousand is lightly crossed. No, it would be more.

It doesn't extend to the Demons, but Elflame is a pretty big continent. In proportion, there are many of them, and many of them for each race. Not all of them would be warriors who would make battle their living.

But there must be more people who can fight than humans.

And if you believe in Master Koutaroo's words, this battle is a battle to protect the world tree. It is a battle to defend the bedroom of the gods of the beasts and the subhumans, and of the spiritual god Zeneria.

I wonder if all the warriors who can take part in that battle are participating?

"If. Let's just say that if there's a battle and you get caught up in it, whatever the shape, you're going to go to it."

…………

"There is absolutely no such thing as battle. No matter how strong you are, if you stay alert, you get hurt, and if you get killed, you die."

I felt like I was eagled at the heart behind my chest by the word die.

- Death.

I know what that feels like. I know this fear.

When Goblin attacked me, when I fought Orc, Orga and, in The Forest of the Decaying Spirit... I have always been protected and helped while I have been next to death many times.

"At that time, close friends, buddies, family...... what faces do you want them to remember?

"Face, is it?

"Oh. It's my idea - they're not cheerful, I think they want those close people to remember their smiles"

"Yeah."

Mululu agrees with Mr. Fayrona. Yui had pulled in front of the hood to hide her expression, but she also looked sad at the look of it.

When we met the other day, I felt that Master Bandu, the head of the Dwarf, had been told not to be such a big fight... but when he said that, I still felt something called a fight heavy.

No, it's heavy.

Life is lost. It's a one-time thing, and if it's lost, we can't get it back. Such a very important thing.

We will put our lives on the scale and go to battle. And what if. The last look I want you to remember is a smile, so I'm still acting cheerful at times like this.

How was I when I fought in the magic city? With what mindset, I would have stood on the battlefield.

... I can't remember. I'm sure that's why I was nervous... but I wasn't thinking that deep.

I wonder if you felt an unfounded relief that you could protect me or that there was a Range Master on the same battlefield.

But... now, no one has helped me, protected me.

Master Range is not here.

"Awesome,"

"Right."

To my whining, Mr. Faerona replies.

But I couldn't see that face. Thinking about earlier stories, I really - I must be smiling, because when I saw Mr. Faerona's face, I felt like I was going to think about something nasty.

The exaltation that had been meeting the sword until earlier disappeared without a trace, and what is now on my chest is fear and anxiety.

To battle, to death, fear.

And anxiety that Master Range is not here.

In my ear, which has solidified in that anxiety, kacha, and. I got a dry sound.

――――

When I turned my gaze toward the noise, Yui, accompanied by Night, walked toward the Graanians. Earlier sounds would be the sound of Lord Knight's armor rubbing off.

Small back. Much smaller than me, much smaller than Mr. Aya.

But there is no slight stray and no feeling in the steps. Step firmly on the ground with your feet, walking.

Like me, I'm not solidified in fear, anxious and shaky.

"It's okay."

That's right next door. Mr. Solnea holds my hand, which has hardened. It wraps gently around me.

The slightly cold hand feels good in the lit hand. And fu. I noticed you were inspired by the same words the other day.

"Mr. Solnea......"

"It's okay."

Repeat.

It's like - worry, as only Sole knows the words of comfort. I am sure that is the best word for Mr Solnea.

When I thought of it, I was able to put my strength into my hands, which were hardened by tension. I could move a hand that didn't move. I could shake my soft hand back.

"Thank you"

"No."

A little tension was relieved.

It's okay, he said. Even in a vanity, I could just think so... I could afford it.

"Unusual"

Mululu says to Mr. Solnea like that.

And as Mr Faerona agrees, and I looked at Mr Solnea with interest.

"Right."

Less words, but I'm sure you think a lot of things inside. I kind of feel like the word was cut halfway through.

"Is it?

"Yeah. Solnea, because I don't always talk much from myself"

Let me get this straight. I smile bitterly at Mulu's words, but I do have the feeling that

I'm sorry to interrupt, but Mr. Solnea is one step ahead of us, and I think he's drawing a line somewhere. Especially since I feel that it is time for Master Range to come to the Elflame continent... to look at the world tree and talk to us so aggressively - I feel.

Still, short words.

"It's just that Francesca seemed anxious"

"Ugh..."

And what a complicated feeling if the reason is me.

I put my strength into the hand that Mr. Solnea was holding to relieve the tension about what he thought of me when I smiled bitterly.

Mr. Faerona and Mululu look at us like that smiling.... a little embarrassed.

I feel like my cheeks are slightly lit. I don't know what you thought of me, more rarely did you tilt your child's neck, now you put your empty hand over my head and stroke me.

――――

On the boulder. This makes me blush even in shame. Maybe even red to the ear.

... Does she realize that the plain nature of Solnea, who caresses me, is also a cause of shame?

"This is what Range did when his people were anxious.... Still anxious?

"Yes, eh. It's okay now."

"Really?"

As opposed to me panicking, Mr. Solnea is as usual everywhere.

A quiet voice, an emotionless expression, deep, black eyes everywhere, pointed at me.

"Kohon."

When I was about to be attracted to those eyes, Aya coughed up and brought me back to reality.

The wonder, the surprise I had felt earlier just that, and the fear and anxiety have disappeared.... still a little, though my heart is pounding.

"Senior Francesca seems to have settled down, and is it all right if I tell you a little bit about the future?

"Oh, yes."

Aya makes fun of me, and I get embarrassed and lean down again.

Seeing me like that, Mr. Faerona and the others laughed...... I'm sure my last memorable look on everyone's face would be a lit and bright red.

"I think Lord Koutaroo was telling us to fight, too, but what exactly?

"That's it, but I'm really sorry. It would be nice if we could do something alone."

"No, you don't."

However, in response to Ms Fayrona's question, Mr Aya has first bowed her head.

Here's what surprised me about that.

It is only natural to lend strength, and that is only slight compared to our power and other heroes, Aya. When we can bow our heads from Aya like that, we feel sorry for not just surprise.

"If we can help, say anything. So I can't believe you keep your head down like that..."

"No, really, the battle is dangerous... and I'm sorry for the injury..."

That was when I just became an adventurer. What they said when they crusaded the orcs.

I still remember. Firmly, carved into the chest. I'm sure that's in the middle of an adventurer named Francesca, a single core.

I could die - but I want to help someone.

At that time, it was the people who lived in the village. I thought that was the duty of the nobility, and that feeling still remains the same.

And this time, the world tree. crisis in the world.

But it doesn't make any difference there. The first thing I thought of as an adventurer. Protect it. There's something in me that I don't want to bend, which may be a big deal about faith.

"It's slight compared to Aya, but let me help you"

It's easy.

I'm scared to death, and sometimes I still tremble from the core of my body when I remember that time.

But that's when I thought.

He wants to help someone. He wants to protect it.

That would feel disproportionate in my prowess... but I have a strong desire not to turn away from that feeling. It could scratch, and maybe even more...

But still.

I want to protect it. That's not who. My hands are short, there are many places I can't reach, and many things I can't grasp. But just within reach, I want to protect someone, something.

Isn't that what it means to be strong?

In order to live, we need goals.

I - I want to live to protect someone, something.

"I know it hurts when I get hurt. I hate to hurt, and I'm afraid to die..."

Still, I... want to fight for someone, for something, for the world.

Don't distract from the eyes of one younger girl standing in front of you. It must be very light compared to the stuff these people carry, such as my readiness.

I still don't know what a hero is.

But even if I deny that Master Range is a hero, I'm sure he won't get away with it. Follow me everywhere, things I can't throw away.

I'm not a hero, and I can't be a hero. But not helpless. I have the power to fight.

It is a sword, a sorcery. Master Range taught me, showed me, gave me, my weapon.

"Ha."

But Aya, hearing my words, exhaled a very heavy sigh.

When I turn my gaze to Mr. Fayrona, anxious that I might have said something strange, he laughs bitterly on my shoulder.

The next time I looked at Mulu, this one was smiling somehow.

Mr. Solnea is - unusual, with a loose mouth. I'm smiling... maybe.

"You don't have to be that similar"

"Yes?"

Then to Aya's words, which leaked, this one has no choice but to lean his neck.

"Earlier words. It was always the same word Lotus said."

"Huh?"

That's what they said, and in retrospect...... oh, sure.

I hate to hurt. I'm scared to death. That's what Master Range says all the time.

And with that said, whether it hurts or scares you - the words of someone who won't let go of his sword (Master Ermenhilde).

I didn't think about the words I said in my obsession, but my heart. It's a heartfelt word.

So.

"Really?

"Don't say it happily"

Again Aya sighed at me like that.

"That way of life. I know it hurts, I know it scares me... but if you're going to fight, it must be very hard."

……

I don't know what that word means.

But.

"I'll try."

"Ha."

Is this just admiration?

Turn your gaze behind Aya.

Lots of races, lots of people laughing. So I laugh, too.

I hate to hurt, and I'm afraid to die. But let's laugh. So that I can hide anything I don't like or fear. Don't let that emotion crush you, don't cower you, don't lose.

Let's laugh.

Maybe Master Range, does he always have this feeling?

――――――

Aya whispered something, but the words were scratched out by the hustle and bustle.

When I tried to ask back, the hustle and bustle stopped.

"Listen."

A good voice reached my ear.

Standing at the foot of the world tree are the elders of each race. Those under the patronage of the Spirit God Zeneria. Same as Master Range and Mr. Aya, messenger of God.

From now on, the battle begins.

I was ready for that, it was a quiet voice.

It's all right.

I hate to hurt, and I'm afraid to die.

But properly - I'm ready too.