The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Under the sky, where the sun leaned and stained with sunset colour. Shake your shoulders in the slightly felt cold as you sit on a bench resting in Central Park.

It's not as cold as Japan, but it's winter now. Cold things are cold.

I try to beat the cold by matching it in front of my coat (cape), but it doesn't seem to make much sense. If this happens, I regret leaving Mululu and Solnea behind. It's warm enough to have someone by your side. Have a conversation or walk with me.

When I missed the company I had been with earlier and sighed, I heard a voice in my head.

What's wrong with sighing and all that?

"Ainya. It's cold."

It's winter.

That's all my partner is. I want you to make an effort to have a little more conversation.

That sounds like Elmen Hilde, but that's why I feel lonely or cold. I know it's a luxurious problem, but I'm going to cut it off because there's nothing I can do.

Observe people walking under the sunset sky as they sit on the bench. Children and lovers who held hands with their parents, young brothers to the old couple, men who are meeting someone like me. They all have different expressions of laughter, worried about dinner dedication, and rushing home.

As I watched such people at all costs, I found a familiar face walking this way through the waves of the person. Mindful of the slight wind, he keeps his hair under control with his left hand, aligning himself in front of the robe with his right hand. That looks colder than me.

"Excuse me, have I kept you waiting?

"No. I just got here, too"

'Really?

It is Ermenhilde who lightly destroys my efforts to say such a simple word. When I saw it, Ami was also looking at me sitting on the bench with an indescribable look on her face. Ami sometimes has a slightly overlooked posture because of her height, which makes her uncomfortable.

Mm, and as she sat on the bench with her mouth stretched her stiff body, Ami laughed as she shook her shoulders with Couscous.

"What's wrong?

"No, nothing"

I say so, but the expression is still fun and broken, and I feel bad because of my partner, who can't read the air, and I drop my shoulders. Did you notice that look on my face, Cohon, and I cough one up and Ami fixes the hair disturbed by the wind with her hands?

"Well, shall we?"

"Hmm? Yeah, you do"

It's cold to be standing, too.

With that said, right, I stand next to him and walk out. Several gaze gather here who were meeting at the same central park. All of them are men, because that's all Ami's appearance brings people - among other things, gathers a man's gaze?

"Um, was Mr. Phosphorus back yet?

"Kudo? No. The house was locked."

Reminds me of a concrete house surrounded by stone houses. That heterogeneity is amazing and I was impressed that it was something I could often live in that house. Like the Fujido store, it is precisely a building of different worlds, with no trace of the effort to blend it into its surroundings either.

"... weren't you just asleep?

"No. Because Mululu said there was no sign of people, so you are"

"Hmm. Really?"

"What. What can I do for you, Lynn?

"Oh, yeah. No, I'm not. Griffin, I thought I'd help you get rid of it."

It's not a otherwise troubled breeze, it's just the content of a story that surprises me inside to say like a public story. It wouldn't be like talking at a date spot stained with a corner sunset. Well, it's hard for people to talk about it in color.

"What. Did you even take the request?

"I'm not. When I asked the Alliance to crusade, I thought I'd be ready to move quickly."

'... right. Aya is serious. "

Does that mean that someone is not serious? Well, there's no dust in my consciousness to say I'm serious.

Douglam is going to collect the personnel needed for the crusade, but I do feel safe with Kudo here. Being a "tool creator" (item creator) but more physically capable and more aggressive than I am, Griffin would be able to deal with it adequately if he was on the front line. But then I'm going to be totally packed.

Is that the usual thing? Sad or pathetic. I was going to throw it away a long time ago for heroic aspirations, but I can't just let Ami and Kudo fight.

"If it's Griffin, I wonder what it was with the animal corpse... You liked weeds with weird names."

Ask the elves and dwarves in Faerona or the commercial city (Merdiole). It has a good nose, so it can be attracted by the smell of blood and weed, which is my favorite. It would be easy to fit into a trap. Since it is a bird, it is also significant that it is not advantageous at night. Reminding me of the crusade procedure I was taught before, I think I'm going to be useful in the direction of using my head.

"Speaking of which, what about the Murls?

"Mululu and Solnea let him go home to the inn"

"Really? I should have introduced you to Eunomiya."

"Yes, but Range bought Solnea some chess tools."

"Yes or chess?

What does that have to do with it, and Ami tilts her neck.

"Oh. I let you point it at me during the day and you seem to like it. So, when he bought a set of tools, he wanted to refer to Miss Francesca."

On the way to show Merdiole, many times today she asks the innkeeper if Miss Francesca is coming. It was still faceless though.

He doesn't say he wants to, but I'm sure that's what he meant. It shouldn't be my fault that my legs to the inn looked light when I let him go home with Mululu.

"Heh."

Ami didn't seem to like it, although she acted out of a pure desire to enjoy this world without feeling guilty. No, I don't think this kid is that narrow (today), but somehow the "heh" was in a very cold tone. Is that it? Maybe it bothers me that I gave Solnea a gift.

When I look next door, my eyes, usually under the impression of victory, are also now half-eyed with frigid emotions. It also increases the speed of walking a little and takes the form of chasing Ami's back, which is a few steps ahead. Hair and robes wrapped around the left, shaken by walking grass, reflect the sunset light to create a shadow. Wouldn't there be so many people who would look like a single picture even if it were just that?

"As for me, I want people to like me, and I want them to know things that are fun."

"Yeah. Is that right?"

Ami replies to my excuses over her back. Am I pointing my lips? Walking backwards at the waist is a stubborn child. Smiling at that childish trick, now I wonder how I'm going to get in the mood.

If this is Mululu or Solnea, I'd be in a better mood if I did it with oak skewers in the stalls. Yes, I walk thinking very rudely.

"If you're meeting with Euichiro, why don't you buy one of the flowers?

"Right."

Dating spots are a good thing, so the flower shopping outhouse is also somewhat noticeable. Elmen Hilde's voice seems to be heard, Ami looking at the florist silently standing next to me. The world seems to have a common perception of sending flowers to thinkers and turning flowers to graves where the dead sleep. Although it was a daisy flower in Japan, it seems common in this world to say that small, adorable white flowers are bundled together to face the grave. Do you think it makes sense to look at white in silver and ask Astraela, the goddess of silver, to lead the soul of the dead? Have that florist wrap some of the white flowers that were available and pay for it.

When I finish shopping like that, the dewstore clerk turns to me and Ami with some kind of inclusive smile. I'm sure you imagine a lot on the inside. The owner of the outdoor shop is a young woman. Is it also a common perception that the world is so different that we like things like love stories?

"Well. I bought some shopping too, shall we?"

"Right."

It wouldn't be my fault that the voice still sounds low.

Did you want flowers? I think so, but flowers don't really taste good in people like us travelers. I don't know when I'm going on my next journey when I decorate it, and it's hard to grow it for the same reason. Is it the psychology of women who still want flowers? In the original world, flowers may also be ants for gift options, but I'm not the only one in this world who thinks gifts for adventurers are good for practical or immediate objects...

Still loosens my mouth as I gaze behind Ami, who walks in front of me obstinately. I think the usual grown-up Ami is cute too, but I would say or somehow say that the stubborn figure is more Ami now. I know it's a problem depending on what you ask, but I think Ami likes what she looks like now.

"Ami, don't be so obstinate"

"I'm not stubborn."

I'm sure Ami enjoys these times, too. He's walking ahead of me pointing his lips like he's angry, but that voice plays with great pleasure.

Adventurer. Demonic exorcism. Summoned by different worlds to acquire the power and abilities of outsiders. Still, we don't know when we're going to die. I don't think he's going to die at all of Tenshou, and it's suspicious that he's going to die happy on the bed. That's why I think it's fun to do such trivial things. Me, too, Amy.

"You're close, both of you."

"When Elle says, does that sound disgusting?

Ami looking back with that one word. Its lips are still pointy, but its expression looks more frightened than angry.

Now I hope Elmen Hilde has the reality, but now he's a medal. That gaze can be directed at me.

"I've been with Mr. Lotus this past year."

It was like babysitting.

I can't even say a word to my partner who answers instantly with a grunt voice. I didn't mean to cause you that much trouble, but I'm sure you do.

I won't argue. Ami laughs after seeing me with a decent eye. The back of my chest warms up to the corresponding smile of the year, and I realize that my mouth will loosen after Ermenhilde tells me something terrible.

"As I said on my way to Merdiole, it was a relaxing year."

"Isn't that good, that's what it is? Talk slowly like this, if you can laugh. Maybe it's still far from peaceful, because it's a peaceful time in the corner."

"... right"

I don't deny it. I can't.

Because I think so, too. If I could just slow down, relax, and laugh like this. I'm sure that's the happiest part. There is no threat of demons, demons, or demons. If I could travel through this natural and beautiful world - I'm sure that would have been El's wish.

So when Ami's words laughed with joy, she looked kyotoned again. And he gave me a heartfelt, happy smile.

That's how you walk while you talk, you're getting fewer and fewer crowds. The number of buildings has also decreased, and leafy trees have become more prominent in this season instead. Nothing has now been planted in what appears to be a flowerbed where flowers would have been planted by the side of the road. This path, with only dead trees, makes me feel so lonely.

Further, he went out to a place surrounded by a low iron fence.

Because the houses are built slightly higher than where they stand, or if you go a little further, the ocean looks good. It could be described as a harbor town cemetery. The size is not so great, and the graves that are arranged are less than a hundred. It is rare that a corpse of five satisfied bodies remains in the battle against demons, most of which are recovered as food to surviving demons. Many people are treated as missing with no bodies left behind. It's just that after the battle...... if you can't find it after a few days, they say survival is hopeless. Those who have no bodies are only engraved with their names on the headstones.

"I knew it. I miss the tomb"

"Really."

In response to Ami's whining, there was one figure at the entrance to such a cemetery. I thought it was Yuichiro and turned my gaze, I was over a turn taller than him in my memory. I remember more than a year ago, but still Yuichiro's height should have been about one hundred and seventy, but the person at the end of his gaze would reach one hundred and sixty or not.

It's strange that you're standing at the entrance to the cemetery when you come to visit the grave. Are you expecting someone? When they approach each other with that in mind, they make a meeting. Reflectively, me and Ami returned the meeting, but I don't feel very friendly. It feels like a social dictionary.

Rin expression with purple hair close to a semi-long black with a natural habit that feels cold somewhere. The clothes you are wearing are long skirts that are likely to reach your ankles in the tunic. As he proceeded to the cemetery, checking his appearance sideways, he was smashed in the armpit with his elbow.

"Ugh."

"No, I just checked with someone."

"What do you say?"

How little credit I have for women's relationships, I guess. That doesn't make you sad, brother.

Go on through the cemetery whining about stupid things inside. Graves about my knees tall are made evenly and well maintained on all of them. To be surrounded by such a stone tomb, there was a man in the world of sunset colors who cleaned the graveyard with something like bamboo. I admire your enthusiasm when you say it's time for the sun to go down.

A large stone tomb in front of it. It looks like you're looking at that black scumbag or that tomb bigger than me, not just cleaning and maintaining the tomb for people who don't have corpses, but just blubbering.

"Hey, Yuichiro."

On the back of that black-crushed man, he calls out. The clothes you are wearing are black, as is the coat like the long coat on it. Boots, leather gloves. The brown skin burned in the sun also looks black now at sunset. Such a whole body is in a black color, only dull gray hair is a different color. The hair had grown considerably over the past year. It was long before, but now it stretches as far as the middle of her back as a woman, untouched behind her neck. But the body that lights up in the sunset is smaller than ours. The reason for this is Yuichiro's left arm. He doesn't have the arms to be there. In previous battles, that arm had been completely lost. The unthrough left sleeve is shaken by the wind.

The man responds to my voice and looks back. I guess I'm familiar with Merdiole's peace. It has been inconceivable for a long time not to realize that we need to get this close.

"Ah."

With a slight voice of surprise, his purple eyes were slightly opened.

"Is that it? Yamada and Ami. Why are you here?

And leaned his neck in a loose, laid-back tone between them somewhere.

"Long time no see, Yuichiro. I stopped by on my journey. How's it going, how you doing?

"Long time no see, Eunomiya."

"Yeah. Long time no see, both of you. You look good."

"Oh."

Nicole laughs and thanks. The deed looked much more adult than it had been a year earlier.

"Are you looking at the grave every day?

"No, not every day. It's about once a week now."

"... right"

If you say so and line up next door, add the yellow flowers you bought earlier to the large grave in front of Yuichiro. Together, Yuichiro said thank you.

There are people sleeping here who have no bodies. People attacked by demons or adventurers who did not return after being asked to crusade. And a traveler who disappeared on his journey. Among them is Mr. Celestia, who was Yuichiro's thinker.

He traveled with us, and he died. The body... could not be taken home.

"Still, it's unusual for you two to be together. Is something wrong?

"Next time, let's talk slowly. Eunomiya."

"Right. Soichi, how are you?

"You're too well. Mr. Lotus is the same."

"Uhm. At the entrance to the cemetery, I was looking at a woman."

I haven't seen you in a long time, but I don't know if I'd tell you that. Yuichiro is laughing at me when Ermen Hilde and Ami tell me they're worn out.

That way, after a while of my time being stunned, Yuichiro, who was laughing with pleasure, took a few deep breaths to catch his breath.

"Are you in Merdiole for a while?

"Oh. Next time we're going to cross the Elflame continent."

"Yes."

By the time the talk came to a paragraph, the sky, which was a sunset color, was beginning to dim. Her skin gets colder, and Ami clasps her shoulders as if she were cold.

Seeing Ami like that, Yuichiro and I looked at each other.

"Well, now I'm gonna show my face from over here."

"Never mind. I'm free anyway, I'll be back."

"Yeah. Another time, let's talk slowly"

'Right. I like that.'

Also, a cold wind blows. Ami's robe and skirt were stirred (ahhh), and a small scream came up.

The wind is stronger here than in the city because of its proximity to the sea. The wind seems pleasant in the summer. The view is also good. Enjoying the view in the graveyard may also be a problem.

Speaking of which, it's unusual for Ami and Yamada to be alone.

"Hmm?"

Would it have been?

That's what they say, I tilt my neck. There are quite a few occasions in my memory where Ami and I are alone. Did you say that we had a fire together on the journey? Sometimes you and I went out to buy it out. Well, maybe what Yuichiro is saying is that since Ami started to be aware of me. Back then, I don't even think I was weirdly aware of guys or women or anything.

"Sort of."

Quicker than opening his mouth to talk a little around it, Ami said so by making sure he strained his chest. Ami was blushing when the drunkards teased her in the morning, but Yuichiro told her not to. In a way, I guess I could say I'm used to it.

After a while, Cohon, and one cough. Well, getting used to it doesn't seem to change the embarrassment. It's funny how you have a faint face that's different from the smile you could have taken earlier as innocent.

... If that's what you think, Ami stepped on me. Well, it doesn't hurt, so he seems to be relieving me. And Yuichiro laughs again. Seeing that, I felt like I smiled a lot more than a year ago. Plus, as you're used to laughing. Not the intended smile, not the kind of smile that hides something, a Lang (more) or other smile.

When I think of Mr. Celestia, I feel like thinking all the time in a bad direction. Still, is this funny enough to put a bullet in your heart this past year? Or are you trying hard to move on? Ami next door also laughs and wipes with her fingers the tears that floated in her eyes. You didn't laugh too much, maybe you're glad Yuichiro is laughing like me.

Just then, footsteps stepping on gravel reached my ear.

"Mr. Yuichirou"

Quieter than looking back, a quiet voice reached my ear. Turning to the voice, the woman I saw earlier at the entrance to the cemetery is quietly in a queue.

"Mr. Serra."

When Yuichiro calls the woman's name, she makes a mild meeting. Apparently the name Serra.

When I turned my gaze to Yuichiro asking him to introduce me, I smiled somewhere grown up, not the flamboyant smile that was floating earlier. Keep walking next to that Serra 7. It's a very natural trick, and she doesn't have a particular reluctance to do it either. Rather than, it is half a step closer to Yuichiro standing next door.

"This is Serrawi Guernia. This is Mr. Ceres' sister."

"... nice to meet you"

And another meeting. Seeing Mr. Serrawi like that, Ami and I only glanced at each other for a few moments.

I didn't hear you had a sister, and her atmosphere is very different from that of Mr. Celestia. Active and powerful, you pulled us, Mr. Celestia. But my sister standing in front of me, she also feels shady somewhere. Because I look at it that way, and its appearance also feels somewhere dark. It may be rude, but even like the opposite of my sister.

Because she has too strong an impression, I really compare it. I think my sensibilities are so bad, and I know that it's common for sisters to have the opposite personality.

"We're living together now."

But then I was so surprised that my heart popped up at the words that came out.

"Yes?"

Ami looks at Yuichiro with a surprised, speechless look at me and Pokan.

A boy named Yuichiro is a quiet boy. I can't say much about my opinions with the idea of pulling in. Bad way to put it, but it gets flushed around...... that's the kind of boy he was. Yeah.

Sometimes I snort at the opinions of people who are the exact opposite of what I think, so much so that it can be stressful. It was Celestia who was exhorting (snug and clean) Yuichiro like that, Yuichiro was attracted to her like that, and she worked hard to change her mind.

It was purely surprising that such Yuichiro lived with Mr. Celestia's sister. No, it doesn't mean we shouldn't make new love. Instead, if I'm moving forward, I want to support you.

However, Yuichiro was surprised to think that an active woman like Mr. Celestia preferred it. And it's my wife. It's also the fault of a very rude thought that I thought she was my wife.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Selawi. It's called Range Yamada."

"This, again. Be polite. This is Serrawi Guernia. Yuichirou told me the story."

"Uh, duh. Nice to meet you. I'm Aya Fuyo."

Say hello, and the three of us meet. From Yuichiro standing alone, it's probably a surreal sight.

"Have you finished your work and your story?

"Yeah. I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Sella. What are Amy and the others going to do? If you like, even for dinner..."

"Oh, no. No. I was wondering if I should refrain from today. Hey, Mr. Lotus?

"Right. Yeah."

"Really? Well, if you're in Merdiole, I'll ask you out again. Shall we go home, then, Serra?"

"Yes."

That said, Yuichiro and Serra are leaving in a token to the two of us that have hardened. She stood to Yuichiro's left, and now she doesn't even look like she's walking with her left arm supported.

... Seriously.

"Did you know, Mr. Lotus?

"No, I didn't"

When I grab my cheek, it still hurts. Isn't that a dream?

The chastity of women in this world is very high, and it is very difficult for a pre-dowry woman to expose her skin. The same is true of cohabitation, where a man and a woman who are neither family nor children live under one roof, and from the surroundings, they say it's “that kind of" relationship.

When it comes to living with not only Yuichiro, who is from the same different world as us, but also a woman named Serra, who is a resident of this world... I'm sure that's how they both relate. It's called a relationship between a man and a woman.

It's a pleasure, but what's so complicated is that we didn't know about it? You could talk to me about a word.

Well, this world has no internet, no phone. It is rare (rare) that a letter arrives after a few months, and sometimes when you are traveling, you do not receive it without knowing your address. Can't you say anything bad about it?

"Yoko didn't know..."

I don't know.

The voice was more like saying what you thought than asking me. I don't think I have the strength to respond to that voice either.

That's how shocking it was. Yuichiro. I can't believe Yuichiro lives with a woman.

It's pretty rude of him to say that he doesn't look good on the outside, but I think he's pretty naughty about romantic matters. Even if I knew it, I couldn't tell it from myself and forgot to say it like that. It seems like something like that.

"What are you nibbling at? Disgusting. '

"... that's really unforgiving, you"

Speaking of which, I thought I didn't tell you about Griffin's exorcism after a while.