The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

The house was so worn out that the more it blew, the more it was going to fly. The edge of the Merdiole, on a small high hill. The sea side is a cliff and the sea breeze is pleasant. The view is good, and without a graveyard nearby, it could be considered first-class. I don't have to wonder if it looks good or if there's going to be a hole in the wall just by lightly hitting it, but there's also the word capital if you live there. Maybe there's something good I don't know.

This house is where Yuichiro lives. Or should I say the house used by the tomb guards of history? I heard it from the person so I shouldn't have made any mistakes, but it was unexpected how arrogant it looked so far, so I'm purely surprised.

To the country...... no, I think they'll have a better home if I ask around Douglam.

Or is there something in this House that makes sense? With that in mind, I gently knock on the door where the wounds stand out over the years. Strike with all your strength and it was going to break.

"Ah. Welcome, Mr. Yamada"

"Hey, Yuichiro. Can I interrupt?

Yuichiro Jienomiya, the lord of the house, faces out the door.

Grey hair, burnt skin in the sun, and dark purple eyes. He is tall and looks Japanese away, but this changed his appearance in the hope of Astraela like Kotaro. Yes. He doesn't care now, either, but he used to care terribly about this look. In the original world, we have also heard that it was caused by figs.

The outfit is old, too, and he seems more ordinary than me. Well, I'm not competing for anything.

"Fine... it's narrow, isn't it?

"I don't care."

That's what I'm gonna ask you to let me in the house. The exterior was pretty worn out, but nicely organized inside. I don't feel the sea breeze outside, so the gap breeze control seems to be in place. The wind was quite strong, but the house didn't make any noise, so I can see that it is tougher than it looks.

Is the furniture minimal enough to catch some dishes, cooking utensils on the lamp?

"Oh."

Observing the room to such an extent that it is not suspicious, Mr. Selwi, whom I met the other day, comes out of the back room. I think it suits Serrawi, who dresses like a town girl, with a cotton jacket and a long skirt, but feels like a quiet atmosphere unlike her sister.

Apparently, the room where she just came out is the bedroom. Perhaps I'm awake because I'm getting my hair done with my hands. It's noon. What the hell were you doing late last night so long as you slept to this hour?

Should I rejoice in the happiness of my companions or be jealous?

"Welcome, Master Range Yamada"

"Hello, Mr. Selawi. Also, I don't like to wear it, so if I can, I can call it another way."

Saying so after the greeting, its gaze turns to Yuichiro as troubled. Yuichiro responded with one more snort after a small laugh.

We're looking at each other. You noticed my gaze like that, Yuichiro shyly scratches his cheek, looking away. Even if a man does it, it is a totally unusual manoeuvre.

"Mr. Yamada. Stand up and sit down."

When I say that quickly to distract the embarrassment, I am advised to chair. Its insides felt in my hands, I laughed bitterly and lowered my back to the recommended chair.

For a long time, Yuichiro has been bad at hiding emotional movements. Even if he keeps his mouth shut, he has slight feelings for his work and face. I don't know until what I'm thinking. I don't know, but I know as easily as I am in a hurry or enjoying it.

It's remarkable when we get along, and I'm glad that you feel like you're forgiving me when that happens.

"Is tea okay?

"Oh. Never mind, this one's karate"

When I say that and put my hands up, I laugh in a crunch. Oh, indeed. I guess Celestia and Mr. Selawi are sisters. The laughing face reminds me of Celestia, my sister.

"Hey, Yuichiro. How did you get along with Mr. Selawi?

With his elbow on the table, he deliberately smiles ill-intentioned and asks Yuichiro about his taming with Mr. Serrawi. You understood my intentions, Yuichiro looked troubled, but turned his gaze towards the window as he looked a little happy.

"Do that again... Nothing special."

"Yeah."

"I don't like the way you laugh."

"Originally, never mind"

"Not at all."

And sigh. But the mouth is loose, so it doesn't seem like I don't like talking from the bottom of my heart.

Everyone, I guess, has a desire to brag to someone about herself and her taming.

"I came to this city after Mr. Yamada disappeared from the Wang capital. I heard Mr. Celestia was from Merdiole."

I don't know if her thing is stomped off, or if it's halfway down the road. But to the point where you can speak like this, you mean you survived Celestia's death? I feel more like an adult at eighteen sitting in front of me than I can yet speak of Elle's death.

Should I think my kids grow up fast or am I just a kid? That's what I thought, I exhaled deeply.

"What's wrong?

"Ainya. So, you visited Celestia's house after you came to the city?

"Yes. Even so, Mr. Celestia's family..."

Mouth it that far, and your gaze turns toward Mr. Serrawi. She was turning her back and preparing tea.

Is it the nose song that sounds small? When I saw it the other day, I thought it was a gloomy personality, but maybe what it looks like now is a vegetarian personality. So, are people intensely acquainted?

And the meaning of Yuichiro's gaze. When I thought about it, I just said yes.

Celestia's family. I'm sure that was just my sister. I don't know what happened to my parents, but the demon offense was intense then. When I think that a woman was in the position of Deputy Commander of the Knights, I know that I don't have to think deeply about it.

"That's where you met him"

"Yes."

I'm sure we weren't close from the start. The only family, flesh parents, sister. How many of us can forgive the man who lost it and was traveling with us then?

Yuichiro doesn't talk that far, but it's easy to imagine.

"Good man, isn't he?"

"Really, I don't have any body."

"Not really. You're a good guy, too. Have confidence."

When I said that without letting my hair in, after a moment of eating my face, I shyly slipped away from my gaze and scratched my cheek.

I can cry for others, I can risk my life for others. Yuichiro, who could have done that easily if only to say so, knows he's a real good-looking guy. For that reason, his left arm was lost and Celestia lost her life. Still, this is how I laugh.

I was surprised the other day, but I couldn't be happier. When I laugh, I feel uncomfortable.

"The work of the tomb guard..."

"Give me Mr. Celestia's grave. We couldn't bring him home."

Talk that far, um, and stretch.

"Nevertheless. Is this house a little dangerous for both of us to do?

Off-topic so as to say otherwise that the damp story is over.

Turning your gaze to the ceiling will prevent rainstorms, but a wooden ceiling with noticeable aging will be visible in your sight. I'm sorry to say, but it doesn't seem strange whenever it collapses.

"If I save a little more money, I plan to remodel it"

"Right. Why don't you ask around Douglam to give me some money?

When I give the name of my friend, Dwarf, Yuichiro may be, he laughs bitterly.

Douglam, the guild's receptionist and adventurer, has enough. If Yuichiro asks, he'll lend me money in two replies.

"This house has a pretty good place, too."

"Really?

"Yeah, it's narrow, so you can see right where it is, and even a small voice can reach them"

Hmm, snorts.

"And more importantly, because winter nights are cold. We have to stick together on the bed."

The moment Yuichiro said so, Kacha, the teacup was placed with a noise.

"Go ahead."

"Yes."

That gaze is so cold, I don't think we live together and love each other very much. It's like someone else singing a nose song earlier.

After a while, a teacup will be placed on me without making any noise.

I laughed as I felt the difference.

"I hope it fits your mouth"

"Thank you"

This way, I lay my eyes down in shame. Actually, I guess it's embarrassing. Because a stranger told me about the night.

Pretend not to notice there and say thank you.

"No more. Don't talk weird."

"Because."

Even when his gaze was pointed at him, he did not move, and Yuichiro included tea in his mouth that produced hot air.

The upset is devoid of shards, and I rather feel like I'm enjoying her reaction. I used to be so odd, but I got stronger. Inspired, I sip tea, too.

"Because I'm so happy. I want to teach everyone."

"Hey. rear charge explosion, dick"

Or what's wrong with Yuichiro and his character that I know too differently? Is this the power of love? Think about stupid things like that.

Actually, maybe this is Yuichiro's vegetable. In the original world, I was frustrated, and in this world, I took a slaughtered journey. That's how I was feeling depressed. That's Yuichiro I know.

Has Celestia died and been for more than two years? I don't know the exact time, but that's probably about it. I know there is a saying that time heals the wounds of my heart. However, the word is only a word. The wounds of the heart must be overcome by the person himself, and there are some people whose wounds are deepened by the passage of time.

At least, a boy named Yuichiro was the latter. Celestia died, rough and rough, and he became the 'Avenger'. For Yuichiro, whose anger and physical wounds are the source of power, the present state should be what he hoped for, as well as a shackle (shackle) that does not wield the full power.

Douglam and the others took victims during the Griffin crusade, and we found out why they couldn't crusade completely.

I did not incorporate Yuichiro into the crusade. The reason is that Yuichiro is now useless as a force of war. That's a joy, but in this world, where the threat of demons still exists, is it also complicated?

"Even Yamada seems to have a full day."

"Really?

"But you're traveling with Ami again, aren't you?

"Well, well."

I give a vague (ambiguous) reply to that word. I strayed from Yuichiro's gaze and look out the window. Pleasant enough to feel good about, but the dazzling sun hates me too much right now.

He said he was a silent and dear boy when he was traveling with us, and now he speaks clearly, makes jokes and laughs heartily and pleasantly.

... completely different from before, but more lively now. I felt that way.

"Speaking of which, what about Mr. Elle?

"I left it. He's been getting more novels lately."

"That's because Yamada does what they say..."

"Maybe."

Personality is not what you were born with. I think it's made in the life I've lived.

Then a personality named Elmen Hilde. That personality was made in a year of living with me, and I guess the fact that she has so many novels means that I'm not sloppy.

"As always, you're close"

"Not really. Every day I'm told a novel."

"If you're not close, you won't even tell me a novel."

"Sure, so is that"

Well, I have a problem with being measured for good and bad friends in a novel. Let's not worry too much about that area.

"That's unusual. I used to be with Mr. Elle all the time."

"You didn't... maybe"

I immediately return my words to a word from Yuichiro, but I felt that the voice had no power even for me. I'm sure that's because I know things myself.

Oh, sure. We were always together. That's what I remember, I laugh bitterly. When you're in the city, during your journey, when you fight. We've been together forever. She was my partner and a weapon. And I was her user. It's normal to be together, maybe my own assumption... but I'm sure it was more deeply connected than Astraela. I think so.

How about that? Now I'm used to breaking up with Ermenhilde and acting like this, and I have more time alone.

Should I be happy that I have more time of my own, or should I be saddened that I am able to break up and act with Ermenhilde? If you think about it, you don't get an answer. I'm sure that's because I'm reluctant to give my own answers.

"Anything wrong?

"... you know what I mean?

"Somehow."

"Right."

That's right. I don't mean to put it on your face, but maybe I'm the only one who thinks so.

When I exhaled deeply, my strength fell out of my body.

"Elle's dead"

…………

When you say it, you lose even more strength. Place teacups on the table that still have more than half the tea, as if both arms were not your own.

"So go on your journey alone"

When Yuichiro says so, he gives Mr. Serrawi an eye for an eye. She let me out of the room.

"Well, we were together before this..."

"I asked Astraela to come back to life - now I call her Elmen Hilde"

"Right. Oh, sure. You used to call me Elle. Yamada, too."

Silence for a while.

I wonder what I'm talking about. Yes, ask yourself. I didn't visit Yuichiro to talk about this. Griffin's crusade. Why am I talking to you when you asked me to help you?

I'm sure he saw Yuichiro and Serrawi, who looked happy, and he couldn't stand it. Make Elle's death a reality you're carrying.

There is a saying that time heals the wounds in your heart. I'm sure you're right.... If there are people around who can support me, the wound will heal one day.

But... the idiot (me) holding it by himself is deeply wounded and decides. Even so, time will surely take away Elle's memory. Even though I remember losing it, I can't remember who I lost. In that reality, one day I will be unbearable.

What happens when you can't stand it anymore? Do you run wild like the old Yuichiro, or get over it?

"Damn. Don't tell anyone else, okay? I know, except for you, Utano and Kotaro are the only ones."

"Huh? Then why did you tell me?"

"Know what? Your mouth slipped because you seem happy."

"Normally, you're Amy before me. In order."

"What, in order..."

Cover your face with your right hand and exhale deeply. What the hell am I doing?

What I said was something I was supposed to want to hide, but I didn't even accompany (or even accompany) my emotions, I left them in my mouth as I thought. I often say not to stand in regret.

"Bye. I'm flustered at Astraela's request now, but when I'm done with it, I'll show my face again."

"... No, what are you doing here today?

"Nothing."

Rise from the chair and exit Yuichiro's nest of love. Ning, you might be right to leave so you can escape.

Then Yuichiro went outside after me like that. The sleeve of clothes that should be passed through the left arm, which is not available now, is swayed by the wind.

"Earlier, do you really not even know Ami?

"Oh. I haven't said it yet. And to Elmen Hilde. He remembers traveling with us, but he doesn't remember me."

"- Oh, shit."

The shoulder falls. Is that because you found out your old buddies have changed?

We're used to death. Lots of people are dying, people are dying, friends are dying. I have seen such a reality many times. So El's death is one of them. I should have thought so. There was no need to hide Elle's death. We should have shared and supported each other.

Even so, I held him in by myself and disappeared from front of everyone. Elle's death, will as Elmen Hilde. I couldn't stand it. That's why I went wild. That's enough to hang you to death again and again in just six months.

I don't know. How could I have embraced Elle's death on my own then? Have you hidden it from everyone?

I admired the hero. But in the end, I couldn't be a hero. I sacrifice so many people, I let my loved ones die, and so I can finally fight God. I... couldn't protect who I wanted to protect the most. I couldn't be a hero.

Did you want to turn away from that reality? Or did you not want to admit Elle's death?

"But you're going to say what time it is, right?

"... oh. When this journey is over, I'm going to tell you."

"Really? Then I won't say anything."

"Sorry."

Really. Not a single time. What am I saying to Yuichiro downstairs? Scratch your head and get out of your mind.

Seeing people's happiness, exhaling their moods, etc. It's not the behavior of a good old adult. I'm going to feel sick because of my self-loathing.

"Then come back and see me. It's a house with nothing."

"Not really. I never imagined I'd get knocked out of you. It was fun."

"Nothing, I didn't noroke it..."

That said, he sighs toward Yuichiro, who makes his mouth snort if it lights up. I suppose now.

Well, but. I didn't expect to be able to talk to Yuichiro this way, but now I have more joyful emotions than surprises. Again, I like to feel people's happy times.

"Oh, I'll be back. Good luck. Good luck with your work."

"Yes."

So stay down about Griffin. I live happily ever after, so I don't have to ask you out for anything dangerous.

Ami is here, I have a trusted companion. Then we'll clean up the mess alone. Yuichiro needs to be wounded in order to fight. Because if that happens, Mr. Selawi will be worried.

I don't think you want me to fight until you make someone worry, until you make them cry.

"See you."

That's what I say, I walk out.

Well, shall we stick to Yuichiro's minute? I'm not very good at fighting motivated.

"Good luck, Mr. Yamada"

The voice was so small, probably a word directed at me, but it wasn't meant to make me listen.

So, pretend you can't hear me and move on with your legs.

The word falls in the back of my chest. No objection, no embarrassment, no feeling. I'm sure that's because Yuichiro's words got over it.

I'll do my best. Yes, I spoke in my chest and took a small, really small step.