The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

By the time we reached the next village, the yang had begun to sink.

I think it took longer than I expected.

On my first schedule, I was due to arrive this morning, but it is almost evening later than that.

Miss Francesca walking next door looks up at this one with sorrow.

I'm not saying anything, because there's probably some discrepancy in my journey itinerary because of me.

I suppose you take that even worse than you have to.

Even though a man can't say anything when he can turn a little sad upward.

Well, I'm not even going to say anything from the start.

With that in mind, I turn my gaze toward the village.

The population, maybe fifty. I can confirm about ten wooden houses.

The sun starts to tilt, and it looks like the village men are coming back from the field, turning a flickering glance at us, the travellers.

It must be an idyllic village. I felt a calm atmosphere.

When the two of us go straight to the inn, we decide to ask for two rooms.

The receptionist asked me if it would be good in two rooms, but I decided not to care.

"Two rooms and get me breakfast this evening and tomorrow"

That's what I'm saying, I'm putting out a piece of gold on the counter.

I am amazed at how rare gold coins were in a one-country inn, and still receive copper coins for the difference.

I usually negotiate here, but this time Miss Francesca is here, so I was wondering what I would do.

Think for a moment, and in that moment you lose the opportunity to negotiate.

'Cause I try to show a woman a good place. If it was enough to exhale, I wish it would have been worth it, as usual'

Yes, you are.

Exhaling one sigh, the innkeeper also laughed bitterly at me.

Ma, if you have an inn or something in the country, you have to make money at times like this.

I decided to give up hope for cooking.

I thought I heard voices from somewhere saying they were always short of money.

Don't hesitate to tap the medal in your pocket.

"I'm taking the day off tomorrow, so take it easy"

"... okay?

Unlike earlier, my cheeks are loose on the beautiful girl (Miss Francesca), who looks up happily.

Maybe this is what it would be like if I had a daughter.

"You're like a pervert."

Wasn't there anything more to say?

I'm seriously about to get scratched.

He looks up at me with his little neck up, wondering, when I've got my cheeks cramped.

"Mm-hmm. That foot will slow you down, too."

"Excuse me."

"No, you don't have to apologize. Instead, I think it would be awesome if I didn't say I wanted to go home."

This inn has two floors, a dining room on the ground floor and a private room on the second floor.

Since there are no such things as keys and there are only internal keys in the private room, valuables must be managed on their own.

If you're a magician, it's convenient to just imagine the door locked.

"Um."

Trying to leave my stuff upstairs in my room with that in mind, I was stopped.

"Thank you"

"Don't worry about it. Take it easy and enjoy your journey."

At least that's what I call a journey for me.

Without purpose, this past year has gone around the world in a daze, spreading sight and ear.

In that sense, maybe I was lucky enough to meet this woman who gave me purpose in my journey.

If you accomplish that goal, you will be rewarded.

The request is a demon (oak) crusade. At this rate, there is still a long way to go.

There is still room for a period. There's no reason to rush, so as far as I'm concerned, I'm going to let you enjoy your journey.

Remove the medal (Ermenhilde) from your pocket and play with your fingers.

Make a dry noise and the medal circles in circles, gripping it in your right hand.

"I like to travel. So thank you, Miss Francesca, for bringing me this request."

"For the love of travel, I feel like I'm goofing around in a village I stopped by."

I like to travel, but I like to drink and I like to goose.

That's right, excuse me in my heart and go up the stairs.

Nojuku was only for one night, but he still doesn't recover much health in Nojuku.

When I cool down the tavern later, I think I'll just go to bed.

"You just have to work hard at Miss Francesca's pace. I'll go with it."

"... Yes"

I felt that the reply was a little heavy because there was something to think about.

but if you need anything, you'll tell me, and I'll head to the room.

You don't complain, you don't act on your own, you listen to me.

As far as I'm concerned, it's easier said than done by my colleagues there.

You can be a good adventurer if you gain combat experience with demons (monsters).

Since he is a student of the School of Magic, he may be a scholar or a similar profession in the future.

It's not like I give a shit around here.

Achieve her purpose (Demon Crusade). That's what I want.

The village liquor store was a turn smaller than the village sole, which was based until the other day.

Well, in a village where there aren't many travelers, is it better if there was just a liquor store?

Sit at the counter thinking about that.

There were several men in the store.

The shopkeeper and the men's gaze turn this way.

I guess strangers are rare. Ignore that gaze and place the copper coin on the counter.

If it's true, I guess I should show my face to the guild and confirm the request, but I'm off tomorrow, and I put that behind me.

'Cause the first place to come is the liquor store...'

I laugh bitterly at my partner's voice.

I can't help it, it's the usual thing. Give it up.

"Give me a light one"

Don't look at the menu, order appropriately.

Basically, alcohol allows you to drink wine, ale or whiskey, so the rough stuff is fine.

... If the degree is too high, I won't be able to move the next day.

Well, if it's liquor for three copper coins, I don't think so.

There are some stores that occasionally harass people to serve awesome booze, but that's fun.

It's called the flavor of a journey.

"Are you a traveler?

The shopkeeper, who poured the liquor into the wooden cup, calls out.

The knob comes out with fresh vegetables picked in this village and some kind of meat lightly broiled.

Probably an oak or a beast of the field.

Oak meat is inexpensive and available for consumption.

It is also nutritious and unlike goblins and the like, its meat also becomes gold.

Primary and intermediate adventurers hunt for names, so they always line up in the market.

It's just light flavoring and it's also big enough that you can just bake it and eat it deliciously.

Some people seem distant that it's demonic meat, but I don't care.

I used to care.

… human beings grow. I can't travel if I like it or not.

While thinking about oak meat, first receive a plate with salad and meat on it.

I had dinner with Miss Francesca, but I need food for alcohol. Yeah.

The Francesca lady was tired and is now asleep in her inn.

Tomorrow, I'm sure, I'll have another muscle ache. I hope it will heal the day after tomorrow.

"Oh. I'm here today. I'll be out the day after tomorrow."

Respond that way and receive a cup.

Determine it is apple liquor based on the smell.

Smells good. Apparently this village is clam.

After a sip, the sweet acidity and the fragrance spreads through your mouth.

"Are you good at exorcising demons?

"Do I look good?

Return to that question with a question.

The shopkeeper's expression becomes sharp as he explores this one for a moment, then turns into a soft smile.

"I can't see much."

"I think you have good eyes"

Yes, shoulder to shoulder.

I'm not going to fall behind those demons, but I'm proud to say they're strong enough to want to avoid trouble.

Well, if it's a country demon, there's no such thing as trouble.

'Deny me there...'

No, I don't like trouble.

I want you to give me a break about something dangerous.

Well, I've been asked to crusade the demon (oak) while saying that, so I think it's even a contradiction.

Drink another sip of apple liquor as you hear Ermenhilde's sad voice.

"Is something wrong?

"Looks like there's been an orc gathering in the woods lately."

".................. Phew"

Apparently, this journey is going to end sooner than I thought.

With that in mind, I drink up my ale.

"Let me know more"

With that said, I offer you a cup of wood.

"Orcs have been living in the woods lately. Rough the fields."

"Sounds like an oak."

Reply to the store owner's words as he sees the newly poured ale.

Oak's bad food is famous, and the first to be damaged is the village field.

If you encounter resistance there, change your residence or eat in the nature of the woods, but I don't suppose there are any warriors in this village who can fight orcs.

And adventurers aren't likely to stop by much either.

Isn't it enough that travellers and merchants of the itinerary stop by from time to time with flirting?

When will the knight come to the rescue, even if he tells the King's capital about the damage caused by the oak?

This kind of neighborhood village assistance is also the work of the Knights, who are in the Wang capital, but it's basically not until months have passed before they make a move.

Not so many Knights personnel, and more importantly, not money.

It costs money to do something. That means that neither the original world (Earth) nor the other will change.

Some knights still try to do something about it, but the good guys (idiots) who say that are liked by the citizens but hated by their bosses.

That means the Knights are still ahead of us.

"Amazingly lucky."

'Cause it's a good day's work.

Receive a cup of wood and stir about half at once.

"How much can you give me?

"You seem a little weak to sell your arms in. It looks like it."

Leave me alone.

"So he told me to shave beards clean just like that."

Is it my fault that I'm starting to look like a mother?

I want to think it's my fault.

"My people have magicians."

"Is that lady a magician?"

The store owner's face is only slightly stunned.

If it is a small village on boulders, will the traveler's information spread quickly?

It seems widespread that me and Miss Francesca are already acting at the party.

Well, not surprisingly, to that extent.

The village of the countryside had a thriving neighborhood. It spreads quickly, such as information on the extra person.

"I'm a student of the City of Sorcery. He said he was president of the school year."

"Well, that's awesome"

You seem to know about the City of Magic, and the title of president of the Academy there seems credible enough.

Of course it's a lie.

No, I don't know if it's a lie because I haven't heard it.

That much lies would be good. Probably. Maybe it's true.

"Sometimes, don't lie to me like I'm flowing..."

"So, what do you say? You think I can trust you a little bit?

Listen to the words and shake the story to the store owner.

To get information, make an excuse in your heart that it's a necessary lie.

Adults are filthy things.

"Right. No. Why don't you ask for it?"

"It's rhetorical."

Laughing like that, a new apple liquor will be available.

Because you didn't ask for it, but you poured it on me, apparently the store owner's luxury.

"Behind the woods, there are three orcs."

"Three."

That's a lot, he whines in his mouth.

Well, those guys have slow feet, so there's plenty to do.

It can be broken off, or it can be cooked from a distance in the sorcery of the sorcerer (Miss Francesca).

Even if you hit it badly, you can run away and re-divide it.

I can think of all kinds of measures.

"Besides, if one of them did, he'd be strong. Young people in the village can't get their hands on it."

"Strong?"

"Oh. They say it's black oak"

Black?

The Commander (High Oak) comes to mind, but I don't think he'll show up in the country like this.

I live on a continent inhabited by demons.

It does not live on the continent of Imnesia. In the first place, such a bucket is destroying villages like this and other first raids.

So, what is it?

Black oak. A new species of mutation or just a normal oak just black?

"Do you have any idea?

"Well. I don't know if I'm going to take the request."

If it's just an oak, there's no problem.

Even three opponents, you just have to get away with the worst.

I am well aware of the slowness of his legs, etc.

But black oak.

I was a little concerned.

"I can't believe you let me dive into the woods the day after tomorrow. Whether you want to take it or not, that's why."

"Um, that's okay."

I shook up the story, but it doesn't seem to be expected that far.

That would be the case, too. He's just a passing adventurer. There's something wrong with expecting it.

Besides, the exterior is no different from the villagers there.

I don't even think I have the aura stuff of a strong man.

Because it is nothing but a murderous god.

"That's from the front, using the god-killing weapon (me) -"

"I'll try not to die."

In the first place, I also care that the village is safe even though there is such an oak.

If you're so strong, don't attack the fields, just take what you want from the village.

I want to avoid fighting unknown enemies, but if the purpose of this journey is to orc (pigs), I want to keep it here.

It means they're attacking the village. I can also expect rewards.

Combining the rewards from Miss Francesca should probably be a good amount.

With that, I don't have a problem with travel expenses for a while.

The journey costs money.

I've been relaxed all last month, so I think that's extra.

Besides, it's time for Ermenhilde to get a little serious.

"Hmm - sounds like a worthy opponent for the fight"

The God-killing weapon (Ermenhilde) says in a delightful voice.

But it is the iron knife that is used.

... I don't have to wonder if boulders are going to be able to do it.

Well, setting a trap in the woods is one idea.

I think I'll make up my mind when I reconnaissance.

"If the winner seems thin, let him get away with it, but if he does, you'll resent him, won't you?

"Don't worry. The reward comes after a successful crusade."

"That's reassuring."

I mean, if you want a reward, you just have to hunt.

Instead, if you run away, you get nothing.

It's easy to understand and it makes me laugh.

"Then at least have another drink to congratulate me"

When I say that, the shopkeeper smiles and pours at me.

You're a good man, I think.

"You're the same... you don't have to wake up tomorrow to know."

"I'm off tomorrow, and I'm gonna have a drink."

With that said, a new apple liquor is poured into the wooden cup.

Watching it loosens nature and cheeks.

I think this is one of the flavors of the journey.

Eat delicious food from various villages.

Eating oak meat and salad, drinking apple liquor. What a luxury.

'... ha, lamentable. A more moderated diet.'

Drink while listening to Elmen Hilde's usual cliche.

The journey with Miss Francesca may be almost over.

I feel lonely inside.

Is that a goodbye to that chest?

The night went by, thinking about something that would be yelled at if Elmen Hilde noticed.