The Sorcerer King of Destruction and the Golem of the Barbarian Queen

"All right, long live Goletaro. Yes, Banzai."

Under the clear blue sky, I was polishing Goletaro's pure white body with a bolo cloth.

Goletaro bamboozles like this. All right, all right, let's make it shiny white to the armpits.

...... yeah. I seriously know how people feel about polishing motorcycles and tekkateka.

Three days had elapsed since the day when Golem Generation was attempted in the backyard.

No, I don't know the exact number of days. Because I'm not sure how unconscious I was, because I almost slept for two days, only three days at a minimum, that's all.

While I slept and tucked into the safe house, the collection of fruit outside was done by Goletaro.

This guy is as clever as you can imagine from a big figure. Goletaro's arm is like a manipulator of a man-made robot, which seems to have a punching power, but it moves very delicately. If it's a thin finger, it looks like it could even be sewn. I'm so sorry because of my awkward modeling skills...

Also, since I only wanted cranberry apples, this guy was already mastering how to select ripe and delicious cranberry apples fruit. Or too much......

In the meantime, let's put aside the performance bias.

I spent most of my two days on the bed, but I didn't get bored at all by making Goletaro listen to all the Japanese stories. This point really helped. When I was listening to this guy, his face was close and compressive. He's a very serious guy.

Nevertheless, I didn't know you were going to be asleep for two days...

I once created a grossing image of Guchagucha in an attempt to open the Great Rock Door, and as a result of trying to remove the book restraint, I have made Mentos geezer.

In the ensuing Pebble Generation, it caused a catastrophe of natural destruction.

It sucks especially when it comes to the last Golem Generation. Losing consciousness, sleeping with damage, this...

I can no longer but admit it. I have no talent for witchcraft.

In the meantime, I don't think I'll be doing Golem Generation for the rest of my life.

My health is almost healing. It's hardly noticeable anymore.

By the way, I look wild with a piece of underwear right now.

I slept until this morning. He was recovering and wiping his body in the garden.

In short, it is then that we are polishing Goletaro.

"All right! Head down, Goletaro"

Goletaro bows round his back. Yeah, it's Mr. Vagina.

When I polish Goletaro's knob cuckoo with a bolo cloth, I pound my head.

Then he stroked his head.

"You're done! Your head is really slippery!

Well, starting today, we're finally back in full swing.

...... hmm? Well, the interaction now, it seemed like something was wrong.

But I didn't end up thinking deeply about the discomfort.

Because I noticed a bigger, different discomfort.

We were just wiping our bodies in front of the water field behind the house...

A little further from there, on the ground near the wood - there was a hole in it.

Ha. Would there ever be a hole like this?

After twisting my head a little, I noticed.

Well, this is where the white stone columns were used to produce Goletaro's vegetables.

Was there such a hole under the stone pillar?

What hole is it? At first glance, it looks like a well.

I thought I'd take a peek at the holes and walked up close.

Goletaro doesn't move from in front of the water field.

"... what's up, Goletaro?

That's odd.

This guy, usually like a chick, follows me behind my walks everywhere. When I tried to follow you inside the bathroom, it was as close to a boulder...

... No, in retrospect, thank you Goletaro. There is a verse that has been trying to keep me away from this backyard for the past two days.

I didn't even have to get close to this water field at all because water pumping is something this guy does frequently and constantly. Besides, just before I came here to take a water bath today, I gently snapped my clothes sleeve and showed some subtle resistance, my body felt a little sick because I slept in bed for two days, so I ignored it and forced myself to come here.

I mean, I was just wondering if you wanted me to play.

Dogs do this well. I ignore it.

Even as I questioned Goletaro's behavior, I took it easy to peek into the hole.

And I slightly regretted it.

Goletaro, you're right.

- At the bottom of a dark hole in Usu, I saw a lying figure.

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I turned back into the house.

Immediately change clothes and gear up, weave the robes appropriately and then run back to the backyard.

I don't know how I can dive into a hole with a cloak of pants.

Besides, it is also a minimal gentleman's preference when out in public.

Oh, Goletaro? That's okay, this guy's family, so you can treat him with a cloak of pants.

"Hey, there you are! You okay?!?"

I stood over a hole in the backyard and tried to speak to him several times towards the inside.

I expected it, but there was no response from the bottom of the hole.

To be honest, the likelihood of that person in the dark surviving is endlessly close to zero.

But it's not zero...

Basically, my spirit, as a culturalist, doesn't allow me to leave this behind.

The depth of the hole is only a sight, but perhaps more than 4 or 5 meters.

It's dark and I'm not sure, but the space underground seems to be quite wide compared to the entrance.

At least, now the line of just a dead well has disappeared.

The entrance is also at least 1 metre in diameter because it is a hole in the place where the stone pillars were originally blocked.

It was enough for me to break in.

I've been pulling out the long rope that was already in Nado.

Ask Goletaro to hold this rope on the hole, and it's a calculation to get down inside.

Goletaro, who initially didn't try to get close to the hole, but when he saw that I had made the decision to get down inside, he even followed me to the side of the hole. Seriously, he's a good guy. Nice guts, Goletaro.

I held the rope on Goletaro's torso in my own hand.

It's a pretty old rope, but it's okay, right, this?

Right, well, I just fell off a thousand cuts along the way, and I'm probably not going to die.

But you'll have a fracture.

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Or should I stop coming down...

I saw Goletaro's face.

Yes. What are you cowering about, I am.

In order to educate Goletaro, I have to show my attitude as a culturalist here.

Besides, as a matter of fact... if the possibility remains that the life of the person lying in the hole has not yet disappeared, even as little as a grain of sand, I wanted to do what I could for that person.

I'm the only one who can do something about this place right now.

I made up my mind and began descending to the bottom of the hole to convey the rope.

It went down unexpectedly smoothly. Except for the fact that the rope was swept up and terrorized along the way.

During the descent, in many ways, I was trying not to look down.

It's time to get to the bottom.

It feels like looking at the side interior walls etc. on the side as we descend, like this underground space, on a scale, expanded a few meters back, forth, left, and right inside a dead well, to such an extent. Now it's not wide.

Finally got my foot on the bottom of the hole.

My eyes are already getting used to the dim darkness around me.

The person who should be lying is a little further aside than the landing point.

When I was ready and tried to look you in the eye, I heard things overhead.

Looking up, Goletaro is about to come inside through a circular entrance that opens snugly to the ceiling.

No, you can't go in size, can you?

... Oh? Looks like you put it in at your leisure.

No, not really!

If I come down to you, who's gonna pull me up!!!

Hey, hey, hey, Gore, no, no, no.

"GORE! Stay (first)!!!"

For a moment, it was late.

Goletaro put his hand on the edge of the hole, lightly recoiled and jumped diagonally.

And lightly kicks the sides of the inner wall and rotates quickly in the air.

It landed on me.

I'm out of line.

This guy didn't even make a landing noise right now.

"What the hell kind of motor nerve are you..."

Yes, no. Well, good. If it's a move now, Goletaro can definitely get out of the hole on his own.

My worries about my return disappeared. In the meantime, we should be happy with that.

I took a gentle, deep breath.

Determine your will and drop your gaze on the shadow lying at your feet.

I opened my eyes.

Oh, my God, there it is.

- What was there was a white bone corpse.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Another white bone corpse!!!!!

That's what I was expecting! This is the situation and I was expecting it, but come on!!!

Humans I encounter in different worlds, so far they have 100% white bone corpse rate!!!

... Sorry, I messed up.

At that time, I felt a strong gaze on my lid.

The Lord of Sight is Goletaro.

Of course Goletaro has no eyes.

The fact is, that your face is facing this way, really, that's all.

But I felt like Goletaro was staring at me.

And at this time, for the first time, I felt something like a very strong emotional swing coming from Goletaro.

This is fear... no, strong anxiety?

But the object of Goletaro's strong anxiety is not the body on the floor, but rather towards me in front of him.

Why do you care about me, not the body, in this situation?

Something feels subtly different from the feeling that I'm afraid of myself...

This feeling, it's kind of like a kid who's about to shrink and cry, with a hunch that his parents are going to scold him.

You think you're gonna make me angrier now for not letting me near your backyard?

Did you come all the way down from yourself at the bottom of this hole that you didn't want to be so close to just to make sure of that?

- No, you're not. Maybe that's not what this is about.

Then what the hell are you afraid of me...?

...... yeah. I don't know.

I totally cut out my thoughts there.

Well, if you've never seen a white bone corpse before, that's scary!

Golem and anxiety. I tend to forget, but this guy's still a baby.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I feel like I'm suddenly in the same room with the white bone corpse of Zaylan's asshole for a few hours, and I'm already, subtly becoming resistant to the white bone corpse. Maybe I'm paying too much attention to the extra because I'm poorly affording it.

In this regard, as a senior who encountered a white bone corpse, I need to remove the anxiety of the novice Goletaro.

I put my hand gently on Goletaro's shoulder and slapped him gently.

And look at Goletaro's face and make him laugh softly at it.

Don't worry. I'm a veteran of the white bone corpse (* compared to us).

At this moment, it seemed that Goletaro's cohesive air was fluffy and soft, so light and tender.

At the same time, the gaze of anxiety that had stuck around me was misty as if it were illusory.

So much so that I seriously assume that the series of events I just felt were all my fault.

Anyway, it looks like Goletaro will be fine with this.

Once again, I looked at the body on the floor.

Body - as already mentioned, completely white boned.

I don't know my age or gender.

Unlike when Lübeu Zailain's body, this one already damages his clothes. It's hard to speculate from the outside.

But my gaze was fixed on a point where the body was.

Both hands and ankles of the body, each fitted with shackles and shackles.

Large, metal shackles.

The hands and feet were further connected to the ground by chains from there.

What I was reminded of was the will of Lübeu Zailaine.

Prior to the ritual of summons, he wrote that he had prepared sacrificial blood in addition to his own life.

Is that who you are now?

My gaze remains nailed to the body, as if I can't move it.

One wrong step, and here's what was happening to me, too.

This person is another look at me from the future that passed through the tunnel that day.

"Let's take these chains off and make a tomb out of it."

In the shortness of this chain, this man, I'm sure, could not even rise to the end on this hard, cold stone floor.

My whining echoing silent underground wasn't always asking Goletaro to agree to stand next door.

It was just solitary.

"... - I wouldn't mind sleeping in such a dark, lonely place"

I took off the robe I was wearing and wrapped the remains.

Goletaro is also quietly helping me next door.

The movement of this guy's fingertips dealing with thin remains, as usual, was very delicate.

When I gently tried to lift that robe, which was too light for one person to be wrapped in, something small spilled out of the dressing gap of the collapsed remains.

I realized something about it and I regretted it terribly.

There, a small floral hair fastening had fallen off, like the one worn by a girl of her age.

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In the end, there was nothing particularly eye-catching in the hole other than the body of this victim.

It was probably some sort of ritual space, of a subpoena entanglement.

From the floor beneath the body came one small magic formation.

It is similar when it comes to similarity to the two summoning magic formations I discovered earlier.

But my knowledge tells me nothing more.

When I left the bottom of the hole, I realized for the first time that only this floor surface, located directly below my foot, or exit, was shallow and submerged in a circle just over a metre in diameter.

Oh, hey, was this the root of the example white cylinder...?

So you're saying that that stone column wasn't on the edge of the hole, it was stretched underground as it was and penetrated to the side of the body?

But for one thing, when I was producing Goletaro's vegetables, I would have used stone columns several times the amount originally assumed...

When I almost thought of it that way, Goletaro gently pulled up the rope I was grabbing from the top of the hole.

With that, my thoughts were suspended as they were.