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

In the corner of the field on the south side of the inside, there are many large tents.

This is called a position, a temporary headquarters for clan soldiers.

Currently, I was in one of these tents with Gore and was briefed on the bounty.

"… so the sweepstakes amount of the man in your arrangement will be 150 gold coins. Did you have any questions about the explanation so far, Lord Nemaki Dasai, the sorcerer?

An old military man sitting across from a folding table asked in a relaxed tone.

This man is also known as a clan soldier.

Even so, he would appear to be a fairly high-ranking commanding figure in the force. He clearly has a different quality of equipment than the rest of the Ping soldiers around him.

He was weaving a fine cape, and he had no heart for his behavior.

"No, I have no particular doubts. Thank you for your kind explanation."

"I'm relieved to hear from you."

The old clan soldier narrowed his eyes with a gentle expression.

"Still, what is it? Based on the tragic state of the bodies of the piles of thieves and the testimony of those who captured them, Lord Dasai is more like this... I thought you might be a samurai, temperamental figure in the midst of a fiery fire. Actually, speaking to you, you seem more elegant and gentle than I expected."

"Ha, ha. Thank you."

"Besides, you're so beautiful with words."

"Language, is it?

"Yes. The Yakuza that naturally folds and mixes at the ends of the word is like the famous magicians of the court I saw in Imperial City a long time ago. No, young but fine upbringing......"

Hmm. Maybe that's a specification for my translation ability.

Anyway, the producer, Lübeu Zailain, is a former court man.

Nevertheless, there's no way I can say that to a smiling old man sitting across the street.

Besides, I was actually deeply upset about it for a completely different reason.

It was not a mental state that could be left to the futile luxury specifications of the Ponky Dictionary translation software in my head or the futile increase in favor from my grandfather in a sinister military uniform.

There is currently a piece of paper on the table in front of me.

The reason I'm upset is precisely this piece of paper.

I dropped my gaze on the pieces of paper on the desk, i.e. the numbers written on the bounty neck arrangements.

And with a slightly convulsive little voice, I read it out to make sure.

"Gold coins, 150 sheets…"

150 gold coins.

This figure is the amount of money that was hanging from a worm user named Isol Beuria, who has two names: "Sveri's Great Horse Land (by snack)".

In short, it is about an example rat-faced worm that our gore defeated in the woods.

This guy named Izol has done a lot of bad things in the past using bugs, and he seemed to be a pretty well-known villain in that muscle.

If you say so again, it is certainly a convincing fact.

Of this raider, as a person in this world on the ground, only that rat man boasted the incredible strength of a smash.

Until we figured out how to attack anyway, it was enough that even our gore was clumsy.

But that man, he doesn't usually use a lousy bug like a hundred pairs of soft shells (or something).

His two names, "The Great Horse Continent of Sveri", have already been mentioned.

I think Sveri's probably our place name, but the problem is behind it.

Yes, it's Yasde. It is not a “mukade”.

The rat man was originally using a big Yasde worm called Armored Horizon, just like those two names.

Thanks, for the similarity of these two methods of service: armored horse land and soft shell hundred feet, it seems that the mouse man was hired by the example masked man as the perpetrator of the raid.

In the first place, a hundred feet of soft shell seems to be an organism whose service and reproduction are otherwise totally prohibited by law as a dangerous species. Personal use, as well as use in warfare between states, is also "treaty" - the impression as far as listening is concerned that it is probably a glimmer of wartime international law - more NG.

This is a strict regulation of chemical weapons (poison gas) in the original world.

Is that the last record that Mukade used in the battle before this one more than thirty years ago for anything...

The point is, is the result of being forced to dope the villain, who was originally strong, with an illegal bug, that unusual strength, something like that?

The extent to which this area has been reached is a fact that is currently found by the prisoner's investigation.

Even so, there still seems to be a lot of uncertain facts about how the masked men could have gotten a lousy worm like a hundred pairs of soft shells.

…………

No, wait. I don't care now, like talking about pests and kinky masks.

More than that.

"150 gold coins, so...?

Again, the prize money on the neck of Sveri's Great Horse Land is 150 gold coins.

This whole thing enters my nostalgia as a crusader.

What exactly is the value of 150 pieces of gold coins?

Let's apply my formula for Japanese yen conversion to the appropriate different world currencies. If you set one gold coin in this world at 500,000 yen, 150 gold coins is approximately 75 million yen.

75 million yen…….

Nah, no hiccup...

Ugh, the amount is too big for nausea......

What the hell is all this money?

How many good sticks can you buy for 75 million yen?

As a supplement, the healing code (Chiyugi) currently in my bag is worth 520 million yen. From this point of view, 75 million yen might seem like an amount that you wouldn't even be comfortable with.

But that's a big mistake.

The healing rule is an important item I got from bald people, and given the feelings of the guy who gave it to me, it's a very unlikely item to sell due to my personality. That is, it would be worth 500 million yen, but 50,000 yen, more than impossible to redeem, but in the end, it doesn't actually make any difference. I'll just put them both in my bag and use them.

However, this prize is completely different from the healing rule.

The freely disposable income suddenly increases by 75 million yen.

You know what this means? I mean, 75 million yen... Ugh, shit. I would be nauseous and conspicuous again if I was calling for the amount......

This is crazy. This is absolutely crazy, this development.

The very fact that the rat man's bounty was so expensive, well understandable. When you think calmly, he could indeed have been as powerful an enemy as that.

But I can't solve this development.

All my current cash holdings are just five gold coins.

This amount of five gold coins has hardly increased or decreased since I traveled with Gore to the land of summonses.

Because in this other world, for some reason, there will be a series of forced hippo events to baldness and baba, not beauty. Unlike beautiful women, baldness and baba have a steady life force commensurate with the year. Therefore, I didn't have to worry about the cost of living.

For the rest of my life, I felt like I was going to live as a hippo with five gold coins.

The contents of such a completely airborne gold bag suddenly swell up here?

The day will come when I will be able to smile down my cheeks whilst hitting the golden coins with my palms?

Hmm, it's impossible.

I'm too suspicious.

It's too good a story.

I know. This world is never sweet to me.

Magic can only use the cuss attribute, it only has the ability to translate full of holes, and the only valuable combat ability, Magic Instruction, is instant arrest if used in public. Besides, for some reason, all around me are bastards, toddlers and old people. It is heartless with the reality of the other world.

That's right, there's no way we have such a good story. With only half a day's work, you made 75 million yen? Isn't it slightly over 10 million yen on an hourly basis?

Don't be ridiculous. Don't be a worker. I'm not fooled.

Sure, there must be some kind of trap.

A huge dark conspiracy, hidden behind a glowing golden coin.

... you've already noticed.

Hippo's life as a poor man in different worlds was totally on the board, and I was totally timid about my high cash income.

"Let me now proceed with the explanation…"

To the voice of the old soldier, I looked up frightened.

Yes, I was losing myself to a lot of money I wasn't used to, but I'm not done explaining it.

As a matter of fact, there are new reports coming up from my people.

That's what he says, he flips through the paperwork placed on the desk.

"I was a bowman who had died on the eastern farm road, but this man is an arranger named Gaz Ren of" Early Sacrifice. "Apparently, he used a pseudonym to work as an adventurer."

"... of premature sacrifice, Gaz Len?

Who is it?

Or, which bowman the hell is a bowman??

There are too many guys who have unleashed arrows on me this time, and I have no idea which one they're talking about.

"Hmm, don't you know Lord Dasai? Well, he's a criminal from the far ream clan. Let's see."

"... there are 40 gold coins on the neck of this' early sacrifice '."

Hey, what's good? No, no, no!?

20 Million Miscellaneous Fish not even remembered!?

"And there was probably one prize neck mixed up among the thieves you fought in the southern fields."

Huh!?

Still more!?

"This body is slightly damaged and will take some time to confirm... According to the testimonies of the captured thieves, it is likely that they are the famous man of that terrible bow, the" Triple Bow of Mount Erkt. "

Which horrible bow fame is that horrible bow fame??

Please, Grandpa, don't talk like common sense.

Leaving behind my wish that I don't understand the commentary at all, the old man takes the liberty of proceeding with the conversation.

"The sweepstakes amount for" Mount Elk's Triple Bow "has swelled in the past year and a half and will now be equivalent to 84 gold coins. So if we can confirm his body, Lord Dasai's total payout will be 274 coins."

The old man grinned.

"Nevertheless, this will be almost certain already. And, of course, depending on the progress of future investigations, there's a good chance that we'll get more money from here."

I was desperately doing my calculations in a cloudy consciousness.

Or multiply it. I need to do the multiplication I learned in elementary school.

One gold coin is 500,000 yen, that's 274 pieces. That means, uh, I mean...

500,000 x 274 = 137,000,000

137 million yen…….

"Oh, whoa, whoa..."

I'm no longer losing my word and returning to the primitive monkey. It doesn't matter how I look, the old man keeps going through the process.

"Now, may I ask you to sign this document? Lord Dasai is a senior member of the Sorcerer's Association, so if we can only confirm your membership card, the process will be complete."

I signed the paperwork as the old man said, and pressed my thumbnail.

And I was recently issued by the Society of Mages to confirm a card with silver letters shining on the example black ground.

Nevertheless, this membership card.

I was wondering about the trump card when I received my job from the police, but I didn't expect that first appearance to be the identification document for receiving 137 million yen...

------

The paperwork process ended so lightly that it clapped out.

I followed the tent of the battalion with Gore.

It should be noted that the prize money is not paid on this occasion.

After completing the various formal procedures at the bureau, it will be sent to an account for the members of the Association of Mages at a later date?

Or does that association have an account in my name or something? That's the first time I've heard of it...

"Hey buddy, we suddenly got rich..."

He looked back obliquely and spoke to Gore, who walked with him.

Her long elf ears move slightly to reply.

"Shall we move on to being bounty hunters with the two of us now? I don't care what you think. It's a messy business. I don't know. It's 100 million yen to take down the fish."

I joked and said so, and Gore's face suddenly approached me all the way.

Something unexpected. Her imminent red eyes emit a strong glow full of curiosity and longing.

…………

Ha. Thank you. I feel slightly different from the suggestion that you would be a bounty hunter.

This clumsily lifelong trick is rather close to what I do when I'm talking about the history of the Shogun of Edo or life in Japan.

Finally, here I come to think of something.

"Oh well. Don't you know the circle?"

The Gore guy, he was reacting to my word "100 million yen."

I'm sensitive to the information on this planet.

Acetu and Jambila are amused that I am intrigued by the culture of this world, but the temperature of Gore's eager gaze when he listens to my world is not comparable to that.

"A yen is... right, that's the unit of currency. Look, the gold coins in circulation in this country are also officially called Halemia positive gold coins, right? The point is, it feels like that..."

"- Nemaki, are you done napping?

"Duh, duh, duh, duh!?"

As I was about to start my social studies class with my dude and face, I accidentally jumped back in a stumbling position.

Grandma Tete was standing right behind me at some point.

"What are you doing, what the hell is that weird dance?

"Uh-oh! Hey, Grandma, you're not suddenly coming out behind my back every time without warning! It would be bad for your heart!

I yelled at Grandma Tete with tears in my face.

"Huh? I guess I just walked up to you normally. It's your fault."

…………

Yes, that was seriously at stake.

Almost, I was about to give Grandma Tete a Japanese social studies class.

Because the vigilant Gore was snuggling up with a rather sweet trick, he assumed that no one was listening to him around.

My buddy. If Baba, the monster more terrible than the Warcraft, is approaching from behind, tell me exactly that.

You are too alert to this Baba.

"... hmm"

Grandma Tete snorted in small dissatisfaction.

"That's good. I'm just finishing up my investigation of these thieves. I'm done here, and I'm coming home with you."

That's all Grandma said, walked out on the field road towards the main entrance.

Me and Gore followed suit.

While the three of us walked, I paced a little faster and lined up next to Grandma Tete.

"... Hey, Granny. That rat-faced worm... erm, Isol Beuria? Did they tell you anything new?

She sees me when I'm questioned.

"No, you can't. One key piece of information doesn't come out easily."

"Oh, my God, is that so... You're a surprisingly strong bunch of guys, but you looked weak."

"It's not like they're loyal or willing. I did an immediate and thorough (...) investigation. I guess the fact that I don't spit anything out about it really doesn't let me know one thing about the overall picture of the case. He doesn't really seem to know much about the identity of the masked man you defeated, and he didn't have any direct interaction with the strange worm that was dead in front of the temple forest except when he handed it over."

That's what Grandma Tete said, shrugging her shoulders.

"In the end, even" Sveli's Great Horse Land "Isol Beulia is the same as the elephant soldiers that surrounded the interior. For the enemy, it was just one of those disposable pawns."

"Right. Then again..."

After all, was it painful, as expected, to fail to extract information from the masked man of the main offense?

I kind of looked back at Gore walking diagonally back.

She's walking about halfway back between me and Grandma Tete right now.

My long ears are a little tight. You seem to be listening properly.

Although Gore doesn't normally show interest in the content of conversations with other people, she often listens to me and Grandma Tete seriously and exceptionally like this.

Thanks for this, it looks like I've been trying to listen to myself for the rest of my life instead because I get a lot of cane tapping without seriously listening to my grandmother.

To that proof, if you forget what your grandmother said and I'm playing with it, Gore often pulls her sleeve small, or pushes her body to desperately let her know.

What a healthy and bully he is.

...... yeah.

Let's not talk about the masked man's failure to catch him alive.

It is visible that Gore, who listened, feels responsible and badly depressed.

My partner's mentality is as good as sponge cake.

------

There is no particular conversation, and I walk silently down the field road.

The surrounding space was already dyeing the bright colors of dusk.

The vast harvested wheat fields and sunsets on one side create a beautiful orange sea.

Feeling like walking in such a quiet ocean plain was not a bad thing.

At this point, I realized there was a fuss.

"Is that it? No, isn't Debus with you? I don't see him anywhere."

Grandma Tete's partner doesn't have a strong brown golem.

"Oh. Clean it up. Something like that, 'cause I need a little work hand right now. Debus is going around to help you."

"Seriously. He's smart..."

Even my gore is smart, but I don't know because he's perfect for me and won't leave my side. I can't help anyone else.

Before that, if you let Gore work with someone else without me, there would be a 100 percent chance of trouble. The worst people die.

Nice, here's Grandma Debus.

Nevertheless, clean-up work......

In the wheat fields at dusk, I do not see the foster family as one. Everyone must have already finished working outside the fence and gone back inside.

"Did I end up missing out on fertilizer making while I was in the bounty process at the front office...... I did a shame."

"Example fattening, made by fermenting the carcasses of charcoal shellfish. You really like that."

"That giant turtle, is it called Charcoal Shellworm?

I see. When they said that, the outer shell was black and charcoal-like texture.

Charcoal would make a good fertilizer.

Even in the original world, the charcoal left over from the barbecue was often scattered in the home garden.

Me relaxing about a delicious BBQ.

Speaking of which, it's time for dinner. I ate pears earlier, but snacks are different bellies.

And, at this time, Grandma Tete next door said it was pompous.

"... Nemaki. How did you feel fighting that charcoal shellfish?

To a slightly lower and more serious voice, my thoughts were drawn back from BBQ to reality.

Anyway, you think it's what it feels like to have fought a turtle? Nothing in particular......

"How... That's just a mess, isn't it? of stopping personnel."

It shouldn't be the only special sentiment I've had about this. I wonder if all the golem users in there agree.

In the first place, fighting that giant turtle, there hasn't been a single casualty on the inside. That bug is much weaker than a common combat golem. And now, eventually, the extermination is complete without us.

"Just a miscellaneous fish, or... Yeah, I see. Go on."

"? Even if they tell you to keep going...... Well, I don't know what to say, but for that turtle, a golem is actually not so compatible with him? Those guys were duller in motion than heavy golems, and even the power of light golems had enough offense through them. It may be a horrible creature for a normal infantryman who can't do anything with a spear or a bow, but the ability of that worm to use a golem doesn't make any sense."

I finished expressing my feelings about the turtles as requested, and I was eager to hear Grandma Tete's reaction.

The questioner is listening to my answer in silence. I don't see anything in particular to say.

... Hey, Granny. Something's stuck.

I couldn't stand the silent hours any sooner, so I decided to give an overview of how the enemy's giant turtles operated.

"Er... I mean. This time the enemy was an expert when it came to worms and was acting in close operation. It's never a convenient bunch of idiots for us. I should have known beforehand about the compatibility of the turtle with the golem."

What this means is that even for the other party, that turtle was just a meat wall role.

"The enemy didn't have to break through the front gate, and I guess the bugs swarming the front gate didn't have to be those turtles. If it was a bug of strength enough to be able to get a head count and hold off the golem for a short time, wouldn't it have been anything? If things had changed according to the original enemy's plan, the battle would have been settled quickly after the introduction of 100 pairs of soft shells."

The situation where a hundred feet of soft shell with multiple heads are rampaged inside the fence is the only thing that makes it a decisive fatal hit for the inside. Only one head broke in and was in that condition. Had all six heads that initially existed appeared at the same time, they would have been ripped apart by the Zutazuta in an instant, such as the defensive mechanism inside.

After the resistance by the assembled golem is gone, even the large number of poisonous spiders of the example can be released within the walls.

Ninety-nine percent of the slaughter play should be done with that.

Perhaps at the end, a few handsome golem users will surely survive, but that's where the perverted mask bastard was going to freshen himself up in the finish.

That's what the guy in the game and comic book is going to do. I can easily imagine that sword wielding to show off with an obnoxious face that beats an understated opponent.

With this flow, it's long and 10 minutes before the defensive line inside collapses. It'll probably take less than an hour for all the inmates to die.

I mean, the phase where turtles and golems fight decently is only for the first few minutes at best.

"... rather from the time of battle required, the enemy could have stepped on it that the worn turtles themselves would barely occur"

I dared blur my words about the last blood-smelling speculation.

It's over. I don't even have to bother putting it in my mouth about this bad chest shit.

"... Hey, Granny. I told you what I thought. Do something about it."

Don't make me give you too serial commentary!! This kind of thing isn't a pattern, and all kinds of hearts and minds make me stand up and get tired!

I glanced at Grandma Tete, who was supposed to be walking next door, with protest eyes.

And at this time, I finally realized.

Grandma Tete is staring at this one with a flashing expression and solidifying.

"Oh, I'm surprised... You have other people's lives at stake. In an emergency, you turn your head surprisingly..."

"What?"

The old woman took a big sigh of relief at me.

"Ha-ha-ha... Even if you usually do this half, no, at least a fifth, you should get it right. Then I don't have to go through any extra trouble because of you..."

Hey, this is Baba. What are you talking about?

Or are you complimenting me or dis, make it clear!

"Hmm. But if you mean it, you can do it. I guess it's not good for Nemaki's education that Goletalu is usually too spoiled..."

"Hey."

I scratched my head with a slightly puffy face.

"Hey, Granny...... You bothered to ask me what I thought of the turtles to say that?

To that word, Grandma Tete turns to this way.

"No, I just wanted to try your opinion without preconceptions. Well, it was an unexpectedly close to full score answer, so I ate it properly."

"Doesn't close to full (...) mean full"

That's a shame.

"To be honest, besides, you can give me a full score. The reasoning you've built from only fragmented information on the battlefield is actually brilliant."

"Oh, wow."

Oh, my God, Grandma. Don't flatter me all of a sudden.

The area around your back will be swollen.

"You're right, charcoal shellfish is just a clutterfish for us golem users. But there are still facts about that bug that you don't know."

"Facts I don't know......?

If you noticed, me and Grandma Tete were stopping completely on the field road.

A tall granny slowly raised her face to fit my gaze.

"Hey, Nemaki. You gave instructions not to burn the carcasses of charcoal shellfish and bury them in the soil to fatten them, which is actually me.... Why do you think I bothered to give such instructions to everyone?

"That's because it's gonna be a great fertilizer, isn't it? Everyone was happy to say that."

"Right, that's right. So much so that there is an old anecdote about a flock of charcoal shellfworms dying and a forest coming from it. I'm pretty sure that's going to be excellent fattening. But that's not the only reason I didn't exceptionally incinerate that worm's carcass."

"... you can't burn (...) that bug, never. It has an absurd heat resistance to the outer shell, and is not even frightened by large-scale super-high temperature fire magic. In fact, there's only one way to dispose of the carcass that I can crush and bury with the golem."

"What, did..."

I didn't know that turtle had such special abilities.

But what's wrong with that? I don't know what it is to resist heat, but it would be the same if I punched him in the golem. In combat, I don't see it as an important element.

"Charcoal shellfish are rarely resistant to fire magic as worms. Besides, it's a precious insect with quite a few habitats. If you're just going to hit this place, you're not going to have to walk all over it."

Grandma Tete's expression is serious in itself.

"Granny, you've been acting a little weird since earlier. What the hell are you trying to say to me...?

Grandma Tete's hand stretched out all the way across my face of doubt.

Its fingertips point to the sky west of the Siddle Mountains, which is stained with sunset.

"On the western edge of this mountain range there is another famous inside the same size as this one"

"In the other...?

"Oh,“ in the burning valley. "It's called by name. It is a closed place ruled by a leading family of fire magicians for generations. The magicians in the other side have most of the fire magician lineage, and I don't want to use a proper golem for lineage. In short, it's the opposite of our inside."

Some of the fire magicians who came to the rescue this time are from Burning Valley. And my grandmother told me to add:

"If the thief had gone west like that, he would have hit the burning valley any day. And suppose, within that scorching valley settlement, a large swarm of charcoal shellfworms were avalanche -"

After coming here, I finally realized what she was trying to say, too.

"... the exact same situation should have happened inside the golem with 100 pairs of soft shells. And is that what you want to say? Granny."

"That's what happened. If some tactical finishing had been done with the Charcoal Bug at its core, the Burning Valley would probably have been devastated without a single"

"So, what is it? I mean, you think those turtles were supposed to be a force to attack down that scorching valley?

Something's getting bigger and bigger.

Weren't we talking about this incident, what would fit inside the Golem or in the southern harbour town?

"The story from here on out probably includes my guess..."

The glance of the old woman in front of her took on this moment as sharp as a raptor.

"- I see that the original purpose of the thief was to circle the mountains, destroying the small settlement at the foot of the Siddle Mountains like a lick."

I can only assume that from the circumstances. she said.

To the horrible conclusion she had drawn, I caught my eye.

"Hey, what's that..."

Destroy the whole mountain range?

That masked man was trying to imitate such a crazy thing?

But I have no idea why I have to do that.

"What the hell do you do that for...?

To my inquiry, the old woman shakes her head small.

"I don't know about that either. Sometimes I can't speculate... Honestly, I can't tell you anything, they're all too baseless."

"Right..."

I know, we've both been silent.

Now Grandma Tete's story had a verse in mind for me, too.

The conversation between the handsome worm users of the enemy, who eavesdropped during the battle using the sensory enhancement of the magic guide, was something like that, I think.

The words I could hear at that time were fragmented, and shortly afterwards they were killed by a masked man. In the ensuing series of furious developments, honestly the details of the detailed conversation have blown me out of my mind and so on.

But those handsome men did talk about something that would encode Grandma Tete's reasoning.

Yeah, they were talking. Something else. Something else.

"... Hey, Granny. Do you know the word" princess ”?

"Princess? What the hell?"

"Actually, I heard a thief killed in a broken company talking about that. I thought maybe the princess was involved in this case."

"Hmm. Princess, hey..."

Grandma Tete did a little thinking.

"But that's a word that means too much. From the daughters of royalty and clan lords, boxed daughters of numerous aristocrats and merchants, skilled witches and magicians, female swordsmen, and also the red dots of the mercenary regiment in the male belt. Even high-end whores and geishas... To the stupid men of the world. Ah, all the flowers blooming in the high ridge are princesses. There seems to be a distinct entity, and the fruit is an elusive call."

"Well, I knew it wouldn't be a clue..."

"It's one of the most valuable pieces of information, though. Keep it in your head."

Me and Grandma Tete walked slowly out of the field road again.

Gore follows us softly behind us in line.

During the conversation, Gore had been reading the air and doing this. Gore when only my grandmother and I are very good kids who do nothing wrong.

You worried about me, who had a serious look on his face, and Gore came up on his shoulder.

When they do this, the elf ear touches and tickles.

Are you after me? Gore's been touching me for the rest of his life. I tickled and accidentally laughed a little.

With a smile on my face, I looked back at a good old lady Tete as I put on Gore's cheek.

"... but let's be honest. I was relieved to find out that the enemy wasn't after this place."

"I agree with that. No matter who was behind the enemy, you could probably imitate it so many times. Of course, I've never been distracted before."

"Oh, no... no. That's not what I said. Actually, I was making a little mistake about this raid."

"Mistake? Well, what the hell?"

Grandma Tete looks up at this one with a small neck and a strange face.

I said that to her with a refreshing smile.

"Ha. No, I'm not. That the inside must have been raided as retaliation for that because my grandmother had resented someone for past evil deeds - or POWO!!!!?"

A blow from Baba's silent wand burst into my brain.

------

In the darkness, stars are starting to blink in the sky.

The sunset has already set, only to show the slightly reddish belt-like remnants on the western ridge.

"… so the era of $360 a dollar has finally come to an end"

I sat alongside Gore on the main gate, giving her social studies classes.

This is the closest place in the city to the sky.

I should have explained the Japanese yen at first, but the story derailed me along the way, and I realized that now, for some reason, I'm giving a commentary on the Vietnam War and Nixon Shock.

But Gore was listening to me seriously without abandoning me like that.

My partner is a really good guy.

This main entrance, the tallest building in the area, can be climbed by passing the ladder down to the lower part. But no one can come to this roof.

Me and Gore's, just the two of us.

I was watching Gore sitting next to me under the starry sky and listening to me, and I remembered something.

"I don't like it, Gore. The use of 274 gold coins in that prize money, but what the hell are we going to do?

This is the example of a 137 million yen gold coin that caused me to teach social studies classes on the gate.

Although I got the money, I don't really have what I want right now.

Is that it after all, or is saving the right thing to do in case of old age?

No, seriously. I'm not the one who directly defeated the rat man in the first place, so should I let Gore use the prize money to do it?

For once, some of those 274 gold coins are mixed with about half of the groceries' prize money that I defeated, but to be honest, they don't even seem to know when it was their prize money. I also think it's okay that all the prizes are in Gore's hands.

"Hey Gore, do you have anything you want me to buy for the prize money?

I asked, but Gore's reaction is thin.

My partner has been cheeky on my shoulder for a while now.

Apparently, rubbing my cheek on my shoulder is worth more than 137 million yen to this guy.

I've never known it was worth that much on my shoulder before.

"You're the same normal driving...... Ma, look. It's not like we're in a hurry."

My goodbye to Gore, come on. You should think about it.

I relaxed and looked up at the night sky while leaving my partner obsessed with marking my shoulders.

Is it because the air is so clear? I think every time I look up, the sky in this world is really beautiful whenever I see it. Different places, giving me different expressions.

I think both Lübeu Zailain, who tried to destroy a world that would show us such wonderful starry skies, and the masked man, who was only thinking of waging violence against the weak, are doing something sincerely stupid.

It would be much more meaningful to sit and watch the stars.

I dropped my gaze and watched the view of the inside as it widened beneath my eyes.

I can see its central vicinity glowing blurry and bright inside the darkness.

It's the light produced by a lot of pine lights and a lot of fireworks.

That's around where the inner assembly hall is, but everything is going to be in the square in front of the assembly hall tonight, and they're going to do a big meal act.

Meat and liquor had been transported out of the reservoir in large quantities earlier.

Many guests and others from the Mages Association are staying inside tonight. I'm sure everyone in foster care will gather in the square to talk about the battle during the day while drinking all night and making more noise.

Because people in this world seem to like outdoor festivals.

"... All right, then, buddy. It's time for us to have a nice banquet."

Speaking of meat, yes. It is a famous, edible beef from the Siddle Mountains.

The local liquor made inside is also quite delicious.

All right, I'm gonna drink and eat tonight. I'm looking forward to the BBQ party.