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

The lid of a large earthen pot was slowly opened.

Sawayatsuzu, the wine-stewed Sawayatsuzu from Sawako, the lunch menu of Oka.

Along with the standing hot air, it fills one side of the table with a lovely fragrance.

"Hey, is this Sawa-eighth... That's a lot bigger than I expected."

A long fish like eel (eel), simmered with vanilla and vegetables in an earthen pot. Although the shape does seem similar to that of a goatmeal, this guy is much larger in size than that in the original world.

There is more of a grand style like a large sea urchin than a sea urchin.

This one alone is too much for a family's main course.

Grandma Tete, sitting across from the table, said to me looking down at the strange fish in the pan.

"This is still about a third of the amount. I'll cut the rest of you up and put it in the grocery store, so I'll make sure you eat it in the rice cooker."

"Oh, isn't this the whole one? How big is it, Eighth Eye Sawa..."

The members of the lunch currently surrounding the earthen pot are me and Ponytail Gore and Grandma Tete and Acetu. And this is your guest, Jambila.

Also, Debus, a strong (frightened) golem, stands on his side as a competent service.

It looks like Acetu and Debas suddenly appeared, but they don't actually.

Seriously, they were in the kitchen all the time, helping Grandma Tete cook.

Unlike me, who slept on the front porch until nearly noon.

At this time, Jambila relaxed and opened her mouth as she peered into the large fish body in the pan.

"Hey Nemaki, you know what? This Sawa-eyed fish sucks blood by hitting its prey with a round mouth. Whatever it is, it's this size. They say a horse crossing the river is sucked into the eighth eye of the river's bottom and collapses with anemia."

"Seriously. It's frightening, Sawa-eighth..."

Grandma Tete added a further explanation for me.

"Instead of horses, this guy gets hit by humans every once in a while. Nemaki, you are particularly stubborn, so be careful when passing through the riverside of Sawa-eyed habitat."

"Hey, what's that? It's too awesome, Eighth Sawami..."

Me frightened by Grandma Tete and Jambila's fish commentary.

The image of Sawahachi in my brain is becoming more and more of a monsterfish.

In the seat next to me trembling with fear, Gore slices Sawa-eye into small plates into bite-sized pieces.

The figure is no longer that of a mother who takes full care of her baby's diet.

I tried a slice of the beautifully cut Sawa-eyed body.

The moment I contain it in my mouth, the refreshing smell of fluffy vanilla and wine falls through my nose.

Yeah. This, I can do pretty good.

Due to its dusty flesh, it has a very strange texture, like the middle between fish and meat. If you bite it all the way inside, it occasionally has a toothpick like an elastic cartilage.

This strangely distinctive feeling on my tongue is going to be kind of a habit.

Me eating Sawa-eye in a good mood when I'm puffy.

It should be noted that until earlier, the memory of being frightened by the phantom of the monsterfish of terror has been completely forgotten.

"Delicious, this fish"

"Don't you think? I don't know. I don't know. It's textured."

"Is this, like, a fancy fish?

"Hmm, what do you think? Maybe it's closer to country delicacies than simple luxury fish. They're made of sperm, and they feed the sick."

"Yeah...... Hey, Granny. But you're gonna cook the rest of your body, right? Let's do that cooking tonight."

"Oh, my God, I'm in the middle of eating right now. You want to make the next call? Damn, you're too fast."

The three of us were chatting noisily and putting the pot on, and I saw the acetu boy present with me.

The wheat-skinned pure boy hasn't spoken a word since before lunch began.

Meal hands tend to lag behind.

The face stares pompously at Gore's rear hair, which has become a ponytail.

Maybe this is the normal reaction.

After all, the sudden change in Gore's hairstyle must have been a big departure from the common sense of golem users.

I can no longer help but expose myself to everyone in the mansion, but as Grandma Tete said, I thought once again that the tie of Gore should be removed outside.

That, the ponytail gore in question......

Since I've noticed Acetu's gaze, I've pretended and pretended to be a ponytail, as if showing off my tie strings to Acetu.

Pretend, pretend. It's like a pendulum.

Too much swing.

For Gore, it is rare to behave badly during meals.

A provocative deep red gaze is thrown towards Acetu, as if he had won from time to time.

What the hell are you doing, this guy...

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After lunch, Jambila went out for reconstruction work inside.

Restoration of buildings and walls destroyed in battle will begin this afternoon.

I heard during the banquet last night that, thanks to the large number of golems inside, the restoration of the house itself is expected to be over soon.

Originally, the number of houses destroyed itself is not very high.

The people whose houses have been completely destroyed will be staying at someone else's house for a while. However, since every mansion in this area is big in vain and has a large number of rooms, it doesn't seem inconvenient where to stay.

Besides, folks, he didn't look so depressed.

Some were laughing that they were going to rebuild their homes to two floors.

Basically, the idea is that people here can rebuild their homes even if they're broken. The distinctive lightness of Nori around here also seems to come from the subtle difference in values from the world I was in.

I wonder if it also has anything to do with the loose concept of ownership of land and other real estate......?

Anyway, I think it's a really positive and nice thought.

Rather, it is the construction of the walls that surround the interior that is likely to take time.

Although walls like the stubborn fence in the example were not broken by the enemy, some worm raids have damaged them.

As we repair this guy, there's talk of renovating and strengthening it.

Anything new, the fence seems to be a type of object that stretches deep underground so that it can counteract insects entering from the ground like a hundred pairs of soft shells.

Last night at the banquet the old men were drinking and getting a lot of excitement over how to power up the fence.

Don't get more and more like a fortress, in here.

Honestly, I don't even think such a monster is going to hit me again...

"... I wonder if there's anything I can do to help. Carrying loads, painting walls."

I shrugged small as I walked into the garden toward the house.

Behind the diagonal, Gore walks quietly.

Today, I don't have any plans for this afternoon.

I had a tough fight yesterday, so can I take a rest? Even Grandma Tete couldn't tell me what to do.

Neither is studying or practicing letters rarely told to do it today.

"If you ask around Jambila, he might assign you some proper good work... Gore, why don't we put our faces on the work site for a second?

Speaking so, Gore swung the ponytail pretentiously.

You're as tense as ever, buddy.

I'm very motivated.

"... more. But before we go out, shall I untie that ponytail? It's not good when people see you outside the mansion."

For the record, the word "ponytail” usually seems to go through the translation.

Well, come to think of it, it's a simple haircut with a lot of people doing it in this world, both men and women, and this may be natural to say so.

I reached behind my hair trying to untie Gore.

Gore moved the trunk much smoother.

My hand, which was trying to grab the tie, cuts the sky in vain.

…………

Reached out again.

Then the hand grabs the air.

"Gore, let's just sit still"

Reach out.

Do.

"... Gore, Seriously (Stay)"

Do.

No, you can't.

This guy, he's dodging it.

I thought it might be a coincidence that once before lunch, I was caught trying to untie myself.

He said that maybe Gore just moved his face.

At that time, I didn't have to hurry up and untie the tie, and sometimes it was just before the meal at the right time, leaving confirmation behind me.

But there is no longer any doubt that we are here.

Gore's one, obviously dodging.

This is a really bad situation. When she seriously goes into avoidance, I and others can't untie it for the rest of my life.

"... it's your wife's hand. Don't feel bad."

I grabbed Gore's shoulder lightly with my left hand.

Hold her still and secure her body.

A little forceful, but I can't help it.

At the end of the day, if you embrace and suppress me, Gore won't be able to resist me. This is the quickest way.

The stretched right hand reached Gore's smooth ponytail lightly.

Fingertips touch lightly on red strings with small flower embellishments.

"Well, all you have to do is take this off of him -"

But that's where my movements stopped.

Gore's long ears are slowly lowering and his eyes are starting to stain blue.

"Become...!?"

You, enough to cry?

You don't like it enough to cry?

You don't want to take this string off so badly, do you?

As you know, Gore doesn't have the personality to use his tears for a run with me.

It's more of a very nasty personality guy who always puts up with desperate crying because he knows I'm gonna be badly wolf.

The gore is about to burst into tears.

From the bottom of my heart, I really don't want to take it off.

I'm sure this guy wants to take a walk outside the mansion with me in a ponytail and show everyone in it a tie.

In front of Acetu or Grandma Tete or Jambila, as I was happy to do so.

But wait, buddy.

No matter how sweet I say to you, I can't allow that on a boulder.

No, but...

Forcing me to take the strings from Gore...

To me...

Gu, gu...

"... be calm and think about it, you just get in the way of amateurs going to the work site. I'm a big man in the house today, let's practice the letters."

I gave up going out at the end of my misery and made up my mind to pull myself home.

Yes, it is a complete advance of the problem.

------

Not a single step out of the mansion grounds, the night came.

"Time to go to bed..."

As I fell asleep in bed, I slammed my reading book shut.

Wear a thin cloth for brightness adjustment on the lighting magic fixture on the pillow to lighten up the room.

The entire bedroom was engulfed in blurry soft darkness.

It's about as bright as a bean bulb.

This thin light also disappears in a matter of hours if left alone.

Speaking of which, Gore's one, what do you do with ponytails when you sleep?

I wondered how she was.

Gore, who had read the book next door until earlier, has already stepped out of bed like this.

Moving to the fuzzy Gore bed I made out of a blanket, she pulled a pair of black shoulder bags on hand.

He then untied his back hair and untied the tie.

Then, after staring at the tied string for a while, he slipped into the bag looking important.

My black shoulder bag is freely used by Gore. Anyway, this guy is a demon prop of the temporal attribute, so there's room for too much capacity for both of us to use.

What about me and Gore's shared valuables?

That said, it's the same as having very little personal belongings of Gore.

When it comes to Gore's things in the bag, yes... Will there be a few soft superior wipe cloths and then about a sewing set?

There you go today. There will be more of these red tie strings.

Anyway, the Gore one, he seems to have surprisingly stopped being a light ponytail.

I sighed a little.

Thank you, honestly. When I was left wearing a tie like that, I was just totally in good hands.

Relieved I closed my eyes and fell asleep quietly.

Morning came.

Open your eyes lightly in the refreshing morning sun.

Nearby deep red eyes staring at me.

Whoa, close to your face!?

Oh, what the fuck...

"Hey, good morning, Gore. You're doing well today..."

As always, say hello to your partner, who has a crush on you. It is no longer a routine event every morning.

I checked Gore's back hair at the edge of my vision.

It's the usual, lowered, natural sausage straight hair.

It's not a ponytail.

Good. Dangerous ponytail time is over.

I smiled relieved.

But shortly after this, Gore began to get out of bed with his morning greetings there.

Unusual behavior.

Usually this morning's staring ritual isn't supposed to end until I push Gore over and get out of bed.

I kind of have a bad feeling about it.

Next to me sipping a spit and watching how things were going, Gore drew the shoulder bag he had on his pillow to hand.

"No way..."

I had a bad feeling about it.

Gore removed the red tie from the bag, looking important.

Put it on the palm of your hand and look happily at Gore.

After indulging in the string form for about a minute, she suddenly began to sneak up and put her hair back up with both hands.

By the red and adorable tie string, the white back hair becomes a beautiful bundle.

- Ponytail time, it's a continuation.

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Then several times, the sun sets and the morning sun rises repeatedly.

A peaceful afternoon has also arrived today.

"Ku, damn...... How the hell did this happen..."

In the corner of a wide hallway in Grandma Tete's mansion, I hold one head and groan.

In the kitchen peeking from the hallway, you can see Gore's back cooking with pleasure.

Is it the stewed vegetables or something from the smell that I am making now?

Whenever she stood in front of the cooking table shaking her body small in an upbeat mood, its white, smooth bundle of back hair was shaking adorably with a touch.

It's finally been a week since Gore stayed ponytailed.

I've tried many different methods since then, but I haven't been able to take the tie from Gore in the end.

Gore's obsession with strings is unusual.

It's like the best treasure in the world that matters more than life. I've been guarding it for twenty-four hours at all costs, so there's no such thing as a gap to sneak up on.

I also tried to convince Gore in words several times, but this also ended up in jail.

It's not like Gore won't listen to me.

My partner listens to my words properly. So when I explain why I have to untie you, I listen seriously and give you a look like I'm convinced for a moment.

But when she tries to take away the strings, her eyes start to stain blue.

In short, yes.

Even though Gore is convinced with his head, his mind is not convinced at all.

Gore is an emotional creature.

I'll explain the situation.

Gore, convince.

Me, I try to take the string away with confidence in the way it looks.

Gore, I can't stand it. I'm about to cry.

Me, it hardens.

It is a repetition of this in extension.

In addition, there is another major problem. Unlike usual this time around, in that Gore is unusual and hasn't bothered anyone.

Because of that, I can't get out strong either.

That's right. Gore hasn't been killing anyone this time, and he hasn't been attacking anyone. Very rarely.

Gore just bought me a tie.

Be a ponytail. Praised.

I'm just trying to be happy.

You want me to mercilessly take that happiness away from my innocent partner?

Mm, I can't.

This mission is too difficult for me.

Damn, whoa, whoa!

If I were so often the owner of a cowardly spirit so mildly that I could forcibly snatch a string from a crying gore, things wouldn't have gotten screwed up so far!

I haven't stepped outside the mansion in the past week.

Trying to get out of the grounds, even the ponytail gore, because it hiccups like a chicken and happily follows me back......

Now I'm a complete drag.

Because I've been stuck in the house all week, my studies went super far, and the letters that were shitty improved considerably.

I am grateful to Gore for that.

Thankyou, buddy.

"But you can't stay like this forever on a boulder. Grandma Tete's gaze hurts every day..."

I left the kitchen alone and started walking down the long corridor.

Anyway, not the way it is. I need to think of some new way to open it.

Walk the beautiful corridors of brown wood as you conjure up a nagging idea.

Just around the corner I was close to bumping into someone standing there.

"Oops."

He stops in a hurry and raises his face.

In front of him stood a luxurious boy with wheatskin. It's acetu.

"Sorry Acetu, I've been doing some extra thinking"

The boy's emerald-colored eyes stare up at my face, who apologizes mildly.

"... your brother's thoughts, after all, are you referring to the tie of Goletalu?

"Hmm? Yeah, you're right. That's a bad idea if you don't take it off. I've been wondering if there's any way I can convince Gore to do it right."

"Did you come up with any good ideas?

"Sadly, I can't think of anything at all..."

Acetu gave me a faint grin when I dropped my shoulder without force.

It is the face of a kind sister who is good at watching her neighbor's elementary school students.

"Hehe. I thought that would happen."

"No, no, it's not every laugh. This one's serious... Come on, when are we going to be able to pull this off?"

Suddenly, Acetu grabbed my arm and pulled it all the way to the corner of the hallway.

It's a little small space in front of the hand wash.

This space is only big enough for one person to get through, so it's a little cramped when you two go in like this.

"What's the sudden matter, Acetu?"

"Hey, I was hoping you two could talk to Himitsu."

In dim darkness, Acetu's green eyes bear a strong light.

Ever since I woke up as the protagonist in the battle the other day, Acetu has occasionally started to create this kind of oddly tricky atmosphere.

Kids grow up fast these days. Your brother misses a little.

"... I know how to successfully untie Goletalu."

"What?"

"Really. I was going to leave Goletalu alone. But my nemaki brother has a troubled face every day, because it's hard enough to watch... Only this time, I thought I'd give you a help ship."

"Ho, is that true? Please, if you have any hands, let me know!

Desperate for me, I shook both hands of Acetu so I could stick around.

Then the boy blushed somewhat and blinked a few times.

And I coughed small, and then I nodded.

"... the point is, you just have to communicate your brother's will straight"

"Straight, huh? I feel like I've been trying to convince Gore straight before, but can't that be it?"

"To the Golem, it's important to communicate the instructions clearly and concisely."

"Clearly, concisely…"

No, the first disposable golems I made in the basin shortly after the summons didn't move either, unless it was a concise order.

After all, does communicating with the Golem also need to be as simple as the basics with dogs?

Nevertheless, it is an explanation that does not obtain one single procedure. Specifically, what the hell am I supposed to do?

Acetu kept saying things to me.

"The requirement that Brother Nemaki wants to tell Goletalu, I mean, what?

"I mean, uh... I suppose you want me to remove the tie, at least in places where people are in danger of seeing the ponytail."

"That's a long time. Just the first half."

"When it comes to the first half, is that the part where you don't want everyone around you to see ponytail?

"Yeah, there. Maybe I'll change my mind a little later."

"How to say it??

"The point is, you don't want anyone to see a ponytail."

"Well, in short, I guess so"

"I'll repeat it, brother Nemaki. Audio instructions for the golem must be clear and concise. There's a risk of misdirection, and the golem isn't human. The instructions are clear and concise. Why don't you repeat it?

"The instructions are clear, concise…"

Acetu pinched his mouth sharply.

"Because the golem is not human, is it missing?

"Please, the golem is not human, so the instructions are clear, concise..."

"Yes, well done"

Acetu's thin finger touched my cheek as it stroked.

"I mean, Goletalu tells me..."

Cherry lips slip through the tip of your nose.

Covert ear exhalation tickled my earlobes sweetly.

Taking comfortable advice from a brilliant expert, Acetu, I rushed out the long hallway to the kitchen with Gore.

I'll do it. I'll do it.

I was kind of in a weird brainwashing mood along the way, but anyway, if Acetu did what he said, it's likely he could lead this long and painful ponytail war to an end.

About ten meters down the hall, I remembered that I was too anxious to thank Acetu. I look back in a hurry.

"Thanks for the advice, acetu. I owe you!

In front of the corner of the hallway, Acetu waved small.

"Hehe, I'm glad I could help you, too. But -..."

- But there's one thing about this, because it's a loan (...). and Acetu's thin grin-shaped mouth moved loosely in the backlight as it plugged through the hallway window.

"Oh, of course! I will definitely pay back my debts. If this works, I'll do you one favor in return."

I smiled and swore and ran out to the kitchen behind the hallway again.

It's a simple and gentle acetu thing, so I'm sure even if it's a favor, I'd like some dough around the corner at best.

More than that, I'm gore now.

Wait, buddy!

The Ponytail curse on you will definitely be broken by me!

------

"Gore, listen to me!

I rushed into the kitchen with a full dash.

Gore, who had shown his back and was headed for the pot, reacted to my voice and turned around. I could see the ponytail tremendously twitching as my face moved.

"its ponythe...... ruoooooo!?"

Too much momentum was gained by the dash, and I caught my foot in a cage (basket) of vegetables that were loaded at the entrance to the kitchen.

"duh duh duh!?"

Stay calm and fall to the front.

Vegetables like carrots, vegetables like potatoes, bounced off by my kick, dance through the universe flashly one after another.

It is a major accident in no time.

It was my body sticking out of my head on the floor, but stopped fluttering right in front of me.

"Oh, sorry Gore..."

When I realized it, Gore was taking my body kindly.

When did this guy move in next to me? I didn't see anything. It's a whole moment of travel.

She's cleverly supporting my body with her left hand, while removing the vegetable crumbs that got on my head with her right hand.

The ponytail, dancing flashly in the aftermath of the trip, drooped all the way back to normal.

With all the sickness I've had so far, my breathing is still rough.

Damn, Grandma Tete's mansion hallway is too long for nothing.

But I don't care about that now. I didn't catch my breath, I grabbed Gore's shoulder vigorously and disappointingly.

"Ha, ha... Gore, we need to talk about something important."

Gore, whose shoulder was suddenly grabbed by me with a rough breath running blood, is stunned and his eyes are squeezed.

Speaking of which, when the hell did this guy start showing his moments in front of me like this?

I feel like I didn't blink in the first place.

Beautiful double eyelids (eyelids) with long, neat eyelashes.

I looked firmly at the deep red eyes with their beautiful frames and gentle light.

And spinned the word with prayer.

"Gore, I..."

- I want to keep your ponytail to myself.

A moment's pause.

Shortly afterwards, Gore's rosy eyes open wide.

The carrot leaves she was pinching made a puffy noise and fell to the floor.

………… Hey, Gore. "

Something's wrong with Gore.

Her pupils remain open and her body shows no signs of movement at all.

Why, I told you what Acetu advised me to do.

"Hey. You okay, hold on tight"

As he tried to shake Gore's shoulder, which was stiffening with a shake, a loud sound of boiling water and a bowl echoed in the kitchen.

Look, the pan that's left on fire is starting to spill.

"Bad."

I rushed over to the pot and tried to put out the fire.

At this time, the running knee fell.

Gore grabbed my sleeve and pulled me in, hugging me.

Strong force to grab the sleeves. Gore is terribly excited.

"What? Hey Gore, what are you doing? Wait, the pan fire...!

I tried to speak up, but her eyes staring at me were so moist and subtly out of focus. It's kind of like you're dreaming while you're awake.

How about this? Maybe my voice hasn't arrived.

The Gore one, completely oblivious to me.

"Hey, Gore! Pot, pot! Fire!"

Me trying desperately to get to the cooking table while Gore hugs me.

Gore clings to me diligently and tries to obstruct my unconscious path.

Her powers are gracious enough not to hurt me, not so strong. I can shake it off enough in the sense of simple power. But shake it off or shake it off, it hugs me instantly, so I'm not kidding at all. From the excited Gore's sleeping moves, it's virtually hard to get out.

The civil strife between us is heating up, and at the same time, the pan is heating up more and more, spraying and spilling.

"Hey, the pot sucks! I mean, you made the dishes, though!

Vegetables scattered on one side of the floor. A pot that sprays smoke while vibrating violently. Me and Gore pushing chairs and desks and fighting for our lives. The kitchen is full of catastrophes.

What the hell is this? How did this happen?

I shook my voice and cried in tears.

"So, somebody, somebody help me. Yeah!

------

I'm going to talk about the upside after that.

The fire was still prevented by the hands of Grandma Tete and Acetu, who rushed to hear the screams.

I got my ass slapped by Grandma Tete as a punishment for vandalizing the kitchen.

It is no longer in style beauty.

By the way, I'm the only one getting slapped in the ass.

But when I get slapped in the ass, my accomplice Gore also takes too much mental damage on his own to guide me too far. I think it's a really well done yummy system.

Then I joined Gore and the two of us did a friendly punitive sweep until evening.

A peaceful day in the Golem thus slowly went down.

… although this is for the record.

After one incident in this kitchen, Gore happily began to untie the ponytail from himself when he went out in public.