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

"Is that it? I can't find Munchen anywhere..."

At Grandma Tete's mansion away, I was looking around the room.

Gore, his partner's golem, is going to his mother's house.

I'm the only one in this distance right now.

Thus alone in a quiet room, I was just about to relax and start my afternoon studies......

... but I can't find my favorite town from earlier.

I should have left it on the stationery, but where did it disappear?

My literary town is a round stone, shaped like a big, earthy egg.

Eh, what the hell was that stone...

Oh, yeah. I remember. It's the stomach stone of the ancient dragon that I knocked down before!

That stone is somehow stable without rolling wonders, and the weight feels good there. So I always use it as a literary town when I study.

"I have plain trouble without that... What can I do without?"

Though somewhat of a handy stationery, well, blah blah, the same is true of the crap that was originally just picked up. It's like trying to sell it in a store doesn't make it worth it.

I don't remember bringing it out of the house in the first place, so if you let it go, I'm sure it'll come out of somewhere sometime.

I stopped searching for a mandarin and lowered my back in front of the mandarin by the enclosure.

Afternoon studies are a daily routine.

I also practice letters indispensably.

Well, watch me.

"My name is Nemaki Dasai. He's a smart, cultural, feminine hot guy...... all the time"

I wrote a pen introducing myself to the paper on the desk.

"All right, I got it."

While I'm at it, what a brilliant letter.

It is definitely improving. You can say that you are no longer nearly the same as the locals. Behold, I grow every day!

"For the first time in this improvement, there will be a beautiful signature on the contract from now on..."

I was happy with the letters I had written well before, and at this point I looked small at the lid.

I kind of feel my leg hurt a little right now.

Subtly tickled.

Does it hurt or itch?

It's like a puppy grabbed me when I just had baby teeth.

What the hell is that? I saw my own leg under the stationery.

"What? What is this?

... lizards.

A lizard is chewing on my leg.

It's a lizard about the size of a kitten, with a black color that darkens the soil.

"Why are there lizards in the house...?

I ate it for a moment but immediately reconsidered it.

Even in the original world, in the countryside, yamori were entering houses all the time. This place is surrounded by nature, so I may have strayed from somewhere.

The air was delicious, so I left the windows open.

Besides, if you think of wildlife and insects by the standards of this world that are big for nothing, it can be considered a minimal organism that is completely common sense, such as lizards of this magnitude.

Green iguana is bigger.

"Kako lizard, it hurts subtly from just now, and it sucks..."

I pinched and lifted the lizard's root, which kept biting my leg sweetly.

At this time, I had eyes for lizards.

My black eyes are tickling.

"Oh, my God, this guy. You had horns growing a dozen years ago."

On the lizard's head, a few protrusions grow like rounded corners ahead.

Yeah, one, two...

It looks like three bottles are growing.

No, if you look closely, you've got two more little outings. Assuming these also count, do you have five projections in total?

Well, I don't care about that.

And this guy, he's kind of oddly ill-advised.

You look desperate trying to fight me, moving your hands and feet short and tiny.

Nevertheless, it's about the less intelligent wildlife. Naturally, I forgive the broad-minded.

With the lizard hanging in his hand, he put his hips up to let him escape even in the garden.

"Stay!

Something hit my forehead.

What...?

When I looked at the floor, a little bit of stone rolled over the tip of my pinky finger.

"What the hell?... Stay! Stay!

On the forehead, a stone spot like a bean grain hits the pepper.

Look in the direction the bean grains flew in, but there's only the dirt wall on the front door.

No, looking closely - on the wall, particles of dirt clustered.

From the walls where the particles are gathered, the bean grains are well fired.

The bean grain hit my forehead beautifully as it was.

"Stay!... Isn't this a dirt magic guide?!?"

Who the hell is flying this stuff?

There must be no one else in this room right now but me and the lizard.

That means, no way, this lizard is flying soil made bean grains?

When I look at the lizard I'm pinching up, he looks proudly good at winning.

I looked familiar with this look.

When he was just summoned, he was the face he had seen scattered around the land of dirt in the east.

Yes. It is the nostalgic look of the winning monkeys when they use their magic guidance to fire stone bullets.

Definitely.

100% of these lizards are the ones who flew the bean grains...

Is this lizard, the Warcraft, that you are using magic guidance?

Compared to monkeys, even the same earthly beast of warcraft is a pale pomegranate.

I'm suspicious that you can even defeat Alinko there with this soybean grain of soil.

"In this Zako plethora, you could be eliminated naturally soon...... But it's also a strict wild code. Live hard, at best."

I grabbed the lizard's root and opened the front door.

And he unloaded the lizard on the dirt at the garden tip.

A lizard with a slight buttock is looking up at me.

Farewell, live strong.

As soon as I looked back to go home, a bean grain hit the back of my head.

"Kuah! Kuah!"

Lizards are ringing. Turn around, it feels like.

Ignoring him, he entered the front door and tried to close the door. Looking right back, what a lizard is about to come in the front door about me.

Dangerous, I almost got pinched at the door by accident.

I opened the door I was about to close.

"No, I'm sorry... We already have a big dog. I can't have any more pets. Besides, I'm terrified of my landlord Baba here. You, if they find you, they'll definitely take you to the health center."

I crouched on the front door and gently whispered lizard.

The black lizard feels like a necklace, looking at my face.

"You got it? Go home to the woods... WOW!?"

On his forehead, a bean grain hit him.

This…….

This fucking lizard yeah ~ ~ ~!

If this guy is out lousy, get on with it...!

What a low intelligence fucking lizard!

Or, just now, it hurts so subtly. No matter how weak the Pokémon attack is, it won't hit, and it's about as damaging as a conservative bean.

"Hey, come on, or I'll get mad at you, too, inferior creature. Just go back to the woods... stay! Stay!

Lizards firing bean grains at me twitch their eyes and look at them. I really miss the look on those monkeys' faces.

But you, you're totally screwing with me, aren't you?

I'll tell you what. I'm a warcraft opponent of the earthly attribute, and I'm the "Magic King” who boasts a completely cheesy invincible performance with absolute counter-attack ability. Blah, it's the worst compatible thing for you.

The lizards on the dust and face are again starting to concentrate particles of soil.

I put my right hand around it.

"... it's been a long time since I've used this move."

Look, my first and most powerful special attack. Subjugate magic attacks of all earthly attributes and use them as your own hands and feet, the nightmare moves of the Magic King.

"- (NTR)!"

Bean grains produced by lizards for the rest of their lives are instantly discolored to black.

All right, control's done. That's an easy win.

Now this bean grain is completely under my control.

All we have to do is manipulate this bean grain, poke the lizard around properly, and let it go back to the woods.

"Huh. See, you fucking lizard? Get ready for some moxibustion, all right?

I saw the lizard as I said it.

The lizard stares at the black-stained bean grain, with a look of fear and despair.

Warcraft is when they take over their guidance, they all lose their will to fight with this face.

Up to this point it's within our assumptions......

"... hmm?

I smashed my neck.

I don't know, it's weird how lizards look.

The lizard is rounding his little back and short tail, causing him to tremble violently as he wriggles his entire body.

It's too unusual to be frightened. This is a little crazy.

Once upon a time I took control of the earthly demon guide from many monkeys in the land of temptation. Indeed, all warcraft deprived of their guidance change their expressions (...) to fear. But I've never seen a guy like this little lizard react to excessive fear that makes his whole body tremble like cramps.

Or did you just activate the NTR? I haven't even manipulated the bean grains that took control and chased them around.

You won't have to freak out so far.

"You're a little too frightened...?

If you look closely, the tickling eyes of a tiny black lizard are wet in tears.

My peeking eyes and the lizard's eyes looked up.

At this moment, the lizard completely lost his hips and walked into the spot.

"Oh, hey! You okay?!?"

I panicked and woke up a lizard.

But lizards only grow smaller and tremble weakly.

Shit, what the hell...

I may have overdone it without being very popular with helpless wildlife opponents......

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Approximately an hour later.

I had lizards on my lap, practicing letters in silence.

Weakened lizards are quiet round their knees.

These days I'm not practicing simple letters, I mainly do things like writing exercises. This is how I write the contents of the book designated as Grandma Tete on paper.

It is a meaningful educational curriculum that will also be a non-letter study.

In the first place, the letters themselves have already improved to a level that is not a problem for use, so it's like finishing practice on how beautiful they can be written later.

By the way, the book I'm writing right now is a book with content like epic poetry. In one book, there are multiple short stories of various kinds.

I decide to write it down at the pace of one story a day. I can't help it enough.

Well. The title of today's story is......

“The Virgin Who Throws the Rubble"?

"I see, the story of the Virgin... Yeah, times are still cute female protagonists. Nobody wants to read a story about a bastard."

I began to move my brush as I murmured the truth of such a supremely natural world.

Holy Virgin throwing debris.

Here's the big frame of the story.

In one place, there was a woman with strange powers.

Its power is the ability to throw stone crushes.

The stone she throws is a hundred shots. It will never come off.

This raucous young brunette shows up sneaky and sudden from somewhere one day and begins to travel all sorts of land by herself.

She had not only strange powers, but tender hearts, wisdom and courage. Defeat the bad guys with stone crushes, or exorcise the big monsters.

After she goes by, people's smiles are always overflowing.

Since when did she become known as the Virgin?

But there is a tragedy at one point. The Virgin was not the only one with strange powers.

The rubble-throwing Virgin has been killed by the despicable trap of an ice-breathing man.

"... what the hell is this," Ice Mist Spitting Man ”? You suddenly appear in the story without any context, and it's too bad to take the villagers hostage and kill the main character."

I sighed heavily as I read the book.

And I stuck it at my desk as it was.

"Or the Bad End..."

Hard.

There is no salvation.

Well, even in the original world, there was a lot of talk about old discourses and things like the hero Tan that would have an unreasonable bad end if viewed from a modern perspective like this.

It's not uncommon, though.

But I wish the sweet Virgin would have been happy......

Somehow, I got a little distracted.

I put my brush down and stretched as I sat down.

Looking casually down, the tiny lizard is still round on his knees.

His hips, which had fallen completely out, seemed like it was time for his strength to come back. From now on, he's chewing my clothes sleeves on the ravine and sweet bite.

Looking at the little lizard, it smelled good from the side enclosure.

The cake that was warming up in the enclosure looks deliciously swollen.

"Oh, it looks like we're about to have some cake."

This rice cake is a rice cake in the inner cake that has been refined to look like an example potato.

My kind partner, Gore, left me with a look in advance so that I wouldn't feel like I was studying.

I picked up the hot rice cake on the skewer and ate it blown cold.

Yeah, it's slightly sweet and excellent.

"Kuah! Kuah!"

Lizards on my knees are ringing.

If you look at it, you see the cake and you're letting your mouth pound all your life.

"... you, maybe you want some cake?

Do lizards in this world eat cakes?

I shredded the cake into small pieces to try and carefully blew it cold before bringing it closer to the lizard's mouth.

Lizard did the smelling trick.

And I started eating cakes with Mucha Mucha.

"Hey, don't eat too fast. It might get stuck in your throat."

Then I ate three cakes with a lizard.

It should be noted that as a noble culturalist, I do not feed wildlife.

But this time it's a case of protecting weak, immobile animals. Naturally, it is not covered by the feeding ban.

Still, I don't feel like I've been able to study much today because I'm tangled up in lizards, or because lizards tear cakes apart all the time to feed me.

Blah, blah, blah. To the extent that I did a little writing practice first, I've been eating lizards and cakes the rest of the time. Primary school students today will certainly be doing more studying than me and others today.

But I have no choice.

Sometimes in life there are days like this.

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"... well. Then it's time to get this lizard back into the wild."

I grabbed the lizard's root and walked out into the garden.

Lizards are moving their hands and feet and showing resistance.

But I ignore it and move on.

He passed by the young trees of the cranberry apples planted beside the remote doorway and went out to the garden.

As a precious food shortly after the summons, the cranberry apple that connected my life. These young trees are examples of germinated seeds that were previously preserved.

This plant is apparently a fairly fast growing variety.

By the time I came to the Golem and planted the seeds, but by the time I returned from my trip to the clan capital, they had germinated. By the time the thieves attacked us the other day, we were still in a state of youth buds, but have since shown rapid growth.

Already today, the tree had reached a height of less than a meter.

Now it's a splendid implant on our doorstep.

The boulders are the sons of the cranberry apples.

While suppressing the moving tears that seemed to overflow the sunshine of the grown children, I walked off the property with my tiny lizard hanging.

"Kuah!

Lizards are ringing. Put it down, it feels like.

"No. Put it down. Even if you let him escape to the garden, he'll definitely come back. Take him outside inside and let him escape directly to the woods... stay."

The bean grain hit my head.

"Guh! Guh!

"Ugh, you fucking lizard. Quiet for a second...... Hit it! Stay!

Me eating lizard bean grains peppery.

"Huh!

"Ahhh! Yikes!! You stop that throat and face!

Unexpectedly roughed up his voice at the lizard's very low intelligence, precisely at this moment -

The doors of the mother house blew up from the inside.

The doorboard makes such a flashy noise that it blows over a dozen meters through the garden.

The doorboard clashed flashly against the mansion's portal as it was, stopping the movement.

But it's not broken. As always, the building equipment in this house is sturdy in vain.

I'm worried about the sudden events, me and the lizard. We looked back at the flying motherhouse of the doorboard as we closed our eyes together amicably.

The entrance is completely ventilated with the doors extinguished.

There stood the elf Greek sculpture of the pure white goddess of beauty - Gore.

"Ah, Gore..."

I squealed, and the eyes of a silent Greek sculpture that emitted an overwhelming divinity.

Gore rushes straight over to this side for a small run.

"Gore, you were practicing sewing with Grandma Tete at the motherhouse, weren't you? What's the sudden problem?

Gore, who stood by my side asking, grabbed my sleeve.

Her red eyes are shaking with intense anxiety.

"... Could you have heard me shout earlier and jumped out anxiously? It's a really worrying one."

If you are on the doorstep that is broken down just about every time Gore gets anxious, it is not a hoarding thing.

Either way, I caressed this partner's head with concern and kindness.

"... sorry to surprise you. But it's not a big deal."

Gore, stroked in the head, is tingling his long ears looking good.

She looked satisfied, but at this point, she seemed to notice the presence of the little lizard I was hanging in my hand.

With my sleeve grabbed, Gore stares at the lizard.

Her gaze, moist and moist, began to crawl around the lizard's entire body as she let in her exploration.

"You care about this guy? I was lost away, it's just a wild lizard. I don't care if they wander around the house, I'm going to let them go to the woods now."

I shook the lizard hanging in my hand and shook it to a puffy gore.

"Kuh! Whoa!"

A cluttered lizard is ringing angrily.

A bean grain of protest that was fired hit my side of the head, Pepper.

- The instant the bean grain hit me, from the whole body of Gore staring at the lizard, it erupted like ice.

... Not good.

Gore will never forgive the person who attacked me.

I suddenly (cucumbers) held the lizard and cheeked, creating a cramped smile against Gore.

"Ha, no, there's no such thing as gore. This bean grain attack doesn't hurt at all. Besides, this is just a joke. Me and this fucking chick, you know, that, even if it looks like this. Well, actually, we're close there..."

"Ku ah! Guh!"

Fucking little one, the moment I said it, the lizard rang in dissatisfaction.

Shortly afterwards, the bean grain hit my forehead.

"Ah! You fucking lizard, read some air! Or if you are a wildlife shark, feel as sensitive as your life is in a critical situation right now!!!"

From my hand preaching to the lizard, the lizard of the moment disappeared neglectfully.

Gore took the lizard from me quickly.

Her gesture was gentle, gentle.

It was as if a worrying mother were going to sneak up on dangerous toys from an infant.

But don't let this merciful air of Gore on me fool you.

Her eyes smearing the lizard on the side are softly stained with darkness.

The depths of the dark eyes were filled with anger and hatred for being slighted by me, and now they were just overflowing as intent to kill and violence.

Elf, the white beauty goddess, grabbed the lizard's tail and threw it overhead, seemingly.

"Ah..."

A small body of black lizards dances through the universe as it twirls.

Gore is like a volleyball serv, spinning and swinging his arms wide...

With a full power flat-handed slap, he slammed the lizard straight down.

A tremendous explosion in the nature at the foot of the Siddle Mountains makes the ground at the garden fall flashy.

A lizard entered the earth.

"Ugh, wow!!! Fucking lizard, yeah, yeah!!!"