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

"Nevertheless, I didn't know this guy was a fancy pet..."

I hung a little black lizard in my hand, walking relaxed along the outer wall of the interior with my partner Gore.

The blue sky clears and the gentle wind blows through the vast fields tickles the neck.

It's a natural, pleasant countryside.

"Kuah."

Lizards are looking up at the sky and ringing with me, too.

When it turned out that he was a super-premium livestock in this world, like the King Beast, I was very troubled.

Should I naturally attribute lizards?

Or should I just sell it off and turn it into a penny?

But after the idea, I decided to let the lizard escape to the woods.

That is the attitude of those who are supposed to take towards wildlife.

I was a man with an unmistakable heart who would follow my first aspirations as a culturalist.

And to be honest, I'm not even financially squeezed right now.

The massive bounty left untouched in the Sorcerer's Association account when Gore and I defeated criminals the other day.

I don't particularly need to sell off lizards.

I dropped my gaze from the beautiful blue sky flowing in thin clouds and watched the landscape of the field stretching out on my left.

The west side of this one hasn't been a battlefield during the last raid. In the fields you see around you, you can't even see the scars of battle like that.

The fields are as tidy as they can be seen.

Is the grape shelf visible on the other slope?

"Peace, Gore"

As I narrowed my eyes to the pleasant landscape, I spoke to my partner walking diagonally behind me.

A white-elf golem, voiced, has looked happily at me.

Long ears are shaking slightly, as if responding.

Then, after a short walk along the outer perimeter of the inside, we proceeded on an uphill trail in the woods and arrived in front of a deep forest located northwest of the inside.

The north side of the reef is the forest on the slopes that leads to the Siddhar Mountains.

It's a lush, natural forest.

In the first place, this black sand dragon (Sandrake) in question appeared neglectfully on Grandma Tete's property in a section on the north side of the inside.

If we deduce from these facts in plain sight, it is very likely that this organism has invaded the interior from the north summit direction.

If, hypothetically. Let's just say the lizard broke in from the south and straddled the inside, or crossed the inside from east to west through the fields, to get to our detached house.

Walk round and round with the dust and face, make a good ringing noise, and if you have something to worry about, walk up and down without warning. And if you're hungry, you can tangle and feed passers-by, and sell fights to chickens on the side of the road in the style of kings, all over Chibi Black.

Such a prominent presence, sightings from foster families should be rising in large numbers.

But no one said they saw lizards or anything.

In other words, lizards are probably not moving south of the crowded mile or the east-west compartment.

Possible possibilities include coming from a northern direction with low population density and short travel distances required, or -

... at my feet away from us, suddenly as magic, it is a choice between being born and springing up.

Hmm, it's impossible.

There is no possibility of the latter.

I'm a man of common sense. dismissed from the edge (ha-na), such as magical fancy reasoning that ignores the laws of physics.

In short, the lizard came from the northern direction.

That's what my famous detective tells me.

In other words, if we're going to return him to nature, it's best for lizards to let him escape in the forest on the north side of the inside, that is, in this place where he is now.

"... so. Live strong in the wild, you fucking lizard."

I grazed the lizard gently to the ground.

On the soft wooded soil of a pile of rotten soil, a little lizard is served.

Lizards are looking up at me with tiny, creepy eyes that don't quite understand the situation.

"... okay. Just a heads-up, but you can't climb to the top of this mountain. You can only go around your stomach. There are a lot of wild cows on the mountain with a lot of temper, and it's very dangerous."

I pointed to the Siddle Mountains, which soared in front of me, and explained to lizards the precautions of life in the mountains.

"Kuah!

Lizard replied fine.

Do you really understand that? Only a reply is a good one.

Well, it's about this guy who won't die if he tries to attack Gore. I'm sure I won't even get hurt where I've been stuck by a massive herd of cows.

But there are times in the world just in case.

Even that ancient earth dragon, once said to be the immortal God, died in an unexpected counter-attack, having just fought with a complete lick p against me by the King of Demons, who was supposed to be underground.

Alarmed enemies. Hiroshi is also a brush error. Monkeys also fall from trees, is.

I've never been cautious of anything.

"... Bye. Watch your back."

That's what I said to the little lizard, and I turned around and turned my heel back.

And without ever looking back again, Gore and I went down the mountain road.

------

The western sky is starting to faint golden.

It's almost time for dinner.

We went down the mountain, through the sides of the field, and came back near the inside without anything in particular.

Around the main gate, there is a sound of construction.

Right now, the inside is in the middle of renovating the walls. The restoration work on the house inside the reed had already been largely completed and work on this south side of the wall had begun about ten days ago.

Work inmates and golems are busy walking around the walls.

In it, he also saw the back of a large war elephant golem carrying building materials.

Around the dismantling of some of the walls, we see a large machine exposed, like a slide on top of a cannon.

The brand new device, which looked like a large demonic prop, was glowing.

That's a golem ejector (catapult).

Yeah, the mounted ejectors were originally installed at regular intervals inside the fence, and when defended, they let them go out in the form of golems ejected from there outside the fence.

The point is, it's like a cannon firing a golem.

They say it's a relatively common facility in the world's large fortified cities, military installations, etc.

Most likely, it is not a substitute for being installed in a general village….

Originally installed on the walls of the inner rear, about five ejectors had a maximum flight distance of less than ten meters, an old-fashioned item of military reimbursement. However, at the same time as the renovation of the fence wall, a new injector will be installed to introduce this latest formula, which has a maximum flight distance of more than three times.

I was also given a tour of the test that was done the other day, but it was spectacular to see a golem wearing something like a leg cover for impact mitigation, called "waste”, flying like a rocket for nearly thirty meters.

Does flying the golem far in defense mean anything but romance? And I'm about to get a hold of it, but actually, this seems to make a lot of sense.

Tactically, the threat will only jump because the predicted appearance point of the Golem will not be narrowed for the enemy when the ejection distance increases.

I see. I know exactly how horrible that is when I think about it in the position of an attacker.

Golems that suddenly turn into shells fall in the middle of the line or directly behind the barrier as it advances beyond the barrier. Moreover, this uninterruptible human-shaped shell, which plays both arrows and sorcery, moves abruptly shortly after its landing and strikes as it eats through the weaknesses of the formation.

It is an entirely demonic weapon.

Just imagine it's going to be creepy. If I were an enemy general, I would hesitate to bring my soldiers closer to the wall.

As I had noticed, the war in this world is quite dull.

Still, in this, it's becoming a complete fortress no longer.

Gentlemen, what mighty army are you going to fight...

"Wow, you're a nemaki!

When I was blurring at the construction and the ejectors alongside Gore, I heard voices from above the sidewalls.

"Oh, Jambila."

This is my friend Gianvila, Macho, the giant man who is working on the wall protection while exposing the muscles to waste.

The blushing red-haired man jumped off the soaring wall with a cool face and rushed over here in a light foothold.

Still a sturdy one.

"What's going on here, Nemaki, were you even out inside?

"It's a little wild, I was up to the woods on the north side."

"Yeah, to the mountains...?

Jambila stared alternately at me and Gore's face with a strange look before wandering her gaze around my feet.

That gaze movement somehow caught my eye, and I tried to see my feet.

but at this time, Jambila's thick, successful arm turned to my shoulder.

"Whatever the details! You're going back to the mansion now, aren't you? I was just about to go to this mansion with you when Grandma Tete called me. Let's go together."

The burning red-haired young man laughed as he showed his white teeth.

I don't care, you're a little too close in the face.

This is how me and the three of them who added Jambila to Gore ended up on their way back to the Mansion.

We'll all line up and go up a gentle ramp.

It should be noted that Orange Elephant, Jambila's golem, is going back to her home barn at her own discretion after helping clean up the scene for some time now.

That's pretty smart.

And I'm really here, and I envy you.

If this were our gore, he wouldn't want to leave me, he'd lull his eyes and plump his legs, and he'd try to follow me for the rest of his life no matter how much he persuaded me.

In terms of golem grooming, let's just say I have suffered a complete defeat from Jambila.

"By the way, you said my grandmother called me to the mansion or something... when the hell did you get the call?

As I walked down the ramp, I asked the neighbor Macchio what I was worried about.

"Hmm? Oh, you mean that. As a matter of fact, a while ago, Grandma and this Debus came to work. He gave me the message."

"Debus tells the story? A letter or something?

"Ooh."

Jambila took a piece of paper out of the side of the sesame and hipster cloth.

"This is the guy, the sender is Grandma Tete. Read it?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Let me see."

Paper pieces as large as the leaf writing received contain neat and beautiful letters.

That's masterful. Grandma Tete seems to be much better at writing than I am.

Beh, I don't know what to do...

The letter itself was simple.

I want you to come to the mansion with the tools when you're done with today's work and have time. I have something I need you to fix. Take a treat and dinner. Words of meaning, such as, are written in concise terms.

At the end of the letter, there appeared to be an abbreviated signature of Grandma Tete.

"I see, it really looks like our grandmother's stuff. But what the hell do you want me to fix? I don't remember hearing anything broken..."

"Well. I thought the chicken coop was damaged around the goat fence. It's important to repair the livestock as soon as possible because if it actually breaks down, the livestock will escape and get hurt."

"Yeah."

But when I helped feed him the other day, I feel like neither the chicken shed nor the goat shed were particularly abnormal.

"Hey Gore, have you heard anything from your grandmother?

I looked back diagonally.

The voiced beauty goddess Elf opened her red eyes and looked at me in a decent way.

What the hell is going on? It feels like

"... you didn't seriously listen to Jambila, did you?

No, you can't.

Maybe I should fix Gore's punky ears that don't listen to anything but my voice first, before I fix the livestock shed or something.

"Gore, are those long, pretty ears of yours decorative? Take a little more interest in the conversation around you."

As I preached, I pulled Gore's elf ears with my fingers.

In fact, it feels more like gently pinching and rubbing around the earlobes (Mitabu) than pulling.

The dog's ear is a sensitive part, so don't touch it too hard. This is basic knowledge as an owner. Well, I'm not sure what the case is with the Golem.

Gore has a decent eye and is heavily caught in the ear.

Hey, buddy.

I'm seriously preaching to you right now.

I don't want you to look happy full, without such a piece of reflection.

------

That's how I arrived at the mansion.

Through the gate, the three of us go straight into the premises.

Just at the front yard tip, I saw my landlord, Grandma Tete, and an acetu boy standing.

I'm home.

"Hey, they called me up."

Asetu, who noticed us, rushed over here.

"Welcome back, brother Nemaki!

A healthy wheat-skinned boy jumps in with a movement as supple as a young deer.

It's just a hugging momentum.

"What is Grandma and Acetu doing here?

Looks like they were both standing in front of the front door. I wish I waited in the house.

Asetu answered my question with a troubled face.

"You know, the front door stopped opening."

If you ask me, the door does seem to remain half open.

"... this, it doesn't work?

"Yeah."

I pushed the doorboard gently with my hand.

The door doesn't move because it just wobbles.

"Well, I see. Is that why I was called to repair it? Let me see what you got."

Jambila crouched into the front door and began checking the door meshing and so on.

The red-haired young man, who had been checking near the front door for a while, said as he tapped the door gently against his hand.

"There's nothing unusual about the front door itself. Thanks for distorting the doorboard."

"The doorboard?

In front of me with my neck hanging, Jambila grabbed the doorboard with its successful arm and removed it.

Then I followed the middle lower part of the plate with my finger to show it.

"Look, it's all crooked around here. Thick doorboards of this type are supposed to be made that are not even slightly or softly... I've been under tremendous pressure from the inside out, and it's a distortion."

"Seriously. What the hell is on this doorboard..."

"I don't know what caused it, but it would be fastest to replace it with a new door. Fortunately, there is a lot of material left over from the reconstruction work inside. You can arrange it for free."

Jambila looked back at Grandma Tete, who would refrain behind her.

"Is that okay? Granny."

"... oh, please"

Grandma Tete, who was arm-wrapped, nodded.

What a sinister look.

I made a difficult look while arming myself next to my grandmother, too.

"I didn't expect that super sturdy doorboard to be distorted. What the hell kind of strange phenomenon happened...... Mmmmmmmm!!!!?"

All of a sudden, Baba's wand hit my forehead.

"Son of a bitch! I'm sure it's because of all the noise you make every time and make Goletalu kick in the front door!

"Become, what!?"

This front door malfunction, was it my fault?

Speaking of which, indeed, the worried gore is sweeping through the front door because of the lizard noise even during the day today. And then, as usual, we put the doorboards back on properly, and then we hid the evidence, and then we went outside to escape the lizards.

The front door stopped opening, probably shortly after.

"Well, that blow in the day stabbed a stomach in the front door... But, Grandma, listen to me. Actually, there's a deep reason for this. its, suddenly wildlife lizards show up away...... hagu!!!!?"

"I'm not making excuses for crap!

Baba's relentless pursuit wand hits my brain in a row.

Gore is about to cry out at me.

"Kuah! Wow!

I hear lizards chirping with pleasure.

Nice, slap more! It is the sound of the feeling.

"Yeah, why don't you shut up, you fucking lizard! This happened because of you flying bean grains at me when it came to the original... hmm?

…………

Why is that lizard squealing?

I saw a squeaking foot.

A small horned black lizard twitched his eyes, sprinkling his head as Baba's wand moved.

"What? Why would a fucking lizard want to be here?

Giambilla gave me the look I deserved.

"Nothing really... if it's that little puppy dragon, you've been at Nemaki's feet forever"

I opened my eyes in amazement.

"Uh, since when the hell?

"Since when, from the beginning. When we met at the work site in front of the main entrance, you and Goletalu were stuck behind us and walking together, right?

"Become..."

"Kuh!

Lizards are ringing.

Was this guy following us on foot right after we let him escape into the woods?

What a low intelligence lizard you can't even understand that you've been released into nature. It is a stunning addition to and subtraction from the idiocy of the zoo.

No, wait.

But it's weird that I did.

I was insensitive to the rear lizard movement in the first place for a reason. It's absolutely impossible for this guy to track you down inside.

'Cause you can't possibly not notice Gore.

It would be directly behind you, but it would be the position of the blind spot, but if you have a lizard, you should know the whole thing with topsoil enemies. If he was being followed, Gore is immediately noticing and telling me.

…………

No way the Gore one, you noticed and kept quiet about me the whole time?

I just thought Gore was in favor of letting lizards escape into the woods.

"Gore, the lizard is following me, how could you keep it from me...?

Confused, I asked my partner.

The voice had a surprisingly deep mix of sadness and suspicious colors, even on its own.

Gore was just upset by these sad words of mine.

He moved his hands when he did, nodded his red eyes, and tried desperately to deny it.

If you look, your long ears are down and cut off.

If I were a wand from earlier, he or she would throw a sad word of disappointment from me, and the spirit of Gore's tofu merger is being cornered by a situation close to its limits.

His eyes, which were upset, confused and moistened with sorrow towards me, suddenly glanced at the lizard at his feet.

Shit, lizards get slaughtered.

"Duh wow! Wait, wait, Gore!

I dared to embrace Gore.

"I'm sorry, I didn't tell you to tell me properly. It's my fault. I'm totally sorry. Gore, you're nothing wrong..."

Gore's back, which was weakly cramped when I blurted, was so desperate that I could mock him.

"Kuah! Wow!"

Lizards are ringing.

Yeah, shut up! Wouldn't you be a little quiet?

I tried to preach to lizards, and there I realized. From earlier on, Grandma Tete's cane attack has stopped for some reason.

I roughly checked on Grandma Tete on the side.

"Hmm, you little dragon... Sandragon (Sandrake)? And what is a king beast...... No, but for that..."

She stares at the lizard with a slightly frightening look, with some serious expression.

Speaking of lizards at the time, they hadn't noticed my grandmother's gaze, and she began to bite when she snapped a string of my shoes at her feet.

Hey, stop coveting me.

"Wow! What a cutie!

At this time, suddenly Acetu blinked and lifted the lizard.

"Whoa."

Awesome power. Because lizards were in the middle of shaving my shoelaces, they pulled my legs on the strings to me and nearly fell over.

The boy hugs the lizard and calls it cute, cute, all in unison.

Are you a high school girl with a kitten in front of her?

"Hey, what's wrong with this girl? Brother Nemaki picked it up?

"Heh? Oh, well, that's the place. This fucking lizard, I let him escape into the woods once, but he's back. I can't help it today because it's going to be dark anymore, but it's tomorrow that I'll never be able to come back. I thought I'd definitely throw it away with all my might, deep in the woods or at the bottom of the valley..."

"Hey, you're gonna keep it in this kid, right? Let's all take care of it!

The boy doesn't seem to listen to me at all. He glitters emerald-colored eyes and asks permission to raise lizards.

Lizards squeeze their eyes as if they were a little surprised and twitch.

You must be surprised to hear me suddenly hug you.

Grandma Tete, who was watching us like that, opened her mouth with a softened look.

"Ha... Well, I can't help it. If Nemaki takes good care of you, you can keep it at home."

"Ha!? Am I gonna take care of this fucking lizard?!? I'm so sorry."

"What are you talking about? I wandered around your feet just now... no matter how anyone sees it, I'll miss you the most. Besides, there's no way you can leave King Beast alone."

"Oh, no..."

"Yay ah!

Lizard breeding permits have been issued and Acetu is flying.

Good for you, boy.

Of course, I don't want to take care of Konji or the fucking lizard on my face...

But seeing Acetu so innocently delighted, the atmosphere is no longer likely to be complete, such as rejection.

I looked at the lizard held by Acetu and whispered small.

"... Hey, fucking lizard. You, be careful what you do as a livestock in this house so that your grandmother doesn't make you a pot ingredient, okay? Regardless of the kind Gore opponent, when that Baba gets really angry, maybe my power won't protect your life."

"Kuah!

Lizard replied fine.

Damn, do you really understand?

Only a reply is a good lizard. Honestly, I have nothing but anxiety.

"Wow. Then it's up to you to keep it! There's just some affordable ingredients here, and I'm going to build Kustukag's cabin now."

That's what Jambila said, placing the earlier distorted doorboard in his hand on the ground and starting to take out the tools.

"If you split this guy up and remodeled him, what about the little dragon cabin? I'll finish it by dinner."

Behind Jambila, who starts a Sunday carpenter in casual condition, the acetu boy is talking to the lizard somehow for the rest of his life.

"Me, it's called acetu. Nice to meet you today, Kustukag!

Lizards with fervent cheeks on their floral soft skin have an annoying look on their face.

This guy, it might be time to fly some bean grains. Should I take it away before Acetu is damaged by the bean grains?

When I was thinking that way, Acetu shrugged.

"But the name Kustukag is a little hard for us to call it. Perhaps you should usually consider a different name. Hmmm...... shrink, I wonder if it's around Kust?

Hmm? Just give me a minute.

From earlier, I was wondering...

Kustukag? What the hell, is that?

Kustukag... Could it be a "fucking lizard”?

The curse I've been calling you “fucking lizard” has been pronounced corrected to look like a local language with the ability to translate punko and become “kustukag”...?

As an example, the same phenomenon that “Goletaro” sounds like "Goletalu” to people in this world is happening even with fucking lizards?

But why?

The fact that pronunciation correction is in this situation probably means that the word itself is treated as an intrinsic noun and is being played a translation.

Why would a "fucking lizard”, not a person's name or a place name, treat you like a unique noun?

I kind of had a very bad feeling about it.

I put my gaze back on the lizard with a convulsive look.

The lizard is moving his hands and feet and trying to escape from the arms of the hugging acetu.

But I haven't noticed Acetu at all.

He smiles happily and keeps hugging the lizard with all his might.

"Oh, man. Fucking lizard......"

I roughly made a little noise.

At a very insignificant tone, like a solitaire, of such volume that it sounds lizard or not.

Then, until then, the lizard, looking in the direction of the day after tomorrow, suddenly turned around this way.

"Ugh!

The lizard sparkled his curly eyes and replied cheerfully to me.

I groaned unexpectedly at the look of it and held my head with both hands.

Oh, what the hell...

That's me, though I thought you were a dumb lizard with low intelligence.

But I can't believe you've been a bottomless asshole so far.

Who the hell could have predicted such a result?

This asshole, more importantly, envisions his name as a "fucking lizard"...!