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

"Ko, this... Could it be a map...!

In the study. Staring at that piece of paper, I accidentally raised my voice.

"Hey Gore! Goletaro, look at this! There was a map!

I turn towards Goletaro, who is supposed to be standing behind me... Wow, close to my face!?

I kind of feel that this guy has been getting closer and closer since one of the holes in the stone column in the example.

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The exploration of vertical holes in white stone pillar traces, which did not bring any particular useful information on the spot.

But as it turned out, it inspired me to bring decisive new information that would be my last push to make the decision to escape the basin.

After we got out of the hole, we buried the remains we found nearby.

I thought about it a little bit, but eventually I decided where to bury it on the land I opened with the example Pebble Generation, where I always plant the seeds.

That place was originally bright and well ventilated. Most importantly, it's already a certainty in me that it will be a busy cranberry apple field in the future. If that happens, the body's people will surely lose sight of it.

Either way, I have witnessed a clear victim for the first time, other than myself, by the Summoning of the Demon King of Ruin.

The impact of this on me was as big as I thought.

Until now, I've felt like I was the only victim anywhere.

So even about summoner Lübeu Zailain, he hadn't wiped out the impression that he was an incompetent person who tried to summon the Demon King but failed to destroy himself and died.

... No, when I confess, in the corner of my heart, I think I felt sorry for this man somewhere.

But I guess this perception needs to be changed. This guy is a murderer.

From the next day on, I decided to look again at an example study desk that was scattered with something like a magic team draft.

Actually, even in the study, I left it here.

Because I couldn't read any of the paperwork I had left behind, and the paperwork there seemed like something higher than any other book in the study at first glance.

For me, the specialty books seem mostly just a line of letters, such as a description of the procedure. However, naturally, only a fraction of the vaguely discerning parts, such as headings, are scattered. Just looking through it, it was obvious that the content dimension was different only from the material left on the desk by Lübeu Zailane.

But I'm currently deciphering Introduction to Magic for two volumes. Now, I thought I might know something new about the Summoning of the Demon King of Ruin.

As a result, I could not gain new knowledge of any of this summoning magic.

It was still too difficult.

Although I also feel that the range of insect eating in the translation has decreased somewhat. Honestly, that's an error.

That's right. No matter how many two volumes I deciphered, it's a primer at best......

But in the process, I picked up a locked desk drawer.

So I discovered the map earlier.

By the way, I'm talking about that sturdy key, but for every part of the drawer, Goletaro is gently grinding and squeezing it open like a tofu...

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Dining room in a safe house, like a room.

With white water poured into the pottery in one hand, I was reading the map.

Oh, I want coffee...... No, that's a luxury.

This white water, by the way, Goletaro is boiling it for me.

Almost Goletaro is already coming for easy cooking, etc.

Precision work still seems to have the upper structural limits of my fingers, but blah blah blah, our current food situation only requires a simple cut of ingredients when it comes to cooking and the rest is about boiling water or burning lightly on fire.

Or so, Goletaro. This guy is too perfect to be scared of.

It looks so good. Instead, sometimes you even know something I don't.

For example, Goletaro washes my clothes by hand with water stretched out in a bucket, but I use soap at this time. It's a strange soap like a brown brick. The smell was also unique and not like soap, and I didn't know this was soap at first. That's why I've been washing my laundry with water, but Goletaro used soap naturally from the start.

It's totally unknown to me how Goletaro knows about the existence of soap, but it's seriously awesome that Goletaro...

Besides, this guy really takes care of me worthwhile, to be honest, as much as I'm getting pretty sorry.

Goletaro, were you my wife...!?

When I was such a butler, I drank up the white water that Goletaro, the gentleman, put me in.

Gaze at a point on the map.

"It's tough not to know one thing about distance... Recently, I guess we should go to this settlement called" Samari ""

I shrugged as I looked at the settlements and bumpy spots, which were summarised on the map.

This map, found from my desk, is a simple one. I can read letters. I can understand them. Some parts, such as unique topographical notations and abbreviations, don't make sense at first glance, but I think it would be fine if we actually reconciled them when we walked.

The current location is the only one with a red lettering that looks like it, so I was able to confirm it immediately. The handwritten letter '3-24: Final Candidate Point in the A Basin'. Probably this.

Looking at the placement of natural objects, etc., I think this map is probably not a world map or anything, but a large map of scale. It's painted like a river or something.

Looks like the ocean doesn't even exist on the map. Does that mean that this place is inland? I thought it was really a coastal area because of the warm climate and very little temperature change at night...

Together, if we go to the settlement, we should be able to replenish supplies, even if it is subtle until we can secure a means of subsistence, depending on the circumstances for now.

I have money.

Or, when Goletaro smashed a locked drawer earlier, it came out with the map.

A bunch of notes and how many coins. Blah, blah, blah. Worth it, I don't know.

However, Lübeu Zailaine is someone with a social status, so it should probably be quite a bundle of money. It's a hopeful observation.

Also, disturbing information, this bundle of plaques, seemingly flashy, can read the letter "Servé clan plaque".

There are parts of my translation ability that are unclear in their own right, but I honestly have a slightly unpleasant feeling about it. Isn't that the currency at the national level? When I say clan bills that I know of, they were issued by the clan during the Edo period, which is the region's own banknote. However, as a financial remedy, it was also cheaply overwhelmed. Even though, it's something like a banknote with a large amplitude of value. Depending on the number of years of time lag between Zaylane's death and my summons, it could just be out of paper......

I put my gaze back on the map again from a bag with gold on the table.

As soon as you exit this basin, which is your current location, you will hit the streets stretching east and west. It seems like a big road with what I've seen, and I wouldn't overlook it.

If you take that street even west, you'll go out to a village called Samari.

In the meantime, I'm going here.

Also, on the road to Samari, there is an establishment labeled "Cathedral".

Probably some kind of religious institution. However, I don't expect excessive expectations, and if possible, I hope I can replenish supplies once I can use this place as a relay site, I'm going to think about it to a certain extent.

Anyway, I have no idea what the details are. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Unlike a settlement, it's not even clear if it's an institution with people. If it's a temple or a church place, to be honest, refugees (?) I would love to be protected as such.

Anyway, if this is the case. If you have a map, you can go.

Until now, the darkness has been the same, it is huge that the aim of action after taking this place off has come to pass.

Let's get ready for a quick trip.

Even though there is still room for food, there is. I'm not sure how many days it will take to get to the settlement.

I want to leave within my spare time.

In my mind, then, there was already a secret way through the cliffs around me.

Pebble Generation.

Example, a dozen metres of this, pebble while collapsing the surrounding nature...? is a forbidden wide-area destruction spell for starters that generates

Use that magic against the cliff.

At least in that magic, there was no scattering around the dirt sand itself, like the mysterious Mentosgeyser phenomenon that rolled in "Open Sesame". Only concentrate the particles of soil, on top of that, you know, pebbles...? magic to generate, so naturally.

Therefore, if the cliff itself is used to generate it, the risk that I myself, the operator, will be involved in the collapse should be considerably lower.

The cliff height that surrounds this basin in the first place is 10 meters there.

The size of the stone sphere I created with that technique was definitely a dozen meters, so it was higher than a cliff.

The thickness of the cliff is unknown, but if you keep a bunch of rounds, on reason, it should cut off the cliff and penetrate to the other side.

The range of the procedure, that is, how far away we can specify the coordinates of the generation, is unclear unless we try.

I'm going to try it from a safe distance first.

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Then I spent four days preparing.

Further sorting of items in the food bank that are likely to be suitable for long-term storage.

Blankets and clothing were added there.

And then there's the book. An introduction to examples.

I thought I might be able to use it for redemption and barter, and for once I have several other specialties.

I also snapped out some items from the nado that still seemed to work.

Even so, there's not a lot of stuff in Nado originally. Take it, too, old ropes, big cloths, wooden dishes, all that stuff.

And then, should we have some water for once?

In a climate like this, the water field is likely to be quite...

It creates a simple structure backing cage that is sturdy assembled with wood and rope and packs loads into it.

It's big for nothing, it's cluttered and heavy, and it's a crude substitute that humans can't carry, but I decided to solve the hauling problem by having Goletaro carry this.

In fact, of the four days of the prep period, it took me the longest to build this backpack.

Including material collection, it has taken more than 2 full days.

Anyway, I had no experience with Sunday carpenters, and surprisingly, Goletaro didn't seem to know how to make a cage as clever as he was to cook chores without having to tell me anything.

The lack of materials also made it very difficult to ensure strength.

But we both fought badly and finally made it.

Thus my bond with Goletaro was strengthened even more.

Yes. Working together deepens a man's fervent friendship.

And in the early morning of the fifth day, I finally left the house.

The shoes and clothes you're wearing are from the safe house.

Basically, the size problem with the garment can be said to be almost non-existent. It's not uncomfortable. Slightly extra hem, but you should gently raise the hem when you get to the crowd.

Honestly, Zaylan's ancient underwear and so on were initially quite resistant to wearing. But you perceived my distress, my sweet Goletaro, has washed my clothes for life over and over again.

I've had enough of that sincerity.

Thanks Goletaro, I'm all right now, nothing's wrong.

'Cause these aren't Zaylane's pants anymore. You washed them, they're brand new pants.

From the top of my clothes, I weaved a robe that looked fancy for a new waste.

I used to wear it for burial, so it's a new item from the study.

Nevertheless, it is much the same by design. Example, a unique one like the Inverness Coat with the front open.

Robe in dark scorched brown with embroidered gold thread.

That's it. If you're desperate for a fashionable color expression, it's dark brown.

I can only use earthly attributes... I'm an expert in earthly attributes, and I'd say it's the right color.

That's not what I chose...

The others were red or white, and it was flashy when I did it. I have no idea what I will be treated like socially when I get out of public, so I'm just saying that I've avoided things that seem to stand out in vain.

I don't have a lot of luggage in my possession.

Money and other valuables are the main focus to the extent that they can accommodate the small shaken sachets found in Nado.

Cranberry apples, by the way, contain quite a few.

This is naturally also a valuable item in terms of category.

And then there's the work and the green metal knife that you put on for protection.

This is what I was finding when I first entered the safe house. I think maybe it's like a ceramic knife in this world. The only one that hasn't rusted, so our blade is, this is the only one.

I've been using this all my life, cutting cheese and dried meat.

Then, Goletaro uses this to cut the cranberry apple into classy pieces.

And the last time I put it in a wreck - I brought it from Earth, it's a shitty bedtime outfit.

Ma, this is somehow, you know, I really can't get rid of it...

Goletaro is also equipped with a carrying cage and ready to go.

If you let it hold a book in one hand, it's just like completing the statue of Goletaro Nimiya.

The calculation of the means of escape has been completed.

We should be ready and ready.

Besides, I have a comforting partner right now.

Now, I can go.

I stood a little off the wall in front of the cliff.

From now on, I'll wear this red shoreline.

"... - All right, Goletaro. We're gonna get out of this cliff now."

See Goletaro by his side.

Copy that! I feel like you have such a reliable face.

All right, let's go.

Goletaro can hold me gently.

It's called a princess hug.

What, um...? Is that...??

Goletaro's hand holding me is very, very sweet.

As if treating delicate glass finishes that are easily frightened with care.

Like stroking something you're sure to hurt if you touch it, roughly, softly.

Goletaro, were you my Knight...!?

The lower body of Goletaro holding me seemed to have gained strength for a moment.

And the next moment, Goletaro...

- He held me in his princess's arms and jumped all the way to the cliff ten meters at once.

"Heck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!"

Goletaro lands without sound.

Lightly, I arrived on the cliff.

What the hell was my desperate op-planning...

By the way, Goletaro has already landed quietly on the cliff at about the second half of the day.

I closed my eyes and didn't notice the landing.

I can't help it, I was scared. Because it was sudden...

It's not like I'm sorry. Because Goletaro suddenly...!

Goletaro sends me down gently on the cliff.

I am a total princess.

I mean, Goletaro, you're a serious gentleman.

If I were a jealous young child, I'd definitely be in love with the scene.

He regained his mind and stood firm on the cliff.

I'm not a maiden who sticks to Master Knight forever.

From what I've seen, the flat cliffs seem to last up to about 50 meters away.

Things like the thick outer walls of the basin.

On the cliff, nothing but reddish topsoil.

Not a single grass has grown. It's not the same as inside a basin full of greenery.

In short, this is over a circle of red brown doughnuts surrounding the basin.

How the hell can we do this kind of terrain?

The two of us proceeded side by side, losing so much that we stood at the outside edge of the cliff.

View the surrounding scenery that spreads beneath your eyes.

but.

"Is...?

There, on one side, spread the earth of reddish topsoil.

It's not a complete flat ground, there's some ups and downs.

But little grass has grown.

What is this...? The vegetation is too different from inside the basin.

Even a basin is a small piece of land in a cliff about 10 meters high.

Different soils inside and outside the basin?

No, in this way for a moment, the climate itself is rather......

"Seriously...... I don't know why..."

Knowledge of the planet does not make sense.

Hard.

Nevertheless, we have to find a place to get down from here first.

I began to observe the slopes of the cliffs where I was likely to get off, at that time.

Goletaro lifts me up gently.

... Well, you will. Sure, that's faster.

Yeah, but what is it, this state? Perhaps as Goletaro, you're even keeping me in your jaw so that I don't spill out of your arms during the descent, but your faces stick to each other as if they were cheeks.

Goletaro's cheeks are slippery and just a little soft.

Hmm...? Well, soft......?

- Goletaro jumped off a cliff.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!!"

I screamed hard to hear, and I was sucked into the surface directly below.

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"... Look, it's Gore, it's Gore Taro. I'll tell you when to jump the next time you're in a situation like that. Until then, she's a good girl and she's staying."

I was explaining my future precautions to Goletaro as I walked south on the reddish hill.

Goletaro is listening to it strangely for once, it looks like it.

No, you really do understand?

Anyway, I think it's time to get out on the street I saw on the map.

I looked around for a moment.

Actually, I'm a little thrilled to walk like this.

In this world, if you want to refer to the description scattered in Introduction to Magic I, there are creatures called Warcraft.

They're not that much to meet, but this neighborhood looks like a de border, and maybe one of them will have a chance to see it from afar by the time we get to the summary.

Probably a guy like the so-called monster. It's just a guess from the flirtatious information on the tip of the primer.

A beast with magical powers, many of which use out-of-the-way moves equivalent to magic. So, "Warcraft".

Well, this world is where humans use witchcraft, so it wouldn't be strange if other creatures used similar powers.

Just for a moment...... Just a little bit, but for once or so, I feel like I might try to fight evil monsters that trouble people.

After all, I am the King of Magic. Speaking of demon kings, it would be the monster's best balls. Isn't that why the King of Magic is like the Great Ball of Warcraft, too?

Maybe you won't lose.

By the way, there's a reason why I'm not the basic culturalist and the brave type of person who thinks about something so unworthy.

Actually, it was in the primer. "Normally, the fighting power of the Golem outweighs the combined Warcraft," he said.

Nothing. If he was about to get hurt, he wanted Goletaro to help him.

Besides, a warcraft is usually capable of repelling even elementary magic to such an extent that it appears very rarely in people or in the streets. It also said something like that.

Probably the Warcraft that comes out on the street, that's it. Puffy blue mucus monsters or monsters like horny rabbits? Or maybe it's like a cute pigeon or a potato worm or a yellow electric mouse popping out of the grass.

Well, seriously, I'm guessing it's a weak individual chased after their original habitat. I can deduce a few other things, though. But let's not show off our self-explanations. Because I'm losing confidence in the Earth's natural knowledge...

But as it turns out, the first warcraft I've ever met in this world - no, I didn't even know exactly if that was a "warcraft” - wasn't a blue puffy monster, or a monster like the one that turned wildlife around.

At the time, I hadn't even noticed what a cynical situation I was in.

Goletaro stopped at the lid and lowered his backpack to the ground.

And it moves all the way up and down my diagonal.

It was a natural motion that flowed, but it was an uncomfortable behavior that I couldn't wipe off.

Goletaro usually follows my diagonal back. Even when walking side by side, he seems to like the position about half a step back. Situations change the position slightly, but this guy will never walk in front of me.

Yet why now before...?

Almost simultaneously.

It appeared as if seeping out of the rocky shade ahead.

Black. A black object, in the form of a person standing on two legs.

[Oh, did you notice? That's topsoil opponent... no, a composite opponent? It's pretty high-performance, you golem. Looks like it's only for farming, even though it looks like it]

Big. Tall, about two and a half meters is superior.

Goletaro, 1.9 meters long, looks smaller than one turn.

[Well, naturally. Even though he's the weakest, he's a member of the King of Magic.]

The impression is exactly, demon.

The black giant contrasts with Goletaro, who is white as snow.

but the existence of this black demon is probably a “creature”.

Running red, bloody eyes, moving slightly.

A beastly breath, released from a bright red broken mouth.

muscularly bulging, pulsating skin.

I was overwhelmed by the relegated presence, and I didn't get that word in my head at all.

Only the impression of a youthful voice instead of the apparent goth oddly struck me.

I was sure at this time.

This is not the first level 1 monster in the system to be fought by a person reincarnated into another world.

Something about that, arry, bossy...... At least, the power of the boss character class that comes out after the middle of the game is definitely the one that is.

[I've been waiting for a long time. A little -]

Cocksucking, ridiculous, but wrapped around my ear.

Voice change has just ended, with a voice color like that of an adolescent boy.

[- Enjoy it, it's what I want.]

Immediately after.

A fierce slaughter struck me.

Later on, maybe this guy didn't mean to kill me at this moment. I think that's what I was going to do, like a hungry cat playing with a weak mouse.

However, being a modern Japanese, and basically a peace-loving culturalist, I had no experience of being exposed to the killings unleashed by beings accustomed to battle.

This was the first time I was born.

"Ugh...!

I stiffen my body and groan unexpectedly.

Maybe this groan was the trigger.

- Goletaro stood in front of me.

Angry.

The way it is, it's like, a mother bear right after the dawn of hibernation, burning in anger and attacking climbers to protect her child bear.

Goletaro, were you my mother...!?

[Though I will teach you specifically to the newborn and ignorant, this Shadow Demon of Mine (Eh) is a demon-led life-form specializing in physical combat. Pre-measured Kimi's golem, when it's such a poor light golem. Then, 10 seconds of stuff and -]

Before the person laughing with his nose ran out of words, he jumped forward like Goletaro had been played.

At this moment, the battle lid was cut off.

At this time, I was totally under pressure.

Though I felt like this black demon was standing right around because of it.

Actually, at the start of the fight, I think the distance between the two was close to 10 meters.

But by the time that bright white golem, which went straight like a giant shell, packed a breath of intermission with the intercepting black giant...

Probably one step...... no, it looked like I only took about half a step.

So fast.

The black demon opened his eyes and nearly moved his mouth.

But in the end, that never became a word.

Goletaro's swinging right arm, his spine, his whole body.

I saw it get like a whip.

I didn't see it in the movement of a doll made of very stone.

A white-rock fist blow that swung as it was.

It captured the face of the black monster exactly on that first shot.

Shortly afterwards, the poor devil's head was exposed to heavy artillery shells.

It became a smoke of blood and flesh, shattered and scattered.

Black chunks of meat lost from the neck blow backwards as if they were rubber.

He made a squeaky noise and clashed against his rock skin, which collapsed to the ground as he drifted.

The silence dominates the area.

Goletaro, drenched in black blood all over his body, looked back at me.

For some reason I was - drunk with blood and slaughter, hallucinating the smile of a long-haired witch.

"Uh..."

What do referees have to do in these cases......

Oh, yeah. Death confirmed.

I walked up to a black chunk.

Returning bloody Goletaro follows me like a chick.

I observed a body without a black neck.

With the branches I picked up, I followed.

It doesn't move.

There were no more signs of life there.

"And he's dead..."

Thus my first battle in the other world ended in 0.8 seconds without moving a single fingertip.