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

Dr. Speria is stirring the stew from the pan on the bonfire.

"... Okay, I guess it's time"

In the pan were added meat that was in a strange bottle-like container, as well as dried vegetables.

It gives me an appetite, a very good smell.

The time is about noon.

We decided to grab an early lunch on a cliff overlooking the remains of the bones of the ancient dragon.

While Dr. Speria was snorting at cross-world cooking, I continued to be gentle with even Gore's wounded forehead.

Gore has been doing this ever since the stiffness in his arm disappeared.

This way, he probably put up with touching it while his hands couldn't move delicately.

"Um, Gore...... It's already healed, so it's okay..."

The cut on my forehead is already blocked clean.

Dr. Speria cured me with healing magic earlier. Example water attribute magic.

Thanks, water attribute.

My preference for water attributes has increased again.

My forehead is flashly prone to bleeding, so it wasn't as scratchy as it originally looked.

But it no longer even leaves a mark.

Healing magic. Wow.

Hey, isn't modern emergency medicine already defeated?

Speaking of which, when I first met Dr. Speria, there was a lot of blood seeping through her torn clothes, and I felt like it sucked, but if healing magic could have been used, I might be convinced that she was pimping like this.

What if it is an essential survival skill in this world?

Well, uh, what is it? Even if it's mandatory, it can't be used by me...

"Um, Gore? So my injuries are all right now. It doesn't have to be..."

Ignoring the gentle manifestation of rejection, Gore keeps gently rubbing my forehead with concern.

You rub me so hard for life that I can't strongly reject it.

How long the hell will this last, this?

I can't see the end as if......

Speaking of which, Gore seems to have gotten quite used to Dr. Speria.

This is how I am still normally familiar with it.

Gore was tingling at first and I was very worried inside.

But now the treatment of Dr. Speria has been greatly ranked, from “intrusive target of murder" to “indifferent”.

Though, maybe the Gore one is pretty familiar.

At this rate, I'm a little nervous when I go out in the future...

"... go ahead. Enjoy."

Dr. Speria gave me a stew on the wood plate.

Thank you and I rinsed the warm stew.

Ha...... It stains my tired body......

Or this meat in the stew, it would be delicious.

I don't know what this is. Is that beef?

As if it were a well simmered tanstew, the meat disappears thickly as it leaves a little toothpick in the mouth. Exquisite texture.

You can eat as much as you want, this.

It's a replacement.

"Sounds like you like it."

Dr. Speria seems satisfied with me being passionate about replacing stew.

"It's delicious, this meat"

"Hehe, listen and be surprised. This is a delicacy for the Empire. It was processed by maturing the tongue of a warcraft called the Wind Goat (Windgoat). It's a celebration of survival, so I'm excited."

"Ooh..."

I have no idea what that means, but I was surprised as a courtesy for once.

Well, he still used some good meat.

I wonder if there are many ingredients in this world that taste pretty good, called this wonderful meat and a good cranberry apple.

As much as I appreciate it, though.

He rubbed a warm stew himself, and Dr. Speria nodded loudly.

It was a satisfactory and prosperous appearance.

"... hold on, Nemaki. You know, I can't believe you're really going to defeat a corner of an ancient dragon that counts for God."

"That dragon, was he treated like a god..."

But, well, even when it comes to God, it's pinkie.

There are tons of toilet gods and stone gods in Japan.

"Hehe, even so. Flaming dragons, wind dragons, ice dragons, and ground dragons...... They ancient dragons are immortal gods."

The teacher is very entertaining.

It was, after all, the face of a scholar when he discovered something interesting.

"Perhaps the reason for this victory is that Nemaki shot back the demon-led attack of the ancient dragon as it was.... Actually, there is only one instance on the record where it seems that the godly ancient dragon may have died. That's" fighting each other. "Ancient Fire Dragons and Ancient Ice Dragons once fought each other, and Ice Dragons were killed. It's a very old record, and they said it wasn't credible, but I was convinced in this one case. The semispiritual body of the ancient dragon will probably collapse by a fellow demon-guided attack"

"So I knew I was a lucky punch winner..."

Somehow I felt that way.

Truth is, although the Magic Spear attack was the only thing that could have caused damage if the barrier had slipped through, to be honest, it didn't feel like I could have killed a thousand shots or so.

Even if I could break through the barrier, I thought it would be your word if I could give you a painful hand and let you retreat.

The guy was big and too strong.

But I didn't know that NTR was actually the only tactic that had been used to break it off as a defense during combat...

"Speaking of which, they said the record of Flaming Dragon killing Ice Dragon was not credible for another reason besides the ancient nature of the record itself. … Ice Dragons continue to live in the Far North."

…… Are you talking about a resurrected or something like that?

"Yes, that's not true! At least now I'm beginning to think that's more likely."

No, no. I don't think that's going to happen to a boulder, Doctor, no matter how much those cheat dragon relatives are.

He turned to me confused and said this in a joking tone.

"So maybe the ancient dragon will be resurrected sometime. Nemaki, you must be pretty resentful. If the next time we see each other, we have to be careful. Hehe."

"Please don't be scared..."

If such a horror strange phenomenon occurs and a revenge match is put together against such a monster, weak I will have to die completely this time.

As he was heartily frightened by the absurd imagination, Gore's hand, which had been gently rubbing his forehead throughout the meal, moved away softly.

Oh, finally. Why are you tired of me?

I'm relieved, I see the next gore.

She had begun to cut the cranberry apples elegantly.

It was time for me to finish my stew. Why did you stop because of this!

As always, our partner had perfect timing discernment.

We were happy for a while as we surrounded the fire as it was after the meal and warmed ourselves up with an herbalistic beverage from Dr. Speria's example possessions.

The teacher's story is that if you take this street far west, you'll reach the Empire City where he came from. In the capital of this country, it looks like a gorgeous place.

I'm relieved inside. Humanity in this world is not doomed. It wasn't just me and the old man and the monkey. Good.

Also, it turns out at this time that “Goletalu” is the name of the goddess of battle who conducts killing and jealousy.

When I first introduced myself, was it because of that subtle reaction? The gore one, it looks so flashy... I don't look like a slaughter goddess or anything. Besides, he's caring and kind in character, and I feel this guy is far from jealous or something.

But Dr. Speria actually laughed that Goletalu was exactly what his name was.

What the hell has he got on Gore in the last few days...

I was Dr. Speria laughing at herbal tea like that, but at that time, I said it like I remembered.

"... oops, they do. Nemaki, why don't you come with me later and check out the remains of the ancient dragon under the cliff? You might see something interesting."

------

That's why the three of us came all the way to the ground dragon bone wreckage.

Again, big.

It's no longer just part of a worn bone, but it's like a building.

But this bone itself, after all, seems unlikely to keep it that long.

Let's just say it's big and has a weak presence... If the wind blows, it's going to collapse. A little bit, maybe the contents are scurvy.

Dr. Speria has been fishing around the torso of the ground dragon for a long time.

"Whoa! There it is, there it is! This is it. This is it."

Looks like you found something for me.

Coming back, he showed me a big stone-like object in his hand.

"What the hell is that, that?

"- This is the ancient dragon's, the Magic Guided Nuclear."

If you look closely, the stone in his hand has a large crystal-like crystal.

Oh, I know this. It's the one that was among the white bone bodies of the great apes.

I thought this guy might be able to redeem it, so he put it in the valuables of the sachet, so you're safe without being blown away by the ground dragon, if you say so.

When I say demon-guided nuclear, that's it. This guy explained this to me before, you mean the body organs of the Warcraft. Organs that manipulate the generated sorcery or something......

Right, was this the demon-guided nucleus?

The Magic Guided Nucleus in Dr. Speria's hands is much bigger than that of the Great Monkey.

Besides, the monkey's demon core looked black, but the earth dragon's demon core is completely the same color as the earth.

If they showed you in the picture, you might think it was just a stone to me.

I just can't go wrong looking at the real thing.

From this demonic nucleus, there is an overflow of hard to describe, tremendous compression, or a strong presence that is pressurized.

The dimensions are clearly different from those of the monkeys' demon-guided nuclei. Perhaps the monkey was a monkey......

"The only thing that demon-guided nuclei crystallize in the body in this way is the individuals that produce fairly dense magic power in the body. No, but when it comes to ancient dragons, it's still different."

In short, does that mean you can only take it from a strong warcraft?

So I wonder if there were only crystals in the white bone corpse of the great monkey, even though nothing was found from the corpse of the small monkey medium monkey.

Whether the monkey was big or small, Gore would kill it all in one shot, so it didn't feel stronger at all, but the big monkey was probably still pretty strong.

"Can I keep this demon-guided nucleus? I need it for research."

Yeah, I don't mind if I stick around.

Of course I promised.

I have no objection to the use of academic research purposes.

In the first place, I didn't know there was such a thing in the ground dragon's carcass.

If the teacher hasn't fished, he's totally abandoned.

I'm sure he'll make the most of it for the world.

At present, I have financial anxiety, and the insidious idea that "if I sell it, it could be money" did not cross my mind for a moment. But basically, for me as a culturalist, academic value outweighs economic value.

Or can the monkeys sell their demon-guided nuclei? That's what bothers me.

I've been thinking about that kind of stuff, but at this point, oh? I thought.

For some reason, Dr. Speria, staring at the Magic Guided Nucleus, has been silent.

Usually, here's where a lot of explanations start......

You noticed my gaze, he slowly looked up.

The expression and voice were extremely serious.

"... Now, unfortunately, you and Nemaki say goodbye in this place. I'm going north on my own."

"What?"

I raised my voice unexpectedly.

What do you say all of a sudden, doctor?

You're saying you're gonna leave me and go?

Oh, no.

Bae, I don't miss you, but I didn't think you'd say goodbye so abruptly.

Weren't you supposed to accompany me to the city?

I don't miss you at all. Oh, no...

"Duh, duh, what do you mean...? Is there something urgent you can do?

"... oh. In this case. We've got a new investigation to do."

I could see a very strong willingness in his expression to answer.

It's a face that's already set my mind.

For a moment I thought I'd let him accompany me, but I felt like there was something, something, powerful in his phrase, "alone".

I don't know, I don't feel like I have a good vibe with my mouth out like this.

Speaking of which, Dr. Speria, I was amazed at the presence of the ancient dragon on this land. Probably not an ordinary phenomenon......

As I recall, Dr. Speria began to remove the contents from the bag she had herself lowered to her shoulder.

Something like small portable food.

All sorts of unfamiliar tools...... Probably demonic props.

He stows those luggage in a pouch on his hips and in a torn robe wrapped around him.

I looked at it without even seeing it.

Oh, it's the demon-guided nucleus of the ancient dragon that I just threw in.

For a moment I could see him pouring a book as thick as Lanobe into his porch as it seemed important. He looks just like my textbook, but he can't study dirt introductory magic any more than he teaches at the Academy of Magic. It must be another book of some kind.

Having finished transferring the sesame item, Dr. Speria removed the remaining bag from his shoulder.

And he offered me that bag.

It's a beautiful shoulder bag with a long, black skin.

What skin is this? If you look closely, it also looks scaly.

"... you should take this bag. Food and water are in this. Your baggage in that backpack, Nemaki, would have been erased by the ancient dragons in battle, wouldn't it?

What? No, you're right, and I appreciate the offer, but if you give this to me, what the hell are you gonna do?

Instead, I still even feel like I can manage for Gore to be here...

"What will Dr. Speria do without this? You're going to keep investigating, aren't you?

My question made him laugh like a prank and strained his chest a lot.

"Hehe. I hope you don't underestimate me. I was once so called a prodigy of the Imperial School of Magic. My aptitude magic, my God! Out of 12 attributes, 10 attributes.... Well, of course, just because you're aptitude doesn't mean you can use all the technique."

What do you mean?

Thought he was a multitude of old men, but 10 attributes!?

Even though I can only use one attribute, and the cuss attribute!?

Why are there so many differences in people's talents? God is too cruel.

"Well, the truth is, if advanced magic with about a couple of attributes can be used, most solo journeys can be anything. More than that, Nemaki, from what I've seen, you specialize in earthwork, don't you? I'm more worried about you."

The teacher may be worried.

My beloved earthwork can only make disposable pedestals and toilets.

"Thank you...... I'm really sorry I took care of you from what to what"

I gratefully received a fine black shoulder bag from the smiling teacher.

------

When Dr. Speria said goodbye to me on a bright note, he traveled north.

We're going to rest here for a while.

Gore won't be in good shape yet, either.

Nevertheless, this is a lonely place with nothing.

Make a noise, the wind blows through.

Except for the bones of a dying dragon behind his back, the desolate earth only spreads.

I sighed deeply.

... Beh, I don't miss you at all because your old man is gone!

The sigh then sits on the spot and leads to the remains of the giant ribs of the ground dragon that were behind it.

My otherworldly white bone cadaver resistance is no longer close to MAX.

I don't think anything to this extent.

For me, the white bone corpse of the ancient dragon is no longer just a good back.

Gore's sitting next to me, too, naturally.

You're totally intolerant, too. I was so scared of bones at first.

Whatever it is, it's really hectic today.

I've been recovering a little bit over the last few hours, but I think right after the battle, the magic was almost completely teased as well.

Still, it's better than when I made Gore.

Yes, it is. Even with all this unscrupulous fighting and exhaustion, I'm still able to move once and for all. Thinking about it, I guess I was in pretty bad shape when I made Gore.

Somehow, my body didn't move at all and I've been asleep for over two days.

Maybe the period of unconsciousness was longer than I imagined.

"... I won't be generating golems for the rest of my life."

When I was so firmly sworn to my heart, my neighbor Gore suddenly began to crash.

The deep red eyes, approaching so close that they seem to snuggle, sparkle.

A soft limb with a strong sense of enthusiasm.

You can push it against my chest, Gore's luxurious shoulder.

Long ears seem happy, moving tiny with tingling.

You suddenly. You're in a good mood.

What the hell are you so happy about? Not so much.

You really look like you're having fun with your life, this guy.

As much as I want you to share that mysterious energy and good mood with me as I am tired.

I remember the asshole dog I used to have while I was snooping around.

Speaking of which, he was getting tense without hesitation, whether I was healthy or not.

Golem is really a dog......

I casually weighed myself behind Gore.

At that point, part of the ground dragon's rib, which was replacing his back, collapsed as if it could not withstand the pressure.

Big bone root, falling apart like sand.

Whoa!? I knew it was this bone, Scarska!

Lost my back support. I lose balance and fall on my back just like that.

But Gore, who was supposed to be coming, turned around behind me with a whimpering body judgment and stood up and prevented me from crashing into the ground.

Gore, were you my airbag...!?

"Thanks for the help. Thank you, Gore."

Something hit my right hand with a trick as I tried to get up to thank you.

Brown eggs.

No, you don't. The shape resembles an egg, but if you look closely, it feels like a stone.

Bigger than chicken eggs, but smaller than ostrich eggs.

Half-size.

I have some strange presence.

But that's totally different from a demon-guided nucleus...

That one's gotten worse, and it was crystalline.

In the first place, the demon-guided nucleus of the ancient dragon must have been recovered earlier by Dr. Speria.

What the hell is this?

There won't be an ancient ground dragon egg on a boulder.

I feel more like a stone than an egg, more or less of a different size.

That supercrossbow giant creature egg would surely be bigger than me.

Besides, even though the mother's skeleton is still about to collapse into such a blurry state, the egg shell, which is supposed to consist of the same calcium component, remains in such a rugged, pimpy state of preservation? Hmm, it's impossible.

- You've already noticed. With the departure of the distant threat of the ancient dragon, I was regaining my sense of normality as a common sense man.

Nevertheless, what is such a round stone present in the body of a carcass….

That's when I realized.

Stomach stone.

Some of the animals have stones in their stomachs. Rinse the bait with the stone and aid in digestion. In short, you're like replacing a tooth.

Yes, this must be a stomach stone.

But a very large herbivorous dinosaur, such as the dragon's underfoot eye, should have had a stomach stone in his body.

Ancient earth dragons were somewhat like tricheratops, like the horn impressions they saw.

The very definition of the term dinosaur should have been academically loose in the first place.

- I mean, an ancient dragon was a dinosaur! Plus, herbivorous!

Seriously. Was he a dinosaur?

Nevertheless, I didn't know you were going to be lightly killed by the big, albeit herbivorous dinosaurs and monkeys...

I was thinkin 'that a Demon King is actually just Zako??

"... That said, this is going to sell kind of high"

I threw the stone into a black shoulder bag.

The stomach stones of the ancient dragons seem to sell high.

Yeah. You can sell whale gallstones for a high price like an idiot.