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

Rolled up on all sides, huge lily flowers and turned stone doors.

The black and disastrous discoloration disappears at some point, returning to the colour of the original stone.

But still, it's bad enough. As I closed my mouth to what was happening at the scene of the tragic accident, I peered inside the cave through a large entrance that opened wide inside the lily.

"In the meantime, why don't you just go inside and see how it goes..."

It's honest, frightening to step into such a suspicious hole, though not a lot of effort.

But the red and black line on the ground I've been following definitely leads into this hole.

A mysterious barrier that occurred in a bizarre magical circle. From there follows, the mysterious line.

... very concerned.

My intellectual curiosity beat my fears.

In fact, this is not a very praised pattern of behaviour.

There is a famous British proverb that curiosity kills cats.

Too much curiosity speeds up death.

But don't worry, this is a safe Japan.

A British proverb? Hmm, I don't know.

Earlier, I wandered around for a while before entering this cave. Because I needed a little time to crush the wreckage before the excess heat subsided.

There are no other cave-like cliffs on this side of the basin.

At the end of the day, it looks like this is the only place near here that could be looked into.

The small tunnel on the other side of the basin I first found was an entrance that felt like it was finally easy for one person to get through, but this stone gate cave has a pretty large entrance opening.

The original portal was about 5 or 6 meters high. Even today, when it is in a lily flowering state and opens its mouth wide from the center, the opening is preferably more than 4 meters.

Besides, unlike that tunnel, which was backlit and dark due to its positional relationship to the sun, this one on the wall on the diagonal is now shun light. It is shaped like sunlight inserting inside the cave. Thus, even I did not have the lighting, there was room for a degree of brightness that it was possible to explore sufficiently.

In short, if you look inside, now is a great time.

Cross the remains of the gate and step into the cave.

The air inside is slightly limp.

There was nothing placed near the entrance, and a wide corridor of cancer stretched out in the back.

The walls are made of stone and have different materials than the red brown cliffs outside. Probably the same kind of stone as the gate outside.

What came into my eyes at the same time was a majestic sculpture applied to one side of its stone wall.

I haven't even seen a print, but I'm working on it. This is more of a relic than a cave.

The impression at first glance looks like a temple, or your graveyard.

Graveyard, huh? I just want you to give me a break.

Or is it here, Japan...?

But when I think calmly, what I'm doing now almost feels like ruin vandalism.

No, you don't have a choice. Because there was a line connected here from the magic team I was standing in. There's nothing I can do but let you look into this place more than have no other clue about the situation I'm in.

…………

Was there really nothing I could do? Hmm.

While I lost some confidence in my actions, I dropped my gaze to the red and black line that stretched out at my feet.

Yes, this is him. This is all the culprits. This line!

This red and black line, which leads from the magic formation in question, went straight down the stone corridor and continued straight into the back.

Unlike the first tunnel that seems to have opened up to the other side of the cliff, I can't see the exit light in this ruin-like cave.

Not good. If it goes too deep, the entrance light won't reach.

"At least if I had a smartphone, I could have used it instead of a light..."

As you can see, I'm in my pajamas while I was asleep last night.

All I'm wearing is these nasty pyjamas and underwear, that's all.

"If you have a smartphone, you haven't done anything like this in the first place..."

Yes, I'm dressed and I don't currently have anything.

Bedding, changing clothes, even minimal food.

Fortunately, it's warm here.

I don't think it would be freezing to death in a pyjama if it stayed the same at night.

As for the food, the surrounding area also caught sight of fruit trees that were likely to be eaten.

If you're hungry, you might want to grab those, and I'm optimistic about the status quo.

Besides, the first tunnel on the outer wall I found probably leads to the outside. The idea that as long as I got out of this basin, there should be about a house nearby was at this point in time for me.

If you even get to people, worst of all, contact the police or your family and we'll figure something out later.

Family...

Thinking so far, my head hurt so lightly.

No, not so much pain. sharp discomfort.

What the hell is that?

I'm not sure......

While I think about that in a corner of my head, I follow the line and walk silently.

The stone floor following the line is limp and cold.

Don't let your feet get dark from here on out, I thought so. At that time.

Blurry lights wrapped around the interior of the ruins.

"Huh...?

Look around in advance for unexpected events.

The lights filled the field clearly reflected what was inside the ruins, which were stuck in thin darkness.

Behind the brightened corridor, I can confirm that there is a wide hall-like space.

Is that where the ruins are poking?

The red and black lines on the floor are also straight ahead without straying towards the hall.

Looking up, it caught my eye that the sculpture on the wall near the ceiling was pale and luminous.

This is who the lights are.

I don't know how it shines.

"Somebody, are you there...?

I'll try to speak to the back of the hallway.

No response.

Rather than that, after all, the signs of a person or organism do not in themselves look as though.

Though it is something I have always felt, not only in this ruin, but also outside.

"Was it even installed with sensors? Instead of a ruin-like design, it's a lot more high-tech..."

I wonder what it is in the first place, here.

Once again in the light, the design doesn't feel that old in the structure itself anyway.

Rather, it is in good condition and beautiful.

I just walk around looking around.

So much less, we arrived in the hall at the penetration of the hallway.

The circular hall is wide.

From what I've seen, it looks like it's about the size of the original I was standing in the first place.

The red and black line at your feet stretches straight towards the center of the hall.

Ahead, there was another red and black magic formation.

The red and black lines were directly connected to this magic formation.

In short, this line was meant to connect the original magic formations with the magic formations in the ruins.

Now the end point of the line itself will have been found.

But the problem is......

"Are you serious..."

I grasped the situation and was somewhat bloody, but at the same time I had a pulling laugh.

There was a fine chair on top of the end magic team.

There is someone sitting in the chair.

But there's no sign of the living here.

Yes, it was the dead sitting there.

... white boned, was a body.

This was a ruins vandalism or a course!!!

I'm sorry I took the liberty of coming in! I can't do this anymore!

But I'm not the one who smashed the gate! That is a mysterious natural phenomenon!

The body was sitting on a chair wearing a robe that looked luxurious.

It's bone and I'm not sure how old it is or anything.

It's just that I'm probably a man because I'm tall even when I'm sitting.

I have a number of rings fitted with gems on my fingers, and probably someone of high stature.

Most importantly, the hand of a body full of rings is gripping, a stick.

The wand is also fitted with rings and familiarly gemstone-like, but the number of strange crystal-like stones about the size of this single dry battery is high, anyway. I feel surprised at the end of the cane.

I'm not a grave wrecker. Naturally, I'm not going to steal it.

When we entered the ruins, the impression of a graveyard was not out of focus.

Even so, the first person I've met since the wreck is thus a white bone corpse......

Whatever.

You're connected to the first magic formation I was standing in and the magic formation at the foot of this old bone (tentative). You should see it as somehow relevant.

Indeed, the encounter with the white bone corpse was shocking. But I have a reputation for switching my thoughts quickly.

Well, let's drop our eyes on the magic formation at the old man's feet and observe.

You look alike. On the red stone floor that was in the plains, in an evil magic formation.

Similar magic formation at first glance, but I feel this one has less information on the pattern.

The pattern in millimeters was surprisingly drawn up to the gap over there, but the blank area also stands out between the patterns of this magic formation.

If you're asked which one of the two combined magic formations is the main one, it feels more like I'm the main one standing. The old man's magic team feels like a sub.

"Though, I'm not a magic team maniac or anything, so what's with all this...?

On the oblique front of the old bone, I noticed a large stone pedestal.

No, rather, I think maybe the humans who normally come into this hall should usually have eyes on this pedestal first. The old man's chair is a lot deeper than the pedestal, and the lighting position makes it harder to see.

In my case, I was obsessed with tracking the red and black lines, and on top of that, I was completely conscious of you for discovering the magic formations that resembled the magic formations of the meadows.

And the impact of the corpse of an old bone sitting in a magic formation, is.

As a result, awareness of the existence of the pedestal was delayed.

On the pedestal in question, something seems to be on it.

This...

"Is this a stone's, a book?

Stone book.

Apparently it's like a book spelled with a combination of stone slabs.

Well done. Unlike paper books, I feel like I'm going to keep this for thousands of years.

It seems heavy and hard to read though.

More than it takes the form of a book, of course it has to open a page in order to read it, but the book was sealed with seemingly stubborn stone restraints and was securely fixed to the pedestal.

I hold my eyes to the pattern engraved in that restraint.

Familiar magic formations.

I'm getting used to this. Going at this rate, I think I'll be a magic sommelier in the near future.

A magical formation of geometric patterns, without any particular evil feeling.

The magic formation of this restraint seems to be of a similar type to what was depicted on the entrance door.

The gate that was just liberated.

And the same type of magic formation here.

"A spell to open the seal, or"

Honestly, I don't really want to try this hand. If I succeed, I succeed. So the perpetrator of the previous stone gate destruction will be confirmed by me, and on the contrary, even if I do it seriously and fail, that makes me feel defeated.

But......

"... do we have to do this"

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply.

And at the same time as I open my eyes, I spin the words.

"- [Open, Sesame]!

... Well, that's a different story, but did you know it's called mentoscola?

Mentos is a chewing candy familiar to Japan, which is loved in more than 140 countries around the world, but when you punch this guy in a coke in a pet bottle, the carbonation suddenly vaporizes and the bubbles erupt all at once.

By the way, this phenomenon, also known as Mentosgeyser, as something English-speaking, inflation is pretty bad. The foam that erupts can be as high as a few meters, and accidentally jamming the lid of a coke bottle with menthos can rupture your pet bottle, which is very dangerous.

Let's be careful, it's a promise to your brother.

... Oh, let's get back to it.

Almost at the same time I cast a spell.

After the restraints that were sealed in the book were "discolored black” and swelled like balloons for a moment...

Exactly like Coke, where Mentos was put in, it exploded and scattered enormously toward the ceiling.

"What, whoa... whoa!!!!?"

Black shotgun blowing up the exact opposite of gravity. Vibrations that tremble the tympanic membrane.

I was frightened by the sudden shock and bursting sound, and I scrambled my balance to the slap that glanced behind me, and I stuck my butt on the floor like that.

Looking up at the ceiling with his buttocks on, a fragment of the restraint blown directly above him is piercing the stone ceiling. Made of hard stone, on the ceiling.

"is too flashy...!

You're kidding me! I thought you'd lose your hips!!!

And it's too steep. I would have spent more time breaking down the gate earlier.

Are you freaking me out and enjoying the reaction??

But for God's sake. Situationally, it's almost certain that I'm mastering the Invincible Spell of Destruction.

At the same time, the true culprit of the stone gate bombing of the ruins will have been almost finalised….

I regained my mind and stood up, and I turned to the stone book.

The stone book was intact, even though the restraints that were in contact blew up so flashly.

The pedestal where the book is situated is still alive without a scratch.

Speaking of which, even when I destroyed the stone door, I didn't do any damage to the area at all, and you're quite capable, "Open Sesame." My taste in how to open it sucks though.

With the restraints that had been covered disappearing, the inscribed letters on the cover of the stone book came into my eyes.

What the hell is this? It's a letter in a language I don't know.

Instead of Japanese, the alphabet feels different from the Arabic characters.

What? Is that an ancient lettering?

Destruction of buildings (entrance) + trespassing into ruins + destruction of relics (mentosgeiser). I couldn't understand anything because I had done this far and couldn't read the letters...... wouldn't that make me a little too sad?

I'm no longer quite heartbroken by guilt......

I glance through the cover of a stone book as I tear eyes and look through mysterious language.

"The Summoning of the Demon Leader King and the Final Theory of World Ruin in the Two Thousand Years"

... Huh?

The meaning of the cover string comes to mind.

What the fuck?

I can read. I can read, this...