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

"... Library? Nemaki, you want to read something?

"Oh, I'm going to do some digging on the golem."

Over breakfast, I was bald and asked if the library was nearby.

Is there a library itself in this world? It is also an inner question that

I was just ignorant about the Golem last night, and it's been a terrible disaster. So I thought I'd read the book and study properly.

Until now, I had to travel even to die, so I didn't have to think about anything other than living and the monkeys.

But this is how I came out to people now, and I was able to fund my activities.

We are no longer at the stage of thinking about the means of living with monkeys, but with people. To do this, a variety of studies are needed.

The bald house breakfast menu is decent.

On the table in front of you are crispy baked bacon and scrambled eggs.

Warm bread and bean soup on raw vegetable salad. And the goat's milk.

It's an extremely civilized breakfast. Nutritional balance is also well thought out.

Although the salad is mixed with vegetables that I don't know about, or the sesame spot still feels like a different world.

At the table, baldness and tellucci, me and Gore, combine to take their seats across the street. Elf Greek sculpture with bald and young girls and otherworldly and beautiful goddess, surrounding a peaceful morning table.

Perhaps when others see it, it's a very surreal sight.

Lizards are good cooks.

Well, after your wife's death, you're raising your daughter with one male hand.

It seemed like he was in debt and had a chimp pushing him to the store. I couldn't afford to hire a housekeeper.

Shortly after his desperately drugged wife died for nothing, he has no time to grieve and take care of his little sick daughter and chores, and he also has to pay his debts. Well, then, everyone balds. I bald, too.

You'll grow old, you'll bald, and you'll cook better.

No, he'd cook better. There was nothing else.

Must have gotten desperately better.

…………

Well, that doesn't make the sin of buying my demon-guided nuclear disappear.

By the way, I'm sitting at the table right now, wearing a fucking pyjama.

As in my home, I am in a very relaxed state.

... Why did this happen?

That's because I accidentally got off guard this morning and came out into the living room in this nasty pyjama on my waking up.

The bald guy who saw the pajamas gave him an endless subtle look.

What are you, a bald man?!? This is our outfit!

Or, again, my pyjamas were this world-wide out-of-the-box design. Was it a nasty pyjama beyond the dimension......

Well, all we have in this house is gore, baldness and young girls. I no longer care about anything.

By the way, I like this pyjama, Teru.

I'm still a good lady. Pyjama cat (?) and look, "It's you - Mr. Guru! And he said," Yes. "If that's what she says, the identity of this mysterious animal of pajamas is absolutely right - Mr. Guru.

"Hmm, research about the golem in the library..."

The bald man gave a slightly contemplative look, but lowered his brow with regret.

"I don't know because this Tibala is a city that has originally developed as an accommodation town. There's no library here."

"Oh my God, is that so? That's too bad."

I see. From this mouthfeel of baldness, it just doesn't exist in this city, and the library itself seems to exist.

Again, well, that's what I expected.

There were so many typographical books in Zaylane's house that I thought it might be a world that was developing, at least on that side.

"Besides, when you have a facility with advanced specialty books like the one your golem users read... It probably doesn't exist in this Sadie clan."

"... to?

No, I can't read such a difficult specialty book on witchcraft for religious reasons.

If possible, I'd like to get used to the golem version of the "What to do about it" book that little boys read. It's like, for example, "Hakalagi".

Hey, isn't this bald guy overestimating my abilities?

It's time to show off my incompetence and hippo. Otherwise, there will be a conversation.

Lizard. Blah, blah, blah. My level of knowledge is less than Teru, who's smiling at you with a sauce on his mouth while messing with scrambled eggs next to you right now.

Speaking of which, I've always referred to my lack of knowledge as "less than elementary school in this world". But I've already suffered a total defeat from Teru about common sense, for example about lighting. And Teru is 5 years old. Kindergarten. Therefore, based on the correct facts, my common sense skills will be renamed "below kindergarten in this world" in the future.

"No, it's not a specialty book or anything you can read..."

"Huh? Well, whatever, there's about a bookstore in this city."

"Oh, you're serious. Well, let's just do that."

I changed my policy from a library to a bookstore.

The library could be later. First of all, the neighborhood bookstore.

… the water flows towards the lower end.

Nevertheless, I think that even if the basic knowledge of the Golem at the time should be covered by books, etc. in the bookstore, I need to go to the library.

To find out information about Lübeu Zailaine's subpoena.

If you look into the subpoena, you may know something about amnesia and means of return. If memory loss can be cured, I want to cure it, and I want to explore the means of return.

However, these contain quite subtle issues.

First of all, I have amnesia, but now because of the lack of memory of the people close to me, I can do it without much obsession with the original world.

But in a situation where you don't have the means to go home, when you remember halfway through it, you're going to be so homesick, right?

Hi, I'm starting to feel more like a sawdust than I'm aware of...

There is actually a problem with the means of return as well.

Going home alone is out of the question. Gore also needs to be brought home.

Naturally. There's no way I can throw this guy out to such a dangerous dinosaur world alone and go home!

One of my most despised races is the out-of-the-way scraps of pets in a light-hearted way and taking them to the health center in a light-hearted way.

I would never let a copycat like that die. Absolutely, take care of it responsibly until the end.

So at least we need a way home for the two of us.

This is a line that, by my character, will never slip away.

Besides, if we're going back to the original world, we need to make sure we get our memories back.

Because I don't know my name, I don't know my face or my name, and I don't know if I'm here or not.

Even if I can go back to the world, I'm socially defunct!

Damn...... What a troublesome situation.

I really want to beat the shit out of Zailain right now.

In the case of my summons method in the first place, that Zaylan asshole himself, who most likely knew about memory and how to return, is just dying of self-destruction.

It is in super hard mode. All I'm saying is I'm kidding.

If you think calmly about this, it might be better to keep the investigation into the return down in priority on a provisional basis….

Another thing that would need to be looked into would be the "Demon King of Destruction”.

This is an important safety issue. There will be all sorts of possible misidentification arrests, and it's as if the danger is different than knowing nothing and not.

Besides, I feel like this information about where I stand is very bad if you don't know it.

Actually, I've been caught up in something.

Is that really the end of my case about the Demon King of Destruction when I dodge Soul Transcription and get to people?

Without this being the birth of the Demon King of Destruction, has peace come to the world and the whole series of incidents ended, except for the question of how I personally shake myself?

I don't feel that way.

I feel like there's something I don't know.

What is wrapped around my head is a monster like a black demon, who was ambushing me when I left the basin. Only that guy, obviously, had something different.

In terms of strength, maybe the Ancient Land Dragon was much stronger.

Besides, Gore defeated him with a pre-emptive blow.

As a matter of fact, it really was a light clean up compared to a series of outrageous events that took place afterwards, without any particular consequences.

But that's... because Gore was there for me, right?

- Wasn't it supposed to be my adventure, definitively, over there?

I didn't listen to him very well because he was swallowed up by an unusual atmosphere.

But thank you. He seemed to know that I was the king of magic.

I'm supposed to be the first person to see you.

That, too, with considerable certainty.

What the hell does this mean...?

I don't know if the answer to these questions is in the library.

But at least the direction of using it as a stepping stone to information should not be wrong in itself.

I don't know where else to look.

I should have asked Dr. Speria a lot, because I didn't think we were going to have such a sudden breakup.

It probably hasn't taken him 10 minutes since he cut out his goodbye, before he handed him his shoulder bag and he went. It really didn't take long. Of course, it's all my fault that I was shuddering and didn't ask questions...

The edible bacon on the plate in front of me was completely chilled.

The meal was completely stopped by a whirlpool of thought.

The symptoms are exactly the same as those of every Speria teacher.

In my case, I came back to reality on my own.

Gore, sitting next to me, glanced at me worryingly, holding the bread and stopping completely. My face is close.

Looks like my odd behavior made me worry about my sweet partner extra.

"I'm sorry, I was just thinking. It's okay."

When I look, baldness looks at me worried, too.

No, because I don't want that. Because there is no demand.

... Seriously.

If you are this bald man, do you know anything about the Demon King of Ruin?

"Hey, you know what a demon king of ruin is?

"Huh? What abruptly.... Is that an old story about the Demon King of Destruction?

The bald guy looked like he'd eaten, but when he looked at my serious face, he took it.

"Well, maybe I don't know it's your age. It's like the old people are the only ones who do it."

You must be an old man, too, young man!

What an arrogant bald man!

But okay.

"... what kind of legend do you have?

"The Demon King of Destruction is only the Demon King who comes from another world. As the name suggests, it has an alien ability to use magic guidance like a warcraft, or something..."

"Until then, I know too. You're gonna destroy the world, aren't you? Do you know how to destroy it?

Honestly, in my power, I don't want to destroy the world at all.

Assuming I have all the means to free myself at once, I feel like I could give you about a small natural mutation. But that's very local.

Or maybe I can crush one or two of the cities, but that doesn't make much sense to me. This world is wide. There is no way to destroy the world. Plus, like in the ancient Land Dragon Wars, you'd be in a state of magic lapse in one shot.

And when it comes to what I can realistically do, it's about attacking me with a spear or something, rather than a natural mutation. The principle of witchcraft in this world that "even with all the magic, the magnitude of witchcraft in itself does not increase" would be quite shackled if I were to try to destroy the area as the evil magic king.

Is there any other way to destroy the world with my power?

Hmm.

Speaking of possible means, like building a grand golem army?

100 gore, huh?

…………

I got a nasty sweat.

Somehow, to the annihilation of mankind, I suddenly feel realistic.

No, I can't do that! Mainly, it's not Gore's specs, it's my specs problem. I just made one, and that's all I'm dying of weakness. Isn't the lethality rate over 100% at the time I made a couple?

Is the generation of gore reproducible in the first place? I don't think that sounded very successful.

Gore Corps turns the world into a sea of fire while capturing and slaughtering fleeing people on radar. I was the one who blues with a real vision of that figure, but bald people who don't know anything about that keep talking.

"Don't be told that if the Magic King wins, something massive and amazing will be activated and all mankind in the world will die. So whenever the Demon King of ruin appears, mankind is destroyed..."

"... Huh?

Every time the Demon King triumphs, mankind is destroyed? What's this all about?

Isn't the Enchanted King being hit many times in the past and murdered?

But that's what Zaylane wrote in the stone book.

He said that many people had been killed without the ruin of the world.

Isn't that why Zaylane went out of her way to summon me through a two-stage summoning process? To make the strongest demon king of all time, say something...

No. In the first place, yes.

"... If all mankind is dead, why are you here?

"I don't know that! So I guess that means fairy tales, huh?

Oh, you threw this one! What a useless bald man!

"You know, it's Nemaki. In the first place, talking about the Magic King isn't much of a pee-pee thing, is it? I'll talk to you in the house because I'm your opponent.... If the people in the church were to ask me, I wouldn't know what they'd say."

What!? Is this topic taboo for religious reasons!?

Shit, I'm glad I didn't have to ask around in the city.

Nevertheless, I can't speak freely. It's called the religion of this world, it's called my religion, which can only use earthly attributes... Religion is such a cramped thing.

"People's worlds are boring."

"What do you know about your face, you..."

Ignoring the baldness on his face like that, I sighed deeply mourning the irrationality of the world.

That night.

I dreamed of becoming a top breeder and taking care of the Gore Corps on the ranch.

Every Gore was well missed, honest and adorable kids.

But the Gore Army started a spectacular civil unrest washing blood with blood over the order of having me wipe my body.

... and in the end, only one first gore survived.