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

Now we come to Chotos Demon Prop Store, commonly known as Bald Shop in me, which is a bald store.

Baldness is in business.

The customer doesn't come at all...

Me and Teru are having snack baked treats at the shop table.

Gore is also sitting in the next seat.

What we're eating right now is sweet cookie-like treats.

Crisp, tastes like honey and milk.

This guy looks like a common treat. I also sell it in my neighborhood stalls.

By the way, the store owner bald is due to be away from the store this afternoon.

I've been snuggling around since morning, and I'm wearing something a little more beautiful today.

Well, where baldness fashioned how much, honestly, it's an error.

Why bald people are wasting their efforts. As a matter of fact, apparently, a buyer was just found in some of the monkey's demon-guided nuclei.

Congratulations.

We're talking about the Magic Guided Nuclear is a seller's market, and there's always a certain demand.

Speaking of which, what do people buy a demon-guided nucleus do in stone like that? Will it also be an accessory for Madame?

"Hey. No. What the hell do you use a demon-guided nucleus for?

I blushed bald. Teru's spilling pork and baked sweets, while laying a handkerchief on her little knee.

I meant to ask casual questions, but bald reactions were more full of amazement than I expected.

He opens his mouth and eventually looks at me with a surprised look.

"Ha...? For what? Are you kidding me, you?

"No, I'm not making fun of you. I really don't know..."

"Although it would be a golem! Golem! There are many ways to use the Demonic Nucleus, but when it comes to the most floral form, it would be to use it as the nucleus of the Golem. I would also use it for your goletalu."

"WHAT!? Were you? You had no idea, did you?

Me, did you put that thing in Gore?

I don't remember it at all.

"No, no. You're a magician, how do you not even know that?

Look at me opening my eyes to stunned new facts, completely flashing bald faces.

But eventually I got the look of one convinced.

"Uh...... Hey, you, all you have to do is move about Goletalu in succession to service, and you don't want to generate it? He was a really good house boy. No, but I didn't even know I was going to use all that..."

Lizards look at me with their eyes like they see pathetic objects.

And I took a deep sigh.

"It's Nemaki. I didn't think so thinly from the start, but you, you are still more arrogant than I imagined..."

"What the fuck is that?!? Let's get this straight, bald!

Was the Demonic Nucleus the object used to produce the Golem?

Hit it, is this the secret of a golem that is not for introductory use and does not collapse?

But there's no way you put that stuff in when you generate gore.

First, I picked up the monkey's demon core long after I made Gore. Rather, Gore helped me with it when I picked it up.

You're telling me you were mixing foreign substances in raw materials before I knew it?

To me with a puzzled face, baldness began to explain to me to teach an asshole elementary school.

"... okay, Nemaki. The Golem is circulating magic into the vegan body like blood by means of a demonic nucleus in its chest. This is what they call" circular magic. "

"Circulating magic......?

I decided to listen to a bald man lecture.

If ignorance is no longer dispersed, there is no choice. Listening is a temporary disgrace.

"This guy, in short, is applying the principle that the Warcraft use the Demon Guided Nucleus to control the flow of magic. The primitive body of the golem, which is supposed to be a product of earthly attribute magic, stops collapsing thanks to the enhanced bond between the particles thanks to this circulating magic."

"Heh, does a golem that doesn't collapse have such a tease..."

So I wonder if it's the same reason that the stones that monkeys are producing on their body surfaces don't collapse.

They were talking about the Golem plankton.

"By the way, it's a secondary effect of this circular magic that makes powerful golems less susceptible to outside magic interference. I don't know much about it either, because it's going to be a professional story around here. Anything tells the story of magic scattered by circulating magic currents and returning to the particles."

Oh, that's the one I saw in Dr. Speria's class!

As I listened to the bald narrative, I knew very well that Dr. Speria had provided me with a beginner's explanation in plain language.

Did he find out from the beginning that I was below kindergarten...?

With that in mind, a bald man put a cup of coffee in front of me.

Aren't you comfortable with baldness?

The fact that she was eating sweet cookies with the toddler just made her want tea or coffee.

Look, neighbor Teru has hot milk served.

Worries about not letting children take caffeine. Don't do it, bald guy.

Teru, you're a 5 year old but you only look like you're about 3...... I want you to drink a lot of milk and grow up healthy and big.

I noticed that I was trying to have coffee while I was guiding the future of the child.

... Is it really coffee to fulfill this otherworldly mystery drink?

A blackish drink that exudes warm hot air, in a rustic ceramic cup.

Slightly wary, scent it, take a sip.

Oh, you're usually close to coffee after all. The flavors are subtly different.

It tastes a little cheesy, but if you split it and drink it as instant coffee from another world, you can go normal. Not bad.

I'm in a good mood for coffee from other worlds.

He himself was a bald man sitting across from the table drinking relaxed, otherworldly coffee, but opened his mouth as I recall there.

"... Oh, yeah. Speaking of the Magic Guided Nucleus, let's not forget another element. The Magic Guided Nucleus is endowed with the“ pseudo personality ”of its golem."

"pseudo personality?

"Well, you mean the Demonic Nucleus is like the brain of the Golem"

Is it like artificial intelligence?

There doesn't seem to be an advanced machine in this world, and I wonder if it's reproduced by magic.

If you ask me, the digits of intelligence are completely different between the golem for the introducer and our golem. It's about as different as a Radiocon toy and an ultra-high performance android.

"I see. Is it because Gore is smart, unlike the Golem for Getting Started that doesn't contain the Demonic Nucleus"

But did I put something like that...?

Hmmm......??

"That's the thing. Of course, Goletalu's chest should contain the Demon Guided Nucleus. Unlike the Platelet, the Demonic Nucleus cannot be repaired if it is destroyed. We have to take care of it."

"Ooh. Okay."

Baldness is somewhat dissatisfied with my subtle answer.

Coffee in one hand, he went on to say more.

"The Golem's pseudo personality. It can be said that the heart of that golem itself, formed with a pile of memory and experience. Your Goletalu is so clever even in the usual unmanipulated state. I'm sure your ancestors have been using it for a long time."

Were you...... Thank you, ancestor......

While I thanked my mysterious ancestors, I stared at Gore's chest, which would contain a demonic nucleus.

Yeah, you have the usual, very shapely, elegant breasts.

But this guy seems to be a cathedral golem by classification, so why didn't he get milk like the boob golems that were in the cathedral? If you want to show your spirit of service, I'd rather have breast implants than elf ears.

... Ha! No, you're not. I don't judge people by the size of their breasts.

Either way, the baldness explanation now was a very conflicting part for me.

In my experience fighting the cathedral boob golem, I already know that when the golem breaks its head or its neck is severed, it stops functioning.

But in addition to this, I've always wondered if there might be some kind of deadly “steeple" in the Golem.

Even though their heads were exposed when they were crushed, they were purposefully wearing increased armor of special stones like armor on their chests. And Gore and the boobs fighting, each other, never aimed at the other's breasts. As if that were also the rules of the game.

Well, I also feel like Gore was just trying to smash his head with his instincts, with his usual feeling when killing monkeys. No, you definitely would......

So far I've thought about it, and I've come to think of something.

If the cathedral golems did it for a moment, they would have breast implants, and it's not just a producer's hobby or anything, but a design that contemplates the protection of the demonic nucleus of the chest? Right. That kind of reasoning explains just as well that if we all do it, we have long back hair. That hairstyle should protect the steep chest and neck muscles from the attack on the back.

But then, is it okay to name the diocesan golem even though Gore isn't a boob shot??

Staring at Gore's chest, it was me who had been delayed for a while in my thoughts about the exorcism nuke and breast implosion, but I looked up and saw Gore's face.

Deep red eyes sparkle a strong glow, as if filled with anticipation and joy, with long ears proudly tiny and tingly shaking.

What the hell makes you so happy, you...

But you do. Whether foreign matter is mixed in the raw material, it has nothing to do with it. If the Cathedral Golem Maniac complains about the size of his chest, I'll risk my life to argue with him.

You can be proud of your chest, because you're my best partner.

"But you know a lot about the Golem."

In fact, baldness seems quite knowledgeable about the golem. At least you're totally over the primer level. Regardless of whether you are a scholar and competent culturalist, you can do well for this bald man who is incompetent.

"Well, I'll deal with the professional pattern, the magic guide nucleus. This much is natural. Instead, I don't know anything. You're more embarrassed."

…………

The bald guy answering had eyes on elementary school students who were completely unaware of common sense.

Ku, damn it, you fucking bald...!

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The bald guy went out earlier.

I'm Gore and Teru, and the three of us are in the store.

Speaking of which, Teru's out at the store today, isn't he?

Well, he's such a little, sick kid. Even before, baldness must not have wanted me to leave a message alone at home.

But the chimps are coming rough, so I guess I couldn't bring them to the store.

The customer doesn't come at all, but he needs to pick up his luggage because a vendor may come in and out today. The bald spot I had to sell the Magic Guided Nucleus was in trouble, so I changed the store number without thinking about it.

I was actually going to go to a Japanese store right now, but I don't know how to just leave Teru alone and go out with me.

In the meantime, I'm going to stay here for a few days before the bald guy pays off his debts.

Because if the Chamber of Commerce sends in the chimps again and they embezzle you because you're going to have a purpose for repayment, it's too pathetic...... I was going to protest properly and let him write the receipt.

…………

No, you're not. I'm just trying to get greedy with free meals and free lodging.

I'm never pitying myself when I'm fucking bald.

Teru sits on her lap from earlier on, painting.

She was smiling and in a good mood, painting yellow lemons. You have lemons in this world, too.

"This is Nemaki, you're here, - Mr. Guru!

"Oh, you look just like me. That's a good drawing."

... This yellow one is - Mr. Guru. It's my pajama mystery animal.

Naturally, I noticed it from the beginning.

"Here it is, Fuori Mutsubakan. This is Hannah."

"You're really cute. Teru's a good painter."

Of course, I don't know what this red and black toy means to me. But it's something that stretches in praise of children's talents. This is very important.

You were happy to be praised for the painting, Teru making me roll my eyes and hug me shaking my little body.

- Suddenly, Gore held Teru up rampantly and forced him to sit on his own lap.

Oh, whoa.

I was surprised by the sudden, but I guess Gore also wanted to hug me.

This guy still likes kids.

Teru is also perfectly happy. Um, it's a smiling sight.

Nevertheless, when Teru started painting like this on Gore's knees, I had absolutely nothing to do.

The vendors who are supposed to bring their luggage and the others never show any signs of visiting.

Not a single guest is coming.

But I can't help this. It's not that the bald shop has a bad mood or anything, it's probably because it doesn't contain a lot of products.

Even from the outside streets, I can see at a glance that there is no product in the dilapidated store.

If you have a visitor coming in with this, it's about an ignorant otherworlder.

Well, when the guests arrive, so, in a member named King of Wizards below Toddler Girl, Golem and Kindergarten, I definitely have trouble dealing with customer service.

I kind of walked up to the merchandise shelf and took one piece of dirt dice that was sold out in large quantities.

This is a magic trick too, isn't it?

In a shelf where the blanks stand out, this much remains to be sold...

"Hey, Teru. Teru, do you know how to use magic props?

I asked a question to a young lady senior painting at the back table.

Senior Toddler jumped well off Gore's knees and ran over to me with his hands up.

"Yes, yes! I'm teru! Uh, hey, this is not how I do it."

She rinsed her little palm with round white magic props that she had removed from the merchandise shelf.

"Here's the thing, eh! I will!

Then the magic prop in my hand began to glow.

Oh, that was awesome, Senior! But the commentary is too full!

But I hadn't missed a flash of particles gathering in the magic props for a moment. Probably thunder particles.

Hey, with the same procedure as when generating normal sorcery, should I be able to use magic?

I concentrated my consciousness and poured magic into the earthy dice.

I'm used to this work. When you make a golem, you have to leave your magic running for a long time, and even earth-speared surface-to-air missiles have to shed their magic to maintain their shape without collapsing.

Ahead of the concentrated consciousness, particles of earth converge on brown dice poured in magic.

- At this time, for some reason, I had a bad feeling.

The great rock doors of the basin that began to turn into grotesque lily flowers.

Detonated stone book restraints.

The generation of pebbles that have ruined the garden tip of Zailane's lair.

Various past events follow the back of the brain one after another.

Soon after, the dice in my palm swelled up like a puffy cake.

The dice burst in abundance with the noise of a squeaky explosion.

They scattered particles of dirt, unbroken and dispersed.

Uh-oh! I did it again AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!