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

The city of Zibil, outside the city walls.

By the wagon, I dropped my shoulder disappointingly and nodded.

The outcome of the negotiations with the Chamber of Commerce was itself a great success. He made Sepelo, the branch manager, promise not to let him serve around the bald spot shop. If I broke my promise, I would persevere in protesting, and I kept my word.

The compensation to the grandfather of the owner of the carriage also received an unusually large sum.

The large golden bag that the frightened facial expressions had handed to them to push at the mercy of a few people was swollen up in gold coins. It was too heavy for me, so much so that Gore carried me. I don't know, Grandpa, isn't this now completely cheap in old age...?

Well, Grandpa felt frightened, so it's a natural consolation.

Grandpa said we should all split up, but the money is for a good reason, and it's something you should receive. If you really want to say so, I want you to split the bald spot and me in mountains. Lizard didn't get any compensation mainly because of our gore......

... but that's not where the problem came from.

I'm lying on the carriage carrier, I saw Guinem Bari.

He is now receiving first aid with a healing magic prop like a flashlight of an example from a bald spot.

Shortly after the negotiation was concluded, I got up with my hands off Sepelo, and first of all, Sepelo's body was turned into a tragic grossing image, and I lost my temper.

After the joints all over his body were removed, his tibia and forearm bones were broken and, moreover, all 20 fingers on both hands and feet were screwed like drills. Plus, on top of being politely stripped down to your nails...... no, let's not draw any more.

Ugh, I just remembered, I feel like it again...

What the hell happened to him? No way, another example of a cross-world mystery phenomenon?

Frightened I took a few steps back.

That's when something hit my leg behind my back.

It was the sight of further shock that jumped into my eyes when I looked back and saw my feet. The moment I saw this, Sepelo's glow imaging, etc., no longer blew it completely out of my head.

On the floor at your feet, what a rolling witness, Guinem Bari, who became like a borough rag!

I woke him up, and even when I called him desperately, he was like, "Suck it... I'm sorry......" I just repeated. I wonder how scared I felt. My chest was tightened.

I knew what caused Guinem Bari to be in such a terrible state.

No, on the contrary, I can no longer doubt it.

Logically, there's only one cause for this to happen.

- Yes, Guinem Bari, who was a witness to the crime, was assaulted by the Paisley Chamber of Commerce in a gap where we looked away!

I couldn't protect my witness.

Despite the fact that it has been brought to the negotiating table under its own responsibility.

I felt burned in penance and self-reproach.

Nestled in the shadow of the carriage, Gore peered in worried as he nodded with a crying face even now.

Gore's gentle eyes stared at me and my heart was completely weak, and I began to expose my pounding and mood. I couldn't help but ask someone how I felt when I was about to be crushed by regret.

"Gore, I regret it... Because of my helplessness, I was unable to prevent the despicable violence against the witnesses of the Paisley Chamber of Commerce."

I couldn't stand the fact that someone irresistible had been badly hurt by irrational violence because of me.

Talking made me cry a little.

Speaking of which, this has always happened. I used to cry at dogs when I was sad.

"Such a terrible criminal chamber, I wish it had disappeared.... but yeah. I'm sure the worst part is that I was just sweet to you and I didn't see the witness myself properly. I want to disappear."

Gore gently and gently muddled my tears with his fingers, listening to me seriously.

He's a very good listener.

"... thanks for asking, Gore"

When I finished throwing up my stupidity, I was gentle with Gore's head.

Oh? Usually I'm happy to move my ears around like a dog's tail, but I'm a little overreacted today.

Those deep red eyes stare at the marks of my tears.

Anyway, talking to Gore made me feel just a little easier.

I walked out to the carriage with the balds.

Let's change our minds. For me, there might be something I can do for Guinem Bari.

At this time, I didn't realize the signs of Gore had disappeared from behind.

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…… - Paisley Chamber of Commerce and Zibil Branch.

Already the surrounding wild horses are scattered, and the doors of the merchant hall are tightly closed.

In the lobby of the scattered building of documents, Sepelo, the branch manager, was yelling and scattering at the surrounding officials as he spit.

"What the hell are you guys doing! All aligned and useless, these incompetent people!

Sepelo tried to slap his fist against his desk in frustration, but his right arm remained strong and did not rise above his shoulder.

I haven't been able to fist or grip. Keep your fingertips open, you're just trembling.

As a matter of fact, until earlier, he had been treated for wounds by hired magicians.

Hands and feet, too, the majority of the appearance is back to its original way.

But some of his hands and left leg still didn't move at all.

As for emergency medicine, it is excellent water attribute healing magic, but this is actually not universal. When it comes to site defects or therapeutic practices that fall under advanced medical care, it takes a rare, completely different attribute of witchcraft on the part of almost users.

It was thought that his hands and feet, which were so badly hurt, would definitely have sequelae.

"Damn! All of this failure, if at all, is due to the incompetence of Jet Barlow. Those faint eyelids, they look like shit..."

Sepelo groaned with abomination.

JET BARROW, a young man who happened to be visiting us on a separate occasion from his head office in Kinas. He expressed a keen interest in the series of disturbances caused by this use of the diocesan golem.

Jet Barlow was a touchy figure named Rare Crossbow Golem, who had never damaged his job. Furthermore, this young man was one of his favorite subordinates, who was allowed to refrain from doing so on his side.

It was only then that Sepelo took advantage of him. Yet.

"I purposefully told him that I paid the sorcerer's association even high money to put on a flavor of 'Four Ways Use'... That's just one golem opponent who could be any horsebone, defeated without a hand or a leg? Holy crap!

Sepelo yelled, staring at his own right arm, which did not move.

That's right. That Oriental cathedral golem user. That young man who made my hands and feet this way. He's the only one I'll ever forgive.

Sepelo's face is shown on the white and luxurious desk of a mirror-polished merchant museum.

That face, which looked good, was ugly and distorted by anger.

Sepelo was thinking.

Never before has she acted in accordance with the instructions set out by Reiki and failed. It was supposed to be an easy task as usual, once again, to process people hostile to the Chamber of Commerce in secret, as per the manual.

He had the pride of being an outstanding person of his choosing. And I had pride in my glorious background. I had no intention of forgiving the man who hurt that pride. It was always necessary to give him a taste of the humiliation he deserved.

"Gather your men. For a reason, you can request backup from the head office.... If you can't kill the man himself, you can attack him from within."

Those eyes behind the glasses of a middle-aged man with grey hair were shimmering with killing intent and excitement.

"I will darken the father of an unprecedented magic prop shop. I don't mind my daughter, but don't kill her. Use as a hostage. I will show you a tragic sight, engraved on his eyelid and not disappearing until he dies..."

He looked like he remembered something.

And he uttered words in a casual manner, as if ordering an extra glass of cheap liquor.

"Oh, yeah. Then wash out the identity of their carriage owners and kill them. Because you were weirdly obsessed with that filthy twitch, that man. You'll see a good expression."

All the staff who were instructed began to move neatly. Even for them, this is just part of the routine they're used to doing.

Isn't it like a glorious world of paintings for men and women who are brilliant and capable to walk around in a brilliant trading house?

Sepelo looked at the situation with satisfaction.

His face, which was distorted, is already returning to its original, flawed face.

"He's a stupid man. You don't have to keep promises like that."

I tried to get a thin grin on his neat mouth, and then...

Suddenly, a wall near the ceiling was breached and something shining white fell indoors.

All the officials lost their words and were distracted by the very abrupt events.

Some parts of the ceiling or walls that make a split noise and fall to the floor.

But only a shadow as white as that snow, when it landed, made no noise at all.

The light that plunges through the collapsed wall illuminates the white shadow.

The look is breathtaking.

Red eyes, long ears. A silky maiden with silky hair.

Even children know it. It appears in the mythology of the ancient goddess herself.

But what they saw in this goddess in front of them were two red eyes with dark darkness.

Behind those eyes, I couldn't ask for any emotions.

It was as if even the boring bugs before I stepped on them were watching.

At this time, everyone on the spot was remembering.

A brunette with sharp eyes, wearing a burnt brown robe.

A Gentile golem user, who unharmed his side-by-side assassins and raised his slaughtered enemies in a golem like a flag, but himself appeared in the merchant hall as if there was no great deal of hostility.

That man repeatedly tortured his bloody asshole while smiling and precisely manipulating the golem.

And the words he left behind when he left.

- If I don't keep my word, I'll come to you again and again to negotiate.

Without any foretaste, the shadow of the white goddess flashed greatly.

Shortly afterwards, his vision wobbled, and suddenly he stained bright red in front of him.

That was the last sight they saw.

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Our carriage has already left the city of Ziville.

Guinem Bari was frightened and had a physical fitness seat in the corner of the carrier.

Poor thing, the despicable assault must have left me traumatized... I treated him, but his face is still bumpy, and the bandages on his fingers are painful. Especially if you're on your finger, they say it takes time to fully heal.

I'm sorry, Guinem. I just took my eyes off...

I felt responsible and depressed again.

Before I left, my grandfather was separating a few peachy fruits from my load.

I asked Gore to cut the peach.

She used her favorite green knife and cutely cut peaches to a classy bite size.

I sliced it up and gave it to Guinem Bari.

Guinem was receiving with trembling.

Me, I don't think this guy is that bad...

This clown golem was so politely polished.

I think he doesn't skip it every day and fumbles it with care.

And four of them, four of them.

I was wondering if Gore was going to snooze four people every day, and I was going to get distracted.

Well, wipe it properly......

Speaking of which, these clowns need to be properly recovered.

When you're feeling better, don't play golem games with me again.

I stuffed a sweet peach and saw the city of Givir, which was already much smaller.

I saw a thin black smoke rising from the city.

I wonder what that is.

Speaking of which, even just before we left, I think the city would have made more noise if it did.

The street on its way to the Chamber of Commerce was full of people, like they were waiting for a parade, and, hey, was there a festival in the city today?

So maybe that's burning fire at the festival.

Burning a big bonfire during a festival is pretty good in any country. I guess this world is no exception.

In many cultures, fire has a sacred meaning.

I was kind of remembering a baked potato made from a bonfire.

"Hey, this world... it wasn't. Is there any sweet potato or something in this country that makes you hokey when baked? It was in my hometown."

Bald replied with a relaxed face after making a slightly contemplative gesture.

"If it's a similarly sweet potato like that, it's in the south region in this country. It also sells in the markets of the big cities. I used to eat a few times when I was in business when I was younger."

"Oh, does it exist"

I might be able to bake potatoes from different worlds. You have a hot chest.

"But unfortunately, those products will come first into the city to the extent of Tibura and Gibil"

"Oh my God, I don't know..."

I'm stubborn.

"Nothing. The potatoes around here aren't bad, either, are they? I'll cook potatoes next time."

No. That's not what this is about, baldness.

Well, nothing, I'm in favor of tasting potato dishes from this region in and of itself.

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We arrived at the bald house after plenty of sundown.

Apparently, the world, the road conditions are good. I also have magic props for the carriage lighting, so I guess I can do it if I want to drive at night. Still, I usually think about safety and rarely do it.

After putting little Teru to bed, we had three men in the living room, drinking potato dishes.

It's like a little debt service celebration.

The members are Baldy, me and Guinem Bari.

Gore is packing laundry behind me.

Yeah, it is. Guinem Bari is also present.

I was forced to bring him to the bald house.

Guinem Bari hated it, but it was my fault that he was injured. There's no way you can throw it out on the way home......

When I think calmly about why I'm drinking with the guy who was an assassin until this morning, it's a situation I'm not sure about myself.

But I don't have a choice.

'Cause it's pathetic that me and Baldy are drinking, but just Guinem is out of company, right?

By the way, the potatoes I'm pinching right now are potato-like potatoes.

It's still a little different from the original world potatoes. Slightly more bulky than potatoes, would it be a little elongated? Nevertheless, it is almost at a level close to error.

This otherworldly potato was bought by your grandfather, who had heard us thriving in potato talk in the carriage, distracted us and bought it in a village on the way down the street.

Grandpa was, until the end of his journey, a gentleman who really cared.

Lizard handily cooked this potato and made a knob.

Grilled potato cheese, is that what it is?

Easy to eat, chopped potatoes, served with cheese and bacon and baked on the side. It is seasoned with several sauces and spices.

I wonder what this bright green sauce is? Though it looks like basil to me.

I took a bite.

There it is! It's a hockey.

...... yeah. Simple, yet quite delicious.

This guy is a bald favorite, and his late wife says he made it well.

Again, the decision-maker is this sauce, but what your wife made seems to be much better than this.

Lizard starts his love (cursory) conversation with his wife crying when he gets drunk.

This is a sad wife.

Lizards drunk by Gundan speak with tears in their eyes.

That when I was young enough to be in business, I met my wife on my journey and fell in love.

That she was an angelic woman with beautiful chestnut hair.

Being shaken twice or so, but still persistently attacked.

At the end of the day, that your wife finally broke it for me.

Saving money for the rest of my life while the two of us were in business, and finally having a memorial store in the city.

That I was really happy to be given a child that I was about to give up.

That on a cold, snowy night, a pretty girl was born.

Wow, happy days with your sweet wife and daughter.

But then your wife and daughter, they got seriously sick.

The fact that the wife of the hospital bed asked me for your daughter's future.

At the end of the day, your wife told me you were happy.

That you came hard, no matter how hard it was, to support that word.

Damn, it's a poisonous, rear charm experience for me and Guinem Bari ears who are single.

I had a lot of wine left in the glass.

"Damn, the bald one. When I just talked, I fell asleep drunk. I can't help it......"

At this time, I realized there was.

I can hear you sobbing from somewhere.

Looking next door, Guinem Bari was crying.

Come on, give me a break.

"Guinem, you didn't cry about your fucking bald love story. It's a really pathetic one..."

"... Guru. That's what Nemaki says, 'cause you're crying.... Zuppi"

"Huh? Am I crying? Such factual and unfounded false information... Guru, I hope you don't..."

Me and Guinem Bari carried him to his bedroom bed so that his wife's lifeless drunk wouldn't catch a cold.

The night in the city of Tibala is quieter.