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

"Nemaki, are you sure you're going? I think it would be nice if we just relaxed in this city..."

"Ugh, baldness! That's how you spoil me right now, and I'm sure I've been framed for staying in this city for two weeks!

By the west gate of the city of Tibala, I had a drink for baldness.

If you spend any more time sloppily in this city, you may be starting to settle in this city in a fait accompli.

- Yes. Two weeks had already passed since Ziville's negotiating play in the city.

Well, this place is comfortable to live in, and the very idea of settling in isn't so bad, but that's not how it works now.

My immediate course of action is to go to the library to check things out, but there is no such thing as a library around here.

In the first place, this region with the city of Tibala. It's officially called the "Sadie Clan," but it's like a country. If you want to go to a library with some structure, you need to take the streets further west to the big cities.

Apparently the largest library in this country is in the imperial capital, far west of the street. I'm just putting it on hold because it almost feels like it's going that far to the boulder.

The most pressing need to look into it now would still be information about the "Demon King of Ruin”.

This is important information about my safety in many ways. There are also circumstances in which it is impossible to make a frivolous interview because of the contraindications placed on the teaching of the Church. There was nothing in Grandma Darcy's bookstore that looked like it either. But if it turns into a library on a boulder, I wonder if there's some kind of book on it. Unless it's a magic book or something, there's a good chance I can read it myself.

In any case, it can be considered a must to be examined as soon as possible for the Ruin's Magic King.

Depending on what I find out there, the way I shake myself in the future will change. There may be a further need to move somewhere, or there may be a hub for activity somewhere. But it's all about getting the information first.

Nonetheless, baldness will hold off, Teru will cry...

I couldn't leave at all.

What the hell is this parent child?!?

Besides, that's not true at all in the last two weeks when I say if I've learned and grown common sense in this world. Speaking of what I was doing, it was like playing with a 5-year-old while doing a store number in a bald shop.

Speaking of other things I was doing, um, yeah......

Oh, yeah. Guinem Bari has almost returned from his injuries in a few days, and the Taoist Golems are also finishing repairs. So, combined with their rehab, I played with them a couple of matchups at the Gore VS Clown Legion golem game. By the way, losers eat rice. Since Gore is currently winning all, Guinem left me lunch.

Or me, sometime Guinem and I usually feel like friends, why the hell??

Well, look...

The point is that during my stay in Tibala, I spent the whole time playing with young girls or just playing games with friends.

Completely corrupt. Summer break for elementary school students.

I haven't grown up in the last two weeks.

Blah, blah, blah. What I've mastered in the last two weeks is the timing just before Gore's eyes ripped and clouded pink, about the skill of stopping the fumble.

Yes, it is. Actually, Gore's eyes cloud and malfunction in pink, besides when he removes the child machine or when he smells my underwear.

Some points, especially the inner thighs, chest, ears, armpits and around the navel, can quickly stain your eyes pink if you wipe them too much. At first I didn't know what to add or subtract, I pinked it right after I overdid it, and it was really hard.

I mean, I feel like there's been a slight increase in the number of pink cloudy points lately, for some reason. Especially around the navel, because I messed around terribly the first night or stuck my finger in it, it seems to have become a complete weakness for Gore. I'm so sorry I did this......

When I stopped the inch, Gore was so chopped up, he clung to me like he wanted something with his moist eyes. But naturally this is an absolutely necessary measure to keep Gore from failing. I'm sorry, you know...

That's how we travel west, right now, at the entrance to the city of Tibala, where we're being dropped off by bald parents and children.

Teru has been crying violently since earlier.

This five-year-old is supposed to be the owner of a surprisingly tough mental. Nonetheless, he was always blubbering and crying just because I talked about leaving. And now that I've refrained from traveling just before, its crying is no longer amazing.

She's crying and still trying to tell me something with all her strength.

"Ho ho ho! Hey, Magi! You're here. You're so scared!!!!"

It completely overpowers my ability to translate mysteries across worlds.

Work harder, my mystery translation skills...... Me, I didn't have to be able to read Lübeu Zailaine's will or anything, so I'm full of wanting to ask you exactly what Teru wants to tell you...

"Buckwheat! Kaho! Kapo!

Teru cried so hard that she started crying.

I rubbed her little back for you.

Gore, who stands next to me, is also playing Teru with me.

When I saw the gesture, I opened my eyes unexpectedly.

That loving palm movement of Gore as a toddler was always the exact same as her hand when she made me.

Usually, it's completely different than when you're ramblingly gassifying Teru.

You still had a genuine passion for the Gore one, Teru...

That's what I thought.

Whether Gore swings the kill or treats it messily, but he connects without fear at all, this little girl. These days Gore used to brush his hair against this kid, put him to sleep, and sometimes show him a bare gesture like his real sister.

I think this is Gore's true primitive personality.

"Nemaki......"

When I look at it, baldness is making my eyes lull like Teru's too.

Hey, don't.

There's no demand at all, that kind of ugly reaction.

"... Nice, Nemaki. You can always come home when you're done with your research."

…………

Yeah, well, you can think about it. I'm generous.

Let's at least consider returning to the basin and New Year's Eve.

I don't think we need to worry about this shop anymore.

Store products are gradually starting to arrive.

Also, even though the seller is undecided, there is currently one monkey's demonic nucleus on hand. In the name of the cost of repairing the wall that Gore broke, that's one extra example I was giving you. There are no more malicious debts with more and more interest swelling, so we should look for a good seller for this demon-guided nucleus, not in a hurry.

Also, amazingly, baldness created a contract with me for a monkey's magic nuke. It is to bald habits. I don't know if you made an investment contract or a consumer loan agreement.

I said I didn't want any dirty bald money, but I wouldn't give up at all. As we already know, this guy is a persistent bald man. It is a divine level perseverance that you have spoken of your carefree wife on top of her beauty with this perseverance. It's no longer some kind of cheat skill. Perhaps whatever I say will be grand. So I took the contract for once.

But for some reason tonight, I have a feeling there's going to be a shortage of wonder and dinner firewood.

The contract will be a good fuel for the price.

The safety around the baldness shop has also been hit first hand.

"... so I asked for the rest. Guinem."

I stood next to my bald father and daughter, turning to a blue-haired, honorable man in a purple robe.

"Oh, I know. I'll take a good look at your father's shop."

Yes, it is. Actually, my God, Guinem Bari was supposed to be concerned about the safety of the bald shops.

This guy seems to have had a lot to think about in this defeat, and he says he will reflect and seriously retrain the golem from scratch.

Yeah, yeah, from now on, we're gonna switch minds and stop hunting beginners.

"... Guinem. You don't betray me with money again, do you?

"I owe Nemaki a big one. It's a saved life. I'm not going to be embarrassed."

Guinem Bari answers with a pungent look.

But the expression broke down a little pitifully.

"Besides, there's no way you can betray Mr. Goletalu. Now it's time to make sure they kill you..."

"Er...? You're just scared of Gore. You said something a little cool right now, but you totally ruined it in an instant..."

Yeah, the Guinem guy, he's been calling me “Mr. Goletalu" lately.

Me and I are mutually discarding tame mouths, but it's a tribute to Gore...

He's also a man I don't know very well. At first he was frightened of me, but gradually he opened his heart and became friendly. But in contrast, he began to be abruptly afraid of Gore.

It was as if, to some horrible truth, I had noticed.

Either way, Guinem seems to be in a state where, frankly, he doesn't have to work for the time being just the advance he was getting at the request of the Paisley Chamber of Commerce the other day. They can calm their hips around here for a while while while properly running a caution stick, etc.

To have a look at the bald shop, I can say just the right person.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that, I don't want to be the one to make a treat around here. Let's just say you name it as a caution stick, but strange people won't lean on the store."

"Uh, is that true?? You're losing everything to us, aren't you?

Since then, rehab and training have meant that Guinem and I have had several practice games for the Gore VS clown team, but Gore, whose eyes are no longer completely used to the movement, is much stronger than the clowns. In about a minute, Gore jumps the neck of all four clowns with a knife, and the game is over.

"That's so weird about the strength of the Nemaki guys!!!"

"What? You're not just Zako?

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The baldness is bittersweet about me and Guinem Bari making a scene.

Ma, blah, this is how I asked Guinem to do things around the bald shop, it's just like insurance.

I don't think we should worry about the Paisley Chamber of Commerce taking a turn for us anymore.

... Actually, that store, it's been gone since then, and it's like it's been burned and crushed.

According to rumors I've heard about baldness, thank goodness that branch had bought the rage of a maddening archmage just before the fire. It is also whispered in the alley that it was the work of its great magician that was extinguished without a trace by the fire.

The fact that it burned in a fire means that its archmage will surely use fire attributes. Really, the fire attribute is not even Roku. Isn't the use just assassination and arson?

Nevertheless, like that chamber of commerce, if you just did something like buy someone else's grudge, this would naturally happen at the end...... I'm going to be careful, too.

Well, in any case, if that's such a big deal, it should no longer be about baldness.

In the first place. They convince the store not to do anything wrong.

I leveled up as a culturalist, with my brilliant bargaining skills.

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I said goodbye to the balds and walked out.

A middle-aged man with an irresistible bald head and an unusual little girl in white.

The completely unlike parent and child waved forever in a similar motion.

I crept through the West Gate and went outside the city.

After a short walk, somehow, I looked back at the streets of Tibala.

It is a peaceful city surrounded by thin dirt walls, lined with wooden architecture.

Originally a city that I only recognized to the extent that I was going to go somewhere else by replenishing supplies appropriately, I stayed there for a long time.

By the way, the shadow of the horrible brutal sorcerer who bears the name of this city, Tibala, will continue to follow me...

I don't even know that right now.

By the west gate stands the old man with the spear relaxing.

I looked back at the gate, so my old man gave me a meeting.

I politely returned the meeting, too.

Apparently, in the last two weeks, I've been totally remembered for my face.

Or so, old man. It would be nice to have a courtesy meeting, but will you stop looking at Gore's ass all the time while he's at it? My partner is pretty tingly.

Well, it's not limited to this old man...

You've all seen Gore's milk and ass too much. They totally found out. Gore, that's so frustrating. Every time Gore is about to explode, I have to hold my hand and do it to quell my anger. Consider my hardship too...

I have no choice. Shall we just leave while Gore doesn't bite the old man?

I walked forward again.

A few steps forward, to the lid, the sound of the wind disappeared from the surroundings.

I stopped for a moment feeling uncomfortable, but immediately came to my mind for a reason.

Oh, I see.

The western wind, which had been on my face for a long time, was suddenly the result.

The westerly winds are still blowing in this part of the country, but sometimes the wind stops.

"Are you going now?

Someone called me to sew such a westerly wind gap.

When I realized, there was one old woman I'd seen, standing right next to me.

... Oh? Aren't you the candy balls grandmother?

She gave me candy balls all the time.

This one is also the only girl I've ever had success with in this city.

Think of it, if this old lady who talked to me first in the city at that time hadn't told me about the existence of a demon prop shop, I wouldn't even have met my bald father and daughter.

It was also this old lady who told me that baldness was borne a terrible debt on your daughter's medication bill. If I hadn't known such circumstances, I probably wouldn't have gotten involved with baldness any more.

If you think about it that way, should I say a fate hoax or what?

With someone else's casual word, things don't know how the hell to fall.

"Yes. Thank you for taking care of that verse. Unfortunately, I'm not staying either. I have important business to attend to."

politely greet the elderly.

I'm basically a good man for courtesy of the elderly. Baldness is the exception.

Even so, this old lady, it's abrupt every time.

I always feel like I'm already close by when I realize.

Even the overprotective Gore one, is that just the safe grandmother no-check?

And while I was thinking about it, when I casually tried to look back at my partner...

Suddenly, my grandmother grabbed my shoulders with her hands as thin as a dead tree.

And by my own side, I drew him all the way.

My face and face are going to stick together.

Not good. My lips are going to touch me at this distance, my older lady.

We've just met, and I was wondering if that's just early...

From her hair, she smelled like a fluffy, strange herb.

It is not an unpleasant scent. Nice smell.

Nevertheless, this lady, if you look closely, has a very neat face. When I was younger, I would have become a sardine hottie.

The candy balls old lady has been staring at me.

Her golden-colored eyes, seen up close, had a more powerful light than expected.

The warm, powerful light that can be directed at me, but why... There was nothing I could do, it looked sad.

"You know, I think you're going to have a big time... You know, you should never give up on the way."

Mm, is this the one called Life Lessons by the Older Man?

I'll keep it in my liver as a young man, old lady.

But the words that followed from her mouth towards me like that were very puzzling.

"... - because you are the sweetest king... I can't believe you're the first one to die. That really shouldn't happen. There's never been a fate from the beginning."

Hey, what...?

Is that some kind of philosophy?

Wait for me, Grandma. I'm not a very good student of philosophy.

My grandmother put my head in a messy hand to confuse me. Then she left as if nothing had happened.

At the end of the day, he gave me a candy ball in a bag. Kind.

The westerly wind blows through my ears again.

I was standing in the street holding a bag with candy balls.

... but what is it?

In the end, don't feel like that old lady and Teru were the only girls I could have attacked in this city of Tibala.

Grandma Darcy at the bookstore or something, though, seemed like she could drop it in just one step.

But I don't know, some more, like... At the very least, I'd like to be about that middle age.

How the hell am I supposed to flag a relationship with a woman my age?

Are you telling me there's something that's inhibiting my encounter?

With that in mind, I tried to take the candy balls I just got out of the bag.

My hand slipped and I almost dropped one.

A white palm stretched out from next door naturally receives candy balls.

And he kept his fingers gently, gently, gently, putting candy balls in my mouth.

"... thanks, Gore"

The owner of those white and beautiful fingers stares back with calm deep red eyes.

The moment I smiled and thanked him, my long ears moved slightly.

Hey, buddy, what do you think? Am I breaking the flag with girls my age before I even realize it myself...

From the candy balls in your mouth, gentle sweetness and.

It tasted slightly like a strange nut.