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

A living room about ten tatami sizes away from Grandma Tete's mansion.

I slept alone beside the enclosure.

The ashes in the enclosure are freshly poked with round cakes on the skewers.

It would be time to eat.

This cake was prepared for me before Gore left.

Don't bother with me. Kind.

Yes, there is no gore on this occasion.

Gore dumped me and left...

Grandma Tete and I went to the mother house earlier.

Take me as close as a parent and child......

Somehow, the bridesmaid training said something like this.

I said I wasn't going to send my sweet gore to my daughter-in-law with a golem of horsebones.

I don't know what to do, Grandma took Gore.

Gore, aren't you being manipulated by some evil Baba plot? Please, Gore, don't be bad. Oh, Gore......

I was feeling deeply lonely and free.

...... yeah. Well, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I don't have someone to play with, and I'm simply free.

There's no baldness, no teru, no guinem here to help you.

In the first place, I just got here yesterday in this "inside the golem”. No one knows each other.

Besides, yesterday, I was cleaning this separation and bringing in furniture, and the day was over. Actually, today is like the first day.

Instead, I was glad that Gore went out to his mother's house for fun.

I think it's a tremendous trend for Gore to walk freely, which is too good for me.

However, there will be a part of this that the special environment - inside the golem - makes it so rather than Gore suddenly becoming sociable......

Perhaps Gore, who is too cautious, can stay away from me for a long time because he recognizes that this is a safe zone. The golems in the corner of this example always defend their topsoil enemies by opening them completely. There's probably a couple of other things in there, like that one corner.

Furthermore, Grandma Tete's golem, “Debus”, which guards this house, is probably doomed and bitter. Only he, honestly, feels like he can't see the bottom.

Gore would have been so distracted to protect me on his own the whole time. It's completely different in here than before.

I want you to stretch your wings slowly and do what you enjoy doing.

"Instead, I'm still curious about that, my grandmother's partner Debus..."

I took the Golem Drawings with one hand and the hot baked rice cake skewers with one hand.

And then he cheeked.

Oh, delicious. Slightly sweet, this cake.

It's like a sweet potato. It tastes nostalgic.

The sweet potatoes of the South that bald people used to talk about, hey, this could be about.

I ate a cake and turned all over the drawings.

Such a nasty, vicious design golem, the drawings don't say as if.

Dirt Warrior, I also looked for an index under the name, but there were still no pages in question.

If you're a golem with a green corner playing gatekeeper, it's in the drawings.

“One Corner Golem." A light golem with extensive topsoil defense and base defense capabilities. Features a long single corner protruding from the head. Excellent mobility, fight-oriented aircraft.

This guy is big but his footwork is light and he moves fast. So, yeah, it seems like a good fit for a job like security. In the description of the drawings, it's not the White Soldiers or melee fights, but around what it says on purpose and over again, you still fight in Stegolo's fight-and-kill method, like Gore.

Fine. Horns are growing, fighting with fists. Isn't it really a boy hobby?

I'm not dissatisfied with my partner Gore, but I'm a boy too, so I still want to try and keep a golem like that......

Yes. I used to be a boy who loved beetles and stuff.

The horn was a man's romance.

There are many things growing horns and togetoes in the helmet, a man's battle outfit, that honestly are of no use otherwise in combat, no matter what the Japanese used to be. No, let me be clear. Big horns in the helmet are not helpful, but can be caught and cause a horse to fall, dangerous with a straw and a bee. Normally there is a danger to life.

Still, a man puts his life on a big horn. When it comes to Japanese armor, it makes the corners even bigger, even more so by purging gimmicks for when caught on purpose.

... Why get that far and put a big horn on it?

That would be decided. Because I want to wear a big horn. It's not rational.

There exists a thirst for a hot soul, which is hardly understood by the ladies of the world, only allowed to be understood by a gentleman with an innocent and noble heart who can be received more than in ancient times. And I didn't leak into such an example either, I had a hot gentleman's soul.

Yes. Brothers of gentlemen with many hot souls will already understand.

Men are more or less instinctive levels, and they love horns and togetherness for nothing.

I was suddenly driven by the urge of a hot gentleman who wanted to do something about that corner.

Right. I'm free now anyway.

Let's go get along with a corner and visit the village.

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I stepped out of Grandma Tete's property and walked out.

The grandmother's mansion is in the deepest, slightly higher part of the interior. So to get to the entrance gate inside where one corner was waiting for me, I needed to make a longitudinal run through the inside, down a loose hill.

In short, there's a great distance to the entrance inside.

I walked around and looked inside like a tourist.

Standing houses are fine, but the atmosphere is peaceful in the countryside itself.

There are chickens walking around not sure what house they keep them in.

Naturally, there are people inside.

I have the impression that there are somewhat more elderly people, but especially if the number of grandmothers does. So far the elderly are all women and have not seen men at all.

It's just my grandmother, she doesn't have a grandfather at all.

It's something that originally women tend to live longer, but I feel biased nonetheless. Are all your grandfathers firmly and diligently out in the field, unlike me in my pitiful Baba hippo state?

Anyway, the old men in there already know about me.

You all talk to me very friendly.

"Oh, you're Dr. Tete and this new apprentice."

"Oh, you're a good man, as rumored."

Thank you, my sweet Madam. But I already know that an old man will probably let go of the young man's appearance.

...... hmm? Wait a minute.

Dr. Tete, you mean probably Grandma Tete, right? Am I supposed to be that grandmother's apprentice?

It's your first time, that kind of information!

I already have a master with a very good example of a culturalist named Dr. Speria! Well, naturally, you just apprenticed on your own in me.

Anyway, I don't remember being apprenticed to Baba, a ferocious barbarian, opposite the culturalist.

"Um, wait. I'm not that guy's apprentice..."

Me trying to correct a misunderstanding and explain the facts. But then one of my grandmothers offered me a lot of grass dough wrapped in big leaves.

"Brother, eat this. You must be hungry.

"Wow, thank you. Thank you because I was definitely hungry. This looks delicious."

I just had a grilled rice cake. Naturally I'm not hungry or anything.

But I didn't want to grieve this sweet older lady.

Plus I can still eat enough. Lunch may be hard though.

Is that it? Speaking of which, I feel like I was desperately trying to say something to these people until earlier... What was that? Hmm.

"Hihihihi, it's nice to be young"

Hey. Don't stroke my ass, you old lady.

Released from the old ladies, I pampered the grassy dough and started back down the hill toward the gate.

Yeah, don't go, this dough.

It tastes nostalgic, like goose dumplings.

On the road, my grandmother spoke to me from time to time, stopping to greet me lightly, and walking out to the gate again.

I can call it off so many times that I can hardly reach the gate......

But if you do, you're friendly, the old people here.

I didn't originally feel bad about getting old, but doing so is a huge inverse numbering rate. Now it's like, totally unknown demand, isn't it Grandma Harlem state?

Situations similar to this, once and for all, have already been experienced. The people of the city of Tibala, although slightly different in fun, treated me favorably in an attitude close to this.

But in that city, it seems to me that people of almost all sexes and ages, except young women, were treating me in a full and favourable way. From small children, to old men, grandmothers and grandfathers.

Meanwhile, inside this golem. My grandmothers are the only ones who have stopped talking about me and treated me like a grandson since earlier.

I'll say no for once, but I'm not the only one in here with an old lady.

Look, there's also a red-haired matching man on the roof there right now, for example.

He's a big, musculoskeletal man with red hair like a lion.

I'm doing fine repairs to the roof.

Oh, I slipped and fell off the roof. Will it be okay......

Oh, well, I started climbing the roof again.

Is that just no damage?

He is a sturdy man. Yes, that's the defense that muscles produce.

Speaking of which, the red-haired guy is the first race I've ever seen.

I always thought all the foster folks here were from the same tribe as Grandma Tete. But I don't think so. Actually, I haven't seen a single face like Grandma Tete yet. Rather, for such a despicable countryside, it consists of a very cluttered race.

The city of Tibala was a bustling lodging town, but the inhabitants of the settled city themselves were largely centered on ethnic groups that felt the same. I don't know anything about the peoples of this world, and I'm only under the impression of judging them by their face and appearance.

On the other hand, the inhabitants of this area are, at first glance, varied in their faces and skin tones. There are, of course, many people with an appearance close to the ethnic group that lived in Tibala. A very small but partially visible number of facial foster people with Oriental blood in them.

Somehow, there are likely to be circumstances.

Nevertheless, that would not be something I, the outsider, should pry into.

I decided to keep the generosity of the elderly thankfully received.

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"Whoa, I finally found you, one corner!

I finally discovered what the golem you were looking for.

By the gate, he tumbles quietly.

A green golem with a splendid corner on its head.

As for the light golem, I think it's a large category. He's about two and a half meters tall. Her physique is also disappointing with her wide shoulder width, and at first glance she has the impression of a warrior.

The armor on both hands is likely to be strong.

The joints, unlike our gore, are still the type with joints and moves.

The face looks pretty good, too.

So did Guinem's Taoist Golem, which is a regular golem with a design on its face. Don't flatter yourself. I don't think there's any functional significance to the role of the eyes or ears because the enemy print on the forehead should be in charge.

One corner face has a lot of grooves next to it, and somehow, it's designed like a Kendo face.

I slowly approached him and stood by him, trying not to leave the corner behind.

And at the tip of his nose, he offered his own hand in a gentle motion and made him smell the back of his hand. Keep moving slowly to avoid intimidation and put your hands under one corner of your jaw.

The jaw of a tough, hard warrior was gentle from the bottom.

This is my manners when I get along with my first dog.

As you know, a golem is almost a dog. The way we treat each other, that's probably the problem.

Below the jaw is one of the points that makes Gore seem comfortable too if he doesn't. Well in Gore's case, it doesn't really help, to be honest, because it makes you feel good to touch anywhere...

Naturally, if you do this to a vigilant dog all of a sudden, you could get bit. The other guy's identification is a pretty important point, but one corner doesn't seem hostile to me at all. Besides, somehow this guy feels like a warm, gentle guy.

The corner that was made of me, as confused as it was at first, was huge and dull.

But I chased after him, even more so.

Eventually, he started to think about it, too.

Yeah, yeah, you're a good kid.

"... hey, one corner. You leave messages here all the time?

I speak to him gently, whilst I play a corner.

The content of the topic you are talking about does not have much importance in itself. Talking like this is an end in itself.

In fact, the act of speaking so gently is very important in demonstrating that there is no hostility towards dogs.

Dogs don't even understand the meaning of human fine words. But something called verbal nuance senses surprisingly sensitive. Whether that person is trying to be friends with himself or not, if he's a somewhat smart dog, he knows quite exactly what the other person is saying and doing.

"You don't have an owner, but you're like this. My partner Gore is leaving messages like this at home now."

One corner is stroked like this, staring at my face.

Oh, big dogs are still good. My heart heals......

I leaned next to a corner and watched the golems and the people working in the fields stretching out in front of me, crushing the grassy otherworldly dough.

It is still the wheat fields that fill the vast grounds in the front of the inside.

Every time the wind blows, a golden side of a wheat field twists like an ocean. Isn't the harvest near now?

It is like growing wheat in the front of the inside and various other crops on the side.

After all, the people and the golem in here are very close.

Looking at it, thanks. Looks like you're working with almost one or two golems on a family basis.

Probably something like a house dog.

The golems in the field right now are probably mostly agricultural golems.

Obviously, there's a mix of guys with different shapes than that, but I don't even know what kind because of the distance. Anyway, the fields are huge.

However, agricultural golems that look the same are all subtly different in design and in different colors. This point also bothered me when I saw it yesterday.

Of particular concern to me personally is the variation in their colours.

I know because I also produce a few golems, but the color of the primitive body of the golem depends largely on the color of the stones and soil in the place where it was generated, especially if nothing is done. The prototype golems became the soil color of the basin, and the golems became the color of the bright white stone columns.

This is also a hallmark of earthwork in general. I have produced axes, spears, etc. several times in addition to the Golem, but axes and spears were subtly shaded differently depending on the land I made.

As for the most golem, they can also mix a small amount of special colored soil to dye the vegetarian body to some preferred color. Guinem said the purple colors of the dodo golems were being served in this way.

A single corner has a beautiful green color, and a little bit, maybe the same method is used to produce the color.

However, the golems in the field are not like that either.

Everyone, colours are subtly different, but they are usually dirt colours.

Perhaps the various golems in the field have different lands made of each?

"Well anyway, all kinds of dogs...... it wasn't, all kinds of golems working with the family is a really heartwarming scene"

Hey, one corner. You'd think so, wouldn't you?

I was kind enough to stand next to him.

Putting his gaze back in front of him, a pompous looking boy stood.

The boy is staring seriously at me and the corner.

"It was awesome...... I can't believe our alpus is so forgiving to deal with people other than me and my family..."

Oh, could this child be the owner of a single horn?

If you look closely, the boy's hand was gripped with a bucket of water and a cloth.

I came quickly.

I see. This kid came here to wipe a corner.

One corner has a big body, so wiping it would be a struggle in this little boy.

"Hey, you're going to wipe this golem, aren't you? If you don't mind, let me help you too."

"What?? Or, of course, I don't mind.... Yes, okay?

The boy looks like he's eating. Hey, is it something you don't normally wipe someone else's golem? Was it a little frivolous......

Nevertheless, I can't help but already get permission from the other person. Let me at least fluff it carefully.

"Thanks for letting me wipe it. I look like this, and I'm good at wiping golems."

"Brother, you're something different..."

I borrowed a wipe cloth from the boy and polished a corner with him.

One corner looked comfortable and grown up.

We introduced ourselves to each other as we polished one corner.

While we were talking, this boy and I broke it right away. Dog hobbyists tend to match each other in wavelengths, but in the case of golems, they seem similar.

After all, the Golem is a dog...

This boy's name is Acetu. He was still the owner of a single horn.

One horn seems to be an important golem, left to his family by his grandfather, who died in the war.

After all, there are many golems inside that are similar to a single corner, and they are guarding them for a few days.

But they say one corner of acetu is the strongest.

He was bragging about his chest.

Yeah, we'll see. Acetu. If I were in the same situation, I would brag that our gore is the strongest.

Acetu is a mid-teenage boy with healthy skin tanned in wheat.

If it's the original world, it's probably about middle school. From time to time, a smile like a soldering smile feels like a simple boy.

It's just very narrow lines in the body.

You all right, this guy, he's like a girl.

Are you eating right? I got a little worried.

I thought the food situation in this world seemed quite fulfilling......

"Hey acetu, I'll do this dough, you can eat it all"

"? Are you sure? Thank you, brother Nemaki! Wow. I love licorice dumplings!

When I offer the dough, I shake my eyes like a girl with sweets in front of me. Acetu. Seeing how it went, I felt sad and tearful.

About the dough, I can't believe it's so shaggy...

I'm sure this kid has a poor house and can't usually eat sweet treats.

"Right or right. Eat up and grow up."

I shrugged my dough acetu hair like a tear that was going to overflow.

Maybe he was treated like a child and embarrassed. Acetu was nagging with her cheeks dyed red.

Acetu is eating dough when it is flaky.

Don't eat so happily light, this guy.

Speaking of which, this is what my sister looked like when she ate a cake or something. It's lighter than when we guys eat, you know. It's not that I eat faster, but rather slower than me. That's really weird.

To my sister like that, I used to do half my cake.

I feel a little nostalgic.

...... hmm?? Wait a minute.

Also, I got some info on my sister that I don't remember!?

But when I try to remember, I still can't remember anything.

What the hell is this phenomenon? Hey, explain what's going on, Lubeu Zailain!

Either way, I felt somewhat tender, watching warmly the side of acetu eating the dough.

Acetu's eyes, if you look closely, have a beautiful green color.

I hear there are people in the original world with green eyes, but I've never seen a real thing before. Is it something that produces such clear emerald greens? Wow.

Or the acetu one, you have super long eyelashes. It's a good fight with our Gore.

My beautiful green eyes move, and I look at this one with a flicker.

"... you nemaki brother. Um, oh, I'm embarrassed when you see me too much."

"Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry. Because Acetu's eyes were so pretty."

"~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!!!?"

Acetu's face is stained bright red to his ears.

This kid is like a surprisingly shy boy. It may have been a little grumpy to wander over during the meal.

I reflected a little.

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Afterwards he sat at the foot of a corner as an acetu boy, and for a while, the two of us chatted amicably.

Acetu is a kid who laughs a lot for fun.

Here, the subject came up about me.

"Speaking of which, it's rumored in foster care. Is it true that Brother Nemaki is a new apprentice to his teacher?

"Yes, no, the story is a misunderstanding. I'm just an invited guest... The truth is, I wasn't even planning on coming in here, but that old lady was too strong to say no at all. Besides, if I try to say no, I'm gonna slap you."

I dared deny it.

I didn't know that Dema was dancing to me, even Acetu.

"Haha, because the teacher does have a pretty strong spot! But the teacher is so sweet to see."

"Doesn't look like it..."

I wonder if the innocent boy Acetu is fooled by Baba. I got worried.

That's what I'm worried about, Acetu said with a slightly more serious face.

"Besides. Doctors rarely invite others to their homes. I've never seen a guest stay in a house before. I thought you liked your brother Nemaki.

"Seriously......"

Even if such a frenzied fucking Baba likes me, I'm not even 1mm happy......

"But I'm sorry. I would have been so happy if Brother Nemaki had become my teacher's apprentice."

…………

Why would this boy be happy when I apprenticed to Grandma Tete?

... No way. It's acetu. Are you trying to push me to take care of Baba, the super violent troublemaker inside?

I was stunned by the unexpectedly relentless acetu of looking pure.

The conversation separated me and I looked casually into the sky.

The sun is already hanging in Jomtien. It will be close to lunchtime.

Gore may fit in by the time he's done playing with his grandmother and back away.

"... Well, then it's time for me to go back to Grandma Tete's house. Actually, even we have our partner's golem. Next time one corner isn't work, let me play with you. Yes, if you like, let's go golem gay."

"Golem Kakake? I don't know, but you're looking forward to it. I want to see my brother Nemaki's golem!

Yes, it was. The word "gay" is bounced from the translation.

Well, good. I learned Guinem and the gauge right away, and I'll remember Acetu.

"... hey, my gore is most dependable and Rin. Acetu, maybe you'll freak out."

Smiling lightly, he looked up at the loose slope leading up to Grandma Tete's house. At that time, a little further down the hill, a white shadow was seen.

It's Gore. I'm standing facing this way.

What, did you come all this way to pick me up?

You know exactly where I am. I was in this position at the end of the inside.

Did you look for me in the topsoil foe? But that one, baldness said you can't even personally identify a human... In a lot of people like this, who doesn't know who does it?

"Hey, Gore! I'm sorry I went out on my own. Is it lunch already?

I waved gently at Gore on the hill.

But there's something wrong with Gore.

Looks fluffy and grumpy.

Or what's the gore one...... Your hands are covered in bread powder.

When I was surprised, Gore walked into the spot.

"Become!? Hey, what's up, Gore!

It was quicker for Gore to dash when he stood up to let go than I tried to rush over.

Gore, who quickly packed the distance, jumped at me.

It looked like a tremendous momentum to my body, but I still feel little weight.

But I felt like I had been hit with some very strong emotions, and for a moment my head creaked.

Gore is clinging to me.

It feels like I won't let you go when I'm dead.

The eyes that stare shake with intense anxiety...... It was like a puppy that was about to be dumped.

Confused, I held Gore for now.

And I took the handkerchief out of my jacket.

"You, what's wrong with this hand? Bread flour everywhere..."

I gently wiped her breaded hands as I hugged Gore.

"Is this the golem of your nemaki brother?

"Oh, yeah.... No, wait. Usually, you're really, really reliable and ridiculous, aren't you? I didn't lie to you."

Me and Asetu.

Gore, who had grown up in his arms, glanced at Acetu. Its gaze slipped around Acetu's chest and hips as if wandering off. but he immediately seemed to lose interest, and now his gaze moved toward one corner.

And she remained stiff as if frozen, with her face facing at the foot of a single corner.

There was a bucket of water and a wipe cloth.

Gore was probably completely solidified for over 10 seconds.

And its body began to tremble small, small.

From all over her trembling body, twitching and crawling in the air...... A rough and intense killing spirit gradually releases.

As I held it up close, I had the illusion that my skin would become visibly paralyzed.

My new friend, the one horn.

Gore, what the hell are you going to do?

Why are you hitting on him for killing?

... No way, are you going to hit me? One corner? Why?

No, wait. Calm down, me.

It does feel pretty bad. But you can tell Gore not to do anything against people or the Golem unless they attack you or instruct me to do so.

This guy's the one who keeps his promises to me... right?

Yeah, no problem. It's okay, it should be.

But what is it? This, very bad feeling...

In an incomprehensible situation, I was slightly frightened, and I let go of my hand holding Gore. Gore, who had left my confinement, walked to his feet and stood in front of a corner.

Gore's whole body was shivering as he sifted.

She seemed to be in a grip for a very long time.

Along the way, he looked back at me again and again, as he tried to keep in mind.

The eyes were shaking painfully.

... I regret my judgment at this time.

I should have jumped and stopped him, as usual, in the gap where Gore was troubled.

If it was meant to be, it was definitely the time to do so.

But I hesitated.

This is the first time Gore has not moved for so long since the release of the killer, and there is a part of him that honestly lost sight of the time to jump out.

Sometimes, one corner of a warm, heartfelt friend had no idea why he had to be beaten by Gore, and the situation was completely incomprehensible.

Besides, Gore always tries desperately to keep his word, so of course he trusted me.

Even before, when I tried to be Guinem's clown, I never actually got my hands on him, even when I was suddenly upset and started biting him. Gore was always desperately patient with this guy.

But more than that, I obviously had the sweetness of prediction at this time.

The cause lies in the events of the last few days.

Gore's attitude, so brittle and weak that it seems to break, shortly after he came from the Sadie clan crying and warping the other day. And while Baba beats me up like a drum, he guides me too far. I shake and weaken too much, but I don't fight back at all, Gore's bully attitude.

Gore has been acting like a weak maiden for the past few days, like an example of the right heroine. That's why I've drastically revised Gore's assessment of frenzy in the last few days.

But the facts were not.

Isn't that what this guy was like when he was "alone” with me?

Originally, when you and I were together, I was a big man, I sucked at asserting myself, and I was very patient. And there are strangely weak and brittle places. Still working desperately for me, wasn't he tearful enough?

Actually, Gore himself hasn't changed a thing. The only time this guy suddenly freaks out is when a third party exists other than me. - And that was all that shit Baba was, like, a totally irregular monster that slipped through that third-party definition.

Gore finally slowly wielded his right arm, shivering as he sifted.

She no longer seemed completely, uncontrolled of overflowing emotions.

The figure was like a young wife who was confused by the deep sorrow and anger that bedazzled her loving husband and hysterical against her mistress.

"Hey, hey, gore, you, wait -"

But I was totally upset. My stopping didn't make it.

- At the next moment, the intense right straight of the angry gore burst into the face of a single corner.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!!! One horn, whoa, whoa!!!?