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

"I'm sorry, Acetu. And one corner, I'm really sorry. Forgive me...... This is my responsibility, the owner who doesn't want everything..."

I rubbed my forehead on the ground and sat down in front of an acetu and a corner.

One corner, which has been right-straight by Gore, lies on the earth with its head completely destroyed. Acetu is currently repairing such a single corner.

Gore is holding me while I sit in the dungeon so I don't break out. She's grounded, sandwiched between me and the ground.

I am in a great position.

Gore sleeping on his back to be crushed by me, to the extent that he moves from time to time, makes a big deal out of it. He's stuck around my back all the way from the middle of nowhere, and I don't think he's gonna look at the gaps and run away.

"Um, brother Nemaki, because I don't care. I don't know, but stop being such a good girl..."

Acetu has been watching my dungeon for a while now.

Based on this boy's reaction, it seems that there was no groundhog culture in this world.

From a single corner and acetu, I'd be the weird guy who keeps poking around on the ground and apologizing. But this is a matter of good faith.

Besides, there are circumstances in which I am a foreigner for once. A distant exotic apologetic attitude, which I presumably have favorably interpreted.

Acetu gently caused me to scrub my forehead to the ground.

"Face up already, brother Nemaki. It's okay, right? Alpus is my successor, so I can fix it.... Nevertheless, Brother Nemaki's golem is amazing. I can't believe our alpus didn't engage in an attack, even though it was unintentional."

I'm surprised, acetu smiling as I say.

Every time I forgive all my sins. That smile looked like an angel.

Plus, he's not just forgiving me, he's subtly lifting our partner.

"Ugh, acetu......!

What a good one, acetu.

If I were a simple village girl, I'd already be totally in love with the scene.

What an adult this child is. I said that if Gore was suddenly punched in the face and KO without question, he wouldn't have the confidence to stay sane as a peaceful culturalist.

"But the kid is all sorts of lame. I've never even heard of a golem beating me up in an unmanipulated state."

"Oh, really?

After all, was the golem of the house more like this?

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry Acetu. I'm just not wearing my shirt.

"After all, Brother Nemaki, there are things the teacher just expects to bring in. You know, it's obviously not normal..."

Acetu is somewhat impressed.

But, boy. It's Gore that Baba is as adorable as her granddaughter with her eyes on her. Probably only thinks of me as a sandbag with a tendency to slap.

Even as he talks to me like this, Acetu has been working on a single corner repair.

The head of a single corner has already been repaired considerably.

When Acetu put his hands on the damaged area earlier, fragments gathered from the perimeter and the repair began gradually.

If it simply crumbles like this one, the golem seems to heal with this.

This is how Guinem was healing the clowns. Four in his case, so it's super heavy labor. Every time I was flashly smashed by Gore in a golem gauge, he said no. I'm so sorry that you knocked me down with a knife to make it easier to repair, that I was sneaking up on Gore.

Also, it doesn't seem that it was simply crushed, and if some of the primitives are lost, it seems that we need to supplement the material. Nevertheless, in that case, it seems that we should just refine the material that was particulated under the same procedure as when it was produced again, so it's not that difficult to work with.

Either way, the hurdle of Golem restoration itself is very low if not even the demonic nucleus of the chest is broken.

However, even when I was in Guinem, I thought it would take a lot of time to repair the Golem. It takes time to repair the head in particular. Acetu, too, has already put his hands together like this for about 40 minutes.

From the right hand where Acetu is shaking, it looks like he is sucking his magic into the Golem that is being repaired.

Previously, when Gore's arm was broken when he was hit by an ancient ground dragon, he only remembered that when he hit a cross section of his arm against each other, it was joined in about two or three minutes. Perhaps then, I was sucked of magic, too. In my case, you didn't even notice because you don't even feel consumed to the point of being sucked a little...

In fact, this "restoration of the primitive body of the golem" is one of the key elements in thinking about the suitability of golem use.

The restoration of the golem is only possible to the owner, who has the circular and homogeneous magic that flows within that golem......

And it seems that the amount of magic consumed during this restoration involves the individual difference in the attribute magic conversion rate of the earthly attribute. Higher suitability of earthly attributes makes restoration easier, and lower makes it tough, or impossible to repair in the first place.

What this means is that the daily maintenance of the golem becomes practically impossible if the owner's soil attributes are too ineligible. Technically, there are cases where the golem user has not produced the golem himself, as Acetu inherited a single horn from his grandfather, but I will discount him on this point for now. The important thing is that even in cases like acetu, repairs need to be done on their own.

As a result, only those with attribute magic conversion rates of more than a certain earthly attribute can operate the golem properly.

It's the aptitude of earthly attributes that I tend to think is aptitude for death for ordinary sorcerers, but in these plain places, you come to life unexpectedly.

"Well, in the case of our golem, there are more problems with mental (mental) care than physical (physical) maintenance. Ha..."

I sighed and looked at the gore in my arms.

I'm still holding on to this partner thing.

Now he's holding onto me and making a big deal of himself, but if he lets go of his hand, he might bite another corner. I'll hold him like this. There's nothing else.

"Sounds like Brother Nemaki is having a lot of trouble."

I heard my sigh. Acetu is laughing.

No, it's not every laugh, boy.

Nevertheless, I wonder why Gore broke his promise.

I taught him well not to attack the humans and golems in the public, and Golem listened to what he said properly in front of me.

Indeed, even before, if I said "don't hit me," I'd kick it, if I said "wait till the other one gets his hands on me," I'd hit the moment the other one pointed his hand at me, and I'd give a critical enlarged interpretation. No, rather, only a critical enlarged interpretation, this guy does.

But I feel like I've been trying to keep my promise my whole life.

Nevertheless, I made full promises and bluffs this time.

Even though there was some motive for the attack in Gore, the corner itself has done absolutely nothing against Gore or me.

This time, I don't care what you think, 100% Gore is a bad kid.

To my mind, the critical point of anger until Gore launches an attack against the Golem is now considerably down.

Perhaps this is because Gore has learned that while playing with Guinem and Golem gauges, Golem can easily heal even if smashed.

I mean, Gore has already figured out that I wouldn't be seriously mad if I broke the Golem, unless I destroyed and killed the Demon Guided Nucleus. This guy looks like a cerebral muscle at first glance and is, in fact, pretty much out of his mind. Especially when it comes to me, my head spins unusually fast. It's like you're only using your brain for me.

Even more decisive would still be yesterday and the fact that Baba keeps pounding my head like a wooden fish. Gore himself won't be conscious, but he's definitely stressed out. Every time I get slapped, this guy gets really weak looking sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, and it's like you can hear me keep apologizing. Even though it's not Gore that's bad, it's totally Baba. There's no way I'm not potentially stressed out with that...

But that's why I can't just leave Gore biting into one corner like this.

I want Gore to get along with a corner. Besides, I want to play with one corner more myself. He is a valuable large dog ingredient......

In the first place, you shouldn't be bothered by bites from other dogs.

That's common sense. Even elementary school students know.

But how the hell can I not be good at it?

This time, Gore's anger at one corner didn't stop with a “promise”.

If you don't listen to words, you usually come up with the option of corporal punishment.

But it's too pathetic for me to slap Gore.

In the first place, what's the point of me hitting Gore? I guess my hand bones just break!

No, wait. Is that not necessarily the case? Gore would desperately soften his body so I wouldn't hurt my fist if I tried to hit him. Gore would certainly do that. This guy is such an irresistibly sweet one.

...... hmm?

I see, right? If so, is it actually possible that I will beat it and cause damage to Gore?

Actually, does my butt pepper hurt more to Gore than the special sword of the cathedral golem or the dagger storm of the dophilized golem?

But it's kind of a distant, annoying way to do damage.

Or can that be called corporal punishment?

Gore deliberately softened my beating place, accepted corporal punishment, and I peppered her ass assuming Gore's willing to accept it, too. Or is something wrong?

Isn't that no longer corporal punishment, just play???

The way Gore moistened his pink cloudy eyes and waited around for my fold as he stuck his butt out, somehow with a definite hunch, was shown super and clearly in the back of his brain.

…………

Or, after all, corporal punishment options are not in every sense. Never do it.

I don't know what sucks, in case Gore wakes up to a weird hobby and turns back the act of being scolded by me for wanting too much of his ass...

Then I won't be able to clean things up completely anymore. I can't imagine what the hell will happen. Worst of all, mankind will perish with my butt pepper.

But how the hell am I supposed to gore...

You may have already noticed.

At this time, I was getting lost in a maze of invisible thoughts at the exit.

"... hey, gore"

I spoke to Gore.

Gore, who had left his body with me in his arms, was called by his name and he was happy to tingle his ears.

The deep red eyes are creeping.

I am in a very good mood.

Think about it, I had a long time not with him today because this guy had been visiting his mother's house since morning. You must be happy to be held for such a long time.

When did you already forget to smash one corner and destroy your head?

I still have to haunt my mind, it's not good.

I stared at her, breathed heavily, and vomited.

"... gore. If you bully another corner, you'll be cut off."

Cross over.

It's a mysterious elementary threat complaint that only occurs between friends.

I bet on this guy.

As you know, this threatening complaint by elementary school students does not often lead to the actual destruction of permanent friendships.

Most people don't really want to cut it off, either.

That's for sure for dumb elementary school boys. At least I was. Because their nature is good and they are all assholes with very low intelligence. I would like to say that you are old enough to be cut off without much significance. Even if it feels like an out-of-the-box for a moment, I'll be right back. Usually returns within a couple of days, at the earliest. You know, you guys, that kind of day picnic thing doesn't mean it's out.

Or now the guy who really crosses over is usually not close, and has a terrible personality. It's mostly synonymous with having already crossed paths, and you should just cross paths with someone like that.

I mean, "We're going out!" is actually a menacing complaint that means nothing.

But this was all I had anymore.

I couldn't think of any worse threatening complaints.

No, even if I thought of it, there's no way sweet I could say such a terrible thing to Gore.

- But the effect was immense.

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"Bye, brother Nemaki, Goletalu, not again!

Acetu waved fine and went home.

One corner still has the guard's job, so he stands right next to the gate.

He was seriously injured, and he was totally back in health, too.

Good, one corner.

I looked back at the gore behind me, relieving myself.

Yes. Gore endured. I endured the attack impulse.

Even as I was making up for myself in one corner, I was so desperate to endure the killing from all over my body.

That look of puffy trembling while moisturizing my eyes seemed too spicy......

Either way, we were safely on our way back to Grandma Tete's house.

"Here you are, Gore. Let's make it our goal to be friends with one corner next."

I told Gore's head brightly.

That's right, there's nothing to rush about.

Gore does, maybe he's not good with people. But at Gore's pace, we just have to move forward a little bit.

If you realize it, the time was way past lunchtime.

Grandma Tete might complain.

When I returned to the mansion, Grandma Tete was waiting for me in the front door.

"You idiot! Do you have the one that smashes the guard's head! I don't know if my partner is clean..."

"No, so apologize to them for the matter... BOOOOOOOOO!?"

Baba's wand hit my brain brilliantly.

"What would you have done if even the Warcraft had been out during the shutdown!

"I had Gore look at it instead for once. Besides, even Grandma Debas usually foes around the inside... Ugh!?"

Baba's wand captured my brain again.

"I'm not talking to you!

"Oh, hey, stop! That's how you beat me up so easily like a percussion, though Gore's going to get me under potential stress again!

"Huh?"

Stay! So don't slap me! My head is not a drum!

Oh, look, Gore's about to cry again!

Damn, whoa, whoa! I'll definitely retaliate against you one day, you Baba!

"Ha... I wondered what the hell was going on when Goletalu suddenly popped out of the kitchen without saying anything while I was making fried food. I didn't know you were playing with someone else's and the golem in the middle of walking inside on your own..."

"And you don't have a choice. I really wanted to touch that corner."

A woman's grandmother doesn't know, but a gentleman has an impulse he can't resist.

Hmm? I popped out of the kitchen while cooking fried food, he said...

I see. So the gore one, his hands were all over the bread.

This guy didn't pick me up because he was ready for dinner, he noticed I was out of the mansion on the way, and he came looking for me in advance.

It's like a mother who realizes her baby is gone and disturbs her.

Gore, were you still my mother?

"There's really nothing you can do, asshole, you..."

Grandma Tete looks at me like she's back on her feet.

By the way, this old lady already seems to have a complete grasp that my knowledge is below kindergarten.

Less than a day. I nursed faster than a bald man.

My cross-world common sense skills should be somewhat higher than at the time of Tibura's visit when I had just come out into the public due to chatter with bald people and the gentle teachings of my young girl (Teru) seniors...

I've been thinkin 'thin since the time of the encounter, but my grandmother's pretty smart about barbarian habits.

Not half the knowledge, of course, but it's astonishingly sharp, and the head itself is horribly cut off. No longer brains or violence, I can tell you I have no element left to beat.

In short, it is the fiercest and worst monster Baba, highly intelligent if done on top of barbaric and atrocious.

"Well, let's make it lunch. Totally. You're totally chilled."

"Oh well. Sorry I'm late for dinner..."

Speaking of which, I hadn't had lunch yet.

As for the delay, I honestly apologized to my grandmother without answering. Because you cooked a meal for me, and I'm sorry it got cold.

I honestly apologized, so I didn't get slapped.

At this time, I thought.

Is it because I'm always unnecessarily disobedient and I'm answering the question...?

Are you telling me that my wasted invertebrate spirit is activating Baba's wand and hence causing Gore's grief and stress!?

Yes, no, it can't be! Everything is set for this evil Baba to be bad!

Anyway, meal time was accidentally late, and acetu ate the majority of the dough I got in bulk.

I'm hungry for a good feeling.

I think I'm going to get a good lunch. I took a sigh of relief.

------

"Huh, it was good water..."

I took a bath that night in my mother's house, and I came back to the detached house.

What a magic prop bath in Grandma Tete's mansion's mother house.

It was also in the bald house, this demonic prop bath. This guy is pretty fancy. Everyone in this world likes to be clean and has a normal bathing culture, but it seems unusual for an individual to burn a bath with a mounted, dedicated magic device. Regardless of the case of bald people who were demon props shops, Grandma Tete is definitely rich. Apparently, the house just looks huge. That's not to say.

The gourmet and fried meat dishes for lunch were delicious, and what a sumptuous fish dish came out for dinner. Besides, it's not a river fish, it's a sea fish. It was delicious.

This house is a meal and a treat, and you can take a bath all you want. That's extremely easy.

- Ha!? Hey, no. This, isn't it completely fed!

I have to go to the library. Not if it's kept by Baba!

But, but. It's already dark today.

We decided to think about the means of escape from Baba again at a later date and rest in a cozy, fluffy bed today.

This has no choice. Night lanes are dangerous.

That's how weak of will I tried to start sleeping.

That's when Gore snapped my pyjama sleeve small, modestly. By the way, the sleeping clothes I'm wearing tonight are examples of summoned together by Japan. Yes, it is a fucking dull pyjama with a yellow mysterious animal printed on the blue land.

…… What's the matter, Gore? You already did that today, didn't you?

You wiped Gore's body in my bathroom earlier. Gore seemed satisfied, and I thought that was enough...?

If you look closely, Gore has something on his left hand. It is not a wipe cloth.

It's a little box. When I open it, it contains a yarn and a small needle.

"Oh, what is this... a sewing tool in this world?

Speaking of which, Gore, who had been going to her mother's house alone since the morning, said she had been learning to sew from Grandma Tete. My grandmother must have borrowed this sewing tool, too.

"But what's wrong with this?

To my inquiry, Gore snapped his pajamas small again.

No, I already figured that out. Right, the usual, indescribably lousy pyjamas. I don't know why. You seem to like this pyjama.

That's when I realized.

A flaky thread is coming out of the hem of the pyjama where Gore is holding it small.

As a matter of fact, he had a flaky hem for a while. It was originally a cheap pyjama, and right after the summons, I had no choice but to move around the bush outdoors with this guy on.

"... you mean maybe you can fix this pajama?

Taking my word for it, Gore's ears moved small. Apparently, you're right.

Speaking of which, Gore has always cared about this flake of pajamas.

Right, hey, this guy...

"You, were you learning to sew to fix my pajamas...?

Gore's eyes glistened.

I opened my eyes.

I thought I was playing with my grandmother and her hobby sewing at the motherhouse. But has this guy been working all day just to fix my pajamas?

I'm glad I didn't have to do that. I wish I had left my nasty pajamas like this alone and done what you wanted to do, that would have been good...

This guy, he really doesn't have a choice.

I pulled Gore in and hugged him with all my strength.

I've held Gore so full of power from the front, maybe since this is the first time he's done a firefight for me for the rest of my life.

This guy was still Goletaro back then, so he was harder to hold. My arm didn't get to this guy's back.

If I hold him like this now, Gore will fit perfectly in my arms.

Its body is so luxurious that it worries if it breaks.

From her hand, a sewing set spilled onto the floor making teasing noises.

That open hand turns reluctantly on my back.

And he cuddled me back.

After all, my partner, he's sweet.

If this makes me just as nice to others, I really don't have anything more to say...