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

"... herb picking?

I asked Grandma Tete back, eating a momogi cake.

"Yes. I want you and Goletalu to go up to the middle of the mountain and pick it up."

Right now, my grandmother and I are surrounding the furnace of the motherhouse and eating baked cakes together.

Hi, it looks like Grandma's asking for us today.

This motherhouse where Grandma Tete lives is much bigger than the detached house I'm renting. Therefore, the living room where this enclosure is located is also quite large.

The architecture inside is unique. Because there is an enclosure, it doesn't mean Japanese style, or it doesn't feel like European style. However, indoors have a taste somewhat similar to Japanese style depending on what you look at, so it is a calming space for Japanese people.

Behind such a large living room there are a number of large ones.

From the drawer of the jaws, Grandma Tete took out the purple numb grass.

My grandmother will show me the grass when I eat munchies and cakes.

"This is the kind of herb you get to pick."

"Heh. That's some unusual color grass."

Somehow, it has a color like red purple suede (acadiso). Round, small shaped leaves, purple in color. It's a plant I've never seen in the original world.

"This is some kind of herb that works around food. It's time for the village's stockpile to go down, so I thought I'd refill it."

"I see, is that the situation?... but why are we nominating you again?

Me and Gore are not guided to the land or the grass around here.

I don't think it would be very suitable for tasks like looking for certain plants in the mountains.

"Mountains of Siddle are likely to encounter Warcraft in the unlikely event of higher altitudes. I can't get into a normal foster home. The native area of the herb is far from their territory, and it's hardly dangerous... Still, if you bowl to some kind of clap, they'll definitely kill you. That's why it's forbidden to come in here."

Well, I remember when you said it. But near the summit of the Siddle Mountains, there was talk of some nasty warcraft living there.

Me and Gore with Topsoil Enemy (Radar) can detect it beforehand in the unlikely event of being approached by a Warcraft. Did you step on it that it would be okay for me to grab your hand?

"I'm a little worried because Nemaki is a hedgehog, but Goletalu is solid for that matter. Well, you won't make a mistake."

Come on, I'm missing something to say, you baba......!

But that's certainly true. Yeah, I can't say anything back at all.

"But Doctor, the Nemaki brothers don't know the mountains around here, do they? Do you want me to follow you with Alpus?

Acetu, who was sitting next to me, bought me directions and left.

Unlike Baba, this child is indeed a good one.

"Acetu, you're on duty with Alpus this afternoon, aren't you?

"Oh, yeah!

I see, Acetu looks like he has a job for the guard inside.

Then you won't be able to follow me to the mountains. Too bad.

Now. Why is it that the Acetu boy is chatting with us at Grandma Tete's mansion eating cakes like this?

... In fact, he was a disciple of this child, Grandma Tete.

It's a surprise new fact, but if you ask me, Acetu seemed strangely familiar with Grandma somehow. Certainly a disciple would know and deserve it.

By the way, Grandma Tete's apprentice seems to be just one acetu now.

Neither is the acetu an apprentice of dwelling. Also, he doesn't come to his grandmother's house for two days when one corner of his partner is doing the guard. One corner is standing at the gate, and in case anything happens, they're waiting for you at home near the entrance inside. He didn't meet me at the Mansion on the first and second days.

Aside from the day of duty, Acetu comes to his grandmother's house this way, from morning to evening. My grandmother lives alone in the mother house of this large mansion, and there are more or less us and acetu during the day.

"... Nevertheless, when we first met, I never thought that Acetu was Grandma Tete's apprentice"

"I was apprenticed to a teacher when I was five, and I trained all the time."

"Heh. From such a small place, just my grandmother and I..."

It's an environment I'll never stand for.

I can't believe it's a man-to-man training with my grandmother, and I'd be dead before I celebrated my 6th birthday. Of course, the cause of death is beatings by canes.

Acetu is a hell of a strong kid......

"Oh speaking of which, you, I thought you said you'd be happy if I apprenticed to your grandmother... I mean, did you want a sibling apprentice"

"Yeah! If you're with your brother, think it's fun to study and train"

"Ha ha, cute yazu"

"Eh heh..."

Gore, who was sitting next to him on the left, was very modest when he attached the cheek of the acetu sitting next to him, but he softly clicked on his body.

Gore's body, which is touching him, is shivering puffy for some reason.

... Speaking of which, Gore's guy, he's strangely starting to be wary of the acetu boy.

At first it felt like I wasn't interested in him at all, but I started to make some very alarming moves around the border.

It was as if I had noticed something, a hell of a truth.

When Acetu is here, Gore will never leave me.

My grandmother calls me on business, but I don't go to the kitchen. I don't resolutely go. Absolutely. I've always listened to my grandmother honestly. It's like a root has grown on the floor. It feels like you can't move next to me when you're dead.

Besides, when I'm colluding with Acetu, he's sticking around like he did earlier, gripping the sleeves of his clothes small.

At last these days, I've been desperately interrupting between me and Acetu, as if I couldn't stand something anymore. It's an extremely rare behavior for a gore where self-assertion goes past modesty and sucks too badly.

Well, I'm in the way, so I'm pulling it off, and I keep talking to Acetu.

Because Acetu is my friend. I don't think it would do me any harm.

Besides, dogs do quite a few things like this without meaning...

The dogs I had at my parents' house, when I was talking to customers and playing with other dogs, came in between meaningless. "Hey, you'll have me! Stand up!" But he says. You, earlier when I tried to make you feel better, I would have pretended to sleep like a pain in the ass!

At that time, of course, I ignored the dog or held him and kept talking to the guest. It is the exact same response as when Gore.

Speaking of which, I tried to get close with Acetu like this and realized that this kid, he seems like a very mentally strong kid. The fact that she has endured the scratches of her grandmother since childhood would be exactly what it is.

For me, when it comes to strong mental figures in this world, what comes to mind is still Teru, my bald beloved daughter. In that kid's case, it felt like an even tough defensive steel spirit on a level that could even be described as a kind of blunt. Whether exposed to a tremendous killing temper that made my skin tingle, or witchcraft exploding in front of me, or caught in a fierce battle, it didn't work as if it had worked for a senior toddler.

However, in the case of Acetu, the situation is a little different from that.

From this boy, I feel a definite willingness to never yield to undue pressure. It's delicate, but it has a flimsy, straight mind that can bounce pressure back and accomplish its purpose.

Yes, Acetu will never give up on hitting any strong enemy.

If Acetu were in a situation where he would fight the evil family of the Demon King on his own, he would overcome his fears and surely face them bravely.

Supporting that thin body is a hint of courage. And the enthusiasm you have in your chest.

Ruthlessly a promising boy for the future.

Somehow I knew why Grandma Tete liked it and made it an apprentice.

"Nevertheless, collection of herbs…"

I was dying the other day of a failed weed harvest I could eat... It is the same docile baba that orders the harvesting of plants where that trauma is not healing.

"Hey, Granny. Me, I'm still a little scared of picking weed, and why don't you go with your partner Debus? I'm the one who left the voicemail... Ugh!?"

Baba's poke burst all over me.

"What a great thing to say! Absolutely, in the midst of the hippocampus!

"Gu......! It's cowardly of you to bring that up!

Damn, if they point out that it's the hippo state of Baba's residence, there's nothing I can say back!

"Haha. Brother Nemaki and his teacher are really close."

Asetu, shouldn't you go to the ophthalmologist?

I got a little worried about Acetu again.

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The Siddle Mountains are a magnificent green mountain range.

Various plants in the beautiful woods cover the mountains.

This mountain, in itself, is not that high. The slope is also smooth.

At least not a steep large mountain range at thousands of meters of altitude, etc. Nevertheless, I'm not a very familiar person with terrain and mountains, so unfortunately I don't know a bit to the exact height...

Maybe it feels like there's 1000 meters or not.

At height, like Rokko Mountain? Well, this Siddle Mountains seems to be of considerable length, and on a scale it's probably something else.

It came very smoothly to the middle belly, telling the beast path and so on.

It seems that the gradient becomes somewhat steep near the summit of the mountain, but it is not a steep mountain path to this area.

Besides, for climbing routes and dangerous warcraft ecology at the top of the mountain, all in advance, Gore has been lectured by Grandma Tete. This morning, Gore was listening with some enthusiasm while making lunches with Grandma Tete.

Gore is a very good navigator. When I'm about to go off the route, she gently pulls on my clothes and tells me. So I don't have to worry about details at all.

I feel totally comfortable trekking.

The native area of the herb that arrived that way was a sunny, very open-view rock-skin slope.

The gray rock skin and ground continue all the way up ahead.

Do you want to find an example herb from here?

"Oh, is this it?

I just pulled out a bottle of grass growing among the rocks.

Little round leaves, strange grass.

Probably the herb you're looking for. The sample Grandma Tete showed me and the leaf shape looks just like it.

However, I also feel like the color is a lot more red than that......

The grass I saw in the grandmother's living room was violet. But this grass is red like bright blood.

Well, red and purple are pigmentally similar. Besides, it looks like the sample product was dry, and it will make you feel numb. I might have given it a color, too.

Some color differences are within a slight margin of error.

I stared at the red grass in my hand.

Another world wonder herb? Really interesting.

"Speaking of which, according to Grandma's story, this herb can usually be eaten raw..."

Usually this herb seems to dry to concentrate the ingredients and powder them. On the other hand, it may be used raw, in which case it may be mixed with the diet of the sick person to aid digestive absorption.

Anything. A few days ago, he discovered that a child inside was alone in the middle of the mountain looking for herbs in an attempt to feed his sick mother this, making a fuss. Grandma Tete was breathing when she slapped a retarded fucking kid with a cane.

The reason my grandmother remembered herbal replenishment is apparently this event.

Well, it's about that tundelexobaba anyway. I suppose you're going to slap him with a cane, but you're going to put some fresh herbs on him for a filial child. If that's the case, I have nothing to do with it.

In short, this grass is a gastrointestinal medicine because of its medicinal effect on the area of food or to help weakened digestive function.

To the extent that I try to grab a piece of leaf, I don't think there is any particular problem.

"All right, let's give it a taste"

Driven by intellectual curiosity, I tried to put that red weed in my mouth.

At that time, red grass as poisonous as blood in his sight was blocked by something white as beautiful as snow.

It's Gore. Gore leaning next to him has covered his hands in the weeds so that he can keep pushing.

"? What's wrong, Gore?"

From my surprised hand, Gore took away the weed softly, gently, gently.

It's like a mother taking things away from a baby trying to get anything into her mouth.

But all of a sudden, Gore slammed the red weed he had taken to the ground as much as he wanted, and began to sneeze and step on it with his feet.

Obsessively, over and over, I'm stepping on it.

You're angry...

At the end of the day, I soiled it with my feet and filled it with troubled grass. It's like even keeping it in sight is uncomfortable.

Hmm.

Gore acting like this means......

"... hey, what kind of grass was red weed now?

In fact, Gore now has a fairly high level of plant appraisal skills.

The reason is the example 'Edible Wild Grass'.

I read before I go to bed every day. What I'm loading is the Golem Atlas. Actually, since I was dying of survival weed dishes, Gore started reading "Edible Wild Grass" with me at this reading time.

I mean, this guy, he's a golem, but he can read letters.

Gore's one every night, and that's already, so seriously, reading Eatable Wild Grass. I have read it over and over again, exactly as I eat it in. I don't know if I'm gonna memorize everything completely anymore, even if I'm dead. Maybe this guy reads it even after I go to bed.

Dude, what the hell is driving you so far...

Somehow, Gore doesn't feel like he's letting me collect weed anymore, except under her watch.

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After that, we both got along and picked herbs.

By about half the cage already, would a light purple herb have been collected?

Filling this cage with medicinal herbs is the norm of the day. If you don't fill this cage properly and go home, they'll decide I'm gone and Baba's wand will activate.

Either way, thanks to Gore, the work speed is faster than expected. That's just sometimes I install 'Edible Wild Grass'. At this pace, we'll have enough in another half an hour.

By the way, I haven't found a single bottle of red grass since then.

I looked up and looked over at the surrounding mountains of Siddles.

This slope, where the herbs grow, is a very open place. There are no tall trees or the like growing around here because rock skin is exposed to the area.

From here you can admire the surrounding mountain landscape.

The Alavi clan seems to have a very warm climate.

There is also a gentle breeze blowing through the mountains of Siddle which makes me feel very good.

You know, it's such a great picnic day.

Besides, if you're in the original world, it's hard to see this naturally.

I didn't feel at first when I was ordered to pick herbs, but if I could enjoy such a beautiful and magnificent natural landscape, it seemed like a not bad experience at all.

Yeah, it's time to make lunch.

It was made for me this morning by Gore and Grandma. I wonder what's in it, I'm looking forward to it.

"Gore, a little early, but let's take a break and have lunch..."

When I looked back at Gore as I spoke, I felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Soon we found out what caused it.

Gore is moving his standing position.

Until earlier we were picking grass together around my left neighbor, but now it was switched to my right neighbor.

Such abrupt repositioning is a unique reaction when something you don't know approaches. Even some unfamiliar animal stopped by?

For a moment, I turned my head to the example of a "nasty warcraft” living on the summit of the Siddle Mountains.

But the Warcraft told us that near the native lands of the herbs, they rarely came down.

Besides, our good Navigator is properly pre-lectured by Grandma Tete on the ecology and dangers of warcraft. In the unlikely event that it is the Warcraft that is approaching, they will move on to evacuation action at the stage they perceive. Our clever and modest Navigator can't possibly think of such a bloody foolish thing as trying to recklessly intercept a warcraft that would avoid a fight even inside holding a massive amount of golem usage.

If so, there is no line that Warcraft is nearby.

I see. Is he dealing with a common wildlife? Are there even bears and pigs......

"Is there something nearby?

Now Gore is next to me to my right. That means that something that's approaching me is in the right direction. Because my partner always stands on the arrow to protect me.

When it comes to my right side, it falls north, that is, towards the summit of the mountain...

At this point, I realized I had one.

Something, I hear a loud noise.

Some heavy footsteps are approaching, treading on hard rock ground.

The sound direction is exactly my right hand. At the top of the mountain.

"What...?

I looked up to the right slope in a hurry.

And I opened my eyes.

At the end of your gaze. A giant shadow of four legs stood on rocky skin slightly apart.

It was, like, one stupid big cow.