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

"Uh, nemaki, da sa i...... duh. Hmm. Something's become a subtle form of letter..."

I was roaring the pen with one hand in front of the little stationery that snapped out by the side of the enclosure.

Right now, in this living room away from home, I'm practicing writing letters.

I'm Grandma Tete, who has already spotted that my otherworldly common sense skills are below kindergarten, but this morning, I was finally completely nursed until I couldn't write.

So, I was ordered to be able to write about my name, and to this day.

Ha. While I'm at it, I wonder what the hell you're doing.

Me, I should go to the library soon to find out all kinds of things about the Demon King of Ruin...

Thus the space in which we are sitting now is laid with soft fur.

The living room away from home was slightly transformed into a gorgeous atmosphere by this luxurious looking fur carpet. It is fuzzy under the buttocks.

This guy is an example cow fur.

Processing specific areas of fur seems to make such an upscale and durable carpet.

Next to the Kofuwa carpet, Gore sits.

He offered me a warm cup of tea when I spent the rest of my life practicing letters.

As always, he's too attentive and good.

"Thanks. This tea is really delicious..."

Gore's ears moved slightly.

She stares seriously at the look on my face drinking tea. This is always the case when you serve me food and drink, so I'm used to it.

The tea that Gore has just brewed is called bean leaf tea inside.

People in there abbreviate it as “bean tea." It is a beverage made with leaves from Mameceae plants, grown around the inside. Will this mean a kind of herbal tea?

Tastefully, it feels like broomstick tea, no habits and easy to drink.

It has a unique fragrance in its mellow flavour. It also goes well with cakes and dough.

The tea leaves of this bean tea were given to the residents of the house.

The other day we talked about a child who went into the middle of the mountain unauthorized for his sick mother and ate Baba's wand. The child came with his father yesterday to visit our apartment and gave us tea leaves.

Parents and children came to thank us for the herb picking.

After all, Grandma Tete seemed to do this family a sneak split of the medicinal herbs she picked.

Thank you. At that time, she also told me that I had been picking herbs.

The kid in question, but my God, he was only about 6 or 7 years old with a nose.

I have a lot of guts because at that age I'm going to be single in a mountain with a warcraft. That's "Baba's Wand Victims' Party" Member Number 02. By the way, chairman and number 01 is me, of course.

In the story of the snotty kid, your mother seems to be recovering well, too.

You won't have to worry about him going into the mountains at any more risk.

I slowly made tea, remembering the kid's smile.

"... yeah. Not bad."

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Nevertheless.

I can't write the letters of this world.

I can read, and I can talk.

But when they tell you to write "?".

I can't move my hand.

Of course, I know the form of the letters themselves... I don't know what to say, it feels like my hands don't remember the letters because I'm not yet familiar with them and I've never actually written them.

With all the typing on the keyboard, there can be a significant discrepancy between the kanji you can read and the kanji you can actually write. Sensibly, it's close to that one.

But... It's kind of weird, isn't it?

Normally, a different world tripper would be something whose market dictates that if a letter can be read with strange power, it can also be written lightly.

You can't write like this, normal?

Thank you. I don't think God gives me a different world wonder bonus for being able to speak the language of this world.

This is something I've been gradually feeling as I've been talking and reading about myself.

- My translation skills are unbalanced.

biased...... or slightly one-way translation.

Even though I'm good at translating words from this world into Japanese, I suck at translating Japanese into words from this world.

Words in this world translate pretty well into things and concepts that I don't know. It feels like a "wind floating box”, “dead grass carrot", or "topsoil enemy”.

So is the “bean leaf tea” I'm drinking right now.

In that sense, "King of Magic” would be the most important example of this. Now that we know the reality of this world of sorcery and magic, it is the name that makes us think that it will be.

It's almost exclusively unique nouns that are not translated in the language of this world. I mean, that's a person name or a place name. For example, on this rationale, “tepaol noodles”, a popular noodle dish in this country, is a unique noun for the "tepaol" part. I mean, I can guess if someone named Tepaor or land exists. In this way, there are hidden facts that turn out to be the translation rules.

On the other hand, the translation of the original worldly language, or Japanese, is rather cynical. The notion that I know and people in this world don't translate it first.

A terminal example would be an elf. The kind of people that look like elves in this world are translated in "People of the Valley," but my “elves” are played the translation as they are.

Anything else, like I said before, “love flag” doesn't translate either. If, in the reverse pattern, the concept of a love flag exists only in this world, it should be translated well. Hmm, like "love flag"...? No, well, of course, actually, I think it would be an absolutely different expression.

At least this translation capability, "the words spoken are automatically converted so that they can understand by the mysterious wonder power," is not a common kind of thing.

I think there's something behind it.

So I've been making a lot of assumptions from the facts so far.

Try having a rough chat with bald people, or speak various words to Gore to see if they are inclined to translate and error.

As a result, I got to one idea.

- In my head, a dictionary is installed at the time of summons.

This way of thinking seems to me to stick with you the most.

In my head, there are so many books of language concepts in this world that I've been forced to install, like a shitty and incomplete dictionary software. And this installed dictionary is probably "this world-standard dictionary made by people in this world". Think about it like this, a good part of the twitch fits.

To put it plainly, it's not a Japanese-English dictionary, it's something close to an English dictionary.

Without the words in English, you can't even refer to them in the first place.

Like translating ninja into english, but only as NINJYA.

Personally, I'm wondering if this “dictionary installation theory” hasn't taken that off the table.

However, when that happens, there are parts of me that I don't know the other way around.

It's a matter of defensive range in this dictionary. The point is the mystery of the phenomenon of not being able to read or, in this way, not being able to write.

Whether it's a specialty book specific narrative rule or a letter writing style, it's usually something that you can acquire relatively easily by studying or practicing. At least, it's much easier than remembering different languages from scratch.

I usually find it odd that you bother installing a vast dictionary in this world, including language pronunciation and complex grammar, that you don't have enough of this in your dictionary to learn a little bit.

Didn't I tell you that I don't have to write letters or study witchcraft?

It is the greatest insult to a culturalist who loves learning.

The culprit who did this is probably Lübeu Zailaine, the summoner. That's not what fucking Zaylane is going to do.

After all, what does it have to do with the demolition of personality and the magic of memory overrides (Konkansha), which was planted in the example cave?

Even so, that technique itself has already been avoided.

In the first place, eventually, with that technique, I was going to erase and overwrite every memory of my personality, and I'm talking about why you install a dictionary.

I'm really not sure what the fuck Zailain thinks.

Together, the letters themselves are still likely to be ready to write as soon as you practice.

Much less difficult than deciphering a specialty book.

I know the form of the letters anyway. Besides, grammar is also used at the native language level.

Besides, the practice of letters, I'm sure, won't be in vain.

From now on, there may be times when you need to sign something.

The contract paperwork for this world I saw before at the Chamber of Commerce required both a signature and a thumbprint.

Granny Tete is right, we do need to be able to write even a stable handwriting, at least about the name.

All this time, for that barbarian and evil violent Baba, he's saying things that are cultured and muscular.

For now, I might postpone my escape from Baba and stay in here until I can write the letters beautifully.

Even in the library, you might have to write your name on a library card.

You're embarrassed if it's a dirty letter.

Yes, this is an act you can't help but do for a purpose.

Never have I been tamed by Baba.

I hope you don't get me wrong.

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"Well, that's enough for today's letter practice..."

I made a big stretch.

Start cleaning out the writing equipment on the stationery.

The paper, which was scattered with letters, was bundled together in one piece.

As you can see from my luxurious use of paper for character practice, paper in this world seems cheap.

What else I have on my desk are pens and ink kettles, brush boxes, literature...

I casually took a round town and looked at it.

Brown, round shaped, strange town.

It's like an egg made of stone.

What to hide, this guy came out of the remains of an ancient earth dragon, an example dinosaur stomach stone.

It weighs there, and for some reason it doesn't roll around, so it's just as good as a town.

Stomach stone of this dinosaur.

This guy, for once, is in the city of Tibala, and he's already had bald spots appraised.

In addition to selling demon props, demon props stores also buy available materials derived from warcraft. It was part of the purchase of Magic Guided Nuclear. In short, baldness was once an expert in these products.

However, even that bald guy didn't seem to know exactly who this guy was.

At least, they don't have items like those handled at the magic props store.

The fact that they are not in the demon shop buyout means, in short, crap that is not worth selling as a material.

By the way, I claimed to be a rare ancient land dragon stomach stone, but baldness didn't believe me at all. "You fooled me again and they bought me something strange..." he said, only staring at me with pitiful eyes.

Nevertheless, since this stone itself is a rare product of unknown identity, it is not at all likely that it can be sold at a high price to a favored aristocrat, etc.

When people say that, they feel like they can't get rid of it, so it's a problem.

Therefore, while fattening the bag, I use it as a literary town like this, and I use it for foot massage by stepping on the bath.

Believe me, one day, the aristocrats of destiny will buy it at a high price......

Stonehenge, such an important crap, was thrown into the bag.

When I turned my gaze back on the stationery, Gore seemed to take care of the other writing equipment that I had left behind because I was distracted by the town.

This guy treats my personal belongings really well so I don't break them.

The handling of other items is cluttered.

With a gentle hand, Gore tries to cleverly pen the brush box.

At this time, I saw her holding the pen, and I thought to myself.

"... hey gore. Can you write letters?

Yes, it is. Come to think of it, this guy can read letters.

In fact, he eagerly reads "Edible Wild Grass" next to me every night.

The fact that wild grass appraisal skills are on the rise has also been confirmed as a fact in the recent herb picking. I mean, I read the book and I understand it. I'm never pretending to read it.

Does the Golem have a standard reading function?

Anyway, if you can read the letters in the golem, it's possible that you can even write the letters.

Well, the golem seems like a lot of guys don't physically turn the page of a book or can't hold a pen because they all have a lot of fingers around.

Reading and writing, for example, are completely dying functions.

... well.

I took out the pen.

And I wrote the letters of this world on the rest of the paper I used in practice.

“Good evening, Daisy."

Um, good job.

Still a bit of a shitty word, but it would suffice as an example.

I showed Gore the paper I wrote the letters on with my fingers.

"Gore, write this letter in imitation"

Gore holds a pen and writes a letter on the paper sayingly.

“I live in Nemaki Dasai Golem."

All right, all right, you wrote well.

If only I could write this, if Gore got lost, the person who picked it up would contact me home.

In my experience with dogs, I knew the importance of stray tags.

No matter how clever the dog, he can get lost in sudden accidents. Getting lost doesn't really have anything to do with how smart the dog is.

I mean, even a smart gore like this could get lost. And if you can write my name and address properly when you get lost and ask the owner, Gore is safe too.

Nevertheless, when it comes to the stray case that actually occurred between me and Gore, I also feel like it was something that your mother Gore was desperately searching around for me as a baby who was getting lost on my own and playing with a single horn...

Around there, well, within a slight margin of error.

He looked at Gore's writing letters, reassuring himself that he had been able to combat stray.

And I noticed.

"... you're a good tear killer"

Or you're much better than me.

Gore, don't you know how to write beautiful letters?

Beh, I don't know what to do...

Can you already write all the letters if you don't tell me this?

Does the golem say that it has written soft stuff preinstalled?

All right, let's give it a try.

"Gore.... here, write your real name"

I pointed to the free space on the paper at hand.

Gore wrote the letters on the paper without hesitation, sayingly.

“Goletalu Dasai”.

…………!?

This, even written as a matter of course, same last name as me, what the hell...?

For a moment, for some reason, cold sweat broke out.

but I immediately reconsidered. Sure, it's my kid, so you're usually right that my last name will be Dasai the same as mine... right?

Yes, definitely. Totally correct. Perhaps on this point, you can say that it exceeds my expectations and is an accurate answer.

What the hell were you in a hurry for, me?

Nevertheless, this guy's nice real name is, of course, "Goletaro”. The name Goletalu is an unacceptable and manifest mistake. I should be proud and honorable enough to give Gore an instant punishment for the smelly cheeks, while relieving him of his corrections.

but that's not where it matters now.

Gore can answer questions in letters.

- Can you communicate with this, if Gore, via letters?

My chest rattled.

Even so, I already know what this guy's trying to say. To be honest, I also don't feel like we need to have another brush talk...

But there's probably something you can only ask in letters.

Well, what should I ask you?

Yeah. First of all, why don't you ask him what he likes?

Gore always has to be really taken care of. Tell me what you like and I'll buy you a reward for it.

Nice idea, though.

I've always wanted to do something for my dear partner but fudge him.

Well, that said, unfortunately I don't have that much cash.

I have a slight anxiety as to whether you can buy it for me at my penny...

The current holdings of just over five pieces of gold do not seem to have any difficulty in everyday life for the time being. For food conversion, it is definitely worth more than 2 to 3 million yen.

This world has a higher standard of production technology than it looks. Life is also rich. Probably a phenomenon caused by the presence of witchcraft, magic props, etc. The paper seemed to be of good quality and cheap to get, and the new clothes were a daily amount. These are difficult things to do with the technological capabilities of the original world before the Middle Ages.

So at least, buy him a pair of common people's clothes with a modern feel. Immediate bankruptcy, what a hard thing to do. Even in the present possession, Gore's probably going to be able to buy him what he wants.

As long as you don't get so many luxury items….

Though, even I have a back hand.

It is a boring, demon-guided nucleus of the little filthy monkeys in the example.

If Gore wanted something expensive, maybe it would be enough if he properly sold off all the magic nukes he was throwing into this bag and turned them into gold?

If you do that, you might have trouble with your future life. But, well, you're probably not going to die.

... As always, my ability to manage money had not returned as I traveled to space.

I set myself up and started questioning Gore.

All right. I'll buy you anything, Gore!

I don't have a lot of cash right now, pitifully, but I'm fine. Leave it to me!

"Hey, Gore! What's your favorite thing!? Write it down!

Gore wrote on the paper, "Nemaki Dasai”.

No! Now the owner's name is fine.

... No, wait.

Could this mean you love me?

Thank you. Follow the owner's profit.

"I love you too, buddy."

Why did you take Gore's head?

She has melting eyes, lukewarm.

... or that was a bad way to ask my question right now.

Perhaps too specific a question was made.

Again, let's ask again properly.

"Gore, do you want anything? Write it down."

Gore wrote, "Nemaki Dasai”.

…………

I have a bad feeling about this.

Gore has given me proper answers to certain sentences and well-defined questions with answers like his own.

But from earlier on, it only says the name of the owner in response to questions that need to derive their own uncertain answers, such as what they like or want.

It's as if you're making an error.

A little golem can write the letters themselves, but can't you make a good statement of intent with the letters...?

After a while, I decided to hit Gore with an unanswerable question as a test to clarify this suspicion.

Ask questions that don't exist and can never be answered. If Gore is going to give an answer to that, that's an obvious error. A normal manifestation of intent using letters on the golem should be seen as difficult.

I made up my mind and asked the question.

"Hey, Gore. …… - Do you want something to eat? Write it down."

Gore wrote, "Nemaki Dasai”.

With all due respect, I wrote why, twice.

Damn, what do you mean!

It's definite now. I'm making a complete error.

Golems don't eat things. If it's normal, there's no way I can answer a question like this.

Again, the Golem cannot express its intention to use letters......

I knelt down on a fluffy carpet, disappointed.