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

Despairing of not being able to properly brush with Gore, and kneeling in disappointment, a call for acetu came from the garden.

"Brother Nemaki! The teacher's ready, so it's time to go out!

"Oh, it's that time already...... I'm sorry, Acetu, I'm coming."

As a matter of fact, Grandma Tete is going shopping in the city today.

Me and Gore were supposed to accompany it.

I don't know why I should be accompanied, but I think it's probably a place called Luggage Handlers and Guards.

The old man's solo journey is dangerous.

Well, I don't know if the guy who can kill that old lady exists in this world...

Because here I am, if I say, "It's a pain in the ass. If you're going to say," Granny, go alone, "you're going to be slapped with Baba's relentless cane for sure.

As a result, a grieving gore will potentially stress out and call a herd of cows.

The lives of the poor cows in the Siddle Mountains will be taken unreasonably again. Such a sad event must not be repeated again.

So I decided to keep up with the city without answering the question.

I was a man of learning.

"I don't have a choice. This is also for the protection of wildlife...... Then let's go, Gore. It's also bad to wait for Acetu, who came to call me."

I grabbed my favorite black shoulder bag and gently wore a dark brown robe.

Paper and pens in the process of being cleaned up flake out onto the spot and head to the garden.

Gore moved softly as he tried to open the boy's waiting front door.

………… Dude, why are you subtly trying to move forward?

That would be the starting position for the battle.

The only thing left to open this door is acetu.

Are you telling me you're willing to fight acetu?

"... gore. Wait (Stay)"

The boy is already a close friend of mine. It's about Gore, who always takes care of my friend, so I don't think he's going to give it to me... but let's just let him in for a second.

While pressing Gore, he opened the door to a wooden doorway.

There was a bright acetu smile.

"Good morning, brother Nemaki!

"Hey, good morning Acetu. You kept me waiting."

A healthy boy with wheat skin is still full of energy today.

It looks like it's going to fly.

Walk side by side in the garden chatting with a healthy acetu.

Whenever Gore laughs while I talk to Acetu, he shudders puffily and loses his energy.

Dude, what the hell are you gonna do to me...

Upon arrival at the motherhouse, the grandmother had already waited, arm-wrapped in front of the front door.

"It's late, Nemaki! What are you doing?

"No, I think he came as soon as he called me... hehe!?"

Baba's merciless wand burst into my brain.

"I'm not talking to you!

Hey, stop it, Baba! Gore will call the herd of cows again!

"Then I'll go, acetu. I asked for the inside while I was away."

"Yeah! Mind your teacher and brother Nemaki!

Acetu and Debus are leaving messages at Grandma's mansion this time.

I don't see the brown Debas, but at this hour, I think he's probably taking care of the goats in the backyard.

In front of the Mansion Gate, we were dropped off by Acetu.

During the drop-off, I kept getting even gentle heads at Gore who seemed worried all the time. An earlier wand blow to the top of my head was quite a brilliant critical hit.

Breaking up with Acetu, Grandma, Gore and the three of us, descend the hill that leads to the entrance inside.

It's the same, despicable, peaceful place.

A recent bull riot found that there were a significant number of golems in this area. But they don't usually walk around the inside that much.

Sometimes it's to the point where I see you walking with your owner.

Maybe it's the same as our gore, and a golem is a basic indoor keeper.

From what I've seen today, there doesn't seem to be any golems near this ramp.

A little further away, I see a big, red-haired, macho big man, like a golem, but that's probably human.

It's usually not even hot, but only those muscles seem to be naked in the upper body for some reason.

The muscles of the cap and the broad spine shine in the sun. Brilliant.

Looks like he's working on replacing the inn sign right now.

There are several houses near the entrance to the inside that do things like private lodging, liquor stores, and welcoming shops like this.

The inn is mainly used by people who come to the market.

Inside this golem that looks fucking rural, but it's like unexpectedly the outside world is coming too. The square in front of the main entrance is spaced like a parking lot, with many carriages often parked. I haven't seen one yet today.

That's how I came to the front gate inside.

By the gate, always, stands a golem of guards.

Today is not the day of duty for one corner of acetu, so what stands is a golem with an unknown earthen colour.

I want to say hello, but now I have a ghost Baba next door. Touching the golem at work will almost certainly make the wand fly.

... Yeah, let's not.

A dirt guard golem, who should be a colleague in a single corner.

It's not a corner golem. There are no horns growing. I think he has a topsoil opponent on board because he's a guard.

Golem of such a plain design, looking sideways at you, reminded me of my old doubts and asked my grandmother.

"Hey, Granny. Is acetu and a corner still pretty strong among the guards in there?

"A corner? Oh, you mean Alpus. Um, yeah..."

Grandma looked up at the universe and made a slightly contemplative gesture.

"... well, if it's just simple skill, it's probably the best of the young people here right now"

"Oh, really?"

"The manipulation of acetu is inside. Whatever, I'm planting it right now. It's a good golem for Alpus, too. Because Acetu's dead grandfather was a very skilled magician"

One corner is still pretty strong.

Apparently Acetu is also excellent as a tutor.

One of the strongest corners of the guard is that he was nothing but an acetu protégé.

As for the one corner, the day after we already came inside, our Gore decided to take one shot in the face and win the KO, but I guess that was almost unintentional. As a matter of fact, I didn't know as much as I could.

The golem gauge with Acetu, I haven't done it once after all.

Somehow, I don't feel comfortable giving Gore permission to fight a combination called Acetu & One Horn. I don't know why, I feel very bad.

I don't know why.

But that's like the act of setting myself on fire to the engine of a runaway locomotive with no brakes... I have a strong feeling about that.

"Even so, because acetu is only sixteen. You're inexperienced."

"Huh, is that what it is?

Or an acetu high school student.

I thought you were in middle school at best. I haven't changed my voice yet.

Is that boy still undernourished...

"Same as you, Asetu, let me tell you, you're still a child. We're going to work out as golem users and stretch them out in earnest."

"Well, don't get too smudged. Acetu is pathetic..."

He's so thin, and he's still an unusual boy.

Besides, I'm a grandmother. If I were compared to you, who seems to be alive for a thousand years or so, I'd feel like all mankind would be hiccups.

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The three of us left the area and walked southwest for about half a day.

And then we arrived in the bigger city there and stayed here for the night that day.

To what extent is this city, on a scale, perhaps a little larger than Tibala?

They're going to take the station carriage here and travel further west to the city.

I don't know, you're going shopping pretty far...

I was wondering if this city was exactly the destination.

The forest where I first met Grandma Tete is the eastern direction of the reed. This trip will mean that it is almost in the opposite direction.

If you think about it like this, I seem to keep moving in the western direction from right after the summons.

Of course, this happens to be just coincidences.

The Alavi clan, from what I've seen on the map, is a rather elongated clan to the east and west.

Besides, the area is sandwiched between the Siddle Mountains to the north and the sea to the south.

Unlike the foothills of Siddhar in the countryside, the southern coast is flourishing, but in the distance it reaches the coast without half a day from the inside.

So if you mean traveling long distances by road, in directions, it seems like the only candidate really is west or east.

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"Oh, you're full of carriages..."

I was close to Gore and watched the various large carriages parked.

Grandma Tete is currently in the process of boarding the carriage.

This is the departure point for the station carriage.

In the front of the building, there were several large carriages parked.

Like a long-distance bus with this guy, he says it runs between the city and the city.

When you say that, it doesn't feel like a bus terminal somehow.

Carriages in this world have a large body.

Besides, when it comes to carriages of this size, there is a clear difference, but the number of horses being pulled is clearly smaller than the size of the body. Probably because of the aid provided by demonic props like wind floating boxes.

The cost of logistics is probably quite low in this world...

Oddly enough, the road conditions are good, could that be the effect?

The station carriage in front of you also has a large number of seats. I think I can get a lot of people on board.

I wandered around the waiting area sparkling my eyes as I rarely looked at the carriage.

He is a tourist who came out of the country entirely.

I'm actually a tourist from different worlds.

The toll list for the station carriage was affixed to the waiting area.

One adult, starting with 40 copper coins…….

Since the tepaol noodles are about 8 copper coins per plate, I would calculate that I can eat 5 plates as well. It is a plain and cool forehead. Besides, this is the lowest rate. Depending on the distance traveled and the grade of the vehicle, it will be higher.

I guess I'll take a lot of money.

Well, I have Grandma Tete for this trip, so we don't have to worry about Baba's hippocampus.

In addition to the price list, there are various stickers.

“If you would like anti-drunken witchcraft, please notify the receptionist in advance”

“The golem goes to the seat. The demon is on the roof!"

“The more you drink in the car, the better."

“It is strictly forbidden to use fire magic in the car."

That's busy. There's even something like a manner-awareness poster on a train.

I mean, come on. Is there one in the carriage that uses fire magic? Damn, this is why the fire attribute...

He turned again to the price list as he sighed at the low morality of the fire attribute.

At this time I found an interesting item.

"Weighing the Golem......? Oh, do you do that?"

Golem weighing.

The point is, I think it's like weighing a dog.

From what I've seen the price list, the golem is a light golem the size of which allows you to sit in your seat, you can normally have it in your carriage, but it costs at least one adult. Well, you take space for one human, so naturally, maybe. Plus, it seems like a system that charges extra per weight.

This surcharge is determined by weighing.

The pricing system around here seems to vary depending on the ride.

As I learned later, in the case of carriages, the golem that will be treated as a person will also be treated as luggage if it is a ship or something.

However, I will definitely need this weighing in any case.

For the sake of establishing transportation costs and safety.

If you ask me, the "lightening" of the Golem's body depends on the magician's skill. By the looks of it, I don't know exactly how much the golem weighs.

In fact, the grades "light golem" and "heavy golem" are determined by the "type” of golem based only on size, etc. In short, even if the cathedral golem actually wanted to be super heavy, it would definitely be a light golem by classification. A crossbow golem is a heavy golem, no matter how light it was.

However, especially in the case of golems for combat, there are few instances where they weigh outside such standards.

Because if you go too far from the prescribed weight, you won't be able to perform adequately. Heavy, slow legged cathedral golems will just be targeted, and you'll have trouble handling them in a crossbow golem that flips with recoil every time you fire.

Thus, the weight of the golem fits approximately a certain width for each type.

In the end, what usually makes the difference is not the “weight” of the golem, but “how much density can be increased" within a certain width of weight determined for each golem.

In short, the difference in the level of lightening results in a difference in the intensity of the primitive body. A golem made by a magician that can be lighter than normal is just as durable, even if it looks the same and weighs the same. Flying, jumping, and unbearable strain make it less likely to break.

It was totally a novice act that I did the right thing without thinking about Gore's "lightening"...

However, this point is also due to the fact that Gore's original primitive body was an introductory golem, called a "uniordinary-style golem”. A single-decree golem is a golem that collapses after a simple order is executed, so if you can't even move with your own weight, nothing else demands specs or anything else.

Perhaps it was also because of the fact that the writer of "Introduction to Magic IV," Dr. Emeritus Halem, an older, old-fashioned sister (* set in the brain), had only an out-of-the-box commentary that was "as lightweight as you can".

Either way.

I have no choice but to weigh before riding a ride like a public carriage than I don't know the exact weight of the golem by appearance. I tried to get it on and it was heavy and the carriage wouldn't go, because something could happen. Though it weighs roughly every type of golem, that's not absolute.

In fact, there are kids like Gore who don't really know how much they weigh.

Farming golems that are not intended for combat can also weigh quite poorly.

On my last carriage trip in the Sadie clan, I was given a ride by my gracious grandfather's carriage, so you didn't even have to worry about that...

All right. If that's the case, I'll take Gore to the weighing, too?

The measuring equipment seems to be properly equipped at the toll booth.

Same as when I was a dog, should I hold him and get on the scale?

Dog weighing means first getting on the scale with the owner holding it and putting out the total weight of the dog and person. Then you pull the weight off the owner and weigh the dog out.

"All right. Let's go weigh in together, shall we?"

... Oh? What's the matter, Gore?

Don't sit still. Stay with me.

Grandma Tete called as I grabbed Gore's hand and was about to head to the weigh-in.

"Oh, if you're weighing Goletalu, you don't need it because I'm done"

"Hey, what...? When did it end? I haven't been told anything."

"I just finished it while you were in Kawaya earlier."

"Are you serious..."

Indeed, for the toilet earlier, I was away for about a couple of minutes.

Are you saying I had it over in that short time?

If you ask me, I feel like I've disappeared somewhere only earlier, even though I'm usually just trying to follow you in the bathroom...

I've never seen anything like that happen before.

I wonder why? It is a strange thing.

But it's such a shame you couldn't experience weighing.

I wonder how much the hell Gore weighed.

"Hey, Granny. How much did Gore weigh?

"It is.................. Yeah, I forgot."

"Hey what!? You just weighed in??

You've been busy, Granny!

For some reason Gore is leaning on Grandma Tete, who can swim her gaze.

You're really close, these two.

But overlapping. Too bad. I wanted to get a good idea of Gore's weight, too.

... No, wait for me.

Am I supposed to be saying such irresponsible swallowing things?

Shouldn't I know about my partner's weight as a responsibility to the owner?

In retrospect, one of the reasons I abandoned the option of running away with an injured Gore in my battle with the ancient Land Dragon was that I didn't know the exact weight of Gore.

At that time, I don't think there was any chance I could have gotten away with it in any case. However, it is not necessarily that similar situations will not occur in the future.

Or you're usually worried about Gore's weight. Mainly in the fuselage weight sense.

I think the weight of the golem is probably such an important factor in considering the specs of the fuselage. "Golem Drawings" also has enough weight on it.

Once again, I couldn't help but hug you.

"Nemaki, why are you roaring alone! Let's get in the carriage!

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is it time to leave?"

My thoughts at this time were temporarily interrupted by Grandma Tete calling me out loud.

But that was a dangerous sign.

My academic quest was about to start hurting again.

I was aware of the dangers of my own academic exploratory rampage.

I already have a priori.

It's the first night in the city of Tibala.

When I start an academic investigation and get into a complete heatup state, I can't stop.

My intellectual desire does not know to stay.

In the unlikely event that I heat up again, I'm sure Gore will also make that body a gateway to intellectual desire without worrying about pain or the fact that it's about to suffer.

Over and over again, you should persevere in blaming the weakened Gore's body.

Without any compassion until your own intellectual desire is met.

I also forget that all night, time goes by.

The intelligent instinct of the beast's very shallow peel will continue to hit even, breathing into a constant gore.

to put into her tenderness that she does not reject.

I'm the worst man...

So, with all my desire, I didn't dare think deeply about this guy's specs or the fuselage structure I'm not sure about, so that Gore's weak body wouldn't be ruthlessly messed up and broken.

'Cause deep down, I'm more and more concerned and I want to find out...

But that restraint was very dangerous.

In fact, it was built on a dangerous balance that, when there was a sweet temptation like "responsibility as an owner" or "safety necessity", would be brittle and collapsed.

The station carriage journey continues peacefully.

Several large carriages, lined up, continue down the street.

The rich green views from the windows slowly flowed backwards.

Heartfelt and kind, Gore bakes sesame seeds and a variety of care.

Gore sitting next to me offered me some baked sweets.

It's a treat like Madeleine I bought earlier in the outdoor shop in front of the departure point.

Gore carried it gently to my mouth because I was confused and didn't accept it.

It's called "ahem".

The sweet taste spread in my mouth.

Gore seems kind of, very happy.

But on the other hand, I was close.

I can't afford to turn a blind eye to Gore's, uh, baked confectionery flavor.

I'm concerned. I just couldn't care less.

What the hell is the weight of this aircraft?

How many kilometers is Gore?

No more. I can't stand it.

"I'll do it, or I'll weigh..."

I don't know. I...

He watched Gore's body, filled with gentle and warm compassion, with sharp eyes, as if it were a raptor after his prey.