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

"We're cornered, Gore. I'll never let you go again..."

A room in the Uzu Dark Inn.

I was catching Gore up on the wall by the bed.

With a serious look, I stare at her.

Gore's clothes are messy.

My moist red eyes stared back at me.

I put my hands on the wall and put my body in a position to snag her in so I don't let Gore get away with it.

Yes. It's called, it's a wall don.

I don't know why this is happening.

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I was setting up an operation to check Gore's weight.

On this station carriage trip, in this accommodation town at the relay point, take the inn and stay.

Grandma Tete has one room, me and Gore have one room.

Grandma and I will be in separate rooms.

On a boulder. This time, you can't sleep in a room with me, like when you travel bald or teru properly.

Grandma Tete is an adult woman, though.

Naturally, I will not tolerate such delicacy, such as putting the lady in the same bedroom as the lady in the circumstances.

Therefore, the most recent point to be alone with Gore is this inn.

I can't stand it anymore.

I'm worried about Gore's weight, and I can't help it.

And perhaps the timing at which Gore's weight can be examined as soon as possible during this trip is non-existent except for this inn, which serves as a Chamber of Secrets.

Other than that, I feel like my brain weather is turning into a percussion instrument, possibly with a well-lit Baba cross spear in it and a failed weighing statement.

I have a strong feeling about that.

As soon as I walked into the inn room with Gore, I locked the door.

It is, of course, to prevent the intrusion of Baba in case.

I was a prudent man.

... but actually, this “lock the room" behavior was an unnatural one that I don't normally do.

Since I've been in this world, I hardly ever close my house or room keys except when I'm out.

Because Gore, with his ultra-high performance radar, is there all the time.

If a thief comes in, Gore finds it light and decides to smash it. The point is, I'm perfectly at ease and at peace.

Either that or Gore closes the keys to the house and room these days. Especially since Acetu started coming to visit him away from home, for some reason he started closing the door keys tighter and tighter every time.

And now Gore is sensitive to this abnormal behavior that I don't normally take.

Her long ears react small the moment the rattle and key sounds.

Strangely, he's been staring at my face.

And shortly afterwards, as if he noticed something, he suddenly began to rise.

- Shit, did they distract you from weighing!?

I panicked.

I've already somehow noticed that there's a verse where this guy's standing around trying not to make me understand his weight.

Though it is perfectly unclear why I would do such a thing.

Either way, if you realize I'm trying to weigh in, Gore might get away with it.

Shit, Gore's getting away with it. Follow me, you won't beat me.

I held Gore's hand standing beside the bed and drew him slightly more forcefully.

And keep pushing it against the wall...

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… This is why we are currently in this kind of wall dong state.

Gore's clothes are a little messy, but it's not like I did anything. For some reason, the thin clothes on the shoulder fell off.

She stares at me with her dreamy eyes, sandwiched between my body and the wall.

There is no sign of any particular fright or attempt to escape.

Is that it? Were you out of your mind to think you were distracted from weighing?

Either way, the initial goal of eliminating obstacles (Baba) and securing targets (Gore) could be achieved in a broad framework. Because if you bring it into contact like this, it's virtually impossible to escape to Gore, who won't resist my movements.

From here on out, we're finally weighing.

I've thought about it a lot since then, but it's still my conclusion that I have to lift Gore forcefully to determine my approximate weight.

Currently, I don't have any measuring equipment.

I spent the whole day rocking in the carriage trying different weighing methods in my brain.

Measurement with some weight combined with rope or stick.

Measurement using water…….

However, it is still unlikely that any method will be feasible when measurements are carried out while maintaining contact conditions in the inn's chamber.

So in this setting, you grasp the approximate weight by the body feel you lift. I'm going to satisfy my intelligent quest for today. Just knowing roughly how much, it feels different.

For detailed measurements, you should go back inside and do it again.

Okay. I'll lift it, I've said it briefly, but this actually includes challenges as well.

I hold Gore on a daily basis.

But the truth is, I've never lifted her.

It always feels a little draggy when you hold it and move it around.

Of course, I don't often feel the weight.

Come to think of it, this is unnatural.

Normally, there must have been one or two times when I tried to unwittingly lift a little bit of Gore to some kind of applause. That's what it feels like to be a dog. Anyway, Gore has a very light body weight when he is holding it.

Nonetheless, I've never held Gore up.

To deduce from this fact, perhaps Gore, within the limits of not always resisting my movements, uses that unusual body judgment and naturally avoids being lifted by me? For example, it feels like letting your body escape all the time.

For example, is it likely that even if you try to hug and lift it with the same procedure as usual, you will end up getting away with it as lukewarmly as an eel?

Hmm, I see.

So this time, we need to make sure Gore doesn't lose his weight?

Then you should hold on to her completely and, on top of that, retain the posture that I support her full weight.

All right, we've got a policy.

Come on......

I put my hands around the back of Gore and grabbed his lower body.

For a moment, I felt Gore's back peeking.

But for me to explore a position to hold my partner's full weight, now is not the time.

I drew her forcefully and kept her close to me.

As it was, I glanced at myself slightly and took an attitude that defied my upper body.

This way, Gore weighs in on me.

If you lift it up in this state and completely cut off Gore's grounding, I'm supposed to take the full weight.

This posture, of course, poses some more danger than the lack of knowledge of the weight of Gore. If Gore weighed so much, I'd be crushed.

Indeed, my prediction is that Gore is heavier than a human woman of the same size.

But it just shouldn't weigh enough that I'm crushed in an instant.

This is a conclusion derived from Gore's everyday tricks, etc.

There are a number of arguments, such as not falling out of the floor, but one of the particularly important arguments is now in this room, the "bed”.

Usually Gore wants to climb into my bed with something on. And this guy isn't in contact with the floor when he's sitting down next to me on the bed and seriously reading "Edible Wild Grass," or when he's falling asleep and wiping his body. I keep my whole weight in bed.

If this guy weighs that much extreme, the bed should smash or crumble.

However, bedding should not have been particularly unnatural sinking. I don't even remember the squeaking sound, like it was terrible. At least I've never been aware of such discomfort.

By the way, according to the description of the 'Golem Atlas', the vegan weight of the real diocesan golem is 200 rhus.

Although it is a different world mystery unit, we are talking about adult men weighing roughly around 100 rhus.

In other words, the cathedral golem weighs about two adults. Well, probably not to the point of reaching 150 kg? There are a lot of good guys in this world who would be Gatai if they did, so it's a little subtle......

Nevertheless, this weight does not in itself constitute any reference data.

Even if Gore looks like a cathedral golem to its contents, the amount of material and the degree of "lightening" is what I designate on my own without thinking.

At least in terms of weight, Gore is not a cathedral golem or anything.

Maybe Gore is a little lighter than a real cathedral golem.

It's also more slender shape than those guys.

As far as circumstantial evidence such as how to sink a bed suggests, I wonder if Gore's weight is at best a knight in armor.

So lifting it shouldn't crumble and die.

It's okay, you should be able to go. You should definitely be able to......

I can do it.

Okay, okay. Let's go.

My academic quest pushed out some of the dangers of investigation.

Gore's face is close.

Those red eyes are hot, thick and moist, as you would expect something.

Its white and soft limbs were beginning to release a strong warmth.

Gore grabbed my clothes all the time with the hand he turned on my back.

All right, I'm gonna keep lifting it up all at once.

I put my strength in my hand and lifted Gore to power.

Her body fluttered and floated about 10 cm into the universe.

Oh? That's surprisingly light.

Or you don't feel the weight at all.

Estimated weight, 0 kg.

Was it my mistake to predict that Gore's weight was there?

At this point, I looked at Gore's foot, which was stuck.

... Gore was standing on his toes.

Hey, man!

You don't have to do that!

I tried to lift Gore even further.

but Gore resisted.

She leans on me, she's bored, but she's moved her weight hard for the rest of her life so she can't desperately lift it.

Stupid. That this guy is going to stand up to my moves so far!?

And I can't believe it......!

What's going on?

Gore's sudden period of rebellion shocked me and started fighting with Gore, who for some reason gave himself up.

Every time I move my hand to my samurai, Gore's lit limb wiggles demonically.

Me and Gore intertwined and bitterly contested.

Ha, ha...... Not at all. It's like not lifting.

I'm sweating a little.

Damn it! Just think calmly, there's no way I can beat Gore with my body surgery!

As it is, surely, out of time or strength, I lose better.

What do you mean? The sense of desperate muddling so far has been since we had a single ride with the ancient dragons. Was there always such a powerful enemy lurking next to me!?

I don't know what to do, an academic investigation ends in failure.

For me, that was synonymous with my defeat as a culturalist.

What the hell am I supposed to do...

I was in a hurry and gradually losing control.

At this time, I thought.

In short, when the gore gets wet, it moves, so it doesn't lift.

Then why don't we just weaken this guy so he can't resist?

Normally, it would be impossible to weaken this invincible golem.

If I could do that, I wouldn't have a hard time. The numerous mighty men who had so far been defeated by Gore were unilaterally butchered unharmed, as if they were not even given an effective beating, instead of weakening them.

But, but. I, the owner, had one idea of the means to lightly weaken Gore.

- All you have to do is cloud your eyes in pink.

In that state, Gore is weak and completely out of room.

Body judgment also loses its clarity altogether and starts to feel a little weight from the body that comes in supple. Still seems desperate to keep him from weighing.

In that condition, I should be able to lift it up a little.

That's the only way to defeat this guy anymore.

Usually I would never execute it, it's an animal means.

But at this time, I lost control and stopped choosing the means for my purpose.

Nevertheless, in this condition, which is capturing Gore's lower body, his hands are not free.

I can't pink my eyes with the usual fuzzy guidelines.

If I let go of my hand, I might be able to escape to Gore.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

Think, think. Is there any way...

When I was spinning my brain full, I noticed Gore's long ear, which was stuck with his nagging eyes for the rest of my life.

It's in front of me now, Gore's long elf ear.

The ear is one of the points where Gore's eyes cloud immediately in pink.

That's right. We just have to make this place look pseudo-fuzzy.

I've made up my mind. I don't want to...

On Gore's ear, he bit gently.

What do you think? You should gently irritate it with your mouth like this......

Gore's body stiffens, and his hand grabs the clothes on his back.

I kept biting Gore's ear.

Gore seems desperate to put up with something. Every time I gently apply force to my teeth, I feel her body stick tight to me.

... hmm?

Would my eyes have turned pink properly?

With Gore's ear biting like this, I can't confirm my eyes.

I'm not sure I could totally pink it a bit.

I had a hard time with Gore.

"... what do you say, it's fuzzy. Feel good, Gore?

The moment I whispered in my ear, Gore reacted violently unexpectedly.

Sounds like my Whisper Voice had a hell of a destructive effect.

Gore's whole body is out of strength, and he's falling apart.

Finally, the hips fell.

I took my mouth off Gore's ear and checked his face.

A thin, white neck is weakening.

Ugly eyes were completely cloudy in pink.

"?... I'm not sure what it is, but you look like you've fallen"

Huh. Well, you let me trick you, Gore.

But if it's on me, there's no making it. Now we can finally lift it.

I hoisted the corner of my mouth and laughed lightly.

... If viewed objectively, there was no longer a complete single livestock figure there.

I kept trying to lift my weak gore.

But amazingly, my God, Gore tried to resist death even as he entered this stage, when his consciousness was almost cloudy.

From being completely crushed, he desperately swept his trembling feet and tried to pull me down.

"Become...!? stupid......!

Out of balance, I fell on my back to the side bed in such a state that Gore would push me down.

Damn, I'm alarmed. The situation is reversed.

Come this far, will I be defeated by Gore?

... but the truth is, this no longer seemed to be her last resistance.

Gore doesn't move at all.

It feels like her whole body, overlapping me, is losing strength, only raising and lowering her lit shoulders, so that she doesn't weigh in already.

It is the condition when the usual eyes are cloudy in pink.

After all, the earlier movement was the last force created by the unlikely energy.

But I don't believe it.

I didn't know this guy would resist this far.

What a backbone spirit. You no longer deserve respect as an enemy.

But I'm sorry to hear that. From this state of cloudy and weak eyes in pink, you have no reversible eyes.

Phew...

hehe...... haha! I won...... I won!!!

This state, so to speak, is the royal hand.

My victory is already confirmed.

You can hold him again and hold him back, or you can move directly from this position to a princess hug. The point is, if you lift it up a little, it's the end of the game.

That's no harder than having your eyes cloudy in pink.

Gore's bare weight data is no longer in my hands.

Gore's body, which comes covered, is as light as ever.

But I feel a definite weight more than usual.

I turned my hand around her back trying to get up with her in my arms.

And I noticed.

- Gore's back, he was shaking small.

It's different from the tremors that you've had so far, so much heat from the back of your body.

The little tremor is as weak as it is crying.

I held my hand against her back and it hardened.

I didn't realize.

You, you hated it so much...

You didn't want me to know how much you weighed?

I came here and seriously regretted it.

"Sorry, Gore..."

I sincerely apologized to Gore.

And his back trembled weakly, softly.

Gore slowly raised his lit face and stared at me with his noose eyes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think about your feelings.... I promise. I would never be forced to hold you up again. I don't care about weight anymore. The truth is, if even you smile, I don't care about your weight..."

If I said something about Gore's expression, other people might laugh at me.

But I get it.

I'm sure Gore isn't smiling happily right now, like he always does.

I'm so sorry, buddy.

I was about to make a foolish mistake.

Apologizing so many times in my heart, I kept her back up.

Gore's hand, which he held weakly against me, was surely strong again.

Her peachy cloudy eyes emitted a soft, gentle glow, as if relieved.