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

A raucous noon leaking day is pouring down.

I was smiling sweetly and looking at my palm.

At that fingertip of the gaze, a small round bug is walking neatly.

A very wormy, blackish insect.

You said before that you felt like there was no other creature in this basin than me.

... Sorry, that was a lie.

There was a little insect like this one.

When I came to the cranberry apple this morning, I found myself walking on the leaves of a fruit tree.

Hi, I'm guessing these guys are pollinating the fruit trees around.

"Hehe, Kitaro is cute"

I loved this guy by naming him "Kitaro."

I think it's simple and good naming sense.

We met in this world, little life number one.

Old man's white bone corpse has a different healing digit.

"Oh? What's up, Kitaro?

Kitaro, who moved to the tip of my finger, is still breezing.

And I opened my wings all the time, as if I had anticipated the timing.

"Ah..."

Kitaro flew from my fingertips towards the sky.

As it were, in no time, Kitaro grew smaller.

The figure disappeared towards the fruit tree.

"Ma, wait, Kitaro...! Make me... don't leave me alone...!

Trembling fingertips swim through the void where Kitaro disappeared.

It's like trying desperately to grab something you can't see.

"Bugs... Taro..."

With a disappearing voice, I call that name again.

But Kitaro is not coming home anymore. He returned to his world to return to.

... Yes. Wise gentlemen would have already noticed.

At this time, I was starving to interact with others, and I was starting to get lonely.

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"Well, what do we do this afternoon..."

He sat in front of the front door of the house covered in soft grass and turned the page of "Introduction to Magic IV".

I'm currently at a slightly late lunchtime with this primer in one hand.

Farewell to Kitaro was a tough thing to do, but it was necessary for us to move on to the next step in each other's lives.

I'm a man who can switch heads.

"I guess I should just read through the primer. Soil magic will always help us get out of here."

I snapped, grinding the lightly broiled dried meat and cheese.

Yeah, not bad. Warm food is still good.

Especially the melting texture of this hot cheese broiled in a good way.

On a cloth spread out at your feet, black bread and cranberry apples that are no longer an essential part of your table.

The ceramic vessel contains cold spring water that has just been drawn.

Two days after the occurrence of natural destruction and tragedy, caused by the experimental accident of "Understanding Attributes”.

My dietary level was undergoing dramatic improvements.

Under the floor of the house, he discovered an underground vault left by his former landlord, Lübeu Zailain.

Conserved foods such as dried meat and bread and fermented dairy products were still left in large quantities in the reservoir.

Everything is edible.

By the way, there were a couple of fermented foods I've never seen, but I haven't got my hands on them yet because I'm scared. In addition, there are a certain number of ingredients, such as bitter beans if done, that are not well understood in the cooking method. That's why not all the food in the reservoir is available.

Nevertheless, I think I can probably afford a cage castle for a month or two.

I was convinced at this time that there was probably some sort of magic in these two underground reservoirs and libraries. It is no longer doubtful that the condition of these two rooms alone significantly deviates from the aging observed elsewhere in the basin. Even when it comes to preserved food, dried meat and bread on boulders shouldn't hold that for years.

No, not really. This is amazing, but the black bread - which I conveniently call because it looks black and tastes similar, but I don't know if it's made of rye - etc. wasn't hard enough yet. So far I don't even need to dip in the soup and eat it. The doors are filled with dust, and the bread that came out of a reservoir with no signs of being opened for a long period of time.

There was a magic trick called "temporal attribute” in the introduction, so I wonder...?

Now, whatever the food bin is, why was it using magic to slow down degradation in the library? This doesn't leave the realm of my speculation, but in the end, isn't it because Zaylane was a scholar-skinned person? Perhaps he was very afraid in the unreasonable part that books would be wasted. I know how it feels because I like books, too. Though only in this respect, I feel sympathetic to an old man with a fucking personality...

Incidentally, the seed fire we use to broil dried meat and cheese. This is what I desperately and manpower torched as I struggled badly, remembering the survival shows I used to see on TV.

Ha. No need for fire attribute magic or anything like that for earthly humans.

I'm a man of life.

and so on, while I was remembering the tear-wrenching hardships of the last few days, the whispering yet satisfying meal was overwhelmed.

I started eating cranberry apples instead of dessert.

Hmm, the refreshing acidity that spreads all over this mouth.

Irresistible, beautifully maiden-like pulp.

And a slight, elegant, aristocratic sweetness that lingers in your mouth even after you swallow it.

One bite and that bright red color is as beautiful as a ruby, and even my eyes entertain me.

Excellent. Still the best, Mr. Cranberry Apple.

At the end of the meal, I walked to the site of the destruction of nature caused by the recent Pebble Generation outbreak, where I dug a small hole at my fingertips.

And buried the seeds of the cranberry apples I had just eaten.

After every meal, I've decided to plant cranberry apple seeds here.

Because of me, there are tons of plants that have been scattered completely pointless, no matter what you think. I'm so sorry......

I have to get out of here before it's too far away. But in the distant future after I leave, I sincerely hope that this wasteland is regenerating as a beautiful cranberry-like apple field.

Nevertheless, I would say that it was fortunate in my misfortune that direct destruction was almost concentrated ahead of me.

This deforestation is the only damage that stands out thanks to it.

Otherwise, I would have definitely smashed every house in the back.

I was heartbroken when I saw the roof collapse, but the truth is, only some of the aging houses were damaged.

And then, like, some of the pottery in the house was broken?

Speaking of "pebble generation," that introductory magic generated a dozen meter-class boulders that are a little hard to say pebble. That one's collapsing right after generation.

In this case, that saved me a lot of time in post-processing.

… but then the basic form of this earthly magic, the nature of "at a stage when the magic supply by the surgeon is interrupted, the product collapses", seems to give this world's earthly attribute magic an unusual appreciation: subtle attribute magic, which is very difficult to handle.

I mean, making things collapses, so you can barely convert them to civil architecture.

For once, there are some sorceries that form weapons and tools used by the operator in the soil. but unless you're fuel-efficient like an idiot because you can't keep your shape without constant magic supply, and you're in such a special situation that blah blah blah blah, it's faster to normally use the commercially available product in question. I'd rather use a normally bought sword than waving a dirt sword while purposefully jabbing magic.

As a result, it is scarce for practicality, and the majority of common earthly attribute magic is quite minor. It feels like it.

Hmm. This is the only social assessment of attribute witchcraft I can use...

Lübeu Zailaine, author of Introduction to Magic, also looked down quite a bit in that book about earthly attribute magic, and I struggled to contain the urge to kill.

Blah, blah, blah. The number of pages that are divided into introductory magic for earthly attributes during Introduction to Magic is not even a fifth of the fire or wind attributes.

Consisting of all twelve volumes, Introduction to Magic describes a general part of magic, such as Understanding Attributes, in its first volume, and explains the magic of each attribute in two volumes or less. All I need to read is the first volume and the fourth volume, which is a thesis on earthly magic. There are only other sorceries listed that you can't even read. And this fourth volume, the explanatory book of earthly attributes, Introduction to Magic IV, is a pepper. Speaking of thickness, it's probably thinner than a lanobe.

... Incidentally, "Introduction to Magic II," an explanatory book on fire attributes, is a messy thickness of the entire hexagonal book class with jurisprudence. This must be totally discriminated against from the student's learning stage! Bullshit, you're kidding me, I'm gonna smash you to death, Zailane! Oh, you were already dead...

Still, I was reading Getting Started with Magic IV seriously.

In fact, this "Introduction to Magic IV" is a little different from Zaylane's text in a volume or stone book, isn't it? Do you really think it's sweet?

Isn't this volume headed by co-author Emeritus Halem?

Just thinking about it that way will motivate you to learn completely differently.

Oh, yeah, my teacher is Dr. Emeritus. I didn't say no to Zaylane's shit.

I'm sure you do. All right. That's what I've decided now.

I made one decision and started learning with enthusiasm again.

For now, to maintain motivation, let's imagine that Dr. Emeritus is my preferred, laid-back older sister. If you like reading, it's still great.

Yeah, I know. Of course, in fact, the gender isn't even known. Besides, in case you live, it's probably quite a long life......

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But, gentlemen. Motivation is important.

"Introduction to Magic IV", unlike those in "I," comes in with such a specific description of magic.

So, if you're alarmed, there's a part of you that looks like a line of letters.

In short, it means that the contents of the book will be in a "flabby, flabby, flabby... @" state.

Whenever this happens, I feel like a gorilla or a primitive...

However, this can be avoided by continuing to read with a proper understanding.

I was already beginning to realize that.

I'm an unfathomable man.

Look at me, Dr. Emeritus.

Nevertheless, I've just been reading the primer the last few days. I haven't done any experiments or test shots since then.

I was just trying to generate an earlier pebble for my pinky, and it was that catastrophic.

The Nature Destruction accident two days ago was a complete trauma in me.

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Well, the cranberry apple and planting ritual is also over.

I sit at the end of the garden, where the damage caused by the natural destruction of the example has sparked my vision and the sun that was originally good is even better.

This afternoon, I was going to read and study my primer here.

I have enough brightness to read books in the house, but because of the pleasant weather, I decided to read at the garden.

Yeah. At the end of the garden, there's a lot of tree trunk wreckage that looks like it could replace a chair. Thankfully.

A gentle breeze stroked my cheek.

Yeah, it is. Someone must have uprooted the tree and knocked it down.

Ventilation is improving.

I turned all over the primer.

This is something that I have been able to read quite a bit about, not to mention the recurrent gorillation phenomenon of translation ability.

"Introduction to Magic IV," too, it's time for the second half.

We are now entering a new chapter.

- And I meet this day the magic that dramatically transforms my destiny afterwards.

Was it the gospel of the goddess of mercy? Or was it the curse of a killer witch...

At this time, I still had no reason to know.

"Er, what... Golem generation?