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

"Oh, man. Purus, are you all right?

The Mediterranean man (Purus) fell to the floor and began to bump with his vain eyes.

When I was confused by that appearance, suddenly, a burst of cheer arose around me.

If you look at it, a lot of wild horses surrounding the practice area are excited.

"... oh well. I won the game."

Around, it's just a vortex of fanaticism.

Gentlemen, it looks really fun.

That's Master Madis' secret! Or the return of the young master's legend! You know, I hear you say whatever you want to say to your mouth.

Nevertheless, the problem is with these wild horse people.

I didn't call it a wild horse or an audience, but I don't have one of these people dressed as a townsman I see in the city. He wears a magician's robe that looks more or less fancy, or clothes like a coat of law.

If you think about it, this is how people normally come and go in and out of establishments within the Mages Association. Perhaps all of them are magicians of considerable standing.

I hope there's no one in this to tell Grandma Tete...

"Ahhhhhh!!! Nemaki ku yup!

Oh? Don't even hear the yellow cheer of a woman.

I saw the audience.

Oh, it's the graceful madam in the example that's screaming.

Madame keeps cheering with excitement as she swings her fan. The figure, whilst still appearing, looks like a housewife enthusiastic about idols.

Well, probably right now I'm like a floral sportsman who won a game when it comes to the feeling of people in this world. Thank you. A game between the golems is like being competitive.

Nevertheless, Madame. Where the hell did that classy lady go when she saw her in the air corridor? Are you actually that kind of character?

Speaking of which, this man's loud cheer was heard even during the game.

Right. You've been rooting for me...

I smiled and waved towards this gentle older noble woman.

"No, no, no!!! Cute, good, good!!!"

Madame is yellow screaming.

- Meikiki.

Mixed with the cheers around me, I felt like there was some loud noise.

I looked back at the strange noise.

Gore stands there.

There was, for some reason, a huge crack in the floor at Gore's feet.

Whoa. Stone floors in this exercise area, is that just flawed architecture?

The Sorcerer's Association thought it was putting money on the building, but it didn't seem like much of an architecture here, either.

"Congratulations on your victory, Master Dasai!

My brother-in-law came running up to me looking at the crack on the floor.

"I'm a disciple of the Madis Master, so I assumed he was a considerable user...! That's more awesome than I imagined!

The employee's brother is excited.

"Ha ha! It's our big victory!

Being slightly high-tensioned by the enthusiasm around me, I put my hands up to make a high-touch with my brother.

but he has a decent face and looks at my raised hands.

Shit. Apparently, there was no high-touch custom in this world. Speaking of which, there wasn't even a dugout custom, this world.

"Oh, no... It's my hometown custom. This is how we palm each other..."

In an instant, the fervor of victory vanishes, me holding my hands up, and I feel like I can't wait to cry.

"Huh, I see.... Is this what it is?

Your brother gave me a modest high touch.

Again, this man is a good man.

"By the way, is it okay if I pass the exam now?

"Yeah, you will. This is the only exam that will be available for this membership. For once, you will need the approval of the examiner, the Demaraan."

"Is that his approval..."

I saw a fat round old man sitting in a chair over there.

Demaraan has tears in his eyes and is probably covering his neck.

"Yes, I don't like it! I won't admit it, Madis' apprentice passed! Oh, yeah. Now the game was actually a pre-production exercise! Next, my second disciple, third disciple and fourth disciple will deal with..."

"Kid, you are!

I accidentally put a scratch in it.

Totally. I was deliberately summoned. I'll give it to you, and you'll be the disciples who can get bogged down by Gore. All of them, like Purus out there, will be moody all night.

If that happens, I'm not going to stand the heavy air in the field.

"Nemaki kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!

At this time, the audience heard Madame yellow screams of examples.

She keeps calling my name enthusiastically.

Madam. I'm not in the right place right now...

Totally, I have no choice but to be a lady. I smiled and tried to turn her around to cheer for the fans.

- Dogong!

Suddenly, a tremendous breaking noise sounded.

When I rush my gaze back forward, the floor at Gore's feet is so broken.

Hey, what the hell...?

"Hiya, okay!? Don't kill me. Yes!

Look, somehow Demaraan is starting to beg for his life.

The chair he was sitting on collapsed and Demaraan was tumbling down on the floor.

Apparently, a longitudinal crack from Gore's foot happened to hit Demaraan's chair directly.

As a matter of fact, the distance between Gore and Demaraan is so close.

In this game, at the beginning, Purus is completely turning to take it. Because of this, it takes the form of slashing into the back of the Gore and the enemy.

Gore stands silently, scattering a slaughtered aura for some reason.

After all, the Gore one, too, could Demaraan's numerous tyranny of abuse of power have kept him in the stomach on a boulder...?

Demaraan, looking up at Gore, blushing and shuddering.

Suddenly, Demaraan raised his voice so that he could rush to something.

"... you passed! Nemaki Dasai just passed the admission exam! I'm a judge, this Demaraan approves!

The cries of the teary-eyed Demaraan echoed into the exercise area.

Shortly afterwards, from the surroundings, a bigger drink occurred.

... Apparently, I passed the exam safely.

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"Ugh! I didn't know you could beat your apprentice as well as Madis. Ahhh!

Demaraan nods and cries, slamming the floor dang.

Hey, Madis, you little Madis. Yeah, uh, a little loud.

This “Madis” thing, I guess, is still talking about Grandma Tete.

Grandma Tete's last name is probably Madis.

When the grandmother introduced herself, she named herself Tete. Everyone in there, in an easygoing way, calls me Dr. Tete, Dr. Tete.

So I was wondering if Grandma Tete had a last name.

There are people in this world who don't have a last name.

For example, if you're familiar with a bald spot or a teru, you probably don't have a last name.

At the same time, it seems that civilians don't have a first name and nobility has a last name, and it's not even as strict as that...

"Even so, why does the Demaraan one stick to our grandma so far...?

I misunderstood him as a disciple, so much so that he became involved with me. I wonder how deep the groove of conflict is between Demaraan and Grandma Tete.

Grandma and Demaraan seem to be in power, and are we putting factional prestige on each other, even in fierce political protests?

My official brother whispered softly as I was strangling him.

"I don't know the details either...... In his active life, Demaraan said he was a famous golem user. But it seems to Master Madis that he remained a loser in the game... Sounds like you can get involved a lot like this."

"Isn't that completely personal..."

There's really nothing I can do about it, Demaraan's asshole...

When I left the practice area, I passed beside Demaraan, who rammed onto the floor.

I kind of called out to Demaraan at my feet.

"Hey, Demaraan. You, stop interfering with my grandmother with personal grievances. Revenge can only be avenged by grief and wand..."

Purus, who was sitting by his side, reacted to these words, not to Demaraan himself, who was stuck up.

The Mediterranean man looked at me and groaned.

"What the hell do you know about your master's grief?... My master, when I was younger, by Master Madis, is breaking up my marriage!

"Huh?"

What is it?

What the hell is that...?

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"Damn, my baba sucks! An enemy of a man!

"Whoa, whoa, you know what, it's Nemaki. You're a really good guy!

"I've noticed from the beginning, brother! You have to be Master Madis or something!

A luxury cafe-like corner on the top floor of the Sorcerer's Association.

For some reason, I was having an affair with Master Demaraan there.

"Damn it, I didn't know our Baba was such an outer road. When Baba gets back, I'll complain. For a long time, I thought our baba was a little too savage."

Earlier, I heard from Demaraan the revelation of the cause with Baba.

Demaraan said he was young and in his youth, he competed in a certain Golem competition, which was inspired by the empire of this country.

At this tournament, he had publicly declared to his surroundings that, at the dawn of the victory, he would apply to marry the woman of his choice. The semifinalist was Grandma Tete. He was relentlessly bogged down by Grandma Tete, and he said he was defeated.

I can't help it this far. Well, it's a win-win world.

But if it were, in that game, Grandma Tete used Debus to smash the deactivated Demaraan's love machine into pieces and expose it to the audience. And even on the playing field, they used the whip to demarrain it all over and put a great shame on him.

As a young lady, she seemed to use a whip, not a cane.

Me, I'm so glad I didn't meet my grandmother when I was younger...

Either way, this brilliantly fails Demaraan's proposal. They had an unusual non-hot adolescence.

"Yu, I can't forgive you. I can't forgive you, you evil baba! I'll make it right!

Me speaking forcefully.

Demaraan and Purus respond.

"Nemaki, you spare no time to keep Madis' apprentice! What a shame! Why don't you come to my Demaraan sect? My face works in the center of the clan. If you want to be a superintendent, you can make an election, right?

"That's good, bro! If he's like a brother, we're welcome too!

"Ooh? Did you just pull out the hostile faction? Isn't that pretty evil, Grandpa?

Me slapping Demaraan's chin in the face.

Demaraan laughing gahahahahaha.

"Oh, you know, all three of you, a little too much to drink..."

My brother-in-law, an official present, has cautioned me with a worried face.

Somehow, Gore sitting next to me seems worried too.

But, both of you, don't worry. Nothing, because I haven't been drinking since midday. I am not such a self-depraved person. What I'm drinking now is an example grapefruit juice, which was also an association service drink.

This is really delicious. Besides, I feel better when I drink it.

"Isn't the brothers a pretty good drink? Hey, Sewd to Arad. Bring me some lemonade!

In response to the words of Purus, two blue short-speared golems brought grapefruit juice on the basin.

A short spear golem is, like this, a very clever golem. It's affordable in size, and it's a nod to becoming popular in the city.

I tried to get juice from these short spear golems with a smile on my face.

At this time, Gore, who had interrupted, took the juice from the top of their basin.

Gore gently offers me the juice as he pushes them backwards with his shoulders. It is a clever one.

As I watched the blue golems pushed into the aisle more and more, I asked Purus what I remembered.

"... hey, Purus. We would have lined these guys up in a weird formation in a vertical row at the game, wouldn't we? What the hell did that mean?

"Hmm? Oh, that's the thing. Well done. You listened. That formation can also be shifted to assault as it is, but that's not where fate is.... Look at that one."

The tanned Mediterranean man said so, pointing to the stone spear, which was placed between the walls.

That's the weapon his golems were using in the game just now.

"Two spears, each of which would be different lengths, right?

"Oh, that's true"

The spear on the right is more than 1.5 times longer than the spear on the left.

During the game, I didn't seem to notice.... No, should I rather assume I was standing around unnoticed?

"I don't have a spear to hold in the rear guard, that's how I've been making the reach for a long time."

"Hmm, I see. So?"

"The moment the enemy is held back by an avant-garde Arad shield, first of all, the spear of the counter from the blind spot of the shield strikes him."

Purus acted like he was poking a spear in his gesture.

True, there were signs that you were still after the counter during the game.

"... so there are a lot of cases that can be handled so far. As a matter of fact, Sewd, the rear guard, unleashes two spears of his own destiny from behind him, who is blind spotted in Arad's body at the point of being struck by this spear. Ha-ha-ha, that is, a horrible three-stage formation. Don't let your enemies fall."

"Oh, you think a lot, too."

I'll explain to Purus in a good mood, I'll hammer him.

Still, is it okay to talk to Pepper and me about the Purus one, such an important counter method of warfare...? Somehow, you're like a drunk.

"Yep! You despicable Madis. Yeah! Next time I win!

Red-faced Demaraan is screaming in a good mood.

"Okay, okay, Demaraan's grandfather. You are exactly the oldest victim by Baba. I'll appoint you as my honorary advisor to the Baba Wand Victims' Society."

"Hmm. I don't know what it is, but I think we should make this organization one of the biggest forces in the empire, the Alavi clan, rather than being my advisor."

"Whoa, you look bad again, Grandpa"

Shoulder to shoulder, laughing gahahaha, me and Demaraan.

And, at this time, suddenly from behind, there was the voice of an old woman with a doth.

"... ho? Looks like we're having a lot of fun again."

There was a cold sweat on his spine.

I looked back in a hurry.

There, Grandma Tete, in the shape of a ghost, stood arm in arm.

"Shh, yeah, eh! Granny!?"

"Whoa, whoa! Madis!?"

Werewolf, me and Demaraan.

The two of them still fall off the couch.

"Nemaki! You asshole! What the hell are you doing in front of me when people are turning their heads down for you!

"Yes, no, that, this is... Oh, yeah! I heard you, Granny. You've done terrible things to Demaraan's grandfather a long time ago. Anything in front of the public, if it's a whip, it's gone..."

"Huh? Well, that's because the asshole there tried to acquire me for money before the game! Let me show you something, I just stuck it up!

What, a takeover?

I didn't hear you say that.

"Hey, is that true, Grandpa!?"

Demaraan's gaze, questioned, is swimming in the void.

"Speaking of which, that could have happened..."

Hey, fucking metabolism!

I don't think you're explaining the key part of that story in pieces!

My grandmother shrugged at me violently.

"... a hundred beats."

"What?"

"Nemaki, why don't you join Demaraan and call me an entrance exam and start a pretty delightful commotion. All over the club, it was a fuss about it."

"Oh, that's..."

"I told you, didn't I? If you make a strange noise, you pound your ass a hundred times."

"Oh, oh..."

Me turning pale.

When I realized, the table and couch were shaking violently.

Gore.

The Gore one sitting next to him is shaking as if he were an electric massager.

This guy is starting to seriously damage his spirit by imagining me getting my ass slapped a hundred times, and that imagination alone.

The glass of the table collapsed with Gachan due to so much vibration.

Grandma Tete said, barebacking her wand.

"... All right, assholes, line your asses up there. 'Cause I'm sweet, this time I'm gonna split a hundred beats by four and leave it at 25 shots apiece."

The only way to get here is to think about it.

Having given up everything, I put my hands on the wall and butted out. Because if you resist poorly, Gore will suffer for a long time.

But Demaraan, his clerk brother and Purus screamed in unison at this grandmother's remarks.

"What? Me too!?"

"Oh wait, are the 4 of us in the head count too?!?"

"Hiiiiiii! It's your master's fault. Whoa!

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, guys.

But to relieve the stress on our partner, hang out with me...

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"Damn, it was hard to see..."

Rubbing my ass, I snapped.

The Sorcerer's Association lobby is surrounded by serene silence.

Right now, we're already breaking up with Master Demaraan and returning to this ground floor lobby from the top floor.

Looks like Gore didn't take any mental damage unexpectedly in this butt slap.

It's weird that Demaraan and Purus got their asses slapped and screamed, maybe because of me laughing all the way down the road. Gore also leaned next to him from the middle of the way and looked happy.

Now she seems wondering if I should get my ass slapped.

I have been repeating my hands and hitches for more than 10 minutes.

My drunkenness had already subsided.

Even in my head, which was fluffy and fluffy, it is now neat.

This is sometimes said to have caught my eye with a slap on the butt, but in fact, earlier, Grandma Tete gave me the magic of detoxification to wake up drunk.

Detoxification magic is one of the subclasses of water attribute healing magic.

Besides the earthly attributes, Grandma Tete seems to be able to use the water attributes as well.

This sorcery of detoxification exists in combination with poison.

It's not universal. Without some medical knowledge, I can't use it.

Moreover, most sorceries are only “faster degradation and emission of toxins in the body" and some of the detoxification sorceries themselves seem to be ineffective. However, this guy has quite a high effect on promoting the breakdown of alcohol and other intoxicating ingredients.

In short, it works for drunken awakenings and hangovers.

By the way, this is the second time I've had this sorcery from Grandma Tete.

The first time was when he was dying of the poison of an example hanging carrot.

But that's crazy.

Why was I drunk?

I'm not supposed to be consuming a drop of alcohol, etc...??

Whatever it was, he looked at the paperwork piled on his desk with a neat, drunken head.

Practical exams were successfully passed. Later, sign this admission document and all the formalities seem to be carried over.

Explanatory documents for membership are quite numerous.

Ma, it's a pain in the ass, and you won't have to read the contents.

If you don't like it, you just need to get out of the club right away.

"Uh, is the signature field here? All right."

I easily signed the membership papers and pressed my thumbnail slightly.

I see. It must have been for this reason that Grandma Tete has suddenly ordered me to practice writing her name.

"Now, this is the Magician's Association's senior membership card."

My brother in charge handed me a membership card with a big business card.

It is a luxurious membership card with silver lettering in black.

"Heh... Is this your membership card?"

I flipped my membership card over and checked.

It's a sinister membership card. It's black.

If you look at it, it's stamped with my name.

Probably a good issuer, but this probably started the issuing process before I took the exam. The practical exam itself was supposed to be ritual, and I was willing to let it pass.

"Congratulations, Master Dasai. Mr. Dasai is now safe and a senior member of our association."

Your brother smiled and celebrated his safe admission.

I don't feel bad.

"Haha, thank you"

"I wondered what would happen for a while, but it was really good"

"Hey, really, I'm sorry to worry about that verse..."

When me and your brother were relaxing and bickering, Grandma Tete just came back to take care of the other magicians in the lobby.

Grandma Tete laughed when she saw the membership papers on the desk.

"Okay, good job. Now you're a senior member, too."

As always, she is an evil grinning grandmother.

I was looking at my grandmother's black grin and a fuzzy question arose.

"... Hey, Granny. Why did you come so far and focus on joining the sorcerers' association? Whatever you think of it here, it would be a pretty difficult organization to get into. Granny herself, it looks like she's been rooting for the people involved... If we'd just issued an ID, could there have been another way?

"Hmm. Well, that's not the way it works at all, either."

With that said, Grandma glanced at my face.

"You said you had some important research in the library, didn't you? Most books in the public library can be viewed by association members here."

"! What? Does the Society of Mages have such a membership privilege?"

That helps.

Well, there are books in the library that have restrictions on browsing. From what I'm trying to find out, this guy could be a pretty important privilege.

...... hmm? Wait a minute.

So, what? Does Grandma Tete mean that in order to make my hopes come true, she went out of her way to bow her head a lot to the great man, and even used her power to gobble up and desperately let me join the association?

then, stupid......

What a kind old man you are.

Have I ever completely misunderstood this great man?

Slightly ill-defined, I got a puffy head.

"... that, thank you, Granny. I'm sorry I broke your bones."

"Hmm. You can honestly say that from the start. Totally......"

Bluffing, that's what Grandma Tete said.

But shortly afterwards, she had another evil grin.

"Besides, I screwed you all the way to a senior member. Now, unlike just plain members, you can use almost all of your external membership privileges."

"? What the hell is wrong with that?

"- I mean, in the future, as my usage run, I can use it around to the fullest to think of you. Anyway, I'm a senior member of the Sorcerer's Association, so I can wield my authority and use it rather unscrupulously."

Hey, what...?

Make me a convenient parsley?

No way... this time I'm in my sorcerer's association, was that my true aim...?

"Oh, man. Wait a minute. I didn't hear you say that..."

Granny Tete said farewell to me when I changed my blood phase, as was normal.

"'Cause if I told you, you'd never join, would you?

…………………………………!

Oh, you framed me! This fucking baba ~ ~ ~!!!

"Hey! Stop, stop! I'm out of this rotten association!

Me decisively declaring my withdrawal.

But Grandma Tete has a cool look.

"Heh? Can I pay you a penalty for withdrawal?

"... what, you say it's a penalty?

What the hell are you talking about?

Before I was surprised, my grandmother spread out her membership instructions.

That's the paperwork I duly read earlier.

I tried to take it away and read it.... I do have a penalty item.

If you withdraw from this association for no particular reason, you will not be liable to pay a penalty. Besides, this penalty is 40 gold coins and it's as expensive as a fool.

40 pieces of gold... about 20 million yen? Whoa.

"There's no way you can pay, such an amount! My savings are five gold coins!

I'm not going to sell off the cure I got from baldness to boulders.

My grandmother laughed wickedly at me like that.

"Yeah. Well, I'll just have to watch it."

"Damn, whoa, whoa! They framed me. Oh!

Me poking at my desk and groaning.

When I saw how noisy we were, the employee's brother grinned and murmured.

"Pfft. Master Dasai and Master Madis seem to be really close."

Brother, shouldn't you go to the ophthalmologist...?

I got a little worried about him.