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

From the window, soft morning sunshine plunges in.

I slowly opened my eyes.

In front of me, there were two deep red eyes that stared inadvertently at me.

Whoa! Face close!?

Oh, what the fuck...

"You were upstairs while I was sleeping again..."

On me sleeping on the couch, Gore is taking the mount position.

Gore's face looming when he wakes up this morning is no longer a everyday sight, but lately I feel like this guy's face is slowly approaching.

Now and elsewhere, with a few more millimeters, my lips and lips were close to touching me.

I used to say that Gore is better than a dog because he doesn't try to wake me up with a lick on his face. But it may be time to withdraw this statement.

After all, the golem was almost like a dog......

I also have a once in a while option of scolding Gore for trying to pepper his face here, but I personally don't intend to do that.

I know from experience that I had a dog.

Licking your face is the biggest expression of love for a dog.

"Uh, yes, yes. Good morning, Gore. You're doing well today."

I wake myself up from the couch where I slept while gently pressing the gore that follows every dog's scratch with my hand.

It's usually me and Gore sleeping away from home, but now that I'm leaving a message, this is how I slept on the big fluffy couch in my mother's house.

This couch is soft and very comfortable to sleep on. Absolutely expensive one.

Usually when I sleep on the couch, Grandma Tete scolds me... But Grandma's not here right now. I am invincible in this house.

I looked around the large living room with my sleeping eyes as I tickled Gore's head.

After all, there's no way Grandma Tete is home in the mansion.

The fact that I woke up relaxed on the couch in the first place clearly demonstrates my grandmother's absence. Because if that Baba had returned, I would have been slapped off the couch with a cane at that moment.

"... the one from Grandma and Debus, didn't you come back last night after all"

It's actually the third morning since Grandma Tete and the others went to the southern city.

I was spoiled sloppily by the gentle Gore, and while I was enjoying a comfortable vacation in Baba's absence, it was not long before three days passed.

Corruption is horrible......

Still, three days?

I don't think it's too late for the grandmothers to come home.

Even so, only a round trip to and from the south coast is a necessary distance for two days. Nothing. It's not even the kind of days I'd worry about yet.

I tried to get confirmation from Acetu on this matter yesterday. What the boy says is that if you travel around the southern cities and do a lot of research while meeting people, it's also normal that it could take about 5 or 6 days for your grandmother to return.

So today it continues to be a summer vacation without Baba.

Me smiling unexpectedly.

Gore looks happy on top of me.

Elf ears move in an upbeat mood with tingling red eyes eagerly staring at this one.

Sarah's long hair hits her cheek because of her face coming from above. A little, ticklish.

... Hey, by the way, it's Gore.

I have to wake up.

I'm in a good mood, but would you please come down from above me...

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After finishing a light breakfast at the mother house, Gore and I went out to the garden.

I fed the chickens in the chicken hut and the goats in the backyard, and with their feet, moved to the back of the house away.

This is a large, backyard small space where you can do a little work.

It is also an invisible place because it is in a deep position within the premises.

With Gore, I stood in a quiet place.

In the mild morning sun, the early morning air flows from the forest to the inside is damp.

Quietly closing his eyes and clearing his ears, he heard various bird chirps in the distance.

It's a very calming space.

I came here to pay my salary.

Ever since I've been here, salary is my important job.

I'm a free young man, so I decided to break all the firewood from my neighbor's old family as well.

Each household firewood is always asked by Debus to carry it in to the back of this detachment. But once every few days, I sneak up on it when nobody's around.

Old Debas and I are a pretty good combination of Abalone breathing.

The firewood in front of us now seems to have been kept under the house late the night before Debus left. Debus is really smart and can read the air.

Receiving these kinds of firewood is hard work, but naturally communication with the elderly also occurs. It's too difficult for Gore to feel like a communal disorder. In that regard, Debus is highly communal. It's the right material.

Old people are very happy when I crack firewood.

As an example, I often get sweets and vegetables to thank me.

I kind of feel totally familiar with life inside......

I would have had to go to a big library in the city to find out about The Ruined Demon King. I feel like this is an absolutely important project...

Very unsavory. I'm a proud wild cultural man, but lately I've been cleverly domesticated by Baba, and inadvertently I'm about to lose sight of my original purpose. Fangs can be pulled out as they are and settled in here.

Besides, the hurdles of departure are getting plain high.

In particular, acetu is the problem.

When I come up with a subject that leaves me inside, that kid, who's nostalgic like my brother, is about to cry out now. The person is smiling and sifting to her temperament, but she rubs her nose from time to time, and her voice goes up, so she's morose. I'm just usually fine, and soon I'll know.

This is a very bad pattern, isn't it?

Even in the previous city of Tibala, baldness and teru looked sad, so I could hardly shake them off and leave......

I'm, well, for now, I'm going to leave you on the matter.

Indeed, at present, there is no Baba of Fear, nor Debus of the ability to defy ghosts. Asetu blunts my legs while I say "brother, brother" in tears. Because I'm not on the side. This is a great opportunity to escape.

But now it's an emergency inside.

Nothing in particular has happened in the last few days, and what is going on inside is a peaceful routine itself. But my grandmother's afraid, something could happen. At a time like this, leave the kids and the old people in the friendship alone and flee? I can't. I can't do it very much...

It still seems useless to think about it.

Now, then, as just a salary machine, let's split the firewood in front of us heartless.

I gave up my thoughts, and I stood in front of a pile of firewood piled high.

... By the way, I will chop it up with this salary, the rush of the "Battle Axe of the Earth" controlled in full orbit by the magic guide, so it ends in an instant.

Maybe the most I've grown since I've been in here is actually this payroll technique.

Due to repeated salary training, control techniques with a battle axe in one hand were being worked out in vain. Working time is also rapidly getting faster and faster.

I don't know, with this skill, I also feel like I could instantly kill the master of the sword by making it a light dice cut.

But of course, I'm not that weak-minded of a defect that you want to point at someone else as soon as you have a blade.

So naturally, I don't intend to abuse the axe, which is a daily necessity, for violence.

Speaking of which, when I first came in here, I was wondering if the golems of each household would do the work about salary scale.

But they don't actually.

In houses with only farming golems, it seems that in many cases we do our own salary scales.

A farming golem that can be paid well with a hand axe is actually less than a guide. Apparently the task of using the necessary tools of the trick is highly challenging for them. He seems to be good at big tools that can be handled at his own discretion, like golem shoots and shoots.

This is probably due to the low dexterity of the farming golem.

Among the performance evaluation items in my favorite reading, the Golem Atlas, is "Precision Operation”. This seems to be an item related to the dexterity of the golem, but the agricultural golem was the lowest rated precision operation.

That's why I should prepare firewood for your family with no men and only farm golems.

Yes, I changed jobs from the Magic King to a fully automatic payroll machine, this me.

"... well. So it's time to get started. Please, Gore."

Gore, the assistant who heard the signal, started throwing the stacked firewood towards the universe at a tremendous rate.

A large amount of firewood falls in front of me as I draw one parabola after another.

The sight is a brown waterfall made of firewood.

But it's all in perfect drop position and timing. That's right, buddy.

I set up the "Battle Axe of the Earth" that I had already produced with one hand.

And at this moment.

- A pitch-black battle axe rambled through the storm.

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"Ugh...... I still sweated good labor today."

I stretched my back a lot after a long working day of salary spanning roughly 12 seconds and about a picolitre of sweat from my comfortable work.

In front of me, beautifully cut firewood makes mountains.

The amount of firewood was high today, so it took a lot of time.

I guess I wasn't paying my salary while I was going to the clan capital, and the norm was accumulating.

"Hey, Debus..."

As usual, he tried to call Debas, a member of the payroll team, to have the firewood that had been cut carried to his neighbor's old house.

But that's where I noticed.

"Well, Debus wasn't here right now."

He went to the southern city with Grandma Tete.

I miss you......

Either way, if Debus isn't here, we'll be delivering today.

I looked back diagonally.

Two gentle deep red eyes stare at this one.

"... then Gore. Shall I carry firewood with me?"

Long elf ears moved.

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Together with Gore, we will deliver firewood to the elderly families in your neighborhood.

I left a bunch of firewood at my doorstep while traveling back and forth with the mansion several times, milk delivery greeted me.

Gore carries a large amount of firewood at once.

It helps that my partner is powerful at times like this.

When I finished loading firewood on the front door of the last house, the landlord's grandmother turned up.

"Oh, Nemaki, good morning"

"Oh, good morning"

This person's name is, uh...

Yes, but did you say "Aunt Nerua"?

I've been in a super old harem state by my grandmother since I've been in the Golem, but I'm gradually grasping their names.

For some reason, all you old people are women in this place. But out of the question, there aren't many old ladies who live alone. Most of them seem to live with your family or live together with a few old ladies.

This old lady Nerua, who just greeted you, is such a rare lonely woman.

This person is an old lady with a clear system of appearance.

You're opposite our wild Baba.

At first it was a subtle way of avoiding me for some reason, but while I was doing my salary, etc., it gradually opened my mind.

…………

Somehow, you're living like a gal attacking all kinds of old ladies, me.

Well, that's good...

"Thanks for everything, Nemaki. You must be hungry. Take this."

That's what I said. Granny Nerua offered me a paper bag.

The old men inside believe that I'm hungry for some reason. Not an exception with this clear old lady.

Me, I'm not a belly character or anything...

Of course, I'm eating three good meals, and I'm still not otherwise hungry. But thanks for the courtesy. I'm going to thank you.

"Wow, thank you. Is that a treat? I'm just hungry, so I'm glad."

I opened the bag as I smiled and thanked him.

There was a beautiful flowery bud-like treat in there.

White and cherry blossom colors depict a pale marble pattern on the fabric, which is visible on the petals and layered in multiple layers.

I don't know. I've never seen this before.

Seems like a cake or a bun.

"What kind of treat is this?

"Hehe, isn't it rare? That's a treat from my hometown, the Sadie Clan. It's called a flower cake. Sometimes I miss it and make it like this."

"Oh, is that a flower cake... of the Sadie clan"

Were you from the same Sadie clan as this old lady, bald or Teru?

I don't know why, but the old ladies here are all from different parts of the world. Surprisingly few people are from the local Alavi clan.

Thanks to this, sweets and dishes from different regions can be tasted.

"In Sadie's clan capital, our beautifully dressed young daughters sell these flower cakes. That's what makes it a specialty, even though it's a flower cake shop daughter. For the daughters of the province, it's a glorious job to give back."

"Heh, is that an honorable profession...... Must be beautiful, I'd love to see it again."

Is it a profession like the merger of flower shops, cake shops and idols in the original world? Interesting culture.

Teru, you're a Sadie Clan girl, too, and I wonder if you'll be showing up to your flower cake shop daughter. I don't think she told me that story.

... what? Flower cake "Kamochi"?

It's kind of like this word, sounds familiar.

Flower cake, kamochi.

Kamochi......

"Ahhhh!!!!?"

I raised my voice unexpectedly.

Kamochi!

Teru, you just said it! He wants to be a dumpling store when he grows up! (* See Episode 29: Love Daughter and Love Flag)

This is it. This is the “duck"!

What exactly is the identity of a chamochi in a place like this?

"Nemaki, what's wrong?

All of a sudden, I hear an odd noise, and my old lady Nerua is hanging her neck.

"Oh, no...... I remember my sister-in-law saying she wanted to be a flower cake shop daughter in the future..."

"Well, well, that's"

Looking a little surprised, she immediately smiled softly.

"... hehe, actually, me too, I was a flower cake shop daughter when I was younger"

"What, really?

"Yeah. I'm such a grandma now, but I used to have a reputation for being cute. That's when I met my husband."

The old lady began her memorabilia as she narrowed her eyes to nostalgia.

This kind of story has a set market when it gets very long.

But I don't hate listening to other people's old stories.

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We talked for about half an hour afterwards, and then we left Granny Nerua's house.

Me and Gore are walking the trail inside side by side.

"... hey Gore, Granny Nerua's love romance just now, that was pretty sweet. My noble husband abandoned the house for her, and I was unconsciously impressed."

I talked to my neighbor, Gore, with the kind of Nori who said what he thought of the movie we saw together.

Gore, who heard what I said, squeezed my eyes out.

Hey, wait. What, "Was he talking like that?" The targeted reaction.

You'd have heard it on the side, too!

"You haven't really listened to people..."

Isn't it as if to a human language other than mine, you only admit it's worth less than a murmur? That doesn't make you friends forever......

As I sighed, I removed the example flower cake from the paper bag I had just received.

Which. Let's try one, give it a taste.

A round treat, like a flower bud, was sipped.

"... Mmm, delicious this"

I thought it was a heavy texture because of the cake, but the cherry blossom petals are surprisingly fluffy and light. It's more of a chiffon cake, texturally. This.

All the treats in this world taste relatively good, but among them, this flower cake is a winner.

Classy sweetness and light light peach soft fabric confectionery. I think it would go very well with the image of the beautifully decorated local daughters.

... flower cake shop daughter, huh?

I wonder if Teru will wear it and sell this treat when she gets old too.

That kid is bright and adorable, so I'm sure he'll be popular.

I would love to see him like that as my brother.

But that kid somehow feels like he's going to take over a bald spot. I loved the store number at the bald shop and touching the demon props for the sale.

Teru, how are you?

Brother Nemaki is working hard in the far south right now.

Hot little brother gets along with all the girls in this world. And in a peaceful countryside surrounded by beautiful nature, enjoying a slow life rear charging harem life - …

"... I'm sorry, Teru. Brother, I just lied terribly."

I fell to the ground and fell on my knees disappointed.

It's not a rear charge at all.

The reality is, it's just a country pet life with your dog.

I'm getting along with all kinds of girls. But they're all girls who would surely be more than three times as alive as I am.

Especially with younger girls, we're not getting along at all.

Probably Eol's sister is the best friend of the young daughters in there right now.

But that kid's 4 now.

Teru, I'm younger than you at 5......

Instead of advancing as a rear filling, your brother is, rather, on a lower and lower level.

I honestly don't know what to do anymore.

Suddenly I'm on my knees, and Gore's looking at me worried.

Careful eye colors are gentle.

"Ugh, gore..."

I hugged Gore.

Speaking of which, this has always happened. When I didn't know what to do, I used to cry at dogs.

"Gu, Gore, why am I not hot..."

Fluffy, sweet and sweet aromas tickled my nostrils.

Gore smells kind of good these days when I hug her.

Such a good scent she only held my back, whimpering, in silence, soft as enveloping, in love.