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

The Acetu boy's house is slightly more elegant in the interior than Grandma Tete's.

Due to the boy's skinny condition, I was wondering if the economic situation was a pressing household, but I don't actually see that either.

The spacious mansion is decorated with lots of paintings and antiques.

Instead, it looks like there's a lot of room for life.

I was brought to a receptionist room with the boy pulling my arm.

And now, for some reason, there, facing one middle-aged man.

"Nemaki Dasai, you've come a lot today. I wanted to meet and talk to you once."

A man who sits on a chair is a gentleman of forty glances full of majesty.

The color of the eyes is the same green as acetu.

But I get the opposite impression of a gentle boy with a smile on his face.

On the top of the Buddha, he seems kind of embarrassed.

"I am the father of Acetu, called Senaki. Of this house, the present."

He was acetu's dad......

I honestly thought so.

Even so, was Acetu's father named Mr. Senaki?

Somehow, I feel like my name sounds similar.

It's my first real name, the name Nemaki Dasai.

As for the “dasai” in the last name part called the family name, it is uncommon and frequently stuck by various people. Naturally. I made up my mind with the momentum on the spot, because it's an improvised name.

But surprisingly, I've never had a scratch when it comes to the "nemaki” part of the name.

The name Nemaki is surprisingly acceptable to everyone.

Perhaps my nemaki is this world-wide uncomfortable name.

Is this because someone with a name like Mr. Senaki? If you look for information, will you find Mr. Nemaki besides me?

"From Acetu, I always listen to you.... I hear you're doing a lot better with everything."

"No, I can't believe you're doing better. Instead, I'm always better off taking care of your kids."

By the way, this is not a social dictionary or anything.

Sadly, I'm seriously only taking care of this boy...

"Is that true? I hope so. My child, as you can see, has no shards of sobriety, no restlessness, and is in real trouble."

Asetu disputed this statement of his father in a modest manner.

"Nothing good, Father. It's on my own."

Mr. Daddy sighed and became a more sinister face.

"Ha, acetu...... Not at all a child named you..."

... Hey, what's up, acetu boy?

Where the hell have you been, smiling like the usual sunflower?

This is like an air of conversation between a rebellious high school girl and her father. I'm sorry about your dad.

Or is Acetu “I” instead of “I” the only person at home?

Is there some way to talk, or is it a tough home?

No. You do look harsh, this father.

He says about Acetu like a troubled child. Sure, this boy is an active kid, but he doesn't do evil at all, and, rather, he's as dear as he sounds in wondrous condition. The fucking kids in there, they're worse.

Besides, is acetu a restless child? That's not true, is it? Speaking of which, when you're happy, don't you think you're going to be able to fly?

I feel kind of, like, a little pathetic about making you grow up any more with your parents' intentions.

As a friend, let's just follow up a little bit with a slight force.

"Me too, acetu, I think it's better to be this active. She's a healthy, lovely child who brightens everyone up."

"Hmm, well..."

"I love this bright girl too"

Daddy Acetu looked at me silently.

That's kind of a meaningful look. Scary. What the hell.

Acetu suddenly turned down and became smaller with his moulds. What's up, boy? Your ears are bright red.

At this point, I was curious, and I saw the gore behind me.

She stands on my oblique back, with a soaking face.

... That's unexpectedly normal driving.

I worried because I was a little grumpy before I walked into the house, but it looks fine for now. Relieved.

Well, as usual, I don't think I'm listening to the conversation.

Nevertheless......

Gore is an understated one from the beginning, but in front of strangers and especially in these upper-class seats, he'll be in a neat mode of relaxation.

Compared to when you two are together, it doesn't tangle as unnaturally.

It's like a regular golem.

I'm goleming, because it's a weird way of saying it. That's the way it is.

It doesn't have to be anything else.

It stays natural gore and I don't mind......

I smiled slightly at her.

I was relieved to see that my long ears started to move so hard that I kept my gaze back in front.

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Afterwards, Acetu blushed and barely spoke.

So I had no choice but to keep taking care of him with me and my dad.

Even so, there's no way just me and him can play the conversation.

Dr. Speria, bald, Demaraan's grandfather...... and I haven't had a separate talking skill with an old man since I came to this world, although it's like I've been traveling one after another attacking all the old men everywhere, depending on what I see. All are coincidental products. I'm a very normal young man.

I don't have that many topics that I can suddenly talk about with the intimidating, grumpy old man I met...

From now on, the conversation also feels like I'm going to answer Dad's questions about how I usually spend time with Acetu and what I find out about one corner I own with Acetu.

I kind of feel like I'm being interviewed.

Hard......

I wonder why I have such eyes.

I just came here to feed my belly hungry junior a treat out of kindness.

First of all, I can't find any advantage in the act of struggling to deepen rapport with an old man in his forties, regardless of the fact that he's a beautiful sister. Not even a millimeter can motivate me.

Anyone, get me out of this misery quickly.

Asetu, come back soon.

Gore, as usual, take some problematic action quickly.

But back to back with my wish, there was no sign that the two of them would take action.

There is still hope for Acetu's return, but Gore would have thin expectations......

Because I almost smiled earlier.

The Gore one, I think he would definitely take it personally if he praised me for being a big man.

It's not, it's not, Gore. Instead, you were too grown up to look bad, so I'm worried about that...

I can no longer help it more than this has happened. There will be no other way to respond appropriately to the interviewer's questions while just finishing this delicate air interview.

When I was ready, I breathed heavily and opened my mouth.

"Yeah, here's an answer to your question, but as far as I'm concerned, your first impression of a corner (alpus) is still with the splendour of a corner of your head..."

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Then, approximately an hour had passed.

Me and my old man's voice is ringing in the reception room.

Currently, the air in this room was completely heated up.

The reason is that the conversation between me and my old man's soul is hot, intense and burning.

"... so, yeah! How dare my uncle, my uncle, manipulate the alpus in the game before him! By poking the opponent's Hammer at the corner of his head, he has won a glorious victory!

"What, seriously!? Can you use that horn in battle?!?"

"And guess what? As a matter of fact, this... but it's going to work!"

An old man who rides himself out and talks.

I'm so excited.

At first he had the impression of being a solid acetu dad, but he actually seemed to be just an easy old man to talk to.

"Do the horns. Yeah! Kaki-yee-yee!

"Right? Alpine horns. Isn't that amazing? Nah, ha, ha!

The romance of the horns was a common language for men beyond the walls of the world.

And me and my old man, who actually came over the wall, had a mysterious chemical reaction due to the mixing.

Acetu and Gore, present, are no longer turned into complete air.

"I mean, a hammer golem is just a fucking big heavy golem, right? Though the steeple aim, did you stab that one down with a horn...... I knew it was half his horn..."

"Pfft. Well, the corner of a corner golem is for enemy aid only. Of course, it's usually impossible to pierce enemy golems. But the horns of the alpus are embedded with specially crafted hardware rock (Koma Cancer) struts. This generation method is a secret to our family."

"Heh. Yeah, but when you say that, you're sure convinced. His horns are somewhat more successful and existential than the illustrations in the drawings, and I've actually always wondered."

"Hmm...... Do you notice the difference between the corners in the illustration of the book? Nemaki, you have a pretty good eye. And when it comes to actual golem matches, it's surprisingly important to focus on that."

"Haha, thanks.... Well, a big horn is a man's romance"

Praised and illuminated, I laughed with my head on.

And I realized at this time.

At some point, my old man's eyes staring at me are getting so tender.

Those green eyes are, after all, similar to acetu.

"Yeah, yeah, that's right. Uncle, I know how that feels very well... My acetu is talented, but I'm not very dry about that. You don't understand romance... Ha, I still wish I could talk to a boy..."

The old man who muttered so was a smudged smile, as if the possession had fallen.

"I've always wanted to talk to my son like this."

Because of his mind, the old man looks slightly tearful.

This guy, usually in front of his family, may not have been able to even want to talk about this...

If my old man's lonely heart could have healed me at all, it would have been really good.

The old man and I quietly opened the door to the reception as we were forgetting the time and talking about the big horned romance.

Asetu's mother brewed herbal tea for me.

"Hehe, you're getting a lot of excitement. Mr. Nemaki, take your time today."

That's what I say and smile at. Asetu Mama was such a beautiful person.

Besides, this mother, if she does it, she's young...

At least, you look like you're only in your late twenties at best.

I'm serious about catching such a young transcendent beauty's wife, old man. I've reviewed it.

But when he's lined up like this, the acetu boy has two melons for his mother.

This kid is totally like a mother.

Acetu has healthy wheat skin and the green of his eyes gives way to his father. So alongside your whitening mom, you even look like you have two somewhat different colored acetoes.

Both acetu dad and acetu mom have white skin colors.

Caucasoids, or people with a white racial appearance. Although it was something I had originally noticed, I guess acetu wheat skin is still the color of sunburn. Like Grandma Tete, the skin tone on the ground is not brown.

The face of the Acetu family is somewhat Slavic when it comes to the original world. It's not as fractured as the Germanic system, and the carving isn't that deep. He looks slightly mild.

The people in this world I've seen since the summons are probably the most of this race. Something about baldness and teru, too, was like this.

Speaking of which, the other day we played a game at the Sorcerer's Association, the Purus with the short spear golem had a totally Mediterranean-like Latino look on his face. There are people who feel like that.

However, while there are people who look familiar somewhere like that, there are actually quite a few people like Grandma Tete who don't think of a similar race by original world standards.

Well, even so, that's the case with our Baba.

That guy's an absolute dwarf, Dwarf.

In the first place, there is no such thing as a majority of races in this golem, in which all races are disturbed. You're all very close.

"Come on, Nemaki, don't hesitate to drink. So, here's what we talked about earlier. In fact, during the match before you, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at the time when he saw the horns of the Alpus..."

While recommending tea to me, my dad acetu tried to continue his horn rigging in a good mood.

But at this point, your mom blocked the conversation.

"… you, it's time for the inner rendezvous"

"What, is it that time already? Um, why don't you take the day off? I'm Nemaki and I have a few more stories about the golem..."

"... you"

………… Ugh, yeah. Attendance at a meeting is our duty. I'll be right back. "

The old man began to prepare for the shittiness and outing.

Hi, old man, you look like you're laying on this wife's ass.

My first impression felt like a gentleman full of dignity and elegance, but that was apparently just trying hard to be dignified in front of me...

With a sad back, old man after the reception.

At this point, he suddenly looked back at this one.

And after alternating between me sitting and Acetu, I nodded loudly.

"Yeah. Mr. Nemaki, you... - pass!

What? What!?

I passed some kind of exam, and while I was confused, I dropped off my old man's back leaving.

Mommy Acetu laughed at me with a puzzled face.

"Ugh. That guy's always doing that. Don't make me feel bad."

"Oh, no...... He looks like a fun father, and I'm jealous of Acetu."

"Oh, ugh"

Your mom is smiling elegantly.

Its soft, bright smile is very picturesque.

I knew this guy was really beautiful.

The old man would have had a rough time dictating his mom. Perhaps the reason why he's laying on his ass is because of the information.

At this time, I thought I apologized to my mom.

"Speaking of which, I'm sorry to interrupt you all of a sudden today"

Looks like the old man had some errands, too, and I don't think it was a good time to visit.

As far as I was concerned, I was just going to let Acetu eat sweets, so I made it easy for her to visit the house. It was like going to a busy junior house and playing games with sweets. I didn't think I'd let my classy parents respond very well in this way.

I don't know much about customer service fluids and social codes in this world, and maybe I should have acted more cautiously.

"No, it's outrageous. If you're Mr. Nemaki, you can always come and visit."

Your mom is laughing. Kind.

Everyone stayed put and drank herbal tea for a while.

Around half a cup or so I slowly opened my mouth, as if my mom had predicted the timing.

"By the way, Mr. Nemaki. I'd like to ask you something you don't know."

"Yes, what is it?

"Mr. Nemaki is an Oriental home, isn't he?

"... yes, I do"

True, that's the setting.

I am from a war-torn eastern country, a magician's house who has flown under unexpected circumstances.

"I'm guessing what's going on. The East is in trouble now. At one time I saw the drive for unity, but I hear that the political situation has been unstable again for several years..."

Her gaze, as I said, moved this way so that she could guess my reaction.

"Is Mr. Nemaki's visit to this country still aimed at rebuilding your home?

As always, your mom is smiling elegantly.

But its eyes aren't laughing.

"... no, I don't mean that in particular"

They still think you're a fallen nobleman, me.

Nevertheless, I don't have a house to rebuild.

But the moment I heard this answer, which came out casually.

Your mom's eyes seemed to emit an intense light like never before.

"So you don't mind marrying in the future in the form of son-in-law adoption!?"

…………

"Yeah, yeah. Sure, I'm not particularly focused on that sort of thing."

In fact, my son-in-law may have adopted me, but I never mind.

If you think about it for a moment, I just change the last name part of "Dasai" where I was adopted by someone's son-in-law. Perhaps other than that, no changes or disadvantages will occur at all.

Because I don't have any social clues.

If I joined my son-in-law in this world, my name would be, like, Nemaki Madis, Nemaki Speria, Nemaki Bari, Nemaki Purus... Well, you all feel cooler than Nemaki Dasai. Wouldn't you rather be welcome?

The problem I have right now is not how my last name works. I am talking about a more rooted and life-threatening part of the story of a woman who seems to give it to my son-in-law in the first place as if she doesn't exist.

Or the example of my son-in-law's surname change I just mentioned......

If you think calmly, isn't it all just the last names of bastards and grandmothers!!!

It would be too much of my otherworldly life, too many things, that all the cases of marriages I can think of are same-sex marriages with bastards or fraudulent cases of marrying an old man for a legacy!

But I can't think of the right last name because I don't know a single woman of the right age......!

Awful. Too harsh.

What serious sin have I committed in my previous life...

Me dropping my shoulders disappointingly and going into sinking funeral mode.

But in contrast, your mom is in such a good mood for some reason.

The smile looks just like acetu. You're such a cute mother.

At this time, as she came up with something, she smiled brilliantly and slapped her hand pounding.

"That's right! Dr. Tete's going out today, isn't he? It will be difficult to support your meal when you are alone... Why don't you stay with us tonight? Ugh, huh? Right?"

You're under a lot of tension, Mother.

Thankful offer, but you'd be right to keep this place subtly dismissed.

Because I can't tell if this word is your mom's real or this world's social code. There are some examples like this one where I disturbed you in a mild way and let you serve a polite customer.

Besides, once Grandma Tete has asked me to leave a message, I just want to avoid leaving the mansion alone and staying in an approximate house.

First of all, I'm just here to feed the boy some sweets.

But to this statement by your mom, Asetu, who until then had been shy and silent, suddenly sparkled her eyes.

"What! Brother Nemaki, are you staying with us today? Yay!

Oh, hey, wait, boy! Don't take your mother's social decree for granted!

I followed up.

"Ha, thank you, Mother. I'm glad. But unfortunately, I still have a job to tell you about. We have to go back to the mansion tonight."

"What? Brother Nemaki, you said you'd skip everything but looking after the chickens and goats because there's no teacher anyway!

"Hey..."

Hey, come on, boy! You're gonna ruin my adult consideration. Bye!

"Ugh. You don't have to be shy. Mr. Nemaki is already one of our family members."

Your mom is laughing.

Hang on, this mom, the cuter she looks.

The old man who dictates women like this, oh, I can't even see them.

I think I should apprentice my old man and teach him romantic tech...