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

The tea party in the reception room ended and was taken to Acetu's private room.

Walk down the crossing facing the courtyard to Acetu's room.

A small butterfly was seen dancing in a beautiful green implant along the hallway.

Very well maintained garden.

On the way down the crossing, it was different from the one-of-a-kind golem.

Matcha coloured golem with elongated fingers.

It's shorter than a small acetu. He may not be more than 140 cm tall.

"... what's the golem now?

"Our gardener golem." Is your brother new to seeing this?

Gardener Golem. I've seen such a name in drawings.

But it's a non-combat golem.

They are somewhat more clever than farming golems and weigh less vegan. It is therefore suitable for household chores, etc.

"Oh, is that the gardener golem? I've never seen anything real before."

"You don't bother using a gardener golem in a house with a cathedral golem. There are so many houses in this house that use the gardener golem. We have three others besides that kid."

I see, is the application slightly worn with the cathedral golem?

Indeed, my gore loves chores, too. I mean, that's no longer a hobby area. Even if I try to help, you won't let me do it at all.

This large mansion and beautiful courtyard are also probably maintained by the work of their gardener golems.

You really don't need a maid, Golem.

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That's how I arrived in the acetrum room.

The Acetu room is a clean space with a calm atmosphere.

It has a little stuffed animal or something, it's a lovely hobby.

Also, there are many books in this room.

From what I've seen in the bookcase, most of them are serious specialty books.

Acetu seems like a really study-keen boy. I still don't think there's anything restless like what my acetu dad (old man) says......

Anyway, I know because I have experience buying my own drawings, but it's quite expensive to be a professional book in this world. At the very least, it is not a substitute for poor houses to be able to buy in large quantities like this.

It will no longer be certain that the house of Acetu is not the poor family originally foreseen.

But that doesn't matter.

As long as Acetu is thin, there is no change in my basic policy of nourishing him.

So I decided to nourish the boy.

The first thing I fed him was a treat like onion dumplings. Did you say his name was, uh... Licorice Dumplings? It is a relatively orthodox type of snack in here.

"Delicious, acetu? There's still plenty of dough. Eat a lot."

"Yeah! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Acetu is holding his cheeks like a hamster and eating the dough.

Yeah, yeah. I have no idea what you're talking about, but you're gonna eat a lot and grow up.

I looked out the window, reassured by my inevitable and critical social mission to nourish the boy carrying the future.

A view of the interior, overlooked by the strangely less transparent glass windows of this world.

I can see the ramp leading up to Grandma Tete's mansion.

I see. Acetu was looking out from here, so you must have noticed right away that I was coming down the hill.

But from this window, I can only see, angularly, a small part of the ramp and about Grandma Tete's mansion.

The one in Acetu, no way, you say you've been watching Grandma Tete's mansion all day from here? It's like an uninteresting landscape...

Did the boy like his grandmother's mansion that much?

Looking at the ramp as I was dreaming, I heard the baby cry faintly.

Oh, it looks like Acetu's sister woke up.

Actually, the acetu boy has a little sister.

Nevertheless, this sister is still really small. From what I've heard, it's about a year old and a little.

I was given a glimpse of how she was napping in the separate room, but she had mochi baby skin and was an adorable baby.

When greeting your parents in the reception the other day, only your mom appeared oddly slow. It also looked like an atmosphere where an old man, Zako in the front seat, was knocked down and a full-blown, head-blown mom appeared - but the truth is, I just couldn't seem to come because I was laying this baby to sleep.

The family composition of the Acetu family, in addition to your parents and Acetu, is this sister. And they have a grandmother.

Your grandfather is already dead.

Did the story I asked Acetu before mean he was killed in battle a long time ago?

... Acetu's grandfather, huh?

He's currently Acetu's partner, and he's the one who generated the corner.

Among the conversations I had with the old man, he appears again and again. The Crown Prince praised me for destroying a heavy golem in your previous match, or converting one corner of a single corner into a final weapon. He seemed like a fun person in a lot of havoc.

Even people like that die easily in war......

Speaking of which, when it comes to this acetu grandfather, the old dry critic, Grandma Tete, has reputed herself to be an armed sorcerer.

I think this is probably highly regarded.

If I were a granny, I'd be the lowest rated "snake."

Either way, being able to appreciate your skill means that there was probably quite a bit of facade between Grandma Tete and Acetu's grandfather during her lifetime.

"Hey, acetu"

"What, brother?

Asetu, who spoke to me, looked at me on a cheek like a squirrel, eating some cucumber and dough.

"You know Grandma Tete, don't you, Acetu's grandfather? I knew you two were close?

"Huh... uh... Ngu"

………… I'm sorry, I'll be fine after I swallow properly. "

Having swallowed the dough, Acetu started talking again.

But the content was surprising to me.

"My grandfather was a division member of the Imperial Dirt Demon Soldier (Golem) Division. So, the teacher's husband was the division leader at the time. So your grandfather and teacher feel more like your men and boss's wives than friends."

"Yep, eh!? So, husband? Is Grandma Tete married?!?"

"What a surprise, is that it!?"

No, you'd be surprised. Normal!

Marrying such a savage super violent baba is a completely beyond my comprehension. A strange figure in the dreaded spirit of volunteerism is what exists in this world.

Besides, when I was younger, my grandmother was the kind of woman who was wiggling a whip, right?

I don't care what you think. It's crazier than it is now. I feel confident that I will be killed before the first night of my wedding. Is your husband, maybe, a mazo?

"You're kind of an awesome husband..."

"That's right! The Earthly Demon Division is an elite unit of the Empire. He was the division chief there."

Acetu put his flat chest up well.

I see, even the boy's own grandfather is from that division. I'm sure you're proud. Let's keep it in my chest that the intent of the earlier statement "Awesome husband" was "Awesome husband in a sexual sense"...

"Besides, our grandfather isn't the only subordinate of the division chief. The grandmothers' husbands in here were the men of Mi-na-sensei's husband."

"Oh, you're serious. I had no idea."

The point is, do you think all the grandfathers in there belong to Grandma Tete's husband?

That's pretty awesome.

In such a situation, Grandma Tete in this midst would surely be in a Madam President position. You're not a reasonable village chief, but you have a big attitude like the President of the United States.

Hmm? Wait.

Grandma Tete's husband is the head of the Earthly Demon Soldier Division and the Yakuza Division.

And the fact that all the husbands of the old ladies in there are subordinates of their division heads......

"So could all these people in here be family members of the Earthly Demon Soldiers Division?

"Yeah, that's right."

Asetu, who nodded small, continued his words as they were.

"Exactly, Survivor"... "... Originally prepared by the teacher for the wives of the war widows."

He accidentally swallowed his spit as he tried to hammer him in casual condition.

... Inside the war widow.

So were all the elderly inside women?

There were a number of other minor discomforts in this area.

This settlement, called inside the Golem, has no original official name either. He also seemed to have begun to participate in the traditional events of the Siddle Mountains after relatively recent years. It bothered me that there was a strangely shallow part of history instead of scale.

There is also a lot of variety in the origin and ethnicity of the elderly, and if that is the case, it will be explained very well. In other words, the Earthly Demon Division was probably a multi-ethnic mixed unit.

"My grandmother, she always says. Your grandfather was murdered by worms in an exotic country, and you held your newborn mother. If Dr. Tete hadn't helped me then, I wouldn't know what would have happened by now."

"Were you..."

The old ladies in there, I'm sure, must have had a very hard time.

Although you all laugh brightly, as if you hadn't noticed.

"So, everyone really appreciates the teacher."

…………

Well, it's unusual for an evil old lady to do something.

When you get home, you can rub your shoulders.

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While doing this, it looks like Acetu is done eating the dough.

Whoa, no. It didn't even smudge in the pattern.

We need to nourish the boy next time soon.

"All right, acetu. You're gonna eat this guy next."

I took the flower cake "Kamochi" out of my bag, which Granny Nerua gave me for my salary this morning.

"Wow, it's a flower cake! I love this! Thanks, brother!

Acetu began to eat the flower cakes full of them, sparkling his eyes.

Yeah, yeah, you eat a lot and you're gonna be a fine adult.

Seeing Acetu flutter his cheeks like a squirrel, I was surrounded by warmth like when I loved small animals.

As gentle as I was, I tried to be a simple child's head.

But the motion stopped perfectly along the way.

I felt a very slight resistance on my back.

Someone's pulling my clothes off with their sifting hands.

But at this moment, my hand was suddenly pulled by Acetu, and my consciousness was taken there.

If you look, Acetu is holding my right hand with both hands, resting on his own head.

"Eh heh..."

Acetu with a soldering smile.

He's a cute guy.

I was gentle with Acetu's soft hair, as I had requested.

Again, I guess this kid is about the same age he still wants to be sweet to adults.

I was aware that Acetu had a little sister, and I haven't had time yet. I guess in him, who has been my only child until now, I feel like being a fine brother and still wanting to sweeten your parents.

He was a real brother in the original world. I know how this feels.

And before we sort this out, people become true brothers.

Yes. The Acetu boy is also on his way to growing up as a person.

As an elder, I wish I could help this kid grow up. If your parents are too reluctant to be sweet, you don't have to think of me as your brother to be sweet.

Whether it's a snug, snot-nosed kid's eol or this pure boy's acetu, a boy is good because he can be so easy on the head and adorable.

When this is the girl opponent, it's not going to be this easy.

There are sexual harassment issues and so on...

I'm really glad Acetu is a boy.

At the same time I was relieved, another sense of insecurity that I couldn't say anything about was coming through me.

I wonder what it is? I have this disturbing feeling from time to time from earlier.

This mysterious sense of anxiety has become dazzling since just before entering Acetu's private room. Even after entering this room, over and over again, I feel like some serious and serious message, by a bunch of actions like the innocent brother of a boy, is constantly being deactivated, at the perfect time.

I feel like someone's modest but desperate message keeps getting bounced back by my merciless brother Barrier.

I have a strong feeling that the cattle in the Siddle Mountains are in imminent danger of severing the species - that.

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While I was experiencing mysterious anxiety, Acetu seemed to have finished eating flower cakes.

Whoa, why don't you. We need to nourish the next one.

"Okay, you ate like this, Acetu. Next time, eat something like this cheesecake."

I took the treat I got on the way down the hill from my bag.

It looks like a stick cake.

Heavy when held in hand, I can see the fabric is tightly packed.

And it's pretty thick and long. Is it easy to understand when it comes to the size of Keifang roll? I think this guy probably has calories.

"Wow, that looks delicious!

Acetu that makes your eyes shine innocently.

Strangely enough, however, he suddenly began to twitch after that.

No sign of receiving stick cheesecake.

What the hell is wrong with you, boy?

"Um, Brother Nemaki, the... I might be hungry already...?

Why is it doubtful?

Besides, it seemed like you could eat as much as you wanted until just now.

"Can't you eat anymore?

"I mean, I can't eat any more, you know, the..."

"? What's the matter with you?

"If you eat any more, you might get fat..."

hey!!!!?

What are you talking about falling asleep, Acetu!

I'm feeding you exactly to make you fat right now!!!

That's why you're retiring!? I'm not kidding, I won't admit it!

Come on! Eat more!

"No, acetu. Let's eat just a little harder today."

I put a stick cake in my right hand as a gladiator in the war.

And with his left hand, he lifted Acetu's thin jaw.

"... have a nice mouth."

The green eyes of Acetu looking up are twitching and moisturizing.

Light cherry blossom lips slowly half-opened as my words invited me.

I see beautiful white teeth lined up and a very radiant red mucous membrane.

"All right, good boy"

Stay, be gentle.

In Acetu's little mouth.

You tried to screw my thick stick, exactly at that moment...

Suddenly, a white shadow covered my face.

Gore.

Gore suddenly jumped at me, forcing me to interrupt between me and Acetu.

She clings to my upper body and face, like a koala.

"Oh, hey, Gore... hey..."

Hang on, I can't see the front.

I don't know, it's Gore. You, where the hell have you been??

Until now, I haven't felt anything at all.

It's as if he kept getting his desperate self-appeal dispelled by something......

No, more than that, I can breathe with Gore's soft body pressed against my face...

Hmm? You can breathe properly.

It's taken care of gently so I don't choke.

That's right, buddy. He's a caregiver in this situation.

I was wolfish to be suddenly jumped, but it's not the first experience Gore has interrupted in the process of talking to Acetu itself, though.

I gently pulled Koala's gore on my face for the rest of my life.

Gore's body, which was pulled, shuddered into small pieces as he sifted.

Speaking of which, I would have liked this guy to play at the front door too......

I'm sure you got bored because you had to make a big deal out of it in a house you didn't know about. That's what happens to dogs.

"I'm sorry I left you alone, Gore. I'm surprised you suddenly jumped at me."

I spoke at my usual rate, but Gore only shivers weakly.

My eyes are vain, and it's like my focus isn't set.

"... oh, hey. Are you okay, you?

I got worried, I put Gore on my knees and rubbed my back.

She is occasionally spasmodically spasmodic, as if she were a jerk.

Seriously, are you okay with this?

I panicked and peered into Gore's face.

Then all of a sudden, she became koala again and stuck around.

He hugs me so desperately that I nod my face to my chest.

As if to appeal to the existence of self diligently.

I decided to stay in this position for a while because I was getting kind of pathetic.

All right, all right, Gore.

You really like Koala.

If that's what you want, I'll shut up and be a eucalyptus tree.

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Well, how long has it been since then?

I think it's time for lunch.

I'm gutsy, and I keep gore's back.

Gore's vain eyes, which continued to shake with intense anxiety and had not been set in focus, were also slowly but beginning to regain light.

Lukewarm, moist red eyes stare at this one with a glistening upward look.

"Ha. I didn't expect this to happen just because of stress... Your mentality is really tofu-like..."

Talking in a sigh, he rubbed his nose to sweeten it.

Despite being told tofu mentals, this guy is happy for some reason. Dude, Otowuf is not a compliment.

I had no choice, so why did I do it with my head? As she relieved herself, she began to sweetly bite the wooden button on the chest of my clothes with her mouth.

Apparently, I'm back to much of my usual gore.

... because of my mind, I also feel that my behavior is regressing in toddlers.

But good, it looks like we've crossed the line for now. If it looks like this, it will go back to normal soon.

"But you, you're starting to move your mouth cleverly. I didn't bite things before."

Holding me in my arms, Gore keeps biting my buttons small.

After all, the condition is completely baby, no matter how you look at it.

Well, it's usually me who treats this guy like a baby. Sometimes it's not bad to try to be in the opposite position like this...

"Ho ho ho ho"

I grabbed Gore's soft cheek with my fingers.

She takes my fingers like that and is happily busy.

Perhaps her spirit was under considerable stress.

Toddler regression is a form of defensive response to stress. When people are about to break their hearts without being able to accept the reality that they can't do anything about it, they forget all about sad adults and become babies again.

It could have been quite dangerous this time.

Gore's stress level is directly linked to the lives of the cows.

Dangerously, the Siddle Mountains almost stained the blood of a bright red cow again.

I was relieved that the cows' lives were connected by one neck skin, but soon I realized that things were not over.

Until then, Gore, who had become a baby in his arms and was sweet with Bab Bab, moved his gaze softly, as he suddenly remembered something.

Its neck slowly turns back.

At the end of his gaze is... - Yes, acetu.

Acetu was already in a state of war. I look at Gore with a glimpse of Rin's arrow. I feel a strong willingness not to give in to Gore.

Gore's gaze against him is as fiercely angry as a magma.

Straight emerald colored eyes and burning ruby colored eyes.

Two gazes meet each other in the air.

at that moment. From Gore's entire body, more and more black killing erupted.

There's no sign of pulling, either, on one acetu.

Two violently swirling auras are about to clash exactly now.

You guys, is that pattern again!?

Gore's bite urge is also approximate, but Acetu is also Acetu.

Please, stop challenging Gore with your eyes ready to die every time! You're betting this battle on something more important than your life?

"Oh, well! Come on, Gore!

I tried to hold that body tight to keep Gore down.

But at this time I saw the gore in my arm and noticed something strange.

... Gore hasn't seen Acetu.

No, until earlier, I did, and I was letting myself go with acetum. But shortly afterwards, Gore's gaze slipped away from the boy's face.

And Gore isn't even looking at me.

The killing spirit, which was being released, is weakened and the consciousness is approximate.

Gore's gaze is thrown far away, stuck to me and with his arms around his back.

The figure is as if you are looking far beyond the view.

I had an idea of how she looked in these skys.

It's time to explore some distant signs of topsoil foes.

When I was once traveling through a land of dirt, Gore sometimes looked like this when I discovered a herd of monkeys far away.

The private room here in Acetu is on the ground floor of the building.

So Gore should be fine and able to widen the range of topsoil foes.

Even so, the very existence, not so many, that this guy goes out of his way to put exploration in the distance.

Warcraft, thief...

Grandma Tete was afraid, that it was happening around the inside, the possibility of some kind of dangerous situation turned my head.

The Gore one, maybe you noticed something strange...?

"... Gore, what's wrong?

I asked Gore.

She stares back, shaking her ears slightly.

The deep red eyes are creeping.

Not good, I don't know what you're talking about.

Gore stays stuck on me, no sign of getting off my lap.

Doesn't this look like an imminent danger?

... No, wait. It's too early to conclude that.

The Gore one never gets off his knees when I hug him to his knees. Unless I drop him off, he's happily riding all the time.

I mean, not getting off my knees is not going to be any judgment material.

It may be a little unsavory.

Everyone in there could be in danger, even if I'm safe.

When I began to feel lightly in a hurry, Acetu suddenly raised his voice like a stiff.

"Brother Nemaki, Alpas is calling...!

I snapped my neck at the boy's abrupt remarks.

What do you mean, a corner is calling?

He should currently be standing by the main entrance inside as a guard. It's not even that far from the main entrance, but the surroundings are quiet from the beginning. No voice shall be heard, nor shall the sound of things be heard.

Number one, the golem doesn't talk.

"I'm calling, is there a corner? Nothing for me."

I can't hear you, but I was about to say, and Acetu looked back at me.

"Eh heh. Looks like our alpus was better than Goletalu in the maximum range of topsoil foes."

Delightful bright voice.

But at this time I realized.

Behind the tone of his voice, Acetu's expression was stiff and tense.

"... brother. Looks like there's more than one coming from the east."