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

In front of the main entrance inside, a strong wind blew from the side.

The wheat field that spreads in front of you is almost finished harvesting, and there is nothing to whisper the wind that blows on this occasion.

A small, luxurious boy stands beside a resilient green golem that will be nearly 3 meters tall, indisputably with a girl. The soft hair softened into the wind.

The boy, whose eyes were closed and his consciousness was still focused, eventually opened his eyes slowly.

The beautiful eyes of the open emerald green look far away.

"... It looks like a small group is approaching through the woods to convey the eastern slope. A total of 8 people. They're all human, but it's absolutely weird coming down a place that's not even such a beast path. I'm not a local."

The boy who shrugged so separated the words once here.

And I turned this one around with a rugged look.

"And these people, they're probably all fully armed. Only one inside, some kind of metal flat and big...... probably someone with a shield"

"Become...?

I opened my eyes in amazement.

Acetu, do you even know that?

Is it possible for ordinary golem users to share information on topsoil enemies with golems in this way? How convenient......

Is it connected with something telepathic, called Acetu's earlier statement that "a single horn is calling it," called the sharing of enemy information now, and possibly the golem and the owner?

I saw my partner, Gore.

A beautiful elf golem stares at this one with tender eyes.

"... hey gore. Me and you can use that super convenient ability for a second, too?

I spoke, so her long ears shook happily slightly.

No more rubbing my nose or biting my buttons. Looks like the toddler regression has healed safely, okay.

Now, let's share radar information.

I tried to imitate Acetu earlier and close my eyes all the time.

…………

It's dark.

No, we don't know anything.

Gore, disclose something to me, too, like a corner like this.

Hey, you hear me, buddy?

Hey......

"Hmm, not at all. Is that a trick, too?

I gave up and opened my eyes after roaring for a moment.

If you notice, Acetu is looking at me with an anxious face.

Shit, did my bizarre provoke anxiety?

"Brother Nemaki, what can I do, a bunch of thieves? Me, it's only been about six months since I started working with Alpus and the guards...... This is the first time I've done this."

Apparently, my bizarre behavior wasn't fuelling anxiety.

Yes, it was. There was a group of unidentified people approaching. Whatever you think, the real deal was that way.

I was so envious of Acetu and the friendly telepathy in one corner that I completely forgot.

Approaching from the woods, an armed group of eight...

When it comes to forests on the eastern slopes, it's across a wide cultivated area.

There is a considerable distance from here.

If the suspicious are traveling on foot in the mountains with no way, the speed of travel will be even slower. There must still be plenty of time before they reach the inside.

Asetu himself seems anxious, but I am not anxious about this child's ability as a guard.

Anyway, Acetu is the most powerful Baba factory.

Small, adorable, pure boy, but don't let that look fool you. He's a decent, capable kid. I'm just anxious because of lack of experience, and the accident response manual itself should be tapped to perfection.

I trust Baba's Spartans.

"... don't worry about it. You can do what the adults inside or Grandma Tete taught you to do. If there's anything I can do, I'll follow up. Say anything."

I tried to return it bright and easy.

As a matter of fact, even the group on its way didn't establish itself to be a criminal. I mean, he's armed, but he could be just a savage maniac or a soldier doing another picnic, boy.

…… Ugh! "

A flame of determination lights the boy's frivolous eyes.

Oh, you look good in those eyes, Acetu.

------

Acetu's response was quick after that.

I immediately contacted the conductor of the Ri and called back all the inmates who were out in the field.

Horses of preaching run one after the other in the field, and golems and foster families with farm tools return to their places.

In front of the main entrance there is the whining of the people and the noodles of the horses.

Looking at it this way, it looks like there are a few horses in here as well.

Amateur thoughts like mine make me wonder if horses are less necessary to raise if this is all the golem, but they're not actually that simple a story.

However, the headcount itself is still overwhelmingly small compared to the size of the settlement. Besides, I don't like farming horses in the first place, mostly for riding.

While doing so, the internment of the foster home was almost complete in about 20 minutes.

Looks like a lot of the inmates started evacuating from their homes to the rally point inside.

There is an alarm set up in the square in front of the main gate, but it doesn't look like it's going to ring in particular.

Inside the golem, he quietly entered a defensive posture.

During the internment of the foster families, there were occasions when the combination of the golem and the young man ran back from afar, holding the little children. The kids I've been holding were apparently playing in the woods across the hill.

I see. Thanks to topsoil enemies, we can all find them in one shot, even if there are children who are running behind unaware of the danger like this.

If we can fully grasp human trends around the inside in this way, as long as we have enough time, virtually no evacuation will occur. By reason, this time, the alarm has not even been sounded.

Seriously, that's half the convenience in a disaster, a golem is...

Just like the golem with the children and the misplaced, a few golems with chest armor ran inside with the owners.

Skinny, sloppy, or kind of strangely long head. Golems vary in appearance.

Perhaps those are the golems on guard.

If you don't come near the main gate, and you see it scattered inside as it is, I guess they each have their own place in charge of the defense. This interior is quite large.

Mixed with the golems running around and the owners, I could see the orange-throated golem's back walking steadily.

What... Isn't that a heavy golem...?

I don't care, I was about 5 or 6 meters tall.

Where the hell have you been hiding this, such a big guy??

I was often distracted, but at this point I looked back near the entrance inside. In front of a house just around the corner, a bloody elderly woman noticed her chest armor on a farming golem.

WOW!? That's the grandmother from the grocery store who gave me the dew pears the other day!

Hey, somebody stop that guy!

What if an old man falls and gets hurt!

------

The people inside getting a steady interception posture.

I'm in the corner of the square, side by side with Gore, watching.

Eating the stick cake I missed earlier from Acetu with a shade instead of lunch.

At this time, I was giving thought to a number of concerns. Especially with regard to Gore's appearance earlier when he was using topsoil enemies in Acetu's room.

Gore had probably noticed the suspicious approaching.

Nonetheless, he was glowing and tingling his long elf ears and just seemed happy on my lap.

It was a very reliable attitude, even though he said, "If something dangerous happens, only you will be safe because I will protect you with my life."

…………

No, it's Gore. You can't just protect me.

Is this guy seriously willing to protect the inside or something?

Although the peace-loving culturalist's direction is not the same as mine, there is also a surprisingly biased part of Gore's motivation for battle that looks like this. I was beginning to realize that.

Hi Gore guy, sounds like he likes to fight enemies and see blood, but more than that, there's a verse he doesn't like to go far away from me. I don't have to kill anyone, so I want to be with you all the time.

The forest on the eastern slope in question is a few kilometres away from here if it is bad. I've never actually been inside the woods, but the woods themselves should be pretty deep. It's not the kind of place where Gore would walk away from me and go alone. Gore's inability to move to the point of finding a few suspicious people could also be taken as a natural consequence in some ways.

Also, her “illness you don't want to leave me for” has another fatal problem.

That means that when there is a danger to me, the medical condition becomes more pronounced. I'm afraid I'm gonna get hurt. Not really, Gore gets his thoughts rigid and he can't stay away from me as if I were around.

Yes, it's a situation like when a large number of monkeys once put a siege tactic on it, or when a sniper was lying down in a Guinem fight. Even if you know with your head that you are jilli poor as it is, Gore can't move. Gore is an emotional creature.

Let's assume these facts, for example, the worst.

I mean, worst case scenario, if the inside is raided by a suspicious person like this. If the inside falls into a state of siege or confusion, the more serious damage there is going to be around, the more the Gore one, on the other hand, won't be able to move with too much clamping on me for worries?

And I can't let the dirt demon guide go flashy in front of everyone inside, naturally. Immediately discovered that he was the King of Magic, and wrongly admitted arrests for preparatory crimes such as world ruin, it is a death penalty course.

Is that...?

We combine for a little while to not help defend the inside...?

When I realized the possibility was right, I was wary.

If I stay like this, I'll be branded incompetent by Baba when I get home and fed my wand...

------

"Well, if all I need to do is get slapped by my grandmother, that's fine..."

I looked around in a mixed sigh of giving up and despair.

An earlier combination of farming golems and a grocery store grandmother has been stopped and pushed against each other by her family.

Tastes bad.

If that grandmother, the suspicious, came near the inside, she could jump out excited. Older people are surprisingly bloody.

Still, and if Grandma falls, it's really tough.

As you know, the old man is very boneless. So, unlike us young people, it's really easy to fracture just because we fell.

And once they fracture, they're very slow to heal. The fact that an old man who fell broke his leg and died as he slept is such a typical example that it exists as a certain template.

"Hmm. Then maybe Grandma and the suspicious people at the grocery store should keep them out of contact as much as possible..."

As I roared, I saw Acetu.

From earlier on, the boy stands still beside a corner. Perhaps they continue to explore the movements of the suspicious in the topsoil foes.

"Acetu, how far is the Suspect coming now?

"Right now, just around the woods, I guess. I think it's still going to take a long time to get out of there. The pace of travel hasn't changed for a long time, and I don't think he thinks we're being captured here. But..."

"... but? Something bothering you?"

"These guys, they feel kind of weird. There's something a little uncomfortable about the enemy. I'm not sure what caused it..."

"Hmm?"

"Maybe it's just my fault"

It's like I'm an amateur.

You're a little scared when things happen to Acetu that you can't even predict. If something unforeseen happens, there are too many old people and children in here who are slow to escape.

Is it really best to wait for the opponent to show up in the stiff midst of the defense like this? Is there anything I can do for myself, even if that's the right response the foster people are taking...

After a while of silence, I slowly looked up.

"...... hey acetu"

"What?

I continued my words against Acetu, who stares at me.

"I think I'll take Gore directly to the woods on the eastern slope and ask the suspects to pick it up."

Me and Gore are going to the woods.

In view of all the circumstances, this is probably the best hand.

Let's put Keri on in the woods before the contact between the foster and the suspicious occurs.

Even if you skip the grocery store grandma thing, there are a lot of problems contacting everyone inside with the suspicious.

I am also concerned about what Acetu calls discomfort.

Getting in trouble and getting casualties on the inside is, of course, the worst case scenario. Conversely, if the Golem beats you up, you could lose your life if the suspect was actually a vegetable thief or something. I'm so sorry about that.

So, if there is...

I'll stand between them and negotiate with them first, and we'll have a peaceful discussion, and you can pull your hand.

That way, there won't be any injuries or deaths in the futile feud.

This is the basic attitude of the culturalist.

The other person is human. Unlike some fucking monkey who has suddenly waged a siege battle without question or some fucking dragon who has smashed a supermassive stone bullet instead of greeting me.

A human being is an animal with reason and a noble soul and speaks the language. Human disputes can be properly resolved by talking to each other.

That's what I believe.

I'm supposed to be the negotiator. If I'm alone, the kind Gore keeps me safe. In the unlikely event that the opponent has been abusive during negotiations, the risk of death or injury is low.

Besides, if the identity of the unsub wasn't bad or a thief, it shouldn't be in vain for me to go out as a messenger. Because if you lead them to the inside, the people inside should be relieved. It would reduce the likelihood of trouble arising from misunderstandings between the two sides a lot.

Yeah, it's the perfect plan.

"What, Brother Nemaki rides into the woods on his own? So, but..."

To my suggestion, Acetu seems to be on the lookout.

"Look, me and Gore would be free to move, because we don't have a place in particular, right?

"That's right..."

"I thought it was appropriate while I was at it, can't I?

I'm still the negotiator, wouldn't I rely a little?

"Ugh...... Indeed, my brother is so strong, and Goletalu is a fast aircraft with topsoil foes... If you're going to raid once and for all without question from this situation, that's probably the best choice."

"Oh, you, don't say assault or anything noisy. I'm going to the woods to have a peaceful discussion..."

The tenacious facial acetu doesn't seem to be listening to me. He continued his conversation with the arrow as it was.

"But they're getting closer, and it feels kind of weird. Going alone could be your brother in danger...... But I can't leave here... But if anything happens to your brother..."

Acetu is badly troubled. It's unusual for this kid to be happy.

Somehow the boy also seems to agree with the content of the proposal itself.

Asetu's attitude, which seems worrying, is like a gore when he grabs me as a baby.

My lack of credibility broke my heart once again.

But I tried not to break only my spare smile as an elderly man.

"Don't worry about it. I'm used to this..."

Yes. Peace negotiations are not my first experience. In the city of Givir, he has a proven track record of success once with his Paisley Chamber of Commerce branch manager counterpart.

It's okay, I'm sure you'll do well.

A successful experience where I was able to solve a problem by discussing it with a vicious merchant opponent in the war had become my great confidence as a monoculturalist.

I turned to Acetu and said with confidence and grandeur.

"... - I am. I'm confident in negotiating."

Focus on your eyes to look like a hard-working and dependable senior, laughing.

The moment I laughed, I finally sweated Acetu's forehead.

From that throat, the sound of drinks of sawdust and spit leaks.

Oh, that? Subtly different from the reaction I was expecting...

------

I finally got the boy's permission, and I'm headed to the East Slope Forest.

As I tried to leave the main entrance inside, the grandmother of the grocery store who was pressing against your family caught my eye.

That guy still seems to be rubbing it.

Farming golems dressed in chest armor also look somewhat troubled before family fights.

"Aren't the fields in the east harvested yet? What are you going to do if the thieves do the baking?

"That's right, but nothing your mother-in-law will ever go!

The contentious voice of a middle-aged woman like a grandmother and daughter-in-law of a grocery store arrives here. They're both amazing swordscreens.

A baking job is a military operation that only ignites a field...

I see. Wasn't Grandma wasted a lot of blood, was she worried about the field? I think this very claim that the field should be struck out before it is vandalized does indeed make sense. But there's something about Baili in your daughter-in-law's claim that Grandma doesn't need to go herself.

I called my grandmother out loud.

"Auntie at the grocery store, it's all right now! To the woods, me and Gore are on our way! Please evacuate with your family to the assembly center."

At this moment, the foster families, who were evacuating from the square to the back of the inside, turned together.

"So, Mr. Nemaki, are you going to ambush the bandits single-handedly?!?"

"I see you intend to destroy them with relentless pre-emptive attacks"

"But if I did, I wouldn't call it a one-horse race... I also hear that Teacher Tete was quite a pig warrior when he was young, but the temper of your apprentice Nemaki may be more than that after a moment..."

Hey, wait a minute. Right now, I feel like there was a noisy word flying around that was just a surprise attack and annihilation.

Besides, everyone misunderstands, I'm not the one who apprenticed to Baba!

"Um, guys, wait. I am not going to fight, but to seek a peaceful solution to the dispute through discussion..."

I hastily tried to solve the misunderstanding, but you're all thrilled and haven't heard at all.

And, at this time, the grandmother of the grocery store raised her voice that seemed worried.

"Is Nemakibo going alone? That's dangerous. Oh."

Everyone in the room is in tune with this statement.

"Exactly. Though Mr. Nemaki, you alone do not know what will happen. Accompany the young people inside who can use the fast-paced golem."

"Oh, I sure like that"

"But Mr. Nemaki's fuselage is very fast. How many young people are likely to be able to accompany and collaborate?"

"Is it the eldest son at Marg's and Seth who seems to be able to keep up? Sailen's daughter would be able to, but she can't have the front defense off her..."

"There are other good arms, but there's still a difference in the speed of the fuselage"

You are all starting to talk to each other.

Apparently, he's trying to show me who I am and put on a companion. I appreciate the feeling, and I'm actually reliable, but......

"If Nemakibo gets hurt, why don't we follow Baba?"

Look at that! I knew it!

With this flow, you've decided you want to come to Grandma!

I'm not kidding. If this bloody grandmother comes along, we won't even be able to wrap up the whole bargain.

"Wait, gentlemen!

I screamed out loud.

The gaze of everyone around us converges on this one.

I had a powerful grin to give everyone peace of mind.

"… - It's okay. I'll clean up (the negotiations) by myself."

The inmates, who opened their eyes, breathed in unison.

It's all solidified.

So what the hell is that reaction?

"Oh, you know, Mr. Nemaki. I'd like to ask you one favor..."

One middle-aged man opened his mouth in silent foster care.

I wonder what a favor is. Would you like me to attach even favourable conditions when negotiating?

"What is it? If it's possible, of course."

"Yes, I would like to conduct an investigation to check the presence or absence of my companions against the thief. It would be helpful if we could at least not kill them all and have one or so left in breath."

What the hell is that request?

Is that supposed to be me killing all the suspects!?

What the hell do you think I am!

Nevertheless, there seems to be no further word from the foster family.

It's convenient. Let's just get out of here. I have a lot to say to the old man who treated me badly, but now I'm behind on that. If we come back with a successful discussion, we can solve all the misunderstandings.

I twisted my heels back and tried to twist the main entrance alongside Gore.

"Nemaki Boy!

From behind, there was a call from Grandma at the grocery store.

"? What is it?

The moment I looked back, she threw something at me.

Flying, some kind of yellow, round object.

All of a sudden, I had a slight delay in my response. But instead, Gore took it with one hand.

Gore's brilliant catch boils down from the surroundings.

That's Mr. Nemaki, I heard voices from all over. No, no, I don't care what you think. It would have been amazing right now, though.

I saw a small round object, gripped by Gore's palm.

A familiar, light yellow pear-like fruit.

This is Dew Pear.

Grandma at the grocery store slowly opened her mouth to me looking at the dew pears.

"Nemaki Boy, if you think you're in danger on the way, you can throw out the bandits. Yes. Just leave right now. There's nothing Nemaki can do alone, but if we work together inside, we can get rid of the thieves."

She goes on to say more.

"It's not the best way to be hungry than that.... When you're hungry, eat those pears and be sure to come back to Baba and everyone."

"... ok"

I don't think I'll be hungry that soon.

I had a stick cake earlier.

I kind of feel like I'm totally hungry from the old ladies inside. Actually, I only eat in the crowd...

"It's okay. You'll be back by dinner."

I lifted a dew pear and smiled at my grandmother and waved gently.

------

Thus me and Gore set out inside.

The two of us walk friendly and travel to the woods on the eastern slope.

Through long field roads, up sparse shrubs and bushy slopes of grass......

By the time we finally arrived at the forest entrance, a considerable amount of time had passed.

I came up the slope without a break, so I'm a little, tired.

In front of you, there is a sea of depressed green trees.

Are there any suspicious people in question here?

The opponent may already be quite close.

Before stepping into the woods, I was somewhat concerned and looked back at the view behind me.

This is on the slope, so the altitude is slightly higher than the inside.

The panorama inside the golem is well seen in the distance.

A large settlement, shaping a circle at the foot of the Siddle Mountains.

If you look at the whole thing from afar again, it's a very beautiful place, in harmony with nature and the artefacts.

Inside the Golem, all but the north are surrounded by vast fields.

Looking down from such a high position, it can be seen that those fields are subtly colorful and various types of crops are grown.

On the south side of the inside, in other words in the direction of the main entrance, the fields that have already been pruned are spread out.

Inside, he used all of that large compartment to grow staple wheat.

Apparently, the harvest was made while we were traveling to the clan capital. It continued to be sunny, and I guess it was good weather for the harvest.

The sight of the golems inside mowing in total must be spectacular.

You wanted to take a look.

Along the slopes of the mountain on the north side of the inside, a small shelf can also be seen.

Over there, they do rice cultivation using spring water. I was given a tour once, but I also cultivated something like wasabi next door. Maybe it's not wasabi.

This is why there are paddies in this area, but the area is just not huge. The yield also seems to be to the extent that it can be easily self-sufficient.

Nevertheless, since this world is developed with distribution networks, whether you are making your own inside or not has much to do with whether you will be on the table or not.

If we don't have enough rice, we just have to get it from somewhere else.

Like fish, shrimp, or crab.

Return your gaze to the woods while giving thought to white rice and puffy white fish.

Looking at the landscape now, I thought again. You can't risk that peaceful, beautiful place or the kind people who live there.

I'd be somewhat more dangerous myself, but I'm still not wrong about the option of going into the woods.

The forest in front of you is covered in deep greenery and dim darkness.

I took a slow, deep breath.

Well, from here on out, it's the negotiator's job.

"... All right, shall we go then? Gore."

My partner moved those long elf ears small so as to reply.

Deep red eyes, shimmering.

Oh. The gore one, looks a little excited.

That looks like a dog just before he played ball in the park for a long time.

This guy must be getting pretty depressed because he was bored at Acetu's house. Outreach, maybe he thinks he can play in the woods all he wants.

Hmmm......

But this time, my gorgeous negotiating technique is going to burst.

I'm sorry, but I don't think you're here, do you?