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

I slowly woke up from bed and watched the golem in front of me.

The pure white golem, named Goletaro, stands quietly beside the bed.

When does the word make sense?

"Hey. Goletaro"

Oh, I turned around properly. Sounds like you know the language.

Then I have to introduce myself.

The first greeting is important.

"Thanks for the hug, Goletaro. Regards from now on. My name is..."

What's my name?

My, name, is...

stiff.

I just realized the terrible fact that I can't keep up with my thoughts.

"... - What's my name?

I didn't know my name.

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On the bed.

I looked at myself in a strangely less transparent window.

There is a young man figure.

Yeah, it's the face of a young man with a promising future ahead of me.

There is some blindness, though.

The only way to get through that kind of birth element is with a smile.

I'm a man who strives in a given card.

I grew up in a very common Japanese household... should be.

I'm not sure.

When it comes to family relationships and stuff, it gets very faint, I remember.

Or now, even if they say, "Your dad's actually Italian," I'm going to honestly believe you...

You're a serious reading college student.

I think it's time we stopped going to the hospital.

No, wait. Are we done with the hospital trial? So I'm a graduate student?

Hmm......?? This is not good.

It is very vague, even to the information that defines the most recent self….

Since when...?

Honestly, I haven't had a chance to check my own information since I came to this world.

Because there was nobody but me.

By the time I met Goletaro, all I had encountered were white bone corpses and insects.

Without involvement with others, there's basically not much for me, such as the need for self-analysis.

'Cause, right? In me, I'm always me!?

I didn't even suspect that in desperately dealing with the flashy change of circumstances in this world.

No, but.

As a matter of fact, by the time we got here, the discomfort of this symptom, which should also be called one scale, had already been hidden from view several times.

When I first got here, I never thought I was coming to another world. So I was going to ask my family to come by for help if I could only calculate the contact. Nonetheless, I wasn't even thinking about my family's face or appearance at all at that time.

Now that I think about it, he said he did it when he generated Goletaro. As a relationship I'm looking for in the Golem, I came up with it first, asshole, but a little dependable, that dog. But I didn't remember his name then.

Come to think of it, is it also because of the unnaturally thin obsession with the original world in me, even though I feel thrown out by a world I don't even know how to look at like this, and even the crisis of life...?

Little discomforts that I had completely overlooked in the dizzying and changing reality.

But those discomforts probably all point to one fact.

- Yes, I've already been in a state where I don't know my name and family since shortly after the summons.

The name of the summoner Lübeu Zailaine has been on my mind for some time now.

What's wrong with this guy?

It seems that he was manipulating me for the ruin of this world, and to be honest, there were too many verses that bothered me to ignore.

The worst memory-wrecking & personality-overriding immediate-death spell (Soul Transcription) was the one that I avoided critically, but I was stunningly hooked up with the one like hypnosis from the previous stage until halfway through. Weren't those summoning sorcerers planted with something else yet?

When I think about the possibility of being messed with in my head, it's also puzzling that I understand the language of this world. What's in it for the Zailain bastards in the first place, this? I guess the memories were meant to be overwritten and erased anyway? Speaking of benefits, the very benefits of me forgetting myself, my family and my dog's name are also mysterious. Especially a dog or something. You never mean this......

Seriously...... I don't know......

But being quick to switch heads was one of my virtues.

Honestly, in my current situation in this world, I can't afford to be bothered about the name right now.

If you're bluffing, you're going to die.

I was so unconsciously obsessed with golem play in love, but it's not good if you don't put your back into basin escape. Food is not infinite.

Maybe he's just temporarily suffering from mild amnesia due to the shock of the subpoena.

No, it seems more likely that way...?

In the meantime, for the purpose of confirming my memory, I decided to tell Goletaro a lot of stories about the original world.

I'm going to talk to people because it's pretty effective at organizing my own head.

I started talking quietly to Goletaro by the bed.

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"... so it seems that when I realized it, I was coming to this world. The rest of that time, now, there's nothing left but those lousy pyjamas."

Goletaro is listening to me. It was a mystery if I understood the straight story, but when I talked about the nasty pyjamas now, I turned my head a bit toward the pyjamas.

After understanding the contents, he seemed to listen seriously. He's a really good guy.

And while I've been telling Goletaro a lot about the original world, I've learned a lot about the lack of self-memory.

After all, it doesn't mean I can't remember all the human names.

Only those who are close to themselves can remember. That too, the closer you get to it, the less memory you have. I can't remember my name, my face... and in turn.

Horribly, when we come to the level of our parents and brothers, our existence becomes so obscure that we don't even know if we're honest or not.

Conversely, you can easily remember when you become a prime minister or entertainer or something.

And then again, the dog doesn't even know the name of the dog.

I usually remember famous dogs and loyal dogs.

No, I had a cat at my parents' house, but I can't remember his name either. What the hell is this rare phenomenon?

Historical greats, for example, seem almost perfect.

Goletaro didn't abandon me when the conversation went off the line and somehow started explaining Tokugawa Jiayang, and he listened to me seriously. Too good a guy. I mean, it's super serious. You like home health so much? No, wait, your face is a little too close.

The proximity of his face reminds me that a mysterious pattern is made around Goletaro's face forehead.

It's not that noticeable, it's not that complicated of a pattern. It also looks like a letter, like a reverse triangle.

I have never carved a pattern like this when producing a vegetarian body.

So I think maybe it came with it at startup.

Goletaro was lightly bored as he jerked around his forehead trying to find out the tattoo.

Oh, you look like a dog when you're facial molested. This reaction!

Funny enough, I rammed Goletaro's head around like a dog.

"Haha, you're surprised, your head!

Because it's my ability to shape.

I guess I couldn't smooth it out, I want you to give me a break.

Somehow I was feeling brighter.

Body weakness is only fading. It seems impossible to walk around yet.

After all, it's good to have someone to listen to.