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

I knew immediately where the prisoner was.

A crowd is formed on the side of the farm road close to the main entrance.

From what I've seen, inmates and magicians wildly surround the clan soldiers pulling captives.

On the hedge, a familiar brown golem's head pops out.

That's Debus' head.

The fact that I see my partner's him probably means Grandma Tete is in that crowd, too.

Among the wild horses in the herd, I tried to mix them up.

Fosters and magicians around me and Gore noticed the presence of us, and they went out of their way to empty the front of the hedge and let us go inside. Kind.

I gently bowed my head to all the kind folks and peered into the huge gap I had made in the hedge.

I see several men tied up on the street, drooling their necks "kobe" neatly.

I see, is that the prisoner you're talking about?

They are kind of strange looking people. A man wearing silver armor deformed to Beko Beko, a toothless man with swollen hair "Bempatsu" with his face like a balloon. Man in a short robe like a wet mouse, all covered in weird juice of green all over his body. A few other guys dressed like fallen martial artists who weren't there.

I think I saw their faces somewhere.

"Ah..."

Gore smashed it in the woods in the middle of the day, isn't that a worm?

You're lying, you were safe.

There's so much going on, I totally forgot I existed.

Or people other than rat men thought they were dead.

No, but wait. Right......

If you really think about it, I haven't actually confirmed their deaths. In the middle of the battle, I just felt like I was dead somehow when I saw a hundred pairs of soft shells (by some kind of cum) stick flashy in the vicinity of the guys who were stretching out on the ground and moss and dirt sand rose.

Besides, soon after that, I went back inside, and I was confused about these guys.

Right, these guys were safe then?

But nevertheless.

"I didn't know you were alive... What a lucky bunch..."

Unexpectedly, my voice was leaking out of my mouth.

But something strange happened at this moment. In response to my voice, the clan soldiers surrounding the prisoner turned this way simultaneously.

On a group of dozens, it was as if there had been a great wave.

Everybody's gaze is on me.

Huh? What, this reaction...?

When I was upset inside, I heard a voice I was used to hearing from the other side.

"Oh, it's Nemaki."

"Ah, Granny......"

The Lord of Voices is Grandma Tete. Behind it, there's Debus.

Unlike other people around her, the grandmother doesn't look particularly different. He went through the clan soldiers and came to my side.

And just like I usually do, I opened my mouth like I asked my child to grab me.

"I would have told you to escort the incineration of dead nettleworms. Are you done?

"Oh, if you're spider exorcised, you're safe. The sorcerers' club was too good for us."

Although I am a little concerned about the ambient air, my grandmother is in normal condition, so I returned it at the same condition.

"Right. Isn't it a good thing you're not here?"

"Well. That's true."

I nodded and remembered Rudow Purus, who was wasting his time with me during the incineration work.

"No, the Purus one was coming inside. I hear Demaraan's grandfather sent his disciples all the way here to support us."

"Oh, I know."

A grandmother who says so is a fed up expression as to why.

"Honey, you're an asshole twitch... I was asking for the help of a high-ranking fire magician to help me with worm control. And when you're that asshole, you send your own disciples in. His disciples only use golems, so I don't care how many of them come, but I have to take the place of Sayamako Kashi."

It is a terrible thing to say. Now Demaraan's grandfather can't even float.

"... you know, Granny. You're supposed to be here to help. There 'll be more, like, ways to put it."

"What's useless is useless, so there's nothing else to say."

"Yes, no, even if you are. Grandpa must have sent out his apprentice worried about you. Draw some of that tenderness."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? Hmm, I'm sorry if I'm dead. Assholes get contagious."

…………

Oh, yeah! Ha!!!

Damn, when I was this old lady, I'd say oh and here's what I'd say!

That's a social dictionary, but it's great when you're ostensibly grateful!

I was about to review some of the out-of-the-box cute spots because they looked slightly groovy shortly after I came back inside, but it turned out to be the usual Baba!

"Hey, I think. Is it possible that Grandma and Demaraan's grandfather aren't close enough to be responsible for more than half of them?

It was me pointing out on the top of the Buddha, but when it came to Grandma Tete herself, it was like a wind blowing out of something like that.

"I don't give a shit about Demaraan's asshole right now."

"Um..."

"More than that, Nemaki, about those prisoners you knocked down."

Grandma Tete pointed to a mouse man rolling on the side of the road.

"? What's wrong with those chimps"

"I'm not a dick about that face... You are a child..."

The old lady gave him a loud sigh of sigh after he gave him an awkward look for a moment.

"Ha... that's good. I'm going to run an investigation on those dickheads you're talking about. Would you like to be present? It's in your hands to catch him alive. Naturally, you have the right to participate."

"I see, an investigation..."

I just got a little worried.

Usually, it is an instant response that I would love to be present. There are many mysteries that concern them.

It is, but......

"I'm sorry, but I'll keep you away this time."

Oh, what a surprise.

"More than that, let me take a break somewhere. … no rest in the morning, it's just a snag"

Yes, it is. I was exhausted now.

It was a series of furious fights and moves, and extreme tensions, all the time for half a day. This is the first time I've had a long battle.

Besides, using the Magic Guided Radar in full open for a long time cuts nerves quite a bit. Maybe there's a problem with getting used to it, but it's still quite burdensome for me to keep exposed to that enormous stream of information.

To be clear, this stuff is just overwork.

You're barely even taking a break. I managed to have it with adrenaline secretion during the battle, but now that the battle is over, it's also about to be completely exhausted.

Please, give me time to rest.

It would be a big deal if I stayed with the long-distance investigation, etc. Isn't there a future in sight that exposes the worst ugliness of falling asleep in front of the captives and being gently accompanied by Gore?

Exactly, that's too embarrassing as a person!

"I'd like to participate in the interrogation (...) too, but I can't do this boredom"

"You have no choice... Then I'll do the torture (...), so you take your time off. Maybe I'll call you when I can do my errands later, so don't get too far from the main entrance."

"Ugh..."

I gave Grandma Tete one big stretch (yawn).

"Hey Nemaki, are you listening to me properly?

"Hmm? Yeah, I'm listening. I'm listening"

"You sleep in weird places and you don't catch a cold."

"Uh, yes, yes. All right, all right. I'll take care of it, Grandma."

I waved flickering with the empty reply and walked out alongside Gore towards the main entrance.

Naturally, I haven't listened very seriously to the content of my grandmother's story.

Gore and I walked loosely through the sides of the rat men.

I glimpse them flanking and glimpsing them.

The rat men seem to be wrapped around in a strange chain of purple, leaving them severely wounded just after the battle. Is that chain like some kind of magic trick?

At this point, I noticed me and looked up at them.

But he was simultaneously distracted by a terribly frightened look. If you look at them, they're all tending to rattle their teeth, shaking in small pieces with their blue faces.

……………

You don't have to be so frightened of anything...

And I realized there was something going on here.

"... that? Are these the only prisoners?

I looked around, but there's no human figure captured except the rat men.

Well, that's odd.

The enemy should have left more in bulk. Examples are the neighborhood nuisances who were riding around the inside on horses.

"Hey, Granny. What happened to the cavalry men? Maybe they don't have a lot of information, but they're worth investigating, too."

I just thought they all surrendered.

Assuming they escape into the woods, I don't even think they can escape from a horrible group of light golems, chased at horse-like speeds on top of which there are terrain interests and topsoil enemies.

If so, you don't think everyone in the crisp back beat them with a golem and slaughtered no one left?

Grandma Tete answered this question of mine with a bitter face.

"Oh, those guys on the horse. They're retarded, stupid people.... and fled north over the summit of Siddle to scatter the chaser."

"Eh."

I opened my eyes to her answer.

"Wait a minute, what is the summit of Siddle..."

Looking up north, the beautiful green mountain range rises there.

Though Gore hunted all over the other day with his middle belly as his starting point, naturally, that great Siddle Mountains cow wasn't extinct. Near the summit there is still the territory of the monstrous cows.

Moreover, that mountain cow is a mysterious creature that skilfully travels fast on the slopes of very poorly scaffolded mountains, as if they were goats.

On the feet of a horse, an animal on a plain, it is very impossible to escape.

From the top of the mountain far away, I felt like I heard a giant bull roar on the wind.

I prayed for the blessings of fashionable bandits whose names I didn't know.

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"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Slowly lower your hips in the shade by the wall.

There's no public around here, and it won't get in the way of everyone's work.

I removed the bag I had hung on my shoulder and placed it on the ground beside me.

He took off his dirty jacket in blood and dirt, and then he also took off his shoes. I haven't seen people anyway.

My legs are heavy as lead and swollen on my breasts.

After hiking up the slopes and through the woods, I did a ride on the unfamiliar golem and it's been a full battle ever since. Naturally, it is a natural consequence.

By taking off his shoes and throwing both feet to the ground, there is a sense of warm blood circulation twitching back around the calves and toes.

If you look at what's going on next door, Gore is sitting down so he can lean in.

She had picked up the shoes and bags I had taken off and carefully wiped them with cloth.

The black shoulder bag, which was slightly dirty with returning blood, is returning shiny.

"Thanks. That'll help, buddy..."

And I'm sorry for all the stripping and scattering.

And Gore's guy, my personal belongings really treat me dearly. One percent of that politeness and delicacy is fine, so if you assign it to someone else's possessions, it will make me feel less comfortable.

As I leaned over with Gore and watched her polish her bag, she was finally drowsiness attacked.

A gentle breeze from the south caresses her cheeks comfortably.

I closed my eyes quietly as I felt Gore's temperature next to me.

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Nearby, there were signs that people had moved.

"Mmm..."

I slowly opened my eyes.

In front of me, I have deep red eyes staring at me inadvertently.

Whoa!? Close to your face!

Oh, what the fuck...

Apparently, I was falling asleep.

Only a little western sky color is beginning to give a pale yellow flavour. Maybe he slept for an hour or two, wandering.

But I have no choice. 'Cause this pillow is too great for me to talk to you about not sleeping.

It's warm and soft, and this sleeping pillow that gently wraps your head around...

"What? A pillow...?

With his eyes still twisted, he snagged his pillow.

It is a very comfortable pillow that is silky smooth and as elastic and fleshy as it is when it comes to maiden skin.

Every time my fingers crawl, my white, soft pillow is cramped with some fright.

What the hell is this weird pillow?

"Oh, what. Was Gore giving me a knee pillow?"

If you look closely, Gore's head is also moving frighteningly as the pillow moves.

Speaking of which, her face, which was peeking in when she woke up, was the opposite of her usual orientation. Was it because you had knee pillows on me?

Such a gore is currently slightly shaking his body so desperately that he can do something with a slight glance at his back for some reason.

What are you doing, this guy?

But, well, these things happen all the time.

I abandoned my partner's bizarre behavior for now and got up from my knee pillow while rubbing my eyes.

When I finished stretching my back a lot, I noticed that there were people a little further away.

"... that? It's Jambila over there."

A red-haired young man is rounding his back and sitting across the implant.

Was the sign of someone who felt faint earlier his?

From what I've seen, the orange elephant doesn't seem to be with us. Speaking of which, I thought you said put it back in the barn for repair or something.

Jambila, who noticed my voice, turned this way and fluttered over.

Because of my mind, I look powerless in my footsteps.

"Ooh, Nemaki...... Hey, were you resting here, too? I'm sorry to interrupt..."

"No, I don't mind. Anyway, it was time to wake up. It tasted bad."

Besides, Gore, my sleep observation is alive, because he'll never wake me up in bed.

I woke up before I completely overslept, and I'd rather say I was saved.

"Well, that would have been nice..."

I don't know, I'm not energetic about Jambila.

You look pale and sneaky.

"You, what's wrong?

"Actually, I was in attendance at Grandma Tete's investigation just now... I feel a little sick along the way, trying to rest in an unpopular place...... Ugh, when I remember, I feel nauseous again..."

"Come on, are you okay? You fought all the time today, so maybe you got tired. I can't help it, you should rest for a while."

I slapped my left neighbor on the ground.

"Sit down for now."

"Sorry, pity...... That's sweet of you to say..."

Poor, weak-cut macho sat up to butt next to my left.

Having a crappy chat with Jambila, whose complexion came back afterwards, this time the tired looking acetu walked in on a bumpy.

I walked along with one corner, so this time I knew right away in big footsteps.

But neither acetu nor a single corner is feeling any better.

"Hey Acetu, is something wrong...?

As a matter of fact, the teacher told me, I was there to look into the prisoner.

"Oh, you're that pattern, too?

"My teacher tells me to watch how I do it for study... Brother, I'm at my limit..."

…………

Why are these guys taking this kind of mental damage in an investigation?

"Hmm. Well, if you don't feel comfortable, you should have skipped your studies once in a while"

I gently told the nagging boy.

"Besides, you can still break that old lady's words, right? You have something a little too serious..."

"Ugh, brother..."

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We sat in the shade of a tree with a new member with an acetu and a corner.

As we all relaxed and chatted, Gore took the dew pears out of the bag and cut them apart with a knife.

So I put a wooden dish with pears in the middle and turned it into a wasted snack.

Jambila and Acetu are grinning at the pears.

I casually put a slice in my mouth, too.

"Wow, what is this? Delicious…"

Unexpectedly, my voice was leaking.

Was the pear so delicious?

Plenty of fruit juice moisturizes the thirsty throat and mouth, and its concentrated strong sweetness seems to be the spring water of life creeping into the tired body. There is no other expression for sweet dew.

When I first ate this light yellow pear, I regarded the inner fruit of this other world as a sweet, child-friendly flavor with a lot of water and air.

But no. Wrong. That first real meal evaluation was a complete mistake.

I was decisively wrong about the essence of this fruit from a one-sided perspective.

If I were you right now, I'd understand. This sweet, watery strange pear is not for the gastronomers, who are swooping around in restaurant chairs.

In other words, all the flavors and properties of dew pears were for people who worked hard all day in the fields and woods, sweating a lot...

"There are many things I don't realize if culture and food don't actually look the same as the people who live there..."

While reflecting, I taste the stinging and otherworldly wonder pears.

Next to it, he eats the same pears that Jambila tends to eat. Flattening a few slices deliciously, he was reaching for more pears served in wood plates.

This muscle doesn't have any flair or crap at all.

You should also learn to taste and eat some more elegant acetu.

Nevertheless, the stock of dew pears itself is still quite good in the bag. In fact, it wouldn't be a bad hand to dispose of this opportunity to be eaten deliciously.

This kind of thing tastes better when we all eat cute.

"Hey Gore, more dew pears for you -"

When I tried to ask you to peel it off, I realized that Gore had already started cutting additional dew pears.

This high level of care and perfect foresight of what I say and do, that's right, buddy.

Gore uses a green knife to carefully peel the dew pear skin.

A beautiful radiant body made of metals from different worlds called mesels. The white fingertip movement that deals with it slips like a harp player.

"Gore's really good at peeling."

Leaking her honest thoughts, her long ears swayed happily small.

I picked up a wooden dish from Gore with a substitute pear and sliced it up.

Yeah, sweet and delicious.

With a good snack and a comfortable pillow nap, my strength and strength are recovering.

Having regained room in my heart as a culturalist who loved learning, I remembered something at this time.

"... right. I'm going to take a tour of the fertilizer production of everyone inside."

I turned this one around as Jambila cheered on the shadow and pear.

"Fertilizer is the one that makes field fattening out of bugs that were swarming at the front gate of the example? Why are you going to look at that?

"Why, doesn't that sound interesting? I've rarely had a chance to see it, and I thought it was interesting."

"Ahhh! I can't believe how hard it is to fatten up the countryside. You, Nemaki, are you really an Imperial scholar or something?"

Jambila is laughing at me for fun.

"Is that it? Did I say something that weird?

If you notice, even Acetu is looking at this one and smiling.

"Brother Nemaki is really intrigued by everything. Cute......"

As usual, the acetu boy is becoming the face of a gentle sister watching over a smiling elementary school student.

Or what? She said she was cute. That's crazy, what do you think?

What the hell is my majesty as an elder......

But here Acetu gave me a look that reminded me of something.

"... ah. Speaking of which, I was messing with you. Your brother might want to keep his face in the clan soldiers' quarters rather than at the site of the bug demolition."

"Am I going to the clan soldiers?

I wonder why I have to appear in such a place. Could it be that officers scold you because you've been too violent about everything?

I hate it...... I don't want to go. I wonder if it would be bullshit.

"You don't have to look so anxious, brother. I'm not always being coached or interviewed."

"But I have an important fertilizer tour..."

Even though I'm reluctant to say so, Acetu keeps talking in a casual manner with a smile on his face.

But the statement was completely diagonal to my expectations.

"Look, there's a lot of thieves your brother defeated this time. There was a huge mix of prize necks in there. Maybe it's time for a call for the prize collection process."

"What? Shit, the prize money...?

My mouth opened.

From the half-opened mouth, the almost eaten dew pear spills.

Gore's white hand sitting next to him took the shard gently.