Kawaranu Mono ＜Kirameki no Gōremu＞

I will be a golem.

Not a receptionist sits in front of me, but an old man with a strong face. I was brought to the back room for some reason because of the noise. And as I sat in the chair and waited, my old man came and sat in front of me.

The old man will look at me cursorily. I'm thrilled to be sneaky appraised at times like this, but I can't hear the world saying I've been appraised. I don't seem to know the kind of manners to appraise on my own. A little impressed.

Finally, my old man calls to me.

Golem, what are you doing here? There's no sign of Tamer, no sign of his obedience. You want to be an adventurer? "

Oh, this old man seems pretty good at talking. I nodded. The old man, a little surprised by how that looks, confirms further.

"Hmm, you want to be an adventurer?"

I snort even more. The old man thinks of something with his hand on his chin.

"Golem, have you been in Zaicarta for a while?"

Uh-huh? I wonder why things suddenly come up here about the Zaicarta continent. It's pretty far away, and I've been pretty covert over there. I kind of wonder how I should answer this question.

As I watched my confusion, "Hum," the old man stood up and went out the door. And after a while, he came into the room again with the receptionist. This receptionist is a kid who was told to be a seagull or something. I'm putting something in a basin. And the old man got to his seat again.

"Golem, I can't register you as an adventurer"

Hey, why not? Wouldn't you be an adventurer regardless of race!?

I protest with a gesture of desperation! I desperately appeal to the Golem to be an adventurer too!

Seeing how I panicked, my old man seems to give me an explanation.

"No, demons can't register adventurers. The demons registered to the Alliance are treated as Tamer's submissors. So, the demon alone, you, the golem? You can't make the Golem an adventurer."

Oh, my God!? No matter how far I go, I'm going to be a monster!? Why, does this adorable metal body look bad!? It's sparkling, and it's shiny or something! Look closely, old man!!

{Log: The effects of [Enlightenment Thing] have resolved the upset state}

Ha, but to me dropping my shoulders like that. My old man has at least made a suggestion that feels like a pity.

"I can't register the Golem as an adventurer, but I'll only give you the sign of an obedient demon so you don't get into trouble with the adventurers like this one. If you put that on, the adventurer won't be able to help you."

Obedient demon's mark. I'm not following anyone else, and you don't want anyone to tie me up. The old man continues to speak to me, showing his troubled sleigh.

"It's not like I'm tying you up, even if I mark you as an obedient devil. For once, it's a magic trick, but without an admitted master, it's just a decoration."

That's what I said, and the receptionist takes the sign of his obedience and gives it to me. Um, I think it's okay to peddle the old man's words, but I also thought it would be troublesome to get tangled up by adventurers, and I put the sign of my obedience on my left hand. I was not ruled by Tin, king of dominion. You won't be ruled by something like this.

The sign of the submissive devil on my left wrist glowed and disappeared with the sound of shoo. I just thought, oh, again, it seemed like a shocking scene to the old man in front of me and the receptionist. I have my eyes wide open. Looks like I can't equip myself with magic props after all. Can't it just be like wearing it all the time, I'm not sure.

Now, thinking about what was going on with the old man and the three receptionists, the receptionist said, "Oh, yeah!" and left the room. I wonder what flashed. I didn't think you were the kind of kid I could work with, but maybe I could show you out.

Back in the room, the receptionist brought a wristband, brush and bottle of black rubber-like material. The old man asks the question, "What is it?" I want to hear it, too. What are you gonna do with it?

The receptionist excellently laughed "hehe," putting something white painty on the brush and writing something a little more on the black rubber. I can't read what it says to me. But I somehow know you're not very good. When I look at the old man's face, he's a little tanned. The receptionist gave me a good explanation.

"If you put this on Mr. Golem, no one will attack you! It's not a magic trick like the sign of an obedient demon, but if you put this on, you'll know it's not dangerous!"

What confidence! And this drive! Maybe this receptionist is still a good girl!

I received a wristband from the receptionist and put it on my left wrist. Oh, it won't go away this time! If it wasn't a magic prop, would it be okay, I see?

The receptionist smiles good and gives me a thumbs up. I give the receptionist a thumbs up a lot too. When I saw him, the old man nodded one person, "Well, okay".

The receptionist also sat beside the old man and started giving me explanations.

"Mr. Golem can't register as an adventurer, so he can't give you a dungeon card. So don't explain the dungeon card, let me explain the labyrinth."

I thought I was a little concerned about the dungeon card, but I broke it off when I asked about what I couldn't get, and I nodded so I could talk ahead.

"There are a number of labyrinths around here, called dungeons. Basically, we don't need permission to enter the labyrinth."

Oh, my God, don't you need permission? Heh, so you're glad you came in on your own. You don't have to be an adventurer. Yet this receptionist has a big chest. After all, I guess you should have some color because you deal with guys like adventurers and stuff. If you show me a chill in the valley of your chest, I guess there are a lot of adventurers out there who will ask me what a chill is. But I couldn't be fooled by such a valley of breasts, so I looked at my breasts and thought.

"Mr. Golem! Mr. Golem, were you listening to me?"

That. At some point I was done explaining. Oh, my God, I didn't expect the explanation to be over while I was circling my thoughts about the receptionist's chest. I don't think so, but this receptionist, can you manipulate the time!? Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! Guild receptionist.

The receptionist talks to me as I get a little half-eyed.

"Finished explaining from me, do you have any questions?"

Um, I couldn't possibly ask questions or anything because I hadn't heard the explanation. I shook my neck to the left and right, saying I had nothing to ask. And he left the guild.

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In one of the guild rooms after the golem left, Guildmaster Gamongas and the receptionist's cameo remained to talk.

"Hey, camo. Oh, my God, that wristband's [Safe and secure! Good golem!]"

"What, I wrote it to tell people around me that there's no danger, couldn't you? Mr. Golem was delighted."

"Hmm, you didn't know what that golem said, did you?"

"Really? But he seemed satisfied."

"Well, yeah"

Camome hit Gamongas with his own doubts.

"But, Guildmaster, isn't that golem really dangerous? It's an untamed demon. All of a sudden, I was surprised when they told me to bring the unregistered demon's mark."

"Hmm, but did you, did that golem look bad?"

The camouflage answers with a little thought.

"No, it didn't look like I'd do anything very bad. But he didn't seem to have heard the explanation for all my breasts."

"Oh, you were up there thinking about something extra"

Gamongas thinks a little and drops his voice and starts talking.

"As a matter of fact, quite a while ago, I was contacted by a guild in the King's Capital of the Kingdom of Videe on the continent of Zaicarta towards guilds around the world. I don't know. A silver golem showed up. So, unless it's hostile to that golem, they have nothing wrong with it. Instead, they took care of nobles who didn't grab their tails and couldn't get their hands on them, or wizards of the royal castle. There's been talk of restoring the church somehow."

Camome listens quietly to the story.

"So I heard from you guys that it was a guild, and I thought," No way. Then it looked like he was from Zaicarta. Instead of kicking him out badly, I thought I'd give him the sign of the devil and get him to spend some time in the labyrinth city and get the hell out. "

"That's what we talked about."

"Oh, it's only in the Guildmaster class that this information is coming through."

"Are you glad you shared that information with me?"

"Oh, I need it."

"Necessary, is it?"

Gamongas tells the camouflage with a firm look.

"Oh, cameo! I need you to help that golem not make a scene in the Alliance!"

"Yes!!? Oh no!? I can't!"

"No, camo. You can do it. The way you were thumbing up with Golem, it seemed like my heart was right in front of me! I'm sure you'll be fine!"

"No, that was on the spot, Nori. My heart."

On a reluctant seagull, Gammon Gas decided to cut the trump card. With the certainty that a cameo would be fine if you cut this bill.

"Camouflage, I'll give you two-thirds of the 30% that the Golem brings out of the labyrinth when he buys out items and demonic materials that are part of the Alliance. This is special."

"What!?"

"That golem seems pretty strong. From what I've heard from the Kingdom of Videe, he may have about 5, no 6 stars of power. That guy has it." "I'll do it! I will support Mr. Golem!"

Camouflage shows willingness by blocking the words of Gamongas.

"There can't be such a cute Mr. Golem as a bad demon! Watch as I contribute to the Alliance with splendid support!"

"Ooh. Good luck with that."

"Yes!!"

That said, the camouflage left the room very tenaciously. Then the cameo makes just about 10 stickers of the same contents and sticks them in front of the bulletin board of the guild, each counter.

That sticker reads, "[Safety and security! Good golem!] The silver golem is not a devil of detachment! I'm not an adventurer, but the receptionist cameo is in charge. No need for silver golems! Be aware that there are sanctions from your Alliance when dealing with a silver golem! From the receptionist cameo," he wrote.

Naturally, the part about sanctions from the guild was the arbitrariness of the camouflage, and there was no such authority. But Gammon Gas pretended not to see if this would reduce his temper.

But Gamongas will regret this day's judgment after a while.

For the fact that the Golem, contrary to the thoughts of Gamongas, has dwelt in a labyrinth city.

And for all the items that the Golem occasionally brings were huge sums of money.

The camouflage was very satisfied, but otherwise the accusations from the receptionist to Gamongas' judgment turned out tremendously, and Gamongas still doesn't know to see hell.