Life with my Little Sister

My name is Gwell.

The Red Lizard's golem master.

It's quite rare to call yourself a lizard and a magician.

If there is a balance in anything in the world and you are as good at your physical abilities as we or the Beast Nation, then for that matter, your magical qualities will be diminished, and those with strong magic powers like the Third Eye (Mitsumi) Nation - the Lunelup - often have fragile bodies.

Well, the magic of physical strengthening is also commonly used by people who can handle magic, so you can't be alarmed by melee warfare.

In my case, it was a 'specialty type'.

Even if it has magical qualities, it doesn't mean it can be used well. Bye.

People like Elves and Horns who use witchcraft naturally, but compared to the human race, my skill must have been inferior.

Well, it was more convenient than the guys who still couldn't use it at all.

I'm grateful to be able to get fire and water out as I please.

It was just a shame that I realized I was right.

I was on a family business trip to the city of the human race.

It's a trading city, with lots of non-human species.

Something to sell. Something to buy.

Those people are hissing, so, well, it's busy.

Money speaks more of things there than of race or identity.

The guy with the money says he's the greatest, the unique rules rule.

Well, commercial cities aren't just here, they're big and small, and maybe they are everywhere......

The only thing flashy is buying and selling. Even food and entertainment.

The life of us lizards sounds good when it comes to quality and rigidity, but at last it's an untapped and poor life.

So everything in my eyes was sparkling and unusual.

What kind of show develops is the privilege of people with warm Ft. Colo?

That's right.

What I saw was that show.

Nothing. I didn't go into the playhouse. I don't have that kind of money or time.

What kind of street art is that? At last, he was one of those people who behaved uncommonly on the street and made money.

I knew right away that he (...) was a mage with no big deal.

No, capably, should I call you a magician? Whatever it is, the harshness of skill was just as good as mine.

Hmm, what was that guy doing?

It was a clown play with a doll about 20 cm in size.

I mean, it's a puppet show.

The content is not interesting either.

Even the way it moves, it's not easy.

Maybe the quality of the doll isn't good, and you can't even look good.

Perhaps with his power, even a 20-centimeter doll was finally able to maintain it.

Puppet - that was his profession.

Finally, I'm a doll user.

The difference between a puppet and a golem master is the difference between a puppet and a golem as it is.

I have to move the doll in front of me.

Golem, on the other hand, gives instructions in advance.

Then, roughly, it moves me right.

Neither good movement nor interpretation of orders work well unless the master's arm is good.

I saw the art of the Heppo puppet,

"Well, you should move it automatically."

And he spoke to himself.

At that moment, in my head, I remember something sounding hazy.

When the magician has the proper propriety for himself, he says, as God has revealed, "This is it!" and the flash runs, "but in my case, this is exactly what it was.

Golem.

I was right about that. No, to 'only', yeah.

I was only fair to the Golem.

No other sorcery. It's the mountain of Sekiyama that I use in my everyday life, and I don't know if it's a war, but it's a bump.

Instead, however, it went perfectly well with the Golem.

These sorcerers are called special types. Specialized types can ensure an advantage over other people who can do the same thing, with less magic consumption, better exercise performance, or something.

In my case, it was' number '.

It seemed easy to give instructions to multiple golems.

I got hung up on the golem.

This is the only thing I can polish.

But when I typed it in, I faced many problems.

First of all, I don't have someone I can talk to about magic in general. Lizard magicians are rare in their very existence.

I can't even go out to the big city and be a gatekeeper. I can't pay tuition.

The way the golem was created was also completely hand-explored.

It's the most important thing for a magician to be able to visit a good Master.

Unfortunately, it wasn't even on me.

In the case of sorcery about the Golem, there is something important besides the qualities of the operator.

It's a constituent material.

There are quite a few ingredients to make a good golem, a strong golem.

Even blacksmiths, right?

No matter how good your arm is, it's about scumbag iron or copper on hand, you can't make a famous sword, and even a 'like sword' made of fine materials could break you.

Being a golem master, like a blacksmith, always turns to the question of 'obtaining materials'.

Anyway, I don't have any money.

So at all times, only a 'below the line' golem could be made.

Those days engraved me with 'hunger' for materials.

But those are just personal issues.

Five years after the start of the golem study, something more chopped up occurred close to me.

My clan, the Red Lizard, hit a bump.

That's the address.

We've been hunted down.

Why did that happen?

I got slapped.

We Red Lizards are strong. It's a Lizardman clan, the strongest.

However, there are two weaknesses.

One is that of the lizards, the most vulnerable to the cold.

That means there are restrictions on where you can live.

And the other thing is the weakest reproduction.

Even though the Red Lizard is strong, it's not invincible. Even immortality.

If it's a battle, the numbers will be reduced.

We were just finishing the big battle and at a time when the numbers were decreasing.

That's when the other lizards came in a coalition.

It's also a war path to climb into weakness, so I don't know how to say this, but as the same lizard, I'm more disappointed than angry. Well, it's true.

We were drastically reduced in numbers and driven away.

I guess the other tribes knew we'd get revenge if we boosted our strength.

He stubbornly pursued us.

Each time, the chasers killed him, but they have a lot of them.

Even if we can win locally, in total, we're pushed.

If I realized, there were four of us who could fight properly.

The only other injuries are female, old, and kid.

At last, when we were in a state of decline, a woman called out to us.

He was a strange guy.

He was dressed in a robe hiding his magic and seemed to be oblivious.

But I can see being a young woman. It's just the outside. I don't know my real age.

He looked like a human race, but his head was hidden, so there were horns, Rünelöp, and possibilities for elves.

"I need to talk to you."

Where and how did you find out?

The woman appeared in our hidden cave, where we continue to lose.

"What, are you chasing scumbags without that herd?"

I put up my utmost vanity and put my wand on the little shadow.

But this one, too, was hectic in a series of fights. I'm hungry, and most importantly, my means of combat - the golem was worn out, and I was aware that it wasn't enough as a force of war.

I'm fine, about the strength idiot Lagach.

I don't think this guy's gonna beat anybody in a pussy fight, but he can't beat hunger and cold. You won't be able to escape death just because it's the last order of death.

The unidentified woman chuckled.

It was not adorable, it had a strange colourful fragrance, but more than that, it was a grin that made me feel the creeps of incomprehensibility.

"Didn't you say you came because you talked to me? As a sign of not being an adversary, let's start with this."

The woman had a small box with jewelry.

When I opened it, incredibly, a miracle happened.

Food, drinks, medical supplies, clothing, and demonic stones appeared.

Everyone was watching. Not even that ragach.

"That guy...... Is that a different dimensional box?!?"

I knew a little box of magic right away.

But at the same time, I couldn't believe it.

Because a different dimensional box is a legendary relic that was lost a long time ago?

There is another space in the box through which you can carry a large amount of luggage.

They say that some things don't connect to another space, but some of the boxes themselves are completely alien.

Finally, there is a different dimensional box for "storage" and a box for "environmental storage".

Normally, well, except for storage.

However, environmental preservators say they can also grow special plants or replace freezers with cold snow and ice, but what a woman would have would be a small box for storage.

"... what are you going to do with this pile of luggage? You're here to show off."

"I'll give it to you. It's a sign of closeness."

What's that look on this woman's face?

Can I call this a smile?

It's frigid. Normally, I'd almost say "disappear" overnight.

But I can't replace my belly on my back.

Me and Lagach can stand it, but the rest of us won't keep it anymore.

I needed the Demon Stone of Fire, more than medicine than food.

We're called "Eating Fire and Heat," but that means food.

It shows that we cannot live without fire and heat resistance and the ability to maintain a constant or higher body temperature.

Conversely, it is resistant to heat. Even in a magma, you can fight.

What we have now is a dark, cold cave.

Everyone is gathered in the weak flames I put out by magic.

I knew there wasn't enough heat.

A demonic stone emitting fire or heat was needed to warm the body in this situation.

And among the things that the woman had put out of the boxes of different dimensions was the magic stone that shined red.

"In front of you...? Who the hell are you? Like a name, fuck you."

To take consciousness away from the demonic stone, I put up a void. 'I want this,' it would only be disadvantageous to be so enlightened.

No, he's probably been wasting his resistance since the beginning.

Because this is how you put it in front of us because you know we need it.

The woman bowed her head in a spare manner, knowing how my heart was moving like that.

"I apologize for this. I am a traveling sorcerer named Azi Dahaka."

Oh, frigid je......

Azi Dahaka!?

That's the name of the dragon. Definitely a fake name, though!

Or are you gonna tell me you're a dragon man!?

"Woman. What do you want?

Instead of me being irritated, Lagach asks.

It seems the same thing that the presence in front of me did not see in the lump of mercy that graces me in charity.

The woman laughs when she dulls.

And I said.

"I came to introduce you to a place of peace. Yeah, that's a lot farther north than here."

When I saw that smile, I thought.

I don't know what a demon is - it must be something like this, I guess.