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

Spacious streets stretching straight west.

I wore a robe that looked fancy when I did it in brown, and I followed my noble looking partner when I did it in white, walking in the redsoil wilderness.

Similar views persist as always, but there seems to be no great distance from here to the “summary” of the original destination, the settlement.

It had been roughly two and a half hours since Goletaro's beautiful girl figuring out at her own risk and hurting me to be proud of her as a culturalist wept.

My partner has become the most beautiful elf golem in the world, but naturally, I am not the perverted gentleman of the Guissyrian sculpture mania, as this guy misunderstands.

Instead, he seems a little hesitant about walking in public with this guy who looks like he is. Well, everyone could fall in love with this guy. But I'm sure my neighbor will be mistaken for a pretty girl figure enthusiast......

Either way, in the last two and a half hours, I've already switched my mind completely.

My distance from my partner is also back to normal driving altogether.

Yes. I was a man who didn't judge animals by their appearance.

As a person, I was proud of that.

Until I found out about its brutality, even with those hateful and ugly monkeys, as cute monkeys, I was about to have a sincere friendship.

Oh, I didn't have to worry about anything.

From the beginning, the answer had already been decided.

I would never abandon this guy, even if he were a pretty girl figure. That's the same thing, even if this guy mistakes me for a gutty-loving muscle hobbyist perverted gentleman and it was a statue of matchy muscle mastery. Nothing changes.

No matter what you look like, no matter what anyone tells you, this guy is cute and hearty, he's my proud Goletaro.

Nevertheless, it was usually quite uncomfortable, as a person, to refer to Goletaro in this state as "Goletaro".

From this guy's current form, roughly from a sense of common sense, honestly, it's not even enough to have a name like a girly gorey. Wilhelmina or Margrethe...... No, rather, if you don't make it the name of gods like Aphrodite and Pushkay, you might get a protest.

But.

"Shall we pace up a little, Gore? We need to get to Samaritan before sundown."

Gore.

This was my personally acceptable, limit-critical compromise.

I used to call it "Gore" briefly, for example, during the original call.

Therefore, there is no slight discomfort.

Besides, this is just an abbreviation. This guy's real name on the registry is only "Goletaro".

Tell others, "What is the name of this golem?" If you look at me, I'm Goletaro, "he answers, straining his chest without hesitation. This is absolutely unmistakable, the lowest line of honorable naming parents.

And to be honest with you, if you don't give him a cheap rename and keep calling him by this name, when Gore himself gets tired of the pretty girl figure, he might get it back. Afterwards, it could transform me into a cool armored knight golem, which was my original goal.

There were, like, pale expectations.

In conclusion, despite the gentle repeated requests from me, Gore's striving to take off the pretty girl figure route after this was not hard.

On the contrary, whenever I'm then blinded by the cool golem that tickles the boy's heart the first time I go, this guy starts to pluck into fights. I felt so sad and hard over and over again about that.

Well, let's not talk about that now...

Well, I still told Gore about the goal of "arriving in the summary before sundown".

Actually, I think this would be achievable, as long as there is not so much to it.

Time taken to get out of the first basin onto the street. The number of days it takes from there to the diocese. In addition, due to the characteristics of some prominent terrain, the approximate map scale was grasped.

It was mainly after we arrived that we tried to improve the pace.

"If you don't arrive in the village early at some leisure, it may be difficult to negotiate accommodation. I'd love to sleep on the roof today if I could..."

Since leaving the basin, the wilderness has continued. I would have had the hand to spend the night in the diocese earlier today, but I was forced to flee because I flashly flaunted it.

I talked to him, so Gore walking diagonally backwards came across his shoulder to listen to the story.

It's the same trick as usual, but my partner changed his appearance, so those long ears touched my ears lightly. A little ticklish.

This guy's got a long ear...

Are people in this world, no way, all elves?

I've only seen white bone corpses, so I have no idea what's going on around them.

Because bones don't even tell the shape of your ears...

No, wait. Speaking of which, the Greek sculpture golems in the diocese were all normal ears. Isn't this a world with nothing but elves?

So, what? So this guy mistakenly assumed from my usual predisposition that I was not only a beautiful girl figure enthusiast, but also an elf ear fetish!? So, in the usual spirit of kindness and service, he got dressed like this!

I, again, was about to cry with regret.

But it's often true that even close understanders, when they have different races, make the wrong gift. Once upon a time, when I fell asleep with a cold, a worried breeding cat carried a sledge carcass on my pillow. Honestly, it was hard...... But, you know, he thought I'd be happy. So that's when I made the most happy look possible.

Then as a courteous person, I have one responsibility for Gore.

Besides, I don't hate elf ears.

"Those long ears, they're cute. I love you too."

- I never understood the shock and seriousness of Gore's remarks in his life until the end.

Because for me, it was a very normal feeling and gratitude.

It wasn't a statement after so much thought.

No, rather, it was light-hearted.

The next moment, a tremendously explosive vortex of emotion pounded at me in one piece.

What is this?

This emotion, which pushes me like a fury, is close to joy, no, - ecstasy.

It was rare that strong emotions that seemed to belong to this guy poured into me since I generated Gore.

But I've never had anything this size before.

I've been feeling conspicuous about the turbulent flux of emotions flowing into my head.

Shit, I can burn my brain.

Oh, something doesn't seem right anymore...

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I could see a woman with long hair, sitting on a big rock in the woods, in a woody consciousness.

Around us, the sun and darkness stand in darkness.

I don't see him clearly because of it.

When she looks at me, she seems to be talking about something all her life.

But the sound of the surrounding wind was terrible and not well heard in my ears.

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When I opened my eyes, I saw blue eyes peering in worried.

Hmm? Blue eyes......?

I jumped.

There was a gore in front of me. Every time, but my face is close.

He seemed to be holding me pitifully faint.

Still a good one.

Gore's eyes, of course, are red.

Whoa!? Look at this up close. This guy has long eyelashes. What's going on here?

No, that's fine. Who was the lord of those eyes earlier?

In the first place, why was I fainting on a street like this?

There is only one truth these questions point to.

And I knew the answer.

Yes, that is. Perhaps my nerves were extremely debilitated by a series of stresses caused by drastic environmental changes...

I need some rest.

We rushed to the desired settlement, Samaritan, to get some rest in a safe place.

My plans were drastically crazy because I was falling, and the day was already tilting.

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"Is this... a summary...? Oh no..."

I was out of line.

I wore it before the sunset, a settlement that seems to be a summary.

No, to be precise, it's probably a settlement “trail”.

I think there are about 100 houses, settlement summary.

Simple wooden houses line up. It is a settlement that feels like a pre-epochal rural area.

But there are no people.

There are only abandoned houses in reddish and dead land.

The wide flatlands around are probably traces of fields.

I tried going around a few houses, but they're still deserted.

Some furniture, etc. remained, but unlike in the lair of the example summoner Lübeu Zailain, in the houses of this village it appeared that a great deal of luggage was being carried away.

Have the residents moved?

Walking amongst the houses that stand on a desolate earth, it feels as if they have strayed into the world of Western drama as well.

I wasn't expecting this situation at all.

I thought it was strange not to be like anyone on the street, and most importantly, the monkeys are too strong. It's no longer the size of a gorilla. Ordinary mankind would surely be killed.

If it weren't for my partner Gore, I wouldn't be here for sure.

Anyway, I only have a helpless Special Attack (NTR) for physical attacks and an introductory magic (Pebble Generation) that is too big and useless. It is already, surely, the food of monkeys.

I already feel rather suspicious that I am the Demon King of Destruction.

One way or another, it is more of a "demon king of the hippos of the Golem”.

- Yes, it is. I was depressed and starting to feel weak.

Even though I expected it, when I saw it like this, it was still tough.

Nevertheless, it is my virtue to switch quickly.

Looking for a sparsely damaged empty house to rest there early tonight, I reconsidered.

If we keep going west, there would have been settlements ahead of Samari, and there would have been a big city.

All you have to do is reconsider the map and redo the plan.

Now that we know the scale of the map, we should be able to calculate the exact number of days required.

Fortunately, there is still considerable room for supplies.

Second, I noticed that Gore's gaze was pointed a little farther over my shoulder.

This is when this guy discovers something or is on guard.

The change in Gore's gaze is pretty easy to understand.

This guy is looking at me all he can, especially when he has nothing to do.

My face isn't facing me like this when I notice something unusual.

In short, when Gore gets a little out of sight of me, there's a monkey largely hiding in the blind spot on that straight line.

I got up.

The sun has already fallen for the most part, and the area is dim.

It's my first experience with monkeys at a time like this.

They usually don't come out after the evening. Probably going back to the nest hole to avoid the cold.

Slightly more alert, I threw my gaze in the direction Gore's face was facing, too.

But there were no monkeys there.

At the end of my gaze, oh my God, there's one house with the lights leaking.

No way. I didn't realize.

No, well. The setting of the sun made it clear that the lights were leaking from the house.

I headed to that window-light house while I suppressed my feelings of deviation.

In front of the front door, check lightly for familiarity.

It could be a first contact with a different world.

First impressions are important. Anyway, I'm just not very eye-catching.

Lightly set your hair with your hands and pay off the dust of your clothes.

All right, I'm good with this.

With that, Gore...

"... well, you're not as bad of a person as I am, and I guess it's okay to stay that way"

For once, I gently set my partner's hair. I honestly don't think it's necessary, but I can't help but offer my head like this.

When I fluttered the sarcastic forehead, I could see the forehead tattoo.

I'm relieved this is the only place that stays the same all the time.

Even so, what the hell is going on with this guy's hair??

No, there was a more important case than that now.

I stood in front of the door of the house and took a deep breath.

Honestly, it takes a lot of courage to confirm the end of this door.

According to my knowledge of the other world, you are quite likely to encounter a white bone corpse ahead of you.

Just because the lights are on doesn't mean there are people out there in the other world. Rather, in my experience, what a 100% chance there are white bone corpses in places where the lights are on in different worlds right now.

I made up my mind and knocked on the door.

Good afternoon, and the hard sound of knocking on the door echoes in a deserted settlement.

The silence surrounds me.

Again, white bone corpse...... When I thought so.

"Yes, yes, which one is it?

What a normal front door gushing open and people coming out of it.

I haven't whiteboned it. Human. Alive. I breathe properly.

He's a skinny man with round glasses.

The first living person I encountered in another world.

It wasn't a beautiful girl, it wasn't a beautiful sister - she felt tired, she was a middle-aged uncle.