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

Gore's right arm was lightly stuck.

To the point of clapping it out.

I thought it was something I couldn't manage to heal and stuck a cross section of my arms to each other, and the twitching began at that moment and the wound repaired in about 2 minutes.

"Gore, how's your body feeling?... is it going to work?

As I answered, Gore busted his hands small.

The stiffness of the movement has disappeared for a long time. Physical stiffness, which was terrible, seems to be coming off.

At this rate, we'll be able to move around soon.

Good.

I relieved myself.

In the unlikely event of any sequelae, it's just a matter of me caring for him.

Horrible though, the ancient dragon stone bullets.

The very principle that Gore fell into dysfunction in the first place, ignorant and ignorant, I don't know. But even a sturdy gore is such a prick. If I had touched the stone bullet directly, what the hell would have happened...

Well, before you touch it, the wind pressure will probably be the only ground beef.

"Gore, stay here for a while, wait like this for me. I'm just gonna check on the old man in Speria."

Old man, when I saw you on the cliff earlier, I felt even more worn out.

Looks like he's still in there, and I'm a little worried.

Old man, you'll be old enough.

When I walked out to the cliff on my own, behind me, there was a loud noise of stirring.

Turning around, Gore tried to follow me and fell down.

…………

Okay, I get it.

You just have to wait here until you can walk.

"Come on, come on."

I sat down next to Gore and once again looked over the destroyed earth around me.

It's terrible.

Immediately after the fall of the ancient earth dragon, the earthly temper is gradually fading.

But there's no way the destroyed ground is going back to normal.

The backpack that Gore had left on the ground, naturally, blew up without a trace.

The two of us worked together to make it all our lives...

The clothes and food that were inside, and my bible, Introduction to Magic, all died. Very sad.

Oh, an introduction to magic...... The learning trajectory between me and Dr. Emeritus... Oh, Zaylane? Who is it?

Anyway, the only thing I can say is that the sachet at hand with the valuables in it is safe is luck in misfortune. In the first place, we're talking about making money just fighting that monster and living it.

"But with very little food, you suddenly got ahead of yourself..."

I squealed the facts without thinking in particular.

It was far-fetched.

Gore sitting next to me became small and annoyed as soon as possible.

This guy felt responsible for leaving his backpack behind.

"!? Hey, no, hey, wait, you're not bad"

There's really nothing wrong with Gore.

In that situation, I couldn't help but think.

On the contrary, now that I think about it, I also feel like that time this guy left his back cage because I was forced to drag him into the rock shade while holding him.

…………

What do you mean?

It was totally my fault...

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The old man from Speria, after all, was sitting on a cliff.

When I say cliff, it's not what it was. Because of that ridiculously powerful stone bullet of ancient terrain dragons, the terrain was just decided and turned into a cliff.

When he sees us approaching, he raises one hand and makes a powerless smile.

There are a lot of abrasions, but the injury itself doesn't seem to be a big deal.

Nevertheless, the figure is a whole, tired old man at work.

Seems I've made it quite impossible.

"Hey...... haha. I'm glad you're both safe."

"Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Speria... I almost died."

Me waving back without force.

From the old man's point of view, I'd be just as terrible.

No, if you look closely, the complexion of the old man, who wasn't originally very good, is no longer close to earthy.

The sweat is also surprising.

I got worried.

From what I've seen, I don't think the trauma is that bad.

Should I recommend the old man for a precise liver test in the hospital?

"Um, Mr. Speria, I'm very pale. Are you okay......?

"Because I've used" Storm Cannonball "so much. Honestly, I'm fluffy and about to faint. But it's okay. I don't think it's going to be a problem if you stay put for a while."

I knew it was awesome, that wind magic.

Physically, an ancient earth dragon stone bullet that pushes against the right straight of Gore's full power by mass difference. And the last shot was extraordinary. I was pushing it back a few centimeters, though for a moment, that wind magic.

This guy may actually be a pretty amazing magician.

"Hang on, Mr. Speria, you were well safe. I thought I was caught in the first stone bullet and blew it up..."

No, I'm really glad you're okay. Seriously, I'm relieved.

"It was high-speed injection-based wind magic then, and we evaded it urgently in the opposite direction from Goletalu. Well, I did it unscrupulous, so you can see by the impact of the landing."

Has that made my clothes even more worn out because of the scratches?

Well, the clothes were originally badly torn. I've just torn it a little bit, but honestly, it's an error.

He was a grinning old Sparian, but a dark shadow fell on his face.

"After that, the ground dragon was even awkward. I've been hiding in the shadows of the rocks. I'm so sorry."

He looked at my face and muttered in disgrace.

"... I should have gotten you in for cover sooner. I'm sorry for what I did to you."

What are you talking about, this old man?

I'm an asshole.

"With that high-speed travel technique of yours, it would have been possible to escape alone while we were drawing the attention of the Grounddragon. Isn't that right?

I looked out the front at the tired, cut middle-aged magician's eyes.

And I reached out my right hand straight to him as I sat up.

"... but you've come to help. A truly courageous and respectable man."

I know.

There are only two types of people in this world who can risk their own lives for others.

It is with a savage warrior who is not afraid of death.

And only proud culturalists.

"Thank you so much. -“ Doctor "Speria."

He kept his eyes open and stared at my face.

Behind those eyes, various emotions seemed to come and go.

Eventually he slowly returned to his former serene expression and scratched his head with illumination.

And grip my offered right hand back firmly.

"Shit...... I'm not going to be able to do anything terrible to you."

I've known that since the beginning.

The teacher is a fine culturalist. You don't do anything terrible to me.

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"Hmm. That's not happening in Pebble Generation..."

I asked Dr. Speria about the change in size of Pebble Generation earlier.

This problem was considered to be a fairly important project in my use of witchcraft without breaking out.

If I know what caused the outburst and what to do about it, I might be able to use magic in the future. The teacher is probably a scholar on top of being a well-armed sorcerer, so he might know something.

His complexion was already gradually recovering.

"Normally, the size of the product is almost constant for each procedure. No matter how much magic you put into it, it doesn't get any bigger. Well, the influx of magic increases the mass and intensity."

Seriously.

Was there such a principle?

"Um, yeah...... In Nemaki's case, you'd be quick to imagine it in Goletalu. Perhaps that Goletalu, at the time of first producing the primitive body, is putting in a considerable amount of magic, but it's not turning out to be a huge golem, is it? If you want to make a big golem, you need to have another procedure to make a big golem."

I see. I'm just making it myself. It's easy to understand.

Sure it is.

Whereas the magic I put in by the beginners was appropriate and fragmented every time, the prototype golems and early gore were beautifully sized themselves in less than 2 meters, and were almost constant all the time.

By the way, when I was in Gore, I used a white luxury seemingly stone column, so I felt pretty tempered with the generation.

"Well, in the case of Goletalu, the immense amount of circulating magic put into it is probably more important in terms of performance than the strength of the primitive body itself. That said, I'm not specialized in this neighborhood either... that's a long way off the record"

After a light cough, Dr. Speria put back on the glasses that were falling off.

"... in short, yes. Massive sorcery can only be generated with advanced surgical formulas commensurate with it. If you made it according to the textbook, it will be the size of the textbook. That's the basics of magic."

Then why did the pebbles generated while reading the "Understanding Attributes" page of the late primer now become so huge?

"If it's possible, maybe you've used an introductory magic team."

Ah, the magic team.

I forgot. There it is, something like that!

Indeed, when understanding the attributes, I used the sorcery formations that were written in the primer.

"" Understanding attributes ”is, in short, like an examination, just to know if each attribute is suitable or not. So unlike normal witchcraft, people with low magic conversion rates for that attribute...... to put it bluntly, people who don't have much talent need to be successful without undermining the technique. If you can see that you have any talent for that attribute, then you can measure it accurately with a separate test."

I see. Was it an examination of that nature?

Even that sweet examination didn't unearth any talent at all other than earthly attributes, what the hell...

"So the introductory magic team of the example devised by the Zairian also incorporates, in principle, the effect of expanding the scale of the technique produced"

"So [Pebble Generation] became so huge..."

I was convinced, but Dr. Speria shook his head sideways with a nasty face.

Oh, no?

"It's impossible. What you would normally expect from an introductory magic team is a bottom-up success rate, which doesn't really make sense. It's only for increasing the scale of surgery from 0.9 to evaluable 1.0, and it's not for raising 1.0 to 2.0. The very idea of the sorcery is a very advanced, elaborately calculated, but, as you know, extremely simplistic, simple sorcery."

He cut the word there once.

And stare at my face like I'm guessing something.

"… but suppose someone with a non-standard total amount of magic and an attribute magic conversion rate that exceeds the theoretical maximum exists. Such an outbreak could happen. Well, this is, for instance..."

"- Bad kings that destroy the world, like they do in fairy tales."

"........................ Huh!

Stuck in words.

This is out of order.

Definitely, it's falling apart.

Sensei Speria realizes that my job is "King of Magic."

That's right. I've been using all the magic tricks and stuff!

I was already using Byung-boom.

It didn't work at all on the ancient dragon, so I was mucking and firing all over it.

It's probably been seen perfectly......

In the first place, it seems that the "NTR" I used when he covered for me was probably a form of magic guide in itself. We can no longer escape the word.

I didn't know Dr. Speria was going to mislead me into arresting you for preparing for world ruin...

I have no choice. Let's have the defense go gore.

He may not prove his innocence, but he certainly destroys the cages in the detention center.

Seeing me in silence, Dr. Speria continued with a bitter smile.

As if to teach bad students.

"Look, Nemaki. Satoshi, I don't even have to dare tell you... Today, the moves used in the battle against the ancient dragons should not be used in public in the future."

"Okay, I'll be careful. … thank you"

The teacher nodded silently with a smile.

"Now, as for the noisy fairy tale, here's where it ends. Let's take a break in the fire until the magic recovers for a while."

"Right, it's a boulder."

When I agreed, Dr. Speria started removing charcoal-like objects from the bag. He's a well-prepared man.

Still, that shoulder bag has everything in it. It's like a magic bag.

Soil was served on the ground, and charcoal was assembled inside.

"... that's it," he said. All you have to do is light a fire. "

Whoa, a fire.

But it's a fire attribute spare. You must be out of magic.

I mean, you can't use fire magic right now.

Moreover, igniting charcoal is quite a difficult task.

There's no way to light firewood in a fireplace.

Hmm. So it's our partner's turn here.

Come on, it's Gore! Look, my earthly attribute is the strongest fire!

And yield, all the indolent and incompetent fire magic that becomes unusable when magic runs out!

"Dr. Speria will be out of magic. Here's a fire in our Gore..."

"Hmm? I'm fine. Fire magic is very fuel-efficient."

He put his right hand up with a smile on his face and lit the charcoal in conversation with me.

The incineration burns beautifully.

"Become...!?"

It was an instant event.

A victory over the ancient dragon, the Demon Guide King trembled on his total defeat to the introductory magic of fire attributes.

Gore, sitting next to me, continued to stroke my back with tears.