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

"Look at that, Gore! This is" dead grass carrot. "

I put a carrot-like weed dug from the ground in front of me.

Small yellow carrots. The foliage is colored like dead grass.

Gore looks at me and the carrot with glittering eyes.

Probably a very strange otherworldly carrot! I think you're saying.

It's not some kind of carrot, I also feel like you're staring at me and my face all the time... Well, around there, it would be within a slight margin of error.

I left Tibala early in the morning and it was me and Gore walking west down the street, but I actually had something I couldn't help but try on my journey the whole time.

That's him.

It's this book called Edible Wild Grass, which I have in my hand now.

This is a book I bought at a bookstore in the city of Tibala, along with the example 'Golem Atlas'.

I've been nagging for so long, I finally couldn't stand it earlier, and I finally strayed south of the street. And at the foot of a hill a little further away, he was snorting in search of edible weeds.

By the way, it's not even dinner yet.

It's like when you're in elementary school just buying a new toy, it's sudden behavior.

But when we combine, basically I don't have the scratch. Gore won't try to stop me at all, no matter how stupid I am. She is just watching happily with tender eyes.

As a result of this continued glimmering with the drawings for about an hour, the first “edible wild grass” that was finally successfully harvested was this dead grass carrot. The color of the leaves is like dead grass and characteristic, so it was easy for me as a beginner to find them.

I read the book description that this yellow strange carrot gives a unique sweetness when boiled. Eating this will have a nourishing effect, he said, and will delight mainly as a sympathy for the sick and as a gift for pregnant women.

I'm not sick or pregnant, but I don't have a problem eating anything else.

I gathered dead branches from the vicinity that could become firewood.

He then sat on an affordable stone and began to prepare for cooking at short notice.

Quickly, remove the lunchbox and the watery sticky magic item from the bag.

This is called a droplet wand. It's a magic trick I got from a bald man.

As an example, for the grandfather of the wagon, there was a large amount of compensation that I had plucked from the Paisley Chamber of Commerce, but that gold took the form of a mountain split between the three of us due to the consideration of my kind grandfather.

But that's your grandfather's compensation. A poor bald man needs money, but as a proud culturalist, I can't imitate the old man's compensation from the side.

That's what I'm gonna waste if I don't want to receive the money. A bald face who no longer gave up on me like that offered me a compromise proposal to give him some of the bald shop merchandise that might help him survive, as a cash substitute.

Well, if it's about a bad stock of bald shop cheap toys, it's not a problem to get one. So this droplet cane is one of those magic props.

Speaking of magic props, this black leather shoulder bag that I'm using now was also a kind of magic prop. Something goes in there more than it looks, it's not heavy at all, and I thought it was weird.

This shoulder bag is a reproduction of several sorceries and is quite rare in a category that rarely appears on the market.

I asked bald people to look into it, and they're talking about at least the demonic prop characteristics of temporal attributes, so the information, what they put inside, may be hard to rot. By the way, it's not a dirt attribute, so it doesn't explode. Really good.

Also, this bag seems to consume more magic than it is just a magic item. The demonic props of the temporal attribute have a very long duration of effect, but just in case, baldness taught me to keep the occasional enchantment.

Dr. Speria was giving away valuable items at all costs. I'm beginning to think that maybe I should show my face properly to the Academy of Magic in Imperial Capital and say thank you again to Dr. Speria.

I can't say much about other people myself, but Dr. Speria really has a weak appetite... It feels exactly like a scholar-skinned person.

But that's it.

Lübeu Zailain's luxury robe, Dr. Speria's shoulder bag, and bald demon props….

Come to think of it, my gear is almost the back of the old men.

I'm feeling kind of subtle.

Okay. I'll get back on my mind and set up a water drop cane for the lunch box.

When magic could be applied to the cane, particles of water gathered for a moment at the tip, and large droplets of water poured into the lunch box.

Is there a 20ml or 30ml place with a single enchantment? It's not a big amount.

This is the first introductory magic of the water attribute, a magic prop that reproduces Water Droplet Generation. It is a magic that falls under the category of "pebble generation", as I say in my beloved earthly attributes.

Incidentally, magic props that reproduce Pebble Generation are not sold to the store. You're talking about what you're going to do with paying high bills on purpose and building a pebble that's going to collapse right away. That's not going to sell.

Very sad......

As I sighed, I magically cast a continuous drop cane.

A large number of droplets fell and the lunch box was quickly filled with water.

In fact, a small magic item of the type that reproduces this particular sorcery is considerably less efficient to consume magic than a man of aptitude would normally use that sorcery. Normal people who are not magicians don't use magic items continuously because they don't have a lot of magic in the first place. If you want to make plenty of water out of demon props, use a larger, more decent demon prop. No one makes water by shooting a cane in a row.

But once I was the king of demons, the total amount of magic was like an idiot.

It had nothing to do with the use of unscrupulous witchcraft like a less intelligent asshole.

I took out the dead grass carrot. Dropped the cane, drained the water in vain like an asshole, and washed the carrot whole.

Um, you dropped soil beautifully.

Next, peel the leaf part from the carrot. They say the leaves are not edible.

Hmm? If you look closely, this leaf, it's kind of shiny in shape, and I also feel subtly different from the drawings...? Well, it would be within a slight margin of error.

All right, next time we need to cut this carrot root.

"The Battle Axe of the Earth!

I generated a dirt battle axe.

Then activate the magic guide.

Mildly crush the stone arrows of a giant siege weapon. Cut off the crossbow golem arm gently. As he knocks down the trees with a whirlwind, he leaves the woods naked and advances.

A perfectly cut, pitch-black stained, demon king's hell axe appeared.

That, obviously both hand axes for killing, gently accompanied the right hand.

And throw the carrot in the air with your left hand.

I swung up my axe gently with a falling carrot.

The axe gripped in the right hand, the source of the spatial grasping ability elevated to a dimension beyond intelligence, is precisely orbital controlled in millimeters.

The battle axe rumbled like a black storm.

Ginseng in the fall, at a tremendous rate, is chopped up precisely.

Beautifully evenly cut carrots in the air.

Easy to eat diced carrots fall apart.

I made a tiny noise with Chappie, and everything fell into a lunchbox filled with water.

is an overwhelming axe judgment, where even the cook on that path falls naked

"- Phew, my earthly attribute magic guide is the strongest in the kitchen..."

If you throw it at the enemy in battle, it will do a great deal of damage in vain to your surroundings, this "Battle Axe of the Earth". Having worried about how to use it, I came up with a peaceful use of this guy as a cooking product. When flying, the "Battle Axe of the Earth" becomes difficult to control due to the addition of fierce lateral rotation, but is thus suitable to control at hand. When it comes to using blades on hand, cooking. Let's call it the idea of a culturalist who loves harmony.

Though, Gore is usually my favorite green knife, cutting all my food elegantly before me. So this axe (ONO) 's kitchen is my special ability to be impotent, which I never got the chance to use at all.

But, but. Now it's time for a surviving gentleman's, self-sufficient outdoor cooking.

It is a special, sacred, hobby time.

Only at this moment, no one can intervene in my cooking.

Shaggu is watching me, and Gore is watching me with warm eyes.

Water filled in the lunch box and carrots cut.

Okay, next time, we have to light the firewood.

That's where the firecracker comes in.

I took it out of my bag, set up a magic item like a red bar slice.

I had previously set fire to the example Selvé clan plaque to confirm its authenticity, but the magic wand used by bald men at that time is this firing wand.

This one can be considered the fire attribute version of the droplet cane. Reproduce the first introductory magic of the Fire Class, Fire Fire.

This introductory witchcraft called "Fire" is a bitter, memorable witchcraft that once inspired me to realize my lack of witchcraft talent when I was "understanding attributes”. Of my fire attribute complex, it can also be said to be the cause in the first place. However, if it was possible to use it, it could also be said to be a magic trick so convenient as to close my eyes to that point and have excess.

I set up a firecracker to light firewood, and I looked forward.

- Gore, who was preparing for the fire, was stiff when he saw the firing wand.

Gore stares at the firing wand I hold in my right hand to eat in.

Mirumi, her energy is gone, her ears are soaking up.

I froze while holding the firing wand.

Gore was proud of his work on the fire.

Of course I have the cause. During the Basin Hideout, I was having a hard time with fire magic because I couldn't use it. I was really happy the first time Gore did a good job on the fire. I didn't need a fire attribute! After hugging Gore as he said something like that, he surrounded the fire and danced with him. Since then, the fire has become one of the most important things this guy can do.

What do you mean...

I forgot to think about the pride of crap I want to try cooking for myself and how my partner feels when I'm blinded by the immediate convenience of the magic tools.

What a stupid person I am...

There's only one thing we have to do here.

I looked up and inhaled heavily.

"Wow! What the hell, you demon prop! There's no fire at all! It's a defective product! I knew it wasn't a bald shop item at all! Garbage, garbage, garbage!

I was wicked with an extremely clever act.

And he threw the firing wand into his bag.

"... Gore, will you fire me up? Sorry, I knew it had to be you."

I asked Gore politely.

Gore began the fire with great pleasure.

I don't even have ears anymore. It is shaking slightly happily. Good.

My partner is really good at fire.

I nodded small, staring at the flaming fire.

"... I still don't need a fire attribute."

Well, would it have been time for enough fire for dead grass carrots?

Now let's move on to your tasting time.

I put carrots stabbed with skewers in my mouth.

Mm, soft. The fire is coming through properly.

The palate is not bad.

But we were talking about the characteristic sweetness that comes out of simmering, but that's not how it works.

It seems rather tasteless and odorless.

No, my tongue feels tingly numb subtly......?

Does this mean it's hard?

I don't know what kind of carrot that is.

I finished my meal properly with my tongue drumming at the strange texture of mysterious carrots from different worlds.

"No, it was a really strange texture. But I can't. I don't want to eat it again."

I stood up whispering lightly to Gore.

No, I tried to get up.

Oh? I can't help you with your legs.

What, your muscle weakened?

Come to think of it, indeed, the past two weeks have been marked by a depraved life in which I played with even toddlers during the day and only fumbled with gore in bed at night. Is it impossible to have weak ankles......

Hmm? I feel like I'm getting paralyzed to the point of my hand.

Well, I dropped the skewer. Finally, come on, did you pee?

Or, I don't know, once in a while, I'm confused...

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Blurred and opened his eyes in a hazy consciousness.

The surrounding scenery flows backwards at tremendous speeds.

But it hardly shakes. Comfortable.

The wind seems strong there, but it's not too cold. The soft body that cuddles me is so warm.

I remember this feeling. Gore must be holding the princess.

I hate that because I'm embarrassed.

When I raised my gaze, I knew I had Gore's face.

But my eyes are bright blue.

Is this guy crying...

I don't know, maybe it's my fault, sorry......

I tried to stop Gore from crying and put my hand on her cheek.

But I can't help it. The lifted arm just touched Gore's face lightly, falling to exhaustion.

I lost consciousness again.

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Looks like I'm sitting on a big white rock in the deep woods.

Next door, a woman with long silver hair sat down.

The red headscarf with floral embroidery looks great on it.

The time is about dusk.

Red eyes like her burning red balls, brighter than a setting sunset. Such eyes, from time to time, narrow happily.

She's been talking to me all her life.

I think I have something very important to tell you.

I try to hear my voice, but the wind is strong.

But I feel like I'm about to hear it.

Almost there, I feel like I can hear you. Your voice.

The darkness is imminent.

The cold wind began to blow.

It's very cold here.

The shadow-dyed surrounding grass soared up and I closed my eyes unexpectedly.

Her voice swept away by the roaring wind.

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"You, too, have a hard time when your husband is like this."

"Well, but you can't help but fall in love with something. I remember myself too..."

In the midst of all this, there was a voice of someone who could not be heard in the distance.

Who the hell would that be? Who are you talking to......

I slowly opened my eyes.

It's a ceiling I've never seen.

And it's very low, a cloth ceiling. Is this a tent?

I got up slowly.

Something jumped at that moment with great momentum.

Oops!? What??

Oh, what the fuck...

Gore clings to my body with his upper body. Rarely have you seen my face. I can see Gore's beautiful tweezers.

You're kind of really, really desperate. Something tells me I don't want to let go for the rest of my life. What the hell is wrong with you?

…… Morning, Gore. "

And I noticed. Hi, it doesn't look like a good morning.

The sky visible from the gap between the entrances of the tent is dark.

Probably late at night now. Until dawn, there's still going to be time.

How long have I been asleep?

And what the hell is this situation? He is blanketed in a strange tent and clung like a baby to a messy gore.

I was on my way with Gore's back.

"Oh, finally woke up."

From the entrance to the tent, a man glanced at his face.

She's a tall old woman.

He has a slightly sharp eye.

He wears a big hat and clothes like ethnic costumes. It feels a little different than the clothes I've seen in this world.

My skin was brown, and my face was different from the people I've seen before.

Speaking of the overall impression, that's what it feels like to be a Native American.

Her voice sounds familiar. Well, the talk I heard earlier in my dreams apparently belonged to this old woman.

"Damn, I'm surprised. If you think the forest beast is going to make a scene, then the golem with the young man is running around in the woods like crazy, unscrupulous directions. That too, at a tremendous rate…"

- This was my meeting with Grandma Tete.

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"What the hell did you eat? From the symptoms, it looked like it hit some kind of poison."

We surrounded the fire outside the tent and drank herbal tea with this old man, Grandma Tete.

This herbal tea is a delicacy that Dr. Speria is proud of, which was left in the shoulder bag she received. Well, to be precise, I'm not sure if this guy is herbal either.

Smells good. This one was my beverage. Ever since the last cranberry apple I brought from the basin ran out, as my post-meal pleasure, I had a chill, always a little fry and drink. Thank you for your patience, and this old man also enjoyed it.

By the way, from the food in my hand earlier, I also behave like a meal to this old man. It's totally late at night in time, but it's like this guy was picking up a meal because of the noise we made.

And myself, because I was almost starving. It's as if you hadn't eaten in days. Potoffs with large quantities of molluscs of potatoes and vegetables were quite delicious.

Gore has been holding me in my arms ever since, never trying to leave me.

But from that badly disturbed state, it almost seems to have calmed down.

"Is it poison? Speaking of which, was it about eating dead grass carrots just before? I should have read and collected the book properly..."

"Dead Grass Ginseng?... you, let me see that book."

As Grandma Tete told me, I showed her the dead grass carrot page of "Edible Wild Grass". She stared at the drawings.

And he pointed to a painting of another plant that wasn't dead grass carrots.

"Isn't this the guy you ate?

There was a painting there of carrots very similar to dead grass carrots. But the shape of the leaves, unlike dead grass carrots, is gizzy.

"... Ah, this is it"

"Bullshit! This is a hanging carrot! If you eat it, it's a venomous carrot of instant death!

Hey, what?

Hanging carrots!? If you eat it, you say it's death!?

What an out-of-the-way instant death trap you're setting up, this' edible weed '!? In the first place, it's not edible weed at all. You, change the title to "If You Eat, You Die Wild Grass"!

What the hell is this fucking book! Return!!!

"To prevent accidental collection on purpose, it's a friendly book that explains the hanging carrot with a painting directly next to it and gives me attention. Why are you skipping the reading?

Hey, what?

Are you saying it was all because of my carelessness?!? Oh my God, I'm so sorry I doubted you, it's 'edible weed'...

"And you were really lucky. I didn't know you were alive eating that... Like dead grass carrots, did you usually boil them and eat them?

"Yes. I boiled the roots in water and ate a whole bottle,"

"Huh? I'm telling you I fell asleep. Then I'm not! I can't believe you killed 100 ice horn giant whales (icicle whales) with a whole carrot hanging.... For the most part, I think I just drank a very trace amount of the toxin stained from the broth and spit it out in shock. He's a really lucky man."

But Grandma Tete told me to keep roaring.

"No, are you rather unlucky... I can't believe you're soggy enough to attract a hanging carrot."

"Is it a rare carrot?

"It's not uncommon. The drawings are really discreet.... It's a rare species to discover one every few years, originally deep in the mountains. He said if you sell it, it'll be worth it for the rest of your life."

What!?

Am I going out of my way to eat such a golden tree and die like an asshole!

"Are you serious...... I've done a waste of time."

"Well, now there's nothing I can do about it. Give it up."

That's what I'm saying, old man. I only have a little over five pieces of gold right now. I'm a little nervous about the contents of your wallet.

Even so, I didn't expect such carrots to sell at a high price.

I wonder if it will also be herbal medicine. The poison is said to be a medicine.

"Being traded at a high price meant hanging carrots were plants that could be used for the ingredients of some kind of medicine?

"Well, it's not even a drug at all... Instead, say" Grenery Scorpion "for the poison that is purified from hanging carrots. On top of being completely tasteless and odorless, this guy reaches lethal levels in just one drop. Plus, the magic of detoxification didn't work."

That's what the old woman said, flaunting her face.

"... In short, most of the use is for poisoning the nobles. It's a ginseng that won't be used in any way."

What, just carrots abused by criminals?

You weren't a raw material for a different world wonder drug. I'm bored. Interested and willing to sell, I totally lost it.

"Yeah, right...... Then I'll eat it and handle it."

The old woman who heard this whine of mine looked like a shudder for a moment.

but suddenly laughed luxuriously and began to slap me on the back often.

"Ha ha! I see, I see! This guy is hilarious! Oh, hey, I think I'm starting to see the charm, too!

Stay. Hey, don't. Don't slap me.

Ouch, it hurts! What is this disrespectful old lady?

I mean, I've been wondering, but from earlier on, this old lady's been drinking a lot of stuff when she hangs around. What the hell are you drinking?

... That's where I noticed.

This old lady will boil her own herbal tea!

I checked a small container with tea leaves.

The contents were almost empty.

Ko, you Baba ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!!!

------

At night, Grandma Tete started cleaning up her tent handily.

Doesn't look like he lived here.

"Hey, Granny. What were you doing alone in these woods?

As you can see, I've already stopped using salutations. Because in me, this granny was judged to have a low level of culture.

My grandmother doesn't look particularly concerned.

"Hmm? Oh, hey, I'm on my way back to town to get some information. Looks like a big band of bandits is pouring in over the mountain. They say there are some villages in the grill."

Hey, are you another very bad criminal...

What the hell are you doing, police in this world? I'll protest you one day.

"That's a mess... Is Grandma's place okay?

"Oh. All the villages attacked are on the other side of the mountain range, so it's a long way off. Besides, our inside is where we pulled in. If it still strikes, we'll just have to pay them all back and kill them."

Hey, what a militant granny you are.

Aren't you as belligerent as our Gore?

"As it were, well, I'm old, and the more rambling..."

Anyway, it looks like Grandma's going back to her village, and you're saying goodbye here.

I have to go to the library.

We need to get back to the streets now.

Speaking of which, which neighborhood is this?

The surrounding area is a deep forest and the scenery is quite different from the hills where the wild grass was collected. Looks like he moved quite a bit while I was passing out.

"Grandma, we want to go out on the street. You know which way to go?

"The streets? Which streets?

"It's a big street connected to the Empire City. Did you just say" east and west streets ”?

"East-West streets? East-West streets will be north in direction... What, are you going to the streets on such a distant clan? If you want to go to Imperial City, there 'll be a few more streets, right?

…………

I had a bad feeling.

"Hey, Granny. Where the hell are we...?

"Where, at the foot of the Siddle Mountains of the Alavi clan"

"Ah, the Alavi clan......??

I've never even heard of it.

Where the hell is that?

We were supposed to be in the Sadie Clan earlier.

I took out the map in advance.

The map I brought from the basin lair had a large scale over the old. So before I leave the city of Tibala, I am buying a new map with all of this country on it.

"Well, which part of this map is that?

Me giving you a rough map.

Grandma Tete pointed to a point on the map.

I was stunned.

A summary of the facts turns out.

Gore, who saw me fall over the ginseng poison, went half frenzied crying and blasted through the woods holding me. It took him more than a day to wander off the east and west streets and possibly get lost in the "Alavi Clan” on the far side.

Here the Alavi clan is located in the southwest direction of the Sadie clan. The Alavi clan faces the sea. It is one of the clans at the southern end of this country.

But the Sadie clan and I are very far apart. Locally, this is no longer quite close to the Imperial City.

Besides, Grandma Tete said Gore was running around in a disastrous direction like crazy in the woods. I mean, Gore, who's probably panicked, hasn't gone straight. We traveled to places like this in a short time, repeating the serpentine. Incredible, it's traveling at a foolish speed.

Nevertheless, there is a rather suspicious part about the elapsed time.

I had carrots long before lunch and woke up at midnight. It's probably an impossible distance to come in half a day physically, so it must be a whole day and more than a day has passed.

How long the hell have I been fainting...?

Gore said he didn't originally voluntarily ask his grandmother for help.

Grandma said she "stopped" Gore.

How big is this old lady's voice to call off Gore, who is panicking and traveling fast?

Nevertheless, didn't the Gore one have the idea of having someone help him?

Actually, I was wondering.

There's something unusually wrong with Gore. From time to time, the idea of having someone else do something other than me is missing.

Perhaps even this time, I was in a terrible state of panic because I thought I couldn't do anything about it.

Seeking unsolicited help, I didn't know what to do, maybe I was running around crying desperately.

I feel so, so sorry for myself.

I was curious to see what happened to Gore next door.

My partner is quiet as if he's exhausted, holding onto my arm.

I don't usually want this guy to do it for me, because I can cook herbal tea after meals. The way you really try to keep a green knife or lunch box away from me, it's like chores are your job. But when I behaved like a meal to my grandmother the other day, she didn't move still on me. So I'm cooking everything.

Usually I'd probably just wonder if I'm tired of having a good marathon. But I couldn't care less.

Besides, I don't think this guy is as yawdy as he is simply exhausted to the point of running.

Maybe Gore...

Weren't you tired of crying......

Grandma Tete watched me whisper Gore's back.

So she opened her mouth, as I recall.

"... Hey Nemaki, you're a person I don't feel like seeing around here, but where the hell did you come from? I've never even heard of Dasai in the first place."

Oh. That question, Grandma. I'm used to it.

I'm the king of undetermined addresses and professional demons, but I have the secret to ask questions about my job.

In other words, all you have to do here is present a special introduction to the example, direct from my master, Dr. Speria. I'm not going to be able to guess what's going on with anyone who hears me, that introduction.

"Actually, I'm from a far eastern country. There are a lot of profound circumstances. Now I'm traveling with this partner."

Huh, what do you say, granny? Are you afraid?

Now, guess what.

"... right. From the exotic, have you come with the Golem?"

The granny who got my word squealed.

That looks like you're looking somewhere far away, not at me in front of you.

I wonder what it is?

Seems subtly different from everyone who's ever been attacked by my introduction...

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Now, when I found out I had come to an unexplained land, the boulder I was on my way too. But I've already switched my mind.

Yes, it is. I'm a quick head switcher.

From what I can see from the map, there are also several large cities in this Alavi clan. I don't think the distance from here is that far either. I don't know if there's a library, but for now, you just have to go for that city.

What, because of a little gore, the position just warped a lot. What you do, in itself, hasn't changed anything.

I saw Gore standing diagonally behind me. Yeah, the usual diagonal back.

While he was being gentle, Gore was feeling much better.

"Gore, are you okay now?

Calling his name, his ears moved smaller to reply.

I don't have long ears anymore.

Red eyes are also returning a bright glow.

Finally, I feel safe.

Grandma Tete has spoken to me to confirm my partner's demodulation and make me feel like he's fighting a new journey.

"You're not supposed to go anyway, are you? Come inside us."

"Are you going inside your grandmother?

I appreciate the sentiment, but I have to hurry to the library.

I don't have time to sell oil in my grandmother's village.

"I appreciate the story, but I'll stop. I have some errands elsewhere... BUBBE!?"

Suddenly, I got hit in the head with a cane.

Yikes, what do you do all of a sudden!? This baba!?

"Don't be shy when it comes to hiccups!

"No, I'm not reluctant, am I a book... mmmmmmm!?"

Baba's wand burst into my flank.

Gosh......

Ko, you fucking baba ~ ~ ~!!!

"Just shut up and follow me!

"Shit, I say no...... Shh!

As a proud culturalist, I will never yield to violence, you Baba!

At that time, his head and flank felt fluttered and tender.

Look, Gore's scratching my body like he's worried.

Swinging eyes and shivering hand movements seem really, really worrying.

She has spent the rest of her life flanking my head.

Looks very spicy......

Gentle Gore. You worry about me when I get hurt, it's the way it always is.

However, I was very uncomfortable with the current situation.

It kind of looks like a regular Orthodox heroine.

Something's wrong.

Something that can't be happening right now.

That's right. I don't care what you think about this.

'Cause, right?

Why would Gore...

Why is Gore beating up Baba?

Normally in this situation, Gore is definitely clean.

Even if you're the Superior teacher I respect, but you're unwillingly, well, that's how close you are to baldness, but if they come to beat me up, Gore should strike back clean and 100%.

It may seem surprising, but from what I've seen so far, Gore is cautious about hurting a friend I care about. He's also very tolerant of rude baldness, and his attitude is rapidly softening as I get along with him against Dr. Speria, who didn't just kill him when we first met. Also, when amicable suspicions surfaced between me and Guinem Bari during the battle, he hesitated to hurt him, so much so that he did it with a weak punch.

But even with my friends like that, if they beat me up, it's like a different story. If Dr. Speria or Bald is the other guy, Gore will never kill me because he knows I'm deeply sad. I trust Gore on that point, too. But still, if I don't stop, I'm more than likely to half-kill you without saving your emotions. I mean, not so much, Gore's anger boiling point is low when I'm about to get hurt.

Because you're a woman, because you're an old man, and that probably has nothing to do with Gore either. If you're hostile, hit him equally, and kill him equally. This point is evident from looking at the response to the example Big Tits Wizard.

But to this Baba, it was like he didn't fight back.

I didn't even stop it.

Besides, Baba is a murder weapon called a wand, despite hitting him twice.

What the hell...?

By this time, I was finally beginning to realize.

As a matter of fact, this Baba was, to me, the most powerful enemy in this world.

I've never met a baba worse than this baba.

This guy was the strongest fucking Baba, much hotter than any ancient dragon I've ever certified.

Because this baba...

- Baba had already missed our gore at this time.