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

Eventually I swallowed Granny Tete's suggestion and decided to follow along with her inside her life and all the way to the do-it-yourself.

No, I didn't give in to this Baba act of violence.

I am a man who will not yield to any violent pressure. Whenever I get pounded with a cane, it's not like I can't stand to break my heart watching Gore get more and more grated and about to cry. I never give in to undue pressure or anything. However, it is only a matter of rethinking whether it would be rude to ignore the generosity of the elderly.

I have not lost the violence of Baba. I hope you don't get me wrong.

"Nevertheless, if you actually look at it like this, well,“ the people of the valley ”are like Ya (Miyabi)."

Grandma Tete, walking side by side, said this as she looked sideways at Gore.

Well, the people of the valley? That's the first word I've ever heard.

"What the hell is a valley people?

"Oh, you don't know? I just think it's something I know perfectly well"

"I'm still not familiar with this country."

"Hmm......? The people of the valley, you see, are the kind of people who have long ears like this. The mythical Goletalu is also said to have been a people of the valley."

Granny Tete said so, letting her try to pull her own ears to the side.

Probably talking about the elves.

Speaking of which, over here since I came to this world, I haven't met one elf yet in the end. So far, all I see are human-like people. Do all the elves even live in hiding?

I'm not particularly keen on elf ear fetish, but I'm still very excited to meet Elf, a strange race full of otherworldly romance.

"The people of that valley mean the elves, right?

"Huh...? Is that what you call it in the East?

Is that it? They played the translation.

My mysterious translation ability is often translated without problems if there is some difference in definition in Katakana language. A good example is the fact that the "golem" is normally translated.

I mean, "Valley People" is more than likely not the "elf" of the world I was formerly in.

I think there's a difference in conceptual standing, at least between the two.

Translation errors of this kind are easy to understand, for example, considering the "Magic King" as an example.

My job, "Demon King," is never translated as "Demon King."

Initially, I thought the Demon King, who came from another world and destroyed the world, was synonymous with the Demon King. However, as the facts gradually become clear, the existence of clear differences is becoming apparent.

There is no doubt that the word "Magic King" encompasses at least the meaning of "King using“ Magic ", a special form of magic manipulation". To limit myself to this point, it was no longer a concept that could be explained in the "demon king" of the original world.

Perhaps the Demon King is quite protruding from the concept of the Demon King.

Likewise, are the people of the valley very different from the concept of "elves" in superficial terms, such as long ears and living in the woods and long lives?

"What kind of race are people in the valley?

"The race of an old world that perished. Now that there is no one left, the general public is confused with God. It used to be real."

…………!?

Not a single one left. So...?

It's Gore. You, the extinct species were the models??

And now another cruel truth has been found. The flag that makes me feel good with elf sisters who are clear in different worlds and horny dark elf sisters was already broken by God in the ancient days...

"It will also appear in the famous nursery rhyme lyrics. - Old old, divine people. The people of the woods, the people of the hills, and finally the people of the valley... Well, you're a foreigner, you don't know that."

Grandma Tete, who mumbled the nursery rhyme, narrowed her eyes nostalgically.

"I've been told that my tribe is descended from the people of the hills."

"Heh..."

I don't know, is Grandma Tete a similar ethnic group?

Hmm? Wait.

If the elf gore is the people of the valley, and Grandma Teth is the people of the hills, that is...

"I see, I get it! Granny is a dwarf... gube!?"

Baba's wand shot me in the temple at high speed.

Hey, what?

You think I got a scratch in there?

Elf was played the translation, but you think only Dwarf was properly translated?

"... Nemaki. You just made a fool out of me, didn't you?

Become!? Incredible.

What a wonderful baba this guy is!

Gore was worried about my temple when he slapped me with his cane.

Fingertips on my skin are shaking small.

It's Gore. You, your eyes are shaking with agitation, and your ears are soaking, aren't you going to cry anymore? Don't force yourself to put up with it, you think you can punch me about Baba? All right. Only this time, I'll give you special permission. This baba, a savage beast, needs a little discipline.

Or I can be kind to Gore where Baba slapped me so hard, which has been going on since just now, and it's no longer like a mysterious tutorial play.

Hey, you guys, come on! I don't have that kind of weird taste!

What do the people of the valley care about? I feel like Baba is talking about Gore with all kinds of important information. But when it comes to Gore in person, it seems like he's completely full of heart because of my worry about being slapped.

Maybe you haven't heard anything about Baba, this...

I've noticed it this time while I was dying of poisonous carrots or getting pounded by Baba. Hi, Gore. He's like the type of guy who, when I take damage, lets himself accumulate mental damage and destroy himself. What a nasty personality...

We're both on the verge of losing our lives because of one Baba.

I didn't know the unbeaten record of the strongest combination could be stopped lightly for every Baba...

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The three of us walked side by side, and I looked out over the surrounding landscape.

Apparently, we're walking west now.

You can see from me, on the right hand side, that is, on the north side, a series of big mountains. Perhaps this is what Grandma Tete called the "Siddle Mountains”.

Around here, the terrain seems to have more ups and downs than the Sadie clan, where the flatlands continued. In addition, there are many trees, presenting a completely broad-leaved forest area and other features. The trees in that part of the country had a lot of groves at best.

Instead of the name Alavi Clan, so far, the desert Arabian element is zero. It's really embarrassing.

The road we're walking on now feels like a country road along a mountain.

The road is much narrower than the East-West streets I've traveled on. However, there is also a reason that this was a splendid one, as the east and west streets would have been spacious. The road itself is a solid path there.

I have already made a few mistakes with the carriage.

It's full of nature, but maybe the traffic itself isn't bad.

This world is kind of a great road situation.

Nevertheless, there is still plenty of land. I have the impression that there is excess.

Using the convenient magic of this world and the golems we see in the fields, the forest exploration and management itself feels like a blah blah blah blah blah blah. Nevertheless, the fact that we have so much land to spare means, in other words, that the need to do so is not, in itself, much?

From what I've seen, this world makes a very rich impression.

It is indeed a relaxing object.

That's right. I'm very relaxed.

I've been walking for a while since then, but I haven't even met the Warcraft at all.

My sense of common sense is that walking this far in nature, it's not surprising that Gore's unilateral slaughter has already resulted in the manufacture of about 100 monkey bodies.

Come to think of it, I haven't seen a warcraft since I left the land of temper.

When I was in the Sadie clan, I didn't end up encountering the Flame Bicone, a flaming binocular-beast that was all that frightening. Um, it's about a crazy, nasty horse with an example head that just appeared on the street but was causing massive damage.

For some reason, two weeks after we arrived in Tibala, the damage information was completely interrupted. It's as if he's dead.

Were you tired of arson and went back to the mountains? It is a strange thing.

Totally a noisy nuisance horse, but this, on the contrary, means that there was only one fire blowing horse out on the street, and the people of this world are making a fuss. Anyway, because of that horse, even the people who abandon their land and emigrate were starting to come out.

This world is probably not like some kind of template fantasy world where adventurers travel between cities exorcising monsters who travel to forests and streets with their swords and magic.

After all, as it was written in Introduction to Magic I, it usually means that there are no warcraft in people or near the streets. My experience of being swarmed by monkeys one after the other just walking down the road, and eventually even being attacked by dinosaurs, was probably too irregular.

That said, the natural environment and climate of this Alavi clan is completely different from that of the Sadie clan.

Nor is there a zero chance that another warcraft will pop up altogether. Safe and important information, why don't you ask Grandma Tete?

"Hey, Granny. Aren't there any warcraft around here? Monkeys, for example..."

"Monkey?? What the hell is that? I've never heard of monkey-type warcraft."

"Right..."

Is there still no monkey around here? I'm kind of stuck.

Why am I so stubborn?

"Well, these are the warcraft themselves, and they live near the summit of the Siddle Mountains sucking. It doesn't come down to the foot, though.... That said, we are talking about the phenomenon of activation of warcraft taking place everywhere. I've never been caught off guard."

That's all I said, Grandma grinned.

"Either way, they attacked me when they attacked me. All you have to do is smash him to death."

So why are you so belligerent?

Don't you have something called age-appropriate calm?

"Well, I don't think so. I'm old enough..."

Is there a warcraft on that mountain?

You have certain habitats that don't come down to the foot.

I guess that's why old grandmothers can relax walking in these woods, and people make an inside and live normal near the presence of warcraft.

... in. Speaking of which, what place is the place with the place name, the inside where my grandmother lives?

Actually, you can't tell by the map I have right now.

The maps that had been obtained in the basin lair were large in scale. That's why it was well covered up to the small settlements. Meanwhile, newly bought national maps are small in scale. There are no small villages or even fine roads listed. Detailed maps should be prepared separately for each of the lands.

I bought a detailed map of the Sadie clan, but I didn't buy a map of the Alavi clan.

'Cause you wouldn't have a choice, would you? I never dreamed that Gore would cry and warp to such an unexplained distant land...

"What's the name inside the granny?

"Us? You don't have a decided name, do you? It's called" Inside the Golem. "

"Inside the golem?

What the hell is that? Isn't that a heartwarming name?

"Hey! Hey, are there a lot of golems in my grandmother!?"

"Oh, you eat hard.... Well, the numbers are much higher than in other villages"

"Ooh..."

I'm really excited about that.

The only golems I've ever seen in real life by my side are, in fact, the Cathedral Golem and the Taoist Golem.

Crossbow Golem had already ripped his arm off over a beautiful Golem beating him to a mess in the face when I approached him. I haven't kept the original shape at all. In that sense, the boobs were all stretched out, too, when I saw them up close, with Gore smashing my head...

Speaking of which, the clowns are surprisingly cute to watch nearby, aren't they? You make vicious moves at such a disastrous speed when it comes to battle, you usually relax like someone else. I walked behind Guinem and listened to him properly.

I really wanted to, because when I try to be a clown, Gore suddenly gets frustrated and tries to bite the clown for some reason... I never touched it. I always had a lusty face, just staring at the cute clowns. I think maybe Gore got alarmed because of the fight he had when he first met the clowns......

Whatever it is, if you have a lot of golems in your home, now is the time to get along.

Relax and walk down the path in the green, chatting appropriately with Grandma Tete.

Picnicking in nature is something that feels very good.

It feels different to even walk in the wilderness with no goal in sight while listening to the ape severer and the splash of organs.

I got kind of happy, and I started singing my nose small.

Next door, Gore is rubbing my temples all the time. You've been rubbing me for almost half an hour now, this guy.

"Damn, Goletalu is really overprotective...... You can leave me alone, you know that."

"What!? disrespectful! Unlike my crude grandmother, my gore just has a compassionate, gentle heart."

To protect Gore's honor, I firmly defended my partner.

Honestly, I think this guy is a little too overprotective, too, but here if I go with Grandma Tete and accuse him, Gore's standing is gone. Then I'll be on Gore's side, not Baba.

I guess I was happy to be praised. Gore stuck around moist as he moved his ears slightly. Yeah, Gore is still an honest, kind, good guy, unlike his evil grandmother.

"Ha... No, no, no, no. Nemaki is an asshole, but Goletalu is probably one of them..."

Grandma Tete is a complete face.

Is that it? Speaking of which, at some point, your grandmother calls you Goletalu about Goletalu.

Did I tell my grandmother Gore's real name?

I don't think I told you yet.

Have you unconsciously taught during the conversation and forgotten?

But whenever I tell someone else Gore's real name, it's always me trying to tell them my official real name, "Goletaro," and the folly of this world who keeps saying "Goletaroo," and it's a hot fight. So far, my score has been my total loss.

So I should normally not forget that I gave you Gore's name...

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"You finally see it. It's in our house."

"Oh, that's quite spectacular..."

The forest flickered and I saw a very vast field.

Is this commonly known as "Inside the Golem”?

At the green foothills of the Siddle Mountains, houses are built.

Looking at it in the long run, it has the impression that it is a large rural area.

Many golems were seen in the surrounding fields working in close proximity to people.

It's mostly a Deathham doll-like golem.

But they are all subtly different colors and shapes, and I think they each have their own personality.

The farming golems, which were seen as bumpy on the carriage journey in the Sadie clan, all had similar appearances in colour and shape, and were of all standards. Besides, I was under the impression that I was working silently in a deserted field.

Somehow here, the atmosphere is different from that.

I hear laughter from the fields.

I see little kids hanging out in the arms of a golem working in the field with the grownups.

Looks like people and golems get along pretty well here.

Of course I prefer this vibe.

I approached him by the inside and realized there was one. The houses are quite well built and splendid in this area.

The fence around the village is also a very stubborn object with a large number of stone piles.

Or this fence. I called it a fence because it is only structurally fence-like, but it is also more than 4 meters tall, and it has a return on the heavenly side. In defense, it's probably not the ratio of the dirt walls in the city of Tibala. It's not a simple structure, so I'm not sure how much I can withstand monkey stone bullets, either, as an expert on monkeys.

Even for the standing houses, this one is probably qualitatively overwhelming when compared to the average buildings in Tibura and Gibil. The size of every house is also large.

This, for a moment, may have something to do with the number of Golem holdings.

If you think about it, a golem is in some cases a heavy machine of the original world, or it should do more than that. If so many golems are going to help you with the construction work, you can't possibly not make a fine house.

He went through a long main road in the field and arrived in front of a gate that seemed to be the entrance to the inside.

Big, heavy gate.

It's taken a long time to get here. It's a really big field. I think it's probably the wheat fields that are spreading across the front of the inside of a strip around here.

It's kind of big in all sizes, in here.

"... you've got some strong golem going on right now"

By the gate stands a green golem.

Is he a gatekeeper? It's a bit more of a golem than the golems in the field.

One characteristic horn grows on his head.

I know this guy. I've seen it in the drawings.

But I can't remember the name. Light golems are too varied for nothing......

"That, what a name. I'm on my way out here."

"A corner golem." He's our guard. "

"Oh, yeah, yeah. That's it, a corner golem!

That was a straight name.

But this guy is supposed to be a pretty strong golem with topsoil foes and base defense capabilities.

The mysterious radar "topsoil opponent” of the golem doesn't actually seem to be available to all golems. The ones that can be used are scarce.

“Base Defense Function" seems to be a feature that allows the golem to fight alone to some extent, even without golem usage, by pre-detailing the base to be defended. The setup took time and effort, and it looks pretty tough.

I don't know, but in short, doesn't that mean it's a feature that allows you to leave messages like this without an owner? It will never be on our Gore, this feature......

By the way, in the case of the common bee cathedral golem, both topsoil enemies and base defense features are standard. I read The Golem Atlas and found out that the Cathedral Golem is pretty expensive, not only because of its big milk, but also because of other specs.

I have topsoil enemies, and my eyes are so good with the "light receptors” in my eyes. Speed is very fast, and power is pretty good as a light golem. It's a so-called balancing fighter that has most of its performance to more than a certain level. Overall performance completely overwhelms the coarse light golem. It wasn't just milk.

Conversely, due to its balance type, it seems slightly easier to take a step backwards when it is a fuselage opponent who feels like he is polarizing his status with a monolithic specialization like the Dodo Golem.

Just like those boobs, the golem in the corner in front of you, with radar and answering machine.

Unlike the golems in the field, he wears a proper chest armor. He's a gatekeeper.

But you don't seem to have a weapon.

If you look closely, you're wearing armor on both arms. Like our Gore, do we fight in punches?

I don't think it means stabbing a boulder with a horn...

With that in mind, I stared at the cool one-horned golem that awakened the spirit of the boy, without being hot.

Is there a lot of golems in here that look so strong? My chest was full of anticipation.

... but at this time.

Gradually, gradually, the signs of Gore, who seemed moist like a weak maiden because only Grandma Tete and I were here so far... I had yet to realize that I was beginning to be disturbingly black killer of normal driving.

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Grandma Tete's house, only one inside, was in a somewhat deeper, higher position.

The house is also considerably better than the average inside. All the houses in here are so big, but Grandma's house is even bigger among them.

But Grandma doesn't always seem to be a village chief or anything.

Although the president, rather than the village chief, is the boss of attitude.

The grounds surrounded by greenery are large. Nevertheless, it is a rustic flair in the countryside.

Oh, there's chickens running around the garden.

There are chickens in this world too. Eggs and meat are delicious.

I think the variety is probably different from the chickens of the original world.

Other livestock, other than chickens, seem to exist of almost the same kind.

For example, horses, sheep, chickens, pigs, goats….

I just haven't seen a cow yet. Milk is a lot of sheep or goat stuff.

I've been thinking about the reason for this for myself, but I feel like there are golems and golems for quite a few uses. Could it possibly have something to do with the situation around here? Maybe less beneficial than the original world to raise.

"... hey Gore, I need to ask you something"

I turned to Gore.

Talked to Gore, he keeps his face close.

The deep red eyes shine a serious light, and the long ears tend tightly not to miss a word.

I'm talking about a golem and a sound sensor that also has an enemy print on his forehead, but Golem obviously reacts like he's hearing it in his ear. Really, what's going on??

... well. I kept my word.

"Does Gore know what a cow is?

Oh, “cow” was translated into the language of the world over here.

Looks like you're right, cow.

By speaking to Gore like this, I was knitting a technique to see if words of interest were bounced off the translation.

When I'm usually in conversation with other people, I often don't realize that Porphous Japanese slips through translations. But because if you're properly aware of it this way, you'll see.

When I ask this hand question, there's nothing Gore doesn't like about it. Because this guy has a complete grasp of the circumstances of me being a different world from the first time I met him.

As a result of continuing to take my lectures on how to sleep for days, Gore even knows the process of establishing Tokugawa Shogun.

This guy, who was an enthusiastic student, is Japanese for nothing.

... In retrospect, Gore was determined when I talked about Japan and showed an unusual amount of eating.

Now is the time to ask me to eat whatever I tell you, Gore. But in the early days, although she was very kind and fond of me, there was no more dog-level tremendous like-like ray firing, and the reaction was adult.

Gore wasn't totally my dog yet. I started to see this guy with a fierce boost of dogging, probably after the time we both went down to the bottom of the vertical hole that was in the backyard.

But only when I talk about my hometown was I really eager to hear it from the beginning. That's the first time this guy's made me flesh out of my face.

Naturally, at that time, whoever still saw it looked like my beloved Goletaro. Of course, that looks like a Deathham doll.

But at that time, hearing him eat into Japanese stories was kind of like -... I looked like a lonely girl, desperately connected to a kind fairytale world.

Either way, when I ask you to confirm the words of this world, Gore looks rather oddly happy instead of looking disgusted. It feels full of happiness.

Actually, I know how it feels about this, too. The point is, this is an act that makes it feel amazing to share secrets with each other.

I can't do it with anyone else in this world, keep it to myself.

It's a confirmation of our friendship.

Reaffirm your hot friendship, me and Gore staring at each other as you lean in, at a distance where your face meets yours.

At that time, there was a noise from the chicken hut on the side.

Looking back at the noisy one, something brown from inside the chicken hut is all over his face.

What the hell is that?

Grandma Tete, who noticed it, called out to that brown something.

"Oh, there you are.... I'm home now, Debus. Did you do your homework properly?

The identity of the shadow that came out of the chicken hut was an integral brown golem.

Holy shit, this guy is awesome... Is that your grandmother's golem?

The brown golem is no different in size than the Deathsand doll.

No, rather, the shape, it's slightly slim.

He's about two meters tall, so to speak, a skinny big man.

I don't even wear chest armor.

But this guy, like every golem I've ever seen, has a different impression.

The mechanism of the body surface is quite complicated. Don't even get a slight, near-future impression.

Because it's brown, it's more like a rope earthenware.

Oh, I have a photoreceptor on my face. This guy has good eyes, like Gore.

But it's not just a round cute photoreceptor for the iris part like Gore. This guy's light receptor is pointy and super scary.

It's kind of big and complicated if you do the enemy print on your forehead. It feels evil.

My face is kind of vicious too... hmm?

This shaping around the mouth, hey, this guy's jaw opens? It seems super painful if it bites me.

Would it have been in the drawings, a golem that looks like such an awful design?

But, but. This golem is full of chickens.

I'm scared of faces, but I don't think he's a bad guy.

When I look at it, I get the tender feeling I want to be.

"What kind of golem is this?

"Debus is the golem of my native tribe, right?“ The Soil Warrior. "

"Oh, a soil warrior..."

That's a pretty sinister name. Of course, it's not far from my sense of naming tannins.

Or was Grandma Tete a golem user too?

I was watching Debus, who seemed strong with my grandmother, and, uh, I had a question.

"Hey, Granny. Why didn't you take Debus to the escort when you were going away on your own? With this guy, it would be a lot safer than my grandmother's solo journey."

"Because then, Debus has chickens and goats to look after. It's his best job."

"I see, you mean..."

I was perfectly convinced. Indeed, that is a very important task.

"Come on, follow me. Over here."

Grandma Tete leads us to our mother's house.

Will I be staying here today?

I can't help but come inside like this. Mind you, let me stay a night or two. That would help your grandmother feel better, so you can leave for the city library once again.

Besides, if you're going to be stuck here for a few days anyway, you might want to rethink your travel plans in the meantime. It seems that this place is no longer positionally close to the Imperial Capital, so putting your feet up to the library of the largest Imperial Capital in the country usually comes into view.

In the meantime, I'm going to get a map of this neighborhood during my stay.

I don't know anything about the country roads around here...

If Grandma Tete or anyone in there has a map, you can let me buy it off or write it down.

While we were thinking about it, Grandma Tete, who took us, barely walked right next to her mother's house.

Is that it? Aren't you staying at the motherhouse? Where the hell are you going?

My question, Grandma Tete walks away.

Nevertheless, it's a vast lot for nothing. There's even a big zoo.

Well, in the cheap countryside of the land, it's a common sight.

At the corner of the garden, you can see a small vegetable garden. Is the green grass being planted an herb or something?

We walked a little bit and stopped in front of a secluded house, a little deep from our mother's house.

I see. Are we staying here instead of that big motherhouse over there?

Grandma Tete looked back at this one.

"Come on, if this place starts today, it's for both of us."

...... hmm??

Now, I feel like this old lady said something I don't understand.

"Eh. I'm sorry, this is ours. What?

"So this is where you live from today."

"Yes, home? Um, Granny, what the hell are you saying..."

"I have extra furniture for the motherhouse, so that would be good for the moment. Let Debus help you, too, and I'll bring you in later. If we're talking about Goletalu, it's like we're newlyweds, and we can have one bed anyway, right?

Just give me a minute.

What the hell are you talking about?

"Oh, hey..."

"For now, let's start with cleaning. I haven't used it in a while."

Hey, listen, Baba.

"Um..."

"Come on! Move it tight! By the end of the evening, you'll have cleaned everything and everything. What, if Goletalu and Debas are here, it won't be long. But Nemaki, you don't skip either. If you're sweet on Goletalu again, I'll slap you in the ass with a cane!

No. I want you to spare my ass with your cane.

No, that's not it! Hey, don't go on talking to me on your own, Baba!!!

Wait, hey.

"Hey, Ma..."

"Then I'll call Debus, so leave your stuff on the doorstep."

Baba left to say unilaterally and just left towards the chicken hut.

Left behind, I stood up before I left.

"No, I'm in the library... I don't know..."

- This is how Baba's hippo life began, by me and Gore.