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

The shopping at the dandy shopkeeper's magic prop shop is over.

Adjusting and packaging purchased magic items seems to take a little while. He wants me to come back tomorrow morning to pick it up.

I also worked part-time in a bald shop for 2 weeks (* but the contents are babysitters), but this is the first time I've heard of magic equipment that needs to be adjusted at the store side. Is it any special magic trick that Grandma Tete bought a recording tablet?

Anyway, it's only noon. There's plenty of time to get to the inn.

Grandma and Gore and the three of us walked through the city of Sarav, the bustling clan capital.

Looks like my grandmother still has some errands in the clan capital, but my mood is that it's already a complete tourist mode.

I was walking across the city eating food like a kebab I bought at the street.

"Still, it's really busy here"

I looked out over the surrounding downtown area.

Exactly, this Sarav is just saying clan capital, definitely the largest city I've ever seen in this world. The city of Givir, which had the branch of the Paisley Chamber of Commerce, was also crowded, but it is still not comparable to this clan capital.

A crowded street is lined with cluttered stores.

Various crafts, meat, vegetables, fruits and other foods….

It looks like they sell a lot of fish here.

Well, Sarav had a harbor. I'm sure there 'll be tons of seafood in there too.

What the hell kind of seafood is there in this city?

Even at my grandmother's house, fish dishes often come out.

Fish in this world are natural and plentiful, and they're so delicious.

The many fish that hang out in the street fishmongers are all fresh themselves.

I think this is probably using ice magic or magic props, but it's really useful stuff.

Oh! What, uh, what about the giant yellow fish you've never even seen?

When I was in kindergarten, curious, I started walking abruptly, without any context, toward the fishmonger. Eating kebab groceries.

It is a complete lost flag.

But Gore leaning on me naturally doesn't stop me like that.

We basically don't have the scratch in the combination.

But happy or unhappy, this time there was Grandma Tete, a powerful stopper.

"You idiot, what are you doing, Nemaki! If you don't just follow me, I'm gonna smack you!

"Ha!?"

Back in sanity, I reluctantly returned to my grandmother's line.

I have trouble getting slapped.

If that happens, Gore will break the code inside again and call the cow.

"Nevertheless, Mogumo, it's like this bubble, Ngumo, Ngumo"

I've been eating it since earlier, cross-world dishes like this kebab. Voluptuous ingredients are fresh leafy vegetables and fatty sheep meat. Sweet spicy sauce and gravy tangle in the dough and taste good.

It's just that it's big, so the sauce really spills and stuff.

I struggle with unfamiliar kebabs, and I've fouled my mouth with sauce many times.

So Gore is purposefully moving from diagonal back to next door to wipe my mouth tight. When I'm about to drip sauce over my clothes, it gently prevents me with my hands. I'm so sorry, buddy...

"Nemaki's a shitty eater."

Grandma Tete, who is eating kebab groceries with me, said so with an open face.

"... isn't it hard to eat, this?

"See, this is how you eat it"

With that said, the grandmother gently pinched the end of the kebab broth fabric with her fingers and chewed it off vividly without spilling.

I see, that's how you eat. That's the one called Yearly Kung Fu.

He watched the streets of Sarav as Gore wiped his mouth full of sauce.

The architecture of this city is really interesting.

There are arched bridge-like crossings on the second and third floors of the building. The bridge connects buildings in the air everywhere.

They had created in the city, a landscape that was three-dimensional and unique.

I was looking up at such an aerial corridor from below and noticed a shadow walking there.

"... Ah, it's the cathedral golem"

On the bridge, there is a golem walked by its owner.

A golem of gray plain bodies, like the statue of the Greek sculpture goddess.

It's not white, but the color of the golem's primitive body changes as much. Not that important an element. Beyond being a statue of a goddess with no visible joint joints, the figure is, at first glance, definitely a cathedral golem.

But my eyes were nailed to one of those golems.

"Is that it? It's a cathedral golem, but my breasts..."

These golems aren't boobs.

Well, still a few steps bigger than Gore's chest.

Orthodox boobs and such.

I think Grandma Tete noticed my gaze.

Likewise, he looked up at the grey cathedral golem walking down the air corridor.

"Oh, you have a cathedral golem. There are a lot of nobles living in Sarav, and you may see them again."

"Nobility...?

Ah. Rumor has it, the Patchimon diocesan golem the nobles are taking, is that what you mean?

Indeed, the woman who is taking the golem has such an atmosphere as Madame in a beautiful costume like a dress.

The gray cathedral golem, from what I've seen, is not equipped with armor or weapons.

No, if you look closely, you seem to have a dagger down your hips.

Even so, it looks like an ordinary metal dagger with a thin blade, decorated with luxury. It is not a stone dagger, like Guinem's Taoist Golem used.

That's probably an anti-personnel weapon.

When I use it in the golem battle, I think it's over with a light broken blade.

The color of the grey golem's eyes looks like dark yellow.

Also, I'm curious about the length of my back hair.

A cathedral golem is usually long hair that has been worn all the way down to the waist. They all look subtly different and distinctive, but I think the hair length and chest size were almost uniform.

But the gray I'm walking there right now, my hair is a little short.

Somehow, it looks aligned with the owner's Madame hair.

If so, is the appearance customized to the owner's liking?

... I see.

From the general public, does Gore look like a kind of golem like this?

I am frequently mistaken for a nobleman because of the scratch, or because my eyes are red because of the distinctive appearance of Gore.

That's when Madame seemed to notice my gaze.

Madam, who saw this one, caught sight of it.

Madame, who saw me, smiled softly as she gently hid her mouth with a fan.

Keep it up. She takes the golem and gracefully walks off the corridor.

Wow, is that the nobility of this world......

I don't know what it is, but it was so celebrity.

It was me who was dropping off their backs as they left, but at this time, I was curious, and I checked my partner's figure next door.

Ugh, wow...... Gore's one, that's so frustrating.

Giraffes and burning deep red eyes creep through the air corridor.

If I hadn't even had an important mission to wipe my spilling kebab sauce, it would appear that I immediately went to bite Madame and the Grey Cathedral Golem.

They're walking about three stories tall in the building.

but that doesn't mean anything to Gore. This guy's jump jumps at his leisure if it's about a low building.

I felt like I was in danger, and I rushed to paint my mouth with kebabs.

And he stuck his sauce-ridden face out to Gore.

"...... hmm. Gore, wipe it quick."

At that moment, the swordswallowing light that Gore's eyes were emitting turned into a sweet glow.

She began to wipe my mouth happily as she moved her ears tingly.

All right, now this guy's full of heads about me and Kebab Sauce.

Please, get out of here now, Madame and Gray...!

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After we let Madame and the others escape safely, we made our way through downtown and into the heart of the clan capital.

When we get here, it's already close to the lord's castle. Apparently there are lots of public facilities around here, such as bureaux.

So much less, we arrived in front of a fine building with a red colour.

Even bigger than Dundee's Demon Prop Shop. If you do poorly, you may be about the size of an elementary or secondary school in the original urban area of the world.

Apparently, Grandma Tete has business in this building.

"It's kind of a big building."

"This is the Sarav branch of the Sorcerer's Association. You're finally here."

"... Sorcerer's Association?

I've heard of the Sorcerer's Association.

But Guinem Bari, my golem gay buddy, should have belonged to an association with that name.

Is this the magician's association......

Nevertheless, I have no idea what the organization does either.

"Hey, Granny. What the hell are you doing here?

"Well, it's to get you in here."

"... what?

It's my first ear.

Is Grandma Tete going to make me part of this mysterious organization?

Was that why you brought me all the way to such a distant city?

"Why do I have to join a place like this again?

"Though there are several reasons. First of all, the Magicians Association membership card is a powerful replacement for ID."

"... uh, you know what? I really don't know who I am."

I see. If that's true, it's never a bad story for me.

Honestly, I was just anxious to prove my identity.

If the police questioned me about my job, I'd be out. Besides, I'm sure there are a lot of behaviors in this world that are restricted if their identities are not revealed.

For this grandmother, it is a rare and compassionate suggestion.

Normally, I don't have any particular reason to refuse...

Actually, there's one problem.

As for this sorcerer's association, I don't know what to do with it.

Think about it. This suspicious organization... it's a former defect, the one that Guinem belonged to?

Hey, isn't this a bad spot??

I don't want to be one of the bad guys or the bad guys.

If I'm going to be in one of these organizations, I want to be in an Adventurer's Guild or something.

There must be a world of swords and magic like this, a guild of adventurers.

I believe.

Adventurer.

It is a floral profession in the fantasy world. Very cool people, exorcising monsters and bad guys.

Though by definition it is probably a word that includes a broader meaning.

People who have been flown to different worlds generally do glorious work in this profession.

It is the number 1 profession of youth salvation.

With me being significantly less motivated to violence, that's not the exception.

Is that why? It is decided. Because if you become an adventurer, you must meet a cool, lovely female adventurer.

In this world, the elves were ruthlessly extinct, but for a moment you might meet a girl adventurer with cat ears and rabbit ears. I haven't given up hope yet. More importantly, an adventurer is a hard adventurous profession. I can't believe I only have a toddler and an old lady, because it should never be possible......

And, according to my hopeful observation, shouldn't we seriously do the trick of being medicinal herbs and mushroom collecting quests without having to stick around to fight them? My partner is an edible wild grass master.

"I'd rather be an Adventurer's Guild or something, no problem at all..."

"Huh ~ ~? Adventurer ah?

My grandmother, who heard me whine, screamed at me for eating.

"Nemaki, you're not joining such a group of dobby rats!?"

"Yeah??? Yes, no. Nothing like that."

And, shit.

My grandmother's sword curtain scared me too much and I accidentally denied it reflexively.

And what is it, Dobrat? It would be too bad. I'm gonna cry.

No, before that...

… is there a profession of adventurer in this world as well?

I don't know what I'm talking about, but this is a little surprising.

Actually, I was half-joking.

Ever since I've been in this world, I've never even heard the words "I" of an adventurer. It never even came up on the subject of chatter at all.

Right. Are you in this world, adventurer?

At least with my dictionary translations, there are those raw people who can be defined that way...

"As it were, well, suppose to leave the adventurers alone. If you ever need to join an association, you can come in on your own. So nothing, you don't even have to ask your grandmother to help you join, big length...... BUBERA!?"

Baba's wand slapped me in the cheek.

"You idiot! There's no way I'm going to let you in that easily! If it's like this one, you really need to recommend at least 5 full members. You're an unidentified foreigner in the first place. Then, normally, they'll definitely play you at the vetting stage."

"Hey, what!? That would be too high a hurdle! Wouldn't all those who want to join the club?

This kind of cross-world ID would be what the market is for if you could just get it by signing the paperwork lightly at the reception!

What a different world that's not nice to me, this place...

Grandma Tete has a face for my words.

"You... For the most part, if you can get a membership card just because you wish, it wouldn't mean a lot to you in the first place."

Is that what this is all about?

But if you ask me, I could really feel that way too...

Whatever, I see.

I wonder if it feels like you're listening, I mean, the sorcerer's association, is an organization with a higher social status than I assumed? A membership card may not be a simple ID in this situation.

As much as the Guinem one is joining, I was wondering if I could join with ease, but apparently not.

Was Guinem actually a pretty awesome one?

But you don't feel that way much. 'Cause it's Guinem, right?

"Originally, people like you don't even meet the application criteria for membership. This time, you're going to talk to the association specially on my own, right? Thank you, really."

"Hey, what...? Grandma, were you a powerful man?

That's the first time I've heard of it. Besides, it's kind of weird.

If I were you, I'd never be able to join the club, but my grandmother would force me to talk through it?

Even if not, isn't that a formal admission procedure, a gorilla-busting admission using Grandma Tete's powers?

What do you mean? That's what I hate!

"Hey, seriously. Hey, don't kid around. I would never take part in such an abuse of power! By my unfair admission, maybe the people I was supposed to join have been deprived of a legitimate opportunity... hagu!?"

Baba's wand hit me in the shoulder.

"I can't do anything. I'm not busy with you!

"Goddamn it, even if I get despicable violence, I'll never be a part of evil."

"Ho? Say something masculine a little while ago.... Nemaki, you seem to have a lot of stiff shoulders. I'll beat you to a reward."

"Hey, what...?

Oh, my God! Hey, don't slap me with a poke and a cane. Ouch, it hurts!

Do you have such a violent shoulder slap!

So shoulders, ah! This, uh-huh! Hey!

Here, here...

This, fucking Baba ~ ~ ~!!!

You're licking me!

No more, I'm never gonna ask you that.

I'm going to be an adventurer. I don't even know the Evil Mages Association!

"Hey, this... ah"

It was me trying desperately to argue with Baba, but I accidentally stuck my mouth there.

I realized that Gore, who had been quiet next door the whole time, was losing so much energy.

My long elf ears are getting super soggy and my body is shivering as I sift.

This is, like, five seconds before I really cried anymore.

Of course, the cause is that Baba, turned into a broken shoulder beating machine, is causing me to get beat up all over the mess. Gore's taking me too far. I'm starting to take too much serious damage to my spirit.

Bad, we have to do something.

"Oh, hey Gore. I'll be fine, it won't hurt. Look, I'm perfectly fine...... GOOOOOOO!? Yikes! Hey, Granny, read the air!

Shit, it's counterproductive.

Gore is shuddering puffily so that he can tear his tears for the rest of his life as he grows smaller and grabs my sleeve.

This guy isn't the kind of guy who uses tears as a weapon. Instead, you know I'm upset, so you're desperately putting up with me not to cry. What a jerk.

But the effort seems to be limited, too.

The color of the swinging eyes is turning bluishly.

Will the colour change like this? It is so beautiful that the red ball-colored iris shifts into a clear ocean-like blue blueprint that you can't help but breathe. -... and that's fine now.

Bad. Gore makes me cry.

I never want to see Gore's sad crying face again.

Besides, I don't even want to see the lives of the cows in the Siddle Mountains scattered unbroken!

Damn, whoa, whoa! What am I supposed to do!

Yeah, I can't help it. If this happens, I'll just have to join the sorcerers' association.

Anyway, now, stopping this Baba wand is a prerequisite.

Evil Violence It may be Baba's power-stained association of evil, but once and for all, let's just join the form. If you don't like it, you just have to leave immediately.

"Ok, ok! Surrender. You just have to join, if you join!