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

Because of him all over Grandma Tete, her blood circulation has improved for a long time.

He looked up at the red building in front of him as he rubbed his pompous, warm shoulders.

Evil dark organization and "sorcerer's association” Sarav branch, encroached upon by Baba's power.

Big building for nothing, but will there be ghosts or snakes...

The large front door of the association is made of less transparent glass of examples.

A one-sided glazed door is the first I've seen since I came to this world. In the original world, I've often seen commercial facilities.

Near that glass door stands a few guards who look strong.

But when they saw Grandma Tete's face, they all made a unique pose to put their hands on her chest softly, and it solidified as it stood.

Could this be a salute?

... It's my grandmother. How much rotten power do you have?

The guards dropped us off at the salute, and the three of us entered the club building.

Soon after entering the building, Grandma Tete looked back at this one.

"Well, I'm going to finish all the formalities now, my face to the Great One. You're sitting in the lobby waiting for me."

"Are you just waiting? Looks boring. Take me with you."

"Not at all...... I'm not saying anything like a child. Don't worry, you'll get a call soon anyway. I have an entrance exam."

"Hey, what is it? You got something like that?

I didn't know there was even an exam. I'm getting pretty anxious.

I don't want to join an association like this, but in case I fail the exam, I'm sure I'll be branded incompetent by this Baba. That involves my pride.

As I left, I took care, as Grandma Tete reminded me.

"Look, Nemaki. You're not gonna get into a fight with the guys at the club, are you? If you get a weird rub, you're gonna hit your ass a hundred times with a cane."

"You wouldn't do that. What do you think I am..."

Don't make me look like a grandmother with a bad taste for violence.

And don't give me a hundred slaps in the ass. My tight beautiful ass breaks, popular with some of the old ladies in there.

Then Grandma Tete went to the back of the building by herself.

Gore and I were left in a place like the lobby near the entrance.

"Well, they left me, but what shall we do..."

The spacious lobby has dozens of seats on leather sofas and tables.

The carpet at your feet looks fancy, too.

This building, decoration, etc. is understated and does not look flashy at first glance. But if you look closely, it's well built everywhere. The truth is, it's going to cost a lot of money.

When it comes to buildings that cost money, it reminds me of unpleasant events.

Yes, the Paisley Chamber of Commerce.

…………

I thought this was an evil organization, too?

So much so that he's succumbing to the power of evil Baba, and it's a sufficiently likely story. Somewhere in this room again, I don't suppose an absurd sexuality manager or a handsome assassin is keeping an eye on me.

Driven by anxiety, I glanced around at the people around me.

In addition to us, there are several other magician-like people sitting in this lobby making fun of each other and standing talkative. It's a pretty big space, so we're pretty far from each other. I don't know what you're talking about.

But your expressions are soothing.

Looks like there's always a couple of staff at the back counter.

Some people seem to care about me in a flirty way.

Damn! Are you still a handsome assassin!?

Me in a hurry.

But he bowed down with a smile...

You mean handsome, you're a regular uncle or aunt.

In the meantime, I turned back the meeting with a flamboyant smile, too.

Peace indeed.

I feel like there are no assassins.

Looking at it again this way, the atmosphere in the lobby is very calm.

Like the lobby of a certain chamber of commerce, there are no suspicious merchants laughing nasty, or guests with nasty eyes.

Only a soothing laugh can be heard occasionally on this occasion.

Somehow, very elegant and graceful. If you look closely, the building feels a little different from the gold hobby that fixed the top surface like a certain chamber of commerce.

Traditional beauty with slight weight, shall we say?

In short, it is a very aristocratic and celebrity-filled space.

My feeling of being out of place is amazing.

"... no, not surprisingly"

My clump, burnt brown, gold embroidered tannic luxury robe.

And my partner's beautiful gore.

It's because these guys are so full of luxury in vain.

Come to think of it, this appearance of me is someone with a diocesan golem dressed in the robe of the great magician of the court and looking like a beautiful pure white valley folk (elf).

This is probably a seemingly supermassive thing if one sees it in this world.

Actually, I don't know who I am, but my total savings is five coins.

Besides, he is a Hippo living in Baba.

However, in departure from that reality, I am now accustomed to this celebrity space...

Either way, there's nothing to do. Let's just sit on the couch nearby.

Celebrity, I sat down gracefully on the couch with an aristocratic attitude.

Whoa, that's really fuzzy. Good couch.

officials brought subtle drinks as they also enjoyed the mundane soft seating. Looks like you can choose from a few different kinds on the tray.

Good service......

I chose a drink in a beautiful elongated glass, somewhat citrusy, like grapefruit juice.

Mouth gently on the glass.

It's a refreshing drink. Definitely delicious. Besides, it gets cold a lot.

Association of Mages............. What a good and wonderful service for you of the Secret Society of Evil.

I sipped a little drink and saw Gore sitting next to me.

Poor thing, Gore's not well.

This guy is still dragging on the moral damage caused by me being slapped by Baba.

For a long time now, Baba has been beating me on the shoulder with a cane for the rest of my life with an earful of sorrow.

It's all Baba's fault, so there's nothing this guy cares about.

------

I was thinking as I sank into the soft sofa and even left my body in Gore.

The content of each thought is related to a certain sentiment I had about this world during my conversation with Grandma Tete earlier.

"A different world that's not nice to me, or..."

A different world that's not nice to me.

When I asked about the difficulty of issuing an ID, it was an unexpected feeling on my part.

But when I think about it again, it really is. Seriously, you'd be too hard on me, this world.

For some reason, there are only bastards, toddlers and old people around.

Religion that can only use earthly attributes is forced to join.

Specialty books can't read dictionary translations as bugs.

It's actually a really super rare part of the whale gallstone that only looks like a monster core drop item for the common pocket money. Thanks to you, we almost got through without collecting it!

I even thought I was going to become an adventurer, and now that I realize it, I'm a Baba cone, and I'm about to be put in a suspicious group that I don't know how to handle.

What the hell is this situation!!!

... and, well, on all these issues, it's like a half-stupid thing.

Neither has this world been abandoned that way.

Civilizations with their own development are not as undeveloped as their appearance.

The fruit is rich and the food is delicious.

I think I was blessed to meet people, too.

And most importantly, this world is beautiful.

If you want to take a leisurely trip with Gore while doing a lot of research and sightseeing, maybe not as great an environment as this world is.

Summoning was an unintentional form, but I don't hate this world.

But...

Let's have a little serious talk.

This world isn't nice to me.

If I may rephrase it more precisely…….

This world is "too risky for me to die".

There are too many first sight traps and enemies that would kill you fast if you were alone.

- Exactly, it feels like he was summoned to death.

This is not so strange in itself.

I don't know. I've been thrown out all over the world.

But the problem is that I am summoned as a powerful "Magic King” who can destroy the world.

Of course, I do not have the will and the will to destroy, nor am I the perfect King of Magic, in relation to the unwritten override of personality assumed by the Summoner, Lübeu Zailain. I myself have understood that from the beginning.

But at least I was wondering if the very ability of the Magic King was a very all-powerful and powerful thing that would not spook his very survival at all, unless it was also revealed by powerful enemies like the brave.

Because that's what demon kings usually are, isn't it?

But looking at how it's been so far, I don't really feel that way.

Basically, I feel like my abilities are too biased.

Now is the time, if only you could motivate me to do good, violent exercises, alone, around there... no, I even feel like I can fight quite a bit if I do bad. But there are too many types of enemies in this world that I'm not supposed to be able to handle successfully on my own.

For example, there is NTR (Enutial Art), a move that can be called my trump card, that can completely control enemy magic and magic guidance and manipulate them as they please. In consequence theory, even the ancient dragon, said to be the immortal God, was killed. Moreover, this (NTR) performs almost automatic counterattack (auto counter) when used in conjunction with sensory enhancement by magic guidance. If this works against enemies of all attributes, it's really so strong. The enemy is completely encapsulated with all magic attacks, leaving the moves unleashed, no, they are shot back with more precision and power, and they are crushed without a scratch. Precisely worthy of being called the Demon King, it can be considered the most powerful ability.

However, in reality (NTR) can only be used if the target is an earthly attribute. Besides, there are almost no magicians who use earth-attributed magic in battle. In essence, the only opponent I can double is one of the 12 attributes, the earthly attribute, and the Warcraft exclusive.

... Yes. "NTR" is a very unversatile technique that can only be used under extremely limited circumstances.

In fact, even if I completely ignored the circumstance that since I left the land of earthquake, restrictions have been placed on the use of the magic guide because of the danger of discovery, I have not encountered a single phase in which NTR can be used. All the opponents I fought were the ones who didn't work for NTR.

If you put it in an understandable and very extreme way, I mean I'm just a human being, in most fights, a little different from people, who can use dirt magic guidance. In this sense, it is often no different from the monkeys in the example of flying stone. Of course, I have such ancillary elements as a huge total amount of magic and super enhancement of my senses. But even they have stone armor that will disable magic. Speaking of irregularities, they're both similar.

I was once afraid of the appearance of the Flame Bicorn, and I was never frightened of rumors for no reason. Depending on the nature of his fire demon guidance of turning a belt into a sea of fire, "even if I'm serious about using demon guidance," because there was a chance of losing.

Yes, it is. I've been able to use my abilities quite a bit. Even now, depending on the compatibility of those abilities, I could even lose to those warcraft there.

Is this the power of the Demon King of Ruin to destroy the world?

- What the hell is a demon king of ruin?

In that way, it seems to me that it was overdone meals in a sense that there were only warcraft of earthly attributes in the first subpoenaed land that could maximize the power of the (NTR). Had it not been for that stack of spectacular combat experience in that special environment, I would have barely even gotten the chance to be aware of my abilities.

Is it really a good thing that you simply cleaned this up as a matter of bias or luck in my talent? Why don't we just overlook something important?

Mm-hmm. I don't know.

The more I think about it, the deeper the mystery is with regard to the Magic King.

Yes, it is. There is the biggest miscalculation that this world too sparta against me, the King of Magic, would not have assumed at all.

Too sweet for me, buddy (Gore) exists.

My death flag alongside me is almost like this guy is busting me alone.

If there wasn't a kind golem next to me right now that I don't have to worry about,

Just thinking makes my spine cold.

In that case, how many times have I been dead...?

Sitting next to me, I looked at my dear partner.

She's not well yet.

That's probably the first time I've been in a row with Bishibashi. They've pretty much stuck to this guy's tofu mentality.

I was gentle with my unwell partner's back.

Get well soon, Gore.

And, please, don't call me a cow anymore.

------

Gore gradually recovered as he did his back.

Relaxing on the couch, I had finished my service drink and was about to have some spare time.

Just then, one young man approached looking like an official of the association.

He is a man with a clean set of hair and looks serious.

"Dear Nemaki Dasai, right?

"Ah, yes. Yes..."

"I picked you up. Please accompany me to the practice exam venue."

"Practical exam, is it?

Wasn't the entrance exam a written exam (paper test)? As far as the letters suck, it's like a relief as far as I'm concerned, for not knowing what to do, and vice versa, I feel more anxious.

Shall I ask this man what kind of exam? It's okay to ask Bezu, right?

"Um, what the hell do you do with practical exams? If I can't tell you, I'd like you to tell me..."

"Yes, please wait a moment"

The official man began to turn all over the material at hand.

"In the case of Master Dasai, you are using the golem...... Oh, but this is a practical exam in the special recommendation frame by the executive authority of Master Madis and the Branch Manager, so, yeah..."

He's turning the paperwork.

From this appearance, perhaps because of Baba's go-rigging membership of abuse of power, they are forced to go through procedures that they would not normally do at all.

I'm so sorry. I felt sincere sympathy for the staff.

His hand, which was turning the papers, stopped perfectly.

"Oh, I get it! You will have a special examiner's light golem and a game in action."

"Match in the Golem, is it?"

The point is, is it a golem gay?

If so, would there be eyes for passing?

However, I am concerned about the fact that he is a special examiner. Whatever, it's special.

I watched my partner's strongest elf golem.

Gore, who has not been able to recover from mental damage, still looks a little out of tune.

It's completely small and quiet.

If that special examiner was something like Guinem's top compatible, it might be a little dangerous in this condition. If Mukimki's Berserker Dodo Golem Legion ever comes out, let's give up and honestly abstain before Gore gets hurt.

You must have noticed my anxious look, a male employee smiled and started explaining.

"It's okay, don't worry. This exam is almost ritual. A special examiner is just a handyman among his staff."

"What, really?

"Yes. Special only means different from the normal appointment procedure. Instead, it's easy to add your hands and minds to the exam as much as the freedom of discretion works here."

"What, is that what you mean... I said something special, so I was scared in vain that someone would come out."

"Pfft. I'm sorry. Perhaps if it were today, around our section chief would be dealing with you. So you need to worry about Dasai too..."

At this time, the staff member who explained suddenly greeted him.

Suddenly a large number of men broke in, pushing him away.

At the heart of it is one fat, old man.

He wears a large number of rings on his fingers and a large number of accessories on his thick neck.

"... Hey! Are you Madis' new apprentice?

The man who said that in a transgressive manner, he glanced back at me.

It's kind of like talking to me about this metaphor.

... but I ignored it.

The employee's brother, pushed by these assholes, was about to fall, so he gently stopped holding him. It's not about the asshole's opponent.

"Oops, were you okay?

"Wow, excuse me, Master Dasai. It's okay."

Your brother is frightened in my chest.

This, if my rep was a female employee, would have been a divine development...

An obese old man, ignored, yelled in a grumpy manner.

"Hey, why don't you just reply! Young people don't know how to be polite these days."

I'm crazy about this attitude, too.

"What? You're probably the ones being disrespectful. First we bow our heads and name them."

"What...!?"

You didn't anticipate this reaction of mine, the old man peeled his eyes off for a moment.

For some reason, the surrounding people are turning around.

But the obese old man quickly returned to his great face and gave him a rough tongue.

"Shit. When I heard about Madis' new apprentice, I came here to see his face... What a disrespectful young man. That's the apprentice of that mountain monkey."

Or who is it, Madis?

I don't know him like that. Isn't he different from someone else?

...... hmm? Madis?

That name……. I feel like I've seen it somewhere before...

Where the hell was it......

No, I can't remember.

Well, fine. Anyway, I don't like this guy. You said you were abusive to a friendly employee's brother.

Don't think they'll honor me unconditionally just because I'm an old man, okay? I'll take care of the old man, but I can't forgive the annoying kid who's just eating old.

Even our baba is more courteous than this one. At least, Baba doesn't ramble on anyone except when scolding him.

Well, even so, I'm a peaceful gentleman on this street. Just because I don't personally like them doesn't mean I do anything special......

Speaking of which, to what extent does this make my attitude slightly worse?

An employee's brother has struck me as harmless to humans and animals.

"It's no good, Master Dasai. This man is a Demaraan, and he is a heavy town of our association. As an officer, he is one of the oldest ginseng, and his Demaranese leadership is a particularly large faction within the association. Anyway, in case you get a glimpse of it, Master Dasai will trouble you later..."

Is his name Demaraan? I don't like the attitude as well as even the name.

Somehow, doesn't it sound similar to Zaylane?

Damn, the guy whose name is “n” at the end of the other world is shit, without exception. Let's add this information to my dictionary.

"Hmm. This guy doesn't matter because I'm not a member of the association."

"What are you talking about swallowing! Master Dasai will be joining us today!

"No, well, sure, that's..."

The clerk's sharp scratch got in.

Trouble is, I got a puffy head.

Demaraan, who was watching me and the staff interact, looked unexpected.

"What a disciple of Madis. Why don't you join the club yet?"

"! Yes, it is, Master Demaraan. Master Dasai must take the practical exam immediately after this. Sorry, excuse me for once..."

Hi, it looks like this employee's brother is trying to keep me away from the Demaraans.

Oh, my God, you're too good a person...

My liking for my brother has exploded. If I was his junior rookie OL, I'd be totally in love with the scene.

But Demaraan's asshole, he didn't back down.

"What, you say it's a practical exam?

Saying so, he quickly snatched the paperwork the employee's brother had in his hand. It is an agility that does not suit your body shape.

"Ah, Demaraan Master, I'm in trouble......!

Your brother tried to retrieve the paperwork, but his surroundings prevented him from doing so.

Demaraan, who had been reading the documents he had taken for some time, eventually raised his face and took an exaggerated sigh.

"Ha, I see. My belly is that I should add a practical exam to the special recommendation frame for two officers to screw my apprentice to a senior member in one shot? I never thought I'd use this tangled hand again...... That's exactly what that smart little bitch is going to do."

Demaraan vomits words of indignation in abomination.

But I felt a little uncomfortable with the reaction of this old man.

At this time, he was angry with his mouth, but for some reason he had a nasty grin on his face.

I kind of had a bad feeling about it.

"... hey, look at this. Apprentice of Madis"

Demaraan, laughing at it, showed us the paperwork he had in his hand.

The thick finger gives a sentence in the paperwork.

"Damn, it says here, huh? This“ special examiner "seems like anyone can be appointed by the board..."

Demaraan said so, throwing away a bunch of paperwork in a mess.

A split piece of paper splashes across the floor.

He laughed, shouting all over the lobby, exalting himself.

"Welcome, disciple of Madis! Let's appoint this great disciple of mine as his special examiner!