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

"The Study of Golem's Sovereign Prints and their Application to the Magic Formation - by Teteo Madis"

I remember.

I do remember this book.

I saw this guy not long after I was summoned.

Not yet, before I met Gore... exactly, the day I generated Gore.

I didn't know how to generate a golem that wouldn't collapse. I fished for a golem-related book, depending on the allowance for the study of Lübeu Zailaine, the summoner.

The only book I found there was this one.

I can't help but remember what I've never been able to do. At that time, it was too difficult to read the contents, and I was passing through this book. Anyway, back then, I didn't even know that the word "enemy print” meant the Golem's forehead print (sensor).

I didn't expect to come across this book again here.

And most importantly, the author of this book, which Lübeu Zailaine should have read.

Teteo Madis is alive, and now he's right in front of me.

What a roundabout.

But if you think about it, it's not like Lübeu Zailain and a long time ago. It would naturally not be the right age because I was as good as playing teacher Speria's master. But if I didn't summon my life for what it cost, it would be more than likely that I was normally old enough to live.

No wonder he was reading Grandma Tete's work.

I turned the thick book in my hand.

The translation is still bugging me and I can't read the content.

Compared to when I read it before, I also feel that the translation eats a lot of worms. Either way, it's impossible to understand the contents of this...

"Oh, you're pulling out a book I miss a lot, aren't you?

Suddenly, Grandma Tete from the side, all the way out.

"Whoa! Granny!?"

My heart bounced and I accidentally glanced.

"... what are you talking about?"

"No, I'm sorry. I'm just surprised it's suddenly coming out."

Tastes bad. This old lady has a good mind. Poor reckoning could give you an unexpected borough.

"Eh...... What the hell does nostalgia mean? Is this book something you wrote quite a while back?

In the meantime, let's change the subject.

"I wrote this one before the Great War, when I was still living in Imperial City. It's been over 40 years."

"Uh, 40 years? It's a book with the year in it..."

If you ask me, it's an old book for the ages.

Although the book I saw in the basin was influenced by preservation magic, it didn't make me feel as ancient as it was.

I saw an old lady next door with a faint look.

Ugh...... You're obviously suspicious, Granny......

Nevertheless. I've been wary reflexively because there's something about the Demon King of ruin, too, but if you think about it calmly, you don't actually feel that way.

Just because Zaylan was reading her grandmother's book doesn't mean they're related.

So much so that Zaylane, a super-great-looking title, such as the Great Mage of the Court, deliberately held the book in his final habitat. Although it seems almost certain that Grandma Tete is a competent scholar.

Whatever the person's background or social status, Grandma Tete is Grandma Tete. The way I treat you, I won't change anything.

... No, wait.

No way, because I read this book by my grandmother, Zaylan's asshole flickered my summons ceremony, how dare you!?

Whoa. In case that's the case, isn't this Baba the root of all the evils!

"... what are those defiant eyes?

"Hey, nothing"

Hmm. Again, whatever your social status, Baba is Baba.

Of course, in the evil, frantic monster fucking Baba sense of abusing rotten power in the power of evil and bringing chaos and disaster to the world and to me.

"... Speaking of which, are we done installing the recording tablet yet?

I let my eyes swim toward the study desk, as Grandma Tete's gaze turned away.

The fact that Grandma Tete came to me this way, I wonder if the work has already been done.

But for that, there's no way Gore's coming back.

Usually when I'm done helping Grandma Tete, she runs up to me with her elf ears moving.

"Oh, while you were playing on the bookshelf in your spare time, all the installation work was done. Now Goletalu is going to the kitchen to boil me some tea"

"I see, so you don't see him"

Still, you had a lot of thorns the way you put it now, granny?

It's not like I was enjoying my elegant study life.

Grandma Tete stared at me like that.

"Damn, when Goletalu suddenly disappeared earlier, I thought something was up. Besides, after that, I'll snap at you and I won't be able to leave. Thanks to you, I have to go into the study with you..."

"Yes, no, maybe that's not the supervisory responsibility of the grandmother you were with? Don't stare at me so much..."

"What do you say? You're probably the reason why she's in such a rush."

"Dude, that would be wet on a boulder...... I mean, why shouldn't I be in the study in the first place? Even though Gore is in there normally with help."

Is it bad for me to know?

Maybe Grandma Tete's serious secret is hidden in this study.

I'm a good detective. I'm a good reasoning detective.

But Grandma Tete replied, even with a natural face.

"'Cause if I put you in my study, I'd definitely mess around with the book, the recording tablet. Like a baby who puts anything in her mouth..."

"Become!? Gu, gu...!

This, this Baba, is missing something to say......!

But that's certainly true. You can't say anything back.

This baba is going to completely discern my nature.

I gently put Grandma Tete's book back on the shelf, which I borrowed out of interest.

As I returned the book, once again, I looked at Grandma Tete's study.

It's a room filled with tons of books.

Instead, it is tidy. Grandma Tete likes to be beautiful.

Reminds me from this sight, after all, of the study of the lair of Lübeu Zailaine. Sometimes it's a similar scholar's study, the general atmosphere is similar.

The amount of books is more or less similar.

Nevertheless, the amount of the book itself is still the same, but looking at it this way, Grandma Tete feels more like a lab than a study.

Why did I have the impression in my grandmother's study that it was a lab?

… the reason is precisely the existence of a “recording tablet".

A few set up in the study, like a blue and white laptop, this tablet.

At present, at its centre, there is one that would have been newly installed by Gore and his grandmother.

I don't know what these guys are...

It's exactly like a computer.

From the tablet installed on the desk, like a display in the air, a glowing string is displayed. The impression I see is that it really feels like a near-future laptop.

Well, it's about a tablet. The material seems to be only stone.

Somehow, from the apparent civilizational level of this world, it floats blatantly.

This demonic object called the Record Stone Plate seems to be a kind of "ancient magic tool”.

To sum up what I heard on the carriage back home from my grandmother, thank you. This guy looks like a magic tool capable of recording and viewing data, all sorts of calculations, etc.

Exactly, it's a computer.

The input is a touch panel type method. I don't know the specs well, but functionally it looks like an extremely simple object for a stand-alone. At least, the original world computer would be better off in a user-friendly way.

This guy can write a huge amount of data, but because it takes the form of "carving a record inside a stone”, even if the data is modified, there will always be the original record.

Once you write it down, the evidence never disappears.

This point is clearly different in nature from the original world electronic data.

Consequently, its use goes beyond mere use by researchers like Granny. They are always used when public authorities, such as bureaux, keep important records.

"... but ancient artifacts are a mess. Regardless of the fact that there's more than one in Grandma's study, there's usually one in the bureau or something, what's this recording tablet? I thought it was something more rare."

Ancient artifacts. But the bald tale was that many of them lost their manipulation as well, and very little magic equipment was out there.

But there were only a few of them at Dundee's, but this recording tablet looked like it was coming in once. Nevertheless, I feel that the Dundee Shop itself is probably a fairly high level of variety among the Alavi clan.

"Among ancient monsters, this recording tablet is a little special."

"... special?

"Unlike many other ancient artifacts, recording tablets exist. It takes a lot of work, but it can be produced properly. Well, of course, it's not a lot of products, and the price is high enough to pop up."

"Heh, can you produce? This pussy... the recording tablet."

No, I almost accidentally misstated it, but when it does, you're really squirming on the computer, this guy.

That's where I thought of it.

It doesn't play from my dictionary translation, it's about some computer terms.

No way, this guy.

Wasn't the cause the existence of this recording tablet...?

If the contents are so similar, there must naturally be a part of this recording slab that uses concepts that overlap with computers.

And on the contrary, it is also convincing that online terms are mostly bounced off the translation. This guy doesn't have internet capability.

I don't know, it's like an au part...

No way, a computer is in a world of swords and magic.

Well, even when it comes to this world, the sword and the magic world, the sword is broken by the fist of the golem, and the magic is played lightly on the surface of the golem...

I looked out at the ancient computers of the near future, displaying many glowing screens in the study in the air.

On this street, there are several recording stone slabs in this room.

For once, it seems that the recording tablets here can form local networked objects with each other. I can't do the internet, but I guess it has some kind of built-in communication capability.

"... but Grandma, why are you buying so many pompous, recording tablets? This has a lot of data capacity. Still not enough?

"Hmm? Oh, I don't mind one. In my case, it separates work from pure records. If you're a researcher like me, some people use it that way. Every researcher thinks that they want to keep their research results in a decent way forever."

"Heh. When you record it on this guy, does it last that long?

"The original role of the recording tablet, as its name suggests, is" recording. ”The information I let this stone record for thousands of years... No, if you do poorly, you'll have it for tens of thousands of years. It doesn't matter if the world dies."

"Seriously. What do you care? It's more amazing than a computer..."

However, as far as explanations are concerned, the recording slab appears to be a special type of stone in terms of material. Besides, the data is engraved inside the stone. There really is an atmosphere that seems to work for thousands of years.

It would be an analogy to things that it's okay for the world to perish on boulders...

Grandma Tete, who heard what I said, gave me a strange look.

"Hmm? What... Pasukon?

Oh, it looks like my computer didn't translate.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry. It was in my hometown, the name of a similar demonic prop. It'll break soon, and in that sense, it's much more shoddy than a recording tablet."

Computer terminology has a good chance of going through the translation, but the "computer" itself gets played lightly. Absolutely, it is a difficult translation ability.

Well, even though it's similar to a lot of things, the computer and the recording tablet itself are completely separate. I can't help this.

------

As I talked to my grandmother, the study door quietly opened.

And Gore came into the study with his drink in a basin.

She sat moist next to me with her legs together and started preparing for the tea party.

Grandma Tete, who was watching how it went, said with a face like she remembered.

"That's right. But there must have been some tea treats for you. It's time to eat anyway... I'll get it."

Quickly, though, Grandma stood up quickly and left the study.

Not at all. She is a light granny in footwork.

With Gore, he was left in a pompous study.

She offers me a drink gently.

Take it, I tried to keep my mouth shut.

Oh? I thought it was the usual bean tea, but my drink is warm goat milk.

Take a sip, it's slightly sweet.

Is there anything, even honey, mixed?

Speaking of which, early on home, I forgot because of the cranberry apple kids being born, Gore blowing up the front door, and all the incidents, but I just got back from a long journey. Walking and tired body, milk and this sweetness is very comfortable. It seems to gently creep into your body.

The Gore one, did you bother to change the type of drink for me, tired?

This guy always sees my fine changes and worries me. Even I said I wasn't aware of fatigue or anything until this moment myself...

"Ugh... Thank you, Gore. You're so sweet."

I held Gore gently with my trembling hands.

"I'm sorry I thought you were a bad kid earlier... I'm so sorry..."

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Gore.

I was shallow. You are still the kindest and best girl in the world.

All of a sudden Gore was moving his hand that he was having a little panic at first, but eventually, he slowly hugged him back.

From that body comes a slight little heat.

In this way, I lightly ignored all of Gore's problematic behavior, which begins with the front door blowing.

... Yes. I didn't know what to do, it was sweet on Gore.

------

I drank the milk of the goat slowly as I put Gore on my lap, who was two in the study in the Chamber of Secrets and would hug me when I did it sticky. Sweet.

At the other desk, the aerial display of the recording tablet is glowing like a chicken.

Staring at the brightness of the blue and white light, I was remembering what Grandma Tete said earlier.

"A massive amount of information engraved in stone, thousands, thousands of years. Even if the world dies..."

Half the time, the recording tablet.

Besides, I can't believe a lot of researchers and officials have this stuff around.

Well, it's got to be weirdly more technical than it looks, this world.

Ha. But when it does, one thing catches on.

"Hey Gore.... Was there a recording tablet in Zaylane's study?

Gore stared back at me with a decent face.

This feels like you don't remember.

"... Well, you don't remember"

I sneezed Gore's head in confusion.

This guy was in Zaylane's study, always looking at my face with cancer. I wouldn't be looking seriously at what's going on inside the study in the first place.

Anyway, if I remember correctly, I don't think there was a record tablet in Zaylane's study.

He is such a transcendental elite as the Great Mage of the Court, and he seemed to have written many books. The study desk also had blueprints for the sorcery team, or signs that it had been doing research until just before. One or two of the computers, although it seems like it would be good to keep them.

"Other than that, you didn't put a single recording tablet in the other room of the safe house, or in the cave of the Great Rock Door where Zaylane's white bone body was, did you?

I wonder if he was surprisingly poor after all......

I'm listening to what I'm thinking, with Gore sticking his long ears out.

The desire to diligently understand the story is conveyed with a hint.

Even when listening to people other than me, at least with this 1% seriousness, the story goes a little smoother......

I watched serious gore eyes and long eyelashes, and I realized.

"Oh, well. Speaking of which, you don't know what they say about the Great Rock Door Cave..."

The Gore one, he's got a strange look.

As a matter of fact, my summons and the generation of Gore have a few days of time lag. I don't know anything about Gotagota right after the summons. Because we've been acting together all this time in this world, and I'm alarmed, I tend to illusion you as if you and I have come to this world amicably.

Right, let me explain something to you.

I slowly put warm, sweet milk in my mouth. And he began his commentary on the cave of the Great Rock Door to Gore, who was sitting face-to-face on his knees.

"Look, Gore, remember? In the basin of examples, the summoning magic team I came to. When I was hunting for fruit, I would have shown it to you once. Actually, there's a weird stone cave on that cliff on the north side made by Zailane..."

"Zaylane? Nemaki, how do you know Zaylane?

Soon Granny Tete's face was right next to mine.

"BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!?"

The milk in his mouth erupted in abundance.

My hot milk-wrapped gore turned upside down, cloudy, frightened and cramped.

But not now.

"Been, Bye, Bye!? Why are you here??

"Why, that would be decided because it's my study. What are you talking about..."

"Yes, how long have you been...?

"Around where Zaylane was talking to Goletalu as you twisted your hips on his lap."

So you're the last one?

Then we haven't talked about anything strange, have we?

"So? Now answer my question, too. Zailane. Hey, you must mean Lübeu Zailane. Are you acquainted with Zaylane's boy?

"Yes, no... that's..."

This mouthful, apparently Grandma Tete knew about Zaylane, too.

But what do we do?

Do you want to tell Grandma the truth?

Truth is, now that I know I've been summoned from another world, I honestly don't think this grandmother Tundele will hand us over to the government constitution. Instead, I even feel like trying to protect us.

But is it really a good thing that you've got her into my situation in a state where you know nothing about the details, dangers, or anything about the Demon King of Ruin?

At least if it was after I found out a little more... I bit my lips off.

"Actually...... I've read a book about magic before, written by a guy named Zailane. It was a really easy book to understand."

………… Yeah. Zaylane's kid got a primer? It's his first ear. "

"Don't you know? It's called Introduction to Magic."

"Well, that's the title of the Empire's official magic book. I didn't know Zailane's boy had become a writer. Well, it was a long time ago when I met him, and then I guess I wrote a lot about him."

Have you seen Zaylane?

Oh, my God. Grandma Tete, you have direct knowledge with the Zailane bastards!

Or, Grandma has been calling Zaylane a "kid" since earlier. This old lady, what if she's older than Zaylane? What the hell time have you been doing Baba??

Nevertheless, it is rude to ask the lady how old she is.

If I were to ask a question in this case, I would rather be of Zailane's age.

"Hey, Granny. How many Lübeu Zailains are you?

"When I first met him, he only said he was 21... If I were alive right now, I'd probably be about 70."

"Well, you're still quite a grandfather."

Well, the actual age of death should probably be younger.

Nevertheless, when we can ask questions about guys like this, more and more questions arise.

"Hey, what the hell was Zaylane like? What does Grandma have to do with Zaylane?

"Oh, I'm gonna eat you, you."

She was a teeter to my momentum, but I coughed her up once lightly.

"... I don't know that much about you either, do I? Instead, because his master and I were at the same door, we just hung out with him a couple of times, and he was a disciple. After that, I left the capital and pulled myself into it. I don't even know what's going on right now."

"I see, well..."

Grandma and Zaylane didn't seem that deeply related.

Would it feel like a horizontal connection between peers?

"What a Zailain boy was like, hey...... Well, I think he was a big, serious guy, huh? He was extraordinarily brilliant, but he didn't have any particular talent on his nose..."

Oh, come on, grandma. Your eyes are a pit!

He's a crazy, crazy psycho bastard who thinks about destroying the world at the bottom of his belly!

"Serious good guy? That can't be right. Don't you have more, like, Zaylane scum episodes!?"

"Huh? What are you peeling at? Oh, no, have you heard from his master that he's in love with his young daughter in the same lab? But that also seemed like a smiling serious relationship... Especially not a floating story."

"What is that, are you kidding me!?"

Yep! What a rear charge, Zaylane's shit! I'm forced to live in a different world with old men, bastards, toddlers and babas!

Yu, I can't forgive you. Seriously, I can't forgive you.

My anger voltage against Zaylane was about to reach MAX.

Grandma Tete has spoken to me, shaking my shoulders with anger.

"Hey Nemaki... hey, are you listening?

"What the fuck? I'm busy quenching my anger at motherfuckers right now."

"I don't know how you feel... Wouldn't it be better if we did something about Goletalu than that?

"Huh...?

If you look, Gore, clouded by milk puffing, lies neatly on the floor.

The eyes were stained pink.

And shit! I'm sorry, Gore, I'll wipe you now!

------

After Grandma Tete's study, Gore and I went out into the mansion yard.

The milk of the goat that I've smashed is beautifully wiped.

This guy's body originally plays dirt, so in this case, you just need to wipe it off. Very helpful.

As I was walking in the sunny garden, I noticed a mixture of leeches among the chickens on the ground.

Did you hatch while you were going to the clan capital?

Yellow, round, fluffy.

"That's cute."

Fresh-born life sounds really cute.

The leopards are as adorable as the cranberry apple children.

"... Oh yeah!

At this point, when I came up with something, I shook Gore's hand.

Gore, suddenly holding his hand, glanced at Kakun and laid back.

……

What the hell is this guy, now he was in the position of, like, trying to penetrate a bunch of chickens...

Well, fine.

"Gore, I want to show you something. Follow me."

I pulled her hand and ran out.

Let's show your buddy the cranberry apple sprouts.

You'll be surprised.

This guy loves that fruit, too.

If you find out the basin garden tip is full of young buds by now, you must be absolutely delighted.

Around, the bright sun is pouring down.

As the two of them ran hand in hand, they shook back the hand that Gore had connected to the lid.

Her hair, crisply white and long, is rippled to dance.

Its red ball-colored iris sparkled like a jewel.