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

"Hey, you're almost settled in there."

Sounds good, sounds loud.

Jambila ran back from the top of the hill to see what was going on inside.

He jumped over one of the bodies of an enemy archer who was falling on his way as he ran towards this side of the hill slope.

It's a brilliant leap forward.

If it were the original world, even Olympians wouldn't be able to do this.

While I was impressed that way, Jambila arrived in front of me. The big young man, shaking his red hair, opened his mouth without a single breath.

"Looking at you, I feel like I'm already hunting the rest of the party."

"I don't need your help. Really?

Jambila laughed bitterly at this question of mine.

"Oh, I don't need it. I don't need it. Instead, it was too one-sided. I'm sorry about the thief."

"Oh well... Well, I guess so."

Considering the passage of time, the herd of turtles that gnawed in front of the main entrance would have already been almost expelled.

Then the only remaining enemies are those who look like guerrilla troops that remain on the east, west and north slopes of the interior... It is the cavalry and a very small number of magicians who make up them. Whatever you think, you can't beat a bunch of unleashed golem users.

Even more decisive is the fact that I almost wiped out the chariot, a tank that I think was the key to the golem against in that guerrilla force, by myself...

For the enemy, reversal from here is no longer possible.

As Jambila said earlier, it was not difficult to imagine that future fights would present a one-sided remnant hunt by the inside.

At this time, Jambila looked like she had come up with something.

"Oh, yeah. I don't care if you join us now, maybe you won't make it. Are we the ones who wipe out the worms?

"Exterminate? I don't mind that... but what bug?

"See, the spidery bugs in the forest of the temple" Here. "Those guys were busted by Goletalu earlier. There's plenty of carcasses rolling around in the other field, but that doesn't wipe them out."

"Well, is that bug still in the woods... I totally forgot."

"Maybe 80% of them still survive, don't they? In other words, the Golem would have a better grasp of the Nemaki than I do."

"Uh..."

I give an ambiguous response.

Muscle. I'm sorry I betrayed my expectations, but I can't share any radar information with my partner Golem for religious reasons.

He gazed and looked at the temple grove.

I can't use topsoil enemies, and now I'm out of sensory enhancement by demon guidance. But even I in such a vegan state somehow felt signs of stirring in the woods when I was doing this. There must be countless spiders in that darkness.

In the textbook commentary, however, many of the worms talked about predatory, in short, carnivorous organisms eating live bait. How the hell are the large numbers of insects that have now left the brainwashing control by worm users and have been released near humans going to behave according to their instincts in the future?

There is something horrible to imagine.

"That's why we'll clean it up early. My endil is damaged, but if it's enough to crush all those little" chicks "worms, it's not like that. Even you and this Goletalu..."

I was about to tell you, Jambila peeked into the gore of the state held by me.

"That, Goletalu... You can still fight for once, right?

They told me, I saw Gore too.

Speaking of her in question, she's still admiring baby returns. He's happily chewing the bandage small with his face nodded to my chest.

"... and naturally. My gore can still go at all. I'm just resting for a little while right now, getting ready for battle."

I answered that in the honor of my partner.

Actually, I'm not entirely sure if I can fight baby mode gore etc......

If I had to, I'd be a mom, and I'd probably have to keep my baby gore in my arms, work alone, and get rid of bugs with an axe.

But it's okay, I want you to feel safe. Sure, that's a very difficult task, but all the world's mothers are doing fine. Then I'll try my best to do both baby-care and day-to-day work.

"Both of you, hang on a second."

Asetu, who was quietly repairing a single corner, looked up and joined the conversation for the first time here.

"You should stop exorcising spiders. Look, look at that one."

The boy who said so pointed over a field a little further away.

There's one example spider carcass rolling around.

Only the torso is about the size of a dog or cat, a strange spider with a purple and white pattern. Was he hit by Gore, or the impact of the fall, or he was out of breath in such a way that his body would crumble.

"What's wrong with that one? There's just one spider dead... hmm?

If you look closely, something like yellow fluid seems to be leaking out of the area around the torso of the crushed spider. There was white smoke rising in the air, like volatilization from that liquid.

I think the fact that you can see it even at this distance is pretty flashy smoke.

What the hell, that.

"... you have a strange smoke"

"Well, maybe it's poison."

"Poison? Seriously. Is it poisonous gums, those guys"

"Yeah. Because that hand poison is powerful in interpersonal, but it hardly helps if you're a golem opponent...... So I guess the enemy didn't use that spider to attack the inside, but kept it in the woods until the end."

That's what I said, Acetu, went on with a difficult face.

"It just doesn't poison the golem, but if I smash that one in large quantities, the venom will scatter and it could affect the trees and soil of the forest...... Goletalu must have crushed quite a few earlier, and this is no good."

"Sure, that's not good."

I wore an arm wrap with a sinister look.

If the forest dries up, it won't be a bit spicy.

I guess the temple grove is like a shrine forest in short. I have already hurt quite a bit in battle the important places that are the subject of the faith of such foster people. Plus, on the day I expanded the unwanted damage by doing bug extermination and so on with me, an innocent kindergarten child, and Jambila's asshole tag, a cerebral muscle kindergarten child... We must have been slapped with canes by Grandma Tete back inside.

No, in the first place, what Grandma Tete would have done was definitive at a time when she had been entrusted with her absence.

Thinking so far, the movement of my hand, which was stroking my jaw while arming, stopped perfectly.

"Ya suck...... My grandmother will kill me..."

Acetu and Jambila snapped their necks at me, sweating gently with a blue face.

"What? What are you talking about, Nemaki"

"That's right. Why is Brother Nemaki being caged by a teacher?

I answered both questions with a weak voice when I was a dying hamster.

"Actually, I... Grandma Tete was asking me to talk about the inside while I was away... Yet if you open the lid, there's a big fire inside while Grandma's away, the fields are trampled by tanks and torn to tears, besides the Gore stuck to the shrine, the worst state of an irrepressible pest swaddle..."

"Brother, you're turning your voice upside down. Calm down?"

"And die...... This malfunction, undoubtedly the worst level of wand attack ever...... Then surely death is all that remains..."

"Brother, it's okay, calm down, okay? Right?"

"Hey Nemaki, are you okay?

"It's not okay at all...... I'm sure I'll be Baba's drum within a few days and die in a live house enthusiasm as I carve a flashy beat in my brain..."

When I was groaning with my vain eyes, a soft white hand gently hit my cheek on the sieve.

Gore's hand.

Look, the gore in my arm, stroking my cheek, staring worryingly at me.

My partner's one, did he return from toddler regression at some point?

No. On a good look, you're still shaving your bandage... Maybe the baby's not healed yet.

"Hey Gore. My bandages, they taste so good?

Of course she answers nothing. He just looks at my face satisfied with the bandage in his mouth. The way it looks is like I want to be held by me for the rest of my life and shave a delicious bandage, but I just don't say it.

I don't feel good as it is.

………… Maybe it's just the cloth, so it's time to stop shaving. "

I pulled the bandage out of Gore's mouth mercilessly.

With her seemingly unfortunate eyes, she stares at the edge of my bandage at hand.

"No, even if you look like that, you can't have anything you can't..."

Jambila opened her mouth as she scratched her head as she watched us with her face.

"I don't know, Nemaki. I don't think you need to worry about Grandma Tete. You're the only one who thinks you've done some amazing things this time. Modestly, you're a hero in there."

I cried out in tears at the whispering voice of Jambila.

"Asshole or muscle! Does that have anything to do with that old lady! You can say such casual things because you don't know how unreasonable our fucking Baba hit (...) against me!

"Uh, yeah? I think you've been working hard... I mean, if it wasn't for Nemaki, maybe the inside would be devastated by now. If you're a wand like that, I can't believe I'm not very active."

The said muscles opened their eyes as they were and stiffened.

"Oh, yeah, you can... Me, there's nothing perfectly good about this one... Grandma Tete will kill you..."

From the face of Jambila, who had a good blood colour, he loses his lukewarm vibe.

"Yabe, yabe... Weird Mukade can't defeat him on his own and Nemaki is helping him, and even that masked bastard hasn't let a single blow in after all. Instead, we'll take Goletalu and let Endil run into the temple forest with us..."

"Oh, man. Jambila, are you okay?

Obviously there's something wrong with the muscles. His complexion is terrible, and his body, which is big and successful, rounds his back and looks like he's kind of gotten smaller all the time.

"Duh, what shall I do? I don't know what kind of horrible eyes my grandmother would see..."

Seeing, his eyes, which were tough, had been moistened like a baby.

Come on, give me a break. You're gonna be a baby till this guy? We already have an infant gore. Suddenly it's too much for me to take care of my two children.

"No, Jambila, you don't have to be so frightened, do you? Unlike me, if you're sturdy, it's a big deal when my grandmother turns you around..."

A tearful jambilla screamed at me when I almost told her to tell me.

"Asshole, Nemaki! You don't know how bad Grandma Tete really is, so you can say something casual! Ever since I was half-killed for being a bad kid, only that ghost Baba has never raised his head!

I don't know what kind of crying sounds like anymore. This unusual fright in the muscles is clearly a symptom of PTSD.

Granny, what the hell have you done to this guy in the past...

I asked my neighbor Asetu for help.

"Hey, acetu. Tell Jambila something from you too. This guy's gonna be a little useless."

But never heard back from the boy.

"... hmm? Acetu?"

Turning next door, Acetu is nagging and whining about something bumpy.

"Yes, I am... I was scared... Me, and more importantly, on the guard's day of duty, I let the bugs break into the interior... Besides, I can't believe I left almost all my strong enemies to my brother. If my teacher knew about this..."

At last Acetu moistened his eyes and trembled slightly.

"I'm sure they'll make me do the rough training" Oh Shigeji "... No, I just don't want to do that hell-like training of a teacher again..."

The voice of Acetu, who grabbed the sleeve of my clothes and trembled, was in complete tears at the end.

What do you mean? Is it true that even this brilliant young man has been seriously traumatized by Baba?

How deep is that Baba business? I can't see the bottom.

Looking at Acetu and Jambila, frightened like small animals, it kind of creeped up in my mind that my anger towards Baba was twofold.

I can't forgive you. I'll never forgive you, you fucking baba.

I can still forgive my wand.

In a rough case, well, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

But all this time, it's a different story. You scared my sweet little brother and my sweet macchio so far.

No longer, the limits of patience. As their friend, I lost my temper. Until now, I've looked heavily at you because you're old, but I can't forgive you for another piece of it. I have no mercy.

I grabbed my fist and screamed with fierce rage that burned.

"Don't worry, both of you! My righteous heart will no longer tolerate that Baba's further atrocities! As the responsibility of the chairman of The Baba Wand Victims' Society, let's swear here to brilliantly shatter the corrupt evil heart of fucking Baba and correct it to the path of a clean and righteous old man!

My voice emits a proclamation of Baba re-education.

It was a magnificent hot valve given by Abraham Lincoln and featuring Gettysburg's famous speech.

Gore is looking up at me like that from the inside of my arm.

Her deep red eyes sparkled as if they were fans watching the admiring stars on stage.

Absolutely normal operation.

He's an avid believer in my speech. This has been the case since the Basin Age.

But aside from the normal driving gore, I felt a great deal uncomfortable with the air in the surrounding area.

There's something strange about Acetu and Jambila.

…… What's up, you guys? "

No reply. The wheat-skinned boy and the red-haired young man are hardened as if time had stopped.

You two keep staring at my face... no, subtly different direction of sight? It's like even the hills behind me and Gore that shouldn't have anything to watch.

"What? Could we both be touched by my speech and can't move?

It is a somewhat unexpected reaction. If things were going well with these guys, I was probably wondering if Jambila would be able to twitch something and the acetu on the other hand would just shut up and have a tender look like a sister watching over a smiling elementary school student.

I twisted my neck, that's exactly when it happened.

A familiar, squeamish and dosty voice echoed from behind.

"... ho? This is another very nice speech."

And there was a cold sweat in my spine.

I looked back slowly with a bloody face.

A long figure stands at the foot of the low hill, Foothill.

It's just a long, thin shadow for two humans.

There it is, shaped like a shoulder car, with a human being carried by the Golem.

I know about that brown golem. A vicious shaped golem with such a horrible face is because I've never seen anything else.

And carried by such a familiar and vicious golem is one little old woman.

- Of the ghost shape, it was Grandma Tete.

Ghaaaaaa!!!

also, are you back already, baba ~!!!!!

Grandma Tete, carried by Debus, walks all the way over here.

The three of us young men are like three young hamsters stared at by an old cat, and we just have to harden.

It should be noted that my fighting spirit, which should have been on fire until earlier, had also been completely crushed by Grandma Tete's unintentional appearance.

With us frozen on our asses, Grandma Tete jumped softly off Debus's back.

He is, however, a knight who descends from his beloved horse.

"I see..."

Grandma Tete glanced at the surrounding battlefield trail, stopping her eyes at one of the rolling spider carcasses.

"Were all the reactions in the woods and the numerous ones the larvae of dead nettleworms (of us)? And that means……. It's hard to believe, but the superficial layer of the hill is blowing up flashly because of the iron column cleft worm" All the Time ""

She wrinkled at the root of her brow and snapped her nose.

"Well, if you add a hundred limb bug here, it would be a perfect blush..."

Grandma Tete's sharp gaze continues to flow slightly backwards.

There, a black-armed brunette man had fallen, who had become an unusual body.

"I don't know where whoever the hell it is at stake...... These guys even bothered to pull out worms that are now designated as banned from service in the treaty and try to reproduce Division III devastation on a small scale in North Logging (Hokubatsu)..."

I have no idea what Grandma Tete is talking about.

But thank you, Granny, for almost a moment of observation right now, I think I'm already getting an approximate picture of what was going on at the scene, which was extremely confusing. It is a rough baba.

"I'm trying to feed my wives (Tsumako), whose husbands were eaten by worms, to death by the same worms... That's an ugly thought to run scared of..."

My grandmother told me to throw up, looking down at the dead man.

That face is so grumpy.

And then finally something happened that you were afraid of. The look on the face of the ghost of the rugged old lady just peeled her eyes off and captured the three of us.

"... so. The under-trained assholes here, all aligned, have allowed the enemy to penetrate inside. And that's why."

The moment I was squirted by my grandmother's gaze, there was a small scream behind me.

"Geez."

"Hiya."

"Whoa!?"

Note that my last voice is mine. Acetu and Jambila suddenly clung to my back screaming.

"!? Hey guys, don't shield me instead!

"Oh, my brother..."

"Nemaki..."

Yeah, don't make a sweet voice! I'm not your mom!

This is an extremely bad situation. From this state of holding Gore and sticking him up to Macho with the boy on his back, he can no longer move or anything.

I mean, there's nothing wrong with Gore and Acetu being stuck together, but Jambila is too heavy. Die a little, sir!

Oh, my God, I was half-enforced to stand on the arrow.

Totally like this, Baba VS. It's my schematic.

What the hell am I supposed to do? The murderers who attacked the inside, no matter what, would have been easier in a way, because they basically should have smashed into a sense of self-defense. But for once, it's not my policy to raise my hand against a normal old lady. On the other hand, you can do whatever you want with me. Isn't this battle a totally Baba one-sided game!

Grandma Tete in the shape of a ghost, she's getting closer and closer.

Almost within cane range now.

"Gu...!

Damn, whoa, whoa! How unreasonable.

Well, this time, there was a lot of material damage in the house I was assigned to be away.

But I honestly don't have a choice. Because the enemy side was acting with the momentum to completely destroy the inside, probably with military plans all around it. Besides, this one has too much room to protect.

It's more groundless to say that we can survive with zero damage.

Yeah, I'm not bad at anything. So I'll never apologize!

Even if I get beaten with a cane and half-killed, I'll never apologize to this baba alone, proudly!

Come on, try it! Violence never breaks my heart.

I was ready and my eyes were closed.

But no matter how long, the shock of the wand never strikes.

There were no palm bottoms to the dovetail Misochi, or signs of a stomping attack on his feet.

It was when I was suspicious and tried to open my thin eyes. Suddenly Grandma Tete grabbed all of us and pulled us together.

It was a hell of a strong force, not to think of it as an old man's fine arm.

When I realized it, me, Gore, Acetu and Jambila were embraced by my grandmother in such a way that they would all wrap their necks around each other.

Right near my face, I heard my grandmother's words.

"I'm so glad you guys are safe..."

…………

I couldn't swallow the situation and my mouth was half open.

Acetu's exhaling breath hits his ear, making his spine tingle somewhat. The intimate Jambila's body is terribly hot and bitter. Besides, I hid in the back of Gore's head and elf ears, and I don't see Grandma Tete's expression.

All it conveyed was the power of the cuddling arm and its squeamish voice.

"I'm sorry I'm late. There's a lot of tricks over there..."

I doubted my ears.

You're lying, aren't you? That old lady is apologizing...

There is already no colour of anger in that voice of hers that I hear.

Has been annoying.

Hey, this guy...

It's not that we were immature, but rather that you were genuinely angry at the outrageous manipulation of the enemy.

I wonder if you looked so upset and horrible because you were seriously worried about us.

…………

Maybe I was making a terrible mistake.

"Grandma, I'm sorry about me... They burned the house down, and the fields were vandalized. I was asked to be away, but I couldn't keep my word properly."

I apologized small.

Granny Tete's sighing voice responded to me like that.

That voice of the little old lady was more gentle than I had ever heard before.

"Totally stupid. Hey, you... I don't care, that's not true. If we live properly, we can rebuild our homes and fields again and again."

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The three of us then briefed Grandma Tete lightly on the situation.

While successfully omitting such intrusive stories as the Magic Instruction, Acetu quickly explained the evolution of the war situation. Grandma Tete was listening to the story in silence.

The grandmother, who had finished listening, suddenly faced only for some reason. And then he looked at me.

"... So what is it? The contents of Nemaki's exaggerated bandage are actually intact?

"Huh? Oh, well... yeah. Don't let that happen."

"Ahhhhh?? What the hell is that? You're worried about losing it!

"No, so this isn't my intention, the Gore one is on his own...... stay, it'll hurt a little! Hey, Granny!! Stop sticking with your cane!!!

I heard a faint, creeping grunt in the distance as Baba was completely back on track poking me with a cane.

"What's this noise...?

"Oh, looks like you're finally here."

"What are you..."

While questioning her grandmother's words, she looked back at the direction in which she sounded.

I soon found out who the groundhonking was. It sounds like a lot of horse hooves.

I can see a lot of horseback riding rushing around the shrine grove from the southwest direction.

"That's..."

For a moment I thought it was an enemy cavalry, but it doesn't look like that.

The first few are waving at us.

On horseback, the brightly colored robes of red and green are stirred by the wind and countless times turned to Hiru. People wearing colorful robes - those are probably all magicians.

"Who the hell are those people?

"That's a bunch of sorcerers. I was on my way, but my legs were slow, so I left them. Looks like the vanguard's finally caught up."

To this statement, Jambila shouted with a bright smile.

"Oh, my God, Grandma, you were sending a request for support to the association. Ah! I see that's why you delayed your return to the inside."

If you look, Acetu is also stroking his chest down like he's relieved.

"Great, this is going to help the forest bugs too..."

Listening to the conversation between the three of them on their backs, I watched a group of horseback riders in robes.

Apparently, that was reinforcements my grandmother called for.

A reliable horseshoe roar approaches, rocking the ground.

It was the sound of the end of this long battle that lasted half a day for us.