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

"Ku, damn...... How the hell did this happen..."

I was groaning with my head in my arms.

Its bitter expression is as if it sees the end of the world.

This is in Grandma Tete's mansion, in the corner of a wide hallway.

In the kitchen peeking from the hallway, you can see the back of Gore cooking with pleasure.

It's a seemingly peaceful everyday sight.

But Gore is looking a little different now than usual.

Whenever she stands in front of the cooking table and shakes her body small in an upbeat mood, that white, smooth bunch of back hair is shaking adorably with a touch.

Gore's long hair was draped in one piece at the back of his head.

... Yes.

It's called a ponytail.

Why is Gore a ponytail?

And why am I so distressed?

The events that caused it were just a week ago now.

of that offensive around the Siddle Mountains, going back to the next morning...

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"... that, where am I?

I woke up in the bright sun slipping through the door.

Somewhere, I can hear the little bird chirping.

The first thing that came into my eyes was the unfamiliar ceiling.

It's not the ceiling off the house I usually sleep on.

How does this room feel...... I see. This is apparently Grandma Tete's mansion, the front door to her mother's house.

"Why am I sleeping on my grandmother's doorstep or something?

Whimpering, he wakes up with a slightly heavier upper body in his sleep.

Looking casually back next door, the red-haired macho was naked and resting.

――

"Hey, what is this situation..."

What the hell happened to me last night?

More than anything else, I'm tuning in with the Janvira bastard in the morning, I am.

That's crazy. I don't know why. What the hell is this?

Normally in these occasions, sleeping naked next door would be a mysterious beauty and a market set. Why, in my case, is there a naked macho sleeping next door??

I'm not asking for you as a single person, such a spicy development.

Terrible, too bad.

God is too cruel. What the hell did I do to you?

"... hmm?

I was cursing God and the world, and I realized it was here.

If you look closely, the one from Jambila sleeping next door is not completely naked.

I'm wearing clothes for once.

He accidentally made a mistake because of his usual clothes like naked upper body.

"You're not dressed like a fool! Though I thought you made a terrible mistake and for a moment you would have decided to destroy the world!

I pounded Jambila's red-haired head in a slightly eight-handed manner.

"Mm, guo..."

A macho as big as a bear opened his eyes with a weird groan.

"Oh, Nemaki... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Jambila, who greeted him with a sleeping face, stuck him on the floor with a puking look on his face.

"Hey, gibberish. I drank too much evening......"

"Wow. Are you okay, you?

"Ugh...... That's why I told you not to drink compared to the heavily drunk Yue Xian clan..."

At this time, I heard a different man than Jambila, who was groaning.

"Yeah, don't shout out loud, bro. My head is going to crack..."

If you turn around the voice, there's a sunburned Mediterranean-faced man lying behind me.

It's purus......

Why are you sleeping with this guy all the time?

Plus, the one with the purus looks terrible. I have a big neighborhood in my eyes, my hair messed up in a shambles, and a man who was like a wave bastard in the Aegean is ruined.

These guys, they're totally hungover faces.

"What the hell is this nasty hell painting full of bastards...?

Or where did the Gore one go?

I can't see my partner anywhere.

Come to think of it, the ceiling was normally visible when I woke up in the morning, possibly since I was living alone in a summoned basin.

I usually wake up best every morning, because it's opposite Gore's face.

"Whatever it is, it looks like he's somewhere nearby..."

I stared at my own blanket.

From the point of view of the three people sleeping on the front porch right now blanketed like this only on me, I'm pretty sure Gore is nearby.

He's the only one who wears such a blanket. From this soft, warm blanket, I feel an all kindness desire not to have me catch a cold, and a clear willingness to let Jambila and Purus die from a separate cold.

But what the hell is this situation in the first place...?

Why am I three bastards in a river, sleeping on the front porch or something?

"Yeah, but last night..."

I desperately tried to remember what happened last night, rubbing my still drowsy, heavy eyelids.

Yesterday, however, after the battle, he should have participated in a banquet held in front of the assembly hall.

So I met Jambila and Purus, and the three of us were close together, having a little booze while eating prepared dishes......

Oh, yeah. I remember.

When the three of us were wasting our time, the topic came up that nobody in there had ever seen Grandma Tete get drunk. Is it true that the Yue Xian tribe of Grandma Tete's native tribe is a minority tribe with many alcoholics?

In me, it's the moment Baba's Dwarf suspicions reignite.

When I heard the story, I told the two of them, "No matter how strong you are on alcohol, there's no way you're not drunk at all. I'm going to give Grandma Tete a threesome and see where she gets a little drunk," he suggested.

By the way, there is no particular profound significance in this proposal. I just wanted to see Dwarf Baba get drunk.

When it came to a good souvenir story to Demaraan's grandfather, Pussle jumped right at this story. Jambila's was reluctant at first, but, well, he was kind of a good acquaintance macho, so eventually he joined the plan.

Thus the three of us went out to Grandma Tete, who was quietly drinking in the corner of the ballroom.

When I thought about it, the gore behind me was grabbing my sleeve in the back. Now that I think about it, that was desperately warning me that it was better not to give Grandma Tete a little bit.

Oh, I should have listened more properly to my sweet partner's message......

Let's conclude.

Grandma Tete's booze strength was completely off track.

And worst of all, Baba had a terrible liquor habit.

Baba fuckin 'insists on drinking a tough distilled liquor like water while bashing it on our backs. The three of us were drunk and crushed one after the other when he disrupted the pace.

First, Jambila, who had been intensively subjected to Alhara by Grandma Tete, turned her eyes with a bright red face and turned her grandiose upside down.

Then a drunk Purus from Gundan touched the butt of the young daughter in the back who came to serve me. But all the women in the golem are strong. The Mediterranean man, who ate the flat hand of anger in his jaw, rocked his brain and sank into the earth, never rising again.

Yeah, and then...

I don't remember very well.

But I also remember getting drunk and in a good mood, hugging and kissing Pussy's short spear (yes) golems...

No, I can't remember anything from there.

"Ugh, wow!? Arad, Seud oh! How dare you do this!

Suddenly, the sad scream of a Mediterranean man echoed across the front door.

"What's the matter, Purus? Didn't the big voice echo your head... Uh-oh!? What is that?"

Unexpectedly.

What two blue short-speared golems of Purus were rolling on the floor, wrecked by tears.

From their necks, the top is lost as if they were forced to screw it off with tremendous force, and limbs are also scattered across one side of the floor, torn apart.

No longer, there's almost nothing left but a torso.

Is that it? But it's weird. The floor has only the torso of the golem and the remains of the hands and feet.

These guys, I can't find their heads anywhere.

Where's your head? Where the hell did Arad and Seoud-kun's face go when they exchanged hot mouths with me last night?

"Ah..."

I found it.

A familiar blue golem head is stuck upside down inside a large vase at the front door.

The flowers in the vase were messed up and scattered around.

"Hih, hih... But where the hell is my head... ah"

There it is.

The second golem's head is forced into the shoebox.

Moreover, the brainy weather like the tip of the sharp spear of the short spear golem, more than anything else, was punctuated by Acetu's favorite room wear.

Terrible, too bad. It's a mess.

What the hell is this miserable situation that makes me want to cover my eyes?

"What happened last night...?

A mysterious destruction that occurred suddenly. As for the truth, I tried to start reasoning with my sleeping head.

In front of me like that, I was offered a pottery jar with water in the lid.

"... Ah, Gore"

Soon Gore, who appeared next to him, softly held his arms in his arms.

She had very worrying eyes, peeking into my face. Its divine figure, full of deep love and mercy, is like an angel.

"Maybe you came all the way out here to get some water? I'm sorry."

When I received the grace, Gore's long ears swayed slightly.

I see. Was the Gore one worried about my hangover and went looking for water when I woke up?

When I woke up with reason, I couldn't see him anywhere.

My partner, he's really sweet.

I slowly poured out the water while thanking Gore for his kindness.

Freshly drawn well water is limp and cold.

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Escaped the front door full of bastards, and I went out to the garden with Gore to get some air.

There are other chickens walking in our peaceful country yard.

Though I'm curious about what happened to the Golems of Purus last night, in fact, in a different part of it, I had a point where I didn't fall for a bit about this morning's series of events.

My consciousness is already moving to your question.

You know, the thing about not falling in love...

"That's crazy. Why am I the only one who hasn't gotten hungover...?

I was walking in the mansion yard, thinking about it with my arms around me.

I noticed for the first time that Gore was worried about hangovers earlier, but I don't have any symptoms of hangovers at all.

Of the three bastards we drank together, the other two are still sinking.

Neither am I. I'm not otherwise resistant to alcohol. Rather, it is even somewhat questionable if we can compete in alcohol warfare on an equal footing with the people of this world who have a high degree of Western alcohol tolerance.

Yes, it is.

If they were supposed to drink all that, I'd be down for sure by now.

Since coming to this world, the drinking opportunities themselves have existed several times before. Especially when I drink with baldness and Guinem, I drink quite a bit too when it comes to the two of us.

But when I think about it, I don't remember getting hungover at all then either. Speaking of which, I think it was strangely quick to get drunk.

Could it be that the subpoena is changing my physique...?

"Huh... I feel like I can't help thinking too deeply."

I gave a little yawn.

It's all originally unintelligible, such as the specs of the Magic King's abilities. Besides, to the extent that it has become a little more resistant to alcohol, it is difficult to even think about the harm such as this.

Because it is strong in alcohol, it can be said that it is the king of magic, for God's sake.

In the first place, Grandma Tete, the mysterious Dwarf tribe, is probably much better off, if you say it just because of the simple drunkenness of alcohol.

To be honest, this ability, it didn't seem like a very important matter.

Abandoning the difficult thoughts from the morning, I stepped out of the mansion garden for a little while and looked out at the view inside under the loose slopes.

It was early in the morning, but it seems to be close to noon in time. The sun is already rising to much higher heights.

The gentle south wind is pleasant as it blows through the slopes with the sun.

A few carriage-like items were glimpsed at the main entrance square well ahead of sight.

"Oh? Is that... a pedestrian carriage?"

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I was coming down with Gore, near the entrance inside.

A lot of carriages stop at the main entrance square in front of you.

It's still the trailers' carriage.

Until yesterday the parking space in the squares, which had been cancerous, was filled with rows of busy carriages.

I walked alongside Gore in a square lined with carriages.

"But if the number of carriages does..."

The bandit commotion ended in the first place, and it's still supposed to be today yesterday.

I feel a little too soon for a pedestrian to come back.

By the side of many carriages, products are arranged, like an impromptu outdoor shop.

It's a little market.

Of the pedestrians who come inside, those who do business for individuals often set up open-air shops in the square this way.

Some are just literally simple dewstores with cloth on the carrier or the ground and lined up the goods, while others have the sides of a modified carriage unfolding like a stall, almost like a small store.

This and others may be a unique landscape for carriages in this world with loose weight limits thanks to demonic props.

On the roof of such a single modified carriage, an animal like two large bobcats with collars was seen taking a nap.

That's probably a tamed warcraft.

In this way, the merchant sometimes carries a warcraft instead of a caution stick.

Warcraft is very good as a partner in the journey, because his five senses are sharp and he is also good at detecting danger.

Even so, this Bobcat is pretty big. There are many smaller, bird-like warcraft like parrots and furrows, and dogs and foxes that ordinary pedestrians take with them.

A pedestrian with a great warcraft so far is relatively rare.

Do you even trade in luxury products?

"There you are, brother. If it's okay with you, take a look."

The man who owned the carriage called out because he was watching the Bobcats napping at once.

"What do you say, I'll keep it cheap. It's just lunch time, everyone in there. My legs are a little broken and I'm running out of time."

A wild pedestrian old man who braided his hair like three braids laughed with a nostalgic look at his teeth.

In the meantime, I smiled back, too.

"You have a lot of carriages today. Gentlemen, still from the city of the south?

"Yeah, that's right. All of you came first thing in the morning to the clan soldiers."

"Clan soldier's...?

"Hehe. Soldiers are surprisingly good business partners."

"I see...... Really?"

A large unit of clan soldiers, if you ask me, is still stationed on the south side of the reed. I wonder if this means that these people came to do business with them and then stopped inside as well.

Whatever it is, I want a merchant soul.

"I've been buying a lot of hobbies and stuff. If you're that way, stop selling it out in the morning. So, this is what we're selling right now. My main business is rather this way."

The pedestrian old man, who said so, showed the modified carriage carriage carriage carriage carriage in his palm.

Large quantities of clothing are displayed sloppily on the carrier that has become like a merchandise shelf.

They also sell decorative accessories. From what I have seen, do you have the impression that there are slightly more products for women?

"... what do you say, brother? To my daughter who cares, one thing."

An old man's sales talk, released casually, pierced my glass heart mercilessly.

Whoa. Don't say cruel words to the natural, old man.

There are no women my age around me. Even this morning, I slept well with Macchio and the Mediterranean guys. I don't have a daughter or anything that bothers me, it's no longer a problem before that, my other world life...

"Ugh..."

Me that reminds me of a ruthless reality and makes me cry unexpectedly.

To my appearance, my old man took out another product in a slightly rushed manner.

"Oops. So, what about this guy's collar roll?

"Collar roll?"

"Yes, yes. This is a really stunning delicacy, isn't it? Decorate yourselves with this guy, and raise your front man even more, right? Let's forget about the woman we broke up with and look for a new meeting."

This guy seems to be subtly misunderstanding why I tear.

Well, it's better than they think I was crying because I'm too hot...

What the pedestrian old man showed me was an animal fur collar roll.

It is a yellow, striped, flashy collar.

What the hell kind of animal fur is that, this?

A tiger... is slightly different.

Typically, tiger hair is white and orange on the base. It's not really true that it's a little different from the image that is commonly held.

But the fur in front of me is almost a lemon color, which is flashy yellow.

The way it is striped also seems different from a tiger.

"This fur..."

I tried to ask what fur it was.

But at this point, my old man said with a full smile.

"Oh, have you noticed! After all, your brother is as good a customer as I expected him to be, your eyes are high. Yes, this is the fur of the warcraft in the valley of the Misty Rain. Touch it and see if it's hairy, but it's the real deal. Come on."

"... I see. Is it still the fur of the example warcraft? I thought it would be."

And Shit Ahhhhh!!!

My old man praised me for making me look good and I know it or I haven't!!

After all, I'm not sure what kind of fur it is.

Whatever.

I may try to buy this mysterious (...) collar roll.

Anyway, I'm super-rich because of yesterday's prize money. I have enough money.

Well, actually, that prize money hasn't even been transferred yet, so all the wealth at hand is only five gold coins and eight silver coins.

Even so, this possession is well worth more than 2.5 million yen.

As much as one of these collar rolls, it's the price you can afford.

Hmm. So, let's show this old man my financial strength, a bourgeoisie, and do some celebrity, rich shopping.

I coughed up a little.

"… the owner of your store. How many of those collar rolls are you?

"Four gold coins and 48 silver coins."

Ahhhh?? Tall, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!!!

Four gold coins and 48 silver coins?

You got one of these tiny, rag-like collar rolls?

Silver coins are worth at least 10,000 yen, which means 48 silver coins is almost synonymous with one gold coin already. Isn't it the exact same way that a supermarket priced 500 yen of pork to 498 yen to give customers a cheap illusion?

My old man laughed at me when I was stunned.

"But, Ma, this time it's special. Supporting your brother in his new love affair, let's do it when we add it to 4 gold coins and 45 silver coins."

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No, but...

If you equip yourself with such a fancy, flashy yellow leech collar roll, you could be hot on a girl, as the old man said.

I do need to polish a guy to be hot right now.

Thinking about it, maybe millions of yen or so to be hot is a cheap expense.

"This guy is the trouble. I don't know what to do..."

I glanced diagonally back at Gore to get my partner's opinion.

She doesn't even look at the collar roll or anything, but only looks out for me with her gentle eyes. You can buy as much as you want. Because I will prepare the money. Something like that just keeps talking.

"... All right"

All right, all right. Buy or shine.

For our bright hot otherworldly life.

Leave it to me, Gore. I am reborn into a hot man because of this shimmer. Now we can get you out of a very narrow-shouldered position, a golem that combines with a wretched, non-hottie.

Yes, this is no longer my problem alone. I'll be a hottie for my partner's dignity!

Of course, if I bought this stupid expensive and left, I'd be nearly sentence free. In order to receive the example prize of 137 million yen, even recently, we have to show our faces to the magicians' association branch of the clan capital, but even if we can screw up that travel expense, it becomes downright suspicious.

But, well, I'm sure it's okay. Probably not going to die.

Efforts to be hot are more important than that.

... you've already noticed. My ability to manage money was, as always, a thousand years of deep sleep amidst the ruins of the seabed.

"Then, owner of the shop, give me that collar."

It was when I ordered millions of yen in horribly light nori.

Another product lined up next to the collar roll caught my eye.

"Is this...?

Thick, brightly colored strings.

It is woven with yarns of various colors and looks like a decorative string.

The tip of the string has a fastener that looks like a root (twist). There are various types of fasteners that mimic birds, flowers, etc. The combination of string colors and fasteners makes it very colorful and varied.

I think this is an ornament for women to tie their hair to.

Sometimes I see a young woman in there tying her hair with this guy.

"What is this ornament called?

"Hmm? Oh, you mean" knot "? I don't think this one's for nobles like your brother."

"Heh. Tie the string, is it..."

Tie your hair, tie the string.

My ability to translate is a bug-filled defect, but I don't just hate the clarity of this simple choice of words.

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"Ho, every time.... Brother, next time you can buy a collar roll too, right?

We received a bag of merchandise from a grinning pedestrian old man, and we left behind a standing market for carriages.

Open a paper bag with a treat as you walk up a loose slope in the middle of nowhere.

One red-colored hair ornament was removed from the inside.

An example, a tie.

In the end, I stopped purchasing the collar roll, which is a hot item, and bought this tie string instead.

"Even so, 35 copper coins...... That was unexpectedly cheap."

When it comes to 35 pieces of copper coin, maybe 3,500 yen.

Cheap.

Because such a tiny collar roll would cost nearly five gold coins, I was prepared for this adorable craft to strike at a super price that would devour my entire fortune. When I try to buy with determination of bankruptcy, it is usually priced conscientiously.

I don't know much about the price of this world anymore.

What the hell was the unusually high price of that fur collar roll...

I regained my mind and looked at the red tie in my hand.

The bright red string tip is decorated to mimic small flowers.

I'm sure this red color and flower ornament will look great on Gore.

Yes, it is. I bought this tie as a small gift for Gore.

I'm not sure how Golem's hair works, but I'm exposing it when I touch it, and I guess it's usually bound with strings.

"Come here, Gore"

I called Gore in front of me and let him sit on a stone wall by the alley.

Gore sat on a stone wall like this for a while.

I lifted her jaw gently and slightly with my hands, and then began to tie her hair behind me.

By the way, when I used to babysit in a bald shop, Teru occasionally gave me hair ties, so I have a pretty good hair tie skill.

"... hold on to your hair, it's really sarcastic"

Gore's long hair is just a miracle cubicle.

Smooth as silk, that hair doesn't even have to be combed before it's tied.

While admiring Golem's mysterious hair awesomeness, I quickly put her back hair together.

Finally, tie a red tie to your bundled hair, sure to tie it nicely.

Be careful not to sag your hair.

That's it.

Ponytail is complete.

"Alright, it's pretty settled, Gore. You're the most beautiful woman in the world!

When I said that with a smile on my face, Gore's ear, which turned ponytail, moved fine.

All right, all right, you like it.

Still, they look really good without flattery.

It's still what I thought. This guy has red eyes, and he shows a very red color.

"... that's really cute. You look great."

When I said that again with feelings, Gore rose to the fence.

Then she spread her hands and began to circle on the spot as if dancing.

Deep red eyes sparkle like starry skies. I look really happy.

Every time she twirls around, the ponytail boils beautifully in the wind.

Still, that's very rare...... I can't believe this guy makes such a shitty move like a country girl all his life.

I'm sure he liked it.

I'm so glad you got a welcome.

It was cheap this time, but now I'll buy you a higher one.

I started climbing loose slopes again with Gore the ponytail.

Walk with us on a peaceful journey back to the mansion.

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... but I still didn't get it when I was walking down the ramp.

I've easily turned Gore into a ponytail, the sinful meaning of its deeds.

And - it's my first gift from birth - Gore's unusually strong obsession with this cheap accessory that's only worth 35 copper coins.

Me versus Gore the ponytail.

A long battle that lasted a week was about to begin now.