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

I'm home.

I went home to Grandma Tete with Gore from Ponytail.

Step into the doorway of a large mansion, which also has an atmospheric taste for some nostalgic Japanese houses.

The space plugged in on a bright day, though slightly scattered, was a truly quiet one.

I don't even see the hangover men rolling on the floor before I went out, or the short-speared "Tanya" golems that were smashed and down.

Me and Gore went straight through the front door and into the big living room.

"Bye, I'm hungry. What about rice?"

This word and deed, which naturally riches her grandmother so that it flows at the same time as she returns home, can be described as exactly a hippo mirror.

Either way, I'm skipping breakfast this morning because I overslept. I was hungry.

"... oh. It smells delicious."

The smell of seafood and vanilla is coming from the kitchen.

I felt the smell and tried to walk out into the back kitchen.

At that time, he was called out from the sidelines.

"Wow, welcome back, Nemaki. It's going to be a little while before lunch."

Looking back, a big red-haired man sits on a fur carpet (carpet) laid on the floorboard.

It's Jambila.

Before he went out, he was suffering from a hangover, but now his voice was bright and his complexion seemed much better.

"You, have the hangover healed yet?

"Whoa. Actually, I had Grandma Tete wake up drunk earlier. Thanks to you, you're in perfect shape."

Having said that with a smile on his face, Jambila suddenly began to take a front-double vicepts stance.

The brachial biceps, which have been worked out, are beautifully emphasized.

"I don't know one thing about the intent of that pose...... I see. Detoxification magic. You had that hand."

If you think about it, there was a handy hangover remedy for magic in this world.

Well, even when it comes to convenience, it's about magic in this world with a strong habit. I can't use it without medical knowledge, and although it's roughly far from universal.

I put my back down on the fur carpet of a fluffy cow while I hand-controlled Jambila to show off her physical beauty, "It's okay, 'cause I know now".

Next to it, Gore sat quietly with a broken leg.

From what I've seen, it looks like there's only three of us in this living room: me, Gore and Jambila.

"Hey, what happened to Rudow Purus? I should have slept in the front door with you this morning, but I can't see you. Are you even going to the bathroom?"

"If you're a bastard, I just went out to the Inn where the sorcerers are staying. Whatever it is, he wants the Association's healing magicians to wake him up drunk."

"Yeah, the healing magician was here from the association too...... hmm?

Tell me, I twisted my neck.

"... why did he go out of his way to treat you like that? If it's antidote magic, you can call Grandma Tete at home."

"No, that's it. The healing magician sent to rescue us from the Societies of Mages is a beautiful young sister."

"Huh? What the..."

The Purus one, you purposefully dragged your hungover body out just to get your beautiful sister treated? He just got strung down last night touching the girl's ass in there with the exact same knoll. Haven't you punished me yet for that?

I accidentally turned back on Purus' behavior, which was so unrestrained.

But I reconsidered shortly afterwards.

"Seriously, but really... I feel like my sweet sister would be more likely to heal me than be treated by our ghost Baba"

"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah! For a long time, don't tell me to be comfortable with my illness and medicine."

"If you think about it, there's a certain rationality in Purus' behavior."

Next to the two bastards who have a very retarded conversation like that, Gore is quietly boiling the tea using a wind furnace (furo).

From the teapot sprinkled by the wind furnace, the hot air was starting to leak small.

These tea tools are still a design I've never seen in the original world.

After carefully brewing the tea using the tools, she cooled to a reasonable temperature so that I wouldn't burn. And he put it gently in front of me.

"I'm sorry. Thanks, Gore."

Thank you and receive the hot water.

The tea in here, brewed from bean leaves, has a fragrant and gentle taste.

He stares at my side slowly savoring warm bean tea with gentle eyes as Gore moves his ears slightly.

Jambila opened her mouth relaxing as she watched us both.

"I don't know what to do. Goletalu is the daughter-in-law of Nemaki."

... what?

This muscle, suddenly I wonder what to say......

Totally stupid. There's no way Gore, a fine golem, would want to be my daughter-in-law.

Or just because I'm not too hot for a different world woman myself, there's nothing special about the sexuality of wanting to marry my partner Golem.

The connection between the Golem and people, no matter how you look at it, is more like friendship or trustworthiness, or something beautiful. That's like dogs and humans between partners.

I smiled confidently and looked back at my partner sitting next to me.

"Hey, Gore, did you just hear that? Jambila's talking about you, my wife."

Hmm, you guys are hilarious. Hey, buddy.

Come on, let's laugh together.

An asshole brain-muscle matcho who describes the blindingly sublime friendship and trust between us, more importantly as a couple.

Me with a smile and Gore's tender eyes cross.

Her long ears shook small.

And right after that, something happened that I didn't expect at all.

- Gore offered Jambila a cup of tea.

"Is...? What..."

I kept my eyes open and hardened.

What the hell is this?

What just happened in front of you?

... I've never seen Gore serve tea to customers before.

I don't believe it.

This kind of weird phenomenon is usually impossible. Because it's supposed to be just me and Grandma Tete who Gore serves tea to.

Rather, it's a rare phenomenon such as the occasional serving of tea while serving it to me, even my nostalgic grandmother Tete counterpart.

Gore has never served tea to a teacher I respect, to a bald man who was very close to me.

Sometimes Guinem Bari, who was a golem gay friend, was close to each other in age, tangled with almost the same nori as Jambila today. But Gore never served him tea either.

What an atmosphere it is not strange for Gore to start pouring hot water on his head as it is, instead of serving tea, when his junior Setu comes to visit him away from home.

No longer is there a spirit of customer service or crap.

But to this macho, I usually served tea.

It was as if his wife were entertaining her husband's friends, with great politeness.

What the hell is going on?

Jambila and everyone else, what's the difference?

The difference between the big red-haired young man in front of me and my other boyfriend...

... amount of muscle?

No, I have no idea.

Next to me in confusion, Jambila started drinking bean tea in a good mood.

"No, ha. Well done daughter-in-law and I envy you...... ahhh"

He was cold with tea, but at this time he looked at Gore and gave him a look like he noticed something.

"Is that...? I don't want to. Does Goletalu look any different today than usual?

The red-haired young man drinks tea and looks down on his side like a gore statue.

"Well, what is it? Today is around the nod, it looks strangely colorful... Well, it's kind of colorful."

"Oh, well, I changed my hair earlier, so it's probably because of that."

"Hair?"

To the pompous Jambila, I pointed to Gore's ponytail.

"Look, here it is. I tied it. It'll be cute."

Pretty, the moment I said it, Gore shook his head fluttering on the spot.

The ponytail she made to show off danced beautifully into the wind in the light she plunged through the window.

It's a sight I'm going to fall in love with by accident.

"Oh, did you change your hair? I see, I didn't realize that. Really looks great...... nah, hair...... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!?"

All of a sudden, Jambila burst out the tea she had in her mouth.

"What are you doing? Damn, you can't help it..."

"Woohoo!" You're in, you're out, you're out, you're out. "

Grandma Tete's face came out of the kitchen as she gently wiped Jambila's body, which was spilling tea, with a cloth (fumigation).

"Come on, you asshole!

"Whoa, granny"

"What are you making a fuss about? Now that you're ready for lunch, don't play and help me with the meals."

"Oh, finally eating? Copy that."

I was about to lift my hips to carry a plate, and I asked Grandma Tete what I was a little concerned about earlier.

"By the way, Granny, what's your dedication today? I can't get used to it. It smells good."

"Oh, this smells like a stewed wine from Sawayatsumi."

"... Eighth Sawami?

It's an ingredient I've never heard of.

As I clenched my neck, Jambila, who was covered in tea earlier, suddenly glanced at me and raised her face.

"Whoa! Eighth Zelig, that's not a big deal."

"Well, what the hell is Sawako?

My neighbor, Jambila, answers me with a question.

"Don't you know? It's a strange riverfish with a long, round mouth and a jaw. This is extraordinarily delicious when simmered with root vegetables and vanilla in an earthen pot."

"Heh..."

When it comes to fish without a jaw, it's probably a round mouth.

If……. Hachime Sawasawa is like a sea urchin by name.

I wonder what it tastes like, I'm looking forward to it.

Grandma Tete looked at me and Jambila, who were smiling and talking about Eye Zelig.

And I said it with my nose barely on my face.

"Hmm. Are you going to have lunch in our house with the Del Boria kid? I wouldn't do that if I tried. With you big enough to waste, it's hard to get a cramped house. Don't leave now."

"Uh, that's not true. Wow."

Poor Jambila is in tears.

But when I lived with Grandma Tete, I was familiar with what she said and did.

When I was a scratched puppy, I tapped Innocent Macho's shoulder with my hands gently.

"... it's okay, don't worry, Jambila. My grandmother says that in her mouth, but I'm sure she has your share of the dishes."

------

Well. I'm Grandma Tete, a terminal patient of such serious Tundele syndrome, but I haven't seen anything about me and Jambila already.

She had been watching Gore sitting next to me for a while.

The gaze is fixed around Gore's rear hair.

Grandma Tete spoke calmly as she stared at Gore.

"... Oh, Goletalu, did Nemaki buy you that tie? It's a lot like that."

Gore's ears responded tingly and small to that voice.

Shortly after, she stood up.

A white elf flicks himself on the spot, twirling lightly for a spin. Poor body moves like dancing, and the ponytail dances through the universe beautifully.

The red tie that bound my hair rocked adorably.

Again and again, these floated tricks of Gore are really rare.

Gore is pretty tense today.

"Right, right. Good..."

Grandma Tete has her eyes narrowed to the look of Gore twirling happily around.

The soft look is as if even my dear granddaughter sees it.

If Baba could point it at me because it's only one percent of this spirit of charity, it would make life a lot easier...

Finishing the unveiling dance of the tie string, Gore began to carry the dishes in a good mood, pretending and shaking the ponytail.

Grandma Tete is watching such a gore with a smile.

In time, Gore's appearance disappeared into the kitchen.

It was just after Gore pulled into the kitchen.

Grandma Tete turned to me.

"... hey, come here, Nemaki"

"What the fuck?"

As Grandma Tete called me, I walked by my side with a chick without warning.

Then suddenly, he held his head down with his hands disappointed.

I don't think it's Baba's power.

My face, dressed to force me to be an uncle by holding me down, lined up next to my short teh granny.

Her face approaching, whispering in a low voice.

"Nemaki, you mean Goletalu's bundled back hair. Someone's not gonna see us outside the mansion, is they?

"? I don't think they've seen anything in particular. I'm not leaving like anybody else."

The way back from the shopping was just at lunchtime without people.

I tied Gore's hair, too, on the way down the hill. From there onwards it will be on the north side of the inside, where there is not much mansion built, so there are few pedestrian streets themselves in the first place.

"Well, I hope so... listen carefully"

"What the fuck?"

"That tie, in public, is definitely when you let it come off.... Like?

"What? What, from a stick to a stick. I'm sorry, but I'm going to let you categorically refuse such unreasonable orders. Gore really likes that string. Even if you beat me with a cane, Gore's happiness will cost me my life, too... - GOOOOOOOOO!?"

Baba's sleeper hold began to tighten my head as hard as I could.

"Hey, hey, stop, gibberish, gibberish......!

Me that makes my eyes black and white and is no longer about to be strangled.

With that in my ear, the general fighter fucking Baba unleashed a word of shock.

"Oh, my God! I don't know if there's a golem that changes when it comes to hair!

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Then I got a brief explanation from Grandma Tete about the cathedral golem hair.

Note that the posture remains a sleeper hold.

Painful.

... Let's conclude.

It was very unsavory to ponytail Gore.

Normally, the hair of a cathedral golem cannot be easily ponytailed.

Well, it seems that the expression hair itself is not accurate in the first place, and only part of the plain body has a fibrous structure.

It seems that these general golems and distant primitive structures are peculiar to the golems called some ancient golems, but I will leave that story aside now.

The plain body of the cathedral golem-like hair is similar in appearance behavior to human hair.

It can be windy to reduce air resistance when in operation, and this point is exactly the same as our gore.

Nevertheless, no matter how special the primitive body of the diocesan golem is, it does not completely take off the area as the primitive body of the golem. Inside, circulating magic flows, and basically, this fibrous, plain body part has a strong nature of shape memory, and deformation causes it to revert back to normal in a short time due to elasticity.

This elasticity (...) is the key as a defensive mechanism, for example, in the event of a physical attack, if the power of the attack is below the strength of the fiber, this elasticity will cause it to bounce and reduce damage.

My hair acts as a buffer.

In other words, the cathedral golem takes the form of a defense from the unintentionally susceptible rear head to the rear steeple with a shield of lightweight fiber. Their hair had a decent, constant role, and it wasn't just a decoration.

That's it. So far I've spoken relatively politely about the nature of the cathedral golem's hair.

In short, what does the nature of these various primitives mean?

"... I mean, a cathedral golem. Even if you force yourself to change your hair with strings, you will soon pull the strings and cut them a thousand times and return to their original hairstyles."

"Uhhhhhhh!? That's my first ear, such a ton of demo info!!!"

"Ha. That's what I was thinking anyway..."

Grandma Tete in front of her put her hand between her eyebrows and exhaled a deep sigh.

Somehow next to it, Jambila is nodding yeah too.

"Oh, no way, it's just me. I didn't know..."

Why wasn't I able to grasp this basic information about the hair of the Diocese Golem?

In fact, there are obvious reasons for this.

Indeed, I have previously encountered golems who looked similar to Gore in a place called the Cathedral. They are the so-called authentic cathedral golems.

As you know, I do not palpate the plain body of the cathedral golem at the time of my encounter, and I grasp its general external structure.

... but this is actually only the structure from the neck down (...).

The golem of the sample examined at that time originally had its head lost and its function stopped.

Naturally, therefore, there was no such thing as the hair part.

In addition, the other activated diocesan golems who were at the scene - if they all did it for some reason and it was just a breast pumping fuselage - were suddenly in a huge fight with Golem, who started to look beautiful, and the hell they didn't stay and were smashed in the head.

Immediately after that, I fled the scene from my guilt consciousness. (* See Episode 15)

Also when I traveled to the clan capital the other day, I had the opportunity to meet the so-called mock diocese golem for nobility, although it is not a genuine diocese golem.

It was a cathedral golem with gray veins and back hair and a rich breast.

But even then, for some reason, Gore suddenly started to look beautiful.

With the utmost effort to contain her, I couldn't even get close to that golem. (* See Episode 59)

... That's right.

I never saw their hair up close because of Gore, who suddenly tried to kill the cathedral golems every time.

"Hey, Granny. Does the means of changing the hairstyle of the Cathedral Golem exist at all?

"It's not like that either. It is common in itself to modify the body and change it to the new user's preferred hairstyle or world-style hairstyle during the succession to service."

"What a good thing. Well, let's just say that our Gore did some of that plastic remodeling, too."

"Ahoy."

The power of Baba's sleeper hold increased again.

"Guuuuuuu"

"It's literally a modification of the fuselage. It's a family thing to do every few decades, with a good plan ahead of us. It's the same as remodeling a house. It doesn't have to be whiny, depending on the mood."

Seriously.

Just change one hairstyle, that's all that matters...

"What I did was a detour..."

When I finally got free from Baba's strangulation, I sighed as I rubbed my neck.

When it comes to our partner's golem, there is a part of him that doesn't have a kiri if he's surprised all the time at this level originally. Rather, what caught my attention was Granny Tete's attitude, which she immediately tried to get her hair back on.

"Could it be that you changed Gore's hair effortlessly, when you pee, it doesn't taste good?

"... oh, that won't be very pleasant. Because this is not a story that can be explained by how skilled you are as a golem user."

Grandma Tete looked at the kitchen with the gore.

"Most importantly, if there were strange rumors, Goletalu would be pathetic, wouldn't he? Even though he's a child who stands out against his will."

"Mm..."

True, that might make sense.

I nodded quietly to Grandma Tete's words.

"I get it. Not if that's the case. Let's untie Gore."

Just in time, Gore proudly carried the dish as he pretended to be a ponytail.

"Gore, come here for a second"

Called her name, she came running on a small run like a detachment.

And the Gore one, he looks really happy.

Whenever she moves so much without a white, luxurious body, the ponytail and tie seem happily loose.

Can you fulfill it and take this off?

Super sweet against Gore, this me.

…………

And I have no choice, it's all for Gore.

I turned my heart into a ghost.

"... hey gore. Let's take that tie off a little bit."

Yes, I said no, and then reached for that long back hair to untie her ponytail.

At this moment, Gore moved his body so that it would then flow, and my hand, which was about to grab the tie string, cut off the sky.

"What...?

I opened my eyes.

What's Gore's move now?

No way...... What the fuck is going on...?