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

"Ugh, wow!!! Fucking lizard, yeah, yeah!!!"

I raised a sad cry.

In the earth that has fallen, there is a lizard.

I've seen the beating attacks Gore has just unleashed on lizards before.

That's just a move I used the first time I was surrounded by a bunch of monkeys. With intense flat-handed strikes, he punches his enemies to the ground like a fly slap.

It is a fairly destructive martial art that crushes and instantly dies with a single blow even a tough flesh monkey with a rocky outer shell.

There's no way a puffy fragile lizard can stand it.

Definitely, instant death.

"Gore, hey, hey..."

What a mess you are...!

That's true, this guy was a low-intelligence asshole lizard.

Besides, for some reason, he made me his eyeball enemy and flew all over the bean grains, totally unsaveable, throat and face tiny fucking lizards.

But, but...

Me trying to protest my partner's barbarity to fill my eyes with tears.

But I noticed something strange shortly afterwards.

"Kuh! Wow!"

I can hear lizards squealing.

The squeal comes from the fallen ground.

I looked him in the eye, and, oh, my God, the lizard crawled off the ground.

"Huh!

Lizards are ringing.

"Is...?

I doubted my eyes.

What the hell is this? What the hell is going on?

This guy must be dead by now.

"Kuh!

The lizard looks up at the gore and rings in flourish.

He jumps a little with his tiny body and seems to be provoking about Gore.

"Kuaah! Whoops!"

Oh, come on, Zako! It is the sound of the feeling.

You seem to be completely oblivious to this lizard, Gore.

You have a much bigger attitude than when you're involved with me.

That confident throat and face is like, even if you can't defeat me, Gore can defeat you with an easy win.

Hey, come on, lizard! He's a hundred million times stronger than I am and he's a frenzied opponent!

Don't you know how strong or weak your enemies are?

Too low on intelligence!

"Hey, asshole lizard! Don't you dare throw away the life you picked up!

I picked up a lizard at Gore's feet.

This guy must have been well beaten and miraculously helpful because he was probably too light weight. But there is no longer a second miracle. If Gore beats me up again, I'll definitely die.

As I held the lizard firmly in my chest, Gore's movement, which was shaking up his fist of pursuit mercilessly, stopped perfectly. It was dangerous......

"Gum!"

But at that time, maybe a lizard bit me in the arm.

Don't stand in the way of the battle.

"Hey, man, now it's creepy (first)..."

There was no time to stop it. Gore's arm stretched all the way over here, gently and quickly, snatching the lizard from between my arms.

Keep it up, I can throw it over the sky looking like a lizard.

In the belly of a lizard falling from the sky...

- Gore's soccer ball kick burst.

"Ugh, wow!!! Fucking lizard, yeah, yeah!!!"

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"Why aren't you dying, this guy...?

I sat on a fuzzy fur carpet (carpet) laid in the living room away, watching a sleeping lizard round my lap.

Next door, Gore sits.

Oh, my God, this lizard didn't die getting a kick out of Gore.

I got worried and checked it out, but there was no injury to my stomach.

What is intact about Gore's attack......

I wonder how the hell it works.

"Yikes."

I flipped the lizard body on my lap.

And I followed that round belly on my back with my fingers.

"What if this puffy soft tummy is absorbing shock...?

Is Gore's punch ineffective on this creature the same principle as the hundred pairs of soft shells that attacked the inside the other day, "somehow" and so on?

If so, is the scientific name “soft belly lizard" or something??

It's an amazing ability, but in this guy's case, the only key offensive power is the bean grain class, so the treasure's sense of spoilage is not half.

"Kuah! Whoa!"

The puffy belly lizard started ringing. Apparently, he woke up from a nice nap on his knees with all the mess he got on his stomach from me.

Lizards are in a terrible mood.

Seen by the dirt guide, particles of dirt are gathering on the walls of the doorway.

This guy's gonna fire the bean grains again.

"Ahhh! If you do that, Gore will beat you up again! Come on, learn!

Besides, outdoors, if you guys fight in the house, there 'll be damage to the room and furniture, though!

I'm not kidding. If 10,000 families break down, I'll be the one who will eventually half-kill the landlord Baba.

I lay my hands on the wall, sighing.

"… (NTR)"

The bean grains that lizards worked so hard to produce were instantly stained in disastrous black.

Poor lizard stares at my eyes with a look of fear, shaking as he shudders.

In those twitchy eyes, there were large tears.

The lizard slipped straight out of his hips and rolled onto the floor.

…………

Not again.

That's what happened earlier, but I just activated the (NTR) and said I haven't done anything against lizards yet...

How scared are you of NTR?

"You, if you're so scared of (NTR), stop jumping bean grains at me from the start..."

Too low on intelligence.

From my mouth, a deep sigh leaked again.

"Come on."

I lifted a weak lizard out of my hips.

The lizard is hugged by me.

"... Gore, I'm sorry, but can you get my shoulder bag from my bedroom?"

Gore pulled right into the bedroom and brought me a black shoulder bag.

I picked up the bag and took out the package with the excess dough from inside. And I sliced one dough, into bite sizes, and hung it on the tip of the lizard's nose.

Lizard did a small smelling trick.

And I started eating toys and dough.

Again. This guy is in shock when he sees (NTR), he's in a state of provisional death, and when he shows his treats, he comes back to life.

"Ah, here. Don't even put it in my finger."

I pulled my finger out of the lizard's mouth while casually looking at the next door gore.

Gore stares at the lizard eating the dough out of my hand with some gruesome depressing resentment.

At this time, Gore noticed my gaze, as if he were a jerk, and let his mouth pound small on his hijab.

…………

To my partner's inexplicable behavior, I'll strangle him.

Gore nods his red ball-colored eyes and reluctantly moves his mouth with his toes.

……

Could it be that Gore wants the dough too?

But the golem won't eat rice or anything.

"Kuah! Kuah!"

My thoughts were interrupted because the lizard suddenly started ringing at the urging of the dough.

"Oops, I'm sorry. You had your hands stopped."

I moved my hand again, which had stopped with the dough shattered, trying to feed the dough gently to the lizard.

But here my movements stopped perfectly.

"... No, it's strange to think calmly, this situation. Why am I in a state like your parents?

"Kuah, kuah!

Lizards are ringing.

Hurry up and pour the dough.

Damn it, they're feeding me.

Don't you have something called wild pride...

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After that, when I finished feeding the lizard the dough, I grabbed the little root and left Grandma Tete's apartment.

To escape this lizard, a wildlife, to the woods outside the inside.

I've put off so far because of all the trouble, but releasing lizards to nature in the first place is my goal of action from the beginning.

Gore is walking around my oblique back walking through the yard with lizards hanging out.

We left the mansion door and started down the loose slopes inside.

Walk the afternoon slopes with Gore and you.

"Kuah!

A lizard flapping down my hand is in a good mood.

At first, I resisted to leave the mansion, but once I left the premises, I was in a good mood.

Apparently, this guy is looking unusual in there.

It is a simple one.

Lizards glance at the views of the stand-up houses and ramps with tiny eyes round them for the rest of their lives.

"Knock... Huh?"

When I saw the windy laundry, the lizard turned towards me.

"... you care about that flickering thing? That's laundry. I'm drying my washed clothes."

"Kuh! Wow!"

Now I saw the chicken on the ground by the stone walls, and the lizard made a winning squeal.

"That's chicken. Don't sell fights, okay? They're better than you at the bottom of the ecosystem pyramid."

He went down the hill explaining what was inside the lizard and went through a compartment lined with several shops.

And, at this time, someone spoke to me from the side grocery store.

"Oh, Nemaki Boy. I'm still a man today."

"Oh well, Nemaki. Gore, would you like to take a walk with me?

Two familiar old women are waving their hands toward us.

"Oh, thank you Grandma from the grocery store...... and that? Mr. Nerva?"

One of them is the owner of this store. I am a grandmother at the grocery store, who always puts a profitability extra on the product when I go shopping.

The other one next to him was Grandma Nerua, a well-known grandmother of a former flower cake shop daughter (Idol), who ranked among the most prestigious female beauty figures I know in this room.

The old man arranges a folding table and chair at the store and sits there.

On the table, a bright red and green embroidered cloth is laid, with tea and sweets.

It's like the old lady and I were having a tea party at the garden.

"That's kind of an unexpected combination. Were you two close?

Grandma and Grandma Nerua at the grocery store, as you can see, have a completely different atmosphere and personality. He's going to be away once or twice his age, and for me, it's a pair that somehow is hard to imagine a connection.

Grandma at the grocery store answered my query like that.

"My husband, Nerja and this husband were assigned to the same platoon."

Aunt Nerua next door nodded with a smile.

"I've been taking care of my wife since then with my family. I came to bake sweets with you today."

"Oh, I see. Is that what happened..."

Are these two, deceased husbands close to each other on the fringe of being colleagues?

While I was convinced, my grandmother at the grocery store told me it was time to cut up the conversation and head to the main entrance.

"Nemaki, sit down with Baba and the others, and have a cup of tea."

"Huh? No, I'm going to the woods now..."

I have an urgent mission to naturally return lizards. I'm not thirsty now, and I politely tried to put in a no.

The two old ladies stare at me like that, smiling and smiling.

The simple, well-intentioned grin directed at you is just, even gentle.

…………

As a gentleman, you can't refuse Lady's invitation.

"Thank you, I'm glad. I was just thirsty."

I smiled and sat in the chair provided.

Gore doesn't seem to be sitting next to me this time. Behind my oblique, I stand with a soaking face like an escort.

Note that the lizard put a string around his neck and tied it to the chair leg with it.

If we don't do this, this guy's going to wander around and annoy everyone in there.

It's good to have strings in your bag all the time.

The lizard is at my feet, chewing the string wrapped around my neck with an afternoon.

A tea party with the lovely older ladies began.

My grandmother's golem at the grocery store, which I had refrained from at the end of the house, came to the side of the table and served me as a guest.

Amber liquid pours into a ceramic cup from a kettle-like magic item held by the golem in his hand for thermal insulation.

This color I'm used to seeing would be the famous bean tea inside.

The golem finished pouring bean tea beautifully without spilling a drop.

"Heh. He, that's clever stuff. It's a farming golem..."

I kept my mouth close to the cup, concerned for you, Golem for farming, who performs the housework cleverly.

"Oh? This smells..."

The aroma of standing up seems slightly different from that of bean tea.

If you include it in your mouth, it's sweet.

The taste was as mellow as honey.

"This bean tea melts honey and cinnamon."

"It's an old man's tea. Drink this and you'll live longer."

I nodded heavily at the explanation of the two people present.

"I see...... This way of drinking is delicious, too. It's like a different drink from what I usually drink."

While I was having a sweet cup of tea, the two old ladies wrapped up treats like apple pie on the table.

"Nemaki, you're starving. I'll do the pie of pear I just baked, so if you're going somewhere, I'll keep one for the souvenir."

"Today's pie is self-confidence."

As always, all the old people in there are equal and assume that I am constantly hungry. I'm not a cannibal character or malnourished child, but of course, I've decided to accept your generosity.

"Wow, thank you. I'm glad, I was just hungry."

It looks like a really delicious pie treat with a tough color.

"Kuraku ah!

Look at the pie I hold in my hand, the lizard at my feet sounding happy.

No, this isn't your bait.

"By the way, Nemaki Boy, I've been wondering about Baba since just now..."

My grandmother at the grocery store pointed to a lizard looking up at the pie and ringing.

"The young dragon that Nemaki will take,“ Sandragon. "It's rare."

"Sand Dragon...? Is this guy a warcraft with that name?

Drake's such a big name.

Are you completely losing your name to the Zakotokagemonster?

"The sand dragon is from the warcraft that is popular there as a dragon rider. I've seen Baba a few times too...... This guy doesn't have the same horn shape or squeal."

That's what Grandma said, staring at the lizard.

"However, although the colors of the body are very different..."

"The color?

"Sandy Dragon's body is usually white brown."

"Kuah!

The little black lizard sounded fine.

"This black young dragon, Nemaki Boy caught you, eh?

"Yes, well... that's the place. I caught this guy because he's lost in the mansion and he's in the way for now."

To my answer, Grandma at the grocery store wore a small neck.

"Ha? That's so weird. I've never heard of a sand dragon living in a mountain in Siddle before."

With that said, the grocery store grandmother glanced under the table and clung to the tip of the lizard horn with her squeaky fingers.

"Where did you come from, little one?

"Kuah."

Lizard rings lovingly against her for touching the horns.

Apparently, this lizard, the fact that they gave me pie treats, made my grandmother recognize that she is a feeding being.

This guy, he's too little!

I didn't expect you to throw away your pride lightly and wave your tail at humans with just one piece of pie.

What a low-minded animal.

Even the dirt on our Gore nails is enough to make him fry and drink.

Gore is smart and noble, like a chunk of loyalty. Instead of being fished with things, I can only imagine occasions where people who persistently try to fish with things are offensively beaten to death.

".................. ha"

That's all I thought about, I sighed quietly.

Yeah, of course I do. Honestly, both Gore and Lizard are.

Too extreme for both.

More like this, isn't there a creature in the world with just the right character, about halfway between a gore and a lizard?

A grocery store grandmother with a single lizard looked up.

And he said to me with a full smile.

"Whatever you do, you're not going to catch the King Beast."

"The King Beast? What is it?

I questioned the unfamiliar words with a pompous expression.

"Don't you know? Rarely do warcraft produce different scales or hair colors. Such a warcraft is very powerful and can be the head of a large herd or the Lord of mountains and lakes. Then you can call it the King Beast for a long time and distinguish it from the ordinary Warcraft."

"Heh..."

"Black sand dragon baby. This is the King's Beast, of course."

Are the different colors special?

The black lizard that is twisting the strings at his feet doesn't feel premier at all though.

Or a herd that has become the lord of such a low intelligence asshole is a terrible disaster. Wouldn't the leader have too little control to collapse the grade in an instant?

"So, Nemaki, what are you going to do with this girl? I figured I'd turn Nemaki into a demon."

Aunt Nerua, who was listening, asked as she carried the cup to her mouth.

"Demon of use..."

In short, you mean like pets owned by magicians.

I kind of looked down at the lizard at my feet.

The lizard looks like the string he was playing with teased his tail, twitching his tiny hands and feet around him.

... I'm not kidding.

I can't believe I pet a throat or face fucking lizard with such low intelligence and all I can do is fly bean grains.

My virtuous image as a culturalist is corrupted.

I'm so sorry, it's no thank you.

Besides, this guy will definitely have a fight with Gore.

"No. This little sand dragon thing stays in the woods..."

I'm going to let you get away with it. I tried to answer that.

But at this time, Grandma Nerua, who had put the cup on the table after she had finished drinking, opened her mouth inadvertently.

"If Nemaki, who has good arms, were to grow up as a demon, this child would grow up to be a fine dragon rider in the future. Nice nemaki across the black king beast, I'd love to see it wow"

"No, you know... So lizards are in the woods..."

My grandmother at the grocery store now pinched her mouth with a smile from the side trying desperately to convey her determination to attribute the lizard to nature.

"Nemaki Boy. Whether you raise a king or a beast, or sell it, it'll be gold."

To the words, Granny Nerua smacked her hand small.

"Oh, speaking of which, yes. I totally forgot. Kings and beasts are traded for a very high price. Selling and getting a lot of money must be a hard temptation for a young boy named Nemaki."

At this moment, my shoulder moved flaccidly.

"What, a fucking lizard, can sell it off high......?

"Guh! Guh!

Lizards ringing softly at my feet.

Somehow, he is a dissatisfied voice.