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

That night I took my first bath with warm water in a bald house in a long time.

As for the shape of the tub, it's close to a drum can bath, and it seems that this is a mounted type and a fancy magic item.

Speaking of which, what the hell is a demon prop?

Is it something I can use, too?

Seeing the demonic props running is about as good as Dr. Speria's ear decorations.

I messed around with quite a few different products at the store today, but I didn't know how to use any of them.

Looks like screws and dice, that was a lot of small and toyed stuff.

Nevertheless, it is a storefront inventory of bald shops on the verge of bankruptcy in the first place. None of it was likely a big deal.

Still, I didn't know you were taking such a good bath on the verge of bankruptcy.

It is a luxurious bald spot. But let's just forgive it now.

Warm......

Today was a hard and dying day, mainly due to Gore making too much of a mess.

But its tiredness also seems to keep it hot water.

In fact, from earlier on, beyond the entrance door of the bathroom, there are all the signs of a very intense, something, boring gore.

Gore has been wandering down the hallway for a long time, standing still in front of the door.

It's pretty rare that he keeps moving around like this.

Perhaps you're guarding me.

As a matter of fact, the samurai assassinated in the bath has a lot to offer.

No matter how many masters excel in martial arts, they are naked and relaxed in the bath, in a small space, without weapons.

Yeah, like me right now.

Besides, back in the day, I could tell from outside the house that I was boiling the bath.

Well, I think everyone dies.

Even I die.

Gore, who always worries about my safety in person, really doesn't have a head up.

After I took a bath, I came to the bald room.

I can sleep in bed for a long time tonight. Because of this, I decided to wear a fucking nasty pyjama, which is a strain I brought from the original world.

But somehow...... In fact, when I try it on again, it's really, really dazzling enough to make me wonder why I bought these pajamas.

On blue fabric, you yellow cat...... no, is this koala? Anyway, this mysterious animal pattern has become a very bad accent. It can be described as a design that a man full of people can't wear very well.

Even so, this room is private with only me and Gore.

I don't care about anything anymore.

Now, burning in my academic exploration of different world cultures, I just decided to try and pinpoint this bedroom.

The bald house is a wooden architecture that has an orthodox feel to it in this world.

The level of interior is no different than that of Lübeu Zailain's lair.

Out of the way, there may be some demonic tools in this room as well.

Now I think that Zaylane's lair had some demon and bumpy furniture, but I didn't know it existed in the first place, and there are verses that I used to pass through as unfamiliar furniture in different worlds.

In the bald house bedroom, there was one thing I had been wondering about earlier.

This, now in front of me, is a mysterious lighting device of the other world.

It's on the wall, it's white and looks like a stone at first sight, something. Is this guy a magic trick, too?

On the size of it, it's just about an electrical stand.

Light and glowing.

Strange lighting devices from different worlds, also present within the cave of the Great Rock Door, where the white bone body of Zaylane was located. On what principle is it glowing? It's completely different from what was in the cave and what's in front of it, and I'm not sure if they work the same way.

Asking baldness was somewhat awkward, so I asked Teru earlier and he said, "According to me, when my dad touches me, I can leave him alone."

That's Teru. Smarter than me.

But I can't help but understand the explanation because I'm incompetent and my knowledge is less than elementary school...

Nevertheless, this little lady was already in a pretty nasty state, tired of having customers here at noon. I couldn't ask any more than that, gentleman.

I have no choice. If this happens, we will have to conduct academic investigations on our own.

I started messing around with the lighting.

I still feel subtly stoney when it feels like I touched it...

Honestly, I'm not sure that's all.

Or how much does it weigh?

Ah. Sounds like it's anchored to the foundation, this. I can't lift it.

Can you remove it?

No, I just don't think it would be a good idea if I took it off on my own.

I felt just a little resistance on my back as I was touching the lighting all over the corner of the room like that.

Something's clamping my pyjama hem, small.

Very modest.

It feels like a snack or something.

Naturally, I know this feeling.

It's a sign when you want our partner to wear it.

What's the matter, Gore? You want me to play?

But I'm in the middle of an important academic investigation right now...

Looking back, I knew it was Gore who was there.

He shrugs and twitches his shoulders just a little bit as he rubs his pajama hem small with his right hand.

On her left hand, a wet wipe cloth was gently gripped.

Oh, you want me to brush my body.

It was routine, but I haven't been polishing it lately, okay?

One thing. Do you want me to fumble with you tonight?

Speaking of which, since this guy looks like this, what do you care about wiping him?

First time...?

I held the wipe cloth in my hand and it hardened.

For the first time, then...

When I realized this fact, I was, exactly, stunned.

Why, today's the first day?

- Why, since Goletaro went to Goletaro, I hadn't brushed my routine until today...?

After losing his load in the battle with the ancient Land Dragon, there was only a limited amount of water that Dr. Speria had received in the first place. So I couldn't waste water. Plus all the extra clothes and fabrics had been wiped out by that dinosaur.

So I know I couldn't wipe Gore. That point is nothing strange.

... but how were the days before that?

I ran into Dr. Speria that evening when Gore became a beauty goddess elf Greek sculpture. For the few days I accompanied him from there, I had no need to worry about water or cloth at all. Gore's wipe cloth was also brought properly at that point.

Nonetheless, in the days between my encounter with Dr. Speria and the disappearance of my luggage due to the death fight with the ancient Land Dragon, I haven't wiped Gore and done it. Why?

Why...?

Oh, no more... you can no longer deceive yourself.

I was embarrassed to think I was a pervert polishing a pretty girl figure in front of someone else, Dr. Speria.

At the bottom of my heart, that's what I thought.

Despite my vows to take care of Gore the way he has changed, I, I...

- I was discriminating against Gore because of his appearance.

We fought.

I felt like the ground at my feet was falling apart.

What an abominable scumbag.

This guy, Gore, loved having his body wiped the most.

This guy, who usually has less self-assertion, was the only one looking forward to it, even though it was an important routine.

I've ruined this modest, sweet partner for my crappy little trashy pride.

I'm sure it hurt Gore deeply.

My partner became a beautiful girl figure in the first place, even though she was slightly misdirected, as a result of her compassion for me.

This, not a culturalist, nothing.

No, I'm not even a person.

"Gore, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...! From now on, I'll brush my body properly every day. No matter what, no matter where, no matter who's around! Forgive me...... Forgive me for being so stupid..."

I hugged Gore in my nasty pajamas, and I whimpered.

Crying and begging for forgiveness, but heartfelt Gore only held me back quietly and softly.

The gesture on his back was like catching a fragile treasure.

That tightened my mind even further.

------

Well, in a few minutes.

I had already switched my mind completely.

He has a reputation for switching fast.

For all I've been skipping, I'm going to have to polish Gore tonight.

Though, you don't have any particular dirty parts or anything.

In fact, this point is also one of the reasons why I was not aware of wiping and cleaning against Gore, whose form has changed.

It doesn't get dirty. Gore mostly.

This guy occasionally kills monkeys and stuff in a gross way. So naturally there's blood on my hands and feet, but it's like samurai pays for even the blood on the knife, and I swing it right after the battle to clean it up. I'll check later, but there's no blood stain left at all.

When I was taken down in a game with the ancient Land Dragon, I noticed that my body rarely had dirt on it while I was holding it. But even that was somehow more beautiful when I got back into shape.

Wouldn't it actually be necessary to clean the wipes in the sense of cleaning?

Of course, as long as Gore asks, I'll clean the wipes.

At the very least, it seems certain that there are properties that prevent dirt from sticking to the body surface.

Whereas it's hard to stick, it's even so much when I wonder if I'm playing it.

I kept thinking, poking my fingers at Gore's cheeks.

Touch me like this, and you don't feel like you're being played anything else.

It's more like subtly sucking on me......

Or was this the texture on this guy's body surface?

When I first touched it, it was a mess.

After a while, it was slippery.

When I left the basin, I felt a slight softness.

By the time I had it windy in Nojuku, it was like silicon.

And now, rather than now, it's sucking subtly.

I kind of looked familiar with this whole series.

That's how long it's been until Gore decides on the perfect cut size for my favorite cranberry apple.

At first, it was too classy a cut size for me.

But every time I lay down the number of meals, I twitched and twitched.

Gore was always staring at my reaction during the meal.

As if to observe.

And the size of the cut, gradually, gradually...

It's like narrowing the siege one by one, blocking the escape route for prey.

At that time, the patsy lighting flashed for a moment.

I remember Teru saying earlier that I could "leave alone" about this lighting device. Perhaps this lighting will disappear at will over time. Maybe I can't afford much time until the lights go out.

... Is that it? Speaking of which, what was I talking about until just now?

Right. I don't have time for this, so I just wiped Gore and this is what I was talking about.

On the bed, Gore is sitting next to me.

Ma, you can wipe it the same way as you did in the Goletaro era.

Let's wipe it sequentially from face to face as we give in to Gore appropriately.

"Gore, I'm going to fumble now. Stand out of bed, there..."

But before he finished speaking, Gore lay down on the bed with his corn.

Lie on your back and weaken, staring at me.

Its white limbs were illuminated by demons in the pale lighting of the bedroom.

Um, well, surely it's easier to fall asleep.

When you wipe your back, you just have to flip it.

I used a cloth and carefully wiped Gore's face.

Her deep red eyes shine brilliantly as if they were burning.

hey, somehow you always have more eyes today......

When I carefully wiped his long ears, Gore wandered.

My ears are moving faintly and tingly.

But for some reason, my eyesight keeps getting stronger and stronger, as it goes backwards from that weak gesture.

Gently wiping his neck muscles, Gore twisted his body small.

Yeah, I guess it feels good. Dogs feel good about their necks, too.

He tried to wipe the area around his clavicle with his neck muscle intact.

At this point, my hand hit the thin coat around Gore's shoulder.

Her wrapped silky stone coat shifted to the side.

The shoulder area is subtly half undressed.

What...?

Clothes off...?

What do you mean? What is this feature...?

It was a dangerous sign. My academic quest was beginning to catch fire.

I already looked into the basic structure of the body chart of the Greek sculptural golem when I jerked around the body of the golem without a neck in the diocese. I'm naturally not a pretty girl figure maniac perverted gentleman like Gore thinks I am. I also did a proper and serious investigation then and got some information.

That golem, called the Cathedral Golem, also put together a thin cloth like Golem.

Of course, that fuselage was out of function, so the body surface was hardened like stone and in slightly different condition from Gore today.

But the Golem of that diocese obviously didn't have the same clothing structure as Golem does today.

The Greek sculptural golem only looks like a piece of cloth at first glance, but naturally the part that looks like a piece of cloth is the so-called sculpture. Except for some of the flickering hems and the like, it was almost integrated with the body surface like a normal sculpture.

That's not the clothes, that's the design of the body.

But isn't this from Gore, like, clothes?

... No, but it's weird that I did that.

I never realized that Gore's clothes were anything like this.

Even I've been with Gore ever since, and I've touched him. I mean, this guy's sticking around, so he's more of a doomsday touchdown.

The way you manoeuvre in battle and in normal times is always up close.

Sure, in Gore's case, it's something I've been thinking about for a long time that thighs are flashly exposed when kicking, and technically they look slightly different from the Golems in the diocese. Maybe the hem of the moving part of Gore's hip should turn like a normal cloth if you want to turn it. In short, Gore can skirt turning. Of course, I've never tried that before.

But even in Gore's case, most of the parts that looked like body surfaces and clothes should have been integrated. I mean, the majority of the clothes were only sculptures. That point should have been nothing different from the Golems in the diocese.

I didn't say no to anything like this. It wasn't clothes I could take off.

I, the owner, can't be unaware!

What do you mean?

... you think you've changed the structure of the body surface now, this guy?

After all, is this not the derivative improvement type of the Golems in the Cathedral, but a completely different fuselage!?

No, or this, you can take it off!?

Is it a cover!? Or is it like a child machine separating from the body!?

My academic curiosity was now on fire.

Experience has shown that when this happened, it was no longer possible to stop it from anyone.

I turned the lower part of Gore's thin cloth extremely abusively.

Gore's white thighs become dewy.

The whole body trembled.

But that doesn't matter to me right now.

Gore's thighs themselves have seen it many times in previous battles. But turning up ahead from here is an unknown realm. What the hell is going on inside?

I turned Gore's clothes up even more forcefully.

Gore wandered small.

What!? There's a navel, this guy!

What's a golem's navel? Does that make sense??

I snapped around Gore's smooth navel with my fingertips.

Mm-hmm. The way I feel when I touch it, it's usually a navel.

Doesn't even seem like it has special features......

No, wait. Just try sticking your finger in there gently and you'll know what it is?

I pushed my finger further into Gore's navel.

Gore's body jumped big on the bed at this moment.

"Whoa!? Are you okay, Gore?

I was frightened for a moment, but when I checked on Gore again, he lay there as if nothing had happened.

Well, was it your fault?

I kept messing around in it.

For some reason, the temperature on Gore's body surface is rising.

But to that extent, my exploration doesn't stop.

I casually glanced at Gore's lower abdomen.

At this time, I noticed something strange.

I was just distracted by the existence of an unintelligible navel and overlooked...

This guy looks like he's wearing underwear.

It's pure white, so it looks like a classy piece of silk underwear worn by the lady.

No, I also feel like I have a little less cloth area.

This is your lady's battle underwear.

So I thought.

... - Can you take this off, too?

Reach for Gore's lower abdomen.

If I let this part purge, something irrevocable and outrageous will happen to me.

For some reason, I have such a strong feeling.

But I didn't stop.

She gently stretches her fingers out to her body to ascertain the feel of the mysterious parts.

The pressing matter was finally about to reach the climax.

The mysterious aura that Gore is silently releasing from earlier has been amazing.

With the enthusiasm she exhales, she sweats all the way to me.

…………

"... or Gore, you, with me"

Is there something wrong with setting the usual temperature control function?

While speaking out in protest, suspend the academic investigation once. I raised my head from the lower half of the lying gore and looked towards her face.

And I noticed something strange.

Gore's eyes are cloudy and pink.

Fault!?

I felt a lot more blood coming from my whole body.

"Hey, Gore! Are you all right!"

Lose her shoulder.

The reaction is thin. Sleek, cloudy pink eyes, staring at me like I was floating in a fever.

Definitely, a malfunction.

I deeply regretted it.

There were indeed signs of malfunction.

He had terrible cramps, and he wasn't able to regulate his temperature well.

Think of it. During the academic investigation, this guy was obviously doing something weird.

Actually, haven't you been feeling well all along?

Since when...?

When I thought about it, I came across one fact.

It's a machine.

Gore's body chart, looks like clothes, child machine.

Didn't that have features like an external cooling device!?

Yet I was forced to hiss and nod my face inside the whole time.

Isn't that why you couldn't be better at heat rejection?

From the middle of the investigation, for some reason, you've been grabbing pajama sleeves so desperately that you could cling to me that, in fact, you've endured pain all along?

What do you mean!

Gore has been suffering without being able to say anything! I didn't even try to realize that, but rather my intellectual curiosity kept me under investigation?

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

I won't be forced to take the machine off anymore.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Gore. Get well soon..."

Wiping and hugging Gore's face lit with a wet cloth, the lights in the room went off all the time.

It's time for the lights to go out.

I was in the dark, holding Gore's hand, trembling with regret.

What if Gore's malfunction doesn't get fixed?

No more shame or outrage. Ask bald people first thing tomorrow morning to refer them to a good doctor in the golem.

I don't care how much money it costs. I'll definitely fix it.

Me holding Gore's hand for a while, but fatigue and drowsiness were reaching their limits today because I haven't been in a bath in a long time and in a warm bed, mainly because of Gore.

Eventually, at some point, I was unconscious.

------

When I realized, the morning sun was rising.

Slowly open your eyes in the sun over the curtains.

Two bright red eyes caught my eye.

Whoa, close to your face!? What a gore......

So rapidly the thought begins to awaken.

I jumped.

"Gore! Are you okay with your body?!?"

She looks at me in a decent way. Its eyes are no longer cloudy in pink.

Good. I'm relieved.

From what I've seen, the children's machines are as usual and look just like the Golems in the diocese. No way, was that event last night a dream?

But then I realized I was holding something in my left hand.

It's a dry wiping cloth.

This was when I was in Gore's care last night before I fell asleep.

Wasn't it still a dream...?

Every once in a while, I tried to pay lightly for the shoulder part of Gore's machine with my hands.

Shirazuri's clothes fell off and her beautiful white shoulders were exposed.

I sighed deeply as I put her child back in position.

After all, last night's Great Failure was not a dream...

Gore's distance this morning is unusually close for some reason or another.

It's almost like a hug, and it's creeping on my back.

But it wasn't that close to me now that I was burning to blame and taking things seriously.

I was solidifying my resolve as I laid back and stared at the wipe cloth.

More, I need to study the golem properly.

To know exactly what your partner's fault or illness is.