The three of us finished our errands in Sarav, the clan capital, and then took a few days to come back inside again.

It is in a nostalgic golem, surrounded by the lush forest greenery of the Siddhar Mountains.

Even so, I was away for about a week.

A pure smiling acetu boy and Debus, Grandma Tete's golem, greeted us at the garden end of the mansion.

"Brother Nemaki! Welcome back, Doctor!

Acetu is as energetic as ever.

A healthy boy with wheat skin is likely to fly with a fine body.

"Acetu right now. How have you been?

"Ugh."

As I greeted Acetu, Debas came all the way out of his face.

Debus, as always, has a vicious jaw and looks like he's going to eat up my head and stuff lightly.

But no matter how vicious you look, I'm a man who doesn't judge animals by their looks. I mean, it's no longer my feeling that Debus is just a big dog, who owns it at his grandmother's house.

"Hey, I'm home with Debus"

Debas' head, he was gentle.

He's a little tall, so when I try to get my head down, he lowers his posture. This is Mr. Vagina.

At that time, Grandma Tete's voice came from across.

"Look, Goletalu. What are you shaking and solidifying?... I'm just gonna go unload my stuff. Follow me."

Gore, who was called out, looked back at me.

"... please, Gore. Granny's help, nice to meet you."

Clever and wise, Gore followed Grandma Tete as he was told. Although it appeared slightly tannic.

The powerful girlfriend, in fact, carried me the ultra-heavy baggage I bought at the magic prop shop all the way down the road. Therefore, you need to go with your grandmother and unload your luggage in the mother's room.

Unfortunately, all this is hard work beyond my muscle capacity. My turn, helpless and fragile, does not exist.

"Damn, I can't believe I'm jealous of the Debus one... Goletalu, there's something about you that's probably retarded in these parts, too."

I can hear Grandma Tete talking to Gore like an open voice from her back. These two are really close.

Looks like Debus is quietly heading back to the backyard, too.

There are goats in the backyard. He was probably on his way to take care of you and came all the way out to pick you up. Kind.

This brown golem called Debas is also a golem that gives you a high sense of intelligence, just like one corner of Acetu's partner.

Neither the single corner nor the debus fit the strong appearance and have a warm personality.

But they each have a subtle different personality.

The Golem has a character in it.

The one with one corner is boneless even in the warm. Acetu was once surprised that I was getting along with a single horn. Perhaps a single corner has that, and perhaps even a difficult side to hold together.

Debus, on the other hand, feels even calm and gentle.

I'm sure he likes to take care of chickens and goats.

Honestly, that evil violent Baba partner and I are the kind of guy who doesn't seem to. But if you think about it, me and my partner Gore are pretty different personalities, too. No, rather, of course. Because, in the sense of aggressiveness or the nature of thought, it may be nearly true or reverse to each other.

Ma, probably, this is what dogs in every household look like.

... Oops, wrong. You were a golem, not a dog.

Nevertheless, the Golem is almost a dog.

In terms of temperament, a corner would be such as a serious watchdog, and Debus a gentle shepherd dog.

This reasoning suggests that Gore is probably a hound, no, a fighting dog?

Um, I don't know, I don't think they're both subtly different.

Like Cerberus or something?

No, if that's the direction, I'd rather...

... of Nordic mythology, Fenrir?

Oh, this analogy gets very tight.

Its madness led to the chains of the gods being severed and finally tied up by GrapeNeil, the incarnation of a giant wolf. At the end of this world, Fenrir is said to be untied and destroy the human world.

In fact, my gore had also pulled a thousand chains of the dodo golem or something. Again, definitely. Gore's dog breed must be Fenrill.

Hmm? Is Fenrill a dog breed...??

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Now. While I was thinking about crap, Gore and Grandma Tete went to the motherhouse, Debus disappeared into the backyard, and everyone carried a temporary dissolution at the garden tip.

I'm going to take my stuff down, too, and I'm going away for now.

Once you've unloaded your bags, let's go to the motherhouse where everyone is and have some bean tea.

A chicken is on the ground, a relaxing walk down the peaceful garden tip.

So much less, we arrived before we left.

A cozy, warm and clean house in the corner of the property.

Slow life country house, made of somewhat luxurious trees and dirt walls.

It's me and Gore's house, which I feel completely tamed with for some reason.

Pompous and sunny and comfortable, if newlyweds live flirtatiously, this property looks just fine. Well, around me, it's like there's not even a woman to bring in...

My heart sank into deep sorrow.

But when I stared at the ground at the end of the garden with tearful eyes, there, I stopped walking perfectly.

- From the ground on the side away, a cute little bud, with a few faces.

"! It's sprouting...... Wow, you're sprouting!

I accidentally raised my voice of joy.

The unconsciousness and excitement is inexorable. The identity of this adorable bud - what to hide, is actually a “cranberry apple” bud.

In the summoned basin, the fruit I liked the most. It's that cranberry apple with sweet and sour juicy pulp. I took it out of the basin. Actually, naturally, I already ate it all a long time ago.

But I took care of that seed.

And I buried it by the sunny, remote entrance.

... of course, to the owner of the land without authorization.

"This region is similar to a basin and warm, so I thought I might be able to. Well, did it germinate safely... Good."

As I narrowed my eyes, I stared at the cranberry apple ladies for my love.

A small leaf of yellow and green grows about 4-6 pieces.

Is this what apple buds look like? I'm not even that familiar with plants, so I don't know.

Seeds were planted with little experimentation or strong elements of betting. But the fact that it sprouted this way in the land means that the seeds planted in the basin must be sprouting safely.

Sleeping under the dirt over there, the victim of that subpoena, I'm sure he won't be lonely.

Out of relief, my grin spilled unexpectedly.

Asetu, kneeling with me next door, stares at me wonderfully.

... Yes. Asetu was following me perfectly sometime.

Ninja, you are.

"Brother Nemaki planted this?

"Oh. It's my favorite fruit seed. It's sweet and sour and delicious."

"Phew..."

Acetu looks intrigued, staring at the sprouts of the cranberry apple.

"Yes, acetu. Do you have any idea what kind of plant this is?

A little bit, he might know.

Grandma Tete knows a lot about the flora and fauna of this world. Even for example dead grass carrots and hanging carrots, I knew the details almost at the descriptive level of the drawings.

Asetu is also such a grandmother's apprentice that he is surprisingly knowledgeable. She has healthy wheat skin and looks like she is active and plays sports or something that has nothing to do with her studies.

This is what it looks like, and there's something inside, this boy.

"Hmm. I also feel like an apple (teasing apple), but subtly different...?

The acetu boy, yeah, he's roaring.

He's been sick of everything for the rest of his life. Really cheerful.

I was also warm as an elder and watched the hard-working boy gently.

To the lid, Acetu and I met eye to eye.

Staring at each other, acetu boy.

Mimizuru Acetu's face turns red. Acetu, who turned bright red, looked away.

That...... I wonder what. Is he also at a difficult age?

"Um, oh, I don't know, and a teacher might know something... So I'm going to ask......!

"What? Hey, hey, acetu!?"

Not good.

Wait, acetu. Give me a break just to tickle my grandmother.

This seed is planted unauthorized on my grandmother.

Um, I don't understand what a flair is, a savage, vicious fucking baba thing. If I find out about this... My cute cranberry apple sprouts must be treated like weeds and burned by grassy quotes.

"Wait, please, Acetu! Please don't tell my grandmother! Keep this bud a secret just for the two of us!

I felt sorry for myself when I reached out to Asetu and begged him to leave.

There is no longer majesty or damnation as an elderly person. Cranberry apple children are killed, even if they are obsessed with crappy pride and pretentious.

"Hia! Wow, wow...!

A hugged acetu boy is wolfing.

Again I think I'm holding it in my arms like this, but this guy really has thin body lines.

No, I didn't mean to hug you in the first place, but because this guy is too thin, he's in a cuddly position.

I kept my acetu in my arms and thought about it.

This kid has a skeleton that's too luxurious.

I wonder if it has little muscle on it.

The body is strangely soft. It seems odd.

Doesn't this feel as if you're holding a girl?

I've been thinking about this for a long time, but this guy...

Again, isn't this guy not nutritious at all...?

I got really worried about Acetu.

Speaking of which, I still have the baked sweets I bought in the city. I'll feed him to Acetu later.

Asetu, who had grown up completely in his arms, whined in a small voice to me, firmly determined to nourish the boy.

"Yeah, I get it. It's just me and Brother Nemaki's secret..."

Acetu's hand grabbed my clothes.

This little kid in his arm, he's got his face down. The condition of the emerald green eyes is unknown.

- Then suddenly, the doors of the motherhouse flew from the inside out.

The doorboard makes such a flashy noise that it blows over a dozen meters through the garden.

Me and Acetu, distracted, turned to the mother house as we hugged each other.

The front door has disappeared and has been completely ventilated.

There stood the pure white beauty goddess Elf - Gore.

"... that? Gore, have you done your errands in the motherhouse with your grandmother yet?

Me smiling and speaking up to Gore, who is still fine today.

I was surprised the door blew up, but it's nothing much. My dog has also removed the muzzle from my parents' house several times.

But I do. Dogs don't do it on purpose.

Evidence of this is that dogs who bust their fuzz are losing their energy.

The doorboards in this house are also blown, but not broken. Probably, if you put it back on, it'll go back to normal.

The houses and furniture in the Golem are truly sturdy.

"Damn, you can't help it... Look, before Grandma scolds me, let's get the door back on together. It's okay, 'cause I'm not mad at you."

I let go of my hand from Acetu and walked out toward Gore, who wouldn't move while standing up.

But I noticed something wrong with Gore along the way.

Gore holds a square, flat slab of stone in his arms, in a blue and white colour.

In size, is it a little bigger than a laptop?

This is an example of a magic item called a "recording tablet”.

This is what Grandma Tete bought in the clan capital from Dundee's Demon Prop Shop.

Because it weighs quite a bit in terms of appearance, I need Gore's help setting up in my grandmother's study.

... Wait?

Does that mean the Gore one, on his way to help, has he been out of the study?

Oh, my God. I'm the one who gets scolded by Grandma Tete when Gore is selfish.

Grandma's sweet on Gore, so she's probably going to blame me.

Well, it's much better than Gore getting slapped with a cane.

But what...?

Gore hasn't looked at me since earlier.

Plus, there's something wrong with the vibe.

He stares behind me with red eyes that burn and roll as the flames of purgatory as he exhales his killer like a flame that flickers from all over his body.

The amount of anger that fills the atmosphere is not the ratio when it cruelly kills monkeys and cows.

I looked back slowly at the end of her gaze.

Standing there is acetu.

I'm staring at Gore with those bright green eyes that make me feel strong willed.

Earlier, the appearance of a lovely, simple boy is no longer anywhere.

There was a Rin but brave warrior figure with a hint of determination in his chest.

I breathed unexpectedly.

There is still a lightning bolt between them, and the storm is about to blow.

It's amazing. I don't know what it is, but it's amazing.

... but honestly, it doesn't make sense.

Why can't this golem and this country boy get along?

Think about it. Robots and boys would normally be the best combination compatible. In a juvenile magazine sense.

Damn, I can't hang out with these guys.

Actually, there are occasions, like this.

I was confused at first, but I'm getting used to it, too.

Or is it not a proper reflection on Gore's blowing up the front door?

"... you see, Gore. I'm not angry, but we need to reflect properly. Come on, let's fix the door together."

I pinch Gore's soft cheeks.

And with her cheeks pinched, she walked out toward the doorboard that blew up in the garden.

Gore doesn't resist my movements at all, except when weighing. I followed you with no power.

True, leaving Gore in a state of killing on Acetu, that's definitely not tasty.

Probably, joke-free, tasteless, not half.

I have a strong feeling about that.

But Acetu is a dear friend of mine, so Gore can never hit me all of a sudden with his instincts. Something like reason and a killing impulse at the inside of her at least make her grip, her body tremble and stiff. In the meantime, you just need to keep your figure down. That way, nothing goes wrong.

I had already learned how to deal with the failure of Gore when he hit one of his friends in the corner.

I'm the next man who can take advantage of his failures.

Well. I clung to Gore's puffy cheek and came all the way to the front of the doorboard that was falling into the garden.

The doorboard for the purpose seems to have skipped a long distance.

He's poking through the garden from his mother's house and flying up to near the gate in front of the road.

I checked once, but it still doesn't seem to be broken. The sturdiness of this irrational construction tool probably has to do with the fact that there are many opportunities in the interior for the golem to open and close doors. They must be sturdy made so that they don't break into some kind of clap.

Well, even so, our gore may be the only bad kid who kicks the door open...

I don't know, it's Gore.

Why are you moving your ears so happy when you're stuck on my cheek?

Are you reflecting properly on sin...?

Whatever it is, let's just get the front door back to where it was. If Grandma Tete finds me, I might eat a sermon.

"... Now, shall we lift it?"

Gore and I thought we'd lift the doorboard together, and we realized.

She has a big recording tablet in her hand.

Does that mean I have to put the door back on by myself...

I sighed and laid my hands on the heavy doorboard.

At this time, the lifted doorboard suddenly fluttered and lightened.

If you look, Acetu is holding the other side.

"Brother, I can help you too."

"Thank you, Acetu. I'm sorry I bothered."

I smiled and thanked him, and Acetu got annoyed as he lit up.

"Ugh, yeah, I just want to help..."

This girl is a really good girl. Even the gore of the wicked child, who is scolded and welcoming, shall be made to drink by frying the dirt of his nails.

While I thought so, I looked at our bad boy, and I gave him a little.

You rushed to help me, and Gore threw the recording tablet on the ground and threw it away.

"Hey fool, don't! You don't have to help!

At least leave that one on the front porch. Don't throw it away!

If that damn expensive demon prop broke, my grandmother would kill me!

Gore managed to keep the dumping in mind, and Acetu and I re-fitted the door.

Granny Tete just came out of the back when she was checking to see if there were any abnormalities in the building or if the door was closed.

"If you suddenly think Goletalu has disappeared from the study... What the hell are you doing..."

Grandma Tete sighed when she saw how we were hanging out on the front porch.

And I spoke to Gore while holding the tablet.

"Look, Goletalu. Come back soon. If you don't install the one you have, you won't be able to get to work."

But Gore doesn't move.

Next to me, it's still stuck.

"Gore, what's up? Grandma's calling."

I tried to speak to him, but Gore nodded his red eyes and plumped his legs.

... Oh, this is a pattern that doesn't work even with Kiko.

It is a kind of disobedience that comes suddenly to Gore when I am always talking to Acetu.

"No, Grandma. This is not gonna work."

"Ha. Goletalu...... Damn, you are a child..."

Grandma Tete is holding her forehead with a sinister look.

After making a sinister face for a while, my grandmother turned to me.

"You have no choice. Nemaki, keep it in your study. If you come, they'll catch Goletalu and come in."

"... Hey, Granny. Don't you think I'm some kind of handy bait or something?

I had no choice but to head to the study after Grandma Tete.

As I was walking down the long hallway, I realized that this was my first experience of entering my grandmother's study. Usually, I can't let you in the study.

Think about it that way, thanks to Gore's selfishness, I might have gained a little.

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Upon entering the study, work on the installation of the recording stone slab just resumed.

At Grandma Tete's behest, Gore makes rough movements, from which, furthermore, she seems to be setting things up in detail at Grandma's hands.

It's pitiful, but when it comes to the work of this hand, I'm completely useless, with little knowledge of magic tools.

Standing here, you might get in the way......

Quietly away from the scene, I sat down by the bookshelf in my study.

The bookshelves, which soar to fill the vast study walls, are filled with massive amounts of books.

Somehow, it is a sight reminiscent of Lübeu Zailain's study, which was in the lair of an example basin.

At the corner of the bookshelf, there is a skewed line of books by the same author.

The author's name is “Teteo Madis".

"Madis..."

That's Grandma Tete's last name, isn't it?

So all this is a book Grandma Tete wrote...?

From what I've seen, it's mostly like a book about sorcery formations.

Mixed with them, I can also see the chisel and golem-related books.

Is the grandmother's main business a scholar? Indeed, I am not convinced that everyone calls me a teacher.

Still, is that Teteo Madis?

After all, this name, somewhere before...

At this time, a book in the bookshelf caught my eye.

Somewhat familiar, put your hands up on that fitting.

When I take it in my hand, I feel a lot of weight.

On the cover of a somewhat old thick book, it said:

"The Study of Golem's Sovereign Prints and their Application to the Magic Formation - by Teteo Madis"

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