As Theodore watched Sylviaâs eyes flash with determined resolve, he replied, âYes, Iâll be expecting it.â
Nevertheless, it wouldnât be easy. Theodore supported Sylviaâs determination, but he also looked at her with the sober eyes of a magician.
Considering her age, she was a genius for having reached the 6th Circle without a cheat like Gluttony. That talent was a blessing which made Blundell Adruncus welcome her as a daughter, and also made her treasured by the blue tower.
However, the wall of the 7th Circle was solid and thick.
Unlike the previous circles, the 7th Circle was the path to leave the realm of âhumanity.â As Gluttony had said before, it was building up dharma and throwing off the restraints of karma. A mortal who relied only on their innate talent would come to a standstill.
It was up to Sylviaâs mind and luck to see if she could cross the wall.
âAh, I truly donât have any face. Iâm just listening to my juniors talk like thisâŠâ At first glance, William was speaking to Theodore, but he was actually blaming himself.
He had been a prodigy since childhood, and his confidence had grown greater as he showed his skills in the white tower. William wasnât a master yet, but it was very rare for someone to become a master in their early 30s. He thought that he could achieve it in the next 5~10 years and become the next White Tower Master.
Yet Theodore wasnât even 30, and he had already surpassed William.
âIt is too unsightly,â William thought. He had been idle for too long. Although he spent 10 hours a day practicing magic, the fierceness of his apprenticeship days had been forgotten. William needed to work hard from now on. His vision was no longer cloudy as he decided this.
Only Paragranum was consistent with her usual attitude.
Rattle.
She glanced over at William and Sylvia with a frown. Then once they left, she smiled brightly. Theodore felt the usual chill down his spine as she stepped closer. Para exclaimed, âYou are finally alone!â
Theodore was surprised by her hasty approach and asked carefully, âY-Yes, why?â
âI told you. I would explain once we were alone!â
âAh.â
Was it when he asked if something good had happened? Theodore belatedly remembered and gazed carefully at Paragranum, who didnât look like her usual self. Her outward appearance was a cute girl in her late teens, but her essence was something which transcended humanity.
âSigh, I need to be prepared.â
The relatively moderate Gluttony had no hesitation in recommending âhuman sacrifices.â He couldnât imagine what a grimoire who repeatedly did human experiments was like. Theodore sighed tiredly and kept his eyes warily on Paragranum. It was creepy just looking at her flushed face.
âYou will definitely like this!â Paragranum cried out as she touched a bracelet on her right wrist. It was similar to the bracelet which was used to call the living armor. Unsurprisingly, a summoning spell was used, âSummon Automaton!â
Simultaneously, there was a flash from the bracelet. Normal people couldnât see through the magic light, but Theodore gradually perceived a moving shape.
âA human?â It wasnât a coincidence that Theodore thought this.
The object Paragranum had summoned had an appearance no different from that of a human male. It had skin, physique, hair, and weight like that of a human. Dressed in gorgeous armor, the object was like a knight from a storybook.
Then Theodore flinched as the light faded away. âLloyd Pollan?!â
The hair wasnât the only thing which gave it a shallow resemblance. Lloyd Pollan was fully armed and looked just like when he had tried to invade Paracelsusâ laboratory. It was because Theodore didnât feel any sensation coming from the body that he didnât take knee-jerk actions.
Theodore grasped the identity of the uncomfortable feeling he had and muttered, âCorpseâŠ?â
âNo way!â Paragranum, however, denied it with a loud voice. âHave you already forgotten? There was the golem that you gave to me from the laboratory.â
ââŠCome to think of it.â
It was a model of a knight in full body armor. Theodore remembered the same and looked at Paragranum. That hadnât just been an empty armor. It consisted of metal parts and artifacts. In that case, how could the model have recreated Lloyd Pollanâs appearance?
âMagicians of this era donât know about automatons.â Paragranum noticed Theodoreâs doubts and banged on the automatonâs face. It was a signal to appraise it. Theodore didnât have any other way, so he complied.
âAppraisal.â
The slippery tongue touched the automatonâs cheek. Theodore frowned at the sight of the tongue licking the cheek, but it didnât last long. That was natural.
[Automaton â Sword Master âLloydâ]
[The apex of the automatons: the earliest form was the âandroidâ which the dwarves, who were familiar with mechanics and ancient civilizations, created. The Earl of Saint Germain, the late alchemist of the Age of Mythology, tried to make an artificial god in the final form of an automaton. However, it was said that he failed the experiment and lost his life. This automaton contains the soul and central nervous system of the sword master, Lloyd Pollan.
* This automaton is rated âTreasure.â
* It isnât possible to use predation on this automaton.
* This automaton currently doesnât have an owner.
* The automaton has limited autonomy in âbattleâ and canât make decisions on its own without the ownerâs instructions.
* The Aura Ability, âPathfinder,â can be used in a limited manner.]
âCrazy!â Theodore cried out. âThis is no different from a necromancerâs undead!â
Using the body as material, it was like creating undead from corpses. This was black magic which was taboo on the entire continent.
However, Paragranum smiled and shook her head in denial of Theodoreâs words. âYou fool! How can you compare the nasty undead to an automaton, when their compositions are completely different? Do you treat goblins and ogres as the same species because they both have two legs?â
âPlease explain it properly. What is different?â
âThe automaton isnât vulnerable to divine power like the undead, and it can function semi-permanently as long as magic power is supplied. The later automaton models can fuse the egos. But this is an early type, so it isnât possible.â
Anyway, Para didnât care since it was an enemy, so she kicked the shin of the automaton. Was it due to her enmity toward Lloyd?
Theodoreâs thoughts were complicated. According to Paragranum, this automaton wasnât an undead. However, it was clearly an existence which was very similar to the undead. This was a combat weapon made from a body, and it was absolutely obedient to its masterâs will.
Theodore knew the cause of his reluctance. âIsnât it outside humane standards?â
When it came to oneâs purpose of existence, grimoires and humans were different. In the past, Theodore had received a deadline, but he hadnât hesitated to refuse human sacrifices. It might be Paragranumâs work, but wouldnât Theodore be complicit if he took advantage of her creation? This question troubled his conscience.
âSo? Will you accept my gift?â Despite knowing Theodoreâs anguish, Paragranum pressed him for an answer with an innocent expression. To the grimoire who longed to create a human, the automaton was just a piece of data.
Theodore didnât take long to make a decision. ââŠI will accept.â
âHoh, is it okay? You look quite worried.â
âStrength is power. The problem is how to utilize it. If I can use it in the right direction, I will have created a means.â
âIâve seen many hypocrites make up excuses. What about you?â Paraâs red eyes looked Theodore up and down with devilish interest. Theodore got a chill down his spine as she took the bracelet off her wrist and threw it at him.
âPour in your magic power and state your name. Then give that guy a name. That will make the automaton move like a puppet according to your commands.â
As such, Theodore injected magic power into the bracelet.
WuuuongâŠ
There was intense magic resonance, and Theodore could sense the automaton before him. It was similar to back when he made the contract with Mitra and Hugin.
âConnecting the souls.â
The moment he was convinced the string of the contract was established, Theodore opened his mouth, âTheodore Miller.â
Then the automatonâs information window was updated.
[* The automaton is currently owned by âTheodore Miller.â]
A strong demand was passed down through the contract link. The automaton was like a doll which had lost all freedom, but it wanted a name. Theodore didnât sympathize with Lloyd. Lloyd was an enemy and had lost his life. He had come to a one-sided end by messing with a grimoire.
So, Theodore would give the automaton a new name. After receiving the name, Lloyd would be Theodoreâs puppet, losing his name and status.
âGladio.â
It was just âsword.â
Kiiing-
The eyes of the automaton lit up in response to the word. A deep aura flowed from the still body, and it regained its vitality. The pressure filling the surroundings was the remnant of Lloyd Pollan, one of the empireâs Seven Swords.
However, Theodore watched it with an expressionless face.
âThe sword master called Lloyd Pollan no longer exists.â
It was a relationship where the soul was subjugated. Lloydâs ego had already been scattered as dust, and now the automaton with a mechanical will would execute Theodoreâs commands. This was the moment when Lloyd Pollan died and the battle weapon, automaton âGladio,â was born.
Kiik, kik, kkiiik.
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Gladio was stiff in the beginning, but it eventually moved in front of Theodore. Then it naturally flowed into the proper etiquette, which was evidence of the great loyalty Lloyd had to the emperor of Andras during his life.
Then a voice came from their soul connection, [Glaâdio sees masâter.]
Theodore looked at the knight kneeling before him and eventually nodded. It was a power he had chosen and a responsibility he had to bear.
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