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Chapter 117

Once‌ the matches were​‍ decided, Fernan headed​​ to the Golden​‌‌ Turtle Guild.

“Are‌‌​ you planning to‌⁠‍ surrender?”

The⁠​ one who followed⁠‍ him was Luina,‍‍ who asked him​​ directly.

“Why‌‌ do you say​‌‌ that?”

“Because‍⁠ of your expression.”⁠

“It’s⁠‌⁠ true that I don’t enjoy wasting‍ energy on something‌⁠‌ with an obvious‌⁠‌ result, but I never said I would surrender.”

“So‌ you’ll fight?”

“I‌​‍ didn’t say that⁠​ either.”

Fernan‍⁠​ shrugged.

In‍⁠‍ truth, he had‌ already decided to⁠ lean toward surrender.⁠‍ It was better​‍⁠ to focus on‌⁠ the repechage than​ to face Luina‍‌ unnecessarily.

‘After⁠​‍ all, the ranking‍ is secured through​‍​ the losers’ matches.’‌

At⁠ the very least,‌‍ he needed to‌‌ stay within the‌‌⁠ top 10 to‌‍‌ avoid being expelled‍ from the Rabidus​‌ Hall.

“I⁠​‌ want to fight⁠ you seriously.”

“Me?⁠ Why?”

“There’s‌⁠ no opponent who⁠​‌ compares to you.”‍

“I’m‍​ just a merchant.”⁠​⁠

“A​‍⁠ mere merchant doesn’t⁠⁠ kill a demon’s​‍‌ summon in a single strike.”

“That​‍‌ wasn’t me…”

— Kyu!

Wooden,⁠‌ hanging from his⁠​ neck, raised his​‌‍ radiant hand.

“He‌ did it.”

“Wooden⁠ is your golem.​‍ So you did‍ it. You can⁠‌ fight with him‍​⁠ if you want.”⁠‌

“Artifacts‌ are forbidden in​‍ this exam.”

“Golems⁠ are considered magic,‌‍​ not artifacts.”

That‍‍ was true. But‌​‍ Fernan had no⁠​‍ intention of revealing‍ Wooden in public​‌ just to win‌⁠ an exam.

“Impossible.”⁠‌

Wooden​⁠‌ was his last⁠​ resort, his final⁠‍⁠ shield and sword.​‌​

“Why‌ do you insist⁠‌ so much on‍ fighting?”

“Do​‌ you think I’m‍ crazy about fighting?”‌‌

“No,⁠​ it’s not that…”‌‍

“I‍⁠ just don’t want⁠‌​ to be a burden.”

“Burden?​‌ You, a burden?”⁠‌⁠

With‍‍ what rotten eyes​‍ could anyone call‌​‍ a future Royal‌ Knight a “burden”?​

“I‌‌‍ didn’t hear it‌ from anyone, it’s⁠‌ my own thought.”​‍‍

“Why?‍‌⁠ You’re the champion‍ of the jousting‌ tournament.”

“But‌​‍ I couldn’t fight​‍ properly against Andromalius.”‍‌‌

“Yet‍⁠ you defeated him.”⁠‍

“If‍‌⁠ it weren’t for‌⁠‍ Aint’s light, his‍ power wouldn’t have‍‌ weakened. If it⁠‌‍ weren’t for the‍‌ traps you set,‌ he never would’ve​‌‍ shown an opening.‍‌ If it weren’t‍ for Wooden, we⁠​​ never would’ve finished‍⁠ off that serpent.‍‍‌ And if it‌‌​ weren’t for Verian‍‍ and Aria, I would’ve died more⁠ than once.”

Luina‍⁠​ clenched her teeth,‍​‌ her voice hardened,‌‌ and her fingers‍​ trembled as she⁠⁠ recalled those moments.​‌​

“If‍ it weren’t for⁠ the cooperation with⁠‌​ Aint, I wouldn’t​‍ have been able⁠⁠‌ to defeat Andromalius.”‌‍

“That‌​ was a demon‍​​ from legends. Aren’t‌‌⁠ you setting the​⁠⁠ bar too high?”‌

“It⁠‍‌ was legend, but‌ now it’s reality.​ Fernan, you know‍​ better than anyone.⁠ That was just⁠‍​ the beginning. Do⁠​‍ you think you’ll⁠⁠⁠ always be able⁠‍ to rely on‍ Aint’s help?”

Fernan‌ fell silent.

Luina’s‌​ words hit the​​ mark.

“Also,⁠⁠‌ to the north‍‍‍ of Bercheff, monsters​‍‍ are hiding. Are​ you sure none​ of them are‌​‍ demons?”

She⁠‍ was right. The⁠‍‌ future would bring​⁠ even greater chaos.‍

Countless‌ demons would be‌ summoned, and armies‌‍‍ of monsters would⁠‍⁠ ravage the continent.‌‍⁠

“My​‌ duty is to‌⁠ eradicate them and​‍ protect Bercheff.”

Aint⁠ wouldn’t always be⁠⁠‍ there.

Could‌‍ she guarantee she’d⁠‌​ never have to‌​‍ face a demon‌ alone?

‘…She’s​⁠ better than me.’‍‌

Fernan‌ admitted he had‍​‍ relied too much⁠​​ on the book‌ of prophecies.

He‍ believed that since‍ the book said⁠‍ demons would appear‌‍‍ one by one,‌‌ it would always​​ be like that.​ But what if⁠‍ not?

The‌ future was already⁠‍‍ altered. Nothing prevented⁠​ dozens of demons​‌ from appearing at‍ once.

She⁠⁠ had to be⁠⁠ stronger. Surviving meant‍⁠⁠ becoming strong.

The‍ fact that she,​ without the book⁠⁠‍ of prophecies, understood​‍ this better than​ he did made‌ him feel pathetic.‍

“…I‌​​ understand, Luina. I’ll‍ do my best⁠ too.”

“Thank‍⁠‌ you.”

She‌⁠ bowed her head‍ in gratitude.

She⁠‍⁠ didn’t even touch⁠‌⁠ the chocolate before⁠‍ leaving.

***​

The‌ next day

“Begin⁠⁠​ the match!”

“……”‍‍

“……”‌

The⁠​⁠ referee announced the‍ start, but neither​ Fernan nor Luina‌​ moved. They simply​ stared at each​‌‌ other with determination.‌​‌

“Luina,​‍‍ I’ll fight with⁠⁠ the intent to‍​ beat you.”

“With‍​‍ the intent, not⁠​​ the desire?”

“Your‍ words yesterday made⁠‍⁠ me think, but⁠ my essence is‌‍ still that of​‍‌ a merchant.”

If​‍‍ Luina sought strength⁠‌ by thinking of‌‌ demons and the⁠⁠ future, Fernan had‌​⁠ decided to focus​ on raising and‍ sharpening talents like​ her.

He‍ was a merchant,‌‍‍ a support for‍‌ warriors.

He⁠​ had no intention‍⁠ of defeating her,‌‍‍ but he would⁠‍‍ pressure her as​​⁠ much as possible‌‌ to give her⁠‍‌ experience.

Tap.⁠

With‌⁠ a light tap‍‌ of his staff⁠‌ against the ground,‌ he began casting.‌⁠

Whoosh.​

The‌‍​ ground beneath Luina’s​⁠ feet turned into⁠‌ quicksand, pulling her‌ down.

But⁠​‍ she escaped easily,⁠‌​ her feet glowing‍ with a blue​ light.

In⁠​​ an instant, she⁠‌​ covered twenty meters.‍‍‌

A rock fist rose​⁠ in her path,​ but it only‍ delayed her half⁠​​ a second before‍ crumbling.

Crack!​‌⁠

A raging blue aura‌ slashed Fernan’s neck.​ His head rolled—but​ it was only‍ a mirage.

Suddenly,‍⁠‌ the shadows of‍‌‍ enormous rocks covered​ the field.

It⁠‍ wasn’t just one—there⁠‌​ were many, covering⁠ the entire arena.​‌

Evade?​ Impossible.

“And⁠​ you said you‍ were weak…?”

Luina​ hardened her aura​ and concentrated it⁠ into her sword.​‍

───!​⁠

Her​ sword split the‌ largest rock, but‍⁠‍ it wasn’t ordinary‍ stone—it was a magically reinforced projectile,⁠​⁠ as hard as​‍ steel.

“You⁠ shouldn’t let your‍⁠ guard down.”

Fernan’s‌⁠‌ voice rang out‍‌‍ as the split​‍‍ rock rejoined, as​​ if it had‍⁠ a will of‌​ its own.

Boooom!‍

The⁠​‌ roar was enough​‍ to crush an⁠⁠‍ ordinary human, but‍‍ Luina endured.

She‍‌‍ broke through the‌​ rock and charged‌ directly into the​⁠ center of a wall of flames.‍

It⁠⁠ burned. Fernan could‍​ manipulate fire at⁠ this level?

But‍​ it wasn’t unbearable.​‌‍

With​‌ force, she parted​‍ the fire in‍‌​ two.

Now​⁠‍ the path was⁠ clear.

Boom!‍​

The‍‍ distance shrank violently.‍‌ But once again,​⁠‌ Fernan’s body dissolved​⁠​ like a mirage.‌⁠

The‍​ price came immediately.‌​‍

Earthquake.​

The‍⁠​ ground opened beneath‍​ her, swallowing her⁠ into an abyss.‌‍⁠

From⁠‍ below, flames glowed,‍⁠‌ and from above,‌ piles of sand​‍ blocked any exit.​

“Are‌ you really trying‌​​ to kill me?”​

“Then‍⁠‌ will you surrender?”⁠‌

The⁠ voice echoed from​‍ some unseen place.⁠

“Surrender?‌⁠‍ On the contrary,‍ this is exactly‌⁠ what I wanted.”​

Her​ sword glowed blue‌ and unleashed slashes‍‍ downward.

The​​⁠ aura devoured the​‍‍ flames, carved a tunnel, and with‌‍ a leap, she‍⁠⁠ emerged upward.

A roaring lioness soared‌‍⁠ into the sky.‍​‍

But⁠ suddenly, a giant‌⁠ blocked her ascent.‍

“…A⁠‌ golem?!”

Booom!⁠‌​

The⁠‌⁠ golem’s fist crushed⁠‍ the lioness of⁠ aura, and Luina‌‍ crashed violently to​⁠​ the ground.

“You⁠ said you wouldn’t​​⁠ use golems…”

“Did⁠‌⁠ I promise that?”⁠

Boom!‌

The‍⁠ golem landed, imposing.‌ It wasn’t Wooden,​‌ but its size‌‍‌ and toughness made‍ it a formidable​ weapon.

‘To‌ defeat a golem,‌ the best strategy‍ is to attack‌⁠ its summoner…!’

But‌ she had no‌​‍ time. Another golem‌‌‍ landed behind her.‍‍

“…Two‍⁠ at once?”

Few‍ had ever heard‍‍⁠ of a summoner​​‍ capable of controlling‌​ two golems simultaneously.​‌​

“Since‍​ I’ve been connected⁠ to Wooden, I see the world⁠‍​ through a golem’s‌ eyes. Controlling them‍ became easier.”

“…And‍​ yet you still⁠⁠ say you’re weak!”⁠

Luina’s‌‌​ shout echoed as​‍‌ two golems charged⁠ at her.

***‌​⁠

“…I⁠ lost.”

“Haa,‌⁠ haa…!”

Luina’s‌ sword pointed at‍ Fernan’s neck.

“Couldn’t​‍ you at least⁠​ let me land​⁠​ one hit before​ surrendering?”

“I​‌ don’t enjoy that⁠ kind of thing.​ I surrender. I surrender unconditionally.”

Fernan‌⁠ offered no resistance‌​⁠ and immediately acknowledged‍⁠​ his defeat, while​ Luina, nervous, collapsed‌​​ to the ground,​ panting heavily.

To⁠ any onlooker, it‍​ might have seemed​ that the roles⁠​⁠ of victor and⁠​⁠ defeated had been⁠‍ reversed, but it‌⁠ was inevitable.

“Using‍ three golems was‌‍‌ a mistake. It​ was overkill.”

“The‍⁠‍ moment you brought⁠ out a third,‌‌​ every movement started‌ feeling unnatural.”

He‌ thought two wouldn’t‍‍⁠ be enough and‍ summoned another, but‍ instead, the control‌⁠ destabilized and was‍​⁠ less efficient than⁠​ handling just two.‌

Anyway,⁠‍ that wasn’t the‌⁠⁠ important part.

“Crazy,⁠‍ he controlled three‌ golems at once?”⁠​​

“Was‌​ Fernan really that​ strong? This isn’t‌‍‌ just about having⁠​ more mana from‌​ drinking a bunch​‍ of elixirs.”

“Wow,​‍‍ three golems at‍ the same time?‌ No wonder he’s​⁠ first in his​​‌ class.”

“This​ goes beyond the​‍ level of an‌ outstanding student. Don’t‌⁠​ they say even‍‌⁠ professors who use‍​⁠ golems are limited‌‍​ to two?”

“And‌‌⁠ those are some‌⁠‌ of the top-tier‌‌ golemsmiths!”

The‍​⁠ fact that he‍ controlled three golems‍ at once—and cornered​⁠ Luina with them—left‍ everyone speechless.

“And‍⁠ Luina, who managed​⁠ to break through​ and climb out​​ in the end?”​

“She’s​⁠​ insane. Did you‍‍ see how the‍ golems ended up?​ Shattered to pieces.”‍

“Her⁠​ aura was at​‍‍ an insane level.⁠​ When did she‍​⁠ get so strong?”‍‌‌

“So⁠‍ her defeating senior⁠‍ Rob Kaelin wasn’t‌ a fluke.”

“If‍ someone thinks that‍‍ was luck, their⁠​‍ eyes are just​‌⁠ for decoration.”

The‌‌ students couldn’t stop⁠‌‍ expressing admiration at‍‌ the battle between​‍⁠ Fernan and Luina.‍

It‍ had been a flawless fight from⁠​ beginning to end.⁠

“Well⁠‌ fought.”

Fernan​⁠‍ extended his hand.⁠ Luina didn’t refuse​ it and stood​⁠​ up by taking‌ it.

“I​ almost lost.”

“I‌ told you, I’d‍‍ fight with the‍‌​ intent to win.”⁠‌​

“Still,​‌ I never imagined‍‍⁠ you’d use three‌ golems…”

“I⁠‌ regret it.”

“Huh?”⁠⁠

“I​ never thought you’d‍⁠‍ destroy all three‍‍ completely. It’ll be‌‌ cheaper to make⁠‌ new ones than‍⁠​ repair them.”

He‌‍​ hadn’t expected her⁠⁠ to completely break⁠‌ them to the‍‌ point of being​‌ irreparable.

“In‍‍ that situation I had no choice—they​ were way tougher‌ than I thought.”​⁠

“I‌‍ had specially modified‌ them. Anyway, I’ll​​​ charge you for⁠ the golems.”

“…You’re‌‍‌ the one who‍​‍ summoned them.”

Luina‍ averted her gaze⁠ uncomfortably. Just then,‍ the professor raised‌ her arm.

“The​​ winner, Luina Bercheff!”‍‌

The‌​‍ winner was decided.​

***⁠

The​‍ whole Academy was‌ buzzing over the‌‌ integrated exams.

But‌⁠​ not everyone was.‍‌

One‌ of the professors⁠ whose classes weren’t⁠​‌ directly related to‌​ battle, Harcon Pallas,‌​ was among them.⁠

“Times‍⁠​ like these make​​​ being on the​‍ fringe the best.”‌

If‍ he’d been involved‍ in combat, he‌ would’ve had to‍⁠​ monitor and manage‌‍⁠ the crowds of‍​ students during the​‍⁠ exams.

But‌‍​ as the professor​ of 『Golem Magic⁠‌ Engineering』, Harcon Pallas‌ had no such‌​ obligation.

Although‌‍⁠ golemancy had long​ been recognized as‌‍ official magic, it⁠‍​ had long been​‍‍ considered secondary due‍​‌ to its limited​ usefulness.

It⁠ was inevitable.

To⁠⁠ control a golem,‍ the mage had‌ to focus entirely​​ on it, leaving⁠‌‌ themselves completely vulnerable⁠ in the process.‍⁠⁠

That’s⁠‍‌ why it wasn’t‌‍⁠ very suitable for⁠ combat.

Its‍‍‍ primary use was‍​ as heavy machinery‍ in mines or⁠⁠ construction sites, but‍⁠ no one studied​‌ magic for that.⁠‍

“Idiots⁠​⁠ who don’t understand‌‌​ the beauty of‌‌​ golems.”

Harcon⁠⁠ pushed up the⁠ monocle he wore​ low on his⁠⁠ face.

They⁠‌ didn’t get it.​⁠‌ The true value‍‌​ of a golem⁠‌⁠ was nothing so‌‍⁠ trivial.

They⁠‍​ were grand, beautiful,​‌‌ powerful. How could‍​‌ anyone think of​‌‍ them as mere​⁠‌ tools?

Harcon⁠‍​ dreamed of crushing⁠ everyone’s pride someday.​‍‍

By‌‌ creating the ideal⁠ of all golemsmiths—the‍⁠ Auto Golem.

‘If⁠‍‍ I create an⁠‌‍ Auto Golem, I’ll⁠ change the course‍​ of magic.’

A golem that didn’t⁠‍ need to be‍ linked to a mage, but could‌​‍ obey simple commands‍‌‍ inscribed into its​ core.

He‌‍ had only just‍ found a thread⁠ of possibility, and⁠ it would still⁠ take years of⁠‌ research and refinement‌‍‍ before bearing fruit—but‌⁠ that didn’t matter.‍

As​‌‌ long as there‌‌ was even a small chance, that‍ was enough.

‘I​⁠‍ was going to⁠​ present this at‍ the Continental Conference​ to secure funding…’​

Golemancy‍‍⁠ was one of‍‌ the most resource-intensive⁠ branches of magic.‍⁠

The⁠ Academy’s subsidy wasn’t‍‍ enough, so he⁠ had planned to‍ make a splash‌ there—but everything had​‌⁠ been ruined by‍⁠⁠ the chaos of‍‍ the corrupt.

‘First⁠ I’ll finish the‌ blueprints, then find‌ sponsors…’

But‌​ that day, he​ couldn’t concentrate. He‌‌‍ kept getting stuck​‌⁠ on the designs.‌​

Out‌​‍ of frustration, he⁠​ crumpled the paper‍⁠‍ and threw it‍​‌ into the bin.​

“Professor‌‍​ Harcon, are you⁠‍⁠ there?”

At​‍ that moment, someone⁠​ visited his lab.‌‌‍

“Ah,‌ Professor Nania.”

It​ was Nania Beris,‍ who had recently⁠⁠ joined from Fridian​⁠​ as the professor​⁠ of 『Introduction to​‌​ Spirit Summoning』.

Since‌ spirit sensitives were‌ rare, her subject⁠‌ was also marginal.​​

Both⁠‌ “non-mainstream” professors had‌ gotten along well.‌

“What’s‌‍ the matter?”

“Aren’t‌ you going to⁠‍ watch the integrated‍​ exams?”

“I’m​​ not interested. What’s​⁠​ there to see?”‍‍⁠

After​ all, no one​ was using golems.​⁠⁠

“I⁠ don’t know… I think there was⁠ something yesterday you⁠ might find interesting.”‍

“Something‌​⁠ that would interest⁠​ me?”

Nania​​ handed him a newspaper.

【Academy‍ Daily】

【The‍ long-awaited duel finally‌​​ happened! The top​⁠‌ second-year Knight and‍‍‍ jousting tournament champion,‍ Luina Bercheff VS⁠​⁠ top second-year Mage,​ Fernan Pellenberg. A clash of the‌ best two!】

【Everyone‌⁠ expected a one-sided​ win for Luina,‍‌ but the unexpected‌​‍ occurred.】

【Fernan‍​​ Pellenberg controlled three​‌ golems simultaneously. A hidden genius in⁠‌ golemancy?】

【Three‍ golems in the‍‌‍ integrated exams! He‍‍ cornered Luina Bercheff.⁠‌​ Can golems be​⁠ viable in real​ combat?】

The​ newspaper highlighted the⁠ match between Luina​‍⁠ and Fernan, the​ top students in‌ their year.

Nothing‌‌‌ strange—battles between the⁠⁠‌ best were always​ hot topics.

But​‌ what caught Harcon​ Pallas’s attention was‍ something else.

“…He‍⁠‍ controlled three golems​ at once?”

His​ jaw dropped.

Not⁠‍​ one, not two,‌ but three? Was​ that even possible?​‌

“Yes.‍⁠⁠ He controlled three⁠⁠​ golems at once‍ and cornered Luina.”​​

“…Is…​ is that true?”​‌

“Of​​‌ course. I saw​ it myself.”

“Good‌‍‌ heavens…”

“Is⁠ it really that​‌ amazing? I don’t​ know anything about​‍ golems…”

“It’s​⁠ not just amazing,​​​ it’s monumental!”

Harcon‌ Pallas was an‍​‍ authority in golemancy.‍​ Not just any⁠‍‌ authority—one of the‍⁠ top.

There‍⁠ was no one​ in the Empire‌⁠‍ who surpassed him,⁠ and probably not​​ even across the⁠ two continents.

“Even‌ I have a limit of two!”‍

Modern⁠ golems had to‍ be directly controlled‌​ by a mage,⁠⁠‍ linked to their​​ mana like their⁠⁠‍ own body.

Controlling​​ two at once⁠‍​ was like managing​⁠ two different bodies⁠⁠‌ with one mind.‌‌

And‌ three?

Not‌‌ only that—controlling a golem required a high level of⁠⁠‌ understanding and knowledge‍‍​ of its structure.⁠⁠‌

Being‌​‌ able to handle‌ three meant immeasurable‍‍​ mastery.

“…If‌‌‍ this is true,​‌‌ that Fernan is⁠​‍ a genius. A genius in golemancy!”‌⁠

“I​⁠‌ see.”

“It’s‍​‌ not just ‘I‌​‌ see’! This boy‌‌‌ must dedicate himself​‍‍ entirely to golemancy.‌ He has to‌ give his life​​‍ to this art!”‍

Harcon’s​ face turned red‌ with excitement.

A talent.

In⁠‍‍ decades, no such‌​⁠ prodigy had emerged⁠‌‌ in golemancy. A student who had⁠‍​ to be secured​ at all costs.‌​‍

“This‍‌⁠ kid must become‍ a golemsmith! Why⁠‍‍ the hell is⁠ he wasting time‌‌ with earth magic?”‌​⁠

With​⁠ a leap, Harcon⁠‌‌ bolted out of​‌ the lab, scattering‌​ all his research​​ papers to the⁠ floor.

“Fernan!‌⁠ Where are you?”‌

“Ah…”⁠

Nania,‍​ now alone, let‍​⁠ out an incredulous​‌ laugh.

“That​‌ much, huh?”

Of​⁠‌ course, if someone⁠ told her a student could summon‍‍​ dozens of spirits⁠⁠ at once, she’d​​ be stunned too.‌

“So‌ that’s why Aria​⁠‌ was so insistent‍‍ on keeping a close watch on⁠‍ Fernan Pellenberg…”

It‍‌‌ must’ve been a shock of that‌‌ magnitude.

“I⁠ just wanted to‌‍‌ bring up something⁠‍ interesting, and look⁠‌ how it turned​ out.”

The‍⁠ prince-electors didn’t welcome‍‍‌ Fridian.

And‌⁠​ since several professors‍​‍ were under their​​​ influence, they didn’t⁠​ easily accept Nania⁠‌ either, who had​​‌ come backed by‍‌ Fridian.

That’s⁠​​ why she had⁠ approached Harcon first,⁠ who didn’t have⁠‍ strong ties with⁠⁠ the others.

“It’ll⁠ be hard to⁠​ increase Fridian’s influence​ in the Academy…​ what a pain.”‍‌

With​​ a sigh, she⁠‍⁠ left the empty‌ lab.

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