Chapitre 123: Micah - 12.1
"And that's class! See everyone tomorrow!"
I cradled my thirteen newly crafted golems in my arms as I hurriedly exited the classroom, eager to avoid the classmates with no where better to be than barraging me with questions. The corridors were teeming with students, a sea of robes and excited chatter, but I pushed through, determined to reach the quiet sanctuary of my dorm room.
Once outside, I broke into a brisk pace across the courtyard, the cool air refreshing after the stuffiness of the crowded halls. My mind buzzed with ideas, eager to put the golems to work and test their capabilities beyond the classroom. I reached my dorm in record time, only to find an unexpected scene waiting for me.
As I opened the door, I was greeted by the sound of Lodur's voice, loud and boisterous, regaling a small crowd of students with some absurd tale. They were gathered around him, hanging on his every word, as if he were the most fascinating storyteller they had ever encountered.
"Lodur... so surprised to see you have friends," I said dryly.
Lodur, without missing a beat, turned to me with a smug grin. "Of course, I have friends. Did your father single-handedly win a war?"
"Not my father, no but my grand...." I trailed off,
"That's a bit of an exaggeration, but..." I hesitated, unsure if the details of the invasion were common knowledge or something that should remain confidential. "Yeah, against Ragnoria, he did."
The students around him looked at me with curiosity, sensing there was more to the story. Lodur, however, seemed pleased with himself, basking in the attention.
I set the golems down on my desk, carefully arranging them in a line. They were ready to be put to use, but I couldn't ignore the tension in the room. Lodur's presence was grating, and his self-aggrandizing tales were the last thing I wanted to deal with after a day of focused work.
"Are you done showing off, or do you plan to keep peddling lies?" I asked, my tone laced with impatience.
Lodur's grin widened, unfazed by my comment. "You're just jealous, Micah. It's not every day you get to hear about true heroism."
I sighed, "I know no true heroes who claim false valor and coast on their ancestors achievements."
The students who had been listening to Lodur began to murmur among themselves, some nodding in agreement with me. Lodur's bravado faltered slightly, but he quickly recovered, brushing off my words with a dismissive wave.
"Families share accomplishments. What's mine is my father's and what's my father's is mine. You wouldn't understand. You didn't even know what this place was."
I decided to let the matter drop. Engaging in a pointless argument with Lodur wasn't worth my time, especially when I had so much work to do. I turned my attention back to the golems, eager to start experimenting with them in a more practical setting.
"Good luck with your stories, Lodur," I said over my shoulder as I began to activate the golems one by one.
The room fell silent as the golems came to life, their tiny gears whirring softly. Lodur's audience turned their attention to my creations, their interest piqued by the display of craftsmanship.
"Maybe you should spend more time working on something real instead of spinning tales," I added, watching as the golems lined up, ready for their next command.
Lodur huffed but didn't respond. His crowd, now more interested in the golems than his stories, began to disperse, leaving him sitting on his bed behind their backs.
I directed the golems to begin organizing the room, their small, efficient movements condensing an hour of work into a few minutes. Lodur, clearly annoyed by the sudden shift in attention, mumbled something under his breath and left the room.
"Thank you all for the eager eyes, but I would like some privacy," I said, dismissing the last of Lodur's audience.
With the room finally quiet, I could focus. The clamor of the day faded into the background as I withdrew some basic materials: stone, metal, and wood. I needed to test how far general commands would be executed by my golems. Their initial performance had been impressive, but I wanted to push their limits.
"Improve my room," I commanded.
The golems immediately sprang to life, their tiny hands grabbing the materials and spreading out across the room. I watched them for a moment, their coordination flawless, before deciding to let them work without supervision. Climbing into bed, I allowed myself to doze off.
When I awoke, I was greeted by a sight that was both startling and remarkable. The standardized dormitory space I had fallen asleep in had been completely transformed. The room now boasted an extra foot of space in every direction, save for the window. The golems had meticulously removed sections of stone from the walls and replaced them with bricks they had cut from the samples I provided. The large beams of the ceiling had been reduced and replaced with small metal ones, granting extra height and making the room feel far more open.
The two beds had been converted into a peculiar double bed, with Lodur's bed suspended above mine. The golems had cannibalized all of my furniture, leaving just the set for Lodur.
I stood in the middle of the room, turning in a slow circle to take in the changes. The golems had not just followed my command; they had surpassed my expectations, demonstrating a level of creativity and problem-solving that was, quite frankly, astounding.
Incredible. Simply outstanding.
I began to set up my workshop, now with enough room to properly organize my tools and materials. The space felt efficient, tailored to my needs, and yet there was still a sense of balance—nothing felt cramped or out of place. I had my room and Lodur had his, even with ample walking space and access to the reinforced door.
As I established my laboratory, I couldn't help but marvel at what the golems had achieved in such a short amount of time. Their ability to analyze the space and make such effective modifications was beyond anything I had anticipated.
I allowed myself a moment of pride. This would definitively allow me to relish in proper rest while not loosing hours of work. Nay, I would gain hours of work with more of the small assistants.
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