Buzz.

“Oh, oh…!”

“Wait, is that the golem the mage of the Hero’s Party created?”

“It looks… peculiar.”

“And you’re telling me that thing is going to fight on our behalf? Honestly, it’s hard to believe.”

The majority of the reactions were filled with skepticism, though none of them seemed outright negative. Both the guards, including their captain, and the Earl of Wintergard seemed to think the same thing: this was a lifeline worth clinging to, even if it seemed too good to be true.

The best way to address their doubts? Show its performance firsthand.

“Louis!”

As soon as one of the monsters, restrained by Lafiré, let out a hideous shriek, Oplite’s gaze shifted toward it. With a few mechanical clicks, the construct completed its analysis and began moving in that direction.

“Whoa.”

Lafiré quickly stepped back as Oplite approached, drawing the monster’s attention away from her and toward itself.

Screech!

The monster, a beetle-like creature about half the size of a human, clattered its sharp mandibles and charged directly at Oplite.

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