This was the reappearance of the Lord's miracle... a puppet burdened with the duty of rewriting the world.
"In the name of embracing the Holy Spirit... you are the Primal Human."
A bubble suddenly rose from the lake's mirror-still surface with a plop. It was a secret creation made by "Black" Caster and Roche during the spare time they had outside forging soldier Golems.
At the beginning of its construction, Roche had only thought it was a large Golem. It stood roughly fifteen meters tall. Though it was certainly huge, it was not astonishingly so. Even with Roche's own abilities alone, he could forge something of that size in five years. Of course, all he could reproduce was the Golem's scale; its quality naturally could not compare.
Even so... it was not something particularly rare. Though he had never seen one himself, he had heard that a Golem owned by a certain Witch possessed an equally massive, if not larger, body.
Considering the age of its Mystery, that Golem was probably superior instead... Roche came to that conclusion. The materials used were indeed extremely expensive, but none of them were particularly special. If there was anything worth mentioning, it was probably that they were all natural materials that had remained alive.
And yet... Roche could not help but sigh in incomparable amazement at this Golem.
Because the Golem's very purpose was abnormal. No, from "his" perspective, this was probably the most natural starting point...
"This is the Golem most faithful to the origin..."
What exactly was a Golem? By common understanding, it was an artificial life-form constructed through some form of magecraft. But that was only half correct.
Originally, the word Golem meant "fetus" or "an unformed object." In other words, it was the secret art the Lord had used