I Am a Golem Too

The boy tilted up his little face, his childishly round eyes wide open, gray pupils brimming with curiosity and confusion like an innocent little beast.

Braun gazed at his young master from up close. His inorganic eyes reflected the firelight, and somehow seemed to hold a trace of tenderness.

"Hahaha..."

He suddenly laughed, deliberately waving his slender fingers in front of Wade. "That's a secret. I can't tell you~"

His voice rose at the end, like a child who loved playing pranks.

Wade: "...!" This guy was so annoying!

Though he did not say it aloud, his cheeks puffed up involuntarily, his lips pressed into a stubborn line as he glared indignantly at Braun.

Braun burst out laughing again, his shoulders shaking. Then he reached out and effortlessly picked up the young Wade.

Wade instinctively struggled, pressing his palm against the man's neck, when he suddenly froze.

This was...

He could not feel a pulse. Beneath the soft skin, there was only the texture of something mechanical.

His movements stiffened. Braun's face, so close at hand, was reflected in his eyes, along with those eyes of his.

Eyes that looked remarkably similar to those of the Mantis Golem.

Although six-year-old Wade had forgotten the alchemy knowledge he possessed and did not know that every Alchemist had their own unique style, he keenly sensed the extreme similarity between them.

Could it be... what Cloak meant by... "one of us" was...

He stopped struggling and looked at Braun with questioning eyes, his heart still full of disbelief.

A Golem...

Could even something like this be made?

So it was not that the Golems' friend-or-foe identification systems had been interfered with, right?

It was because they had all recognized that you were one of their kind...

Braun noticed little Wade's shock, and for