"Sit still. Don't move. Look this way—"
In the lounge of the City Lord's Mansion, Dumbledore was sketching the Princess's likeness to use for a female Golem.
No matter what he said, the Princess kept her eyes fixed on Annan.
Annan obligingly moved to the spot Dumbledore indicated and watched him shape a three-dimensional image with Magic Power, bit by bit.
When he finished, Dumbledore sighed softly. "Her Highness held back an apocalypse all by herself..."
"That's why I can't think of anyone better to keep protecting the people." Annan took the Princess's hand and passed it to the Maid, Abby, asking her to take the Princess back to the Garden.
Everyone had forgotten what happened in Strange Tales City, or never knew that a Princess had once resisted an invasion from the Otherworld.
A hero should not go unremembered... and Golems made in the Princess's image might help spread her story.
By now, the Princess herself was little more than a shell, just like a Golem. As for whether anyone would make grim jokes about it... well, she hadn't objected.
And perhaps, once there were enough Golems like her, they could guide lost souls home!
Now they needed a good name for the Golem.
Annan already had one in mind. "Let's call it the Guardian."
Annan and Dumbledore discussed a few more details in the lounge and settled on the Guardian's specifications: it would still be made of tempered steel, but its height would be reduced to two meters to give it a longer operating time.
Annan set one modest requirement to start with: they had to make a Guardian Golem that could operate for one hour after charging for ten.
Over the next few days, Annan spent all day at the Mushroom House. Besides making Michael feel as