Chapter 3: Aira Godspel
"You either die a mage or live long enough to see yourself become a moron," an ach mage of the Diven Mage council once said that to a crowd of confused people. Nobody understood what he meant. However, there was a problem. The problem was not with what he said but what he did after that. That arch mage went rouge as soon as he said that cryptic line.
The term "go rouge" described a serious breach of contract of an arch mage to the mage council. It was either that person had deliberately cut all contacts with the mage council or conducted forbidden experiments or committed crimes that would harm the reputation of the council.
The moment an arch mage was identified as "has gone rouge," a team of arch mages would be sent after that person before that person could cause severe problems.
Aira Gospel was usually the first person the Mage council contacted to form a team to deal with the rouge arch mages. She was not just a researcher and golem maker. She was a qualified combat mage.
That was why I was having this conversation with her Aira Gospel inside of her golem laboratory.
"I need you to go into the Wandering Forest of Death with me, master." I said.
"Have you finished your homework?" Aira did not bat an eye.
Her entire attention was on detailing one of her newest experimental plant type golem. Aira was wearing her dirty laboratory fat suit, stained with oil, fertilizers and dust. That fat suit covered her from head to toes like a suit of armor of the knights.
That suit was one of her most amazing creations, a prototype golem that was fifty years ahead of its time. It protected the user from potential hazards and provided a multitude of tools for the user to conduct experiments. Nobody realized just how amazing of a creation it was until fifty years later.
That plant type golem was also another technology breakthrough creation of Aira. Up until this moment, nobody has ever succeeded creating a semi-living golem that was self-sustain and fully capable of growth. Aira was pushing that boundary with the experimental plant type golem she's working on.
"Forget about the homework master. The world is about to be destroyed. I am the only one who can stop that and I need your help." I told her, still trying to get her attention.
"Inesta, you have never struck me as the type to lie to get lazy on homework." Aira sighed. She fixed her monocle and rewrote the magic rune inside of her golem without looking at me once.
Inesta, that was my name before I became Fearless. That was a name that I have not heard for such a long time. It felt strange to be called by that name for such a long time.
It was only now that the memory of the time I spent with Aira started to flood back into my head. I remembered homework, the mountains of homework she gave me from time to time. As the result of being treated as a special child by the Academy, I was more or less about the most average of average mage apprentices. I often screwed up most of the assignments that Aira gave me and as the result being reduced to her housekeeper instead.
Aira often questioned my drives toward mage-craft and magic. She told me from times to times that she had no need for a housekeeper. If she wanted a housekeeper, she can always make a golem or two for that job. She told me that if I wanted to be her student, I have to aim high.
She told me that I had to have a drive to be her equal , and nothing less than that. She told me that if I showed her no improvement within a year, she would send me back to the Council.
Thus, she dropped mountains of homework to keep me occupied every day. Many of her assignments took me weeks and even months to complete. She never gave me anything easy. It's amazing that I had never failed any of the assignment she gave me.
The first golem that I managed to create took the shape of a very long and thin pipe. It was a hybrid observational type, stealth type and parasitic type golem. It fed on the exceed mana leaking out of Aira's giant golems to sustain itself. It stretched from my room to Aira's bed chamber and bathroom for obvious reason.
Now I started remembering of those memories, I was amazed by my drives, my sexual urges to be precise.
Aira was my first crush, that, I could never forget. During the time I studied in the Academy and spent time in the dorm, I have met many beautiful girls. I often discussed about that with the guys in our dorm and classes. That's what we did in our free time and that's how we made friends. I did not remember falling in love with any girl. My reactions to most of them were, "Meh, my sisters are prettier than them," "Her chest is too small," "She looks cute but…", "I would rather fall in love with my mother than seeing her," and etc. Aira was the first woman who made my heart skipped. She was my first crush.
I thought that just by staying by her side was a special privilege. I did not want to give up that privilege to someone else and thus wholeheartedly devoted myself to complete her assignments very seriously.
I dreamed to be a mage at the very young age but back then, I did not know what it took to be a mage. I thought that it would be awesome if I would be capable of conjuring spells to create miracles. Other than that, I had no ambition or whatsoever.
Until the very day that Aira threatened to expel me from her tutelage, I had no ambition in life. I took her warning very seriously and wrote down my ambition on my secret diary to always remind myself of it.
"Those boobs are mine."
That was the only ambition of the seventeen years old me at that time.
It amazed me just how far I have progressed as a mage since then. Now the memories of my first life flooded back to my head, I honestly am amazed at myself that such a silly ambition could lead me this far.
I had no idea how I should talk to Aira about a millennium of stories that I had. I had no idea how to convince her to help me. I knew how stupid I sounded. If I told any mortal about my stories, they would think that I am insane. Thus, I decided to demonstrate to her instead, "There are many things that I need to explain to you, master. However, words alone could not cut it. Let's get down to the blank room. I will show you something."
"Can't you pick another time?" Aira complained. I knew that once she was working on her golem, it's extremely hard to pry her away from her work.
"Master, this is important." I affirmed, pulling her sleeves.
Aira sighed again and shook my hand away. "You don't have to pull me. Just go up stair first, I will follow," said my master, removing her monocle and golem making tools.
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The mobile witch tower was formed by an assembly of fifteen giant golems stacking on top of each other. Each of the golems formed a floor of the witch tower.
The golem Garden is the smallest golem among the fifteen and always positions itself at the very top of the witch tower. Its purpose is to grow all sort of herbs, vegetables and all sorts of alchemy ingredients for Aira. It is her garden just like the name suggested.
The golem Womb is one of the biggest golems among the fifteen. It creates the third floor of the witch tower. Its inside consists of Aira's storehouse and golem laboratory.
Root is the biggest and strongest golem among the fifteen. It forms the foothold and the basement of the witch tower. Its main purpose was to protect the entire tower and acts as Aira's wine cellar.
There is also Hollow, the giant golem that forms the empty fourth floor. The purpose of this giant golem is to provide a test ground for Aira and all of her creations.
"Where is your staff?" Aira's beautiful voice echoed the empty room.
I turned my head to the direction of her voice. A cascade of lustrous scarlet lifted in an updraft and framed a perfect sculpture that was mold by the height of creativity of the gods themselves. With every step, those rich and perfect mounds would shift from their sheer weight, a wonder of life and nature. As perfect a sculpture as Luminore, that shut-in goddess or Raine the goddess of the water and purity, they could not even compare to this sculpture of a mortal woman. She was no less than Tiadra, my beautiful wife.
Pale white pristine skin, untainted, unscarred, and untouched like virgin snow, covered that godly sculpture and glossed beautifully from her sweats, a divine idol to worship. Her scanty pure white undergarment, almost see-through because of the sweats, covered the bare minimal of divine sculpture and added more to her untouched divinity.
Her eyes, shiny ruby gems lodged from within, her most defining feature, forbidding and penetrating.
She was the divine flame that breathed life and beauty to the world. The flame that would burn people to ashes the closer they are to her and yet they would try to do that anyway like moths to flame. I too, was one of those foolish moths once.
The small updraft that entered the room uninvited, it made a small trip around the empty room before escaped through the wide window behind me. What a sinful wind! It impregnated the entire room with Aira's scent and left me a foolish petrified statue.
"Do you not hear me?" Aira's angry voice snapped me out of the petrified state that I was.
"I'm a married man," I inwardly repeated the line like a mantra while using the image of the angry Tiadra within my branded soul to clear my head. That was dangerous. That was extremely dangerous. I was a hair breadth away from committing adultery.
"I hear you, master," I replied loudly, trying my hardest to pry my sight away from her perfect and wholesome chest to look at Aira right in the eyes.
"Where is your staff? What are you trying to achieve here without your staff?" Aira squinted her forbidding red eyes. That sight of her menacing red eyes penetrated your soul would instantly kill any spark of romance or foolish thought of any love struck male.
"This is what I want to show you," I said and casted Lumieré, conjuring a glowing ball of light on the top of my palm. Then I used my mana to guide that orb of light floating toward Aira.
Red widened eyes stared back and forth between me and the glowing orb. I snapped my fingers and that orb disappeared. I knew I had her complete attention.
I had just used 'Chantless Invocation' a millennium ahead of its time and casted a spell without using a magic medium.
"Will you listen to my story, master?" I asked respectfully.
Aira's red eyes blinked once, shortly hiding behind her long and beautiful eye lashes and reappearing enveloped in curiosity. She nodded her head.
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