After collecting the Lance of Everlasting Frost, we placed it in the Vault and sealed it away with the rest of the other Divine Weapons. As for the corpse of the warrior, Blacksmith kept it in the pocket dimension of his magic pouch. It will be safe there until the day we arrive at the empire.

Blacksmith, tired from the day, was in his room asleep in his bed. Blacksmith told me I was free to do whatever I wished, but I didn't really have anything to do. Since I didn't need any sleep, I sat down in a chair in the room and watched over him.

I stared at Blacksmith as he slept quietly, watching his calm and peaceful face. I looked down and turned my attention towards myself, gazing at my hand.

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This is what I was—a puppet. I wasn't human, not even a living being. My hands, my own body, were not made of flesh and bones but metal and wood. I have no emotions and very little knowledge of life.

These past few days I spent with Blacksmith made me learn many things. Kindness, compassion, control, and the sense to know what is right and wrong. But, I often wonder if this is all I can do. If this is all who I am.

I turned back to Blacksmith. He was my creator, yet he didn't treat me like a puppet. He didn't see me as a weapon or tool to be used. He gave me freedom and the right to choose for myself. Blacksmith wanted me to make my own decisions, to act on my own accordingly. Blacksmith saw me as a living being—a person.

As I travel with Blacksmith across the world, will I one day gain emotions? Will one day I become someone who can truly understand Blacksmith? Someone who he would treasure?