Percy's chant sank into the soil and the earth began to rumble. The Spiritmancers in the camp sensed this and jumped awake.

Thalos shot out of his tent, sword in hand. His black hair was tied into a tight braid and he was shirtless. The number of scars his father had was concerning.

The same could be said for Hugo, who also appeared in a blur of wind with two daggers. He was also half-covered, but his grey hair had a severe case of bed head.

George was the last one out. Percy almost started wondering why they were all shirtless. George's mess of hair made him look like a ginger sasquatch.

They all stared at Percy and the golems rising from the soil. He rolled his eyes.

"You guys got anything against shirts? What with the public indecency?"

Hugo relaxed instantly, putting away his weapons.

"Should you be doing that? You stressed yourself a lot during the temple."

"It's a bit irresponsible, son," Thalos agreed with a serious look.

"It gets hot at night; no one can sleep with a shirt," George added randomly.

The two golems were finally done. They both wore Percy's white linen pyjamas, but neither of the clothes ruffled or even moved. They both stood there silently, staring ahead.

Thalos frowned.

"They're a bit less animated than the ones at the temple."

"Yep, these are a simplified spell I made," Percy shrugged. "They only take orders and take longer to put themselves back together when destroyed."

"Wait a damn minute, you made a spell?" Hugo said, face growing concerned. Then he stopped, resting his expression. "I'm not gonna be surprised anymore. You made a spell. Hurrah."

Percy glared at him. He could at least pretend to be impressed. Percy even did his best to act like it wasn't a big deal.

"Well, I did, and I want them to help get water for us."

Thalos immediately warmed up to the golems, patting one on the back, but frowning when he felt its rigidity.

"That's very nice of you, Percy. Looks like we'll be able to get ready quickly with your help. We need to get to Yarol in the next eight hours to be on time for the ceremony."

Percy crawled back into his tent, mentally commanding the golems, who set off to get water.

"Then everyone else should start getting ready," he said as he settled down to get some extra sleep.

———

In just an hour they were done preparing. Percy had made two more golems after his short nap to help with the carriages and packing up.

After meditating, he was pleased to find out that his amount of stored spirit energy had increased, but his absorption speed was fast enough to easily catch up with it.

It actually took him only eight minutes now to fully recharge his spirit energy reserves, and he could create all five golems at once with all that energy.

He was back in the same carriage they started out with. Barty led their caravan; the Ramlos family was behind them. They were moving at a good pace on the open roads.

In the meantime, he stared out into the rolling fields. There was a forest ahead, but this close to Yarol it would be decently safe.

After all, this world had adventurers' guilds, organisations that were hired to control the spirit beast population and keep roads safe. They also gathered unique materials and information through exploration and hunting.

He would like to join one of these guilds since most of them kept valuable info to themselves. It was the same with all big families really.

Like House Amphene. Not Hecate's House Amphene in Dema; they were honestly a cadet branch to the one in Tris. The real one was the ducal house of the Amphene region.

House Amphene was known for their fire spiritmancy. They held most of the most powerful fire spells in the kingdom. Percy even heard that they were the only ones with Rank 6 fire spells.

He couldn't imagine the devastation that someone like Lethel could unleash with that. Throughout the fight in the temple, Lethel mainly used a Rank 3 spell that created a fire lance.

It was his minotaur spirit that enhanced the speed and damage of the spell to that level. The only reason Lethel didn't use many Rank 4 spells was because they weren't compatible with his minotaur spirit.

Spells were highly guarded among families, so finding the type that suited you wasn't always easy.

But House Amphene would likely have the spells and spirits to pair their spiritmancers with. Percy was stuck imagining Hecate as a Rank 4 with spirit manifestation. House Amphene would give her a Rank 4 spell to match.

The devastation one person could cause with such power was kind of scary to think of. Hecate could possibly destroy an entire city with one spell.

It would take time to chant, and any spiritmancer in the area would sense the colossal buildup of spirit energy. But if she was protected, what could they do to stop it?

You could try to counter the spell, but any spell that could meet that amount of power would still cause widespread destruction in the area.

Percy was trying to calculate this when Flynn bumped her leg into his. Her parents still allowed her to ride with Percy and Thalos, even encouraging her. So she sat with them on the last leg of the journey to Yarol.

He glanced at her, but she wasn't looking at him. Her red hair was caught in the wind, fluttering behind her beautifully. But he wasn't taking her bait, so he looked away. Her amber eyes glanced back and forth from him nervously.

"You're not going to say anything?" she asked.

Percy turned his head, feigning confusion.

"Why?"

"I just hit your leg," she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"So?"

"You always complain when I hit you. You call me annoying and tell me to go away."

"I would never say that to a child," Percy corrected, rather offended she would even say that.

"You say it with your eyes."

"Hahhhh, what do you want, Flynn? Are you bored?"

She shuffled her legs nervously for a moment, then nodded.

"You haven't said anything in like four hours. That's not like you; you love the sound of your voice."

"Very true, it's so nice," Percy nodded. "But that doesn't mean anything's wrong with me. I was just deep in thought."

"What were you thinking about?" Flynn asked excitedly.

"Nothing you'd like, just politics and the greed of man," Percy replied, shrugging. He reclined into the velvet seat of the carriage and stared at the clouds flying across the blue sky.

"Can you give me specifics?" Flynn said exasperatedly. "Please? You're the one that's good at talking."

"With how much you yap, I'd think it was you," Percy mumbled before launching into an explanation. "You know how spells are kept among noble houses. I was wondering if anyone would be angry if I recreated their spell the way I did with the golems."

Flynn clapped excitedly, making him feel like entertainment.

"I know a couple of noble families, like the Hestia family and the Logos family."

"That's the royal family, and the other isn't really noble, they just have…" Percy paused on how to explain this. "Okay, so let's start with the Hestia family and the ducal houses."

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