Daniel inspects the many control functions of the ancient Feldrok castle known to all of demon kin as 'The Citadel'. Standing as a testament of time passing, the Citadel was in a state of disrepair for as long as almost anyone can remember, but it was unapproachable to anyone wanting to conquer its riches for themselves.
Lurking in the shadowy halls of the massive castle was a lone Feldrok, feral from being raised by the wild, in spite of its immense power, and thus, it laid claim to the Citadel as its territory, and it couldn't be defeated, even by the full might of the dragons who brought the Citadel low originally.
However, a strange human sorcerer that possesses no obvious magic of his own was able to strike down the feral Feldrok with three quick spells from his unique staff of the thunder god.
As Daniel operates the control panel for the ancient magical and technologically advanced castle, having laughed off the Caretaker's remark that he's a natural in spite of being human, the Caretaker golem states out of the blue. “How very strange, Master…”
“Forgive me for doing so, but indeed, I can detect no inherent mana in your body. All layers of analysis have revealed there is no masking or deceit spells. The only alternative is that you are even more powerful than the builders of this place.”
Daniel chuckled again. “Occam's Razor.”
“Occam. 'Entities must not be multiplied beyond necessity'. Or, informally said, 'Often times, the simple answer is the right answer'. Unless I'm wrong as well, I have no magic of my own. No mana in my body, and no ability to react to spells, which includes beneficial or detrimental spells.”
“How fascinating. I would think that would be an impossibility.”
Daniel hesitates again, and Hekate looks at him. He glanced at her, and then looked down. After a moment of thought, he looks at the Caretaker. “Before I explain myself, can I ask you why the Citadel accepts me if I have no magic?”
“Wisdom beyond my own, though now, making total sense, it seems. My original masters wanted the Citadel to never cease to exist, even if all of them died out. In their nigh-infinite wisdom, they made the decision to ensure that I would be here to guide any new residents, should the worst come to pass. I often wondered why that function was not contingency on mana. Now I know.”
Daniel ponders as well. “I see… Then, I suppose it’s my turn.” He looks at Hekate specifically, saying gently. “I’m not from this world. I was summoned here by magic. For reasons I don’t know, I arrived here without mana, even though the person summoned with me did arrive with mana. That is why my weapons don’t belong here. And, why they are a threat to the denizens of this world.”
Hekate stares at him for a long time silently. The Caretaker speaks casually, “I see. Yes, such spells are mentioned in the archives. I’ll try to find them for your reference, Master. My units are currently conquering the current floor. It will still be some time.”
Daniel acknowledges the answer with a nod. “Thank you. I haven’t held my breath that it’s possible, but I have been curious since arriving in this world if it’s possible for me to return.”
Hekate gasps and jumps up, clutching his shirt. She shouts, “NO! DANIEL NO!”
He chuckles, petting her head. “I didn’t say I’d leave. I didn’t have really anything to lose, other than some luxuries I haven’t missed as much as I thought I would. But, it would be nice to know if it’s possible. The man who arrived with me may have desires to return home, if possible.”
“Do you know this other summon, Master?”
“I didn’t prior to our arrival. We’re friendly, though a political situation is how I ended up all the way out here. Never thought I’d be a ruler of a castle.”
The golem cocks its head. “Is that not the reason you slayed the feral child?”
“No. Well, yes, I guess, but I did it for Hekate, since I’m… looking for someone else.”
Hekate grips his shirt, forcing him to look at her by leaning into his eye line. He smiles. “If you can keep a secret, I’m hunting a dragon.”
She gasps, shaking her head. The golem simply laughs. “You are!? How ironic… I must confess, Master, that if a dragon had been able to restart the Citadel, I would be bound to them instead. However…” The voice turns soft and feminine. “The dragons cost me everything…”
Daniel sympathizes with her. “I have my suspicions of why Hekate is here. It’s impossible that they didn’t know she was a Feldrok. I imagine, since she’s enslaved, they were hoping she could defeat the feral Feldrok or chalk the Citadel up as a loss if she couldn’t.”
The Caretaker nods in agreement, “Yes,...” even as Hekate glances between them nervously. “Yes, that makes sense, Master.”
“Can the Citadel hold off dragons?”
“Of course, Master. It can hold off any invader. It required a betrayal of trust to shut down in the first place. There is enough power stored now, there will be no invasion unless you allow it, Master. Or…” The Caretaker glances at Hekate. She flinches, looking at Daniel with worried eyes.
Daniel smiles. “I see. Hekate, until I can get rid of your other problem, I’m going to have the Caretaker remove your access to the security systems. Alright?”
She confirms with a nod, leaning against him to hug him. “Daniel… [I just want to be with you…]”
“‘I just want to be with you’, she says.”
The little Feldrok girl is startled, but she hugs Daniel. It’s not untrue, it’s just embarrassing that she forgot the Caretaker can understand her just fine.
Daniel pets her head and holds her. “Alright. I’ll make you a full administrator as soon as it’s safe. So long as you are a member of the Citadel, they can’t kill you.” He nods contentedly with the plan, “Please revoke Hekate’s ability to shut down systems, Caretaker.”
The golem nods in turn. “Done.”
“As for defense, how does the Citadel defend itself?”
“Various strategies can be designed, Master, depending on the goal. For instance, we have currently corralled all of the goblins on this floor via forced paths to subjugation zones. Isolating those cells contains the goblins until they are dealt with in a manner befitting your decision. For a siege, a magic barrier is produced that can withstand all damage for centuries.”
“Good. Set the barrier to maximum defense and activate it if anyone new intrudes. Obviously, I’d like myself and Hekate to be able to come and go if needed.”
“Of course. Filter barriers are an easy solution, Master.”
Daniel studies the golems in the room, which have mostly finished cleaning the immediate area while construction golems are building scaffolding under the hole in the ceiling.
Daniel suddenly thinks for a moment. He asks, “Caretaker?”
“Who were you before you became the Citadel’s Caretaker?”
“As I mentioned, I’d rather continue to treat you like a person. If you’d allow it, I’d like to know your name and a little about you before you became a golem.”
“Is this another test, Master?”
“No. It’s a sincere request.”
“I… see…” There’s a pause, and the feminine tones in the golem’s voice return. “I was a Dattakorien woman named Xyreko who resided here in the Citadel’s surrounding town and served the Masters as a maid-nurse for the civilian Feldrok children during expeditions.”
“Xyreko? Do you mind if I call you by your name, Xyreko?”
“If it pleases you, Master, I will answer to that name.”
“Thank you. It does, so from now on, I’ll refer to you as Xyreko.”
“And, on that note, you may call me ‘Daniel’.”
“That is impossible, Master.”
“I figured you’d say that. But, if you do warm up to me, I’d prefer to be called just Daniel. Just so you know.”
“I will remember. But it’ll remain impossible.”
From there, Daniel asks some more personal questions about Xyreko, learning that she passed away from old age, she had three children, who are among ‘the units’; the many golems serving the Citadel. She has existed as a golem for centuries, and the Feldrok-humanoid form of the golems was chosen as a uniform, essentially.
After learning about her, he learns that the Citadel has a full suite of manufacturing, storage, research, archive, learning, combat training, and defensive installations that allow the castle to function autonomously for an extremely long time. Additionally, the massive size of the residential areas of the castle and surrounding land under the structure’s protection are large enough to house around 500,000 ‘human-sized’ individuals, with enough supplies in magical storage to sustain that population for several decades. Since the Feldroks invented magical storage technology and the associated spells, the Citadel is the pinnacle of the technology itself.
After a while, the Caretaker reports that the top floor, where they are, has been cleared safe, and all hostiles are currently contained to be moved to the imprisonment facility on the ground floor once the prison is reclaimed.
Golems are the soldiers, but because their true form is ethereal now, the Citadel simply regenerates the golems and continues attacking until the enemies are purged, and they have access to weapons and magic. It’s slow going, but it’s a one-sided massacre, with the exception of the sentient races being intentionally corralled in compliance with Daniel’s request.
Hekate’s stomach growls, and she blushes when both Xyreko and Daniel look at her. Daniel smiles. “Looks like it’s time for dinner.”
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“I know, Xyreko. No rush. I’ll handle this one, thank you.”
Daniel extracts his camping bag from his magic bag, and he starts setting up the simple campfire and cooking equipment he uses. Xyreko hums in what sounds like disappointment. “Master… I understand the current circumstances, but… This is a little much, is it not?”
“What? The smoke? Apologies for causing more work.”
“Not that. It won’t do for the Master to do menial work in my presence. Please, allow me.”
“It’s fine. I don’t know how to be a Master, as you can probably tell.”
“Still…” She somewhat forcefully inserts herself, and several more golems appear, bringing a dining table and chairs. They ensure to place them where the smoke won’t interfere, and Xyreko gestures, “Please take your seats, Master and Lady Hekate. I shall handle the meal.”
Daniel chuckles, going along when the golems push the two toward the dining table. “Alright! Alright! Thank you, Xyreko.”
Hekate is unintelligible to Daniel, but she complains, “[Daniel is a great cook! You better not mess up!]”
“I would never dream of it, my Lady Hekate. It has been some time, but I assure you, I was quite skilled.”
After a little bit, with the ingredients Daniel had pulled out, Xyreko provides two meals that look like they could have come out of the kitchen of a five star restaurant. Slabs of meat grilled to perfection, potato-equivalents and a simple light pasta made with tools provided by the golems as she was cooking.
Hekate pouts, but Daniel nods gratefully. “Thank you, Xyreko. It looks delicious.”
“Please help yourselves, Master, my Lady. If you have a drink, I would happily serve you.”
Hekate retorts, “[Our water skins are just fine.]”
Daniel extracts water and wooden cups from the bag, and Xyreko tilts her golem head towards Hekate only slightly, causing the young Feldrok girl to flinch as she grits her teeth. Xyreko serves the both of them water from the barrel -probably from rations of the army that he defeated-. Admittedly, the barreled water is more pure tasting than the water skins, which see heavy use, and in storage, time doesn’t progress, so the water is as fresh and cool as the day it was put in.
Hekate tries the meal, and she again jumps in place. Daniel is good at campfire cooking. He can make a simple meal with flavor and without burning or ruining any of the food. However,...
Hekate glances at Xyreko, who, although the golem Caretaker can’t express emotions with facial features, since the head is fixed like a statue, Xyreko is looking directly at Hekate, and the young girl can feel a smug gaze on her, which causes her tail to begin puffing up as she squeezes her teeth together silently. She lowers her shoulders and shrinks as much as possible as she continues eating, and Xyreko looks away, victorious in this battle.
For his part, and seemingly not noticing the silent battle, Daniel remarks, “This is REALLY good, Xyreko. It’s been a while, but this is probably the absolute best meal I’ve had in this world, and I ate with nobles back in the kingdom.”
“I’m flattered, Master. Thank you for such glowing praise.”
“You deserve it. I feel like I’m going to be spoiled by you and this place.”
“The Citadel is yours, Master, and I am yours.” Hekate flinches again at such bold and direct words. Xyreko continues, “I will happily serve you so long as we both exist.”
“Thank you. Maybe I really won’t go back to Earth…”
Hekate jumps up, “NO! Daniel no! Daniel [stay! You have to stay!]”
Daniel chuckles, “I’m teasing, Hekate. I wasn’t going anywhere. But, I definitely don’t feel like I earned all this…”
“Perish the thought, Master. You have defeated two dragons and the feral Feldrok. What may seem simple to you has been impossible for all others, including dragons. Your hand reached the panel. The Citadel is yours.” Hekate nods in agreement with a hum of approval.
He agrees thankfully. “I appreciate it.” He perks up, asking, “Say, Xyreko, I know you’re probably tasked to capacity with restoring the Citadel, but I’m curious. What all can manufacturing produce?”
“Hmm? Through magic and with proper materials, virtually anything that can be conceived. Do you have something in mind, Master? Perhaps armor? A mythril sword? Sharmelkolle is rather scarce, but since it’s just you, there should be plenty to satisfy any whim you desire.”
“We’ll come back to that last one then, since now I’m curious. Can I show you what I want to make?”
“Of course. Please do.”
Daniel extracts one of the special cartridges that goes into his rifle, and he hands it over to the Caretaker. She inspects it for a moment, though her head doesn’t have expressions. “Interesting… These components… Alchemy powder? And a shard of dragon tooth? How peculiar…”
“I’ve told you I come from another world. This is a component to a weapon that is highly dangerous and could alter the balance of this world. Seeing as the Citadel apparently could as well, I’m trusting you to keep its design confidential.”
Xyreko chuckles. “I wouldn’t consider anything else, Master. If you ask it, I shall even prevent the design from being recorded. But, it may be beneficial if I know what it’s supposed to do. I don’t understand the seam between these pieces.”
“It’s a projectile. The alchemy powder is black powder. A simpler version than what we used in my world’s modern time, but same point. It explodes in the canister and projects the smaller piece forward faster than sound. The dragon tooth helps give it the hardness I need to penetrate… uh… Feldrok skin. And, hopefully, dragon scales.”
Xyreko is silent for a long time. She finally remarks, “You… didn’t use magic?”
“A-... Anyone… could wield your weapon?”
“Yes. Though, there is a skill curve. I’m not even the best, and my weapon is sub-par. But…”
“You’re saying you could arm an army of dragon slayers?”
Xyreko suddenly surprises them both again. She darts to Daniel, taking both of his hands. “Do you really mean it?”