Forging
The workshop was Edwin's sanctuary, his domain—an inviolable space where no servant, steward, or family member had ever set foot. It was here, surrounded by the hum of machinery and the glow of holographic interfaces, that Edwin pursued his true goals. He cared little for the Umbracrest household or its legacy; everything he did was for himself and his own ambitions.
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Edwin inspected the crates of materials delivered earlier that day, stored securely in an adjacent, automated storeroom. The workshop had been remodeled to accommodate the influx of resources without requiring external help. Conveyors moved the raw materials into designated stations, and robotic arms operated under the AI's precise instructions.
"AI, begin refining the alloys and preparing the base structure for the first mechanical knight," Edwin commanded.
"Processing initiated," the AI replied. "Estimated completion of primary components: 18 hours."
Edwin observed as molten metal was poured into molds and refined through advanced techniques the world had likely never seen. The combination of modern engineering and ancient runic knowledge made the process both efficient and revolutionary.
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At the heart of Edwin's design was the energy core. He studied the ancient schematics recovered from the hidden chamber, integrating them with the AI's advanced calculations. The core wasn't just a power source; it was the key to unlocking the knight's full potential.
"AI, display the stability metrics for the latest core prototype."
The holographic display shifted to show complex graphs. "Stability at 82%. Recommend recalibration of runic etchings to achieve optimal output."
"Do it," Edwin said, his focus unwavering.
As the AI adjusted the design, Edwin manually engraved the necessary runes onto a rare alloy plate. The intricate symbols glowed faintly, resonating with an ancient power that sent shivers down his spine.
"This core will be perfect," Edwin murmured, his voice filled with a rare trace of satisfaction.
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As Edwin worked, a soft chime interrupted his thoughts. A drone entered the workshop, carrying a sealed letter that was picked up by it in front of workshop A servants probably left if there since I said I don't wanna be disturbed. Edwin wiped his hands on a cloth and broke the wax seal, immediately recognizing Cedric's precise handwriting.
> *Edwin,*
> *Our return has been delayed. Father, Mother, and I will remain with the Viscount for three more days due to unforeseen negotiations. I trust you've handled yourself responsibly during our absence. Be prepared to give a full account of your activities when we return.*
Edwin's lips curled into a faint smirk. *So, they won't be back for three more days? Perfect.* He tossed the letter onto a nearby table, already turning his attention back to the project.
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The next stage of the knight's construction involved creating its frame—a combination of strength and agility. Edwin carefully monitored the automated systems as they assembled the skeletal structure, ensuring every joint and connection adhered to his exacting standards.
"AI, prioritize durability in the leg joints and flexibility in the arms. These knights must be able to withstand both prolonged combat and rapid maneuvers," Edwin instructed.
"Adjustments implemented," the AI confirmed.
Edwin's mind raced with possibilities. These knights would be his first step toward true independence, a force loyal only to him. The Umbracrest household and its politics were of no interest; what mattered was his vision, his future.
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His father extended stay with the Viscount did not trouble Edwin in the slightest. His influence in household affairs was undeniable, but he rarely interfered with his activities. As long as he and the others remained preoccupied, Edwin had the freedom to pursue his goals without interruption.
"Three more days," Edwin muttered. "That's all the time I need to finish the prototype and secure my position."
Edwin standing before the skeletal frame of his first mechanical knight. Its imposing form gleamed under the workshop lights, a silent promise of power.
The faint hum of the energy core echoed in the background.