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Chapter 4: Triplicating Cells
Despite the absolute chaos that ensued upon the second time The Zero's familiar evolved, life had slowly returned to its usual routine at Tristain's School of Magic.
The only difference was of course, the aforementioned familiar. The massive bug man that calls itself Cell.
It had been a few days since he had evolved, and people slowly got used to his presence. What was previously an intimidating and horrifying creature was now regarded to be more of…
…a nuisance.
"C'mon magic dragon, grant me a wish! Do I need to speak Namekian or something!?"
Case in point, Cell could be seen badgering the dragon familiar of one Tabitha, the relatively infamous recluse of her grade. Dragon familiars were incredibly rare, especially due to their power, and how they grew far wiser and far deadlier with age.
Tabitha's familiar though was by far, the friendliest dragon anyone had heard of, even for a familiar. It was big, blue, and acted like a puppy.
It was also currently just very, very confused right now. Sylphid just stared at Cell with big, innocent eyes, tilting its head in confusion.
"….huh, for a dragon there's not much going on in that noggin of yours, is there?" Cell grumbles, rubbing his chin. "Was hoping you'd work like Shenron. Apparently not."
Cell had biological memories of the people that made up his body, and that included various "Z Fighters". As a result, he knows what the Dragonballs are.
Doctor Gero probably knew jack shit about them, but thanks to his DNA, Cell knew exactly what they did.
Cell was hoping that he'd be able to get his wish for Perfection granted. That's all he was gonna wish for, honest.
He wasn't expecting it would actually work, but he was bored today. It's been a little boring lately now that people weren't that scared of him. They were still grossed out by him, but not shit-your-pants-terrified.
Nothing really happened lately, besides one brief instance of Siesta apparently getting "bought" by some Mott guy.
Problem was that Cell liked Siesta, he was fun to mess with, and was one of the few people who was still scared of him, so he paid the guy a personal visit.
Of course, obviously the guy just ended up screaming obscenities and tried to kill him… with water.
With. Water.
It was absolutely hilarious.
In the end the guy ran out of steam and just gave up before proceeding to tear up whatever contract he had that said he owned Siesta and just begged him to leave. And when Cell told Siesta that the guy just gave up the contract, she actually was relieved enough that she forgot how much he terrified her when she gave him an honest to Kami hug.
...before realizing what she was doing and proceeding to faint of course.
So that was fun!
"….what are you doing?"
Cell's snapped out of his reminiscing and turns to find the blue haired and bespectacled Tabitha, standing nearby, staring at him with a blank expression.
"Trying to get a wish granted."
"….wish?"
"Yeah, from a talking magic dragon." Cell shrugged, turning back to a nervous Sylphid, missing Tabitha's posture stiffening.
Did he know? That Sylphid was a Rhyme Dragon?
Still… a wish?
"…explain."
"Where I come from there's this huge magic dragon that talks and grants you wishes if you collect seven crystal balls. Since this dragon's already here, I was kinda hoping that meant I could skip the scavenger hunt. Guess not all dragons grant wishes. Probably should have guessed that, this one's blue after all, not green." The big green bug monster sighed with disappointment.
Tabitha raised a brow as she processed what she just heard.
A giant, magical wish granting dragon? There was no way that was real, right?
Although… there are legends of some Rhyme Dragons being so ancient and wise that they have developed the power to transcend reality. Maybe he was referring to that?
Could Valliere's familiar be from a land of ancient and forgotten creatures?
"Oh well, I guess I won't be getting my dream of Perfection today. Shame." Cell shrugs, before standing up to his full height and starting to stalk away.
"…not with master?" Tabitha asks, tilting her head.
"What, mother? Nah, she's reading in her room or something, being boring."
"Not practicing?"
"Practicing for what?"
"Familiar Festival."
"The hell's a Familiar Festival?"
"Festival."
"Oh haha, very funny." Cell grumbles, before crossing his arms. "Seriously though, what is it?"
"Festival for Familiars. Some mages have Familiars perform. Do tricks and show off." Tabitha explains with clipped words, raising a hand to rub Sylphid's head.
"….huh…. excuse me." Cell says after a moment of staring and immediately bolts off at the speed of lightning, his feet barely skidding on the ground as he glides off towards the tower that Valliere's room is in, wings splayed out.
...how he even manages to fly without his wings flapping, Tabitha doesn't know, but she attributes it to magic.
"Huh, what that the Zero's familiar? What did he want?" Kirche asks as she walks over with her salamander.
"No idea."
"Mother!" Cell exclaims as he slams the windows of Louise's room open.
"Hell's bells!" Louise yelps as she slams her book shut, staring at the open window with a glare. "Do you have to do that!? You almost gave me a heart attack!"
"Did you know that there's a Familiar Festival coming up?" Cell asks as he leans his elbows on the windowsill, the rest of his body just floating in the air behind him.
Louise pursed her lips, brow furrowing as she looks away. "Erm… yes?"
"Why the hell aren't we practicing then!? Are you trying to keep me out of it?"
"Well.. maybe?"
"Whyyyyyy?"
"Well, I just.. felt like you might.. do something… stupid." Louise chuckles awkwardly, scratching her cheek a little.
"….you're worried I'd do something stupid." Cell repeats.
"That, or something gross."
"Oh c'mon, when have I done anything gross?"
"Yesterday morning you swallowed an entire roast pig with your tail." She gives him a flat look, eyes narrowed. "Slowly. Like a damn python."
"Oh c'mon, people loved that!"
"Five students threw up on the floor just from watching! And let's not forget you then regurgitated the half melted skeleton of said pig and then chucked it through the window of one of the bathing houses!" She growls, narrowing her eyes.
"Well c'mon, how many people can say that they yeeted a partially digested pig skeleton into the girl's bath house?" Cell whines, tail swaying behind him. "I set a record on that day!"
"And that, is why we aren't entering the Familiar Festival's contest. Because I 'know' you're going to do something as stupid as that." Louise huffed, before returning to her book.
"….what if I said I had a trick I can do that isn't gross, stupid, and would totally blow away the audience?"
Slowly, Louise looked back towards a smug looking Cell, her pink eyes narrowed.
"…nothing gross?"
"Nothing gross."
"It isn't stupid?"
"I swear to Brimstone or whatever, it's gonna be the coolest thing you've ever seen in your life."
The pinkette stares at her familiar for a few seconds, before slowly shutting the book once more.
"Go on."
Fouquet was currently panicking.
While outwardly, her guise as Miss Longueville was very calm, if not irritated looking as she walked down the hallway of the school, towards the dorm towers.
The plan was simple. Break into the school's vault, steal the Golem of Destruction, get out, and get paid.
It was a simple job, if not one she was reluctant to do. Not only did she have to create a false persona and spend months working here to further solidify her place as a member of staff, but she had to endure the humiliation of Old Osmond's lechery, and flirt with the (admittedly charming) Professor Colbert in order to get the information she needed.
The prize was worth it though. One that she almost considered taking for herself after betraying her benefactors.
The Golem of Destruction.
Rumors told of a powerful golem that bore the appearance of a man, locked away inside the Vault. It was said that the great artifact found its way into Old Osmond's hands many, many years ago.
A perfect golem, closer to a homunculus, and completely autonomous, obeying the will of whoever activated it.
The prospect of owning such a thing was very, very tempting. Enough that she almost considered betraying Reconquista just to get her hands on it. Hell, if it was powerful enough, she'd send it to Tiffania and have it protect her. That way not even Reconquista would be able to touch her.
Still, those were all just probabilities. There's no guarantee it's strong enough to do such a thing. No golem could possibly be.
Regardless, that plan was in jeopardy thanks to the latest buzz of the school. The Valliere's familiar known as Cell.
Though it hasn't done anything destructive lately, it has shown horrifying abilities. Devouring food with its tail. Flight. Seemingly indestructible despite repeatedly being assaulted by its master's explosive spells when it does something irritating.
And of course, according to the students who saw it evolve, the ability to drain golems of their magic.
THAT was the clincher.
She absolutely couldn't allow it to get in her way. If that thing could drain magic, she needed a golem strong enough to be able to defeat it before it managed to sink that monstrous tail into its body.
She needed a distraction that was good enough to keep it from engaging her… but what?
"T-this is brilliant! Absolutely brilliant Cell!"
"Toldja." "I totally toldja." "Definitely toldja."
Fouquet pauses as she happens to walk by the room of Valliere herself, hearing her converse with her familiar… though it almost sounded like his voice had... echoes?
"With this, there's no way we can lose the festival! We'll wipe the competition!" Valliere exclaimed on the other side, causing Fouquet to slowly walk away with a smirk.
So the two were going to perform in the festival were they?
Distraction found.
The next day greeted Louise with the sun in the sky, and all the students gathered around the front of the school. Louise in particular was all the way at the back of the crowd, grumbling to herself about her diminutive height.
"So why exactly are you waiting out here?" Cell asks as he crouches down behind the crowd so he's eye level with his master.
"The Princess is going to be attending the festival as one of the judges. We're waiting for her to arrive." Louise sighs, rubbing her cheek.
"Oh cool, a princess. Is she cute?"
"I refuse to dignify that with an answer."
Before the two could start bickering, a carriage drawn by actual bloody unicorns trotted up through the front gates of the school, followed by a griffin hovering in the air and a small army of knights.
"Pretty shit protection for a princess. One bird and a bunch of guys wearing tin can armor." Cell mutters, before receiving a light smack on one of his cranial protrusions from Louise.
"Don't disrespect the Griffin Corps! They're talented and skilled mages! My fiancé is one of them!"
"Wait, you have a fiancé!? I have a step dad?"
Louise grimaced at that. It was one thing hearing Cell call her 'mother'.
The idea of him calling Viscount Wardes 'Father' just made her stomach turn.
"Look, just forget it for now, here she comes!" The pinkette slaps Cell upside the head again as she hops a little, doing her best to see over the crowd as the carriage door opens to reveal the princess of Tristain herself, Princess Henrietta. The purple haired girl who would inherit the throne of the kingdom smile elegantly if a little sheepishly as the students began to cheer and wave, a number of male students begging for her hand in marriage.
As the princess began to converse with Old Osmond, her advisor standing beside her while her personal bodyguard, a tall tan skinned female knight, watched over her vigilantly, Cell glanced at Louise once more, pink eyes blinking.
"So that's the one we gotta impress? Piece of cake."
"I sure hope so… just to be safe, no pyrotechnics."
"Awww c'mon!"
Fouquet was ready.
By now, the festival had begun, and the princess and her guards were busy attending it. With all the focus on the brats and their familiars, she could focus on obliterating the vault's tower.
According to Colbert, the tower was nigh invincible due to the enhancements sustaining it. The only key to it was held by Osmond, but she had no idea where he kept it. He must keep it on his person because in her months of working for him, she couldn't find a damn trace of the bloody thing.
Still, she was confident her golems would be able to fix that.
Normally she would just use a single earthen golem for her heavier jobs, but taking the Valliere's familiar into the equation, she decided that she would need to arm herself better.
Which is why she made three of them. They were all going to tax her heavily, but at the very least, they'd prove to be wonderful distractions. Two would attack the festival directly as soon as it started to end, and the third would break open the vault.
All she had to do… was wait for the right moment.
Princess Henrietta was good at wearing masks. Not physical ones, but emotional facades to hide her true thoughts. As royalty, you have to learn how to hide your true feelings, and remain outwardly graceful, elegant, and strong.
Right now she was all smiles as she sat in the private seats for the festival, set on some tall bleachers, with other teachers and her own personal escorts around her. But inside… she was dreadfully tired.
A number of reasons, many of which involved her dear Prince Wales in Albion, Reconquista, and some combination of both. Not just that but rumors of mysterious warriors draining the raw magic out of people in Gallia under the cover of night, leaving comatose husks with no magic left in them.
It's honestly been a tiring week, so hopefully she would be able to make this trip worth it by visiting her dear friend Louise Francoise! She would have to do it at night of course, a princess cannot openly show favor to a single person just like that.
"And now next up on the stage after that magnificent airshow by Miss Tabitha and her dragon familiar Sylphid, we have Louise Francoise le Blanc de la Valliere and her familiar… erm, Little Green!"
Henrietta blinked, her smile widening a little as she watched her childhood friend step up onto the stage. Her bubblegum pink hair was as lovely as always.
The same could not be said for the utter monstrosity following her.
"What the devil IS that thing?" Cardinal Mazarin murmurs in disgust, staring at the… massive green bug man that the announcer stated to be known as 'Little Green'.
"That would be Miss Valliere's familiar, Little Green, or as he likes to call himself, Cell. He's quite the character, jolly good for conversation." Headmaster Osmond chuckles.
"It can speak?" Henrietta turns to the old square class Earth mage with surprise. "Where does it come from?"
"Nobody knows, your majesty. When Miss Valliere summoned him, the creature was in a larval stage of sorts, appearing more reptilian, like a salamander, but over the course of less than a day he managed to grow to such a size and form by eating incredible amounts of food, and according to eyewitnesses, by absorbing magic using his tail."
"Impossible, such an ability is known only by Elves!" Mazarin hisses to Osmond, who simply shrugs.
"And yet Cell seems to have a natural biological ability to do so. He also has shown to have tremendous physical capabilities and is capable of flight as well. I am quite curious to see what he will do for this festival!"
Hearing this, Henrietta turns her gaze down towards her old friend, who was clearing her throat as while the creature known as 'Cell' stood behind her with its arms crossed, tail swaying almost impatiently.
"My name is Louise Francoise le Blanc de la Valliere, and this is my familiar, Little Gree-"
"It's Cell!" The creature hisses out, voice raspy and scratchy, causing a number of the princess' knights to gasp and almost draw their weapons.
"Oh grow up." Louise turns and light flicks Cell on the snout, making it go cross-eyed for a moment before it huffs and rolls its bright pink eyes. "Anyway, my familiar will be performing some martial arts… against itself! I guarantee you have never seen anything like this!"
"Martial arts?" Henrietta blinks in surprise. "Why would such a creature know martial arts?"
"How on earth is it going to use its own martial arts against itself?" Mazarin huffed, rubbing his chin.
Louise slowly stepped off the stage, her strides confident and face bearing a smug look that Henrietta hadn't seen in years.
As soon as the pinkette left the stage, Cell crouched a little, legs spread apart and arms at its side.
"Multi-form technique!"
The creature's body shimmered briefly, before he began to… multiply.
Hazy outlines bearing his image began to split off from him, before the images solidified into completely corporeal looking copies of the creature.
There were now THREE of him.
"Impossible… Wind Clones..? S-such a spell is only known b-by Triangle Class wind mages…" Mazarin stutters, staring bug eyed along with the rest of the school's staff and most of the student audience.
"He's capable of such a technique as well…? Fascinating.. he never fails to surprise, even now." Osmond hums, stroking his long beard. "It is almost as if he is capable of biologically replicating magical spells using his own natural body..."
"Well hey there handsome!" Cell 1 exclaims, looking at the copy on his right, before looking to the one on his left. "And good looking! What do you say we give them a show they won't ever forget?"
"Sounds like a plan! When do we start?" Cell 3 asked, before receiving an uppercut from the main body as he's launched straight up into the sky.
"RIGHT NOW! HAAAAAA!" Cell 1 roars out before bolting up into the air. The second copy follows after him, and the three engage in a three-way brawl in the sky.
"WHATCHA!" The first Cell shrieks out as he quickly spins through the air towards the copy he uppercutted, and delivers a round house kick.
The kick gets blocked as Cell 3 recovers from the uppercut, quickly raising a forearm to block the leg attempting to knock his block off, before he retaliates with a jab to the prime Cell's gut.
A jab which is blocked by one of Cell 1's hands, grabbing the fist in his palm. "Nice try wise guy-whoa!"
The two immediately break apart as Cell 2 suddenly barges in between them and spins, his tail lashing out and slapping them both aside in the air. "Surprise, dinguses!"
The other two Cells right themselves in the air, before charging right at Cell 2, and the three began to enter a three-way fisticuff, their fists and palms jabbing out at each other and deflecting each other's own attacks at speeds that barely anybody down below could process.
"Brimir's balls…" Kirche murmurs, staring wide eyed at the fight going on in the air, loud booms and thuds filling the sky as the three punched at each other, the trio of Cells rotating slowly in the air as they fought. "I think this airshow might have yours beat Tabby…"
"…salty." Tabitha mutters, patting Sylphid on the head as she stares up at the ridiculous sight before her.
First magic absorption, then talk of wish granting dragons, and now the ability to make clones of himself.
Tabitha wasn't one to swear as she deemed it uncivilized and preferred short, clipped words, but..
"…what the hell IS he?"
The slight choking sound Kirche made at hearing her swear was almost worth it.
"Goodness…" Henrietta held a hand up to her mouth in shock as she watched the dogfight in the air, witnessing one of the Cells performing a complicated vertical spinning kick to knock one of the others away, before it gets decked halfway across the festival's skyline from the third Cell. "This is.. I have no words."
"Such a beast is capable of this… and this is the familiar of the youngest Valliere you say?" Mazarin turns to look Osmond, who nodded.
"Indeed. Of course Karin the Heavy Wind's youngest daughter would summon such a powerful familiar. Impressive, no? I imagine the two of them will make quite a name for themselves in the future." The old headmaster chuckles, watching the fight with twinkling eyes. What a spectacle!
Meanwhile, at the back of the bleachers, Viscount Wardes watched the fight with an ashen face as he discreetly clenches a fist under his coat.
'We… may have a problem.'
For an entire minute and a half, the three Cell copies fought each other, before one of them suddenly bursts into smoke as Cell 1 manages to ram his fist right through the stomach of Cell 3, catching him off guard by yanking his leg closer with his tail.
"Ha! And they say you can't fist yourself!"
A disgusted groan echoed through the student audience.
"Oh shut up, that was funny-AGH!" Cell 1 grunts as he's decked in the face by Cell 2, sending him flying a few feet before he skids to a stop in the air. "Ow, jeez, why!? I was in the middle of talking! I wouldn't do that to you!"
"Bitch, you totally would." Cell 2 grunts as he raises his fists.
"…yeah, you're right. And you know what else I'd do?" Cell 1 grins as he slowly angles his body, cupping both his hands beside his hip.
Cell 2's eyes widen. "Wait, seriously!? But mother said no pyrotechnics!"
"Well, lets just say I'm feeling a little... rebellious." The main Cell whispers. "Kaaaaa….. meeeeee…"
"Ohhh shit…" Cell 2 murmurs before mimicking the prime body's stance. "Kaaaaaaa… meeeeeee…."
And the crowd watched as blue orbs of light began to form between their hands.
"What is it doing?" Henrietta blinks, staring at the two oddly positioned bug monsters.
"Is it… it can't be doing a spell, can it?" Mazarin murmurs to himself more than anything. "I-it can't be possible…"
"I don't think 'impossible' applies to Cell…" Osmond muses, watching the glowing blue orbs of energy form between the Cells cupped hands.
That didn't look elemental… could it be…
…Void?"
"Haaaaaaaaaa….. meeeeeeeee…"
"Haaaaaaaaaa… meeeeeeeee…."
The blue energy began to shine brighter between their hands, the spheres now growing larger.
"Brace." Tabitha whispered, her eyes widening.
"What was that Tabby-"
"BRACE!"
Down below, Louise's brow twitched violently as she growled. "Cell, I swear to Brimir, don't you dare-"
The two Cells stared at each other in dead silence, the only noise in the festival grounds being the murmur of the crowds below, and the humming of their collected energy shining in their hands.
And then in sync, the two thrusted their hands towards each other.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
And absolute pandemonium began.
Henrietta shrieked in surprise as massive beams of blue light were fired from both Cells palms, before the beams crashed into one another, a struggle of sorts happening between the two opposing forces as everything is dyed blue, and the sheer force of the two conflicting energy beams kicked up the wind and dust, sending many hats flying off heads and forcing the audience to hold onto each other and their seats. Henrietta herself had to grab her tiara to stop it from flying off her head, while her other hand kept her dress from flying upwards and showing everyone her bloomers.
"WHAT THE DEVIL IS HAPPENING!?" Mazarin screamed as he held onto his seat, his robes fluttering in the backdraft of the beam struggle, while Osmond simply sat there with wide, awe filled eyes, his beard flapping around.
"The dawn of a new age…" Old Osmond murmurs.
As soon as Fouquet saw the massive clash of two beams of pure blue light in the distance, she realized she had to act now.
Gritting her teeth, she raised her wand and prepared to summon up her golem…
…before realizing something about the bright blue lights.
Was it.. getting bigger?
…or closer?
"Uh oh."
The two Cells kept up the beam struggle, her arms shaking from the strain.
Honestly, Cell had been waiting for a chance to use this skill. He hadn't gotten a chance to use any Ki blasts ever since he got here, so to be able to use Goku's signature (and stolen) technique for the first time…
…fuck it felt euphoric.
Still, all good things had to die.
"Sorry good looking, there's only enough room for one Cell in this world! And it's ME!" Cell 1 roars out, before suddenly increasing the output of Ki between his hands as the beam almost doubles inside, the destructive turtle wave starting to swallow up Cell 2, whose eyes widened in horror.
"Oh that is so BULLSHI-"
Before he's engulfed in the energy beam and turned to nothing.
Louise stared up at the sky in slackjawed awe and horror.
She said no pyrotechnics, and of course Cell had to go and pull THIS out of his hat.
The bright blue beam of light wasn't fire, it wasn't wind, it wasn't water, it wasn't earth… she had no idea what to classify this as besides just... light.
Could it be Void?
No, it had to be that Ki stuff that Cell kept talking about. That stuff was just spiritual, right?
How the hell does spiritual energy create THIS?
The pinkette almost sighed in relief as the final copy was obliterated in the attack… only for her heart to drop right into her stomach when she sees the beam fly across the sky, not completely unobstructed, and blasting off half of one of the school's towers.
"…I'm going to kill him."
"Oh dear…" Henrietta gasps as the beam of light screams through the air and seems to obliterate the side of one of the distant towers connected to the school.
"Oh dear… that was the vault." Osmond almost chokes, his eyes wide. "I-it broke the enchantments…"
Immediately, he stood up, feeling panic set in.
The artifacts!
The Golem!
Fouquet escaped death by the skin of her teeth when she quickly sunk deep underground.
That beam of light just flew through the air right towards the tower. If she hadn't acted quickly as she did, she would have been turned to ashes, without a doubt.
As the rumbling stopped, she slowly rose up from the dirt, finding the beam of light gone….
…and half of the tower blasted clean off, leaving smoking remains… and a clear shot to the Golem of Destruction.
"…works for me." She mutters, smirking a little, before flicking her wand up.
Now was as good a time as any.
"Uhhhh… whoops?" Cell held his hands up in a 'what can ya do' gesture as he landed back on the stage.
Only to receive an explosion right to the face. "OW-FUCK!"
"I SAID NO PYROTECHNICS! YOU BLEW UP HALF OF THE VAULT TOWER!" Louise yelled as she stomped onto the stage, wand aloft, and started to kick at Cell's shins. "Do you have any idea how expensive that could be?! We probably got disqualified for that!"
"Oh c'mon, but it was cool!" Cell whined, not even budging as his irate adoptive mother kicked at his leg.
"It was but property damage outweighs cool factor you absolute idio-"
The pinkette was cut off then, when the ground started to rumble, and a pair of massive earthen golems began to emerge from the dirt behind the festival grounds, starting to lumber towards the audience.
"…is this a part of the festival?" Cell couldn't help but ask.
"No… this is an attack!" Louise exclaimed when one of the golems plucked up a large chunk of the earth straight from the ground it trod on, before hurling it right at the audience, the students starting to scatter and scream while the knights all try to organize an evacuation.
"Cell!"
"Right, right!"
With a blur of movement, Cell burst off the stage and right above the audience, before he thrusted a palm into the air towards the huge boulder of stone and soil spinning towards him.
With a deafening crack, a shockwave erupts from his palm and shatters the earthen projectile into thousands of small, harmless pieces of dirt.
"Alright, that's done… let's deal with the big rocky punching bag!" Cell grins, before he rockets through the air towards the first golem. "C'mere big guy!"
As Cell engages the golems, Fouquet found herself standing deep in the vault, her eyes wide under her hood.
"What.. is this..? THIS is the Golem of Destruction…?"
The thief slowly steps closer to her target, before laying a hand on its broad, armor clad chest, a smile starting to bloom on her face.
"It… no... he is beautiful…."
Reconquista could not have him. Such a perfect specimen of a golem….
…it had to be hers. Hers and hers alone.
She preferred gingers anyway.
Suprise! I know its short compared to my usual stuff (though, to be fair, the last chapter was roughly the same length), but I'm trying to get back into writing this.
I was in the middle of writing for RWBY: EoR, but then decided 'You know what? I need to write something less serious. I'm gonna go back to Zero Perfection.'
So, I did.
The next chapter is gonna cover the rest of Fouquet's arc, and yes, that "golem" is exactly who you think it is. But how? Why? When?
Find out next time!
I'm glad I got to get back to this and do a more... casual style of writing. Its fun.