《My Yuri Adventure》mémoire of a mage
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I awaken in a bed but my head is fuzzy. My name is Sapphire I used to be a mage, I seem to have reached the end of my life and transferred a part of my soul to a golem so that I may continue to research. "I see." I stand up and walk over to the desk that is sitting across from the bed. After getting to the desk I see a stack of books beside a single book that has a title 'What You Will Need To Know' Upon opening it on the first page there is a letter -"""-
To Sapphire,
I am Rain Fortuna. I am the one who has brought you into this world, using a part of my own soul to craft your consciousness. I am truly sorry I couldn't stay to teach you anything, but I should of left all my knowledge to help you survive. This knowledge I left ranges from books of tips to keep you from being tricked by others to just about the world itself. My goal. When I started to create you was as a vessel to continue my research, but as time passed as I put more time into your creation I started to think of you as my own daughter. Silly, isn't it? I believe that you should have your own freedom to make choices. You have my own soul so I have no doubt that you will one day dive into research on your own will, but you need not rush yourself as you are not like me. You are much more of a... completed package. You will not have to worry about having to eat, sleep, or the effect of age. You have a massive amount of magic resistance and your body is as hard as steel. You are stronger than 100 men and you have the beauty to rival Aphrodite, not to brag. You need not worry about restrictions, I allow you to take any path you like. Unlike a normal golem with a pseudo-soul you have an actual soul. What this means is that you can grow further by taking a job and class as well as taking the power from your enemies to enhance your growth. But beware, you are not invincible, there are many stronger than you. You must think through your actions, protect yourself. The whole world may not be your enemy but much of it will try to manipulate you for their own often nefarious purposes. But daughter o' mine, you have much knowledge and skills inherited from me. You have a start many would dream of, but this is no exscuse not to stay humble, pride is your friend and your biggest enemy! Those who are consumed by pride have a habit of their nose being caved in, but it is also something all professionals must have to be respected. The world is a dangerous yet extremely beautiful place. I... just hope you can forgive me for leaving you alone. I hope you can find a family. Maybe to leave my daughter my last dream to give her happyness I left you a friend, a cyborg. Well it's a bit more complicated. A cyborg, which is a homunculi combined with an automata that I have taught so that you could have a friend (I went all out for you!). I did not use a pseudo-soul on her but used a spirit tear instead so she is as human as you are. I hope you guys get along and can enjoy an adventure to see the world. In the basement I have left two sets of equipment and plenty of necessary clothing (underwear, night clothes, ect.). There are also item bags, space rings, Sleipnir shoes, mithril spider tread clothing, and robes that are made through the most advanced techniques for the two of you. There are tons of potions in storage too. I can't stop repeating that I hope you can forgive me that I couldn't do more for you. I hope that one day you will call me mother if we ever meet in the void after you have passed *sniff*. One thing that I have learned is that no matter what everything will end, everything will return to the void. Dragons, Kings and Gods are no exception to this so please be careful! I'm torn between seeing you soon or seeing you later... Signed Rain Fortuna. PS: you can always return this place is your hope I have automata to keep up potion stocks and take care of everything -"""- "Thank you, Mother."
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