As we moved closer, people became commonplace, walking up and down the streets. They’d all nervously glance towards me and move to let me pass. I guessed golems weren’t commonplace anymore but that knowledge didn’t help me feel any less like an outsider. This feeling wasn’t new, but it had been a while since I had felt this. I hadn’t felt this feeling while serving the purpose my master had given to me.

Eventually, the streets became frustratingly narrow. The thief didn’t seem to notice but I did. I was surprised the thief wanted to live in such a claustrophobic area but I didn’t mention this to him. I didn’t want to be rude. Bog, my adopted sibling, had always wanted to live in the bottom of a marsh where he was always covered in mud. How could someone shine their rocks in a place full of mud? I didn’t know so I thought his choice of living location was poor, even poorer than the thief’s overcrowded area.

“We’re here.” the thief stated while pointing at a three-story building. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was impressed. It certainly wasn’t as large as my master’s manor but for someone who’s priorities were all out of order it was a pretty big home.

“It’s huge!” I stated excitedly.

“Well, it’s an apartment. I only own the third floor.”

I frowned. That wasn’t very large nor impressive. I wondered why the thief wanted to go to the hassle of getting it back. I had easily built larger shelters in the wilderness where it wasn’t crowded except for the occasional bird chirping or bear fishing.

I had promised the thief that I would get his house back for him though so it didn’t matter what I thought of his house. I had made a promise and I would keep my promise.

The door was locked so I punched it with my fist, shattering the door into many pieces. I roared at the top of my lungs and moved farther into the apartment. It was a modest place to live. In the main room, there was a simple square table with three roughly made chairs. A small chandelier hung from the ceiling, emitting a blue light similar in color to the mana in my core.

A window brought in natural light that illuminated the small wooden table and blue chandler. Looking out I could see the entire village. Buildings of various heights created a jungle of stone and wood buildings that only became scarce on the outskirts of the village.

“Ahhh.” screamed a panicked woman who came out of the bedroom door. Her hair was all messy and unkempt, black rings around her eyes suggested she had been spell crafting. My master often had the same black rings whenever he stayed up all day and night spell crafting. Maybe she’d know where my master had gone. Maybe I should ask her.

I dismissed the thought. I was here to help the thief get his old home back. This was not the time to ask questions. I had to kill first ask questions later.

I roared again and brought down my fists where the woman had been standing. She jumped away, narrowly avoiding being turned into bright red pulp. My hands penetrated the floor sending shrapnel of wood in every direction. As I awkwardly unlodged my hands, I could peek down into the floor below.

The woman had run into the bedroom which had a door I couldn’t fit through. That didn’t matter when I charged through it like it was nothing but cardboard. I let out a mighty roar one more time. I scanned the room to find a man balled up by the corner wall and the woman from before sitting near him on the ledge of the bed.

“You spineless coward,” screamed the woman as she slapped the balled up man in the face. “I was almost smashed to pieces by that thing and you did nothing to protect me. Now we’re both going to die and you did nothing. NOTHING!”

As I watched them, I realized maybe they didn’t have to die. I had forgotten that I couldn’t ask the dead questions as my master had pointed out a long time ago.

“Leave. Never return.” I croaked in the deepest, raspiest voice I could muster.

I watched the two humans shuffle past me, trying to keep as much distance as they could between me and them. It didn’t help much. There wasn’t much room in the thief’s apartment and I stood next to the only door… well… the only hole where the door had been.

As they shuffled out, the thief entered. I was proud of my work but the look on the thief’s face suggested that I shouldn’t be.

“What did you do to the place!” he shouted.

I turned and scanned the little apartment. I noticed that the condition of the room had changed since I’d entered. The table was broken in two pieces, the chandelier laid on the floor, and the bedroom door was gone just like most of the wall around it. I guessed I must’ve gotten a little carried away.

“Well, I guess I can get someone to fix it once I get a job.” said the resigned thief who was trying to clean up the shattered glass shards scattered all over the floor with his bare hands.

I just nodded.

I figured if I helped clean the mess it would only make it worse. Human stuff was pretty delicate and I didn’t have the dexterity to fix the stuff I broke. I wished my hands had been designed to build rather than destroy, but that wasn’t the life of a golem.

“How did you get them to leave?” asked the thief.

“I banged up the place and forced to leave or I’d smash them,” I said with pride.

I watched as the human’s face turned pale. He fell to the floor and his hands went up to his face to rub his eyes.

“Oh no, this isn’t good. Do you realize what you did? The mayor is going to kill both of us now. If we even manage to defeat whoever the mayor sends after us, he’s just going to send more people. No one takes revenge as seriously as Mayor Clark.”

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