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... ehemoth's name?" hoping for a cool and impressive answer.

However, he could practically see question marks hovering over Alec's head, indicating his lack of a name for the golem.

Arthur couldn't help but express his disbelief, saying, "

Wait, don't tell me you haven't named this incredible golem yet, It's obvious that it holds a special significance since it's your very first one."

Alec admitted with a sheepish smile,

"Oh, I never really thought that far a ...

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