Volume 6 Chapter 70 Saburou, Who Loves Fishing
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”A girl in a sailor school uniform, huh… Countryside still has its charm,” Uncle Keisuke said with a relaxed sigh, eyes narrowing as if soaking in the view.
”Uncle, don’t you think that sounds a bit… outdated for someone your age?” I replied, giving him a sideways glance.
He had just spotted a student walking to school and seemed oddly happy about it. His nose practically twitched, wearing that unmistakable ‘man of simple taste’ expression. Men really are sad creatures sometimes.
If there were no such things as love or romance in this world, maybe life would feel less painful. But then, wouldn’t it also be too dull? If that’s the case… maybe Uncle Keisuke has a point. Still, I can’t say I like that idea.
Now that I think about it, is it school time already? It is a weekday, after all.
Mom was going on about college plans or something like that. But if I’m headed for another world, none of that matters anymore.
Before getting summoned, I was just another student drifting through school life. Studying wasn’t something I hated, but I never found joy in it either.
Now it’s different. There are things I want to know—things I need to learn. If I had time, going to college might not be such a bad idea. Japanese education is well-developed, after all.
But I don’t have years to spare. There’s no strict deadline, but I need to return before the next wall barley harvest. Otherwise, it’ll be a mess picking a new successor. I’m honestly thankful I pushed the timeline up this year.
Even if I arrive late and everything in that world’s gone, I know Ms. Nina would wait for me forever. That’s why I can’t keep her waiting too long.
”Why do girls these days wear such tiny clothes? Makes you wonder…” Uncle muttered with a suspicious squint.
Does this man have no worries in life at all? Just a regular adult chasing after shallow pleasures.
”That’s just a skirt pulled high around the waist,” I said, shaking my head.
Chiho once said short skirts were cute too, and she used to wear them often. Not for boys, and definitely not for creepy uncles.
”What? You’ve seen Sab-Sab? Oh, right—you’re in high school now. Man, that brings back memories. Ah, those were the best years,” Uncle said with a nostalgic grin.
”It’s not as fun as you think. Students have a lot to deal with these days,” I answered flatly.
”I used to feel the same back then. But during the bright moments, you don’t realize how much they shine. Only after you lose them do you finally see it. Ah… those springtime days of youth,” he said, staring at the sky like a lost poet.
Can’t say I disagree, but coming from a guy who seems more carefree than most students, it feels strange to hear.
”Having half the class be girls—that’s a miracle! You wouldn’t get it, Sab-Sab. You’re clueless. So, tell me—were there any beauties in that other world? Like a cute knight girl? Maybe a young elf?”
There it is—he’s just a hopeless guy who gets excited by the sight of a schoolgirl. If this were about Earth girls, we’d need to report him. But if it’s about girls from another world… maybe it’s okay? I could steer the conversation there.
That female knight cliché—”kill me if you must!”—I’ve seen soldiers like that wearing roughly made plate armor.
Ms. Shirakaba’s armor was the real deal. Honestly, it felt as strong as tank plating. Or was it just her own strength? Now that I think back, she gave off serious hero vibes—more classic than cliché.
And… I wonder if Ms. Hóa counts as one? She didn’t seem like a grown woman, so I guess calling her a beautiful girl wouldn’t be wrong.
But I don’t want to talk to my uncle about people that important to me. Feels like their purity would get stained by even mentioning them in this kind of talk.
”Well, I did see some good-looking people walking around town,” I said casually, hoping that would be enough.
”Sab-Sab, you always say everyone’s good-looking,” Uncle said with a chuckle. “But listen, if you don’t train your eyes young, you’ll be hopeless later.”
”People who live with effort shine bright, don’t they?” I said, meaning every word.
In the end, beauty comes from the light of life itself. Even a horse, if it’s young and strong, can seem beautiful to people. Growing old doesn’t dull that. Mr. Escalion is still full of spark, even if he’s not what you’d call pretty—just an old man.
Miss Floria and Shea-Shea shine with pure intellect. Tizzy and Princess Auroora gave off real nobility—strong, responsible, like royalty should be.
Is status what makes someone glow? No, it’s about how they live. Their spirit.
People who keep looking up, keep walking forward without giving up—they shine. Doesn’t matter if they’re born low. It’s not about where you are, but which way you face. That’s what makes you shine.
”No, no, let’s put all that deep talk on pause. Here’s how you do it—first pick an actress you like. Then go find a girl who looks like her. Simple,” Uncle said with a smirk, nose twitching again.
Well, everyone has their own values, I guess. If he’s okay with that… then so be it.
”Alright, Sab-Sab, let’s go to the sea! Summer means swimsuits, right? I’ll show you my legendary ‘tech’ that got me the title of beach king.”
Uncle’s off on another whim again. Looks like we’re not reaching Shiga today after all.
I should’ve taken the Shinkansen. It’s under three hours from Tokyo to Maibara. His car would’ve fit fine in my magic bag.
But a trip that’s all about speed doesn’t match my way of doing things.
Uncle’s helped me out for a long time. More than anyone, he’s my camping mentor—taught me how to live slow and easy. Always says what’s on his mind, no filters. A rare kind of person.
If it’s just for a week, I don’t mind taking a little detour with him. I want to burn Japan’s scenery into my memory this time.
”The sea’s… on the left,” Uncle muttered vaguely, eyes still on the road.
”Let’s use GPS. Satellite tracking is a wonderful thing,” I said, reaching for my phone.
The way it finds your position using multiple satellites is a lot like reading the stars. Just a different kind of map.
”That’s no fun. You’ll miss the heart of the journey if you rely on stuff like that,” Uncle said proudly, puffing up his chest.
Wandering around too much isn’t great either, in my opinion.
Past the wide clearing, Mount Fuji was still in view. This place was inside the summoning boundary, too.
”After driving all day, we’re still in Shizuoka, huh,” I said, checking the road sign.
It read Numazu City, Shizuoka Prefecture. Atami was still twenty kilometers ahead. I’d biked there once for a day trip, so it felt oddly close. Honestly, maybe this car is more beat-up than I thought.
”You’re in too much of a rush, Sab-Sab. We’re in Suruga—just enjoy it, like Yoshimoto Imagawa did in the old days,” Uncle said, grinning.
”I was hoping we’d at least get to Owari by now,” I replied, slumping back into my seat.
”Whether we go through Okehazama… well, that’s undecided,” he said with a mysterious grin.
I shouldn’t worry, but I wonder if he has enough paid leave. If he gets fired and blames me, that’s gonna suck.
* * *
”Is there a beach in Numazu?” I asked, glancing around with a bit of hope.
Too bad I didn’t bring swimwear or anything. With this magical bag of ours, that feels like such a waste.
There is a beach around here—technically—but it’s dead quiet. No people. No noise. No beach energy at all. Kinda lame.
Well, it is a weekday, I guess. A couple of young folks are hanging around in swimsuits, but to Uncle, they might as well not even be there.
”…What are you going on about, Sab-Sab?” Uncle said, scratching his head. “When I hear ‘sea,’ I think fishing, of course. Alright, let’s try landing a tuna!”
”Huh? What are you even talking about, Uncle?” I asked, blinking.
”It’s fine. I’ve earned the title of the fishing spirit, after all,” he said, puffing his chest.
He pointed to the back seat, grinning proudly.
Sure enough, there it was—more than ten fishing rods crammed in tight. Some of them looked top-tier too. I swear, just because he’s a single guy, his way with money is messed up.
Speaking of which… he just got engaged, didn’t he? Is that really okay? I feel bad for the other person. Or maybe it’s only a matter of time before they get sick of him.
Once you move a bit away from the beach, the number of anglers rises quick. Even on a weekday, there are lots of people casting lines. Some folks are reeling in pretty big mackerel. Seeing that, even I started getting fired up a little.
”So, what are you trying to catch?” I asked, glancing at the heavy gear he was setting up.
”A tuna,” Uncle said without pause.
No, seriously? That’s not a playground joke? Normally I’d expect people here to go for flatfish or something from the sand.
But the rig he pulled out had this giant metal jig—about the size of a full carrot—dangling from it.
”You’re really aiming for tuna?” I asked, my voice rising.
”This beach is magic,” Uncle said with a grin. “Even from land, we can shoot for tuna. Sab-Sab, you go for bonito or something instead.”
The rod he passed to me was a bit smaller, but still way bulkier than anything I’d used before. The lure tied to it was like a real spoon—maybe even bigger.
With that size, I guess a bigger mackerel could bite… Are there really keeper-sized ones swimming around here?
Still, even if I catch nothing, casting from shore like this is fun on its own.
* * *
Uncle took the first cast. Of course, it looked smooth and clean.
I shifted a bit down the beach and aimed at the open water. I’d never handled a rod or lure with this much weight before. The beach wasn’t sandy—more like a slope of pebbles. I dug in my heels and pulled the rod back.
”Seiya!” I shouted, swinging with all I had.
It’s all about the rhythm, not the muscle. The silver lure flew way out, cutting the air with a sharp swoosh. Expensive gear really does make a difference… Or maybe that’s just level 4 power.
The lure hit the surface with a splash, then sank slow and smooth. This is usually when fish come chasing.
I started reeling, making the lure wobble like a weak little fish. The reel spun smooth, probably filled with high-end ball bearings. Even a gentle tug felt clean.
That reminded me—maybe Master Zenom would love one of these as a souvenir? Ball bearings sound like his kind of thing. He’d be thrilled.
Half the fun of fishing is picturing what might be under the water. Still, seeing them would be better. I used Radar Scan to look beneath the surface. Ah! One’s coming after me!
I slowed the reeling so it wouldn’t lose interest. Wait, too slow—it’s getting suspicious. No good.
Oh, another one’s on the move! This time, I sped up so it couldn’t catch me. Or… should I let it catch up to actually land the fish?
Well, whatever. Playing tag like this is fun too.
Then, bam! A sharp pull.
The fish lunged hard. I missed the hook set, but the rod bent deep. These hooks must be amazing—still caught it anyway. This is awesome! A solid hit!
The line’s thick, so I just went full strength and hauled it.
”Uncle! It’s over thirty centimeters—a mackerel! Looks tasty!” I called out, holding up the shimmering fish.
”Eh, mackerel, huh,” Uncle said, barely reacting.
What’s with that face? Mackerel’s amazing! Stewed, grilled, even raw as sashimi—it’s all good.
I pretended to stash it in the cooler box but slid it quietly into the magic bag.
I think I’ve got the rhythm now. Lots of fish in the open sea, and this setup’s working fine. Alright, let’s cast again!
This time, it flew three times farther. Uncle turned around, clearly surprised. Hehe. Level 4, baby. Don’t underestimate me.
Maybe I can spot fish shadows with Radar Scan and aim right for the middle of their group? Yeah, let’s try that.
I reeled in fast, getting the lure back. Even if nothing bites this time, I’m good.
But just as I let my guard down—WHAM! A heavy strike!
The rod bent like it would snap, and line peeled off the reel at insane speed.
What the heck?! Did something huge bite?
The spool’s almost empty! What now?
I’ve never fought a fish this big before. My brain’s going blank. First time doing anything always comes with panic.
Okay, calm down. Even if I lose it, I can turn this into a good story later. That’s fine. I peeked underwater with Radar Scan—
Holy crap. That’s huge.
If I mess this up, I might actually be in trouble…
It’s way taller than me. And that long, sword-like horn—what is that? A swordfish? No… a Pacific blue marlin. A marbled marlin with a monster fin.
Pulling this thing up is gonna be dangerous.
I’ll need to wear it out. Match the timing of the rod movements and reel pressure carefully.
Even in another world, I’ve never faced something this massive. Why here? Why Japan? On a random beach?
”Oops, so a big one found Sab-Sab,” Uncle said, stepping closer. “The drag’s set right, so don’t touch it. Just keep at it.”
If I mess up and this fish gets loose… Uncle might be the real danger.
”It’s almost a two-meter marlin!” I warned, tightening my grip. “Back off, Uncle! It’s not safe!”
The marlin shot out of the water, its massive dorsal fin flaring wide. It twisted midair, trying to break free.
So powerful. It’s not scared of me—just desperate. Not thinking. Pure instinct.
But still… it’s beautiful. Almost too stunning to believe.
”No way… why is a monster-level fish hitting from the beach?!” I gasped. “And with such a thin line!”
Its wild jumps were starting to draw attention. Other anglers were gathering, whispering, pointing. With all these eyes, there’s no way I can just stuff it in the magic bag.
Even if I tried sneaking it underwater, it’s resisting. Magic resistance? Maybe it’s still too alive for that.
Uncle stowed his rod and walked over with a giant net from the car. That net’s not gonna be enough. If this thing freaks out, it’ll get ugly fast.
”Uncle, stop!” I shouted, holding my ground. “Everyone, move back! If this guy starts thrashing, someone’s getting hurt!”
When the marlin showed itself swimming in the shallow water, the watching crowd broke into loud chaos.
”Bring the spears!” someone yelled.
A spear, huh? Yeah… it’s definitely better to kill it before it starts thrashing around.
Maybe it felt the people nearby, because the marlin suddenly jumped and came straight at me. Its sharp bill struck the cooler by my feet, smashing it apart like nothing. Pieces of broken foam scattered in every direction.
If that had hit a person instead… it would’ve gone right through.
Everyone nearby froze for a moment—then panic spread.
With no time to think, I raised my hand and used a flame-type attack skill, cutting down with a strike aimed at its eye.
Fish like these—if you burn their brain, they die right away. That’s one of Mr. Escalion’s secret techniques. He taught it to me himself.
It’s risky, and it takes both timing and nerve. But this time, it worked. The marlin’s thick skull gave way with almost no resistance, like breaking a thin cracker.
I grabbed its body as it stopped moving. It was slick, dense—and strangely warm.
No, not warm. Hot.
Too hot for a fish.
If I left it like this, it might start cooking on its own. I quickly tossed it back into the sea to cool it down.
I couldn’t just let it go and store it later in a magic bag, either. Before I had time to think more, a group of local men came rushing in—fishermen, maybe—holding spears and saws.
* * *
The barracuda-looking fish that swam up close to shore turned out to be a little over two meters long, and around twenty kilograms. For a marlin, that’s considered small.
Even so, when they spread out its dorsal fin, it looked powerful.
The first thing they did was cut off the long, dangerous beak. One of the locals explained that someone got badly hurt last year—pierced through by one just like it.
Do monsters like this show up every summer? This beach might be shaped in a way that draws deep-sea fish close to shore. Maybe the currents, too.
The shopkeeper offered to clean and pack it for me and send it out by courier—for a small fee, of course. Still, that was a huge help.
Most people from Japan don’t carry magic bags, so dragging a two-meter fish home by hand isn’t really an option.
”Um, can I help take it apart?” I asked.
This might be the only time I get to process a marlin myself. Of course I want to try. Besides… I don’t want anyone to see the skull I crushed with that hand chop.
”Oh? You caught it yourself? Then if you think you can do it, go ahead,” a gruff-looking man said, grinning.
He was testing me, clearly waiting for me to mess up.
First, we laid the marlin on a huge cutting board in the kitchen. Judging by the tools here, they’re used to breaking down big fish.
They gave me a long chef’s knife—like the kind used in those tuna-cutting shows. Honestly, I’ve always wanted to try one.
Being careful not to chip the blade, I went ahead and cleanly chopped off the head.
The clerk’s face changed as he watched, smiling a bit. No, I didn’t use any skill or magic. I’ve never done this with marlin before, but fish share a lot of the same inner parts.
It’s like slicing a giant mackerel.
”The meat’s a little cooked near the surface… I can’t get through it with this knife. I’ll just go ahead and cut it into five blocks,” I said aloud.
First, I opened the belly and took out the guts, then chopped off the fins and tail with a thicker blade. From there, I followed the backbone, slicing it neatly into five big pieces.
Even though the fish looked massive, compared to a tuna, the meat was thin and easy to handle.
”This cheap knife cuts better than I thought,” Uncle said, honestly surprised.
That’s kind of rude to the shop owner though…
”No, it’s a fine knife. Well-kept too,” I said quickly, trying to smooth things over.
Whenever I’m with Uncle, I always end up being the one who has to fix things.
”You’re pretty good. Clearly not your first time,” the shopkeeper said, ignoring Uncle.
”Well, I’ve only ever done this with fish I caught myself,” I replied.
Truth is, most of the fish I’ve handled came from supermarkets. I’ve caught some horse mackerel, but not many sea bream or flatfish.
It’s not that I’m bad at fishing. It’s just… when you factor in the travel costs to the ocean, it’s usually cheaper to buy fish directly.
* * *
It felt good to be praised by a pro.
I don’t think I used my cooking skill at all, but maybe the way I handled the knife shows how much my base Real skill has improved.
Now that I’ve taken the meat out, it looks like there’s about ten kilos that could be used for sashimi.
It’s less than I thought. When it was flailing around, it looked huge—like some monster fish. But stripped to bone, it’s not that big.
A lot of the marlin’s length comes from that long bill.
I pretended to throw away the big dorsal fin, then quietly stored it in my magic bag.
It probably won’t be useful for anything, but it doesn’t hurt to keep it. I grabbed the head and bill too—just to erase the evidence.
The chef brought over a foam box filled with ice. I cut the fillets to fit the box length, then packed them in neatly.
”Is it better to age marlin meat for a few days before eating?” I asked.
”Well, that’s true, but,” the chef said, “our place is known for serving it fresh. You’re staying for dinner, right?”
Ah. Makes sense. If their business runs on customers bringing in freshly caught fish, they probably don’t have time for aging or curing it.
While I cleaned the cutting station, I casually watched the shop staff prepare the food.
I didn’t mean to spy—but I did learn a lot.
In this world, the blame is on you if someone steals your technique.
But seeing how easy it is to peek at someone’s skills… I’m a bit worried for the trusting folks of Japan.
Since Uncle was only in the way, I asked him to wait on the tatami room ahead of me.
Once I finished cleaning up and brought out the food, I saw that he had already gotten friendly with the other fishing guests.
He really is good at socializing. Too good.
He gets close to anyone right away—then gets into fights and breaks things off just as fast.
Strange man.
The dinner started with mahi-mahi, then came various sashimi, nigiri, and deep-fried marlin.
The striped marlin sashimi was soft and watery, kind of like a fatty cut of tuna. It wasn’t bad—but not amazing either.
It probably goes better with ginger than wasabi. I wanted to soak it in soy sauce and eat it with chopped green onion or even natto over hot rice.
The fried marlin, though, was simple but tasty. It wasn’t fancy, more like something you’d find in a home-cooked meal, but that made it comforting.
This kind of food had its own charm.
”As expected, sashimi needs Tosa soy sauce. Any decent place should at least offer that,” Uncle said, casually dropping trivia again.
I gave him a look to shut him up. He really doesn’t know how to read the room.
Sometimes it feels like I’m babysitting a huge child.
”C’mon, Sab-Sab. What’s the point of being alive if you’re too scared to speak your mind?” Uncle said with a shrug.
Sigh.
”Even though he’s still a kid, Sab-Sab overthinks everything. Poor thing,” he added, shaking his head.
Well… weirdly enough, he might not be completely wrong.
Uncle Keisuke is a good warning sign for me.
He’s slow to notice his own bad habits but quick to call out others.
Even a guy like him gets by in life, somehow. He’s got way more people experience than I do.
Sure, most of what he says is nonsense, but maybe one out of ten things might actually help.
I’ll keep listening—for now.
* * *
After lunch, we drove west again.
”Sab-Sab, you’re really sneaky. Catching that swordfish—isn’t that cheating?” Uncle said with a hint of irritation.
Maybe he was upset about not catching a tuna himself.
Even the shopkeepers said it’s hard to catch tuna from the shore. And if you do, it’s usually just a small bluefin.
The sashimi at lunch came from frozen tuna caught on deep-sea fishing trips. They even served tuna heart sashimi—a real delicacy. It was a rare treat.
”That’s not cheating. It was just luck,” I said, trying to sound casual.
Does luck +1 count as cheating? If summoning bonuses affect stats when crossing to the other world, what happens when returning? Do those bonuses disappear, or stay?
I can’t check my status, and I don’t really feel the difference from (Luck)+1 inside my body.
”Haha, Sab-Sab, you’re so lucky… But isn’t it cheating? Because only you can go to another world,” Uncle chuckled.
As the car entered the shadow of the sacred grove, a cool breeze made the air feel fresh and calm.
”I have to say it—Uncle, you wouldn’t survive in the other world. You’d get wiped out before even crossing the wall,” I said bluntly.
Even I was surprised by how harsh I sounded. I didn’t mean to be so rude… What’s wrong with me?
Possession? No, I’m not a shrine maiden.
”Even you say harsh things, Sab-Sab. But it’s okay. There’s no evil in the world you cross, and with cheatability, everything balances out,” Uncle said calmly.
”Don’t you think not being summoned was a kind of luck? Were you really that unhappy here?”
My words slipped out without thinking. Was it a voice filled with (Strength)? Like a kotodama? It felt like a skill, but much stronger.
”… In this world, I couldn’t be a hero. I realized it. If I don’t get that incredible cheat, I won’t bother going to another world,” Uncle said, sounding relieved, like a weight was lifted.
That was a surprisingly simple reason.
”Yeah, yeah, I just want to explore safely. I’m scared of those dangers. If you’re a coward, you can’t be a hero, right?” I laughed softly.
I’m a coward too. But when it counts, I put on a brave face.
Being a summoned hero is just a title forced on us; I haven’t done anything truly heroic yet.
”Sab-Sab was amazing. I thought I was better, but you surpassed me in no time. Yeah, yeah,” Uncle said proudly.
Suddenly, the chirping of cicadas filled the air. My strange feelings began to fade.
What was that about? It didn’t feel bad. Maybe it was a local spirit or some guardian around here.
If only I could say what I felt out loud, it would feel so much better. I bowed quietly in my heart. This world holds many secrets too.
* * *
I had fallen asleep in the car without noticing. I wanted to memorize the scenery of Japan, but oh well.
Evening? The road sign said we were now in Gifu Prefecture. Uncle was really driving hard.
”…I wasn’t mocking cheap knives or anything. I just wanted to teach cooks who don’t know good knives,” he said.
”Huh? You mean the knife we borrowed at that seaside shop?” I asked.
He seemed serious about it. But “teach” sounds like he’s trying to convince himself. He’s still just Uncle.
”Sab-Sab can fillet fish well enough, but that knife would crush the fish cells, so it’s no good,” he said.
Since the sashimi made from the mackerel tasted plain, Uncle must have misunderstood something. Letting it age in the fridge for a bit would improve the flavor. Wrapping it in kelp helps too.
Sure, a sharp knife affects sashimi taste, but expensive knives aren’t always better.
The cook’s skill matters most, and keeping the knife sharp is important too.
Even cheap knives cut well right after sharpening.
High-quality steel stays sharp longer, but the cutting board matters to avoid damaging the blade.
Uncle’s point isn’t wrong, but he’s a bit narrow-minded and stubborn.
”It’s rude to criticize a well-sharpened knife just because it’s not fancy,” I said.
”That’s old thinking. I might be worse at cooking than you, Sab-Sab, but that’s why I collect top-tier knives. Tools can cover up lack of skill. I want you to understand that,” Uncle explained.
Yes, tools matter a lot.
Winning arguments with cheat skills is easy, but pointless.
”Let’s just do our best with the tools we have now,” I said.
”That’s blasphemy to cooking. Never settle. Humans easily forget their ideals,” he replied.
I like cooking, but for me, it’s just about wanting to eat delicious food and share that happiness.
Uncle probably thinks about cooking as an art or something like that. It’s not bad, but we get hungry every day, so obsessing over it all the time isn’t realistic.
Ideals versus reality… both matter.
”I gave up on going to another world, but I want Sab-Sab to carry my dreams. I’ll support him as much as I can. Luckily, I have lots of friends. I’m good with people. I’m going to see one of them now. I want to share Japan’s treasures with that other world,” Uncle said.
Japan’s treasures? I don’t really get it, but it sounds amazing.
Uncle lies sometimes, but he rarely tells serious falsehoods.
Maybe I can hope for just a little.
Notes:
• Keisuke – Saburou’s Mother’s younger brother. Saburou’s uncle.
• Ms. Nina – Doll Princess (Auroora 217), renamed by the protagonist. Beautiful blonde, ~168 cm, slim waist. Wears adventurer attire. Made from artificial parts and wooden limbs, resembling a princess. Knowledgeable, can read, write, and use basic healing magic. Reliable partner, often saves the protagonist with her skills.
• Nina – Doll Princess (Auroora 217), renamed by the protagonist. Beautiful blonde, ~168 cm, slim waist. Wears adventurer attire. Made from artificial parts and wooden limbs, resembling a princess. Knowledgeable, can read, write, and use basic healing magic. Reliable partner, often saves the protagonist with her skills.
• Chiho – Female. Saburou’s younger sister. She is described as rude but caring. She has a tough personality, which is similar to Jirou’s, and they get along well. She is supportive of Saburou and is happy about his return.
• Shirakaba – A paladin who seems to be a skilled fighter. He’s introduced as someone with a strong defense and healing abilities.
• Escalion – Male. An old swordsman who claims to be the ‘true Hero.’ He is Mia’s lover and appears to be a human from the same world. Despite his shabby appearance, he is incredibly strong and has a frightening presence. He dislikes humans and has a complicated history with them, including an experiment involving a fox.
• Miss Floria – Elegant, silver-haired noblewoman in her 40s, referred to as an ‘older sister’. Judge of the Supreme Court and Baroness. Former tutor of Princess Auroora. Initially stern but warms up, showing a playful side. Close with Ms. Nina (Princess Auroora’s doll copy), treating her like a sister. Trustworthy and explains legal matters clearly.
• Shea-Shea – Mauro’s daughter. Hurt by Alexander. Became an eager fiancée after advice from protagonist.
• Tizzy – Claims to be Duke’s daughter, a noble with advanced magic skills. MC and Ms. Shirakaba lover.
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