Volume 6 Chapter 93 Let’s Make A Dress
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”This is the dragon’s nest, so you all can relax as if it’s your home. But, please don’t make too much of a mess. It’s also a no-go to scare the spirits,” Uno warned, folding her arms with a faux-serious face.
That Uno guy has been using words she just learned way too much lately. Not just her, though. Everyone’s acting like some overambitious weirdo lately. The anime influence is way too strong.
I’ve had it running on repeat, and now several machines have broken down. Maybe the time flows differently in the Valley of Trials, and it’s aging the components faster? Well, nothing lasts forever. Machines break. That’s how it is.
I thought I could manage just fine without anime, even if the machines stopped… but apparently, I was wrong. Everyone’s saying they can’t live without it anymore.
Guess this is one of those moments that makes you realize how important trade with Earth has become.
Interdimensional trade’s going relatively well. About 80% of the gold bars we sent have arrived safely. On the other hand, more than half the cola and sugar from my uncle just vanished into some mystery dimension. Is the success rate luck-based?
Still, with the massive price difference in sugar and pepper, it’s profitable even if the delivery rate’s bad.
When I made hamburgers using nutmeg, everyone was blown away. Long live spices! Honestly, it feels like the Age of Exploration all over again.
Personally, the info packets from Earth are even more valuable than spices. They cram so much into a tiny memory card and send it across.
My uncle really gets it. He’s good at this—born for the job, even. Sometimes I think there really aren’t any incompetent people in this world.
As for what we send over… platinum might be a better option than gold.
Here, platinum is worth less than silver. Only the dwarves can process it, and even they don’t care much for it. So naturally, unworkable metal has no value.
It rarely appears in the market, so I ended up mining it myself. Luckily, there’s a decent reserve. I’ve secured a few tons for now, but dumping all of it might mess with Earth’s market. I sent about ten kilograms as a test run.
* * *
”Lady Uno? The spirits are coming to play, you know? Is that okay? Or is it really a no-go?” Sar-Sar asked, tilting her head in confusion.
Whether she knows who Uno really is or not, Sar-Sar’s gotten really attached. Kid’s fearless. She sees her as some kind of fun big sister. For Uno, being treated normally—like she’s not cursed or taboo—is refreshing.
”There’s a superstition that spirits are drawn to pure-hearted maidens,” Uno replied, brushing Sar-Sar’s hair lightly. “But really, they’re just curious. If you get carried away, you’ll regret it.”
She’s being oddly playful with the kids. Is she becoming a child herself after all these years? She’s supposed to be the oldest among us, but when you’ve lived tens of thousands of years, your sense of age probably melts away. “Big friend” really suits her.
In contrast to Sar-Sar’s laid-back attitude, Miss Floria and Shea-Shea are stiff with tension. Their eyes are sparkling, so they’re definitely not unhappy. Maybe it’s the thrill of encountering something scary?
Especially Shea-Shea, who’s been scribbling madly into her notebook.
”This is the sanctuary of the Ancient Dragon… such a precious experience,” she whispered in awe.
”I’m more nervous than when I was summoned to the palace,” Floria admitted, tugging on her sleeve. “All that luxury… it didn’t need to be so showy.”
The whole point of this trip was to get Shea-Shea to slow down and work on the wedding dress design. She looked busy, so I dragged her along anyway. It’s a mini vacation, just for a few days.
Time flows differently here, so I want her to relax however she wants. Especially in the baths—we went all-out. I’m proud of how they turned out.
”After all, it’s fruit milk after a bath,” Ms. Shirakaba declared, standing in a yukata and chugging it like a champion. One hand on her hip. Like a boss.
Turns out, people care more about the fruit milk than the bath itself. Honestly, it’s shockingly cost-effective.
”Cow’s milk has become this heavenly drink!” Princess Auroora exclaimed, holding her hands to her cheeks in wonder.
She’s the exact opposite of Ms. Nina, who has the emotional range of a plank. But it’s not just a matter of personality. With Auroora, it feels like her spirit’s finally syncing with her body. Maybe her position really was warping her.
Now that the pressure’s gone, she’s… brighter. Happier. Like she’s finally herself again.
Out here, there’s no need to worry about time, or politics, or public duty. We’ve carved out a little bubble of peace.
”Food—food!” El sang, bouncing in place. Truly, hunger is misfortune, and fullness is happiness. A glutton’s philosophy is simple, but hard to argue with.
Now that I think about it, everyone except Ms. Nina has turned into a foodie. I’ll figure her out eventually too. After all, the old saying goes: “If you get their stomach, you’ve got them.”
Princess Auroora eats everything with such joy, she’s not helping my strategy at all when it comes to Nina.
* * *
The spirits have caught on to the joy of eating, and now they’ve set up giant pots for cooking. It feels like we’re running a school lunch program.
Hot pot is perfect—easy to make for lots of people, delicious, and there’s endless variety.
At one point, I was worried about running out of ingredients. But then the spirits started bringing vegetables and fruits that looked exactly like Earth’s… even packaged meat and bottled cola.
Why? Why?! Why!?
At first, I was just confused. I didn’t get it. But it turns out, they recreated everything using mana.
Their bodies and clothes are made of mana too, so this must be an extension of that technique.
”I heard that if you eat food from another world, you can’t go back to your own,” Princess Auroora murmured, looking genuinely spooked.
She says that after gorging herself. The nerve.
”Yeah,” Uno nodded seriously. “This is like an illusion, so maybe humans shouldn’t overdo it. Could cause the body to break down? Nutrient depletion, maybe?”
Scary stuff coming from Uno…
I examine a film-wrapped something that looks like lettuce. Carefully, I bite into it.
…It tastes normal.
I see. It’s a copy. A mana clone. Apparently, it has zero nutritional value. Should I think of it like konjac? A diet food?
Turns out people have actually died from this before, so yeah—no need to take unnecessary risks.
From now on, I’ll be making a separate menu just for the spirits.
* * *
This time, I’m here to make a wedding dress—so I can’t just be cooking all the time. I’ll get Uno and the others to help out.
”Those who do not work shall not eat,” I declare.
”That’s a persuasive power word…” Uno groans. “Grrr—but that means less anime time.”
…She boldly says something completely useless. Since I can’t just let that slide, I show them an anime that makes you want to cook. Sure enough, everyone starts helping.
Cooking anime really is full of masterpieces. Their motivation skyrockets.
—
”This is my first time cooking,” Shea-Shea says, peering at the ingredients.
”It looks easy, but it’s actually pretty hard,” Sar-Sar adds, frowning at the cutting board.
”This knife is really sharp… Is this for professionals?” Uno asks, cautiously poking it.
They’re all super eager. I carefully teach them from the very basics. Even if they’re beginners now, as long as they don’t get bored and keep going, they’ll be cooking real food in no time.
Copy ingredients made of mana are super convenient for practice. Even if you mess up, they just return to mana.
Today’s practice: tamagoyaki (Japanese rolled omelette).
It’s perfect to learn delicate heat control. Easy to make something okay, but hard to perfect. That’s the beauty.
You can’t copy cooking tools, though—only ingredients—so I make tamagoyaki pans for everyone by hand.
Bend copper plates, solder them, attach wooden handles with their names engraved. Finish with melted tin.
…And somehow, the moment I finish one, it gets blessed.
Like a holy sword—but for eggs? I guess that means we’re supposed to offer tamagoyaki now?
* * *
”This is my frying pan… I feel like I’ve already leveled up as a cook,” Ms. Shirakaba says with a soft smile.
She said she was bad at cooking, but now she’s happy. Not sure why, but hey—if it’s fun and turns out tasty, that’s a win.
Engraving the names was a good move. Everyone treats their pan like a treasure.
Loving your tools might be the fastest path to improving in the kitchen.
Since this is practice, we’re making it without dashi. That way, it’s less likely to stick, and just a sprinkle of salt at the end makes it fine.
The key is still heat control. That’s why I used copper—it distributes heat evenly. You could use iron, but copper’s just better if you want to master it.
Some people like their tamagoyaki slightly runny in the middle. If it’s too undercooked, it’s mushy; if over, it burns.
Simple task—but deceptively hard for beginners.
If you’re using a Fire spirit as a stove, you adjust the heat by changing distance. There’s no grate, so you have to hold the pan the whole time.
Might be tough for Sar-Sar and Shea-Shea.
Turns out Shea-Shea’s weaker than Sar-Sar. She’s a delicate young lady who’s never held anything heavier than a pen.
Guess I’ll have to make a proper stove too.
”I might’ve done it right…! Ah, the frying pan is shining!” Ms. Shirakaba exclaims.
She has arm strength and an instinct for Japanese flavor. No wonder she’s doing well.
Success is fun. That’s universal.
”If it turns out well, we should offer it to the gods,” someone says solemnly.
”H-Huh? That’s kinda much… I’m not that good yet,” Uno says, blinking in confusion.
”It’s probably beginner’s luck, but it looks good,” Sar-Sar adds. “I bet it’ll taste amazing.”
We place it on a plate and offer it. For a brief moment, the rolled omelette shines.
”It didn’t disappear… Wait, are we getting the War God’s blessing!? Thank you!” I shout.
If spirits can replicate ingredients, then surely gods can replicate food, right?
Which means—it’s not about quantity. It’s about quality.
Lately, I’ve been getting divine blessings kind of easily.
But according to Uno, that’s how it was back in the old days.
Me, I’m just happy if others are happy. More than the blessings themselves, that’s what matters.
* * *
”Mufufu… I could eat forever. I’m so happy,” Emera says, happily munching on yet another tamagoyaki.
She’s the advanced Light Spirit, and she’s really gotten the hang of it. Keeps cooking, keeps eating.
Since it’s made from mana, it’s like—self-sustaining? Infinite omelette loop?
Meanwhile, the one still struggling is the Fire Spirit, Frapatica.
Her flames are just too strong, and she keeps burning it.
Fire has value—but tamagoyaki needs gentle patience. We’ll go step by step.
Once she gets it, she might be the best cook among us. She loves food and has the firepower—literally.
Once everyone’s good with the basic tamagoyaki, we’ll level up and add dashi for dashi-maki.
Making dashi from scratch is a bit much for now, so we’ll use store-bought. It’s still delicious and a good learning step.
Besides, in this world, getting dashi ingredients is hard. I’ll have to make do with mushrooms, bone marrow, freshwater fish, river shrimp—get creative.
”Earth really is mysterious… The obsession with food is amazing. Did other Heroes eat like this too?” Uno asks.
She’s asking Ms. Shirakaba instead of me again. Lately, that happens a lot. I wonder why?
”A lot of people are trying, but the seasonings are hard to get,” Ms. Shirakaba replies. “It’s tough.”
I did my best with just soy sauce and miso.
Kombu, shiitake, bonito flakes… the mighty glutamic acid.
Even the days where I only had salt to work with weren’t wasted.
Now I know: the foundation of cooking is salt.
”I don’t always get what you’re saying, but Saburou’s food is easily top tier in Japan,” Ms. Shirakaba says. “I’ve never had hamburgers this good.”
…What’s this? A request for dinner?
Everybody loves hamburgers. Spirits have childish taste, and locals adore sweet stuff.
Demi-glace sauce will be a guaranteed hit.
Ah, that’s right. Tonight’s menu: Hamburger Hayashi Rice. Everyone’s going to lose it.
”This has to be a lie… How can hayashi rice be this good…?” Ms. Shirakaba mutters, eyes glazed.
I might’ve gotten a little too serious with the demi-glace.
She and the others are in pure bliss. They’re getting a ton of blessings.
Ms. Nina had a weirdly serious expression like she was battling inner demons…
But she finished everything—and even asked for seconds. That counts as victory.
Princess Auroora? Gone.
She was downing red wine while shoveling in hamburgers, hearts in her eyes.
It wasn’t love for me, per se—but she fell for the hamburgers.
Same result, so yeah.
My victory.
* * *
Once I start putting strength into cooking, I can’t help but lose control. But this time, my goal is different—I want to make a dress and improve my sewing skills.
Even though there’s plenty of time in the world of Uno, it’s not infinite. If I take too many detours, I won’t finish at all.
In this world, fabric is expensive, so I brought a bunch of different fabrics from Earth. I could make a dress out of those, but if possible, I want to create it from materials found here—from scratch. Should I start with fabric making or maybe thread making?
It’s a long-term project, but haste makes waste. Taking my time will make it more versatile.
As for the base fiber, I brought some wool from the Kingdom of Ayub. It’s pretty dirty, so it needs washing… I even brought various detergents with me. I need to check with Ms. Lime if we can purify the wastewater properly.
So as a test, I hand-washed a small amount of wool in a basin. The grease came off, and the water turned pitch black. Wow, that was really dirty.
Securing a good water source for building a silk factory is essential, isn’t it?
While changing the water and rinsing, the fibers started to tangle evenly. Hmm, I could just turn this into felt. Would it work if I do it like papermaking?
Nonwoven fabric is kind of like paper. There’s no need to spin it into thread or weave it, so it’s less labor-intensive. Felt clothing is pretty common in this world.
The downside? Felt is less durable than woven fabric—it tears easily if pulled.
In Japan, nonwoven fabric wedding dresses were even sold for cosplay. Is that the same here? I’ll keep it in mind as one of the options.
For now, I’ll try making felt about the size of a handkerchief. It’s done, but the thickness is uneven. It lost out to the nonwoven fabric from the 100-yen shop. Making it by hand really makes me appreciate the greatness of machines.
Next, I’ll try spinning wool into yarn. Spinning yarn is common here as well.
At first, the thickness was uneven, but I quickly got the hang of it. I’m spinning it as thin as possible, making sure it’s as strong as I can.
Yarn… maybe I’ll try knitting a pair of gloves as a test?
I thought this might happen, so I bought a few knitting books. There should be even more in my e-books. Beginner books usually include gloves.
Basically, it’s simple work—nothing difficult. If I had to say, keeping a steady tension seems to be the key to knitting neatly.
I see, the process of adding fingers to the gloves is well thought out. There’s a certain beauty in this kind of wisdom and ingenuity.
Oh—got a blessing again. Is this good enough, God? Thank you.
About an hour of subjective time passed, and the gloves were done. It might have taken longer in reality, but it was fun—like building a model.
”Who are you giving the gloves to?” someone asked, voice tinged with curiosity.
”Please teach me how to make something other than tamagoyaki,” came another hopeful voice.
”Knitting seems interesting too,” a third piped up.
Ah, everyone’s probably getting tired of frying eggs by now. Should I start a knitting class next?
* * *
”Because my hands get rough, it’s not proper for a lady to do things like spinning thread,” Miss Floria said, teaching me new common sense from another world. It does give off a somewhat discriminatory impression, but ladies here would go to any lengths for beauty. That’s probably why they avoid labor altogether.
”Humans are weak and useless,” she added.
I couldn’t help but think: don’t compare Ms. Uno or dragons to humans. Well, if you spin thread every day, your hands will get rough. Besides, there’s no hand cream in this world either. Hey, maybe that’s another money-making idea…
”For a wedding dress, I’d like something like anime style. Flowing, sparkly,” Sar-Sar said, already influenced by anime aesthetics.
”Yeah, I guess. My image of a wedding dress is kind of like that too. So I guess it should be silk after all,” I said.
The finest silk here is woven from Elven silk threads. The thread itself is a beautiful yellow-green, so there’s no need for dyeing. Making pure white must be difficult.
Spider silk looks similar but isn’t used for ceremonial garments, due to concerns about corruption—after all, spider monsters are carnivorous. Its incredible elasticity makes it perfect for stockings, though. By the way, stockings don’t seem common here—would they sell well?
”If it’s spider silk, we have it at Ms. Lyra’s shop,” Shea-Shea said.
Apparently, Ms. Lyra—not the tailor Mr. Simonov—started the specialty thread shop. The spider woman monster taken as collateral for Mr. Laken’s debt was cared for by Ms. Lyra, which sparked the idea. She’s reportedly gathering other enslaved spider women and expanding her business.
”Ms. Lyra is kind and reliable, so the spider women who’ve been treated poorly are happy to work for her,” Shea-Shea added, sounding approving.
She has that motherly vibe. I see, so spider silk can be supplied steadily.
”If it’s shiny thread, can’t we use angel hair?” Uno suddenly said, sounding a bit odd.
”Hair?” I repeated, confused.
Uno explained it’s a mysterious substance that occasionally falls from cracks in ceilings where light shines in. They keep it in the treasure vault, since dragons hoard everything and it might be useful someday.
When I looked, it was a bundle of long fibers that sparkled, like ripped straight from a long-haired angel. Finer than human hair, quite strong, and beautiful. Depending on the light, it could look golden—but the fibers themselves are colorless.
”Sure, this could make beautiful fabric, but isn’t it a bit creepy that its origin is unknown?” I asked, a little unsettled.
”Sometimes there are seeds left in it, so it’s probably plant fluff,” Uno said confidently. “Even if you plant it, it won’t sprout.”
Hmm. Like cotton? Ms. Hóa would be thrilled. But vicious plant monsters exist too, so better be cautious.
”By the way, shouldn’t we have invited Lady—or Mrs.—Hóa?” Miss Floria said, suddenly remembering. She seemed to misunderstand something. Sure, we kissed, but that was different.
”No, no, it’s not that kind of relationship,” I hurried to clarify.
Ms. Hóa might joke about marrying me, but that would be troublesome. I can’t take care of that.
”No, she’d absolutely love something with an unknown origin,” I added.
”That’s true. Can I take these seeds as a souvenir?” Uno asked.
”I don’t mind, but if angels start sprouting, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I joked.
Do angels grow from seeds? That would be a problem—especially if they were cruel angels. Monsters like that are known for incredible combat strength. I think I’ll pass on bringing seeds back.
* * *
When I twisted together a few fibers thinner than hair, they became like threads of light. This task of carefully separating each fiber required finesse. No problem—my dexterity is no joke.
I can’t use a spinning machine, but the winding mechanism of the spinning wheel worked well. Once I got the hang of it, I could go pretty fast.
”It’s like magic,” someone said.
”I want to try that,” Uno said eagerly.
When Uno got curious, everyone ended up challenging it one after another. It turned into a game, which was nice.
As expected, Uno quickly got knocked out. Ms. Nina and Sar-Sar barely managed to make something resembling yarn, but the thickness was inconsistent and unusable. They wasted materials, so I told them to stop. Only Emera and El made consistently thin threads. They were thicker than mine, but we could adjust usage accordingly.
”I didn’t know Emera had such talent,” I said, impressed. “El, you’re amazing. You’re big but so dexterous.”
”Giants are often dexterous,” Uno said. “Was it Cyclopes? What’s with this kid suddenly having so many blessings?”
Uno had an appraisal skill. I can appraise things with my Al skill, so I don’t really need it. I might use it if I had it, but some things are better left unknown.
* * *
Once the thread accumulated, it was time for the loom.
I brought in a hefty machine used in the early Showa period. It looked like a tough job to repair and adjust. Hmm, maybe it won’t be needed this time.
There’s also an Edo-period-style loom that can weave rolls of cotton. I want to use it eventually as a main strength, but for now, I’ll keep it stored.
Anyway, everyone will want to try it first.
So I used a toy loom. Though a toy, it’s basically no different. It only weaves small fabric, but that’s to be expected.
As expected, everyone wanted one. It was fine—they were cheap, so I stocked up. Originally souvenirs for Raia-Raia and the others, but even adults enjoy them.
The light thread was too thin and difficult, so everyone started practicing with the colorful thread that came as a bonus with the loom. Skills varied, but everyone seemed to have fun.
For some reason, Ms. Nina was more dexterous than Princess Auroora. They were originally the same person, but maybe blessings made the difference?
Princess Auroora was learning a lot from Ms. Nina. The princess didn’t have many acquaintances except Miss Floria, and Ms. Nina didn’t have close friends either, so naturally the two stuck together.
Huh? Wasn’t Ms. Nina the type to keep distance from others? She’s so kind and polite that I always thought she was sociable.
Tizzy always stuck to Ms. Shirakaba, and even newcomer El formed a close-knit group with Ms. Claire and Sar-Sar.
Shea-Shea was a loner but seemed to enjoy it—or maybe just wanted to rest. She vented about work with Miss Floria, so she seemed fine.
Was Ms. Nina lacking a place to belong? I’d been so caught up in confessions that I missed it.
In this world, marriage isn’t the end, it’s the beginning. Apparently, cheating isn’t a problem as long as you’re dissatisfied with your marriage.
If Ms. Nina finds a place elsewhere… what should I do?
Should I stay aloof like Miss Floria’s husband, ignoring me with elegant indifference?
No, that’s impossible.
Let me calm down. I’ll organize my thoughts from the start.
After all, Ms. Nina would never cheat. She risked her life to help me.
That’s why I fell for her… Wait, no, that’s not right.
Why did I fall for her? I don’t remember. I don’t know.
It’s certain this feeling is real. Maybe I just found myself liking her? Is that okay?
Even though I’ve been conveniently making Shea-Shea work for me, love requires some calculation, right? Like give and take, coexistence and mutual prosperity?
I’ve returned the affection shown to me. I’ve done that. Whether Ms. Nina returns my feelings is up to her… I’m starting to lose track of everything. Love is complicated.
* * *
”Look, I did it beautifully,” Auroora said proudly, holding up a small piece of fabric woven with red and pink threads.
Her doppelgänger glanced over, weaving more intricately with the same tools. Both were trying weaving for the first time, but the difference in skill was obvious.
”If you don’t do it, nothing gets accomplished,” the other murmured thoughtfully. “When that effort accumulates, it creates a big difference.”
Auroora smiled wryly. “It can’t be helped. Even princesses have their circumstances. You understand, right? Because you are me.”
”That’s what they call sweet,” her double replied with a hint of mock sternness. “Royalty is privileged, yes, but that’s no excuse to neglect hard work.”
The harsh exchange continued—since they were doppelgängers, it was more self-questioning than offense. In fact, these unreserved words were what made their company pleasant.
Suddenly, Auroora’s eyes brightened. “Ah, if we make this out of wool, it could become a specialty of our country. The people would prosper.”
Her double nodded. “Woolen textiles are already a specialty of the Kingdom of Ayub.”
”But if we dye the threads beautifully, like this…” Auroora gestured to the vibrant fabric. “They would sell well.”
”That’s true. But the more profit there is, the more it goes into the merchants’ pockets,” the other replied, a trace of bitterness in her voice.
”Those merchants…” Auroora hesitated, then said, “Ah, but if we take care of them, and Your Majesty takes over, aren’t we just doing the same thing as the merchants?”
”Basically, yes. The actions are the same, but the ratios differ,” her double answered thoughtfully.
”So you’re saying the way they squeeze profits is different? They deliberately buy high from the people?” Auroora asked, brows furrowed.
”If the people prosper, they become consumers with purchasing power. Saburou… Your Majesty understands this well,” her double said quietly.
Auroora’s eyes narrowed. “Selling what people want and making a profit—that’s what true merchants do. But wait… doesn’t that ultimately mean squeezing everything out?”
”Being kept alive to work and working hard to enjoy life are different mindsets,” her double said calmly.
”So happiness and unhappiness depend on mindset?” Auroora mused. “That’s true, but… no… you’re more terrifying than I imagined.”
”Terrifying?” her double smirked. “In a way, pure goodwill is terrifying.”
”Pure goodwill? So no ill intentions? Your Majesty is just like a child?” Auroora teased.
”If they were mere children, they wouldn’t easily receive blessings from the gods. They are beings we should fear to even approach,” her double replied solemnly.
Auroora nodded slowly. “Ah, I see. That’s really surprising. Blessings aren’t something you get just by building a temple, you know. As for me becoming queen… would that be too much? No, since you’re married to Lady Uno, it’s like you’re a living god… but there are those children too…”
Her double sighed. “I envy the bravery of Tizzy and the others.”
”Are you saying they’re fearless?” Auroora asked. “Hmm, maybe we’re overthinking things. After all, you are me, and we both have our struggles.”
”I’m different from you,” her double said softly. “I just want to be of help to that person.”
”Hmm, so you really do like them. That’s nice. I used to be this cute too,” Auroora teased.
”I dislike how you try to act all grown-up,” her double shot back.
”Being an adult is tough—you’ll understand as you age,” Auroora said with a sigh. “So please don’t tease me too much. Also, well, just thinking about it isn’t enough. You have to put it into words; otherwise, even the gods won’t understand.”
”Isn’t that analogy disrespectful?” her double replied. “Even without speaking, the heart of prayer should reach the gods.”
After this, the two would be surprised to receive countless blessings.
Notes:
• 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.
• Shirakaba – A paladin who seems to be a skilled fighter. He’s introduced as someone with a strong defense and healing abilities.
• 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.
• El – She is a giant woman, appeared as Saburou’s captor, living alone in a large tent, skilled in hunting and cooking, proposes marriage to Saburou.
• Emera – Light spirit, small chest, sharp-tongued but earnest; possibly tsundere.
• Frapatica – Advanced Fire Spirit, brown skin, fiery red hair, striking red leather bikini armor, youthful beneath a mature appearance, Edo-girl speaking style, kind, offers her name as a sign of trust
• Ms. Lyra – Alluring mom, Raia’s mom, claims 30s. Teases protagonist, loves properly prepared Chicken Ham.
• Mr. Simonov – Skilled tailor, Raia-Raia’s dad. Mildly enjoys Chicken Ham.
• Mr. Laken – The Toyata village head and guild branch manager
• Raia-Raia – Energetic kid, tailor’s daughter. Calls protagonist ‘Chicken Ham Hero.’
• Ms. Claire – 22-year-old centaur attendant to Joa, with a chestnut horse body and wavy hair. Level 18 mounted archer. Recently enslaved, retains her own will. Her bow skills are sealed due to subservience. Bought by the protagonist as a companion, alongside Joa
• Tizzy – Claims to be Duke’s daughter, a noble with advanced magic skills. MC and Ms. Shirakaba lover.
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