Volume 6 Chapter 94 The End Of The Festival
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”We all lived happily together here for a long time. Happily ever after… isn’t that good enough?”
Uno tilts her head as she asks, a wistful smile tugging at her lips.
”It’s not bad at all,” Sar-Sar nods earnestly, “you’ve noticed something good.”
They’re doing their comedy routine again—those two. Watching it unfold is endlessly amusing. Children’s thoughts can be unpredictable.
…No, wait. They’re not children anymore. Somewhere along the line, their limbs stretched long and elegant, and now they’ve bloomed into beautiful women. How long has it been here—three years? Outside, not even half a day’s passed.
”Watching amazing anime every day, eating delicious food, playing a lot, soaking in hot springs… it gets so happy that it becomes scary, doesn’t it?”
Shea-Shea murmurs this like a confession, glancing down at her hands.
She’s the kind who gets nervous if she’s not working. Everyone here seems to treat cooking and crafting as a form of play. So by that logic… am I just a playboy? I guess that’s how it looks.
Then again, craftsmanship in this world can pass as both work and play, depending on the perspective. Even things made by children for fun are sold as legit products.
”After completing the dress with our own hands, I finally understood why clothing is so expensive,” says Miss Floria, letting out a light sigh.
That’s a pretty obvious realization, but fair.
Among our group, only the teacher, the princess, and Tizzy have any experience with getting new dresses, right? It’s not something most people can afford.
”No, I only ever had hand-me-downs. I’ve never gone shopping for clothes myself.”
That’s from the teacher—softly spoken, almost apologetic.
”I was the same~desuwa. I hadn’t even touched money before I met Lady Shirakaba.”
The princess follows up with a dreamy tilt of the head.
…Surprisingly common, it seems. For high-ranking nobles and royalty, it’s normal to go through life without ever touching currency.
I’d always imagined them tossing money around on dresses and jewels like nothing.
”In Japan,” Ms. Shirakaba cuts in, voice calm but precise, “you could buy towels even at a 100-yen shop. But that’s only because they were machine-woven. When something’s handmade, weaving just one towel takes a full day. The labor cost alone would equal a day’s wage.”
Her insights always bring perspective.
”Speaking of that,” she continues, “the reason towels and napkins are lavishly provided at noble dining tables isn’t just for hygiene—it’s to show off economic power.”
That never occurred to me. Oshibori and napkins are so common in Japanese diners, I just took them for granted.
”That’s right,” Miss Floria agrees with a small laugh. “The Sir Heroes used them like it was the most natural thing, so I assumed they were of noble birth…”
Not a strange assumption. If everyone from the modern world acts like nobility, and machines have taken over the work of commoners and slaves, then it’s not really a misunderstanding.
”In that case,” Sar-Sar interjects, eyes wide, “the meaning of that scene changes too—you know, the one where the princess tears her dress to bind someone’s wound? It’s like wrapping a whole stack of bills around it as a bandage.”
”Ahh, yeah,” Uno nods knowingly. “That kind of scene is common in anime. Actually, the outer clothes are made to be torn—they wear layers specifically for that.”
Miss Floria looks oddly smug. She’s surprisingly knowledgeable.
Maybe it’s not a subject men are usually supposed to hear, but for dressmaking, it’s valuable insight. Apparently, skirts are sometimes made to double as bandages or even as tissue substitutes.
In our kingdom, we sell a softer, refined version of straw paper at a low price. No blind spots there.
* * *
The Earth-style wedding dresses already had patterns, and several had been completed. I’d even procured a few finished ones as references.
Everyone had good taste, so naturally, the styles suited them. There was a camera too—of course, we took commemorative photos.
El, though… something felt a little off. It wasn’t that she didn’t look good—it was more like her scale was different. Like, fundamentally. There was some mismatch I couldn’t put into words. Ms. Claire’s an important companion, but not in that way. It felt kind of wrong to leave someone out, but she already told me—she’s loyal to me, but she doesn’t have romantic feelings.
Then Sar-Sar, with her signature timing and child-logic smash, dropped this question right into the middle of my conflicted heart:
”Lady Uno, if a human and a centaur get married, will they have children?”
She’s invincible. I can’t tell if she can’t read the room or just doesn’t care. That’s Sar-Sar for you. Perfectly weaponized child privileges… even though she doesn’t really look like a child anymore.
Uno answered like it was nothing:
”Well, if either of the parents has even a bit of dragon blood, then yes. They can have children regardless of race.”
Wait, seriously? I feel like I’ve heard that before. If that’s true… eventually, wouldn’t everyone end up descended from dragons?
”Dragons are amazing, huh. But aren’t real dragons almost extinct?”
(That was me, trying to get confirmation.)
”It’s fine. There’s no such thing as a real or fake dragon.”
Uno dropped a truth bomb way too casually.
Apparently, the first dragons were human-shaped creatures who came here on a spaceship from a faraway star. In other words—aliens?
They mated with the strongest local species—giant reptiles—and gave birth to dragon-kind like Uno.
So wait. What does that mean?
”Dragons are like mitochondria, huh,” Ms. Shirakaba said, out of nowhere.
…What??
If Ms. Claire’s ancestors were dragons, then technically, children could be born, right? But thinking about marriage based on reproduction… isn’t that kind of weird?
I tried to steer the topic into something more abstract and noble:
”Everyone has their own fetishes, right? If someone finds the loyal vassal role more appealing than the wife role, then we should respect that.”
”Food over flowers. Appetite over allure. If I have chips and cola, romance is irrelevant,” said Ms. Nina, chewing unapologetically.
”Love is fine in anime. Or rather, anime is precious. It’s exciting.”
Hey, hey, you guys. Can we please not get that real in front of Sar-Sar?
…Never mind. She was the most into the conversation.
I’ve been living with girls for too long. At this point, I’m not even treated like a man. Since Sar-Sar and Ms. Nina are here, I’ve been very careful not to make any romantic moves. Lately, I feel more like the “mom who makes meals.”
Sure, I’ve got confidence in my girl-power stats, but I’m still a man.
”Love isn’t logic. You fall into it. If the other person is sincere, great. If not—disaster. Like a lottery,” Ms. Shirakaba added, now in philosopher mode.
”It’s like playing with fire. I don’t really like disaster-type anime…”
”Earth has all kinds of fetishes, huh. That craving for ruin is like hyper-carbonated soda or ultra-spicy curry. I don’t want to see it though,” Princess Auroora commented, a bit too calmly.
So naive. Earth is way more hardcore than this. I haven’t even imported the darkest anime yet.
I had to tell my uncle to stop sending stuff that freezes the living room atmosphere. But even I don’t check everything. Some things slip by. And when you let your guard down because the art style is cute—bam, shock twist ending.
The gods peeking in were already in despair. In a way… that’s divine.
Which is why, if we’re going to publish things here, we need regulations. The cultural differences are too wide. What counts as normal for Earth might cross a line here.
Scientific civilization is spreading faster than I expected. Sar-Sar, who didn’t even know what electricity was, now uses home appliances with ease.
If we just bring in Earth’s stuff without restraint, this world’s medieval European fantasy vibe could be overwritten in less than ten years.
* * *
Thanks to being holed up in Uno’s nest at this timing, I realized something crucial.
When bringing Earth’s culture here, we must be considerate.
Honestly, it’s the same logic the Hero Management Bureau follows. Keeping the world medieval might look cruel… but maybe it’s unavoidable.
Still… isn’t that evil? Summoning Earthlings as mercenaries is definitely evil.
But maybe, just maybe, the organization’s ideals are noble. Even noble ideals get twisted by incompetent hands.
I don’t want to be a missionary of Earth culture. I’ll enjoy it privately, with people close to me.
There are plenty of ways to make money now anyway.
Let’s support the Kingdom of Ayub by… buying cheese. Minimal modern knowledge cheat.
Instead of money, I’ll trade for disposable cold-weather paper gear. Something even this world’s tech can manage.
”We can do it! We’re prioritizing the budget for the paper mill!”
Shea-Shea, being a book lover, has personal stakes. But she’s right—paper is a national treasure.
Bismarck said iron is essential for a country, but paper? Paper is civilization.
We’ll crush wall barley straw using a waterwheel, mass-produce paper, and centralize what used to be home-based crafts into proper factories.
”So! Here’s the Japanese newspaper!”
I said that in a cool future-robot voice and pulled it out of my magic bag.
”Is this Earth’s newspaper? The print is so fine!”
”If you stuff this between layers of clothing, it’s pretty warm,” I explained. “It’s a survival trick back on Earth. If we make clothes out of this, we can get cheap winter wear.”
”No way! It’s even in color! Please let me keep it as a family heirloom!”
Shea-Shea?! Why?! I was just showing it for reference!
”What’s this? Isn’t it cake? It looks delicious!” Uno jumped at the newspaper ad.
”Chri-stmas Cake. It’s a Christmas cake!” Ms. Nina read aloud. Her Japanese reading has improved. Princess Auroora too—her language skills are scary good.
”Christmas! I’ve seen that in anime. That cake looks amazing!”
I do have Christmas cakes in stock. But… spoiling them too much wouldn’t be good. Maybe save it for a proper celebration.
”I ate one before the cake.”
Ah, the shortcake. Honestly, the taste is the same, and at that price range, I think shortcake is better. Balancing flavor and design is hard.
”Earth sweets are so decorative. It’s like royalty food.”
”Even the wrapping paper is amazing! So colorful, like a dream!”
Shea-Shea, again, was super focused on the paper. Come to think of it, I had that beautifully wrapped gift at the shop…
If I give it to one person, I have to give it to everyone. But I bought enough. Just needed an excuse to hand them out.
A wedding proposal? An anniversary? Nah, it’s just a fancy handkerchief. Uncle told me it was a safe souvenir. I was going to give it to Ms. Flare and Raia-Raia anyway—didn’t want to go too luxurious.
”Ah, um… I have a souvenir from Earth, but…”
When I handed them out, everyone was surprisingly happy. Except Ms. Shirakaba, who tore the paper right away.
”No, um, sorry. We shouldn’t waste things…”
She looked awkward as the others stared in horror.
”Lady Shirakaba, that was wasteful~desuwa! This paper is worth a silver coin!”
Tizzy scolded her. Even Princess Auroora had carefully preserved the ribbon. Their values are so different from modern Japan.
”This little box is so sturdy! Opens and closes so perfectly! Is this silk? What a gorgeous design!”
It’s not silk—it says cupro on the tag. A typical arabesque pattern. Tons of color variations too. And yet, Shea-Shea and Ms. Claire ended up with matching ones.
”I want all the patterns!”
Uno, the collector type. A completionist. Definitely smells like a business opportunity.
”This must’ve been expensive…”
”Ah, then maybe I shouldn’t give it to Ms. Flare…”
”Flare? That slightly beautiful married woman~desuwa?”
Tizzy! That’s dangerous! Mouths cause disasters!
”So you’re a womanizer after all.”
Even Sar-Sar piled on! And now I was isolated. This is the true horror of the harem setup. One man among many women = absolutely outnumbered.
”Well, in Japan, this is just a small greeting. About 1,000 yen?”
Ms. Shirakaba to the rescue!
”Uh… I think it was closer to 3,000 yen…”
”Just for a handkerchief?! Guilty!”
”Why?! I don’t even know the market price for handkerchiefs! Everyone’s money sense is different!”
And somehow, the girls’ eyes all turned toward Ms. Floria…
”Ahem, yes~ that’s right,” Miss Floria said, lifting the handkerchief slightly. “Including the packaging, I suppose it would cost a few gold coins in the royal capital. It’s a reasonable price for a noble to give their lover as a gift. However…”
”For a commoner,” I replied, frowning slightly, “a silver coin is already a big deal. Gold coins aren’t something we usually even see. If someone gave me something like this…” I hesitated, then added, “I’d have no choice but to get married.”
Sar-Sar nodded along with a sharp gleam in her eyes, following Miss Floria’s point. “That’s… seriously expensive.”
In this world, a beautifully dyed handkerchief isn’t just a trinket — it’s practically a year’s wages for a commoner. If someone like Ms. Flare handed this over to a commoner’s wife, her husband would definitely blow a fuse from jealousy.
I obviously can’t say this in front of underage Sar-Sar, but honestly, it’s a classic adult novel setup — a noblewoman gives an extravagant gift, and in return, the commoner’s wife becomes her mistress. A plot so cliché it’s practically genre law.
…And yes, Shea-Shea loves those kinds of novels. Secretly. Not-so-secretly. She even writes them under a pen name. And from what I’ve heard, they sell ridiculously well.
This incident? Practically writing itself into her next volume.
Lately she hasn’t had time to write — apparently too busy — but now that we’re here? She has all the time and all the paper she needs.
”Hehe~ My imagination always goes wild when Ms. Flare is involved,” Shea-Shea giggled to herself, eyes sparkling like a corrupted saint. “Ms. Erin might work too… ehehe…”
That’s the scary part — Shea-Shea is technically a virgin, but her imagination is turbo-charged. She’s got the raw firepower of a whole genre in her brain. No wonder even Miss Floria is an avid fan of her stories.
You’ve got the bright, sexy, little-devil wife Ms. Flare… and the elegant, slightly melancholic widow Ms. Erin. Either one is overflowing with attributes. It’s only natural for imagination to run loose.
Not that I have ulterior motives or anything.
…Well, I might not refuse if something did happen… but that would be a problem.
Ahh, I might really be a bad person.
It’s no wonder the girls look at me with that expression. Can they see right through me? Are women just naturally psychic? Do they not even need to be spirits to read minds?
”You know,” Ms. Shirakaba said suddenly, eyes narrowed with amusement, “despite everything, you’re the type to eat whatever’s served to you, huh?”
”So you’re a cheater, huh?” Sar-Sar added, smirking like a smug cat.
Guh. That was a clean double hit. When did these two sync up?
Sar-Sar, playing her child privileges like a seasoned pro, is seriously scary. She’s sharp, fearless, and way too quick on the uptake. Honestly, it’s both thrilling and kind of terrifying when I think about the future.
A harem of intelligent girls is the stuff of dreams and nightmares. My defeat is already guaranteed — even before the war starts.
But well… my dad used to say:
> “Losing in a couple’s fight can be the path to victory.”
So maybe it’s okay to lose.
Maybe surrender is the smartest move sometimes.
Especially when dealing with women.
* * *
”I see, dyeing…” I muttered. “There are dyes in this world too, but it’s mostly just solid colors. Apparently, when you dye fabric with beautiful multi-colored patterns, the value skyrockets.” I tilted my head. “Still, I don’t think it counts as a cheat technique or anything.”
There really are so many ways to dye fabric.
I already knew about shibori and roke dyeing. But when I checked the digital books my uncle had packed for me, I found out—there are countless techniques out there.
Even dye-ink printers exist. Now that I think about it, didn’t I bring a large printer with me? One of those really high-performance ones…
”It is powerful, but honestly? It feels a bit too… cold,” I mumbled, frowning. “Like it’s missing that handmade warmth.”
I did bring a cutting machine and a silk-screen printer too. They’re super convenient. But maybe… yeah, I’ll hold off on using machines for now. Just for now.
What I really want to try is using stencils or wax-resist techniques for multi-color dyeing. Those feel more crafty, more alive.
Before anything though, I have to start by designing the actual pattern.
”Maybe I could try drawing directly on the fabric?” I mused aloud. “With dye and a brush… I mean, if I have that, anything’s possible.”
* * *
When I started working, everyone suddenly looked curious—or more like, eager to try it for themselves.
Regardless of skill level, is there a child who doesn’t like drawing? Children who dislike drawing probably just had someone tell them they were bad at it, and that stuck.
Fortunately, we’ve got plenty of cotton canvas. Time for everyone to enjoy some drawing.
Uno, the spirits, Sar-Sar, and El all shouted joyfully and jumped in. Ms. Ant silently started covering the fabric in strange symbols, moving without hesitation.
”What should I do? I have no artistic talent… I might ruin this precious fabric,” Miss Floria muttered anxiously.
Refreshing. She really is. But I know her secret—she sometimes draws small, cute doodles in the margins of her papers.
Ms. Shirakaba, Tizzy, and Ms. Nina also looked stiff, like they wanted to try but lacked confidence.
”My art grades weren’t good…” Ms. Shirakaba admitted quietly.
She’s back to her usual self again. I like her this way, too.
I was pretty good at art, but that doesn’t really matter. Just look at El—she’s having a blast drawing strange stuff. It’s charming in its own way. The loose, relaxed lines are really nice to look at.
Uno’s drawing… kind of creeps me out. It looks like a swarm of insects escaping from a fire.
”Humans fleeing from flames,” he explained, deadpan.
Huh. So it’s a war scene? I kinda wish he’d draw something more fun, but hey—he’s into it, so whatever. Just a warning, though: drawing stuff like that in school will tank your art grades. Teachers really have it rough.
Before I realized it, Ms. Nina and the others had gotten into it too. Ms. Shirakaba, who said she was bad, drew a surprisingly polished anime girl. Miss Floria sketched flower-like arabesque patterns. Ms. Nina and Princess Auroora made some eerie, intricate geometric designs.
Huh. Everyone’s better than I thought. I can’t let them beat me!
Oh, that’s right—since this is a good opportunity, I should design the Dukedom’s flag and coat of arms too.
Frapatica had doodled this weird-looking dragon spitting fire. It was objectively awful, but it gave me an idea. I cleaned it up and reworked it into a full coat of arms.
”Yeah, that’s the kind of picture I wanted to draw,” El said, nodding in understanding.
”Frapatica’s drawing was… kinda good, in its own way,” Sar-Sar added.
Well, it’s not entirely a lie. And lying to a spirit wouldn’t work anyway—they’d know immediately.
”Hehe,” Frapatica giggled.
”Now that you mention it, it is a nice drawing~desuwa,” Auroora chimed in.
”It has a sort of mystical wildness to it,” said Ms. Nina, eyes gleaming.
”It’s important to see things with clear eyes,” Ms. Ant added, solemn.
Wow, everyone’s suddenly hyping it up. They’re being totally serious too. Pure-hearted folks, all of them.
…Yeah. I gave them the spark to realize something. Let’s just leave it at that.
Actually, the design combining the Hover Shield’s round shield with the fire-breathing dragon turned out pretty cool—even by this world’s standards.
I also included the fly symbol of God Keras, the Goddess of Purification, tucked into the margins. And the Traveler’s Star, the sacred symbol of the Star-Crossing God Sha—a four-pointed star, representing this world’s version of the North Star.
It ended up pretty complex with all those details, but with stencils, dyeing won’t be too hard. I made both a monochrome version and a three-color version.
Also, side note: I developed some merch. Things like pennants.
”It’s amazing… Other nobles and even royalty will definitely want this,” said Miss Floria, impressed.
”Print shop? Merch store? Is this a business opportunity? Will it be profitable?” asked Ms. Nina, eyes narrowing.
”It will be profitable. Absolutely profitable!” said Tizzy, fists clenched. “Battlefield flags are all about prestige. Noble families will pay tons for them!”
Her eyes sparkled with entrepreneurial zeal. Kansai dialect would suit her so well. Wait, if I think that, will Mind CommunicationSkill just automatically make her speak Kansai dialect?
Who knows. That skill is full of mysteries.
Come to think of it, I’ve started speaking in this world’s language more often. Thanks to anime, everyone speaks Japanese, but if we keep living here, maybe a whole new language will evolve.
…Nah, that wouldn’t work. We’ve already made a bunch of wedding dresses for everyone. It’s about time to leave.
Being here is wonderful. Every day is fun. I get why Sar-Sar wants to stay forever and live happily.
But life isn’t all festivals.
I’m not trying to get philosophical about how festivals shine because of everyday contrast—but yeah, it’s kinda like that.
If every day was a festival, wouldn’t it just become boring? That’s just another kind of hell.
For the Unos, who’ve lived a long time, this place wasn’t really happy. We brought something new, and that made it fun—but eventually, even that excitement would fade.
Just look at the number of “likes” from the spirits and gods. Boredom is terrifying. The gods are probably dying of it.
”I know we have to go back to the human world,” Sar-Sar said suddenly, “but while we’re still here, please have sex with me. The Emperor will just wander off again.”
Everyone froze.
We had very deliberately avoided talking about that stuff in front of Sar-Sar or Ms. Nina.
Sar-Sar was too young, and Ms. Nina gets upset. It’s terrifying.
”It’s okay! I’m an adult too!” Sar-Sar insisted brightly.
”No, but if your body isn’t mature, it could be dangerous,” I said, flustered.
Infant mortality is no joke in this world. Young mothers die often, too.
”We’ve been prioritizing the medical budget. The number of hospitals is increasing too,” Ms. Nina chimed in.
”If something happens, just use Dragon God’s Herb. I’ll give you all you need,” El offered cheerfully.
”No, but the king should set a good example for the people…” Miss Floria muttered.
”Then let’s just stay here a little longer,” Sar-Sar suggested.
”Um… I think I’m about to reach marriageable age,” Shea-Shea added meekly, barging in.
Ugh, now Shea-Shea’s getting involved. Not that I mind. Actually, I’m kind of happy about it. She is my fiancée, so I’m ready to take responsibility…
”That’s no good,” said Ms. Nina, raising an eyebrow. “If you chase them, they’ll just run away. You have to lure them, and reel them in.”
”El is really good at fishing,” Sar-Sar added proudly.
”I’ve gotten good at carp fishing too,” El said, nodding.
If we’re bragging about fishing, I once caught a marlin—wait, no! This is not the time for that.
I need to start preparing to return to the human world.
Do I have everything? Anything left undone?
A year here is still within the margin of error… but I can’t just keep lounging around.
”Ahhh, the days of being buried in work are coming back,” Shea-Shea groaned. “I should sleep while I can…”
She looked miserable. Like a schoolkid at the end of summer vacation.
”I’ll help as much as I can. And we’ll all come back here again, okay?” I said.
”Bon and Shogatsu?” asked El.
”In this world, it’s the summer solstice and winter solstice, right?” I said. “No, wait. We’ll be busy harvesting wall barley around the summer solstice.”
”That’s true… but we can come back. Knowing that, I feel like I can keep going. Hope helps people keep moving forward. Hehe.”
Yeah. We’ve really got to balance Shea-Shea’s workload better.
”Lady Nina and Princess Auroora are both incredible, and Sar-Sar is getting stronger by the day. We’ll manage. Keep going, me.”
Ms. Nina and Princess Auroora glanced at each other.
”You’re being naive. The more work you finish, the more piles up,” said Ms. Nina flatly.
Miss Floria laughed, smiling sweetly as she added, “That’s how it is, dear.”
It’s okay. Once we bring in computers and spreadsheet software, we’ll be working with the strength of a hundred people.
Let’s teach everyone how to use them before we leave.
”To live richer lives, there are so many hurdles. Why bother, though? Ah, that’s right. It’s for the world, and for the people,” Sar-Sar said, innocent as ever.
Shea-Shea and the others sighed in perfect sync.
Yeah, thanks to wall barley, we can live decently even with poor food. That’s the good part of this world.
But is it right to chase a “rich” life if it just makes us busier?
There’s no right answer. Both lifestyles have merit.
All I can say is—if I were God watching this, I’d be more interested in someone trying their hardest than someone doing nothing all day.
The festival is over. With summer vacation ending, the daily grind returns.
Still, let’s push forward. We have friends who’ve shared hardship and joy. We have family.
…Ah. I need to start a family with my fiancées.
Right! But first—we need a wedding.
We already had one with Sar-Sar, but I guess we can do another. I am a king now.
Maybe save the wedding night for the next vacation. Yeah, let’s do that.
But first, we need to figure out how to stop the gods from spying.
They can see everything—but please, give us some privacy!
Have they been watching this whole time?
Ugh. Ignorance really is bliss. How embarrassing…
Notes:
• Shea-Shea – Mauro’s daughter. Hurt by Alexander. Became an eager fiancée after advice from protagonist.
• 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.
• Tizzy – Claims to be Duke’s daughter, a noble with advanced magic skills. MC and Ms. Shirakaba lover.
• Shirakaba – A paladin who seems to be a skilled fighter. He’s introduced as someone with a strong defense and healing abilities.
• 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
• 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.
• 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.
• Raia-Raia – Energetic kid, tailor’s daughter. Calls protagonist ‘Chicken Ham Hero.’
• Flare – Munin’s 19-year-old wife, village’s most beautiful woman and village chief’s daughter. Bewitching beauty with fiery red hair, seductive features, and a curvaceous figure. Reserved but unintentionally captivating, her pheromones spellbind men. Childhood friend and dominant in their relationship.
• Ms. Erin – A timeless elf living in a quiet cabin surrounded by bees, Ms. Erin is over 100 years old and once the wife of a wealthy villager. After her husband’s death, she gave up luxury to live simply, sharing rare honey with select villagers—mostly children. Graceful yet intimidating, she’s known for her mysterious beauty, ageless presence, and surprising fondness for meat. She occasionally grants small blessings to the MC—subtle enchantments or quiet words that linger with unexpected power.
• Erin – A timeless elf living in a quiet cabin surrounded by bees, Ms. Erin is over 100 years old and once the wife of a wealthy villager. After her husband’s death, she gave up luxury to live simply, sharing rare honey with select villagers—mostly children. Graceful yet intimidating, she’s known for her mysterious beauty, ageless presence, and surprising fondness for meat. She occasionally grants small blessings to the MC—subtle enchantments or quiet words that linger with unexpected power.
• Ms. Ant – Level 20 ant soldier, over 2 meters tall in armor. Named by the protagonist due to lack of a previous name. Wields a huge battle axe, large round shield, and throwing axes. Seasoned warrior capable of taking down sub-dragons. Ms. Hóa’s prized secret treasure. Borrowed by the protagonist as a trial during his time in the royal capital
• 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
• Keras – God of Purification in this world. While not directly involved in the narrative, Keras is referenced through the High Slime, a noble being that serves as a servant of the god. The High Slime is summoned by the protagonist due to their connection with the earth spirits and their status as a spirit vessel. A figure who purified the cursed old Toyata Village, making it a viable relocation site.
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