Volume 6 Chapter 96 The Demon King Is Coming
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
At the castle of the Sabroa Dukedom, we were preparing to welcome Princess Auroora and send her safely to the Kingdom of Ayub when she arrived.
It was Mr. Donovan, his face pale blue and drawn.
Originally, this castle was meant to be shared between the Sabroa Dukedom and the Holy Sabroa Kingdom. But before long, a white-walled royal castle had been constructed nearby specifically for the Holy Sabroa Kingdom. Mr. Donovan usually worked over there.
Increasing the number of buildings meant an increase in posts. Now, the Holy Sabroa Kingdom served as a repository for surplus personnel from the grand temple in the royal capital. They were a proud and educated class—difficult to manage, but at least literate and not entirely useless.
Yet corruption had already begun to take root. The nation was still young, after all. Sigh.
”Clear the room,” Donovan said, his voice low and grim.
A shiver ran down my spine. My stomach twisted into knots.
”I will serve as Your Majesty’s guard,” Tizzy said, stepping forward with natural confidence.
Could Donovan really be an assassin? No—I trusted him. A devout man like him would not betray God. Still, they say it’s wise for a ruler to be suspicious. It’s best never to let your guard down, no matter who the opponent.
Donovan nodded at Tizzy’s offer, and I agreed to let her stay. Besides, hearing bad news alone was frightening. As a saint, even if Tizzy’s heart stopped from shock, her healing magic would likely help manage my stress-induced gastritis.
Instead of clearing the room, the three of us moved to the conference room—an area under Yakou’s strict supervision where eavesdropping was impossible.
Tizzy looked cold, so I pulled a jar of freshly minted copper coins from my magic bag. They were still hot enough to burn—perfect as a makeshift heater, efficiently using waste heat.
I handed Donovan a dry towel and a bottle of sports drink. Seeing Tizzy’s gaze, I produced two more bottles and placed them before us all.
Normally, Donovan would savor such a drink. Instead, he downed the entire bottle in one gulp.
This was serious.
He took a deep breath and locked eyes with me.
”It is believed the Demon King has come to invade.”
Goosebumps prickled my skin.
I hadn’t been entirely unprepared for this.
So, it had finally come.
The very act of summoning a Hero had been allowed precisely to prepare for this moment.
I had been gathering information, just in case. Uno had actually fought against the Demon King, and Ms. Hóa, the high elf, was well-informed thanks to her long life.
Searching through books revealed many records of the Demon King—though most were fabrications or misunderstandings. Tales spun by bards had, over time, been mistaken for historical fact.
There were supposedly historical texts chronicling the true history, but according to Uno and Ms. Hóa, many aspects remained suspicious.
The real problem was whether anyone capable of writing accurate battlefield reports had existed at all.
Beautiful prose from a secretary did not guarantee an objective viewpoint.
On the battlefield, it was common to misjudge the enemy’s strength—and if the forces were a chaotic alliance, even their own strength was poorly understood. Accurate maps didn’t exist; battlefield place names were often arbitrary. This left later historians baffled.
Moreover, battlefield reports determined rewards, so accounts were intentionally skewed.
Unless the enemy was completely annihilated, even lost battles were recorded as victories.
Countless battles were won but followed by retreat due to lack of supplies.
Not wanting to question the words of those who had risked their lives, these tales were accepted as history. Bards only embellished the stories further, transforming them into heroic legend.
As literature, that was fine.
But if we couldn’t grasp the exact truth of history, how could we make the right decisions?
It was too late to panic now.
I should have spoken with Uno more.
* * *
”The Demon King has come? That’s from a reliable source, right?”
I thought I’d made myself clear, but the desperate hope that this was a false report slipped out anyway. I’m a failure as a king.
”There hasn’t been an official communication from the Great Temple yet, but it’s almost certain,” Donovan said grimly.
The Great Temple’s intelligence network is incredible. They have poured tremendous power into their spy organization, yet they are completely losing ground. Yakou is outstanding as an individual, but she can’t manage her subordinates well. Even the ninja corps she established is effectively under Shea-Shea’s control now. That’s my fault for handing it all over so completely.
”What’s the scale? Is this a full-scale invasion?” I asked.
The Demon King’s attacks have come countless times, but the scale varies widely—sometimes just a few hundred goblins raiding a village. If it’s a small-scale incursion, we don’t need to panic.
”The Demon King’s existence itself hasn’t been confirmed, but a medium-scale demon world vortex has been detected.” Donovan’s voice was steady.
The demon world vortex—a kind of teleportation gate—is a concept so common in games I understood it instantly. So, this invasion is medium-scale?
I wondered what would happen if we dropped a meteorite on the vortex location. The vortex itself is like a shadow—apparently indestructible. But if the surrounding area became a crater, maybe it would sap the Demon King’s motivation.
Donovan spread out a map on the table. “Here is the problematic area.”
Good, it’s quite far away.
”Huh? Isn’t that within Totoana’s sphere of influence?”
For the past hundred years or so, the Larse Empire has been attacking relentlessly, forcing the damage-free Totoana to withdraw from the anti-demon alliance. Now, they’re striking deep inside the Totoana Empire. Could it be because Totoana’s withdrawal has made them a target?
Hmm. An invasion from the Kingdom of Ayub on the mountain side seems unlikely from this position. Princess Auroora can feel at ease, which is a small blessing amidst all this misfortune.
Donovan continued, “It is thought the Demon King will advance eastward, first attacking the Totoana homeland, but ultimately, the royal capital of the Holy Kingdom will be targeted.”
For some reason, the Demon King tends to strike at the Great Temple in the royal capital. If they keep summoning Heroes, it makes sense they would be targeted.
I suspect the Demon King’s raid on Toyata Village during the last invasion was also a side effect of attacking the Great Temple. With the canal and wetlands acting as natural moats, that village functions like a castle protecting the royal capital. If I were the Demon King, I wouldn’t leave it alone.
No, it’s not just someone else’s problem. Right now, the wetlands are being filled in, and our country occupies that space. To become a shield for the royal capital? I’d rather avoid that fate.
If the Demon King invades from the Totoana side, could they possibly overlook us?
What will the so-called Hero King, currently holed up in the royal capital, do? That man commands many summoned Heroes; he might be able to fight the Demon King, but…
Donovan sighed. “The Hero Management Bureau intends to extort protection money here. Once the Great Temple issues a formal declaration of the Demon King’s invasion, they will immediately send a messenger to collect.”
Ah, yes—the infamous arrow money. A temporary protection fee.
”Small nations get looked down upon and have all their money taken, huh,” I muttered.
”That place has deteriorated rapidly in recent years. The executives only think about lining their own pockets,” Donovan added bitterly.
If peace and security could truly be bought with money, I wouldn’t hesitate. But it seems the large sums our country pays end up in the hands of fools.
And what about Totoana, which refuses to pay cooperation funds? They won’t send reinforcements. Everything’s a mess now.
Isn’t the human side losing before the fight even begins?
”Wouldn’t it be better to provide goods instead of money? Weapons and provisions to fight the Demon King?” I suggested.
Since it’s called arrow money, shouldn’t we just mass-produce arrows and hand those over?
”That would only anger the fools. They’d just sell them off and convert everything into cash,” Donovan replied dryly.
”I understand that well.” It sounded like he’d seen it firsthand. Troubling how plausible it all was.
”I have a suggestion,” Donovan said, leaning forward. “Instead of paying arrow money, redirect those funds to military expenses. Anticipating this, I have been gathering true-strength adventurers as temple guards.”
I nodded. Strengthen our own military, so we don’t have to rely on the management bureau’s protection. We’re no longer a weak economy.
The military is a money sink, but if we keep paying arrow money, that money leaves the country. Military funds stay inside—better for the economy.
”Let’s treat soldiers like the temple’s warrior monks. They won’t inherit their positions, but will receive pay and honor for their service. In peacetime, they can assist with security and logistical tasks. There’s no shortage of work.”
”Even if they earn merit, will rising salary and rank ensure loyalty? It probably depends on their income.” Donovan raised an eyebrow.
”Even granting them lands or inheritable titles won’t stop betrayal. That’s just my experience, but nobles might disagree,” I said.
”I think the army of the Holy Kingdom of Sabroa aligns well with your plan. As for the Sabroa Dukedom and the original Toyata Viscount territory, is there really a need to separate them? Armies and navies always clash when divided. It’s human nature.”
”But the people of the original Toyata Viscount territory are forming self-defense groups,” Donovan cautioned. “Should we keep the front signs separate? We should allow flexible personnel transfers. Considering human relationships, regularly shuffling unit members is better.”
”Inevitably, bullying will occur. In this world, if pushed too far, it might end with a knife in the back. Since people can come back from death, it turns into bloody revenge dramas. That’s not the king’s concern—we must leave it to those in the field.”
”Entrusting this to you means leveraging the Great Temple’s know-how,” I acknowledged. “There will be pros and cons. Hopefully, they absorb the good, correct the bad, and improve things somewhat.”
”If we are to fight the Demon King, the key will be how to utilize summoned Heroes—those with the strength of a thousand men.” Donovan said thoughtfully.
”Starting with Mr. Raoh, more summoned Heroes are gathering in our country. While many serve in production roles, some combat-trained Heroes have defected, lured by curry rice,” he added with a faint smile.
”Rationally, I’d have regular soldiers focus on supporting the Heroes—as supply troops or engineers.”
”But these are volunteers. They’ll likely want to fight themselves.”
* * *
”Most of the Demon King’s forces are Goblins and Orcs, right?” I asked.
”Yes,” Donovan confirmed. “They overwhelm us with sheer numbers—clubs, spears, bows, and stones. Some Goblins even wield attack magic.”
”If we engage them head-on,” I said, “it’ll become a war of attrition—just grinding each other down. Even with the ability to return from death, we risk losing a significant number of our people.”
Donovan frowned. “It seems the Demon King rarely uses tactics. The summoned Heroes act like they’re invincible, charging in recklessly. Honestly, I think that’s foolish.”
I nodded. “The biggest problem is that despite living in a world of swords and magic, most don’t use attack magic.”
”Right,” Donovan said. “The penalties for botching attack magic are brutal. So summoned Heroes avoid mage-type roles, and even if they pick one, they rarely learn powerful spells.”
Wide-area annihilation magic could wipe out the Goblin hordes in one blow. But it’s off the table.
”Meanwhile,” I continued, “the Goblin mages cast their spells with the resolve to die if necessary. That’s what makes them dangerous.”
”The best counter is to snipe them from beyond their magic’s range—using arrows,” Donovan added. “But archers are rare and hard to train. Arrows cost a fortune, even just for practice.”
”If only I could reliably shoot quail,” I muttered, “I’d solve the money problem right there.”
”Even if you give soldiers bows and arrows,” Donovan said, “they won’t be effective snipers without extensive training. That takes both time and money.”
I smiled faintly, then reached into my magic bag and set a crossbow down on the table with a firm thud.
Donovan’s eyes lit up. “Will the numbers be enough?” he asked.
I met his gaze confidently. “Leave it to me. I’m good at this sort of thing.”
The crossbow was a common weapon here. Though the Divine Temple forbids using them against people due to their lethality, most weapon shops keep at least one in stock.
This one was crafted from blueprints I’d brought from Earth. Its simple leaf spring design was entirely metal—much lighter than the wooden crossbows common in this world.
I’d played shooting games with Uno and the others, so even a beginner could shoot it easily, just by pulling the trigger.
If we’re to mass-produce it as a weapon, there’s definitely room for refinement.
”If you can prepare about two hundred units, we’ll send the envoy from the Hero Management Bureau back empty-handed.”
”Two hundred, huh?” I tapped a rough calculation into the air. “If we give each of them a hundred crossbow bolts, that’s twenty thousand bolts total. Military gear really drains the budget.”
”Also, if I may,” he chimed in, “we should include simple armor and daggers.”
”That would mean two hundred full sets?”
”Yes,” he confirmed. “And for the commanders and Sir Heroes, we’ll need custom-made, visually appealing equipment.”
Hmm. If I retreat into Uno’s nest, I can probably manage that much. I’ll also outsource some of the work to the dwarves.
This isn’t something needed tomorrow—it’s more like a project for a wedding… or some distant day.
* * *
After Mr. Donovan left the room, Tizzy and I stood in silence, studying the map spread out before us.
”Do you think the Demon King will reach the Holy Capital in just a few years?”
”That seems late…” She hesitated, then nodded. “No—it’s better if it’s late.”
Apparently, the Demon King’s rate of advance varies depending on the density of wild boars in the forests. It’s all due to the Goblin riders—Goblins mounted on boars, forming a kind of light cavalry. Pigs, it seems, would also suffice.
If you’ve ever dealt with the high cost of maintaining horses, the practicality of Goblin riders becomes obvious. They’re cheap, and despite their appearance, their combat potential isn’t negligible. They’re known for their reckless charges.
A full-scale blitzkrieg from them would be a nightmare. Thankfully, in Totoana territory, both pigs and boars are scarce. Not entirely absent—but scarce enough to buy us time.
”No, military supplies are urgently needed~desuwa,” Tizzy declared with a scowl. “And there’s no way I’m paying for arrows out of pocket.”
Right—our military readiness isn’t just for fighting the Demon King. It’s also to keep the Hero Management Bureau in check. We can’t afford to let them treat us like vassals. Before we worry about the Demon King, we need to fortify our autonomy.
* * *
Since time was short, I gathered everyone and we headed straight to Uno’s nest—this time, without Sar-Sar.
”I never thought we’d be back this soon,” murmured Shea-Shea, slipping in behind me.
She had snuck in an entire mountain of documents. Apparently, she intended to catch up on her backlog while we were here.
El and Claire were tucked safely into the magic bag. It was mainly to cut down on food expenses—they eat a lot—but there was another reason.
I debated what to do about Princess Auroora, but Tizzy insisted she be informed, so we brought her along.
* * *
Upon arrival at Uno’s nest, the first order of business was information sharing. I had Tizzy lead the briefing while I worked quietly in the background.
First up: the mass production of crossbows.
Since our main concern is countering Goblin mages, we should prioritize range and accuracy. Rust prevention is another issue—light oil applications, like with swords, should suffice for now.
I considered switching to a wooden stock, shaped to better fit the hand—even if that made the weapon slightly heavier. Still, a hollow metal frame had its cost advantages.
We also planned to minimize the number of parts to streamline production. The current goal was two hundred units, but deep down, I suspected the numbers would climb.
To ensure even those lacking physical strength could use them, we’d include winding cranks as optional attachments. If a siege broke out, even civilians might have a role to play.
I wanted to expand the available options further. I had even prepared a makeshift rifle scope for sniping—an inferior copy of one from my uncle’s old Japanese collection. The lens quality wasn’t great, but it made a noticeable difference.
Japanese optics are practically cheat items. And my craftsmanship isn’t bad, if I say so myself.
The meeting ended hastily when Uno and the others—unable to contain their curiosity—rushed over to examine my work.
”Eh? The meeting’s over already?” Uno blinked, looking surprised.
”We’re just preparing weapons,” I replied, “because the Demon King’s coming.”
As expected, Uno still looked baffled.
”It was mostly about strengthening our forces so we don’t have to pay for arrows,” Miss Floria clarified. “But if they demand we send actual troops… that would be another story.”
She said it with a note of irritation, but Uno listened with surprising seriousness—perhaps Floria’s vivid, real-world experiences had caught her attention.
”Hmm, so what do we do?” Uno asked. “Maybe we shouldn’t strengthen the military, then?”
”No,” Floria said firmly. “Military strength gives us leverage. If we have force on our side, we can take a strong stance and demand proper compensation. The envoy from the Bureau will shower us with sweet words—but if that’s all they bring, we won’t budge.”
To Floria, the army wasn’t for fighting—it was just another bargaining chip.
No matter how strong our military might be, if I’m the one negotiating, it would all be wasted effort. What we truly need are capable people. They’re the real treasure of a nation.
”Ah, these days, even the god of contracts seems eager to get to work,” Uno said casually, her smile chilling. “You’re quite the villain, you know.”
The god of contracts is terrifying.
Now I was genuinely curious to see what sort of deal the Hero Management Bureau’s envoy would propose.
* * *
”Are you making a lot of those crossbows?”
Shea-Shea asked with a bright smile, watching curiously.
Is this going to get me scolded? It’s not wasteful, right?
”No,” I replied. “It’s just the cost of materials. Much cheaper than buying from a weapons shop. Weapon prices should keep rising, so we can sell any extras at a good profit.”
Excuses, excuses.
”No, I mean, I want to shoot it,” she added.
That was unexpected. But come to think of it, Shea-Shea enjoyed shooting last time, too. Well, we do need to test fire anyway…
And just like that, it turned into a shooting competition. Mone prepared clay targets. In response, Exceneca created elaborate ice sculptures.
The more targets, the better.
Everyone seemed to enjoy the new crossbow, especially Shea-Shea, who shot joyfully, grinning each time the bolt flew true. It probably performed well even without combat-related skills, which made it accessible—and fun—for her.
The rifle scope, in particular, was a hit. Once properly adjusted, it let anyone hit distant targets with stunning accuracy.
”Hmm, the hand shake… it’s heavy,” Shea-Shea said, frowning.
Really? I think it’s quite light. Ah, right. Shea-Shea has zero strength stat.
”In such cases—ta-da! Bipod!!” I announced proudly, presenting it with a flourish.
It was from my uncle’s survival game gear. A real military-grade piece, surprisingly easy to mount—as if it were made for this crossbow.
But Shea-Shea wrinkled her nose. “No good. I don’t like prone shooting. My clothes’ll get dirty.”
Such a lady.
The now-unwanted bipod found its way to Uno. She lay flat on the ground, calmly sniping targets like an anime assassin. She even looked the part.
”Then—hunting tripod!” I declared.
My uncle’s collection came through again. It looked like a camera tripod, but if I mounted the crossbow on it, anyone could shoot while standing.
”This might be good,” Shea-Shea said, nodding with approval.
Since it was a good chance, I had her test several types of bolts I’d made. There were basic iron stakes, streamlined designs, and even bolts with small, wing-like fins.
”This one flies well, but it doesn’t hit,” Shea-Shea observed.
”I might like this one,” she added, holding a bolt with elongated fins.
”The thin fins might bend if dropped on hard ground,” I noted.
Useful data.
Among the finned bolts, one design greatly extended the range. When fired at a diagonal, it glided like a high-speed miniature glider, easily flying over a kilometer. Totally impractical for aiming—but fun.
If I can’t aim… maybe a barrage? A spread shot might work better.
”Even the Demon King can set up a barrier of arrows. It’s more annoying when the shots just keep coming,” Princess Auroora commented, offering strategic advice.
Ah, like an Indra Gun tactic.
”The winding handle’s convenient, but it’s slow,” Shea-Shea complained. “Can’t we use a magic motor? Like the one Mr. Raoh and the others use for the train?”
A train? Since when…?
Apparently, they were experimenting with magic-powered trolleys. Raoh must’ve mentioned it in passing. Shea-Shea said they’d already poured in a budget way beyond ‘just for fun.’
The magic motor was about the size of a small pot—not ideal for a compact crossbow. But it might be perfect for a larger ballista to enable rapid fire.
”If we’re using it against the Demon King, fine,” Tizzy chimed in, “but the crossbow’s really too strong. The Great Temple might impose regulations~desuwa.”
She was worried about overkill. If I tried to increase range, the initial velocity would go up—and with it, destructive power. Piercing plate armor would be easy.
We’ll need to test armor and helmets next.
Even iron armor had weak points under 1mm thick. But making it thicker just made it heavier—useless for actual combat.
Maybe I should consult Ms. Shirakaba about armor design.
”Ms. Nina’s armor is Ultimate. Ultimate and supreme,” someone muttered reverently.
That was no exaggeration. Ms. Nina’s armor was a one-of-a-kind reward from clearing the Puppeteer Dungeon. When she wore it, it shimmered like a divine relic. Its performance was practically cheat-level: any attack, no matter how strong, dealt only 1 damage.
Not invincible, though. Continuous hits would wear it down eventually—but she could use healing magic too. Even Ms. Shirakaba, one of the toughest summonable Heroes, respected her resilience.
Still, Nina’s armor was a mystery. Even the Dwarf King couldn’t analyze it. It seemed to operate on principles beyond normal magical artifacts—completely impossible to replicate.
In the end, if you can avoid instant death, you can heal with Dragon God’s Herb. So it’s fine to leave the limbs unprotected.
That leaves just the breastplate and iron helmet.
* * *
I tried crafting a breastplate like a kendo dō and a helmet like the German army’s. But at just 1mm thick, bolts punched right through. Maybe 3mm would work—but that made it three times heavier.
Looks like we’ll need magic reinforcement after all.
But how much durability is actually needed against Goblin or Orcs?
Goblin mostly use clubs, scavenged weapons, crude bows, slingshots—and magic. Orcs are similar. Goblin rely on agility; Orcs on brute force.
Still, Rin and Oka—both female—had higher combat strength than any average human soldier. I doubt the current generation of Goblin or Orcs are any stronger than that.
They’re intelligent beings, so maybe things could be settled through negotiation. But… that hardly works among humans in wartime, let alone with the Demon King’s forces. It’s been attempted many times before. Always failed.
Still, even if it’s a long shot, maybe it’s worth trying once.
Some humans even eat Orcs. Goblin are killed on sight. Coexistence? Probably impossible. Rin and Oka had adapted to village life well, but their appearance—beautiful human women—gave them an enormous advantage.
To avoid persecution, I’ll just stash them in the magic bag for now.
* * *
Both Goblin and Orcs could use any weapon humans could. If one of our gear sets were captured… it would be a serious problem. Even indestructible armor isn’t safe if stolen.
Even if it prevents instant death, I’d need to add some sort of penalty—maybe temporary incapacitation if captured. But magic doesn’t usually work that conveniently.
”Something like that happened, you know. You all go look for it,” Uno said suddenly.
The Advanced Spirits rushed off toward the treasure vault—a glorified junkyard.
Meanwhile, I found myself thinking: maybe strengthening the town’s defenses was more important than mass-producing weapons or armor.
We already had concrete walls. The river and wetlands made natural moats. In a siege scenario, I’d need a watchtower for archers. A prefab iron tower would work.
In the field, trenches and barbed wire would help. If I searched, I might even find a summonable Hero familiar with these tactics.
Ah, right. Uncle gave me that cheat tactics manual.
I opened the PDF on my tablet. But the text was dense and confusing, and my kanji-reading patience wore thin fast.
I gave up. Ms. Nina promptly confiscated the tablet.
Now she, Princess Auroora, and Tizzy were all huddled over it, chatting excitedly like sisters.
That’s supposed to be a tactics manual, you know…
* * *
Around the time Shea-Shea, who had overdone it, was stuck in bed with muscle pain, Uno handed me an old, battered shield and bow.
Apparently, they’d been searching for them all along.
The shield had a Magic Formation: once per battle, it would prevent death at the brink. I wasn’t sure what “battle” meant, exactly—maybe even mock combat?
The bow had a non-lethal Magic Formation, perfect for capturing prey alive. Good insurance in case the crossbow was captured.
But… wouldn’t removing its lethality reduce its deterrent effect? If enemies knew it couldn’t kill them, wouldn’t they rush in fearlessly?
In any case, it was just a prototype.
Mass production would come after.
Notes:
• Donovan – Head Priest of the Great Temple. He has a newfound respect for the MC, referring to them as a ‘Saint.’ His actions suggest he is highly organized and influential within his organization.
• Tizzy – Claims to be Duke’s daughter, a noble with advanced magic skills. MC and Ms. Shirakaba lover.
• Yakou – A newly created kunoichi spirit with high specs from Mubiel. She pledges loyalty to the Narrator as her ‘Lord Shogun’ and seeks to punish villains.
• Shea-Shea – Mauro’s daughter. Hurt by Alexander. Became an eager fiancée after advice from protagonist.
• Holy Kingdom – Located on the east of the continent.
• Raoh – Pakkyamara. An infamous, scheming, but somewhat incompetent senior adventurer known for meddling with hero summoning rituals; often gets beaten up as a result. The one who want japanese food.
• 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.
• 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.
• Exceneca – Lady Uno’s butler girl
• Mone – Earth’s spirit, the security guard, the one who allow Saburou to enter the Lady Uno’s realm, expresses interest in being a wife, specifically called “Earth’s Mone.”
• 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.
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