Volume 3 Chapter 206 Showdown! Part Two – ②
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The dining hall of the castle was long and narrow, its interior simple and unadorned, with exposed red bricks and dark brown wood. Since banquets and balls were held in the grand hall to the west, overwhelming scale and extravagance to flaunt power were clearly not priorities here.
To Kian, it resembled the interior of a slightly upscale tavern or a fairly expensive cabaret, which he quite liked. At night, the darkness of the wood, the red of the bricks, and the whiteness of the plaster in the joints all blended under the soft light of lamps and magic stones, creating a warm atmosphere. It felt like stepping into a secret room known only to connoisseurs, and that excited him.
However, the once beloved dining hall now carried an atmosphere more akin to hell.
”────”
”Ah, do you have hot water? Not just water—hot water. Also, a towel, please. I don’t need a finger bowl. I won’t be using my hands. Give a towel to my Kian, too.”
Clears throat
”────”
”……”
Kian, Priscilla, Louis, Bishop Yalchin, and the bishop’s son, Eros, each took their seats at the table. The seat of honor remained empty. Kian and Priscilla, along with Eros, sat on the right-hand side, while Louis and Bishop Yalchin sat on the left.
Priscilla had clearly moved her chair to sit as close to Kian as possible. Eros clenched his lips, suppressing the bitterness burning in his youthful eyes. Muttering under his breath with jealousy, he hissed, “I liked him first…” Louis, sitting across, glared at Kian and Priscilla with a face that looked like he’d bitten into a bitter bug.
(Someone, please help me. Talia, Rufna, Gary, Homork the Third, anyone…)
”We have brought your meal. Please enjoy the pumpkin potage first,” said Linca as she served them.
For some reason, it was Linca—not a maid—who served the dishes. Bishop Yalchin expressed surprise, saying, “Oh, to think I can have such a sophisticated warm dish this early in the morning,” while Kian, overwhelmed, began hyperventilating as Priscilla wiped his hands with a towel.
Louis’s and Eros’s gazes were painful, and the whispered voices of the maids lined up against the wall pierced Kian’s ears. The absence of Sarah was terrifying; he feared she might be plotting to take his life from somewhere unseen, and the tension made him feel like he might vomit.
”Here, Sir Kian’s portion.”
After serving the dish with a smile, Linca carelessly placed the plate down, as if looking at trash.
A small dish, the kind used for feeding cats, was filled to the brim with oatmeal, over which a piping hot broth was poured. Kian thought that at least some salt might have been sprinkled on it, but there was no sign of seasoning.
”Ah, Ms. Linca?” Kian asked.
”Yes, what is it, Sir Kian?” she replied.
”This, um… I think the dish might be wrong. I’m the only one who got oatmeal soup instead of pumpkin potage, right?”
”Oh, oatmeal is packed with nutrients, you know.”
”That’s not the problem…”
”Does Sir Kian not like this dish? Shall I bring a replacement? I have a recipe that’s just perfect for a philandering gentleman like Sir Kian.”
”…I’ll have the oatmeal soup.”
”Please, take your time.”
Linca flashed a bright, cheerful smile as she bowed and withdrew. Meanwhile, Priscilla, who had been watching the exchange with a warm smile, scooped up some of her pumpkin potage and brought it to Kian’s mouth.
”Here, I’ll share mine! Open up, ah-ah!”
”N-no, I’m sorry. That’s not necessary.”
”Don’t be shy! Or are you, Lord Kian, a bit of a cat tongue? Let me blow on it for you. Pffft, pffft.”
”Ugh, Ms. Priscilla! Why… I feel like my heart is being squeezed tight! And at the same time, I feel a strange, tingling sensation rising inside me!”
”Eros, forget that feeling right now. You’re not ready for it yet.”
Louis, sitting across from them, spoke flatly as he brought a spoonful of pumpkin potage to his mouth.
”Ah-ah~”
”Ah-ah…”
”Tch.”
”Is it good?”
”Y-yes, thank you.”
”Tch, tch.”
(I wish Linca would stop clicking her tongue every time I speak.)
”By the way, I heard that Mr. Umar has retired from politics, and his son, Lord Jibril, has taken his place as one of the Twelve Divine Generals.”
”Yalchin, that’s true, but that’s not recent news. It’s been over five years now.”
Yalchin and Louis continued chatting, leaving Kian—still feeling awkward—to listen in. The topic wasn’t something Kian could easily join.
The bishop slapped his forehead. “Oh dear, I had no idea it was that long ago. Living out in the countryside like this, it’s hard to keep up with the latest news. Ah, how embarrassing.”
”The merchants and bards may come as far as Izerland, but beyond that, they won’t cross the ‘Snow Past of the Giant’ to get here. The fact that this marriage proposal has come up is some kind of fate. Regardless of how this story ends, I’d like to invite you to Châtillon as a friend. Many rare items from the East also arrive at our port.”
”There is a kind of admiration for Azrael and the Shin country. It’s a blessing to be able to touch their culture and information. However… given my position as bishop, I can only travel leisurely after my son takes over.”
”Will Eros also become the bishop of Ramsey?”
Eros, who had been distracted by Kian and Priscilla, straightened up quickly when Louis directed attention to him.
”Yes! Actually, I’ve been invited to the headquarters of the Western Church, and after working there for a year or two, I plan to return here. Since the appointment rights lie with the cardinals, I don’t know how it will turn out…”
”There are no young people who want to go to a rural place like Ramsey. You may not take the bishopric at first, but by the time I can no longer walk, you’ll likely be the new bishop.”
”Receiving an invitation from headquarters… Eros must be well-regarded by the cardinals and the pope.”
Louis said this to encourage Eros, but Eros tilted his head with a modest smile.
”I don’t really know them since I’ve never met them. However, I’ve been engaged in the activities of the Western Church since I was aware of my surroundings. I believe it’s precisely because I’ve lived earnestly day by day that I received this invitation.”
(It’s definitely thanks to his father’s connections.)
Kian listened to the flowery exchange with detached feelings. Meanwhile, Linca had turned the oatmeal soup into a slushy, icy texture through magic harassment. “Now even those with sensitive tongues can eat it,” she whispered sarcastically.
Linca was a good woman but also jealous and insidious like a snake. Though usually bright as the sun, she could flip like this for some reason. Kian needed to quickly explain the situation so she’d understand what he was facing; otherwise, her harassment would continue all day.
”Would you like a refill on your drink?” Linca asked.
”No, I’m good. I still have some left,” Kian replied.
”All right, then I’ll pour some for you.”
”Were you listening?” Kian said, his mouth twitching, as Linca grandly ignored him and poured a clear, penetrating liquid from an alchemical glass bottle. A bad feeling crept in, and as he brought his nose closer, it stung deep inside. It was an extremely high-proof alcoholic beverage—likely a distilled spirit made from potatoes or something similar. This was the kind of thing Azrael’s warrior monks used for concocting elixirs and creating blasts. To serve this in the morning was clearly an attempt to kill him.
”Drink,” Linca said—not “please drink” or “would you drink,” but simply, “Drink.” Though she wore an attractive smile, her eyes did not smile.
(What the hell… What did I do to deserve this?) Kian thought.
”Thank you for the meal,” he said stiffly.
”Wait, hold on, Lord Kian? Is it really okay to drink this!?” Priscilla asked, eyes wide.
”Aren’t we meeting with the slave traders soon? This can’t be good, can it?” young Eros chimed in, worry etched on his face.
Both of them watched anxiously, but with Linca in a rage, Kian had no choice but to down the distilled spirit in one go.
”Suuuu… Thank you for the meal,” he muttered, gulping the alcohol in a single shot. As expected, it was a harsh drink that burned his throat.
”Well, not bad,” Louis raised an eyebrow, seemingly impressed.
Next to him, Bishop Yalchin smiled serenely. “You’re young, aren’t you?”
”Wow. You might be stronger with alcohol than Papa or Guy?” Eros remarked.
”Hahaha… That’s not something to brag about,” Kian replied.
”──Ah! Excuse me, please pour some for me too!” Eros suddenly said, holding out his mug toward Linca.
”Eros?” Louis looked at him with a troubled expression.
Without hesitation, Eros repeated, “Please!”
”Huh? Wait, but this is quite high-proof. It’s not something a normal person should drink,” Priscilla said, concerned.
”You let Lord Kian drink that!? Hey, isn’t this witch’s loyalty a bit low?” Louis added.
”Linca’s low loyalty is often a topic of discussion among us,” Kian noted calmly.
”Really…” Priscilla murmured, bewildered.
Eros peered into the mug filled to the brim with distilled spirit and gagged violently. Meanwhile, Bishop Yalchin remained blissfully unaware, still smiling serenely.
Louis and Kian stood up and snatched the mug from Eros’s hands.
”Lord Louis, let go! Lord Kian drank it! I can’t let Ms. Priscilla down!” Eros protested.
”It doesn’t matter if you can’t let him down! It’s insane to drink something like this in the morning──stop it!” Louis snapped.
”Linca, this is a powerful alcohol for alchemy. It’s not something you should serve to guests. What are you thinking?” Kian asked sternly.
”I-I’m so sorry,” Linca said, shrinking back in reflection.
Kian sighed and pointed toward the exit of the dining hall. “Enough. You can go outside. In fact, since today is your day off, go play in the town.”
”…Ugh… No, I…” Linca hesitated.
”Huh?” Kian glanced at her.
”No! You idiot, Sir Kian!” she shouted, a sharp slap landing on his cheek, still a little unsteady from the alcohol. Tears shone in her eyes as she stormed out of the dining hall. “Sir Kian, you cheater!”
If Aerial heard about this, the war would spread all the way to Izerland, so Kian really hoped it wouldn’t happen.
”Lord Louis, let go of it! I’ll drink too!” Eros shouted.
”Stop it! Calm down!” Louis yelled.
”Alcohol is the blood of the gods! It must not be wasted!” Eros insisted.
”Don’t bring religion into this! It’ll just make things more difficult!” Louis retorted.
”Then I’ll drink it all.” Kian grabbed the mug on the table and drained it in one go.
As expected, his metabolism couldn’t keep up, and a strong sense of intoxication rose from his neck.
”Hey, Lord Kian!? Are you okay!?” Priscilla asked nervously.
”Sorry, I’ll step out for a bit,” Kian said, already swaying.
”O, okay…” Priscilla looked confused.
Kian gave a quick bow to Louis, Eros, and Bishop Yalchin before hurriedly leaving the dining hall.
Oswald’s renovated castle had flush toilets everywhere. Compared to the old castle in Izerland, the toilets were unbelievably clean and beautiful. After washing his face in one of them, Kian decided to use the urinal as well.
”Phew… Linca, that girl, she’s too free in everything she does. She’s brilliant, but honestly, she’s such a handful,” he muttered to himself.
As a wife, she was perfect. As a s*x partner, she was the best. But as a subordinate, she was somewhat problematic. However, given that Kian’s faction had few allies and most of them were women with a strange sense of things, she was still indispensable. Kian planned to keep turning her into a more obedient subordinate, but even if Linca became a completely depraved, perverted slut, Kian wasn’t sure if he’d be able to handle her properly.
(If I want obedient subordinates, I should go for a Wolfman. Maribel also prioritized buying Wolfman girls. Jibril has a beautiful Wolfman subordinate too.)
Kian thought as he continued to urinate, reflecting on Serena’s growth. Having taken a long time to climax, he also spent a long time urinating.
”Kian.”
”Eh!? Sa, Sarah!?” The voice of his childhood friend suddenly echoed from behind, sending a chill down his spine.
Unable to brace himself because he was urinating, Kian could only stand there as Sarah’s footsteps approached, and her breath brushed against his ear.
”This is the men’s restroom, you know?” she said softly.
”Yes, I know. I put up a sign at the entrance that says ‘Out of order, no entry’ when you went in, so no one will come in,” Kian replied.
Sarah spoke in her usual bright and clear voice, as if the early morning scene had never happened. Her cheerful tone gave no hint of any malice, yet Kian’s entire body tensed, sensing a life-threatening danger.
”Hey, Kian,” she whispered in his ear.
”W-what is it?” he stammered.
”I told you I would live for you, right? And you said you would make me your wife. The discord between us has been resolved, we hug every day, and we tell each other we love one another. We even keep a shared diary, understanding each other’s feelings. Everything is going smoothly. I thought every day was enjoyable, but you feel the same way, don’t you?”
”I’m thinking about it.”
”Then what was that just now?” Sarah asked, eyes wide.
With a bang! The blade of the Misty Magic Sword grazed Kian’s cheek and embedded itself deeply into the brick wall before him.
”Whoa!? S-Sarah, calm down!” he stammered.
”I’m calm, you know. I understand what I’m doing,” Sarah replied sharply.
She punctuated her words with a series of stabs, thrust-thrust-thrust!—the sword puncturing the wall in front of Kian. By the time she finished speaking, a groove shaped like Kian had formed in the wall before her.
”Hey? This is betrayal, isn’t it? Have you grown tired of me? Or do you think it’s better to spend lazy days surrounded by prettier girls in Châtillon than with me? You said you’d stay with me forever. I vowed to stay with you forever too. And yet, you’re running off to Châtillon? Did you think you could cut ties with me by escaping? Was I a burden to you? Hey, answer me.”
”At least I don’t think I like you trying to skewer me with a magic sword,” Kian replied nervously.
”Oh… I-I’m sorry,” Sarah muttered.
With a loud bang, the Misty Magic Sword struck the stone floor beside her boot. Kian felt a whoosh deep in his throat.
”I’m embarrassed to have brought out a magic sword like this. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean for it to come to this. I just wanted you to wake up.”
”Thank you. Thanks to you, I woke up,” Kian said quietly.
”Really? Then it seems I won’t have to kill you after all.”
”────────”
”You said you’d kill me if I threw you away, right?” Sarah whispered as she hugged him from behind.
He remembered what she had said when he had made her break her dignity during the dog slave play. It was understandable that someone would go mad if they were treated like that and then discarded.
Kian quickly shook off the last drops of water and flushed the toilet.
”Sarah, listen. The story about Ms. Priscilla and me dating is a ruse. Ms. Priscilla asked me to pretend to be in a relationship with her to avoid marrying Eros,” he explained.
”R-Really?” she asked, voice trembling.
”Yeah, yeah. I mentioned before that it seemed unlikely Princess Maribel would pay a reward, right?”
”Yes…”
”But as the party leader, I don’t want to create a situation where I can’t pay you all a reward of a thousand gold coins. So, I was thinking of cashing in some ancient gold coins I got from Talia, but I don’t have anyone to take them.”
”So you secured a promise of cash in exchange for playing Ms. Priscilla’s fake boyfriend, huh?” Sarah’s voice gradually returned to its usual tone. She drew her magic sword, sheathed it, then smacked Kian on the backside.
”Go wash your hands quickly. They’re dirty.”
”I didn’t expect to be scolded by you even when I’m in the bathroom,” he muttered.
”Kian, we discussed the repair costs for the barrier, didn’t we? Ms. Linca and Rufna both said they didn’t want it. Just think of this as a lesson and be more careful when choosing quests from now on,” Sarah continued.
”When I take on a big quest next time, I’ll make sure to research the client properly, and if I have any doubts about their ability to pay, I’ll negotiate for collateral. I won’t repeat my mistakes. Isn’t that good enough?”
”But it’s a thousand gold coins, you know? I can’t understand your sense of value when you say you don’t want it. With a thousand gold coins, you could eat skewers from the street vendors in East End to your heart’s content for a lifetime.”
”Street vendor skewers? Do you want to eat meat?”
”It was my modest pleasure until three months ago. Now that I know the true nature of the mystery meat, I have no desire to eat it anymore.”
”Isn’t it a bit too pedestrian to think of street skewers when you hear a thousand gold coins? Your sense of money hasn’t changed since you were a child.”
”Ugh… Is that a bad thing?”
”Not necessarily, but if you have a thousand gold coins, you could buy a few rundown properties in Izerland, renovate them in a modern style, and sell them off. I’ve heard that many homes in Izerland have been burned down, and there are still many people living in tents. There’s also talk of subsidies and timber being provided to construction contractors. We could expect significant profits at a low cost. If you’re interested, I can compile a detailed plan with costs and projected sales.”
”Bring that up when we discuss future activities at the party.”
”Got it. ──Kian, what I want to say is that there are actually many ways to make money in this world. A thousand gold coins is certainly not a trivial amount. In some small oases, even the combined assets of everyone might not reach that. But it’s not an irretrievable amount either. Especially for us, who have nearly infinite lifespans.”
”You’re amazing for being able to say that so confidently,” Kian weakly replied.
Sarah crossed her arms beneath her chest and let out a deep sigh.
”What’s the party leader that wiped out three thousand Beastmen in less than an hour, saying… Kian, if you can’t refresh your values, you’ll continue to be exploited by the flies that swarm around you, a golden egg like yourself. It doesn’t matter how you were three months ago; focus on who you are now. You possess a power beyond human comprehension, capable of successfully hunting dragons on your own. Status, honor, and money will come to you soon enough. We will support you with all our might, but it would be troubling if you, the crucial one, don’t change. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
”I understand,” Kian said firmly.
”Then that’s good.”
Sarah nodded vigorously and strapped the Misty Magic Sword to her belt.
Ah, I wish she would return that to me── though he thought so, he couldn’t bring himself to say it, recalling her earlier fierceness.
”As for Ms. Priscilla, if you’ve made a promise, there’s no helping it. Just perform your role as her boyfriend in a businesslike and calm manner.”
”Ah, okay.”
”However…”
A rush of wind passed by her ear. A fly that had been buzzing around Kian as he washed his hands was sliced in half and fell to the bathroom floor.
”If you get serious, I won’t forgive you.”
Sarah’s voice was chilling. Kian could only nod repeatedly, his palms continuing to wash like a broken golem.
* * *
”From what we have confirmed, there should be the magic sword used by General Isthbaran, the magic sword and magical armor used by General Fraus, and the magical axe used by General Marcomanni. Additionally, we have confirmed five hundred sets of swords enhanced for the Wolfmen and eight hundred sets of swords and spare armor from the black panther tribe. There are no exceptions. Bring them all out.”
At the Beastmen camp beyond the marsh where the decisive battle took place, Priscilla made ruthless demands of the Beastmen chieftains behind fifty slave traders assessing the ‘goods.’ Leonidas, the leader of the black panther tribe, trembled, supported by an elderly woman from his tribe.
”These are the relics of warriors. We cannot sell them,” Leonidas pleaded.
”I don’t care about your foolish pride. Pay what you owe,” Priscilla snapped, thrusting the Parasol of the Night Queen at him.
A pure white Noon Wraith emerged from the shadows behind Leonidas and the woman, performing a drain touch on both their cheeks. The two old men were drained of their life force and collapsed to the ground as if crumbling.
”Chieftain! Leonidas!” the women of the black panther tribe and the cat Beastmen chieftain who had been watching from behind screamed, rushing forward. However, masked ghosts—male and female familiars of Priscilla—abruptly stopped them.
”Listen, Beastmen. You have lost. Just as you demanded of Ramsey, the defeated must offer everything to the victor like proper losers!” Priscilla shouted, stepping on the back of Leonidas’s head.
Anger erupted among the Beastmen being evaluated, but the knights of the Western Church supporting the slave traders suppressed it. Women and children, as well as sick men, were mercilessly struck away by the burly Church knights with their shields and thrown down into the muddy ground.
Fear spread among the Beastmen. Speaking out meant death. Only when standing on the side of those unjustly losing their lives did everyone kill their own sense of ‘righteousness’ and turn a blind eye.
”Ughhh! Guh-nyaaah! Stop it! Please! Noooo!” they screamed, forced to awaken their consciousness while having their life force drained, only to lose consciousness again as it was taken away. The tremendous pain and fear shattered the dignity they had held as chieftains.
Priscilla’s magic invaded the minds of her enemies. Their status, traditions, pride, and thoughts were stripped away, leaving only their own safety to weigh against everything else.
In the end, it was when Leonidas, crying, said, “Please, please, stop. I will do everything you say,” that his mental violation came to an end.
After being forced to sign the magical contract, the chieftains were discarded like rags, but no one came close to help them. At this rate, it would not be long before the old men died of weakness.
Priscilla instructed Malbodous, who stood by her side, to confiscate all weapons except those of the Malbodous faction and handed him a copy of the magical contract.
”Bring it to Azancourt by seven o’clock tomorrow morning. If you are late, I will kill a blood relative of the chieftain,” she warned.
”…Understood,” Malbodous replied.
The eyes of the traitors focused on Malbodous with accusations, but the last general of the Steel Tiger left the scene with a face convinced he was doing the right thing.
Kian, watching from a distance, took a step forward to help the chieftains but was stopped by Bishop Yalchin Mancuso.
”Hoh hoh hoh. The barbarians should just lick the ground like barbarians,” the bishop scoffed.
”Lord Kian, you are a hero of Ramsey. There’s no need to save the Beastmen,” Louis added.
”Lord Louis… Yes, that’s true,” Kian admitted silently.
(Perhaps the Beastmen Alliance is the same after all.)
Kian reflected on Talia’s words.
He valued his own life. As long as he could protect his own way of living, that was enough. For that, he would easily kick others down. He would even abandon his comrades. Truly, it was utterly grotesque. Essentially, he was no different from Umar.
”Yes, Lord Kian. This will increase the compensation somewhat,” Priscilla said.
”Thank you, Ms. Priscilla,” Kian replied.
”Don’t mention it, darling♡” Priscilla said, hugging him and kissing him. The pleasant scent of soap and perfume tickled his nose, and his serious thoughts were quickly overshadowed by more lascivious ones.
”Kian?” “Sir Kian?” Sarah and Linca, who were following behind, smiled in a way that made him uneasy. He felt like he might actually wet himself.
”…Um, Lord Kian?”
”What is it, Ms. Aerial?” he answered cautiously.
”I’ve been watching for a while, and aren’t you getting a bit too cozy with that woman? Lord Kian, you’re dating Christina, aren’t you?” Aerial said, stepping forward confidently.
”Eh?” “Eh?” “Eh?” “Eh?” Louis, Yalchin, and Eros all widened their eyes almost simultaneously. The last “Eh?” was Aerial’s.
”Ms. Aerial, that conversation is… not for here…” Kian tried to deflect.
”What do you mean, not for here? Are you saying we shouldn’t talk about it?” Aerial, her chestnut hair flowing in the wind, approached confidently. Her face clearly showed she had found a weakness in her prey.
”Wow, hmm, heh,” she murmured mockingly.
”────” Kian stayed silent.
”I see. Lord Kian, so you really were cheating.”
”No, this isn’t cheating…”
”To think you’ve taken advantage of not just two of your subordinate Head Magicians, but also the Head Magician who is Princess Maribel’s aide. Quite the playboy, aren’t you, Lord Kian?” Louis’s cold voice struck like a blow. Aerial glared at Kian with the eyes of a woman scorned.
”I’ll have to report this to Christina.”
”Wait. Don’t act rashly,” Kian said quickly.
”If you don’t want that, how about you come and stop me before I spill the beans to Christina at the government office?” Aerial challenged.
”────” Kian was speechless.
”Christina must be so unfortunate to have someone like you as her boyfriend. I thought she was the type to fall for a bad guy, and it looks like my hunch was right,” Aerial said with a sharp smile before stepping back.
Priscilla, who had been watching the scene with a blank expression, softly whispered in Kian’s ear.
”Hey, Lord Kian.”
”Yes?” he responded.
”Actually, today’s my dangerous day.”
”Wh-what!?” Kian asked, struck with shock.
”What would you do if I said that?” Priscilla laughed gleefully.
A little further away, Eros, who had been put off by Priscilla’s actions, muttered to Bishop Yalchin, “Father, maybe Ms. Priscilla is still too much for me…”
Notes:
• Louis – Trusted subordinates from the Châtillon family, part of Guy’s elite force.
• Eros – The bishop’s son is an 18-year-old suitor, described as a cheerful and sincere young man. His courtship of Priscilla adds a layer of intrigue to the narrative.
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
• Aerial – Female. A modern-looking young woman with short brown hair, revealing clothes, and gaudy accessories. She specializes in healing and basic magic but is cold and unsociable. She has a sad backstory related to losing her ability to sing magic.
• Serena – Wolfmen Girl
• Mag – The wolfwoman under Yelmar—the one who was caught by Kian’s group earlier.
• Marcomanni – Male. Member of the Steel Tiger Clan. Known for his strength and tactical skills. Relationship: Part of the Beastmen Alliance’s delegation.
• Isthbaran – The High Warlord of the ‘Storm Herd.’
• Fraus – Male. Son of Arminus. Member of the Black Panther Tribe. Shares his father’s enhanced physical abilities and combat prowess. Relationship: Subordinate and family to Arminus.
• Leonidas – The aged chieftain of the Black Panther tribe, frail yet wise, seeks peace, caught between conflicting loyalties.
• Malbodous – Male. Member of the Steel Tiger Clan. A formidable warrior with significant combat experience. Relationship: Part of the Beastmen Alliance’s delegation.
• Azancourt – A location mentioned by Kian when discussing his terrain survey of Ramsey’s wetlands. Likely near Ramsey.
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