Volume 6 Chapter 100 The Issue Of Making Profit As The Number Of Believers Increases
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Hey, Sister Shea! The cash transport vehicle has come again!”
After a long stretch of quiet work in the office, the ever-noisy boy, Malik, burst in.
Ahh, I was finally feeling motivated today… and he shattered it in an instant. Maybe I should mess with this overly serious boy a little to amuse myself.
”It’s a cash transport vehicle. Also, children shouldn’t come in here without a proper reason.”
”Report! It’s a report! I’m not a child—I’m a knight apprentice!” Malik declared with puffed-up pride.
It was a remittance from the Hortus Temple in the old royal capital.
Because the executives of the Hero Management Bureau had been turning red-nosed one after another—quite literally—an absurd amount of compensation and damages had started flowing in.
Apparently, my mass-produced armor had been sold at prices thirty times, sometimes even over a hundred times, the original wholesale cost.
According to Ms. Shirakaba, that was still too cheap. Since the armor was made from rare, otherworldly metals, no matter how high the price, buyers would still flock to it.
In this world, shield bearers pour all their wealth into equipment that offers even the slightest boost in defense. It’s like they have either a decisive mindset… or just a warped sense of money.
Is this reality, or are we stuck in some game-like logic?
”Ah, Malik. From now on, please report such things to Captain Oggos of the ten-man squad,” I instructed casually.
Oggos was a kind old man we’d recently hired. He wasn’t particularly strong in battle, but his thoughtfulness made him surprisingly reliable. That’s why Hideyoshi had valued him.
”Hyau! Y-Y-Your Majesty, are you here? Are you coming? Did you come to visit?” Malik stammered, eyes wide in panic.
You really don’t need to force yourself to speak so formally, but… well, I shouldn’t interrupt him. He’s trying hard to practice.
In this world, just being able to use honorifics properly could get you a raise.
”I’m sorry for being bad at honorifics,” he mumbled. “Even though Sister Shea is teaching me, I don’t really get why we need them.”
”Ah, well… honorifics are about showing respect to yourself as well,” I replied, spouting something I’d heard somewhere.
Not a lie, I think. Probably.
”It’s hard… I still don’t really get it,” he said, eyebrows furrowing.
”When Malik is playing knight, you talk like a knight, right?” I offered, trying another angle.
Malik’s face lit up at my—Shea-Shea’s—advice.
”Ah! I see! I just have to act cool! That I can do!”
…That’s not exactly right, Malik. But it’s not entirely wrong, either.
”And also, don’t just barge in here like that. I’m going to have to scold the person in charge of security,” I added, wagging a finger.
”B-But I’m a knight apprentice…”
”Even a full-fledged knight shouldn’t behave that way,” I said firmly.
”Malik, you’re going to be an adult soon, right? If an adult man and woman are alone together in a room, people might assume there’s something going on between them.”
Is Shea-Shea a little out of touch with current norms? Maybe. But it’s still a valid point.
It’s not uncommon to hear stories of young boys being swept away by their older wives.
That said, in this world, having a child is considered a joyous occasion—which also reflects how difficult it is to conceive.
Malik’s face turned bright red and he dashed out of the room.
* * *
”So, how much has been deposited?” I asked, returning to business.
Shea-Shea deftly presented the updated ledger.
A strange amount was listed. Quite a large one.
These were usually greedy types who didn’t believe in gods, and yet here they were making massive donations to the temple in hopes of absolution.
All this fuss over a red nose.
Well, if you hear that your flesh will eventually crumble away entirely, I suppose it’s understandable to be terrified.
”Are the folks at the management bureau really this wealthy?!” I muttered.
”The donations should’ve been twice this,” Shea-Shea replied. “Half gets skimmed by the Great Temple.”
Apparently, that was standard practice. What a profitable setup.
”Once our own Hortus Temple is completed, we can collect offerings directly, without going through the Great Temple,” she added.
For the gods, money is inherently meaningless.
But building a temple to gather faith? That takes money.
And if necessary, you can even buy faith with money.
God Hortus, perhaps—must have a firm grasp on the real value of money.
So, what should be done now?
”Well, let’s return what belongs to the gods. All deposits from the Hortus Temple should go toward construction costs for the Hortus Temple,” I declared.
”I don’t think it would be wrong to accept rightful payment for the armor, though.”
”Ah… right. That sounds good,” I nodded in agreement.
I glanced at the divine aura of Sir Hortus.
As the guardian deity of contracts, he wouldn’t make unreasonable demands.
”His Majesty went missing, and the establishment of the Hortus Temple was put on hold,” Shea-Shea said, “but Miss Floria has been advancing the design, hasn’t she? Looks like it’ll take shape sooner than expected.”
If I hadn’t returned, it would’ve ended up as just a phantom project.
It’s hard for human engineers to stay motivated designing something that may never be built.
But a dwarf who finds joy in such uncertain work had taken up the task.
What had tugged at his heartstrings, I wonder?
As someone who loves phantom weapons, I get it.
But since I’m the one requesting it, it feels like I’m committing some sort of fulfillment fraud. I’ll have to give him a generous bonus.
If it were just about money or alcohol, that would be simple.
But if things escalate into a war with the Demonfolk, people will lose their lives defending this country. Dwarves might get caught up too.
Of course, we’re preparing a generous compensation system for the bereaved.
But is money really enough to repay a life?
That’s something I never had to consider in simulation games.
Bounty hunters and mercenaries fight for money.
But professional soldiers?
Some fight—sacrificing their lives—for their homeland, their families, or out of loyalty.
Personally, it would be easier if I could act like a mercenary and rely on money alone.
I don’t know how to repay someone who dies out of loyalty.
So I wish they wouldn’t die at all.
What is the price of a life, anyway?
The young conquering king currently occupying the royal capital has probably already resolved that dilemma.
Whether it’s due to charisma or something else, his subordinates would gladly lay down their lives for him.
I don’t envy him. That must be an unbelievably heavy burden. I couldn’t do it.
Is this just someone else’s problem to me?
There will be casualties. That’s certain.
Even in a world that feels like a game, if a death reset fails, someone is lost forever.
Ordinary people—unlike summoned heroes—are far more likely to die.
That’s just one more way summoned heroes are cheating.
I don’t know what the right answer is.
But there’s no time left to hesitate.
Even if I sit still, Miss Floria will probably handle the usual compensations.
But… is that really enough?
As long as even one soldier is willing to fight, staking their life for this cause—
I must be a true king.
What should I do?
The responsibility is overwhelming.
I used to think being a king just meant sitting there, looking important.
Do the conquering king, Princess Auroora, and the cardinal all bear this kind of pressure too?
The conquering king is said to be around middle school age.
Is he a genius? A cheat? Or perhaps the product of special education?
Maybe… he’s been struggling with this since he was very young.
* * *
”Conquering King? Ah, seems he’s really popular among the combat classes. That vibe’s a bit different for us, though,” someone remarked casually.
When I arrived at the public diner operated by Mr. Raoh, I found Mr. Pansy and the others quietly eating their curry set meals. Since I was already there, I decided to rent out the place and join them.
Mr. Pansy was originally supposed to be a sage, but it seems he no longer considers himself part of the combat classes. The two with him are also magic bag carriers—former summoned heroes who once fought under the Conquering King.
They’ve made a fortune delivering curry and are now the owner and president of Pansy Luck, a company based in our country. I guess that means they’ve washed their hands of fighting. Lately, more and more people are doing the same. A considerable number of summoned heroes have ended up in this country.
It must be the power of rice. Not just curry rice, but also river shrimp pilaf and oyakodon (T/N: a rice bowl topped with chicken and egg). This year, we’re planning to cultivate premium rice varieties like Koshihikari (T/N: a famous high-quality Japanese rice variety) in earnest, so it’s going to get even better.
Mr. Raoh was sobbing over Koshihikari rice balls and takuan (T/N: pickled daikon radish).
As for the non-combat heroes, it’s a relief that no country seems particularly interested in them. If strong combat classes were being poached, it would escalate into an international incident.
”Being a magic bag carrier is way more useful than some clumsy combat job, you know,” one of them said, half-jokingly.
”That’s because their understanding of logistics is stuck at a medieval level,” another replied with a sigh.
”If you put too much emphasis on mental fortitude, you might start believing you can survive hunger through sheer willpower. Don’t they realize you can’t fight on an empty stomach? Even if the food supplies run low, the noble commanders won’t be starving. It’s literally a cushy position. That’s why they don’t value logistics, and nothing ever improves,” I added.
”Indeed, their thinking really is medieval. That’s quite a profound statement,” Mr. Pansy nodded in agreement.
”We weak heroes have really been unfortunate,” one of the former combatants said quietly. “This country truly saved us.”
”That’s true. Honestly, in a place like this, I feel like I could even become a king,” another said with a chuckle.
”It seems people think being king is a pretty easy job,” I said with a wry smile. “Even I can’t do anything without Shea-Shea and the others. Still, I think I’m doing my best.”
”When I was summoned to this other world, I was over the moon. But for someone like me, who didn’t get a combat job, this world turned out to be hard mode. After tasting death and coming back, my spirit broke. I really can’t be a hero, you know,” one of the men admitted, his voice low.
”This person’s quite humble,” Mr. Pansy said kindly. “I hope they never lose that spirit. Too many summoned heroes get carried away far too quickly.”
”Only a handful can become winners—that’s true in any world,” I said. “If you manage to get results before the Doll Princess stops watching, the next one they send you might be a real beauty. That’s the mark of a winner… not that it has anything to do with us unlucky types.”
”There are a lot of people who like to act like they know everything. Honestly, that’s the most common type of summoned hero. But they talk freely, so they’re useful for gathering information,” someone muttered.
”Ms. Nina also said that the Doll Princess serves as a supervisor. Not only does she keep an eye on the heroes to make sure they don’t cause trouble, but she also evaluates their capabilities and reports to the Hero Management Bureau if she thinks someone’s worth keeping,” another added.
”In my case, I was left out of the selection from the start,” Mr. Pansy said with a bitter smile. “That’s why I ended up with the old-style Ms. Nina. Probably didn’t even have a selection process back then.”
”Apparently, a few of the heroes chosen by the Doll Princesses get assigned capable, beautiful human assistants. Rumor has it they’re real princesses.”
”The fact that even Ms. Shirakaba wasn’t selected shows how high the bar is. Wait… could it be Tizzy? No way,” someone mused.
”I’m not bragging, but since I’m a sage, there was actually a time when the church sent me a beauty,” Mr. Pansy said smugly.
”Mr. Pansy boasts,” someone commented with a grin.
”The honey traps from the Grand Temple are famous. Even if you fail the Bureau’s selection, there’s always a chance to bounce back.”
”As expected of Mr. Pansy. That’s impressive.”
”That’s nice. So what happened with that woman?” I asked curiously.
”Well, we only met about once a year before, but recently, business has been going well, right? They might end up becoming exclusive to us,” Mr. Pansy replied.
”Just as expected from the president!” someone cheered.
”No, no, it’s a honey trap. They’ll just use you for their own gain, you know?” another warned.
”Mr. Raoh should just date a normal woman,” someone muttered.
”Well, it’s a noble princess, right? Since it’s a summoning from another world,” someone else chimed in dreamily.
”This person’s dreaming too much about another world. It’s not exactly a fairy tale, you know.”
”Nobles seem to have terrible personalities, and I bet they’re expensive too. I want to build a harem,” someone said boldly.
”Mr. Raoh said something similar and got chewed out by the girls for being a loser. Cheating might be cultural, but being indiscriminate is taboo,” someone remarked dryly.
”In my case, it’s a bit of a gray area, right? Seems like having multiple unspecified partners is out of the question,” another added.
”The real problem is that there’s just no chance to meet anyone. Even putting aside noble princesses, regular town girls are hard to approach. Young women don’t even walk around alone. Is this the Middle Ages or what? Ahaha, I guess it really is the Middle Ages,” someone laughed.
”If you want to flirt with the opposite sex, you need to follow the proper protocols. And those vary by culture. Too many summoned heroes don’t get that,” I sighed.
”They write off the local culture as inferior and try Earth-style pickup lines. Of course that just creeps people out.”
”Please stop trying aggressive pickup lines in town. If you get caught by the officials, our company’s reputation will tank,” Mr. Pansy warned.
”Mr. Pansy really has it tough. Being president’s no joke, huh?” someone said sympathetically.
”Isn’t dealing with the officials supposed to be the king’s job? Right, King?” someone grinned. “If we got serious, we could wipe those guys out.”
”Are you joking? If not, you’re quite the fool,” I said flatly.
There are plenty of high-status fools in the world. It seems that ability values are merely conditions for activating magic and skills.
With more chances to meet various summoned heroes, new information keeps coming in. As each puzzle piece falls into place, the mystery gradually unravels.
But… it’s not necessary to solve the mystery. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.
”Ah… this must be some kind of fate,” I murmured, as if to convince myself. “Enlightenment before this man makes a blunder. I hope Mr. Pansy finds it a bit easier too.”
”Criminals must be judged in a way that everyone can agree on,” I said carefully, choosing my words and paying attention to my tone.
A king must understand that how something is said is more important than what is said—just as Miss Floria always says.
It’s not simply about defeating someone in an argument. It’s about winning their heart.
Easy to say, though.
As a Stargazer, I get a bonus to my fraud skills. That gives me an edge in persuasion.
”Isn’t it true that most medieval worlds are governed by men?” the man asked. “The king can do whatever he wants. We’d like to benefit from that too.”
He thinks he’s flattering me, but he’s acting quite arrogant for someone trying to curry favor. He must not be used to playing the sycophant.
Being a flatterer might seem easy, but it actually requires a fair amount of strength and talent.
Since he seems to be the logical type, should I respond with logic? It’s a bad move… but it is a topic I’ve wanted to debate.
”Surprisingly, most of this world claims to be a nation of laws,” I replied. “Because of strong precedent and case law, even lords who do as they please eventually end up tightening the noose around their own necks.”
Of course, there are those who brazenly ignore their own past rulings.
Judges and lawyers tend to side with power—if they conspire, they can get away with anything.
Still, even the powerful can sometimes be judged by the gods. The fact that the top of the hierarchy is a god is… quite medieval.
What I want this man to understand, at the very least, is that there will be no special treatment for those who commit crimes.
”If you overlook the crimes of one summoned hero, you’ll have to overlook similar crimes afterward,” I said plainly.
”Well, it would be troublesome if it turned into a lawless land,” he nodded. “A medieval European-style otherworld is surprisingly inflexible.”
(T/N: Many isekai settings draw from a romanticized version of medieval Europe.)
Huh? Did he accept that so easily? That’s… a bit anticlimactic.
”It goes without saying that this world is crap,” he added. “But I was saved when I encountered this curry. Curry is the joy of living and everything. So let’s just eat curry in silence.”
”I understand, I understand,” I sighed, “but please don’t talk about crap while I’m eating curry.”
Mr. Pansy and his companions chuckled softly, and while wiping away tears, they brought curry to their mouths.
I couldn’t tell what was what anymore, but I ended up crying too.
It was just the atmosphere of the moment.
* * *
”Alright, in gratitude for the best curry, I’ll whip out something special,” said one of Mr. Pansy’s ill-natured-looking subordinates, grinning as he pulled out a cutting board, a knife, and a translucent chunk of meat from a magic bag.
”It’s meat from a monster that resembles a sturgeon,” he said. “It’s the best sashimi you can get in this world.”
”Mr. Pansy! Please don’t spoil the surprise first!” someone interjected.
So they’re going to serve sashimi.
That monster resembling a sturgeon… it must be those creatures we sometimes see in the river.
Are they not just regular sturgeons?
”Of course, the king knows, but once it’s in the magic bag, the parasites disappear,” he added. “I was so happy when I learned I could eat sashimi. But without soy sauce, it was no good.”
Hmm. Isn’t it acceptable to enjoy sashimi with vinegar and salt?
Well, I understand the feeling—soy sauce is the standard.
”This guy used to be a chef in Japan, you know. He’s really got good skills.”
A chef, huh?
Though the cuts are rough—probably because the knife is awful.
”Use this one,” I offered, handing him a sashimi knife I had made for myself.
It was a slender Japanese knife with a square tip—the so-called tako-hiki type.
(T/N: Tako-hiki is a type of long, thin knife used in Japanese cuisine, especially for slicing sashimi.)
”A Japanese knife in another world? And a tako-hiki, of all things—how niche! But just right. This fish has too much strength, so thin slicing is best.”
Oh. Thin slicing, huh…
”Then, use this too,” I added, passing him a large plate with geometric patterns. It should be just right for presentation.
”Wow, wow! Who are you? A king? A super king!” he exclaimed.
He seems like a fool, but he’s a good guy. At least he takes pride in his cooking.
His knife skills aren’t bad either.
Looks like he really was a professional chef.
”Oh no, I’m about to cry again…”
In front of the completed sashimi, Mr. Pansy’s eyes welled with tears.
”If only I had wasabi… I could die happy.”
”Then you should use this.”
I handed him a small plate of grated wasabi. It was Western wasabi, though.
(T/N: Western wasabi usually refers to horseradish-based substitutes rather than authentic Japanese wasabi.)
In a few years, we should be able to harvest real wasabi.
I have some growing in Uno’s nest, but it has buffs and can’t be sold carelessly on the market.
Well, the Western kind will do just fine.
”I’m sorry for underestimating you, young one. Long live the king! I never thought there’d be such a good knife in another world… I was able to do a great job in the end.”
”If you like it that much, you can have that knife.”
A single-edged Japanese knife is unfamiliar to the cooks of this world.
There probably aren’t many who could wield it as well as this man.
”Really? I’ll stick with you for life… even if my time is short!”
What’s this? A tsundere? He’s suddenly in high spirits.
(T/N: Tsundere is a Japanese character archetype—someone who is initially cold but becomes affectionate over time.)
Sure, I want to gather as many summoned heroes as possible right now.
But clashes and separations happen. Relying solely on momentum might not last.
”What will happen to our company’s work… well, good luck,” he added with a faint smile.
Ah… so I’ve poached someone from Mr. Pansy. That’s not ideal.
Should I just take care of Mr. Pansy and the others too?
Any member who can use the magic bag is more than welcome.
The sturgeon monster sashimi was quite delicious.
Its taste is similar to black sea bream—slightly fishy, with an incredible texture.
Cutting it thinner and adding grated ginger might enhance it further.
”This is real sashimi… I can’t believe I can eat something like this in another world,” someone muttered, tears in their eyes.
While drinking low-alcohol sake, everyone was crying again.
They really are a bunch of crybabies.
”I guess I should mention it. Actually… it seems I’m going to die in six months-ssu.”
Hmm. Adding -ssu to the end of his sentences seems to be his way of showing respect.
(T/N: Using honorific language or suffixes like “su” is often a formal or polite speech habit in Japanese.)
He’s losing to Malik. Is this the fault of Japan’s compulsory education system?
No… that’s not it.
”Die in six months? You mean you’ll be lost?”
”Yeah, probably.”
”Let me explain, as the wise one here,” he said with a grin. “The magic bag isn’t actually a bag. It’s a time tunnel connecting to my future self. So I can keep sending letters to the future and know when I’m going to die.”
I see.
If the letter I send can’t be stored, it means I won’t be there in the future to receive it.
So… dying in six months?
It sounds dubious, but that’s right around the time the Demon King is supposed to attack.
Not impossible.
Even without dying, there’s a chance the magic bag could become unusable due to certain conditions.
Being enslaved by a subjugation skill or having an item that seals abilities used against you could do it.
Even if you succeed in reviving, there might be penalties that prevent you from using magic or skills.
It’s not certain he’ll be lost.
Should I try to comfort him by saying that?
No—that would be irresponsible.
What’s important is how he feels about it.
In this world, no one is guaranteed to live to see tomorrow.
How one chooses to live with that in mind… is up to the individual.
I think those who prepare for the end are admirable.
But letting things happen as they may—that’s also a valid way of life.
”I’ve heard that the past can’t be changed, but the future can. Is that wrong?” he said. “For now, I’ll try my best as if I’m going to die in six months. If nothing happens, then it’ll be a bonus for the rest of my life.”
It all depends on how you say it.
For now, I’ll try to encourage him—softly, gently.
”Ah, ahaha, you say that so lightly,” he laughed. “But I’ve made up my mind. You’re a good king. In the end, I want to die holding a knife. Let me do a good job, please!”
”No, you can skip the please,” I said. “But… well, regardless of whether it’s a good job or not, there is work I want you to do.”
He led me straight to the kitchen and showed me the tank filled with farmed crucian carp. Each one was over 30 centimeters long, plump with fat.
”These aren’t the common ones. They’re not silver crucian carp either.”
”They’re from another world,” he said. “I want to make carp sushi with these. Ah—not the fermented kind, just regular nigiri.”
(T/N: Nigiri is a type of sushi made with a slice of raw fish over pressed vinegared rice.)
To make proper carp sushi, you need a lot of rice and plenty of time.
Besides, I doubt there’s demand for that here.
Still… maybe someday I’ll challenge it.
For now, it’s all about nigiri sushi.
The sashimi is delicious, so it should work well as nigiri too.
He handed me the sushi rice and a knife used for filleting horse mackerel, and without another word, began working efficiently.
This might’ve been an unexpected treasure.
* * *
”Wow, so this is the famous carp sushi,” he said, eyes wide with curiosity. “It looks just like regular nigiri sushi. Yeah, the taste is just delicious too.”
It seemed Mr. Pansy had never eaten real carp sushi either. The name really did cause confusion.
”Honestly, with this level of fishiness, it’s totally fine,” he continued. “I thought carp sushi would be smellier. I might even prefer this over the sushi I had in Japan. Even after eating all that curry, I can still keep going. Especially this cod roe sprinkled on top—it’s the best.”
It wasn’t cod roe; it was carp roe. Although the ovaries were still underdeveloped at this time of year, they paired wonderfully when sprinkled on sashimi.
”It’s carp roe,” someone corrected. “If only they could live for another year, I could pinpoint the peak season…”
”Ah, the peak season for that fish is right now,” another added. “When the spawning season comes, the female’s ovaries will get bigger, but the flesh will become lean.”
”Then, we should secure some fish for sashimi now and combine it with the eggs during the spawning season. That would be the ultimate!” he declared, eyes sparkling with excitement.
His eyes, which had been dull just a moment ago, were now shining. With this, he should be able to do a good job.
* * *
The nigiri made with the otherworldly carp roe was a huge hit among the summoned heroes.
Mr. Raoh, Ms. Shirakaba, and the others were so moved by its deliciousness that they cried. It might have even surpassed the curry.
The people of this world, who had initially held reservations about eating raw fish, quickly fell in love with sushi.
Despite the ongoing emergency, it was decided that the fish farm and rice fields would be expanded again this year.
However, the naming of the sushi was unpopular, and it was eventually revised to “Shimizu Tai Roe Nigiri.” (T/N: Tai refers to sea bream, a prized fish in Japanese cuisine, often used in celebratory dishes.)
I don’t understand it—no matter what you call it, the taste of sushi doesn’t change. Such is the nature of royal authority.
That man called himself Dosan, but that’s probably not his real name. He genuinely believed he only had six months left to live.
I thought that if he started acting recklessly out of fear of death, I’d have to comfort him somehow—but I decided against it. It seemed he’d come to terms with death rather well.
It’s probably true that he worked as a chef in Japan, but his skills were, at best, second-rate. Yet, in just a few days, he’d transformed into a first-rate chef. Unlike someone like me who cheats time, he must be putting in a desperate effort.
Everyone strives in their own way. There are walls that can’t be overcome by effort alone. The wall between first-rate and second-rate is one of them. Those who can’t cross it never will, not even in a lifetime.
However, sometimes, with the right trigger, one can effortlessly leap over it.
Facing death seriously must be granting that man miraculous power.
In that case, there’s no need for me to meddle unnecessarily.
If I’m not careful, I might get surpassed as well. No—if we’re just talking about the young crucian carp, I might already be unable to win.
Cooking isn’t just about having superior culinary skills. His crucian carp sushi is filled with nostalgia. That’s why the summoned heroes cry so much.
It seems the other summoned heroes had strong reasons for leaving their hometowns. They don’t want to go back, yet they feel nostalgic. Those tears are born from that contradiction.
Thanks to that, sushi is selling like hotcakes—along with sake. (T/N: Sake is Japanese rice wine, traditionally served with meals or during celebrations.)
If its reputation continues to grow, even more summoned heroes will gather from across the world. We’ll finally be free from the shortage of talent.
That sushi could become a final weapon even more powerful than curry rice. I wonder—can those who pledged loyalty to the conquering king truly withstand it?
I’ve got an idea.
”The Kobanami Delicious River Operation.” (T/N: A parody of typical military operation names; “Kobanami” likely references a location, and “Delicious River” is a pun on the sushi/fish theme.)
Yes, let’s go with this. Even if it’s Shimizu sea bream.
Notes:
• Malik – A brave slum boy who tried to protect a girl from Agito, a summoned hero, and was helped by the main character after being injured. The main character sees him as courageous and worthy of respect, noting his toughness and life-or-death resolve to protect the girl, whom he seems to care for deeply.
• Shirakaba – A paladin who seems to be a skilled fighter. He’s introduced as someone with a strong defense and healing abilities.
• Oggos – A kind and reliable older man recently hired by the protagonist’s group. Though not strong in battle, his thoughtfulness and reliability are highly valued, particularly by Captain Hideyoshi. He serves as the captain of a ten-man squad (a small unit within the protagonist’s organization in v6c100) and is responsible for handling reports and other tasks.
• Hideyoshi – A figure of authority or influence within the protagonist’s organization who valued Oggos highly, leading to his hiring.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• Tizzy – Claims to be Duke’s daughter, a noble with advanced magic skills. MC and Ms. Shirakaba lover.
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