Volume 6 Chapter 121 Dawn Of The Wilderness
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The meeting with the Demon King felt brief, yet somehow it seemed like we had talked far longer than expected.
The sound of horns gradually faded away.
In response, music echoed from multiple directions—ten, twenty sources blending together.
”What a magnificent retreat,” I mused. “I can’t believe such a large army can move in perfect synchronization. No wonder they’re formidable.”
”Of course,” I continued, “there are logistical reasons for such an elegant withdrawal. Rumor has it the Demon King is running low on provisions.”
He intended to destroy the Wall Barley control device before retreating—it was a risky strategy from the start.
The summoned heroes bought some time, but the main reason for the delay was the cumbersome movement of that massive carriage.
The Demon King seemed competent but had a knack for making significant blunders.
In the grand scheme, the Demon King’s attempt to eradicate Wall Barley was primarily driven by the food crisis facing the Demonfolk.
Although Wall Barley was a nuisance to humans, it had its merits as a food source, balancing out its drawbacks.
However, many Demonfolk suffered severe allergies to Wall Barley. It was inedible to them—purely a curse.
It made sense that the demon god issued a divine order to eliminate Wall Barley.
Yet, introducing rice cultivation would resolve the food crisis for the Demonfolk. The Lizardmen’s habitat encompassed vast wetlands—ideal for growing rice, as it turned out.
Once the Demon King secured the rice seeds, his primary goal had been achieved. There was no longer any need to recklessly destroy the control device.
”So, in the end, it all stemmed from that rice ball I had the Demon King sample,” I reflected. “Those rice balls are delicious.”
If the food issue was settled, there should be no lingering reasons for the Demon King to continue fighting. Still, disregarding divine orders wasn’t an option.
That left me to eliminate Wall Barley instead.
I sensed I was being deftly manipulated by the Demon King.
I had always planned to deal with Wall Barley eventually. If I could manage it within three years, everything would fall into place.
Could I somehow make it work if I pushed myself hard? I grimaced; that would undoubtedly mean a hectic schedule.
Such tasks would drag on without a deadline. Perhaps I should view this urgency positively—as a nudge in the right direction.
* * *
”I really wanted to hear the Demon King’s alien language,” Ms. Nina said with a smile, riding on Claire’s back.
That smile sent a genuine chill down my spine.
”When someone talks down to you, it feels intimidating. Eye level really matters.”
But it feels weird to let only Ms. Nina walk. For her health, I should walk too. From the outside, it might look like a princess and her servant.
”The Demon King didn’t speak the space language.”
I caught myself and thought, No! That’s not it!
Why is Ms. Nina upset? I can’t misread that.
Probably because she couldn’t attend the meeting with the Demon King. She risked everything to get into the magic bag, but when she came out, the Demon King had already left. That must be frustrating.
So what’s the right thing to say to Ms. Nina?
I think the trump card should be saved for last.
Yeah, that doesn’t make any sense, does it?
I meant the trump card was Ms. Nina herself, and if I held back, it would all be over.
”Oh, but it’d be rude to the Claire team who worked so hard,” I frowned. “You’re not the trump card—that won’t do.”
”That’s nonsense. I’m not that angry, so there’s no need to be scared,” she said.
”Um, Ms. Nina? So you’re a little angry?”
”Why the formal tone? Did I do something to make you mad?”
A chill ran down my spine. She’s terrifying. Why is she so intimidating? Though she wouldn’t unleash her strength, the fear lingered. I can’t defy my wife. It must be hardwired.
”No. Hey, Ms. Nina, do you know about the title ‘God Slayer’?”
I changed the subject. There was no way she wouldn’t be interested.
”Only a God Slayer can kill a god. And that title is given only to those who have killed gods. So gods can never truly be slain.”
She clearly knew the lore. More than that, she seemed unusually well-read. Had she seen it in some ancient text?
”But actually, they can be killed. The God Slayer title can be bestowed on weapons too. They’re called sacred treasures—legendary weapons that can kill gods.”
”Well, that’s a problem. Then whoever kills a god with a sacred treasure becomes a God Slayer too. If the next God Slayer kills a god with an ordinary weapon, that weapon gains the title and becomes a sacred treasure. It’s an infinite cycle of God Slayers.”
”Huh? Yeah, right.”
I chuckled. Ms. Nina’s imagination never ceases to amaze me. How many gods is she planning to kill?
”If that’s the case, where did the first sacred treasure come from?”
”Like the chicken or the egg—some mental gymnastics?”
”You always think the weirdest things.”
”Same to you.”
We laughed together—a perfectly matched couple.
Okay, Ms. Nina’s no longer angry. Operation Friendly Complete.
The bright red sun climbed over the horizon, blessing the day. Morning had arrived; today was beginning.
”I’ve always liked sunrises, haven’t I?”
”I like sunsets too. When the light slants like this, shadows get dramatic. Backlighting is the best,” she said.
”I like the clouds because they’re beautiful. But today, there isn’t a single one. What a shame.”
”Ah, but the morning glow clouds are stunning,” she nodded.
It was a clear day—no clouds in sight. The perfect stage for my triumphant return. The afternoon promised heat.
”You’re the Sir Hero who defeated the Demon King, right?” she asked.
”Isn’t that a bit plain? It really is,” I muttered.
”It’s just so ordinary. A triumphant return should have its moments, don’t you think?”
”Don’t talk like Shea,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Oh, right. Let her come up with the whole battle against the Demon King. I’ll ask Nina to craft a story where she plays a major role.”
Ms. Nina glared at me, eyes narrowed.
Oh no! I’d accidentally reminded her she had no role—ruining the moment. We were back to square one.
If I’m going to have Shea-Shea concoct a fantastic story, I should probably slip away quietly.
I had imagined a hero’s return would be celebrated with confetti, but upon reflection, there was no way such preparations could be ready in time.
Indeed, the actual triumphant parade would have to wait for another day. It might feel staged, but for the sake of future rice cultivation efforts, propaganda was important.
Speaking of which, I recalled the time I had been buried in flowers by the little spirits at Uno’s Nest. It felt like a distant memory.
It was a rather trivial event, yet nostalgia tightened my chest. Am I being strange? I wondered. Perhaps I was feeling sentimental because I was tired.
Lately, I hadn’t even shed tears from pain, and I worried I might have lost my humanity. Yet, I might actually be becoming more emotional. That thought brought me a bit of relief.
As a king, I needed to maintain a poker face, but once everything was settled, would it be okay to step down?
”If you ask Ms. Shea, the setting might become incredibly complex,” I warned. “The Sir Hero who defeated the Demon King would be welcomed with cheers from the people, living happily ever after with the princesses. That would be fine too, you know?”
”It’s a cliché, but simple is good,” she said. “Especially the ‘happily ever after’ part. The reality is that if he doesn’t eliminate Wall Barley in 3 years, the Demon King will return. Being a false hero is tough.”
I hadn’t fought to defeat the Demon King, so claiming to be a hero felt presumptuous. It wasn’t a fix, but it certainly wasn’t orthodox either.
”Whether it’s a falsehood or not doesn’t matter much,” she said. “But did you make a 3-year agreement with the Demon King? If it’s a 3-year deal, it could effectively mean just one year.”
”Eh? What do you mean?” Claire asked.
Ms. Nina explained, “According to the Demonfolk calendar, New Year’s is on the summer solstice. That’s 11 days from today.”
”That day marks the beginning of the year. Next year on the summer solstice, the second year ends, and the third begins.”
”Wait, isn’t that kind of bad?” Claire murmured, her brow furrowing.
”Claire, what do you think?”
”Please don’t bring up that kind of discussion with the centaur tribe. They’re always getting deceived by those unscrupulous merchants.”
Numbers were never her strong suit. Most dishonest merchants struggled with them as well──merely spinning tales to avoid losing out. Circumstances often resulted in underhanded dealings.
”Just in case something like this happened, I recorded the entire meeting with the Demon King using my Editorskill,” Nina said, a hint of pride in her voice. “It’s foolish to argue about what was said.”
Upon reviewing, she frowned, “Hmm. Depending on the interpretation, this could mean anything. It could take as little as one year and 11 days──or as long as 3 years.”
”This difference is significant──unacceptably significant.”
”We should send a messenger to the Demon King urgently and confirm this,” Nina said firmly. “Without a deadline, we can’t make any plans.”
Nina was right. She shouldn’t be too far away now. It might be faster for me to go directly.
Mistrena had been left with the enormous carriage, making it difficult to locate the Demon King’s whereabouts. Should I summon Yakou?
”The Demon King’s base is around here,” Nina pointed out. “With Ms. Claire’s speed, we’ll reach it in no time.”
Nina retrieved a handmade atlas. It was a military-grade map pasted onto thick paper.
Her skills were quite different than mine──remarkably dexterous.
”Seriously, can you really figure it out just by the sound of a flute or drum?” Claire asked, eyes wide.
Now that I had cracked the code, I could calculate it too. But did Nina really rely on mental math? Without Editorskill?
”It’s just a matter of getting used to it,” she replied, her confidence shining through. “Even the Demon King’s commanders should manage it.”
She looked pleased, a bashful smirk on her face. I should compliment her; she was impressive after all.
* * *
We caught up to the Demon King and discussed everything thoroughly. With Ms. Nina by my side, I felt confident nothing was missed.
As it turned out, I ended up providing additional seeds. Since I had 3 full years, it was a small matter before the important one.
”If only we could extend the negotiations to 5 or ten years,” I mused.
”That would be great. Why didn’t you say that earlier?” Nina exclaimed, throwing her hands up.
Gods had a different sense of time. In some ways, they could have easily allowed for a hundred years.
Three years felt both long and short. If we had at least 5 years, it might have been a bit less challenging.
”Those who do good work push themselves,” Claire said, her tone serious.
She spoke wisely. Yes, let’s put our effort into this and tackle it all within 3 years.
”It’s what they say in anime,” she added, a hint of nostalgia creeping into her voice.
”What? Were you quoting an anime?” I chuckled.
Everyone was obsessed with anime.
They had returned to the castle after midday. Time flies indeed; moments slip away if you’re not careful. Before you know it, 3 years can pass in the blink of an eye.
This year included, there are only 3 more opportunities to harvest Wall Barley. Once the 4th crop is ready, the Demon King will likely mount another assault.
Until the rice crops stabilize, they’ll have to subsist on Wall Barley. Fortunately, my magic bag has virtually unlimited capacity. They must harvest as much as they can.
Even if the Wall Barley’s control device is destroyed, making it lose its plant functions, it should still be edible as a grain.
Once the threat of the Demon King has passed, the brewing team will probably start laying temporary trolley rails across the meadow. The rails are already piled up in the warehouse. Since they’re tied to the production of alcohol, the Dwarves have worked hard on them. Some have been repurposed for defense fences, but they can be reclaimed for use.
The wilderness has been surveyed. A magic-powered steam locomotive has even been completed. They’ll be able to harvest much farther away than last year.
”The main gate is bustling.”
”Could they already be preparing for a victory parade? I’m not mentally prepared for this.”
”It’s quite festive.”
”Shouldn’t Ms. Claire be the one to ride Saburou──Your Majesty?”
”No, Nina would be more picturesque, and as a consort, there should be no issue.”
It feels like a journey of the Buddhist pilgrims, though 2 are missing.
I wonder if there’s a set tradition for victory parades? It would be reassuring to check with Ms. Floria. Precedent makes ceremonies comfortably predictable.
”Ah, it seems we’re not the main characters after all.”
Claire, please don’t say such embarrassing things. I’ve only just realized it myself.
The cheers are for the Elves from Uno’s Nest, who were supposed to be nesting. They must have come as reinforcements for the final battle.
A tall Elf stands out. Beside her is an even taller giant youth──surely my son.
He’s not wearing an eyepatch. Perhaps his cyclopean super-magic eye hasn’t awakened.
He looks like a priest warrior with that mace. Though it might just be because no other weapon was available.
And yet, he’s so large. His head reaches the second-floor windows. He stands as tall as an Ogre.
So, that’s Doga. The Elf and I spent 3 days deciding on our son’s name when he was born. He’s grown so much. I wish I could have watched him grow up.
Those beautiful children at Doga’s feet must be Kisarra and Claude.
Kisarra felt like a black-haired Tizzy, resembling Ms. Nina. “Wow, I’ve never seen such a beautiful girl,” he thought. “My genes are doing a good job, huh? She doesn’t look entirely Japanese──well, maybe?”
The name Kisarra comes from the Mineley family’s ancestors, gifted by a legendary saint. Tizzy’s sister was also named Kisarra.
Claude is read as Claude. Is it a bit of a flashy name? It must be Ms. Shirakaba’s taste. He mentioned something about a head general, so it might relate to The Tale of Genji. Quite an elegant choice.
He, of course, is a beautiful boy.
He resembles Fubuki, but his piercing gaze is unsettling. He looks like a handsome villain.
What if he turns out to be a bad guy?
”Hey!”
El spotted me and waved. The soldiers in the gallery glanced our way, but their energy felt low. That’s not how you treat a hero who just defeated the Demon King──though I didn’t actually defeat him.
”There you are! I’ve come to reinforce you. Our children are fierce warriors. I trained them myself!” Uno exclaimed.
Uno’s speech is almost completely unrefined. It seems she has no intention of putting on airs in front of the regular soldiers.
Ah, right. The soldiers probably don’t know the battle has ended yet. The dragon Uno must have been a reliable ally.
In this world, dragons symbolize overwhelming strength. If they’re on your side, that’s a comforting thought.
”I’ve spoken with the Demon King. They’re retreating to the demon realm. I didn’t disarm them, so keep your guard up,” Uno said.
I believe the Demon King is trustworthy, but since it’s a ragtag group of demonfolk, there might be some who would seize the opportunity to loot on their way out. I think humans and demonfolk aren’t so different in that regard.
”Wait? You’ve already defeated the Demon King?”
It’s better to declare victory sooner rather than later. To make the great powers listen to us, it’s wise to embellish our achievements. The Demon King understands that much.
However, I can’t lie. My instincts as a con artist tell me so. I’ll leave the embellishments to Shea-Shea, but I’ll stick to the facts. I’ll certainly exercise my freedom not to report everything, though.
”It was a narrow victory──or more like a draw with a slight edge. We might have to face him again within a few years.”
For some reason, cheers erupted from the surrounding dwarves. They’re quite combative.
”Your Majesty, we should send envoys to neighboring countries quickly. We might reduce unnecessary casualties. Let’s hurry to the conference room,” Ms. Floria urged.
Ms. Floria is certainly not an altruist. She’s saying this in front of the soldiers, but it’s just a facade… In any case, she wants us to get to the conference room.
”Military personnel have a duty of confidentiality,” Shirakaba said, “but the lower ranks are bundles of curiosity. Rumors spread quickly, whether true or not. We shouldn’t discuss important matters in this situation.”
”Still, running around shouting that we won is okay,” she continued. “As long as armed soldiers are on duty, no one will get any strange ideas.”
The Demon King’s forces surrounding the castle had already retreated.
”Wait? We’re supposed to raise a victory cry?” Io asked, raising an eyebrow. “I guess that’s necessary.”
”Apparently, we don’t need to prepare anything special,” Shirakaba added.
She pulled a striking sword from her magic bag and held it aloft.
”Eiei-oh!”
”Wait, was that wrong?”
”‘Eiei Io!’” she shouted, her voice echoing.
It seemed different from the victory cries in this world, but it was simple enough for everyone to remember quickly. Well, it was Japanese, but it didn’t seem to have any particular meaning.
She repeated it several times. By the end, she felt a bit exhilarated.
Without time to change, she headed straight to the conference room. Although she had upgraded her magic bag’s quick-change skill to version 2.0, this wasn’t the time to show it off. I can read the room, after all.
Her wives were still in their original outfits. Ms. Floria, who was pregnant, didn’t need to push herself.
Somehow, the children had followed along. What should I do?
”These kids have already completed their coming-of-age ceremony,” Tizzy said, nodding.
If Tizzy vouched for them, that was good enough. If they caused trouble during the meeting, I’d have to discipline them as a father.
The conference room contained only family. Still, I decided to share only the bare minimum of information.
Especially regarding the gods──there were some dangerous topics to discuss. There were many things I hadn’t even told Ms. Nina.
”To summarize,” I began, “Claire, Exceneca, and I launched an assault on the Demon King’s stronghold and forced a meeting with him. Since we reached an agreement, it’s considered my victory.”
I spoke in a tone reminiscent of a king. I viewed it as a kind of cosplay. My wives had recently praised me for how well I was pulling it off.
”I’ve never heard of a king charging into battle alone,” Tizzy exclaimed. “I was worried sick! What’s the point of a stronghold?”
Tizzy scolded me. “Wait, why are you suddenly angry?”
”The Demon King was stronger than expected,” I replied. “If we had chosen to defend, we would have lost.”
This was half a lie. I wanted to discuss the Wall Barley issue with the Demon King. I was confident we could understand each other.
I had countless complaints about Wall Barley to share.
”Didn’t it matter that we came to help?” I asked.
Ms. Shirakaba was a max-level paladin. I could trust her to handle one of the castle gates alone.
Tizzy was a saint and a valuable healer.
Uno had spirits on her side, so in terms of strength, she was formidable. The children seemed to be training adequately, making them more than capable in battle.
This castle would have been easily defended. The Demon King likely ignored it, heading straight for the control device of Wall Barley to destroy it.
In that case, they would have struck the Demon King’s main camp from behind, wreaking havoc. With the Demon King’s skill, several important people would have fallen victim to a counterattack.
”Isn’t the outcome good enough?” Uno asked. “The battle has already shifted to the next stage. Our goal is to spread rice cultivation worldwide within 3 years and break free from our reliance on Wall Barley. As the first step of our plan, we must seriously tackle this year’s Wall Barley harvest. I want to reach out to neighboring countries and collaborate. To that end, I intend to make the most of our title as the ones who defeated the Demon King.”
When speaking as king, I carefully choose my words, ensuring they can’t be easily misinterpreted, refining them with my Editorskill before I speak. Other kings do the same. Just saying “um” or “is that so” suffices.
However, in this setting, I’ll speak freely. It allows my wise wives to point out various things more easily.
”Is it time to stop the king cosplay?”
Claude raised his hand.
”May I speak?” he asked.
Hmm. I had intended for the children to listen this time, but it’s commendable that he asked for permission.
I felt a flicker of curiosity about what he would say.
”I grant you permission to speak.”
”Thank you. I’ve heard that the poison of Wall Barley is the root cause of the declining birthrate. Rice cultivation sounds excellent. But do we really need to teach other countries our techniques? We should monopolize rice in our country and export polished rice as a specialty. That’s one point. Another is that our top priority should be to pursue the retreating Demon King and secure our victory. If we don’t act, we risk having our achievements snatched away by other countries. We can put Wall Barley on the back burner.”
Hmm, he speaks fluently. And he has a nice voice. I envy him.
I sense a strong persuasive strength. Does this boy possess a skill for deception? Or perhaps a speech skill? Is that even a thing?
What he’s saying isn’t unreasonable. By monopolizing rice in our country, we could indeed increase its rarity. In the past, France did something similar to popularize potatoes among commoners. If the time limit were 30 years instead of 3, it would have been a clever strategy.
”They don’t recognize the difference in strength between us and the Demon King,” Shirakaba said.
”Though I suppose it’s just youthful ignorance, is he overestimating his strength?” Uno asked. “He’s only seeing information that suits him, even if it’s subconsciously.”
”Worry not,” Shirakaba reassured her. “Anyone who dares to attack the retreating Demon King will only bring about their own defeat.”
”Is the Demon King really that strong?” Uno wondered, her eyes wide. “Could even I manage it?”
”The Demon King is exceptionally powerful,” Shirakaba replied. “Even a maxed goblin mage is over 100; it could easily be even more than that.”
”Wow, that’s terrible,” Uno exclaimed, shaking her head. “How did you manage to win against that?”
”Because we negotiated,” Shirakaba explained, a hint of pride in his tone.
Claude wore an unsatisfied expression, clearly not convinced. Was he going through a rebellious phase?
If they had interacted since childhood, perhaps things could have turned out differently. Should they have participated in raising the children together at Uno’s Nest? After all, they made snacks like prawn crackers.
”Have you noticed?” Shirakaba asked, glancing at the children. “Their ages don’t match their appearances. They’ve spent a significant amount of time training to hone their skills.”
”So that’s what Uno’s training is about,” I said. “The technique requires full recovery using the Dragon God’s Herb [T/N: rare healing item], but it tears the body down, piece by piece.”
Being a non-combatant, I’d assumed they were still holding back.
Even if Claude’s heart was twisted, there was still room to sympathize.
”Lady Shirakaba has applied high-level player techniques to develop their skills, while I have instilled princely virtues in them,” Tizzy declared, her smile radiant. “They’ve become perfect individuals—anyone would be proud.”
She said it without a hint of doubt. Was something off about her perception?
”An education-focused mom,” Claude muttered, half-amused.
”Is that so bad? I do it for their future—desuwa,” she replied, light but firm.
”Education-focused moms always say that,” Claude scoffed. “Sure, with strength to take down the Demon King one-on-one, they could land stable jobs. But if they’re the type to leap into danger, it doesn’t matter how many lives they’ve got.”
”The only ones who can order the troops to charge are those who lead from the front,” Shirakaba said, voice steady. “Your Majesty has shown courage again and again. That’s why the people adore you. I hope my son grows into that kind of man.”
Ms. Shirakaba praised him too much. He was only doing what he liked—following his own whims.
His popularity came from the joy of giving. Sharing was its own kind of pleasure, and his actions came from that place.
* * *
”Impressive, Father. Becoming a king despite being a level-four non-combatant is no small feat,” he said with a smirk. “But when it comes to fighting, you’re not even close to my level. The Demon King may be a threat to you, but to me, he’s just an easy target. All you need to do is say the word—give the order to pursue him. So what’s holding you back?”
Claude sighed. “Man, what a braggart,” he muttered. “Even Uno and the others aren’t doubting his victory.”
”The stronger we get, the more broken the Demon King’s cheat abilities become,” he added under his breath.
”More than that, there are huge benefits to coexisting with the demonfolk. Assuming the gods don’t get in the way.”
”I get it. When you gain power, you want to test it out. But we shouldn’t defeat the Demon King. The demonfolk are people we can work with.”
”Don’t be ridiculous. Even if that’s true, do you really think the major powers would allow it? We’d make enemies of all mankind.”
”Yeah… that’s fair,” Claude said, rubbing his neck. “Everyone sees the Demon King as absolute evil. That’s how it’s always been for us humans.”
Should I tell these kids the gods have already lost interest in humanity? U wondered. No… it’s still too soon.
Claude’s tone shifted, flat and cold. “If they found out they’re just toys to the gods, they’d only do something reckless.”
Better to take the long way. We need to build real communication with the kids first.
Forget saving the world—family comes first.
We could easily reach an understanding with the Demon King, but with humans? That’s the hard part.
Notes:
• 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.
• Shea-Shea – Mauro’s daughter. Hurt by Alexander. Became an eager fiancée after advice from protagonist.
• Mistrena – Wind spirit, wears hotpants and is quiet; mysterious but included among potential wives.
• 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.
• 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.
• Doga – The tall giant youth, son of the narrator and Uno, who resembles a priest warrior.
• Kisarra – A beautiful girl, daughter of the narrator and Uno, named after a legendary saint.
• Claude – A handsome boy, son of the narrator and Uno, with a flashy name possibly inspired by ‘The Tale of Genji’.
• 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.
• Fubuki – Male. Ms. Shirakaba’s younger brother. Handsome and around the same age as the protagonist. Not attending school recently. Lives in a mountain-top pension. Has an older sister named Yukina.
• Io – Mysterious beauty. Asked the protagonist to bury corpses in the Village of the Dead or the Old Toyata Village.
• Exceneca – Lady Uno’s butler girl
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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