Volume 10 Chapter 3 Leader’s Qualities
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
When they welcomed Cianie.
When Klock introduced Elna and Rosetta.
When Primlena came to visit.
So many things had happened, yet he couldn’t remember a time when Meina looked displeased.
”Merfolk, forestfolk, cat beastkin… and even demonkin, you say.”
It was the first time Klock had seen Suzette’s face cloud like that.
Primlena and Flavia looked the same—uneasy, unable to hide it.
Everyone in the room wore their feelings plainly.
”What a surprise. Not only a hero, but surrounded by so many beautiful women. Master, you seem to get along very well with all sorts of ladies… don’t you?”
”…Master?”
The Queen of Succubi said it so oddly that the word itself felt wrong.
Flavia’s eyes narrowed. Primlena’s gaze followed, landing on Kispe’s strange outfit—its short, almost nonexistent skirt.
”I’ll say it again,” Klock told them. “Kispe is bound by a slave contract. She’s under absolute obedience and has no choice but to cooperate with us.”
They already knew her situation, but he decided to restate it, hoping to calm them down a little.
The contract’s clauses were strict:
’You are forbidden to attack Klock.
”Attack” includes any act that could be considered hostile, even words.
You must not bring harm to Klock, directly or indirectly, or act with intent to do so.
You are forbidden to seek Klock’s life, regardless of control or influence from others.
If you break these terms, your life will end immediately.
Finally, Klock’s orders are absolute. If commanded to die, you will take your own life without hesitation.’
”Cianie made sure the contract was airtight,” he said.
”I’ve already heard the details from the Hero,” Flavia replied.
”Lady Cianie granted her a chance,” Suzette added. “We’ve discussed it and decided to observe her for a while.”
So they already understood the situation.
That made things easier—though “welcoming” her might be too generous a word.
All eyes turned toward Kispe.
Her black hair and purple eyes hadn’t changed, nor her small frame.
The outfit she wore, however, was another story.
It looked vaguely like a maid uniform—if one ignored everything that made a maid uniform practical.
There was no trace of discipline in it; it was fashion gone wild.
The skirt barely covered half her thighs, and the frilly dress was a loud mix of bright purple, white, blue, and yellow ribbons.
Even the white brim on her head only half-heartedly resembled a maid’s cap.
”Hehe♡ Do you like it? Isn’t this maid outfit dreamy-cute? I asked Alice to make it for me—something to serve my Master in. She made it in such a rush, but I love it already!”
Dreamy… cute?
”This… this is a maid outfit?” Suzette’s voice trembled. “In that ridiculous outfit, what sort of work could you possibly do? You’re a slave—why wear a maid’s uniform at all?”
”Well,” Kispe said, drawing out the word with a playful tone, “since I’ll be serving Master from now on, I thought I should look cute while doing it. A servant girl should be adorable, shouldn’t she? Please, enjoy having me by your side as much as you like…♡”
She grinned, completely unashamed.
Suzette was speechless. Primlena and Flavia just stared in disbelief.
So this was how the enemy general who surrendered last night chose to present herself.
Even the spoiled White Cat Princess had shown more restraint after losing.
”…A maid uniform, huh? So you plan to work as a servant?” Klock asked.
”Yes♡ Maids stay close to their masters and show off their charm, right? It’s the perfect job for someone as cute as me! I’m the ideal flower to brighten any room.”
”Being a servant isn’t supposed to be such a shameless job,” Suzette muttered.
Kispe Shisa—she had everyone’s attention from the moment she walked in.
There was nothing strange about a slave wearing a maid outfit.
But Klock hadn’t told her to. He’d only called for her, given no instructions at all.
To appear dressed like that the very next day showed a truly fearless spirit.
”Kispe,” he said, returning to the real reason she was here, “I called you to discuss Viola.”
There was no point humoring a succubus’s nonsense.
The coming battle would depend greatly on her insight.
”I’ll be direct,” he said. “Can you get Viola to defect to our side?”
”That would be difficult,” she answered without pause.
So she’d expected the question.
”Even if I’ve joined you,” she went on, “Ms. Viola will not follow.”
”Master, you mustn’t trust this woman,” Flavia interrupted. “She’s a schemer through and through.”
”Given her relationship with Viola, that’s strange to say,” Primlena cut in. “If Viola heard Kispe had joined us, I doubt she’d ignore it.”
Neither of them believed her, and Klock could see why.
He knew how close Kispe and Viola had been himself.
”Kispe, why do you think she wouldn’t switch sides?”
”It’s true, Ms. Viola and I are on friendly terms,” Kispe said, her tone calm. “She respects me deeply, I’m well aware. But she’s not a naïve girl picking flowers in a meadow. Just because someone she knows has changed allegiance doesn’t mean she can do the same.”
If she truly put him first, she would already be with the Crimson Spire, not the Moon Court.
Klock nodded. That made sense.
Viola wasn’t with the Crimson Spire because her place was within the Moon Court.
Otherwise, like Princess Juju of the Ogrefolk, she would be enjoying her dreamlike days at Kispe’s side.
”So why is she with the Moon Court, then?” he asked.
”She has people there she must protect,” Kispe said. “Those from her homeland. She works under the Moon Court’s nobility to keep them safe and cared for.”
”…I see.”
So they were hostages—the people of Sand Village, without a doubt.
Knowing Viola, she would never obey those nobles willingly.
She was doing it because their lives depended on her cooperation.
”Then it won’t be easy to pull her away by force.”
”Exactly,” Kispe said. “Still, I think it would be wise to reach out. You plan to fight the Moon Court, yes? Even if Ms. Viola’s final decision is uncertain, an invitation alone could shake the ground beneath them.”
”That’s true.”
He glanced at Primlena. She nodded silently.
It seemed Kispe’s explanation had convinced her.
Suzette and Flavia had no more objections.
Meina, meanwhile, wagged her tail as she watched Kispe—like a wary housecat observing a guest from a safe distance. Her claws were hidden, but her caution remained.
”So what now?” Klock asked. “Should we have Kispe contact her and try to negotiate?”
”That would be premature,” Kispe said. “The nobility watch Ms. Viola closely. A careless approach would expose our plans at once.”
”Well, that figures,” he muttered. “To those nobles, Viola’s nothing but a wild dog they can’t take the leash off. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see for now. She’s a pain for both sides. In peaceful times, they’ll probably get rid of her.”
”Yes,” Kispe said softly. “That’s very likely.”
Her calm agreement caught him off guard. Their eyes met, and the succubus princess smiled faintly.
”How do they treat her in the Moon Court anyway? Is she praised as some apostle, or at least respected as a hero?”
”I wouldn’t know,” Kispe replied. “She never talks much about herself. She always puts on a bright face, but she avoids personal topics. Still, knowing the vampire society, I doubt her life there is easy.”
”I see…”
So Viola’s treatment in the Moon Court wasn’t great.
She was, after all, a human-born slave. Hard to believe the nobles would treat her kindly.
If he compared her situation to a human society, she’d be an easy target.
A poor girl among nobles with fine bloodlines—of course they’d bully her. They’d circle like vultures, waiting for the first sign of weakness to steal her position and her power.
Could Viola, once a simple human girl, really dodge such seasoned malice?
Maybe the only reason she could fly so freely was because she was an apostle.
Maybe she wasn’t honored at all—just used.
An image flickered in Klock’s mind: Viola recreated in the Happiness Rebirth.
A young girl growing wings through pain,
Sylvia clenching the dirt in frustration.
After all that, Viola was taken to the Moon Court—now fighting as their enemy.
Cianie’s echo within him would never rest easy with that outcome.
”If we can’t win her over, we’ll have to deal with the entire Moon Court itself,” he said.
Crimson Spire had fallen easily—because Kispe ruled it as an absolute monarch. Her surrender ended it in a single stroke.
But that was a rare case. Subduing an entire faction normally meant long, messy struggles.
”Why does Master want Ms. Viola on your side?” Kispe asked with a teasing smile. “Do you wish to make her your slave too, and keep her close?”
”What? No! She’s human—well, she was, anyway.”
Kispe’s sly tone made Suzette and Primlena narrow their eyes.
That wasn’t what Klock meant at all.
”That was a long time ago,” Kispe said. “I doubt she still thinks of humans as her people.”
”I know that. But she’s from Sand Village.”
”Sand Village?” everyone echoed, puzzled.
”You knew her from before?”
”No. But she’s from Cianie’s homeland. That’s all.”
”The Hero’s homeland, then,” Suzette murmured.
Cianie’s memories still lived inside Klock. They were his reason for caring—but he kept that to himself.
Even if those memories were his now, they belonged to her first.
Besides, he could never explain what it meant to move through Klock’s will—how those feelings reached him.
”If she hates being under the nobles’ control, maybe she’ll come to us after all,” he said.
”She’s troublesome,” Kispe replied. “If we can bring her in peacefully, that would save time. But…”
He doubted Viola would ever accept being used by anyone.
He said as much, and Kispe gave a soft, mischievous chuckle.
”No, no, Master,” she said. “You can’t just win over a girl so easily.”
”Huh?”
”Ms. Viola is an apostle. Apostles are chosen by the world itself—renowned, powerful people. And the stronger someone is, the greater their pride. A person like that won’t just bend to someone they once fought against.”
That made sense.
Once people fight, hostility always lingers.
Some would rather die than bow to a former enemy. Pride like that is hard to break.
”She may wish to avoid bloodshed,” Kispe continued, “but it’s best to make her understand properly before welcoming her in—so she doesn’t rebel later.”
”To keep her from getting a big head, huh?”
”Yes,” Kispe said, narrowing her eyes and giving him a sidelong glance.
That look carried a strange glimmer of meaning.
Klock frowned back at her.
Then she leaned in, closing the distance between them. Her breath brushed his ear.
”It’s easier to ask for s favors once you’ve conquered and ruled someone, you know?”
”…What?”
”Hey!”
Primlena’s sharp voice cut through, stepping between them. Her irritation was plain as day.
Kispe didn’t even flinch, standing close beside Klock as if she belonged there.
Suzette cleared her throat, glaring at both of them.
”So what you’re really saying,” Klock muttered, “is that beating her first keeps things from getting messy later.”
”Hehe♡ Exactly. And trust me, she’s the type who’ll get full of herself otherwise.”
The demon covered her mouth with delicate fingers, chuckling softly.
Succubi couldn’t resist teasing others—it was in their nature.
Klock decided to take it as a joke and let it slide.
Still, could he really imagine that wild vampire bowing her head to him?
Not easily.
Trying to win her over without breaking her first would be dangerous.
They say the best victory is one without bloodshed.
If they could make an enemy switch sides, that would be ideal.
But such victories often turned into trouble later.
When you let a powerful enemy join your ranks unbound, they gained influence.
Soon, they’d form their own faction—and your unity would crumble.
Bringing Viola in would be like accepting Kispe without her slave mark.
A terrifying thought.
If she betrayed them again, she’d probably take his head—and Primlena’s—with her.
Without restraints, Viola was a risk they couldn’t afford.
In Cianie’s memories, Viola had been a gentle flower, dreaming of the future.
That image needed to die.
It was only a dream of what could have been.
The real Viola was an enemy now—fifteen years gone, part of another race and another world.
She would have to be defeated.
”For the Moon Court, our goal stays the same,” Klock said. “We’ll push for their surrender.”
It was the same plan as before.
He’d hoped things might change now that Kispe was with them, but expecting easy answers was pointless.
Still, a faint feeling of regret lingered.
Maybe it was the knife at his side—Cianie’s old weapon.
In her former life, she’d cherished her time with Viola and Rugandia.
Maybe she’d just wanted a normal childhood with friends her own age.
”Master,” Kispe said suddenly. “We succubi have surrendered, but the Council of the United Kingdoms—Gasthira—does not know of it.”
”Huh? Oh.”
”If we use that fact wisely, it could work to our advantage.”
Maybe so, but he wasn’t sure how much good that would actually do.
He raised one eyebrow, thinking it over.
”If we act now, our betrayal will be discovered soon,” Kispe said. “We can only make use of this position for a short time—perhaps a few people, for a limited window.”
”Right. Move too fast and they’ll notice. Wait too long, and they’ll notice anyway,” Klock replied.
”Exactly. We were the eastern vanguard. If we suddenly vanish, Mr. Bandanzine will realize at once.”
”Of course. You kept regular contact with the troops behind you, didn’t you? How long until they find out?”
”At most a week,” she said. “After that, we should assume they know. They have their own network for gathering information. Within ten days, word will reach the other divisions.”
”Yeah, best to assume that.”
Using succubi for intelligence work didn’t seem worth it after all.
”A week’s not much time,” Klock sighed. “Just to ask—could you walk right into enemy lines to investigate? Wouldn’t that look suspicious?”
”It would,” Kispe admitted. “If demonkin troops saw us, they’d arrest us for violating military law. Neither side really welcomes succubi too close.”
Made sense. Bandanzine was right not to trust her.
Even if he ignored Kispe’s personality, letting succubi mingle with troops would rot morale fast.
”I see. For now, I’ve got no good plan,” Klock said.
”Then,” Kispe said, raising a finger delicately, “may I make a proposal?”
”What is it?”
”Why not sow dissent within the Beast Demon Tribe?”
”Dissent?” Klock blinked.
Not a word he expected to hear today.
”You have ties to them?” Primlena cut in. “I’ve never heard of any friendship between succubi and the Beast Demon Tribe.”
”If you try to approach them, you’ll only expose your betrayal faster,” Suzette added.
”Not quite,” Kispe said with a sly smile. “I’m acquainted with Nympha of the Lamia—serpent demons within the Beast Demon Tribe.”
The Beast Demon Tribe was a broad term, like beastkin—covering everything from minotaurs to centaurs, even snakefolk apparently.
”She and I get along well. I could approach her. Since our defection isn’t known yet, visiting their camp wouldn’t raise spears. I could meet her openly, and if things go well, there’s a strong chance of success.”
”And what makes you think that?” Klock asked. “She’s not exactly an old friend, is she?”
”She’s very ambitious,” Kispe said. “She’s always hated her commander—Nobdovef, the horse-man leading their troops.”
”I see. So you want to back Nympha and split the Beast Demon Tribe?”
”In an ideal case,” Kispe said sweetly, “we’d replace their leader entirely.”
That was… brutal.
She meant to help Nympha rebel and overthrow Nobdovef.
If things had gone differently with Crimson Spire, maybe someone in his own ranks would’ve done the same to him.
Kispe might not be a genius, but with her wicked talent, she could achieve the results of one. It was lucky he’d bound her early.
”Didn’t think I’d hear that from you,” Primlena said sharply. “No guilt about betraying your old comrades?”
”I think of my friends as friends,” Kispe replied calmly. “But I never saw the rest of the Demon Lord’s Army as allies. You, Ms. Primlena, know full well we were rivals. Now I’ll simply use them to prove my worth.”
”Your worth?”
”If I change masters, I must earn trust,” Kispe said lightly. “A trophy helps. And if I prove useless, the Hero might change her mind about forgiving me.”
Primlena fell silent.
Maybe she realized Kispe wasn’t wrong.
Even Klock couldn’t deny the chance that Cianie might reconsider someday.
It had been his idea to ask for Kispe’s pardon.
Cianie agreed in the heat of the moment, but feelings could shift with time.
Cianie once drew Suzette in and killed Alice.
He held no anger about that—they acted to protect him.
But it had taught him a lesson: neglect communication, and you risk losing everything.
Everyone acts according to their own beliefs. He’d need to stay mindful of that.
”All right,” Klock said. “Contacting this Nympha in secret is fine—but if we’re going that far, I’d rather speak with Nobdovef too.”
”If you plan to reach out to her, meeting him would be unwise,” Kispe warned.
”Maybe. But you talk to Nympha, I’ll talk to Nobdovef.”
Even saying it out loud made him tense.
Their camp was enemy ground, after all.
He’d be walking into danger—death wouldn’t be a surprise.
”It’s the same thing,” Kispe insisted. “If we play both sides, they’ll sense the deceit, and everything will fall apart.”
She meant that helping Nympha while talking to her commander would destroy any trust.
She wasn’t wrong—but still…
”I don’t mean to befriend him,” Klock said. “I just want to negotiate a truce with the Beast Demon Tribe as a whole. Not that I’ve decided yet.”
The Beast Demon Tribe stationed before Conro was a problem.
With them pressing their rear, Brigante couldn’t relax.
But they weren’t the main enemy either.
If they could avoid fighting, that’d be enough.
Even a simple ceasefire would help.
”If the Beast Demon Tribe halts their advance, that would be best,” Suzette said. “They’re moving north through the Outer Wall Corridor, facing Conro. Having enemies in front, behind, and above us is dangerous.”
Klock nodded. The situation wasn’t good.
A battle had likely already begun near Conro, but they had little information.
On the map, it looked grim.
They didn’t even know the full strength of their allies—too soon to call it a losing fight, but still uneasy.
”And we can’t forget Viola attacking from the air,” he added. “Enemies from the front, the rear, and the sky. Stormhorn saved us last time.”
”True,” Suzette said. “We can’t speak with Stormhorn, but it clearly helped defend us. Whether it will again, we can’t say.”
Stormhorn’s storm had torn vampires from the sky,
but it couldn’t stop their rampage on the ground.
And who knew if it would intervene a second time? They couldn’t count it as a stable ally.
”Then for now,” Suzette summarized, “during this waiting period, we’ll focus on resupplying food, reconnaissance, and… approaching the Lamia, as well as possible truce talks with the Beast Demon Tribe. Is that correct?”
”…Yeah,” Klock said. “When gathering food, prioritize things we can boil—safer that way. Too many people camping close together; we can’t risk sickness. The ceasefire—I’ll think it over. As for the Lamia thing… hmm.”
Suzette’s tidy summary met his uncertain reply.
He did want that truce—but it wouldn’t be simple.
They didn’t have much to bargain with—but the fact that they’d defeated Kispe and that Cianie was powerful might be enough to make the other side think twice.
Still, there was every chance they’d just cut him down before he could even speak.
If they were going to attempt contact with the Lamia, it had to happen before negotiating with Nobdovef.
But honestly, he wasn’t enthusiastic about it. The whole thing felt too risky, too uncertain.
”Kispe,” Klock said, “I’ve got a question.”
”Yes, Master?”
”It’s one thing to ask someone to join us. But in our current situation, would anyone actually say yes?”
He narrowed his eyes.
Kispe only smiled gently in return.
”Rebellion’s full of risk,” he continued. “Even if that Lamia’s ambitious, she’s not dumb. She won’t move without careful planning. If we suddenly approach her now, she’ll just think we’re desperate—trying to use her to save ourselves.”
”That may be true,” she said smoothly.
Her calm smile didn’t waver, and that, more than anything, unsettled him.
Men often said they couldn’t understand women—but after meeting Kispe, Klock thought they’d realize how easy most women actually were to read.
”And yet you still think it’ll work?”
”Yes,” she said confidently. “I wouldn’t have proposed it otherwise. If it fails, I’ll be the one in danger.”
She wasn’t wrong.
Kispe had only just surrendered, and she still bore a slave mark.
They’d spared her life, but everyone was on edge around her.
If her suggestion made things worse for Brigante, her position would crumble instantly.
”Kispe,” Klock said, “you said you’d gotten close to the Lamia recently. Don’t tell me you were already laying the groundwork back then?”
”…Oh my.”
Her eyes widened slightly.
That was all the confirmation he needed.
What a cunning woman. He let out a quiet sigh.
”The war’s only just started to turn in humanity’s favor. The Demon Lord’s Army still has the upper hand. There’s no reason for the Lamia to side with us yet. The only way this works is if she’s already been secretly talking to you.”
Kispe raised a hand to her mouth and giggled softly.
Of course. She’d probably been whispering promises for a while now—hinting that she could help Nympha rise up, maybe even promising her independence.
Maybe she’d always intended to fold the Beast Demon Tribe into her own influence.
Primlena shot to her feet, irritation flashing in her golden eyes.
”Kispe,” she snapped. “You pretend to offer help, but this was planned from the start! You’re deceiving us!”
”I don’t know what you mean,” Kispe replied sweetly. “I only wish to do my best—to persuade the Lamia for the Hero’s sake, and my new Master’s…♡”
The Succubus Princess feigned innocence, while the mermaid princess frowned, her finned tail flicking in annoyance.
A siren’s song and a succubus’s charm—both said to ensnare men. And now, they were turning on each other.
A peaceful alliance between those two seemed a distant dream.
”Fine,” Klock said. “Kispe—you handle Nympha. If you succeed, I’ll see that you’re properly rewarded.”
”What?!” Primlena barked.
”My, how fair of you, Master,” Kispe said, her voice dripping with delight. “I’m so happy you’re such an understanding man♡”
Primlena glared daggers at him. Klock raised a hand to calm her down.
He couldn’t blame her anger.
She already had a rough relationship with the Hero, and Kispe’s methods probably felt like cheap flattery to her.
Kispe might have sworn loyalty, but no one truly trusted her yet.
Letting her act was partly a test—to see what she would do and whether she could actually be relied upon.
”She’s trying to trick you—” Primlena began.
”Hey, using what you already have isn’t a bad thing,” Klock interrupted. “You brought offerings when you joined us, didn’t you?”
”That’s not the same—”
”Doesn’t matter. It’s still a gift, right? You’re on our side now, and she’s trying to be useful. That’s all that matters.”
He brushed off the argument, and Primlena reluctantly backed down.
He felt a little bad—but he needed her to swallow it for now.
”Hehe♡ I’ll do my very best, Master,” Kispe said brightly.
Behind her, the orange-haired mermaid glowered openly, while the succubus looked almost amused by it all.
Even under Primlena’s piercing gaze, Kispe stayed perfectly composed, as if she owned the room.
That was the difference between them.
She might technically be the lowest-ranking one here, but she carried herself like a queen.
Was that charisma—or just the aura of a born ruler?
”Alright,” Klock said finally. “That’s enough for today. We’ll watch how things unfold.”
The mood had soured, so he decided to end the meeting before it got worse.
They still had plenty of issues to deal with, but the main war with the Demon Lord’s Army was waiting on orders from Orrid anyway. There was no need to decide everything now.
Primlena didn’t look happy, but he let it slide.
Flavia, who’d been quiet the whole time, just wore a complicated expression.
Their eyes, like everyone else’s, lingered on the Succubus Princess.
Even Suzette—and Meina, usually unflappable—couldn’t quite look at her straight. That said everything about how wary they were of Kispe.
Suzette would be fine. Primlena, though—she was definitely pissed.
Maybe it looked like he was playing favorites.
After all, Kispe had been their enemy until yesterday.
Now she had a chance to earn merit while Primlena didn’t. That couldn’t feel good.
Primlena hadn’t been given much of a role yet.
Flavia was in the same boat—just a guest in servant clothes for now.
Even if they accomplished something, it’s not like he could hand out land or titles.
But to earn Cianie’s favor—to prove themselves useful—that was what they both wanted most.
The problem with Primlena was…
She looked too much like a mermaid to send out in public. He couldn’t make her a squad leader or anything.
Maybe he could find her another task later.
Something big enough to impress the Hero. But until the next battle, she’d have to wait.
For now, he’d just keep that in mind and call it a day.
Of course, he couldn’t forget about Flavia either.
She didn’t complain much, but that only made her harder to read. Who knew when quiet resentment might surface?
And Suzette—she wouldn’t say it outright, but she kept score.
Whenever he spent too much time with another woman, she’d notice. If her patience hit the limit, she’d sulk and stop talking to him altogether.
Meina too—ignore her for too long and she’d pout.
And above all, he had to be mindful of Cianie herself…
Ugh. What a hassle.
People management really was the worst part of leadership.
Once a group grew large enough to start clashing, it stopped being fun real fast.
Keeping it together—that was the real test of a leader.
A team’s success depends on its relationships.
And how smooth those relationships run depends entirely on the leader’s hand.
In other words, the time had come to prove whether Klock truly had the qualities of a leader of Brigante.
If he failed, cracks would form—and the whole thing could collapse.
…Suddenly, he felt uneasy.
Please, no fights. Not now.
Notes:
• Cianie – A noble girl with a fluffy white and light blue dress, indicating her high status. She has a hesitant and flustered personality but is kind and courteous. Her relationship with Klock begins as an accidental encounter and develops into a romantic interest. She has a fiancé but expresses feelings for Klock, complicating their relationship.
• Elna – Female. A young apprentice mage. Her appearance is that of a child with white hair reaching her shoulders. She wears a black hooded mantle with strange patterns. Her relationship is as an apprentice to Hermine, the Great Mage. Her power involves advanced magic, including spatial teleportation. Her combat style is magical, and she is described as childish and easily provoked.
• Primlena – Orange-haired merfolk priestess, fierce yet elegant | First v8c3 | Sister of Sea General Primjune, subordinate to Primrity | Once captured and violated by Klock, now obsessed with reclaiming honor | Commands Obsidian Riders on giant fish, fights with trident | Seeks to drag Klock to Seabed Temple for marriage trial or execution | Unique note: revenge-driven siren bride who masks fury under ritual grace
• Meina – She is a golden-haired catgirl employee of the beastman (Larana the cat woman) Inn, appeared performing fellatio, desperate and tear-streaked, with an inexperienced yet earnest approach to her work.
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
• Flavia – Younger Forestkin princess (132). Gentle yet resolute. Sent by Queen Isabella as marriage pledge to Klock, the Chain Binder, symbolizing the Void’s loyalty to the Goddess Teekua.
• Alice – Rabbitkin adventurer; appears at the same Barreith gathering, playful and mischievous, interacts with Klock, part of recruited volunteers
• Sylvia – The hero who accuses Klock of abandoning her in her past life. She was reborn as Anna after dying in a fire and holds a grudge against Klock.
• Rugandia – Human maid from Sand Village appearing before Croce Estate’s fire, assigned by Sylvia’s father as her loyal, diligent servant.
• Gasthira – United Kingdom of Gasthira. Demonkin-led absolute monarchy; has a parliamentary system this generation; treats humans as enemies; suffers from poor working conditions.
• Bandanzine – They are one of the Four Heavenly Kings, appeared as a warrior with a dignified gaze, known for their frontline combat prowess.
• Nobdovef – An elder leader of the beast tribes mentioned as failing to coordinate with Viola’s forces during the Orrid raid. No personal ties shown. Unreliable commander.
• Orrid – Southern pleasure town near Conro, known for its chaos and vice. Serves as Brigante’s next destination and Count Grasso’s sphere of influence. Rumored den of spies and mercenaries.
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