Volume 4 Chapter 105 Curse You, Captain Pecker!
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
From a separate pier, the remaining members of the Lightning Knights¹ and soldiers from the guard appeared, heading toward the docks.
Kian, accompanied by Priscilla and Homolka, returned to where Guria stood. She had climbed onto a wooden crate on the pier, her voice strained as she shouted to the gathering crowd.
The early afternoon sun glared off the white sand. Even though it was January, the air was as stifling as a pressure cooker. Guria’s fury echoed on the salt-heavy wind.
”Tiegel! Your daughter can never have children! Do you understand?! Do you know whose fault that is? It’s Mansoor! That Azrael dog is still breathing because Rita failed to finish the job! You want to surrender? You want to bow your head to the man who tore the legs and the womb from your own flesh and blood?”
”I… no, I…” Tiegel stammered.
In the center of the crowd, a middle-aged Tiger Beastman² – his fingers weighed down by a clattering mess of gold and jewel-encrusted rings – looked around restlessly. Most of the island’s influential figures near him were in tears, mourning children who had sailed for Cyclops Island and never returned.
Tiegel, sensing the lethal tension in the air, let his voice trail off.
”I wasn’t suggesting we simply give up, Princess,” Tiegel said, his voice losing its steam. “But if this war continues, Crete’s economy will face an irreparable collapse. I only meant we should find a point to end the fighting – some way to settle this that favors Crete.”
”Death to the Azrael who mutilated my girl!” a woman screamed, her face contorted with a rage that looked almost demonic.
Several people joined her, thrusting their fists into the air. Tiegel looked down, visibly shaken, and stepped back into the safety of the crowd.
”But Princess, let’s talk reality,” Michelangelo said, stepping forward. As the Head of the Merchant Guild and an acquaintance of Kian’s, he had lost dozens of friends and subordinates to the warrior monks³. “If I could, I’d see Azrael wiped from the earth. But look at the damage we’ve already taken.”
”We will confirm the full extent of our losses once Circe is resurrected, Michelangelo,” Guria replied.
”I… I see,” Michelangelo said.
”I’ve sent for Medea. When she arrives, she will bring Circe back, and we will hold a full report in the strategy room at the palace. Tiegel, Michelangelo, the rest of you – I expect you all to be there.”
”Of course, Princess Guria Selda,” Tiegel muttered.
”It is a dark hour for us. I shall attend,” Michelangelo added.
Guria gave a sharp, single nod. “My brother Scipio’s legion was decimated, but General Balinars’s fleet is likely still intact. They were patrolling near Grass Island.”
”Is that true? We heard there was a battle there as well,” someone called from the crowd.
”We were victorious at Grass Island. The enemy was wiped out,” Guria declared.
”Then where is the General?” Michelangelo asked, craning his neck toward Talia and Isthbaran as they approached. “Is he safe?”
”We are going to confirm that now, but I am certain he is. When Balinars returns, we will have an untouched fleet back on the front lines! We will use that strength to crush Azrael!”
The claim was a desperate one, but Guria’s conviction seemed to anchor the crowd’s wavering spirits. Seeing Priscilla and Homolka nearby, the nobles seemed to decide that further public debate was unwise. They began to disperse, heading toward the palace.
”Princess, please make the General’s priority,” Tiegel urged.
”I know, Tiegel,” Guria snapped.
”I beg of you. Lady Priscilla, Cardinal Homolka, it has been too long,” Tiegel said, offering a quick bow.
”Indeed, Lord Tiegel,” Priscilla replied.
”Hey, Tiegel. It’s been rough, hasn’t it?” Homolka added.
Kian moved to Guria’s side and gave her sleeve a sharp tug. Guria held back Eugenia and Shark, signaling them to stay, and slipped away toward the sandy beach with Kian. Talia and Isthbaran were waiting for them there.
Talia looked her usual self in a white blouse and indigo skirt, but Isthbaran was clad in his full ‘Silver Ice’⁴ armor. He had removed his mask, wearing sunglasses instead.
”Kian, Talia. There is a meeting soon. Attend it,” Guria said. “I’ll tell the others that Asterios is just resting.”
”That’s fine by me, nmo,” Kian said.
”Princess, Kian aside, I must return to Grass Island with the General,” Talia said, her voice cautious.
”Why?” Guria asked, her brow furrowing.
”It is difficult to explain quickly. I’d like to lay out our reasoning, if you can spare a moment.”
”Sure… but did something happen?”
”Lady Guria Selda, there is a high probability that Balinars has betrayed us,” Isthbaran interjected.
”What? Uncle Isthbaran, what are you saying?” Guria gasped.
”Isthbaran, since when did you become ‘Uncle’, nmo?” Kian asked.
”Recently,” Isthbaran replied shortly. “Last night, a Shidarkan detachment raided Grass Island. Talia’s familiar and I destroyed them, but their ships were wrong.”
”Wrong how?” Guria asked.
”There were no signs they had been in combat before they reached us,” Isthbaran explained, looking down at her. “There were repair marks, yes, but they were old. If Balinars was patrolling those waters, those ships should have been riddled with holes before they ever saw us.”
”So what? Maybe he just missed them! The ocean is massive!”
”A sorcerer of his caliber does not ‘miss’ an entire fleet, Princess. He has led Crete’s coastal defense for years. Was he ever this incompetent before?”
”He… he was just in a bad state! He’d been fighting with Scipio, he was demoted… he wasn’t himself!”
”Public humiliation is a powerful motive for treason,” Isthbaran noted.
”Stop it! Just stop!” Guria rounded on him, her eyes flashing. “He is family. He is a member of the Crete bloodline. He’s been our comrade for years. I will not hear another word about him being a traitor.”
”Forgive an outsider’s bluntness,” Isthbaran said. He knelt to meet her eyes, removing his sunglasses. “You are right to want to believe in your kin. But these old bones have been stabbed in the back by ‘trusted’ allies more times than I can count.”
”That’s because you’re a mercenary,” Guria spat. “You work for gold, not loyalty.”
Isthbaran’s face, etched with deep lines, tightened. He shook his head in a heavy silence.
”Oh…” Guria whispered, her voice softening.
”I have seen men of the same blood slaughter one another for far less than a demotion,” Isthbaran said quietly. “Chalk it up to the ramblings of a paranoid old man. My apologies.”
”No… it’s okay,” Guria replied.
”Princess, please keep believing in him. It is enough for us ‘outsiders’ to hold the suspicion,” Talia added.
”I will. Balinars will lead his fleet home, and we will rebuild,” Guria insisted. “Now, as for the meeting… Talia, why don’t you want to go?”
”I don’t wish to cause unnecessary tension. Kian is perceived differently than I am.”
”What does that mean?” Kian asked.
Talia turned her icy gaze toward him, her voice tinged with a sharp edge of jealousy only he could hear. “You – with your looks and that ‘foreign prince’ aura you project – can play the part of the hero helping a princess in her hour of need. I cannot.”
”I don’t get it, nmo,” Kian said.
”She’s calling you a lady-killer, Kian,” Guria said with a small sigh.
”I don’t get it at all. I don’t think there’s a man more sincere toward women than me, nmo,” Kian muttered.
In truth, Kian worked this hard so his future family would never want for anything. He wanted to provide enough wealth for every woman in his life to live as they pleased. Compared to the useless man he was a year ago, he felt a surge of pride in his current drive.
”Well, I think Talia is a great person. And you too, Uncle,” Guria said.
”Don’t be so quick to trust, Princess. I am a loyal witch, and my only priority is Kian.”
”Anyway, is this meeting happening now, nmo?” Kian asked.
Guria looked at him like he was slow. “Obviously! Get moving!”
”I’m going, nmo,” Kian said.
”I can’t wait for Balinars. The moment Circe is back, we begin. I’m going to tell my father.”
”My Lord,” Talia asked, “are you really going in that?”
”Yeah, I guess a single strip of black cloth is a bit much. It’s pretty much soaked in the blood of those warrior monks.”
Kian muttered to himself, pinching the fabric of his new clothes. Talia knitted her brow in clear disapproval.
”It’s only natural,” Talia said. “It is unacceptable for our ‘King’ to step out looking so bedraggled. Princess, I require a moment to get Kian changed.”
”Right. I need to redo my makeup, too,” Guria added. “This armor is covered in mud and soot.”
Guria looked toward the girls waiting on the paved concrete road.
”Once you’ve changed, come quickly,” Guria called out. “I think Circe can revive Medea the moment she arrives, so no dawdling! I’m going to go fix my own appearance in a hurry!”
”Got it,” Kian grunted, his voice still heavy and flat from his recent transformation.
”The meeting might run long, so eat a biscuit or something light first! See you later, Kian!” Guria said, planting a kiss on his cheek before waving vigorously and heading back toward the young knights.
”Don’t just stand there leering at her,” Isthbaran grumbled. “Get behind those ferns, quickly.”
”I wasn’t leering,” Kian muttered.
”What about the clothes?” the General asked. “Talia, can you manifest a duplicate?”
”Yes, General. It won’t be a problem,” Talia replied.
Isthbaran adjusted his sunglasses and turned to Kian. “If a duplicate isn’t to your liking, I can make a quick run and scout out something more suitable.”
”No, it’s fine. I was a pauper to begin with,” Kian said. “As long as the magic doesn’t wear off and leave me naked halfway through, I don’t care what I’m wearing.”
”Honestly, that mindset is unacceptable,” Talia sighed. “You really are a handful.”
”I’ll go boil some water,” the General said. “Talia, while Sir Kian is bathing, see if you can commission some food from the bazaar.”
”Understood,” Talia said.
And so, Kian was practically dragged into a bath and forced into a new set of clothes. He had requested the white formal regalia⁵-loose and comfortable-that Rou had picked out for him before, but Talia flatly rejected it. Her reasoning was that wearing the colors of their enemy, Azrael⁶, would create a terrible impression. It was a logical point, so Kian stayed silent.
So, am I going to end up in some gaudy, frilly outfit like a dandy? Kian thought gloomily. But to his surprise, Talia produced a high-quality black ensemble that fit his frame perfectly. The silhouette was sleek; the jacket featured sharp, structured shoulders that tapered down to the waist in a sharp V-line. The trousers were a matching black, paired with leather boots that reached his knees.
Decorations were minimal: dull iron buttons embossed with rose patterns and a matching pewter rose pin on his right shoulder. Kian had always associated black with being “plain,” but this was an elegant, beautiful set of regalia that shattered that perception.
”The formal wear of the Empire of Night⁷ is more refined than any modern nation’s. Don’t you agree?” Talia asked. She spoke as she groomed Kian’s eyebrows, her breath warm against his skin. Her proximity was undeniably erotic, but Kian felt a nagging discomfort at being fussed over like a doll.
”Eyebrows are done. Now, let’s sharpen those eyelines,” Talia said.
”Are you out of your mind? I’m a man!” Kian barked in surprise. He had long since reverted to his human state, but the fussing made him feel vulnerable.
”Even the men among the Western nobility wear powder, you know,” Isthbaran remarked.
”That’s ridiculous. I’m nothing like those pale-skinned aristocrats,” Kian snapped.
”I’m skipping the powder because it doesn’t suit you,” Talia countered. “We’re going to define your eyes and slick your hair back. We’re going for a wilder look.”
”Is that just your personal taste?” Kian asked.
”Oh? Is there a problem with that, General?” Talia asked, her tone confrontational. Isthbaran simply shrugged.
”I’m not a dress-up doll, for crying out loud,” Kian muttered.
”Will you be carrying a sword?” the General asked.
”Of course not,” Kian replied. “I don’t understand politics; I’m just going to stay quiet so I don’t stand out or get targeted.”
The old general, leaning against a palm tree, took a bite of an apple. His expression turned grave. “What if Balinars attacks Grass Island? Are we cleared to kill him?”
”No. Take him alive if possible. We need to involve the Thunderbolt Knights⁸ garrison and get them to testify that Balinars initiated a coup. Whatever you do, don’t let it look like the Kian Merchant Guild⁹ attacked him without provocation,” Kian commanded.
”Good grief. My Lord is quite demanding of an old man. I’ll die of overwork at this rate,” Isthbaran said.
”If you’re short-handed, hire some mercenaries after the war,” Kian suggested. “Though I suppose our reserves would vanish in a heartbeat thanks to the labor costs.”
”Well, the easiest solution would be for you to increase your number of blood-thralls¹⁰,” Talia said. “There. Done. You look handsome.”
Talia leaned in and kissed Kian’s lips, lingering where Guria had kissed his cheek. He could feel the wetness of her saliva, and he was hit with an inescapable, lewd sensation. Conscious of Isthbaran’s presence, Kian suppressed his reaction and stood up. He caught the fresh apple the General tossed his way and stepped out onto the sandy beach.
”I’m heading out. I don’t know how many days the meeting will last, so don’t worry about picking me up,” Kian said.
”Yes, I understand,” Talia said. “The meeting will likely ‘keep dancing’ until General Balinars returns, at the very least.”
”That’s a dark omen,” Kian remarked.
”It’s not an omen. It’s a political forecast,” Talia replied. She turned away, heading back toward the landing. Isthbaran gave a shallow bow and followed her, leaving the beach.
* * *
From the harbor, the Palace of Crete lay to the southwest. Kian walked through the eerily deserted bazaar. Even the beautiful road overlooking the sea was desolate, save for a few dairy vendors. Considering the influx of refugees from Grass Island, the streets should have been teeming with life. Instead, the city felt as though its vital spark had been extinguished. Under the stark, unclouded blue of the sky, the world felt surreal-like a painting rendered in flat, primary colors.
Thousands of people vanished in a single night, Kian thought. Most of the merchants have turned tail and fled. At this rate, even if we defeat the Gensou army, Crete is on a path of irreversible decline.
If that were the case, Kian’s original goal of doing business here was in jeopardy. He needed to seriously reconsider the future of his sugarcane venture. He wondered if he should write to Rufna during the meeting’s recess.
”Lord Kian!” a voice called out.
As he approached the square where the Guild headquarters stood, Kian finally encountered a crowd. He spotted Eugenia and the other girls from the Thunderbolt Knights waiting in the plaza.
”Good work, everyone!” Eugenia said, her tone formal. “Um… did you come all this way without any guards?”
”Yeah. My people are all tied up with other tasks,” Kian said.
”Oh wow, what a stunning outfit!” one of the girl knights whispered. Another girl stared at Kian’s groomed face, her own face turning beet-red.
Since his vampirization¹¹ had progressed, Kian was unconsciously emitting pheromones that lured the opposite s*x, yet these girls seemed strangely carefree despite the national crisis. Foolish sheep, Kian thought.
”Honestly, everyone! We didn’t come here to go husband hunting!” Eugenia scolded.
”W-we know, Eugenia!” the girls chirped.
”Lord Kian, we’re here to escort you! We have a carriage waiting, so please, won’t you join us?” Eugenia asked.
”Thank you. But the Palace is right there,” Kian said.
”Oh, stop! If we let Lord Kian walk, we’ll be the ones getting scolded,” a girl said, clinging to his arm. She made a point of pressing her chest against him, but Kian maintained a gentlemanly facade. His gaze was sharper than intended; he noticed several girls catch their breath when he looked at them.
He climbed into the lavish carriage. Inside, he asked Eugenia to brief him on the situation.
According to her, Balinars and his men were alive, swept south by an unexpected current. They were returning cautiously to avoid Azrael’s fleet. It was a suspicious report, riddled with holes. Furthermore, the Gensou army had occupied Cyclops Island, dispatching their main fleet. The elite Nile troops and the sorcerer corps were intact. Shockingly, the number of sorcerers was estimated to be well over two thousand.
”We’ve been wondering what’s going to happen to us,” the girl sitting to Kian’s right murmured.
”Won’t we just surrender?” another asked.
”What? But the Princess said she’s going to fight,” a third replied.
”Surely Lady Medea will put a stop to that,” someone added.
”What do you plan to do, Lord Kian desuno?” Eugenia asked, her face tight with tension. She knew Guria was serious about the war; she likely feared that without Kian’s intervention, they were headed for a total, suicidal defeat.
”Invasion without cause is not something that can be permitted. For the sake of justice, I intend to come to the aid of Princess Guria-selda.”
”Are you… are you truly serious, Your Grace~desuno!?”
”I am. But as everyone has been saying, we must first address the debate of whether Crete¹² will actually stand against Gensou. The witch of Châtillon claimed Crete would fight even if they surrendered, but how much can we really trust her? As for Lady Medea and King Minos, I suspect they are considering an immediate peace, depending on the terms. In that case, even if I wanted to help, my hands would be tied-I would have no choice but to quietly withdraw from this country.”
”……”
”……”
The girls traded glances, the silence heavy between them. Kian kept his gentle smile plastered on as he stared intently at Eugenia.
”Even if they surrender… will Crete be allowed to survive, Your Grace~desuno…?”
”In principle, Azraelism¹³ does not force conversion to Azraelism. However, the more radical factions will resort to… forceful methods. I don’t know which side Gensou falls on, but they will likely use conciliatory means to absorb Crete. If you pay more in taxes than the Azraelites, they might protect your religion, culture, and dignity. Of course, I cannot say what the world will look like fifty or a hundred years from now. By then, the blood of Crete and the Nile will have likely mingled until they are one.”
”In fifty years, we’ll be grandmas,” one girl whispered.
”In a hundred years, we’ll be dead,” another added.
”It all feels so far away…”
”It is so complicated~desuno. What on earth am I supposed to do…?” Eugenia asked quietly.
”There is nothing we can do,” a girl replied. “Is it not all down to what Lady Medea and King Minos decide?”
At the girl’s reply, Eugenia fell silent, her expression darkening as she turned away.
* * *
We stepped off the carriage just inside the castle gates.
Priscilla and Homolka were waiting there, flanked by Homolka’s guards, ‘Burier of the Cursed’ and ‘Sick Cat.’ During the day, ‘Sick Cat’ had been preoccupied with her nails, but after catching a glimpse of Kian, her eyes went wide in a blatant double-take.
From that moment on, she did not look away for a second, her cheeks flushing a deep, radiant pink. It was hard to tell for sure in the fading sunset, but the scent of heat was wafting off her. She was, without a doubt, aiming her raw s*x drive right at him.
Kian was still in a serious frame of mind following the conversation in the carriage, so he ignored ‘Sick Cat’ and moved quickly to greet Priscilla and Homolka.
”Lord Kian, the Augusto-Cardinal¹⁴ intends to fight,” Homolka said without preamble.
Kian’s eyes widened. “Are you serious?”
”Yes,” Homolka replied. “We are joining the fray as well.”
”What brought this on so suddenly?” Kian asked.
”Who can say,” Homolka muttered.
I started walking alongside Homolka. When Priscilla pulled up to walk on my other side, I felt a wave of sheer, jagged murderous intent radiating from ‘Sick Cat’ behind us. I couldn’t help but notice it, but as soon as she realized I had reacted, she pulled the killing intent back. I had no idea why I was caught in this bizarre psychological tug-of-war with Homolka’s guard.
”He has always been the type to burn for justice,” Homolka said, lowering his voice. “I shouldn’t say this too loud, but perhaps he has realized his time is almost up. He might be thinking he wants to follow his heart one last time before the end.”
”That is a grim way to look at it,” Kian remarked.
”My apologies. Forget I said anything,” Homolka said.
”Perhaps the Augusto-Cardinal mellowed out after meeting his daughter?” Priscilla suggested. Her voice was unreadable as she kept her eyes fixed on Eugenia’s ponytail as the girl walked ahead of us in the sunset. “That is just how fathers are, I guess.”
”I wonder if I, too, will stop caring about worldly things when my time gets close,” Homolka mused. “My son has grown into a fine man, and I have climbed as high as I can possibly go…”
”Cardinal Homolka, please, stop,” Kian snapped.
He was driven by an emotion he didn’t quite understand himself. Eugenia glanced back at the sound of his voice, and Homolka gave a slightly bewildered laugh.
”Now, now, I don’t plan on dying quite yet,” Homolka said.
”No… I am sorry for raising my voice so suddenly,” Kian replied.
”We should probably drop this topic,” Priscilla murmured somberly.
He is not particularly skilled at political talk, but that was clearly the direction the conversation needed to go. As Kian was racking his brain for a way to restart the discussion, a sharp, high-pitched sound-like a ceramic plate being smashed against stone-suddenly rang out from the outdoor salon overlooking the town.
”CURSE YOU, PHANTOM THIEF PECKER-MAN!!”
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Summary:
Guria rallies the people of Crete with a fiery speech blaming Azrael for their losses. Privately, Isthbaran warns her that General Balinars may have betrayed them by letting enemy ships pass through his blockade. Guria refuses to believe her kin would turn, despite Isthbaran’s warnings about the history of civil strife in his own past.
Kian is groomed and dressed by Talia into an elegant black regalia from the ‘Empire of Night’ before heading to a high-stakes political meeting at the Palace. As he walks through the capital, he observes the eerie desolation and economic decay of Crete following the sudden disappearance of thousands. He is eventually intercepted by a group of female knights who escort him by carriage, revealing grave news about the massive scale of the approaching Gensou army.
Kian discusses the geopolitical future of Crete with Eugenia, highlighting the grim reality of cultural assimilation and war. Upon arriving at the castle, he encounters Homolka and Priscilla, learning that the Augusto-Cardinal has decided to fight despite his impending mortality. The serious atmosphere is shattered by a sudden, absurd scream regarding a ‘Phantom Thief’.
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Trivia:
- Tiegel’s daughter was specifically sterilized (womb removed).
- Circe is currently dead or incapacitated and needs resurrection.
- Kian is wearing basically just a strip of blood-soaked cloth.
- Isthbaran’s ‘Silver Ice’ armor might be a replica made by Talia.
- Talia is jealous of the ‘hero/princess’ dynamic between Kian and Guria.
- Kian was previously in a bull/cow form.
- Talia rejected the white suit to avoid association with the hostile Azrael faction.
- Kian’s vampire pheromones are active and affecting the girls around him.
- The city’s stores are closed and merchants have fled, signaling an economic crisis.
- Balinars is claiming to be swept away by currents, but Kian finds the report suspicious.
- The enemy sorcerer corps exceeds two thousand members.
- Kian’s smile is described as ‘plastered on’, suggesting his emotional detachment.
- The guards ‘Burier of the Cursed’ and ‘Sick Cat’ have unique, ominous epithets.
- Sick Cat’s attraction to Kian is described with biological/animalistic terminology (estrus).
- Homolka’s son is mentioned as a factor in his current peaceful state of mind.
- The ‘Pecker-Man’ outburst is a massive tonal shift from the previous discussion on death
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Character Insight:
Guria is using external hatred (Azrael) as a tool for national unity while desperately clinging to trust in her family to avoid mental collapse. Kian’s motivation is revealed as a desire to be a high-earning provider for multiple wives/children, showing a shifts from his previous ‘useless’ self.
Kian is becoming increasingly cynical and detached, viewing the young knights as ‘foolish sheep.’ His focus remains on his business interests (sugarcane) even in the face of war, showing his core identity as a merchant is clashing with his new role as a ‘King.’
Kian shows a rare crack in his composure when he snaps at Homolka, indicating he is more affected by the talk of death and legacy than he admits. Eugenia is forced to confront the long-term erasure of her culture.
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Behind the Scenes:
The chapter title ‘Captain Pecker’ (Pokochin-man) is a crude, childish play on the name of a famous Japanese superhero, setting a bizarre tonal contrast with the heavy themes of the chapter.
The ‘Empire of Night’ fashion serves as a visual indicator of the power shift and Kian’s darkening nature.
The term ‘Pecker-Man’ is a localization of ‘Pokochin-maan’, using low-brow humor to contrast with high-stakes fantasy politics.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Mansoor – Crimson-eyed elder monk and Azrael’s Divine General from the Shakerdoust domain near Dacia. Wielding mist form, blood-drinking, rapid healing. He ties to allies like Ryoma and Hanami Tsai. First appearing in Vol. 4 Ch. 25. Quick tag: vampiric red-eyed grandpa-general who mist-forms and drinks blood, obsessed with rescuing his captured son unlike other human monks.
• Tiegel – A middle-aged Tiger Beastman. A man of influence, wearing many gold and jewel-encrusted rings on his fingers. Has a daughter who was crippled and sterilized in the war.
• Rita – Female warrior monk with fox ears, last direct disciple of Nizaam, wears a fox-ear hooded jacket. A ‘killing doll’ beastman created by Nizaam.
• Michelangelo – Guildmaster of Crete’s Merchant Guild, flamboyant and charming in purple-red finery. Diplomatic yet shrewd, allied with magician Luchia and representing the Guild’s interests. Greets Kian warmly with gifts, opposes Scipio’s restrictions, and requests aid against the Fire Island lava mole-dragon. First appears v4c21. Reminder: Charismatic merchant chief, smooth talker with pragmatic courage.
• Isthbaran – The High Warlord of the ‘Storm Herd.’
• Talia – A high-ranking vampire spirit currently possessing the body of Lyritisse. In this form, she has flaxen hair, blue eyes, and thick lips.
• Eugenia – Red-haired girl with a ponytail, serving as a messenger pigeon for Sir Scipio.
• Shidarkan – Gloomy, bearded son-in-law of the Malc family (Flora’s clan); once a modest Malc magician, ordinary next to Shajar’s elites. Attends the Cyclops Island war council after losing his wife, Flora, and sisters-in-law in the northern base’s destruction. First appears Vol. 4 Ch. 45. Reminder: bereaved Malc son-in-law—sober, doubtful, and dim but dutiful.
• Gensou – Eccentric young Eastern monk-general in Azrael’s army, playful yet ambitious. Wields sun-like magic, swordsmanship, and assassination tactics. Linked to three masked wives—Seishi, Oushoukun, and Yougyokukan (Head Magician). Ally of Mansoor and Oji, serves under Jibril, proposes Operation Assassination. First appears Vol. 4 Ch. 45. Reminder: playful Eastern general with masked harem wives, always late but magically explosive, contrasting serious monks with his bathrobe vibe and schemes.
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