Volume 1 Chapter 17 The End of the Militia Drill
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
It was just as everyone had quieted down, sipping herb tea to settle their nerves after a long, drunken conversation. Without any specific prompting, the question of how Iffens-niisan and Denis Getys-san had died finally surfaced. Bours-san set his cup aside and began to speak.
”The people of Mauer Village probably don’t know the details, but in the battle last month, Village Head Iffens- Larry’s older brother- and the yeoman Denis died,” Bours said.
In the silence of the night, his low voice carried clearly before being swallowed by the dark trees. “Both were killed by snipers using short bows from a distance. They were shot right through the head.”
A wave of uneasy murmurs rippled through the Mauer Village group.
”I’ll tell you now, I wasn’t at that battle myself, so I didn’t see it,” Bours continued. “I’m relaying what I heard from a former subordinate of mine, an officer who was on the scene.”
As the war seemed to be nearing its end, the neighboring villages were ordered to procure alcohol for the troops. This village was no exception, and Schultz the brewer and Denis the yeoman were tasked with the delivery. They used a cart pulled by their horse, Carpaccio, to bring the supplies to the destination.
The delivery point was a town called Lint- or what was left of it after the Kiridahl soldiers had razed the place. The army had utilized the remaining city walls as a fortified base, housing a granary and a field hospital, with knight units constantly patrolling the perimeter. Iffens-niisan had been stationed there along with several other knights. When he heard that wine had arrived from his own village, he had reportedly hurried out to greet them with joy.
The incident occurred just outside the West Gate. As my brother stepped out to welcome the delivery, a volley of arrows struck him and Denis-san in rapid succession. The shafts punched clean through Denis-san’s leather cap and my brother’s steel plate helm alike. It happened in an instant; both men died on the spot. Schultz-san only survived because he had stepped away for a moment to relieve himself. Shortly after, reports came in of a cavalry unit seen galloping toward the hidden trails beyond the East Gate.
Based on the positions of the bodies, the snipers were estimated to have been over a hundred meters away from the West Gate, hidden in the forest atop a rocky outcrop.
”So you’re saying… Niisan was murdered just as a diversion?” I asked. This was the first time I had heard the full story.
”Most likely,” Bours replied. “Usually, there are over ten guards at the East Gate, but all but two had rushed to the West Gate to respond to the shooting. The enemy must have known the security rotation in advance. There were eight riders in total. One was seen with a short bow on his back, but no other weapons could be confirmed. They didn’t even look back as they fled.”
”Hold on,” Edmond-san interjected. “A bow and arrow? Piercing a steel helmet from over a hundred meters away?”
”Ed, it’s not impossible, but people who can pull that off are rare,” Bours said.
”Hey, Instructor… could you do that with your longbow?” Getz-san asked.
Bours admitted that while he could hit a target at that range, a precise headshot through a helmet would be incredibly difficult. He then continued the report. A search party had been organized immediately, but the cavalry tracks disappeared over the mountain pass. They had already retreated into Kiridahl territory. Nothing was found at the sniper’s nest; the only clues were the arrows that claimed the lives and the descriptions of the riders’ retreating backs.
”The East Gate guards noted that the horses were a breed with long, thick coats- common in the Rus Empire,” Bours added.
The Rus Empire was a powerhouse to our northeast, possessing vast territories. I had heard that the climate there was so brutal that most northern villages were completely cut off by snow during the winter.
”So, was it the Rus Imperial Army?” someone asked.
”That’s the catch. They said the bows looked like recurve bows,” Bours said.
”Recurve bows?”
”Bows that curve backward when unstrung. They aren’t used in Rus; you see them in the Turkic Empire or further East. One of the guards happened to know because he’d once bought a similar bow from a Pannonian hunter.”
The Turkic Empire was a massive power to the southeast. They followed the Scripture Church and were famously hostile toward nations of the Universal Church. Meanwhile, the Kingdom of Pannonia bordered us to the southeast and was an ally of our country, the Kingdom of Schuberitz.
”What about the arrows? Did they find anything there?” Edmond-san asked.
”The Blacksmiths’ Guild examined the heads, but they were stumped,” Bours replied. “There was a rumor they resembled the craft of eastern tribes, but nothing concrete.”
”Could it have been… the Amazonesses?”
”Like I told you before, it’s unlikely,” Bours answered. “The horses were too small. Besides, Amazonesses use longbows like I do. The arrows found were too short for a longbow.”
”Regardless of who did it,” Celt-san said quietly, “it means the enemy has master archers on their side.”
”Then what the hell are we supposed to do?” Martin-san snapped, his voice tight with irritation.
”Do? What you always do,” Edmond-san said, surprisingly being the one to keep Martin-san in check. “Even if an enemy like that exists, it doesn’t mean you’re guaranteed to die. If you’ve got a woman you love, then stand your ground and be a man.”
”Um… but why was Vod Fortress taken again?” I asked. “Was it because of those archers?”
”I haven’t heard the official report on that,” Bours said. “But a rock salt merchant I know mentioned a night attack. The entire garrisoned regiment was wiped out, except for three survivors. The remains of the Fourth Prince, Oscar von Reinfelden, were repatriated along with several officers.”
”I heard that too,” Celt-san added. “Everyone’s saying it’s strange. Normally, you’d keep a Prince alive for a massive ransom. Killing him makes no sense.”
”Are you serious?” Martin-san gasped. “I thought our army was supposed to be the strongest.”
”Watch your mouth,” Bours snapped. “If we weren’t strong, an inland nation like ours would never have managed to conquer the islands across the Norden Sea.”
”But they took the fortress and killed the Prince!” Martin-san cried. His anxiety was getting the better of him, and Bours didn’t argue this time; he simply let out a low, frustrated growl.
”Well… you’re not wrong, Mar,” Bours said in a low voice. “Wait. If letting Vod Fortress fall was actually a tactical retreat, then the goal would be…” Bours began muttering to himself. Celt-san tried to ask him something, but Bours cut him off with a sharp gesture. “It doesn’t add up. Our staff officers wouldn’t have missed something that obvious.”
For a long moment, the only sounds were the sharp snap of the fire and the rhythmic pulse of crickets in the grass.
”Look,” Roberto-san finally spoke up, voicing the fear everyone was feeling. “There’s an enemy out there who can put an arrow through a helmet from a hundred meters away. We could be dead before we even see them. Why do we have to go to a place like that?”
Bours remained lost in thought. Finally, the former officer let out a heavy sigh. “I think I’m starting to see the bigger picture.”
”And? How bad is it?”
”This next mission… it’s definitely not going to be a casual stroll for a group of militia,” Bours said.
”You mean it’s dangerous?”
”Yeah. So when we get to the drilling at Obernbach, hang on every word the instructors say. Give it everything you’ve got. That’s the only way you’re coming home alive.”
”There’s more training?” Martin-san groaned. “It sounds like you’re telling us to prepare for our funerals.”
”Yeah,” Bours replied flatly. “That’s what a battlefield is.”
He was right. It was a simple truth I had been trying to ignore. We were heading to a place where people killed each other. If I wanted to survive, I had to stop treating this like someone else’s problem.
”The water’s boiling. Let’s have some tea,” Bours said, standing up to break the tension. He began pouring for everyone.
”So, what’s the bottom line?” Celt-san pressed.
Bours-san dodged the question. “Do you know what a chevauchée¹ is?”
No one answered.
”It’s a military tactic. You systematically destroy every town and village that serves as an enemy supply hub.”
The group looked at him blankly.
”What does that actually mean?” Celt-san asked. “If you destroy a village… what happens to the people? The women? The children?”
”If the army is in a hurry, they kill them all,” Bours said.
”And if they aren’t?”
”Then they’re taken as slaves. Anyone who can’t be a slave is killed.”
Silence fell over the campfire again.
”How… how do they kill them?” Edmond-san asked, his voice hollow.
”Usually, they herd them into a hut and burn it to the ground. Sometimes they do it one by one, by hand.”
The reality of war- the sheer, cold-blooded ugliness of it- was finally starting to sink in. Sensing that we had heard enough for one night, Bours looked around at our pale faces and called an end to the conversation.
”That’s enough talk. Tomorrow is the final day of your drill. We move at sunrise.” Bours clapped his hands, organized the guard rotation, and ordered us to clean up before disappearing into his tent.
* * *
The next morning, we left the ruins as scheduled. We arrived back in Strock Village before noon. Martin-san and the three others from Mauer Village prepared to head home immediately. As they were drawing water from the well, Granny Ferris and several others came out to see them off.
”We look forward to your next stay,” Emma-chan and the other girls from the inn said.
At the sight of the girls, Getz-san and the others immediately lost their serious soldier faces, turning back into bumbling fools. Martin-san, however, remained dead serious.
”Ferris-sama,” Martin said, dropping to one knee. He took the old woman’s hand and kissed the back of it. “I’m going to talk to my parents about that marriage proposal. I’ll be back soon.”
While the Mauer Village group looked on with heartwarming smiles, Edmond-san gestured for Getz-san to lean in. “Listen… you’ve gotta tell Mar² the truth someday. We can’t be the ones to do it.”
”Are you kidding? I’m not touching that,” Getz replied. “Besides, did you see Ferris? When that rock salt merchant proposed to her, she didn’t exactly say no.”
I watched Granny Ferris, who was currently wearing a rather satisfied expression, and Martin-san, who looked equally pleased with himself. (Honestly, I wish they’d just do whatever they want.)
””Instructor Bours! Thank you for everything!””
At the edge of the square, the four men lined up and gave a deep bow.
”Yeah. See you in Obernbach,” Bours said.
After shaking hands with each of them, Instructor Bours offered a sharp military salute for the very first time.
”Alright, you lot! Double-time back to Mauer Village! Move out!”
The four men smiled wryly at the command of the man who had been their instructor for the past week. With a loud “”Yes, sir!”” they actually began to run, shouting a cadence as they went.
By the time they reached the watchtower near the Dish Basin, their voices had faded. Their tiny figures eventually crested the hill south of the pond and vanished into the trees. When I turned back, the old women were still waving at the empty road.
Without thinking about it, my eyes met Emma-chan’s. (Her gaze is always a little cold. Too bad, since she has such a cute face.)
Seeing her give that slight bow, I caught a glimpse of her cleavage. It was a small victory that made my day. Compared to my sister-in-law Teressa, her “twin hills” were a bit more modest, but they still managed to set my lecherous heart racing.
(Tomorrow night, as long as I can pay the fee, I’ll be able to rub and touch those innocent breasts… and touch them, and rub them, over and over and over again. God, I can’t wait.)
I was lost in my own little world for a second, but then I felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked up to see the old woman staring my way; when our eyes met, she flashed me a vulgar, knowing grin.
”Oh, for heaven’s sake…” I grumbled under my breath so no one would hear and headed off to wrap up the militia drilling.
The spears, leather armor, and the materials for the combat sandals were all stored in Bours-san’s³ barn. I loaded Bours-san, Edmond-san, and Celt-san into the wagon pulled by Carpaccio and climbed up into the driver’s seat. There are three ways to get from the square to Bours-san’s place. Usually, taking “Stonemason’s Road” between the Village Head Tower and the church is the quickest, as it leads right to the irrigation canal. However, I could hear a commotion coming from that way, so I nixed that idea. As we passed the entrance, I caught a glimpse of two people I really didn’t want to deal with having a heated argument. I looked the other way and steered us toward the highway instead. The alley behind the church was too narrow for a carriage anyway.
As I slowed down to merge onto the highway, I heard footsteps thumping behind us. The second I realized things were about to go south—
”Wait right there!”
Nico had already grabbed the handle of the driver’s seat. By the time I realized I was in trouble, it was too late. She hopped up and sat down next to me with a heavy thud.
”What, are you just going to ignore me now?” Nico asked.
”Not really,” I played dumb, only for her to jab me in the ribs.
”I’m so sorry, but please, let me ride along with you all,” Nico said, turning around to greet the three men in the back. When she saw Edmond-san, she even made sure to offer proper congratulations on his sister’s engagement. (Man, social skills like that really are important, aren’t they?) I was just having that thought when the wagon groaned and swayed under a fresh weight.
”Well now, I see everyone is here,” the Pastor said.
I didn’t turn around, but I could feel him climbing into the back.
”This is your fault for hopping on, Nico. Do something about him,” I hissed at her.
”How is this my problem?!” Nico replied.
While we were bickering up front, the Pastor was busy making his rounds in the back. I suppose even a priest can’t survive without some networking skills, but then he started spewing total nonsense.
”I was wondering… could I be the one to preside over tomorrow’s wedding?” the Pastor asked.
”No way,” Bours replied. “That’s for Al’s Kessler family to decide. Besides, they’re Spirit-faith followers. I heard they’ve already got the old woman set as the priestess.”
”Please, surely with your influence, Elder Brother…” the Pastor pleaded.
(He’s being completely delusional…)
”Larry, why the hell is this guy on our wagon?” Edmond asked, having finally reached his limit. I decided to just play dead.
”Oh, if it isn’t Larry-dono! I’ve heard the talk!” the Pastor cried.
(What talk, you snake?)
”They say Larry-dono is the top candidate to be the next Village Head!” the Pastor said.
(What is this guy even saying?!)
”Hey, you,” Nico warned, her voice dropping. “Keep talking like that and Hans-sama will choke the life out of you.”
”Oh? You mean that rowdy second son? He’s missing, isn’t he? Is he even coming back—that ‘Hans-sama’ or whatever?” the Pastor asked.
He actually took the bait. If he kept talking like that, he was going to get murdered by Alberto-san or my brother’s inner circle.
”Listen, rookie,” Bours said. His voice was cold. “You were exiled here, weren’t you?”
”W-What makes you say that? Slander is a sin in the eyes of God! Even Anna-sama wouldn’t save you for such talk!” the Pastor shouted.
(The Church of Anna is a strictly monotheistic faith, but they have this idea that if you pray to Anna-sama—the mother of the prophet—she might give you a pass. It’s why her followers are so obsessed with her.)
”Save it. You can’t go back, can you? Not to that church in the capital, Besanburg,” Bours said.
”That is… merely a trial God has seen fit to grant me,” the Pastor replied.
”Stop trying to sound dignified. All you do is cause trouble. You don’t act like a man who’s trying to build a life here,” Bours said.
”I am simply doing my duty as a man of the cloth!” the Pastor insisted.
”Then I guess your only other option is to die,” Bours said.
When a former military man says something like that, it isn’t a joke. It has weight.
”W-Why…?” the Pastor asked.
”Take that crack about Hans. He’s a thug, sure, but people like him. He’s got followers outside this village, and he’s best friends with Al. If word of what you just said gets out, one of his boys might just jump the gun, kill you, and bury you by the river. It wouldn’t even be a surprise,” Bours explained.
(Okay, that’s a bit much on the intimidation, Bours-san…) Though, I have to say, this Pastor’s face was like a mood ring—turning from white to blue to a deep, angry red.
”And that’s not the only crap you’ve been talking,” Bours added.
”I haven’t—”
”I heard you’ve been openly bad-mouthing Shinto⁴,” Bours said.
”That’s only because Larry-kun said the Village Head’s family was going to convert!” the Pastor cried.
(Wait, what? This is my fault? And suddenly I’ve gone from “Larry-dono” to “Larry-kun.” Guess he’s showing his true colors now.)
”See, that’s exactly the problem,” Edmond said. “What did you say to my old man? That Al was threatening you to keep you away from the Village Head’s family? That if he marries his daughter into a Spirit-faith house, he should expect her to come crawling back? You didn’t think we’d find out his wife had to go around behind his back to apologize for you?”
Nico joined the fray as the Pastor fell silent. “Hey, look at me. You know it too, don’t you?”
”Know what?” the Pastor asked.
”That you’re the one who’s messed up here!” Nico shouted.
The Pastor’s face turned beet-red again.
”Larry, stop the wagon,” Bours ordered. We had reached the path to Bours-san’s house. “Look. You’ll scrape by on taxes this year, but next year? You’re done. No parent is going to send their kid to study with a man like you. Don’t expect any donations, either. At this rate, you’ll end up as a common laborer, or you’ll have to sell your wife into slavery just to survive. Or someone will just kill you.”
Bours was being ruthless.
”The rock salt mine is going to be snowed in soon. Once that happens, the merchants stop coming. You won’t be able to get a transfer request out of here until spring. And even if you try to make a run for the city of Obernbach, the monsters are out this time of year. A man and his wife won’t make it a mile without guards,” Bours added.
”No… that can’t be…” the Pastor whispered.
”I bet you screwed up at your last church, too. That’s why you were dumped in this frontier village that nobody wanted. If you can make it work here, great. If not, you rot or become a slave, and the church washes its hands of you. Am I right?” Bours asked.
I was actually starting to feel bad for the guy.
”Then… what am I supposed to do?” the Pastor asked.
”Hell if I know. You’re a grown man, figure it out. Your wife seems like she’s got a good head on her shoulders—maybe you should try actually talking to her for once,” Bours said.
It looked like it was finally sinking in.
”Get off,” Bours ordered.
”What?”
”We have to clean up the gear. You’re in the way,” Bours said.
We watched the disgraced Pastor stumble off the wagon before we finally pulled up to Bours-san’s place.
”That was a little pitiful,” Celt said.
”He’ll be back to his old self by tomorrow, trust me,” Nico snapped.
She might be right, but I hope he learns some self-restraint. If he doesn’t, my brother’s goons really might end him.
”By the way, Nico, aren’t you getting off?” I asked.
”And why would I do that? Fine, if you’re going to be like that, I’ll drive. Move!” Nico shouted.
Nico grabbed the reins away from me, her soft body pressing firmly against mine as she shoved me toward the edge so she could take the center seat. I didn’t have much choice but to let her, but I caught Edmond and Celt smirking at me.
(Larry, are you really going to marry Nico?) Monica’s voice echoed in my head.
(No, no… that’s crazy. But… if I really do take over as Village Head, does that make Teressa-nee-san my primary wife? No, she has my brother’s kid, so maybe a concubine? Then, like Tony-san said, would Nico—who’s on the same social level as my brother’s wife—be the main one? But what if Hans-niisan actually comes back? What about magic school? Man… what is my life turning into?)
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Summary:
Bours-san explains the gruesome details of the ambush that killed Iffens and Denis, revealing a mysterious and skilled archer. The group discusses the fall of Vod Fortress and the death of the Fourth Prince, realizing the war is far more dangerous than expected. The militia training ends, and the Mauer Village group departs after Martin makes a peculiar romantic promise to Granny Ferris.
As the militia drilling concludes, Larry navigates village politics and awkward social encounters. A disgraced Pastor attempts to regain influence but is ruthlessly dismantled by the former soldier, Bours. Meanwhile, Larry struggles with his complicated marital future involving his sister-in-law and Nico.
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Trivia:
- The sniper used a short bow, which is unusual for such long-range penetration.
- The horses involved in the ambush were of a breed typical to the Rus Empire.
- Schultz only survived because he went to take a leak.
- The Universal Church and Scripture Church are established as rival religious factions.
- Schuberitz conquered islands across the Norden Sea despite being an inland nation.
- Larry is actually younger than most militia members, turning 14 during this drill.
- The Pastor was specifically exiled from the capital, Besanburg.
- Rock salt is a major trade commodity for the village.
- Hans-sama (Larry’s brother) is currently missing, creating a power vacuum
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Character Insight:
Bours-san shows his depth of strategic knowledge, hinting that the loss of the fortress might be a complex military maneuver. Martin shows an odd, earnest devotion to an older woman, while the narrator begins to view the war with genuine dread.
Larry’s internal conflict shows he’s overwhelmed by the sudden ‘Village Head’ expectations, while Bours proves he still maintains a soldier’s zero-tolerance policy for incompetence.
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The author uses the contrast between domestic comedy (Martin/Ferris) and grim war reality to emphasize the ‘broken morals’ of the setting.
The author notes a personal connection to the Pastor’s struggles and teases future developments involving an ‘Amazoness’ sub-plot.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Denis – A yeoman farmer who was killed alongside Iffens.
• Iffens – Eldest son of the Fee family, village head of Strock Village and older brother to Larry, he fell in battle. Remembered as a solemn, battle‑scarred figure, his death casts a heavy emotional shadow over the household and fuels Yutia’s fear.
• Bours – Tall, scarred, in a faded uniform, he is a former Royal Army captain turned militia instructor. Stern, he trains village youth with veteran archer precision, blending tactical Heal magic, orc‑hunting skill, and wilderness survival. Father of a son serving in the Imperial border division.
• Larry – Fourteen‑year‑old third son of the Strock headman, with reddish‑white skin, bronze eyes and curly bronze hair, houses a 40‑year‑old salaryman’s consciousness—an obsessive fan granting faint Showa memories and minor fire magic. As pragmatic backup heir, he hides his growing magical talent, performs chores, feels existential dread, silently admires his sister‑in‑law, and navigates conscription, family duty, militia training and a path toward magic school while preparing to become Village Head.
• Mauer – A stout man from the Rosen family with thin, downy white hair. He wears a beige dalmatica.
• Edmond – Second son of a farm, tall and lanky, wiry and restless, he arrives late to the academy, lacking discipline until Bours‑san’s harsh lesson on punctuality. Militiaman from Mauer Village, Mary’s brother, teases Martin and Larry, and mocks manual labor while plotting the village celebrations.
• Ed – A local village youth and acquaintance of Larry’s.
• Getz – Rugged Mauer Village militiaman with short, unkempt hair and a scar across his left cheek, clad in a worn leather jacket over a faded uniform. He keeps distance from peers, respects Bours’ authority, and embodies a tense blend of defiance and reluctant loyalty. A frustrated spearman who forgets details and relies on others to untangle politics and religion, he scouts the village and spreads gossip—his confusion masking a quiet, stubborn integrity.
• Celt – A modestly dressed tenant farmer in simple work clothes, level‑headed and cautious, avoids conflict and notes Bours’s overwhelming strength; skilled sandal‑maker, observant and knowledgeable, often discussing military and historical matters. As a militia member he questions war’s civilian impact, seeks tax exemptions to buy land and become a farmer, and translates Bours’s jargon for others.
• Martin – Mar, a young recruit from a neighboring village, dons Shinto‑inspired armor and fights in a Shinto‑linked style. Loud and boisterous, he’s a Mauer militia member obsessed with erotic themes, flirts with Ferris‑san, proposes to Felice, pursues the elf Granny Ferris, and trains with Larry.
• Roberto – A weary recruit, his face still marked by last night’s turmoil, sits beside Larry, a fellow trainee and spearman. Nervous and trembling, he is a village youth dreading war, his posture and shaking hands betray his fear, while as a militia member he voices dread of the enemy’s snipers.
• Ferris – Granny, an ageless elf who looks like a 30‑year‑old but is over 200 years old, runs a village pharmacy with deep magic and elf‑style healing. She claims to have known Larry’s grandfather, is blunt and unfiltered, and is the elderly woman Martin hopes to marry.
• Emma – A slave girl with large black eyes, a cold, sorrowful expression, black hair tied in a bun, and a three‑colored crest on her forehead. She works at the village inn, serves Ferris‑san, stays with her, and witnessed a healing session, positioning her as a candidate for Larry’s rite of passage.
• Teressa – Larry’s eldest sister‑in‑law, widow of Iffens, serves as deputy village head and now Village Head. Mother of infant Lyrica, she has blonde short hair, a big‑chested, motherly aura, and wears a wool jacket over her blouse with a button almost split. Sharp, mischievous, big‑sisterly, she manages the household and village reporting, and as the narrator’s sister‑in‑law she reacts with physical shock to Lyrica’s revelations.
• Nico – A young woman living with Larry’s family, childhood acquaintance with high social skills, once met Camilla, and helps clean gear to avoid home chores—formerly head servant, now a diligent, rule-bound lady’s maid to Teressa, stern yet protective of Teressa and Yutia, scolding Larry with blunt authority; her silver-haired elderly manservant mentor, in faded livery, commands respect from staff and the headman, while she, though cold toward Larry, embodies the sister-in-law figure who supports neighbors with quiet diligence.
• Pastor – An exiled clergyman from Besanburg assigned to the frontier.
• Hans – Rugged, wild‑eyed delinquent known as the ‘Mad Dog’ of Strock Village, he is the second son of the Fee family, a chronic alcoholic with a record of assault and extortion. Larry’s older brother and primary heir to the Kessler estate, he now shirks his duties.
• Alberto – Eldest Kessler son, over 210 cm tall, massive red‑haired former delinquent now elder on the temporary Elders’ Council. He questions Larry’s future as Village Head and is engaged to Mary.
• Monica – Sun‑tanned, tomboyish and 15, she is Larry’s childhood friend, now a widow and mother of twins; she raises her children while caring for infant niece Maria, embodying how even non‑combat villagers share the war’s indiscriminate danger.
• Tony – A carriage driver accompanying the group. Quiet and hardworking, often seen resting after long journeys.
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