Volume 2 Chapter 8 Murderer
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Hey, hey… this is what they call a total disaster zone, right?”
”Would you just stop?”
The muffled chatter of the girls who seemed to be Marie’s friends drifted through the air.
The day after I arrived at the Magic Academy, I stepped out into the administration building’s corridor after getting measured for my new uniform.
Out of nowhere, Marie from Barsheni Village called out to me.
Nico reacted instantly, her hackles rising at Marie’s overly familiar tone.
”And just who might you be? An acquaintance of Larry’s?”
Back in the captive village of Barsheni, I had… held Marie.
It wasn’t exactly common knowledge in the village.
Needless to say, Nico didn’t have a clue.
”Who are—ahem—who exactly are you, anyway?”
”I’m Larry’s attendant.”
”Then why is a mere ‘attendant’ calling her master by his first name? Why are you being so casual with him?”
Marie was clearly trying to force her Kiridal dialect into standard Schweilitz speech, but her temper was getting the better of her.
The act was slipping.
”It’s because we’re practically siblings. We’ve lived under the same roof since we were runts. More importantly, who the hell are you?”
Marie met Nico’s piercing stare with a smug, knowing grin.
Suddenly, she lunged forward and clung to my left arm.
Her two friends hovered behind her, their faces masks of pure shock.
”I’m Larry’s mistress, dagaya¹.”
Marie had officially given up on “proper” speech. That single move was like pouring high-octane fuel directly onto the fire of Nico’s emotions.
”Larry. What is the meaning of this?”
Nico’s fury swerved toward me. She grabbed my other arm, clinging to my bicep as if marking her own territory. She was glaring at me, yet I could see a flicker of deep-seated anxiety behind her eyes. It was the first time I’d ever seen the iron-willed Nico look so vulnerable.
”Give it a rest, darlin’. You’re just a maid. Don’t go actin’ like you’re his keeper. Besides… I’ve got Larry’s kid in my belly, deyo².”
Irritated by Nico’s persistence, Marie waved her off with a dismissive flick of her wrist. She was back to speaking in full-blown Kiridal.
”Larry… what is this woman saying? Something about… your child?”
(Stay calm,) I told myself. (This is exactly when you need to keep your head.) Besides, the neighbors were starting to peek out.
”Let’s head back to the room and talk this out. There are… things even I don’t fully understand yet.”
I made the suggestion as timidly as possible, and the two of them reluctantly agreed. We began the long, awkward walk toward the dorms.
Marie stayed glued to one arm, and Nico refused to let go of the other. Marie’s two friends trailed behind us like a somber funeral procession.
”Hey, hey… this really is a showdown, isn’t it?”
”I told you to shut up!”
The school was still on break, so there weren’t many people around, but our bizarre group still drew plenty of curious, judgmental stares.
As we walked, a vulgar thought crossed my mind—maybe I could use Telepathy to read Marie’s heart? Unfortunately, we were all bundled up in winter clothes. Without skin-to-skin contact, I had to give up on that.
After enduring the gauntlet of painful stares, we finally reached my room. Nico let go just long enough to unlock the door.
”Would you mind stopping the ‘clingy act’ already?”
”It’s been ages, Larry! What’s wrong with a girl wantin’ to be sweet on her man? Right, Larry? Nyaa³.”
Marie pressed her modest chest against my arm. Watching this, the corners of Nico’s eyes pulled back into sharp, predatory slits.
”Let’s… let’s just go inside for now.”
I barely managed to squeeze the words out. As we filed in, Marie’s friends followed us as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
”Um, and you two are…?”
”They’re my besties, dade⁴. Don’t you mind them none.”
Easier said than done. They looked to be our age, with builds nearly identical to Marie and Nico. One had short, bright brown hair, the other had long black hair. At a glance, those were the only features I could use to tell them apart.
”Right… okay. Well, let’s sit at the table and talk.”
Nico and I sat on one side; Marie and her entourage sat opposite us.
”So,” Marie started, “is your relationship more than just Larry’s attendant?”
”Before we get to that… what did you mean about ‘Larry’s child’?”
The two friends leaned in, their heads nodding in unison as if they were watching a high-stakes drama. Marie smirked and opened her mouth.
”Exactly what I said. Larry’s baby is growin’ right here in my tummy, deyo.”
”Is she serious? Larry, is this woman telling the truth?”
Nico’s glare became even more suffocating.
”Ah, well… you know how I told you I got captured in Barsheni Village? Something… kind of happened back then.”
”We spent night after sweet night together, dagaya.”
Marie shot Nico a look that was pure provocation.
”I didn’t think… I didn’t think a child would actually be conceived…”
”So you really did it, Larry. Honestly… you did it with a woman who can use Mana? Did you really not know what would happen?”
(I didn’t know.) I wanted to scream it, but the words died in my throat. I could only hang my head in shame.
”Fine. I get what you are to him,” Marie said, turning her sights back to Nico. “But what about you? Are you two in a… ‘child-making’ relationship?”
”My relationship with Larry? We spent a very hot night in the same bed just last night.”
Nico didn’t miss a beat. She went straight for the jugular. The tension in the room was skyrocketing. The “audience” seemed just as invested; Marie’s friends were bright red, looking like they didn’t know whether to cover their ears or lean closer.
”Well? Aren’t you gonna offer your guests a cup of tea or somethin’, dagaya?”
”Who are you calling a guest!?”
The atmosphere was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
”Right! Tea. I’ll… go make some tea.”
I stood up, desperate for any excuse to leave the splash zone. The problem was, I had never actually made tea in this world before.
”Ah, we’ll do it!”
Sensing my incompetence, Marie’s friends jumped up and headed for the kitchenette. I guess the dorm rooms all had the same layout.
”So, ‘last night,’ huh?”
Marie brought the conversation back, her face twisted in a triumphant sneer.
”I guess that means the brat in my belly is Larry’s firstborn, dagaya.”
”Ho… ho-ho-ho-ho. Don’t make me laugh.”
(Terrifying.) Whenever Nico started that condescending titter, it was a sign of extreme danger.
”What’s so funny, dade?”
”You really don’t know anything, do you? You poor, pathetic thing.”
Marie’s eyes snapped toward me, wounded by the “pathetic” comment. But the truth was, she had never asked me back then… I couldn’t meet her eyes. I looked away.
”The firstborn is already in the womb of Lady Teressa—the woman I served as a maid. The woman Larry has been pining for since he was a boy. Too bad for you.”
”Hmph. If I give birth to the heir, I’ll be the Primary Wife, dagaya. I don’t care about the rest.”
”Wrong again. Fufufu. Larry has already married into a house. The previous head died in the war, leaving behind a widow and a young daughter. That two-year-old girl is the Primary Wife. That widow and Lady Teressa are both concubines—or rather, secondary wives. You’ll be third in line at best. Did you really think you’d be the one in charge? You poor, deluded girl. Ho-ho-ho!”
Women are terrifying. They take whatever scraps of information they have and use them to dismantle their enemies’ entire reality.
”Fine. Then what about you, dagaya?”
”Me? Once I give birth to Larry’s child, I’ll raise it on my own. I’m perfectly fine being the woman he visits whenever he’s in Besanburg.”
(Was Nico really suggesting she’d be the ‘convenient woman’? That sounds like a trap.)
”You lyin’ bitch!”
”Excuse me?”
”You ain’t the kind of woman who’d ever be satisfied with that, dade!”
”And how would you know anything about what I want!?”
The two were reaching a boiling point just as the friends returned with the tea.
”Um… Larry, is it? Could you please boil the water in the magic pot?”
”Magic pot?”
”Yes. You just flow Mana into it and the water boils. Do you not know how to use one?”
I had used Fireballs to heat bathwater before, but I’d never used a dedicated appliance. They showed me a small black dot on the bottom of the ceramic kettle. I just had to touch it and channel a bit of Mana. The moment I did, the water reached a rolling boil faster than any electric kettle I’d seen in my previous life.
”Wow! Amazing! As expected of a Level 3!”
Watching the two girls giggle and fuss over the tea seemed to take a bit of the edge off Nico and Marie’s killing intent.
”Here you go. Chamomile herbal tea.”
The girl with long black hair poured the tea and distributed the cups. Exhausted from the shouting match, both Nico and Marie took their cups and took a long, silent sip.
(Is that it? Is the fight over once everyone’s had their say?)
”Larry… why did you marry into that house, dade?”
Marie put her cup down. She seemed calmer, but her eyes were still sharp. (Well… why did I?)
”Hmph. Your village has its own customs, doesn’t it? It’s the same thing,” Nico said, throwing me a much-needed lifeline.
Then, there was a knock at the door.
”Oh, it seems another guest has arrived.”
The black-haired girl stood up and looked toward the foyer. The knocking was distinct—and it was rapidly becoming more aggressive.
”I’ll get it.”
Nico stood up and ran to the door. When she swung it open, a group of students in uniforms barged in. Leading the pack was a guy who looked like a total thug and a woman with way too much makeup.
”Excuse me! You can’t just barge in here!”
”What was that? We’ve got a freshman here who hasn’t even bothered to pay his respects to his seniors, so we decided to come to him. Don’t give me that ‘can’t barge in’ crap, sweetheart.”
The guy had greasy hair that looked like something out of a 1980s delinquent flick. He shoved past Nico and stepped into the room.
”Oh my, oh my… already got three girls in here? What, were you planning an orgy? As expected of ‘Mad Dog’ Hans’s little brother.”
The woman behind him had thin, plucked eyebrows and heavy rouge. (Wait, someone here knows my brother?)
She wore her uniform sloppily, and she definitely looked like the type who’d be running in the same circles as my brother.
”Look, you lot… just give it a rest, will ya?”
”The hell did you say? Shut your mouth, country bumpkin. Don’t talk back to your seniors.”
The thug leaned in close to Marie, trying to intimidate her. His uniform was unbuttoned, showing off a chest that didn’t actually look all that muscular. (Isn’t he cold?)
Behind the punk and the gaudy woman were a tall, serious-looking guy and three normal-looking girls. The only ones who seemed like trouble were the two in front.
”I’m very sorry. May I ask what business you have with me?”
”The hell did you say, punk!?”
The thug, Dominique, turned his aggression toward me. Logic doesn’t work on people like this—not in my old world, and certainly not in this one. If things get hairy, I’ll just apologize.
”I just meant… if you have a reason for being here… I’m sorry if I offended you.”
”Are you mockin’ me? Huh!?”
”Now, now, Dominique. We’re just here to talk,” the tall guy said, stepping in.
”To talk…?”
”Conclat, if we don’t put these runts in their place now, they’ll never learn.”
So the thug was Dominique, and the tall guy was Conclat.
”We might be your ‘seniors,’ but we’re actually repeaters. Starting next year, we’ll be your classmates.”
”Don’t say such useless crap,” said Conclat.
”What’s the matter, bitch? You think repeating a grade is funny?”
”This is Magic School⁵,” he continued. “Half the students flunk out and repeat before graduation.”
”There isn’t a shred of a guarantee you won’t end up a ‘repeater’ too.”
”Besides, there are idiots like Conclat who stay back on purpose,” he added with a sneer.
(That Principal is either incredibly strict, or she’s trying to force this school’s standards through the roof.)
”She’s just… a total dipshit, I reckon,” Marie muttered.
It seemed I was the only one who could truly catch her drift, but the fact that she was mocking them was felt by just about everyone in the room.
”You… you use some weird words,” the gaudy girl snapped at Marie.
”What kind of backwater hillbilly are you?”
It looked like things were about to get ugly again.
”Ah—sorry, so sorry!” I said. “She just got here from the newly annexed southern Kiridal. She isn’t used to the atmosphere here yet.”
”Really, I’m sorry,” I pleaded.
I hurried around the table, putting myself right between the gaudy girl and Marie.
”Hah! From Bohemia, then?” the girl sneered. “No wonder she reeks of the sticks.”
Technically, South Bohemia—which included Marie’s village, the town of Opcheri, and the various villages that had been subjected to raids—was land that Schweilitz had forced Kiridal to cede in the last war.
It was now a province directly under the Royal Government.
”You’re just an old hag… caking on makeup to hide that ugly face,” Marie spat.
I think the girl caught the general drift of that one.
Marie’s word choice was meant to imply she was a total fraud, a “catfish” before the term existed.
Naturally, the girl’s eyes flared with rage, and she lunged to grab Marie.
Nico slipped in instantly, catching the girl’s arm.
”Hold Marie back!” Nico barked.
Marie was already reaching out, trying to tear at the girl’s hair.
I grabbed Marie from behind, hugging her tight to pull her away.
The people around us were completely put off by the display.
Even the delinquent-looking guy had his eyes wide with shock.
”Marie, stop it! That’s enough!” I yelled.
”No! This woman… she’s making a mockery of Bohemia!” Marie cried.
”That’s not it! She’s just pissed at you! Knock it off!” I countered.
”What?! You taking her side?!” Marie demanded.
”I’m saying this because you’re important to me!” I shouted.
(In a life spanning nearly sixty years, including my previous one, that was probably the first time I’d ever said something so sappy it made my own skin crawl.)
”Oh…” Marie whispered.
Marie’s strength ebbed.
On the other side, the tall guy, Conclat, was talking the gaudy girl down.
”If you want to fight, take it outside,” Nico shouted. “This is my and Larry’s room.”
Nico shoved the girl back toward Conclat.
”You all just barge in here whenever you want… I’ve had enough. What exactly do you think Larry did? Go on, say it!” Nico challenged.
She stood her ground, towering over the girl like a guardian deity.
”Acting so high and mighty for a damn servant…” the girl hissed.
”That’s right, I’m an attendant,” Nico replied. “And that’s why this room is the castle I protect. You got a problem with that?”
She was completely steamrolling them with her sheer intensity.
While they were distracted, I grabbed Marie’s hand, establishing skin contact.
(Marie, are you satisfied?)
(What do you want?)
(Let’s end this.)
(I don’t want to.)
(The other side is backing off. Marie, you be the one to apologize.)
(Why should I?)
(Don’t you think that’s cooler? More… mature?)
(I don’t think so. But… if I apologize, can I come over to your place tonight?)
She slipped that in while everything was in chaos.
(I have to go to Nico’s place this afternoon. I might be staying the night.)
(Hmph. Then no.)
(Don’t be like that. Look… I’ll come to your room instead.)
My only merit in my previous life was being a serious, honest guy, but I’m gradually turning into a shallow, detestable man.
(When? Tomorrow night?)
(I can’t promise a specific time, but definitely soon.)
(It’s a promise?)
(I promise.)
If Marie had a Mind Reading skill, she’d be calling me a degenerate right about now.
I made the promise, but whether I’ll actually carry it out once control of this body reverts to Larry is anyone’s guess.
Forgive me when that time comes.
”Marie, you calm now?” I asked.
The gaudy girl—Dorothea—seemed to have calmed down a bit after Conclat’s lecture.
It looked like the worst of the storm had passed.
”I said too much, I reckon. My bad,” Marie muttered.
”She’s saying she went too far and she’s sorry,” I translated.
Since Marie wouldn’t bow her head, I did it for her.
”Dorothea, you too,” Conclat urged.
The gaudy Dorothea gave a half-hearted acknowledgment.
”Yeah, whatever.”
The people who had barged in were repeaters.
Some had failed because they partied too hard, but in the medical track—where you handle massive amounts of Mana⁶—people like Conclat stayed back on purpose to master the craft.
”We heard a Special Recommendation⁷ student had enrolled,” Conclat said. “We just wanted to see what kind of guy you were.”
”If you’d just said that from the start…” I started.
”It’s your fault for not opening up when someone knocks!” Dominique barked.
”If you’re up for it, would you tell us about the Battle of Vod Fortress?” Conclat asked.
I agreed and told them the usual story—how I got separated from my group while returning from Garao Village.
”The carriage axle was rattling like crazy, and then we were surrounded by Kiridal Mercenaries…”
”Those were my aunt’s mercenaries,” a girl named Isabella cut in.
(It’s hard to tell a story when the enemy’s family is in the audience.)
”Wait, you mean the Weasels of Bohemia?” Dominique asked.
”Yeah. Captain Isabella is my auntie,” Marie replied.
Several people behind Dominique widened their eyes at that.
”Rudy, who was escaping with me, took off first,” I continued. “Captain Isabella grabbed me by the collar, so I blasted a Fireball⁸ to get away.”
”That’s the one,” Marie said. “My aunt said you did something horrible to her. Said she had to go to a high-end healer and it cost her a fortune.”
(This is getting really awkward.)
”Anyway, I went down the river from the lake through the sluice gate,” I said.”There were two girls doing laundry…”
”And one of ’em was me!” Marie interrupted. “And then we fell in love! Every night, every single night, we loved each other… until this man deserted because he was worried about his friend!”
She was making it sound like I was a sexual predator to frame me.
I noticed Marie was looking at Nico with a triumphant smirk.
Nico’s face contorted in response.
”If you were that close, why did you let him desert?” a quiet-looking woman asked.
”Well, ’cause I was already with child, see?” Marie replied.
The women in the room nodded, seemingly satisfied.
”I knew he was gonna run,” Marie added. “I put bread in a bag and left it by the gate for ‘im… but he ran off without even noticin’. What a dipshit.”
”Wait… you did that?” I asked.
Apparently, Marie and the old Village Chief had watched me from the snowy distance until I hit the highway.
”The rest is just funny, I reckon,” Marie laughed.
She laughed off the fact that I was caught in a manhunt⁹ and sold into slavery as a Slave Soldier¹⁰.
She said if I’d just taken the bread, I wouldn’t have had to stand in a soup line and get caught.
And apparently, Captain Isabella had been keeping an eye out to make sure I didn’t die.
(Was that actually true?)
”Wait, so your aunt is the one who burned my house down?!” Dorothea screamed.
”Don’t know,” Marie replied. “My aunt was just hired to guide ’em to Linto. Once she saw Larry desert, she went home. Where you from, anyway?”
”New Town in Obernbach!” Dorothea yelled.
”I don’t know nothin’ about that,” Marie said.
Dorothea’s family were traders in New Town, and their home had been torched in the last campaign.
”So, Obernbach just got screwed for nothing?” someone asked.
I guessed that someone like her would never see a cent of compensation.
The people who came to hear my story ended up totally enthralled by Marie.
”So… have you actually killed people?” Dominique asked suddenly.
(I didn’t want to talk about this. Especially not to fellow students.)
”At least two that my aunt saw,” Marie said casually. “One was an accident, the other he killed workin’ with some refugees.”
The friendly atmosphere vanished instantly.
”Alright, let’s head out,” Conclat said.
With that, the once-crowded room emptied in an instant.
”You should go, too,” I told Marie.
”Why?”
”Your friends want to leave.”
”Oh. Right. Then you guys go on… I mean, please return home,” Marie corrected herself.
”Don’t… don’t push yourself,” the girl with long black hair said. Marie isn’t scared of you, and you seem like a good person.”
”Setting aside your… lower-body baggage, you seem serious,” the brunette added. “And as long as Marie is here, we aren’t scared.”
At that, they left.
”Larry, are you okay? You look down,” Nico said.
My head hurts.
I couldn’t stay standing, so I slumped into a chair.
(Am I down? Maybe I am. In my previous life and this one, I’ve dealt with bullying, but I’ve never been feared. Even when I messed up, it was always within the realm of something that could be laughed off and forgiven. But now, I’m feared and hated. Of course I am. I’m a killer. Who would want to be near that? I’ll never have a normal relationship again. It’s lonely. Maybe being around the Major, Lieutenant Louise, and Bours-san for so long… maybe my threshold for taking a life has just rotted away.)
Memories of the front, forced upon me by the Major.
A village scoured by the chevauchée¹¹.
Soldiers acting on orders, hacking down the old men – the ones too defiant to break, or too useless to keep alive.
It was in Garao Village that my comrades, Marx-san and Ho-san, were slaughtered.
Nearly half of the cavalry and infantry gave their lives, dying to protect the village – or more accurately, to protect us.
Come to think of it, I wonder how many people ended up crushed beneath the Golem I piloted.
As a slave soldier, I was given nothing but a single thin blanket.
One morning, I woke up to find the man sleeping next to me had turned cold.
When we made our escape, so many others were cut down while serving as our shields.
I killed the enemy soldiers to get away.
No… I killed them to save the others.
”What’s the matter? Catching a case of remorse this late in the game, pops?” Larry asked.
What?
Why? Larry’s Autism Mode¹² has deactivated.
(If that’s true, then as the Parasite Host¹³, I shouldn’t be the one in control of this body right now.)
”Aaaaaagh! What the hell did you do to Nico?!” Larry screamed.
”Larry… is that you?” I asked.
For the very first time, I am speaking with Larry.
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Summary:
Nico and Marie escalate their argument over Larry’s true intentions and future child while being watched by Marie’s friends. The domestic dispute is interrupted by a group of rowdy upperclassmen lead by Dominique. Larry realizes the newcomers have ties to his brother’s reputation as a delinquent
A tense dormitory confrontation dissolves into an impromptu storytelling session as Larry recounts his wartime experiences to a group of skeptical seniors. Marie’s boisterous and exaggerated interjections regarding their shared past turn the narrative into a scandalous romantic drama. The atmosphere curdles when Larry’s lethal history is casually confirmed by Marie, leaving him isolated by the weight of his actions
The protagonist relives traumatic memories of war and the brutality of slave soldier life. Larry unexpectedly exits a dormant state, reclaiming awareness. The power dynamic of the shared body shifts as Nico’s fate remains in question
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Trivia:
- The mention of Teressa’s pregnancy is confirmed as a physical and social barrier to Marie’s ambition
- The specific mechanics of the ‘Magic Pot’ hint at the level of domestic magic technology in this world
- Nico’s willingness to be a ‘concubine’ suggests she values proximity to Larry over social status
- The political status of South Bohemia as a province directly under the Kingdom’s administration
- The specific role of the Universal Church in inciting Count Straba’s rebellion
- The logistics of the bread bag at the gate which Larry missed during his desertion
- The physical exhaustion Larry feels that manifests as a literal headache
- The specific rank of the Major suggests a direct chain of command over the Golem units.
- The use of ‘pops’ by Larry highlights a generational or status-based mockery.
- The ‘cold body’ reference implies high mortality rates in slave barracks due to exposure
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Character Insight:
Larry demonstrates high-level mana control but remains socially passive, preferring to apologize rather than exert authority over the bullies.
Larry experiences a profound existential crisis as he realizes he is no longer viewed as a ‘harmless kid’ or even a ‘serious student,’ but as a killer, causing him to mourn the loss of normal social interaction.
The protagonist shows deep survivor’s guilt, while Larry demonstrates an intense, protective attachment to Nico that overrides his usual snark.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Marie – Fifteen-year-old Novakova, granddaughter of the village chief, is a high-spirited student with a distinct regional accent and a build nearly identical to Nico’s—modest-chested, territorial, and boldly flirtatious. Wearing a school uniform, she feigns harsh interrogation to mask her secret affair with Larry, claiming to carry his child while rigidly upholding village rules. Her cynical, suspicious demeanor mirrors Iva’s, yet her boldness reveals deep affection beneath the act—she insists she’s Larry’s lover, using humor and defiance to protect their hidden bond.
• Mar – A battle‑hardened veteran, clad in worn armor, uses door panels as shields and captures enemy crossbows; Larry’s comrade who teases him about his sister‑in‑law’s pampering, known as Martin to his companion Edmond.
• Nico – Silver-haired and sharp-eyed, once Teressa’s poised head maid, now a haunted, frayed-elegance figure who works at the school laundry reception and fiercely protects Larry—having spent a night in his bed—clashing bitterly with Marie while quietly aiding neighbors. She scolds Larry bluntly, plays violin on stage, raised his children with him, and as a Village Head Fee member, recently completed her coming-of-age ceremony.
• Larry – Fourteen-year-old third son of Strock Village Head, reddish-white skin, curly bronze hair, bronze eyes, now a Level 3 Mana user and student at Bizan Magic School, reincarnated from another world as a former adult, hosting a faint lingering consciousness of his original self. Slave-soldier in Militia Unit 303 and host to a 40-year-old Sage’s mind, he wields fire magic and mana sensing, manipulates mana for warmth, and is married into the Getys household in Besanburg. Caught in a tangled web of multiple wives and concubines, he’s overwhelmed by the return of former lovers and school bullies, preparing a wedding with Monica and Teressa, while suspected to be the Fifth Sage.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Teressa – Blonde, short‑haired village head with a big chest, golden lashes and piercing blue eyes, wearing a wool jacket over a split‑button blouse. Widow of former head Iffens, mother of Lyrica & Maria, pregnant with Larry’s child, sister‑in‑law to Monica, close to Hans. Lived with the family >4 years, taught by Henrietta, shares Mana with Larry, steady yet vulnerable, motherly‑alluring, sharp‑mischievous. Also a young Fee‑family dream‑visitor who later appears in reality, once employed Nico as maid.
• Hans – Hans‑niisan, 17, nearly 2 m tall and over 100 kg, rugged heir of the Kessler estate and elder brother of Larry, now Village Head of the Fee family. Rough‑coarse yet charismatic, he enforces the headship’s will, refuses the role himself, and holds his own wedding while his aggressive brother declines it. Known for physical strength and for sharing Willow District intel.
• Sig – A student and friend of Marie characterized by a casual and uninhibited personality, often seen yawning during academic discussions. Has short brown hair from the Holstein territory. She is blunt, realistic about the nature of war, and failed the entrance exam at the Sabaski Magic School.
• Al – Alberto (Al), a massive red‑haired man recently wed to Mary, lives near the Dish Basin. He’s a companion of Hans, helping intimidate and rally elders as a villager and leader.
• Ed – A lanky refugee youth in simple farmer’s garb, Larry’s close friend and soon-to-be conscript, now a militia member training spear-walls; he witnessed the initial skirmish at Mauer Village as part of the group seeking safety in Strock Village, was an associate of Captain Bours, and participated in the ambush of the mercenaries—fiercely protective of Larry, remembered for his quiet resolve to survive the battlefield.
• Tim – Jarek Dvorak, 14, the village’s eldest son and recent graduate, has short dark hair, a lean build and thoughtful eyes. He arrived in Obernbach with his father, watches the Golem’s arrival with trepidation, and, as a sugar‑beet cultivator from a family that refines sugar, boasts of pleasures in the district. A carefree, slightly reckless friend of Larry’s.
• Dominique – Tall, flamboyant Pastor Dominique Dietrich wears bright robes, shouts loudly and runs his church like a master of ceremonies; though young, lazy and given to back‑dating tax forms, his eccentric charm keeps the congregation oddly devoted. Or the one appears as a greasy‑haired, sloppy‑uniformed male student, a repeater at Magic School, whose aggressive delinquent bravado defines his demeanor.
• Conclat – A tall student at the Magic School who is currently repeating a grade. He acts as a mediator and leader among the older students, possessing enough maturity to de-escalate conflicts between peers. A repeater at the Magic School. He acts as a more level-headed counterpart to Dominique’s aggression.
• Dorothea – A student at the Magic School described as having a gaudy appearance. She is a native of the New Town in Obernbach and harbors deep resentment toward those involved in the recent war that resulted in her home being burned.
• Isabella – Towering, muscular captain of the Weasels of Bohemia mercenary group, now a Second Lieutenant in the Kingdom Army. She sports a short‑cropped, slightly disheveled bob and a facial burn scar from Larry’s fireball. Her massive frame, low sour‑voiced growl, and aggressive expression dominate the village, while her sharp insight into mages earns respect. Aunt of an academy student and veteran of combat with Larry.
• Rudy – Fourteen-year-old black-haired militia recruit from Heberich Village, formerly of Garao, now wood-hauls with Larry as his brother-in-arms; grandson of a hunter, he knows forest creatures, excels at math, and code-switches dialects to negotiate, yet struggles with armor, horses, and formal settings. Filthy and traumatized, he mocks Larry’s condition but fiercely protects him amid captivity, visits daily, and devised a hidden-trail escape. Holds elitist views of Strock Village, understands northern trade and Al-miraJ biology, and despite his immaturity and war anxiety, remains Larry’s most loyal, if flawed, guardian.
• Louise – A towering seven-foot-tall Captain and Vice-Commander of the 101st Golem Battalion, she boasts a massive, muscular build, broad shoulders, short-cropped red hair, a long face, deep-set eyes, a hooked nose, and a protruding jaw—features inherited from her father, surpassing her mother and eldest brother in height by age eight. Once a Corporal with immense mana reserves, she rose through diligent service as a silent, hardworking squad leader. Though now replaced as commander after an arrow wound, she retains deep, one-sided affection for Larry, offering him her quarters upon his return, her obsession with procreation rooted in genuine, if unreciprocated, devotion.
• Bours – Tall, scarred, in a faded Royal Army uniform, Sullen Bours is a 46‑year‑old human yeoman who manages orchards and vineyards. A retired Western Front captain and Royal Military Academy alumnus who served under Duke Gerhard, he heads the 303rd Militia on the Elders’ Council, is married to Sheeta‑san, father of a conscripted son, and once saved Larry and Rudy.
• Marx – A fifty‑something laundry owner from Obernbach, a Laland refugee and militia member of the second unit, Larry’s eldest squad mate who often sparks conversation and now battles a painful leg injury after a near‑attack by a regular infantry soldier; also known as Marx, a comrade of the protagonist who served alongside Ho‑san and was killed at Garao Village.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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