Volume 2 Chapter 14 Dorm Life
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After seeing off Nico’s parents and returning to my room, I found Marie and Pamela sprawled out on my bed for some reason, just lounging around like they owned the place.
”Why the hell are you two in here?” I asked.
”Nobody would play with me,” Marie pouted.
”I realized I’d forgotten some business Henrietta-dono had tasked me with-noja,” Pamela added.
Marie and Pamela each offered up their own pathetic excuses.
”Marie, what happened to the two girls who are always trailing after you?” I asked.
One of Marie’s hangers-on—Manuela-san, the reliable one with the long black hair—is actually from Harritz territory, the same home turf as that noble brat from earlier.
Marie told me she’d decided to distance herself from them for a bit, fearing that if she stayed close to me, the heat might jump back to Manuela-san’s family.
(I was honestly a little stunned that Marie was capable of that kind of foresight.)
As for her other attendant, Darina, she was apparently swamped with preparations because it looked like she was being sent off to the Royal Capital.
You’d think Marie would be helping her out.
Then there was Pamela. She told me Henrietta-san had ordered her to do Kumite¹ with me every single day.
”You went straight to sleep last night without even humoring me, didn’t you?” Pamela said.
”Heh, I want in on some Kumite action, too, I reckon!” Marie chimed in.
Pamela readily accepted Marie’s request.
That aside, I was actually looking forward to a session with an Elf who possessed such massive Mana reserves.
Nico then stepped in, suggesting that since she needed to work on my uniform, Pamela should take on Marie first.
”We’re short on time, so I need Larry right now,” Nico insisted.
It was true. Today was the twenty-third, and the Rookie Welcome Party was the day after tomorrow.
I understood we were in a rush, but I wasn’t quite sure why it had to be now.
Nico explained that while the measurements were done, she wanted to adjust the fabric against my actual body during the cutting process.
She immediately began chalking lines onto the cloth spread across the table.
”Alright, have at it,” I said.
Urged on by the two of them, Pamela began the match with Marie. Even though she was an Elf, she used the Dwarf-style² Kumite—a method where you grip each other’s hands with crushing strength.
”So, you don’t use the Elf style?” I asked.
”Henrietta is a Dwarf-style practitioner for some reason. I’ve just grown used to it,” Pamela replied.
As Pamela spoke, Marie’s hips began to quiver.
I guessed Pamela was flooding her with Mana right at the edge of what Marie could handle.
A ragged, slick moan escaped Marie’s lips along with her heavy gasps.
Despite her small stature, Pamela flashed her white teeth in a sadistic grin.
She must have said something via Telepathy, because Marie knitted her brows and let out a tiny, breathless “Yes” between her whimpers.
”Ah… wait… no, not that much…!” Marie wailed.
Marie couldn’t even stay on her feet; her waist gave out, and she slumped down, her entire body shuddering as she let out a wet cry.
Looking at Pamela’s face… was she doing this on purpose?.
She had this predatory, lingering gaze, as if she were licking every inch of Marie’s trembling limbs.
Every time a moan filled the room, the corners of Pamela’s mouth curled with satisfaction.
From an outsider’s perspective, they looked like they were in the middle of a heated sexual act. It was definitely getting me worked up.
However, just beyond them, Nico was in a world of her own, staring at her measurement notes and wrestling with the fabric.
One moment she was marking lines with some tool I didn’t recognize, and the next she started hacking away at the cloth with broad, rough cuts.
”Larry, can you stand right here for me?” Nico asked.
The lewd sparring match didn’t seem to register with her at all. She made me stand in the center of the room, pressing the fabric against various parts of my body and marking it up.
”Hey… did you get a bit bigger?” Nico asked.
”I don’t know. I haven’t measured lately,” I replied.
”My own height is going up, but your shoulders are still getting higher than mine,” Nico said.
As she said that, Nico rested her chin on my shoulder from behind.
I was already half-cocked from watching the other two spar, and now Nico’s body was pressed firmly against my back, our cheeks brushing.
”I wonder if you’ll get as big as Hans-san,” Nico whispered.
Every time she spoke, the sweet scent of her breath hit my nose.
(God… would it be okay if I touched her?)
”By the time Big Bro had his coming-of-age ceremony, he had already surpassed Iffens-niisan,” I said.
”So you won’t get that big then,” Nico replied.
Suddenly, Nico pulled away.
My hand, which had already started reaching out to stroke her backside, ended up grasping at thin air.
”I can’t… stop… no… waaah!” Marie cried.
Her skin flushed a deep pink, Marie twisted her body in agony and ecstasy, a thread of drool even leaking from her half-open mouth.
She had the face of someone who would climax if you so much as flicked her n**ple.
”I suppose that’s her limit,” Pamela said.
When Pamela finally let go, Marie collapsed into a heap on the floor.
Nico gave her a brief glance but didn’t seem to care, instead turning her attention back to draping fabric over my lower body.
”Nico, are we almost done?” I asked.
”Just a little more,” Nico replied.
Nico pushed forward with her work, completely oblivious to my semi-erect state.
”You’re working hard, considering you might have been killed if things had gone differently,” Pamela remarked.
It was true. If that guard hadn’t spotted her, or if I hadn’t been able to recognize Nico’s clothes…
Based on those thugs’ testimony, she would have undoubtedly been sold to a slave trader—or just murdered—after they were done playing with her.
”But I’m alive. That’s why I want to live my life with everything I’ve got,” Nico said.
I thought she was just hyper-focused on the tailoring, but she responded to Pamela’s words immediately.
She really was a remarkably strong-willed girl.
”Hey, Pamela… are there really that many noble children like that brat?” I asked.
”No, most of them are quite serious. That was likely just the result of a lingering ‘bad custom,’” Pamela replied.
”Bad custom?” I asked.
According to Pamela, a noble’s destiny is to kill in order to maintain order.
They kill the criminals who disturb the peace of the domain; they kill those who try to usurp their status; and on the battlefield, they must kill both directly and indirectly.
If you aren’t used to killing, your judgment dulls. If you can’t act swiftly, you risk your own life.
Because of that, beheading a death row convict on the day of one’s coming-of-age ceremony is a Rite of Passage³.
Even now, many noble houses carry it out as a tradition.
When Lieutenant Louise of the Golem Battalion first enlisted, she accidentally crushed a young enemy soldier underfoot.
She couldn’t shake the trauma, and it started delaying her mission performance.
I once peeked into a memory where her Major, seeing this as a problem, forced her to execute a line of wounded, useless enemy soldiers just to make sure she wouldn’t hesitate in the future.
They call it the Ten-Man Slaughter⁴ tradition, and this brat’s behavior might be something similar.
”However, toxic religious influences have crept into it. Some doctrines claim that ‘heathens’ aren’t even human,” Pamela explained.
”That escalates into a Rite of Passage where they kidnap a heathen girl, r**ape her, and then finally kill her. Such things still exist in certain circles,” Pamela added.
The story made me want to puke.
”The thrill of violating a woman and the thrill of murder fuse together, becoming an addiction they can never forget,” Pamela said.
”There have been plenty like that throughout history. Just like that boy you roughed up,” Pamela concluded.
”We have stories like that in Kiridal too, I reckon,” Marie added, having finally managed to sit up.
”And they aren’t even banned there. One of the reasons Southern Bohemia joined the Kingdom of Schuberitz without a fight was because the people wanted to get away from a country with customs like that,” Marie explained.
”I suppose if you’re in a position where murder is legal, those abnormal kinks just keep growing,” Pamela mused.
”But he was a second son. Does that still count?” I asked.
”A second son is raised as a ‘spare’ for the eldest. They get the same education and treatment as a high noble—at least until the eldest’s heir is born and turns eight,” Pamela said.
That was a grim thought in its own right.
Being pampered and worshipped until that age, only to be tossed out as a commoner.
”Larry, thanks. I can handle the rest from here,” Nico said.
As if putting an end to the dark conversation, Nico announced that she was finished with me.
”I’m a little parched,” Pamela said.
Marie and Nico both nodded in agreement.
”Well then, Nico, I’m borrowing your pot,” Marie said.
To my surprise, Marie volunteered to make tea.
Well, “making tea” just meant dumping water and leaves into a Magic Pot and bringing out some cups, but still.
”Larry, boil the water for me, yeah?” Marie asked.
”Yeah, yeah,” I replied.
I boiled the water, and we took a short breather.
”Um… is it really impossible to fix a noble son’s… ‘proclivities’?” Nico asked.
Nico, who I thought had tuned out the conversation, asked Pamela tentatively.
”Who knows? Perhaps you should ask a man about that,” Pamela replied.
What was with that mischievous glint in Pamela’s eyes?.
”Say, Larry… your own kinks are pretty out there too, aren’t they?” Pamela asked.
What the hell was this delinquent Elf trying to pull?.
”Did you know? This guy apparently loves it when girls use their mouths on him,” Pamela teased.
I felt the burning stares of both Nico and Marie instantly.
(Wait… is she pulling this from my memories of the adult videos from my previous life?!)
Come to think of it, I’d heard that oral s*x was considered a perversion until the early Showa era.
Was it a deviant act in this world, too?
”On top of that, he apparently likes to tie women up so they can’t move and toy with them,” Pamela continued.
”What do you think? Being tied up and forced to take him in your mouth… could you two handle that?” Pamela asked.
(Ah… no, wait… that’s not…!)
In my actual experience, I’d only ever had my wrists loosely tied with a necktie one time for a bit of roleplay.
It was just for the “mood,” you know?!
Besides, I’m supposed to be a fourteen-year-old boy! Physically, at least!
No matter how fast I’m growing, there’s no way I’d have fixations like that!
She’s lying! Pamela is totally lying!.
Since neither Nico nor Marie knew I was a Reincarnated Person, I prayed I could just bluff my way through.
I couldn’t say it out loud, but I pleaded with my eyes as hard as I could.
”It’s no big deal, I reckon,” Marie said. “I love Larry, so if that’s what he wants, I’ll do it for him.”
Wait, what?!
”Me too,” Nico chimed in. “If Larry says he wants it… I mean, it’s just the mouth, right? If it’s Larry’s, I don’t mind at all.”
(Nico-san, are you just saying that because you don’t want to lose to Marie?! You don’t have to force yourself!)
I mean, it’s not like I don’t want to do it… I just didn’t think we were there yet.
”Oho, you two are quite bold. But you know… he also said he wants to try the back door,” Pamela smirked.
You shitty Elf!.
Did you literally watch every single video in my memory bank last night?!
This time, the look in Nico and Marie’s eyes changed. It wasn’t just shock anymore—it was genuine disgust.
”That’s… a bit much,” they said in perfect unison.
”Ah, no! I don’t have that kind of hobby! In the first place, I have some really traumatic memories involving the anus!” I yelled.
”You’ve… done it before? Don’t tell me… with Teressa-sama?!” Nico asked.
”No! That’s not it! It’s, uh… well, it’s… I had a terrible bout of diarrhea once! My butt hurt so bad from wiping too much! That’s all!” I shouted.
The two of them didn’t even bother to hide their blatant suspicion.
Pamela, you absolute bastard!.
”Well, now that we’ve had our little rest, Larry… let’s do some Kumite,” Pamela said.
Pamela approached me with a massive, shit-eating grin.
I wanted to deck her so badly, but I managed to restrain myself.
(Just what the hell kind of memories were you looking at?!) I asked via Telepathy.
(Well, I was told to investigate what kind of things you like, Larry. I was simply following orders,) Pamela replied.
(By Henrietta-san?!) I asked.
(Who else would it be?) Pamela teased.
”Alright, let’s go!” Pamela shouted.
Returning to her physical voice, Pamela flooded me with a surge of Mana Control⁵ that defied imagination.
(If it’s only this much…!)
The second I tried to fire back with everything I had, the flow from her suddenly cut to a trickle, making it impossible for me to push my Mana into her.
(There are techniques like this too, you know,) Pamela whispered in my mind.
The Mana did not simply pass through my entire body.
Instead, it formed a specific current before eventually returning through my right hand as it always did.
(Hmm, so it wasn’t here after all…)
Then, the flow shifted.
It still entered through my left hand, but the Mana began to swirl primarily around my head.
(This feels disgusting.)
(I see, so this was wrong too. Well, then…)
”Ah!”
The energy surged from my bladder straight into my groin before cycling back.
A rhythmic, wet pulsing sensation rushed over me, as if I were being handled.
”Stop it… It’s getting big.”
”It must feel good, I reckon. You’re allowed to let it go, you know,” Pamela said.
”Don’t be an idiot,” I replied.
”You could just have those two over there take it in their mouths,” Pamela added.
”Like hell I could!” I shouted.
I concentrated, forcibly shifting the entry point on my left hand just a fraction.
”That’s cheating, y’know,” Pamela said.
Pamela made a bitter face, but I wasn’t joking—I had been a hair’s breadth away from finishing.
”Is this… what you call the ‘Meridians⁶‘ or the ‘Collaterals⁷‘ of the hand?” I asked.
”You’re sharp. That’s exactly right,” Pamela replied.
I tried to force the Mana out from the base of my pinky where I’d received it, but it wouldn’t move.
”It’s no use. You can’t do it. Don’t you see why?” Pamela asked.
(???)
”What I poured into you wasn’t a ‘Dimer⁸,’ but a ‘Trimer⁹.’ For someone of your level, a Dimer is small enough to move through the body with relative freedom, but a Trimer… it can only move along the tracks of the Meridians and Collaterals,” Pamela explained.
I hadn’t even realized she was flowing Trimer into me.
”That girl you want to fix… likely, if it’s Trimer, there might actually be a chance of curing her,” Pamela said.
Had this Elf been peeping into my thoughts about Yutia?
Yutia was a maid who had come to the Fee family with my sisters-in-law, and she had been such a bright, capable girl.
Soon after arriving, she was struck by a high fever that had seemingly damaged her nerves.
Her muscles were locked in pathological tension, making it impossible for her to walk right, and her face remained perpetually contorted.
Despite that, she worked her heart out, and since I’d happened to be the one to show her the ropes, I’d been obsessing over whether Mana could fix her.
”So, I can’t save Yutia on my own?” I asked.
”Who knows? I wouldn’t say the ‘medical treatments’ from your previous world are impossible with Mana,” Pamela replied.
”Then if I take Pamela to the village, is there a chance? The village Elves said they couldn’t do anything,” I said.
”That Elf probably had their own specialties and blind spots. I can’t say for sure,” Pamela replied.
With that, she finally let go of my hand.
”Is it… is it over already-daka?” Marie asked.
”Yeah. I guess I’ll let you off the hook for today,” I said.
This Elf… her attitude was so arrogant I almost wanted to ask if she was really a slave.
But I had gained a lot of information.
Wait, there was one thing I forgot to ask.
”Pamela-san,” I whispered.
”What? You’re creeping me out,” Pamela replied.
She clearly didn’t like me whispering, but I didn’t care.
”Marie… she hasn’t, you know, developed the ability to read minds, has she?” I asked.
”No idea,” Pamela said.
”I mean, after passing that much Mana, I figured her level might have spiked,” I added.
”Check for yourself,” Pamela replied.
If I could do that, I wouldn’t be asking.
Even during our life in the village, I never used that much Mana Control¹⁰ during Kumite¹¹ with Marie.
If I clumsily let too much flow and she leveled up into a telepath, this woman would become dangerous.
”Just tell me,” I pressed.
”I told you, I don’t know. My business here is done. I’m going back,” Pamela said.
The damn Elf left the room without a straight answer.
In her place, Darina walked in.
”Marie-sama, the Principal Professors have just officially ordered our departure for the Royal Capital,” Darina said.
”I see. And when are we leaving-daka?” Marie asked.
”We’re to take the morning carriage tomorrow to the lower station, then transfer to another carriage for the Capital,” Darina explained.
”Understood. Let’s get ready-mai,” Marie said.
Marie left the room too, leaving me alone with Nico.
She was still feverishly sewing my uniform, and there wasn’t a single opening to talk to her.
Because Pamela had been messing with my lower half, the seeds of desire were blooming.
But I couldn’t exactly leave Nico here to go make Pamela take responsibility for what she started.
The final resort was taking matters into my own hands, but I couldn’t do that right in front of Nico.
”What are we doing for dinner?” I asked.
”I’m not hungry. Go by yourself,” Nico replied.
A cold response.
I had no choice but to head to the dining hall alone, where naturally, no one spoke to me.
After eating, I had them pack some bread, dried meat, and potato salad for Nico to take back.
The next morning, I woke up while it was still pitch black.
With the winter solstice less than a week away, the sun was taking its sweet time.
On the table, the magic lamps flickered with a weak, dying light.
Beside them, Nico had fallen asleep facedown.
The room was freezing, despite the smoldering embers in the fireplace.
I picked up the hardworking girl in a princess carry, moved her to my bed, and tucked her in.
I shoveled out the ash, tossed in fresh logs, and sparked them with a Fireball¹².
By that light, I changed my clothes.
There was something I’d been thinking about since last night.
I needed to build physical stamina.
Last night, out of boredom, I’d been charging the Giant Amber with Mana, and it was surprisingly draining.
At first, it was fine, and the Mana slid in easily.
But as it filled, the resistance built.
Once it was near capacity, you had to strain until your face was purple just to shove more in.
Major the Golem User and Lieutenant Louise both had the physiques of trained soldiers.
I suspected that Mana capacity might be tied to physical fitness.
Maybe I’ll be sentenced to a beheading at the trial.
But if that was my fate, I wanted to live as a man until the blade fell.
I laced up the combat sandals I’d used at Vod Fortress and threw on the ragged clothes I’d brought from the village.
I started running laps inside the school fence.
One lap was maybe 1.5 kilometers.
As I ran, the horizon began to bleed light.
On my second lap, passing the front garden, I saw a familiar old man beckoning to me.
The iron gates were still locked, so I was safe for the moment.
”Um… can I help you?” I asked.
My heart was thumping.
I approached the terrifying Helmut Vogt, Nico’s grandfather.
”Take this,” Helmut said.
He shoved my robe—the one I’d left at Nico’s house—through the iron bars.
”Oh… thank you. For coming all this way,” I said.
I took it, and the old man turned and left without another word.
I wondered what happened; did he have a change of heart because I helped Nico?
Knowing the terror he was capable of, I couldn’t bring myself to trust him.
When I returned to the room with the robe, Nico was awake and back at the sewing machine.
”I just saw your grandfather at the gate. He gave me this,” I said.
Nico paused for a fraction of a second, glanced at me and the robe, and then went right back to work.
”Don’t you have something to say?” I asked.
”Next time I go home, I’ll thank him,” Nico replied.
She kept sewing as if nothing had happened.
I did a few shaky rounds of radio calisthenics, then knocked out sit-ups and push-ups until the sweat was pouring off me.
Say what you want, but a young body is a miracle.
The rest of the day was quiet.
I saw Darina and Marie off at the entrance as they headed for the station.
I did some standard sparring with Pamela.
Nico never stopped sewing.
In the evening, Marie brought over a bed she’d broken down and set it up right next to mine.
”I’m sleeping here starting tonight-dade,” Marie said.
”Why?” I asked.
”My attendant is gone-dade. It can’t be helped-gaya,” Marie replied.
It was a terrible excuse, but she moved in anyway.
Even Nico seemed to accept it as inevitable.
I’m wound pretty tight… I really want to do something tonight.
But Nico is definitely going to be sleeping right there too.
Two vibrant girls within arm’s reach, and I can’t touch either of them.
Seriously, what the hell?
The next morning, the old man was at the gate again.
This time, he handed me a coin purse, saying I’d need it for expenses, and told me to give it to Nico.
”Nico, your grandfather… I think he just wants you to notice him,” I said.
”It’s fine. Just leave him be,” Nico replied.
By evening, my uniform was done.
I realized I didn’t have decent shoes, so I sprinted to the school store to buy a pair.
Aside from the Rookie Welcome Party tonight, my mundane life was coming to a close.
The main gate was left wide open tonight for the guests.
Carriages with tasteful decorations from across the territory were lining up at the entrance.
Among them, a stark, pitch-black carriage with no ornamentation rolled in.
The horses pulling it were massive, their black coats shimmering over bulging muscles.
The coachman was a giant of a man with a frame like a brick wall.
This carriage felt different—colder.
It came to a halt, and from the darkness of the interior, two massive shadows stepped down.
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Summary:
Larry returns to his room only to find Marie and Pamela lounging on his bed while Nico prepares his uniform. The atmosphere shifts from playful sparring to a grim discussion about the dark, violent rites of passage prevalent in the noble society. Pamela exposes Larry’s modern sexual preferences to the girls, leading to a comedic yet awkward confrontation
Moving through a period of intense magical and physical preparation, the narrator navigates a tense domestic environment while bracing for an upcoming trial. After a provocative mana-flow lesson from Pamela, he focuses on self-improvement through rigorous exercise and mana-charging experiments. The sudden departure of his allies for the capital and the arrival of a mysterious black carriage at the academy gates signal a shift toward a new confrontation
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Trivia:
- The mention of Hans-san and Iffens-niisan suggests a family lineage with high physical standards
- The ‘Ten-Man Slaughter’ implies a specific military training method used to desensitize soldiers
- Larry’s internal monologue about AV indicates his previous world’s influence on his ‘deviant’ tastes
- The narrator’s specific reference to ‘radio calisthenics’ implies a modern Japanese background
- The mechanical resistance felt when filling the Giant Amber with mana suggests an ‘overflow’ or ‘pressure’ mechanic in the magic syste
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Character Insight:
Nico demonstrates extreme psychological resilience, prioritizing her craft and survival over the surrounding lewdness. Pamela reveals a cunning, manipulative side by using Larry’s memories as social leverage. Marie shows a surprising level of political awareness by protecting her companions from her family’s noble fallout.
The narrator is showing increased fatalism and determination, choosing to ‘live as a man’ even if beheading is imminent. Marie’s move into the narrator’s room highlights her possessiveness or lack of social boundaries, while Nico’s silent diligence suggests deep internal conflict or loyalty to her task over her own comfort.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Pamela – An ageless elf, childlike in stature yet ancient, dons white Gothic‑Lolita garb and a wide‑brimmed hair ornament that hides her pointed ears and half her face. She is Henrietta’s slave and companion, wielding telepathy and mind‑reading. Possessing tiny size but vast mana, she practices Dwarf‑style Kumite and trains the protagonist daily under Henrietta’s command.
• Marie – Fifteen-year-old Novakova, a high-spirited noblewoman and Weasel of Bohemia, shares a striking resemblance to Isabella and Nico. A competitive freshman ranked second, she wears a comical floral belt-hairpiece and a school uniform. Though she feigns a cynical, territorial demeanor and teases Larry relentlessly to mask their secret affair, she is fiercely protective of her inner circle, shielding Nico with hidden affection.
• Nico – A silver-haired former head maid and skilled tailor, she now manages the school laundry. Petite and serious, she wears a maid outfit adorned with a floral hairpiece. Haunted by a traumatic kidnapping, she is insecure yet strong-willed. She protects Larry, with whom she shares a complex romantic bond, while clashing with Marie. A diligent Village Head Fee member, she balances blunt scolding with hidden warmth.
• 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.
• Henrietta – A brilliant, eccentric academy researcher and supervisor specializing in golems, she sports a striking Gothic Lolita style—often in a messy two-piece outfit—with a high collar, patterned gloves, disheveled hair, and a generous bust. Her predatory intellectual intensity masks a deeply affectionate, teasingly sisterly bond with the protagonist, Larry, whom she mentors with nonchalant disregard for social taboos; she once used a confession agent on him, owns a slave named Pamela, and lives with chaotic, unapologetic devotion to ancient magic and her own unconventional ethics.
• Manuela – A shy student with long black hair from the Harritz territory. She failed her local magic school’s exam and now attends Bizan.
• Darina – Thirteen‑year‑old from Barsheni Village, dressed in a maid’s uniform, is labeled by Larry as a potential Complex‑type medical Mage. She gathers spider silk, wields strong Complex‑type Mana, serves Marie as her attendant, and also acts as an official delivering orders from the Principal Professors about the move to the Royal Capital.
• Larry – Red‑white skinned, curly bronze‑haired 14‑year‑old with bronze eyes, now Level‑3 mana user and Special Recommendation at Bizan Magic School. He wears an oversized academy uniform, towers over peers, bears a fractured “glass heart” and adult memories. Married to Nico, linked to Monica & Teressa, former slave‑soldier of Militia Unit 303, suspected Fifth Sage, carries the Viscount’s Holy Sword, wields fire and Mana Drain, and is called Danna‑sama by Louise.
• 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.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• 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.
• 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.
• Louise – A towering seven-foot-tall Lieutenant and former 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, making her taller than her mother and eldest brother by age eight. Clad in a pitch-black military uniform adorned with gold decorations, she commands respect with phantom-like physical prowess, capable of bucking riders off horses with ease, and is often seen shoving food into her mouth with insatiable appetite. Once a silent, hardworking squad leader who rose from Corporal through diligent service, she now retains deep, one-sided devotion for Larry, offering him her quarters upon his return, her obsession with procreation born of genuine, unreciprocated affection—still honored as a guest of honor at freshman orientation.
• Teressa – Blonde, short-haired village head with a golden-lashed, piercing blue gaze and a notably large bust, wearing a wool jacket over a split-button blouse—once tutored by Henrietta and formerly served by Nico as maid. Widow of former head Iffens, mother of Lyrica and Maria, pregnant with Larry’s child, sister-in-law to Monica, and close to Hans; lived with the family over four years. A Gothic Lolita in appearance, she’s steady yet vulnerable, motherly-alluring with a sharp-mischievous edge, and shares Mana with Larry—also a young Fee-family dream-visitor who later manifests in reality.
• Yutia – A hunched, muscularly distorted maid with fever‑scarred skin hidden under tangled hair serves the Getys household, tending livestock—especially Carpaccio—with quiet loyalty. Isolated by Larry’s rise and intimidated by Hans, she bonds deeply with the horses, gave Larry a braided hair charm, eats at the manor but stays emotionally distant. A young Getys woman, afflicted by abnormal muscle tension, recently shared her first intimate moment with Larry.
• Fee – Larry Fee Getys, middle name unknown, leads the Fee family — Larry, Hans, and Iffens — who govern Strock Village. Married into the Getys household, he presents a distinguished, cohesive presence. The family recently hired Nico as a maid for Teressa.
• Helmut – A large man with a flushed red face and a mane of white hair. He is the owner of the Vogt shop and the grandfather of Nico. He possesses an intimidating presence and is capable of incapacitating an opponent with a single blow. A large old man with a fierce temperament and the grandfather of Nico. He brandishes a magnificent two-handed sword used by the Royal Army and demonstrates lethal intent to protect his granddaughter’s future.
• Vogt – The Vogt family name, carried by Helmut and Nico. The family has business dealings with the Magic School regarding parchment supplies. The Vogt family name, carried by Nico and Helmut. The family operates a prominent paper and parchment shop located along the Danube River.
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