Volume 2 Chapter 16 Saluting
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The outdoor Rookie Welcome Party was just about to kick off.
The needlessly high doors of the administration building creaked open slowly, and a group of riders came storming in.
There were five of them in total.
Each rider brandished a spear-like weapon, their faces hidden behind cloth masks.
”The Magic School thinks they’re having a party? We’re gonna crush it!”
”If there are any fine babes, let’s snatch ’em and go!”
They screamed their provocations, galloping toward the courtyard where the party took up nearly a quarter of the space.
Isabella and Lieutenant Louise took off running immediately.
I recognized one of the voices in that shouting—looks like I’ll have to take responsibility for this mess.
I started running a beat behind Louise and the others.
I caught a glimpse of the bald General School Principal.
He was frozen solid, eyes bulging.
(Well, looks like you’re joining the ‘Heads are Gonna Roll’ club too, old man.)
I snapped my eyes forward just as Isabella was about to collide with the lead rider.
It was like watching a fever dream.
Isabella ducked the spear thrust, slipping through the razor-thin gap between the man and his horse.
In one fluid motion, she snatched the man off his mount—spear and all—and hurled him bodily at the next rider.
The impact sent the second horse into a panic, and it rolled over its rider.
She didn’t stop; she pulverized the two men on the ground, knocking them cold with a few choice blows.
She vaulted onto the back of the horse that had managed to stand, brandishing the stolen spear.
Dressed in her jet-black uniform, Isabella wrestled the beast into a pivot and began hunting down the remaining riders.
Lieutenant Louise was facing a frontal charge of her own.
It looked like she merely stepped aside, but the man passing her was suddenly bucked off as if struck by a phantom force, slamming into the dirt.
The rider behind him followed suit, flying off his saddle just as mysteriously.
Four riders were taken out in seconds by a woman fighting bare-handed.
(Is she a monster?)
But the last one was heading straight for me.
Even through the mask, I knew him—he was the one who had snatched Nikole before.
He leveled his spear, locking his sights on me.
I stopped and waited.
He’s coming.
The moment before we crossed paths.
(As long as he doesn’t put a hole through my brain, I can fix this…)
He must have thought the same; even in a Magic School with healers, a punctured skull is a death sentence.
He aimed right for my face at point-blank range.
Luck was on my side.
I ducked, and the spear veered—barely—before slamming into the dirt.
Actually, it didn’t miss entirely; a shallow cut opened on my left cheek, and my left ear was sliced wide open.
Blood began to spray.
””Shit!””
We both spat the word at the same time.
The rider didn’t stop; he crashed into the party venue and grabbed a girl by her hair.
It was the Showgirl Wannabe with the massive beehive style; she started screaming bloody murder.
He tried to maneuver his horse through the maze of tables to make an escape, but Isabella ran him down.
The casualty count for the Magic School? Just me and the Showgirl Wannabe.
She only had a scraped leg, but the psychological damage of her dress slipping and exposing her breasts to the crowd seemed to weigh on her more than the injury.
As for me, I had a real problem: there wasn’t a single official Medical Mage in sight.
Not from the school, not among the guests, not even among the parents.
Apparently, the heavy hitters were all at a conference in the Royal Capital and hadn’t returned yet.
The only person who could even pretend to treat me was Nikole-san, the ‘repeater’ student who’d given the speech earlier.
She’d been an assistant at the Linto Field Hospital during the Battle of Vod Fortress.
”Tch. It’s you,” Nikole said.
I tried to greet her politely, but the response was anything but.
”Wow, Nikole-san… I’m honored to be in your care again,” I said.
”You’re mocking me, aren’t you? Is the fact that I flunked a year that hilarious to you?” Nikole replied.
The woman absolutely reeked of alcohol.
Even though the intruders had been handled quickly, the party had just kept rolling as if nothing happened.
It seemed that in the time it took to realize there were no doctors, the only ‘assistant’ available had been busy drowning herself in ale.
”Not at all. It’s a tragedy you had to repeat,” I said.
”Liar. You heard it from the Principal, didn’t you? Fess up,” Nikole said.
”Did I? Ah, maybe I did… something like that,” I replied.
”Hmph. You’ve got a lot of nerve acting cute while you’re bleeding out. Hey!” Nikole said.
Honestly, I didn’t care who did it—I just needed the bleeding in my ear to stop.
I was losing a significant amount of blood.
”Are you even listening?” Nikole asked.
She downed a massive mug of ale right before starting the ‘surgery.’
”I’m listening! Can you please just stop the bleeding? I can’t even hear out of this side,” I said.
”You ask me for help and then tell me what to do? ‘Just stop the bleeding,’ he says…” Nikole replied.
This was going south; she was a nasty drunk.
I begged her one more time, and she finally seemed to find her professional spark—sort of.
”Fine, fine. Hey, gauze!” Nikole said.
I thought we were starting, but she had no help; no assistant to hand her tools, no disinfectant, nothing.
”What, nobody’s gonna help me? Whatever. You, keep your head down and stay still. Don’t move,” Nikole said.
I lowered my head as ordered, then I felt a liquid splash over me.
It wasn’t water or antiseptic; it was the ale she’d been drinking.
In this world, they don’t pasteurize beer; it’s basically a cocktail of live yeast and bacteria.
”I told you not to move! I’m using Mana¹ now!” Nikole shouted.
In the end, all she did was stop the bleeding—and then she had the audacity to charge me for it.
Apparently, repeating a year means your tuition and board come out of your own pocket.
Her family isn’t rich, so she’s hustling for every cent.
That felt like a warning; if I repeat a year, I’m screwed.
I need to actually study, or I’ll end up like her.
The only silver lining is that students are exempt from the Head Tax.
My ear, predictably, became a festering mess.
By the time an actual Medical Mage saw me days later, the flesh had healed wrong—split into two flaps like butterfly wings.
* * *
By the time my ‘treatment’ was done, the guards had hauled the intruders away.
Lieutenant Louise and Isabella returned to the venue.
”Auntie Isabella!” Marie shouted.
Marie practically tackled Isabella; looking at them side-by-side, I could see the resemblance.
Marie is only fifteen… is she going to grow up to be a Gorilla Woman too?
”Danna-sama, are you alright?” Louise asked.
The ‘Danna-sama’ title was still embarrassing, but I told her the bleeding had stopped and I was fine.
Then, the Principal summoned us to the ‘bigwig’ table.
There was our Principal, the Short-Stack Principal from the military academy, and the head of the Magic Scribes Guild.
The bald guy from the General School had apparently chased after his arrested students.
”What’s going to happen to those guys?” I asked.
The Short-Stack Principal answered instead.
”They drew weapons on people wearing the uniform of the Kingdom’s military. They’ll be lucky to get the death penalty. At worst, they’re looking at the slave pens,” the Principal said.
Just then, Nikole and a few girls in maid outfits brought over food and ale.
”What were you thinking, being so reckless?” Nikole whispered as she passed.
I couldn’t even look her in the eye.
”But that guy said he was the Crown Prince’s nephew,” I said.
”Do you have any idea how many siblings the Third Queen Consort has if you count the half-bloods?” the Principal asked.
The King has one sister, but I knew nothing about the Queen’s side. I just tilted my head.
”Eighteen. Which means there are over a hundred ‘nephews.’ They aren’t royalty. If there were a legitimate heir in that bunch today, their entire House would be facing total dissolution right now,” the Principal explained.
”All that just for drawing a blade on an officer?” I asked.
”Just a blade, he says…” The Short-Stack Principal sighed.
”In the field, an officer represents the Crown. To threaten a trusted officer is to threaten the Crown itself,” the Principal said.
”Besides, the value of these two women to the state is immeasurable,” the Principal continued.
”If the Golem Battalion² under Lieutenant Louise and the soldiers loyal to Second Lieutenant Isabella ever rallied, the only nobles who could stand against them would be the Duke or Marquis Sabaski—and only because the Marquis has a Sage in his pocket,” the Principal said.
I didn’t know much about Sabaski, but the Golem Battalion³ was the Kingdom’s ‘Hidden Blade.’
The Kingdom wouldn’t trade these two powerhouses for a few spoiled brat nobles.
”I think you understand now,” the Short-Stack said, nodding at my expression.
”Does that mean my suspension is lifted?” I asked.
”Not a chance,” our Principal snapped.
”The situation we just discussed was ‘Stupid Noble Brats vs. The Military.’ Your situation is ‘Stupid Noble Brat vs. A Commoner.’ You’re still at a disadvantage,” the Principal said.
So that was the play; the ‘Head-lopping’⁴ was still hanging over my neck.
”What’s this about Danna-sama being suspended?” Louise asked, finally looking up from her food.
”You’ve been calling him that for a while now… what exactly is your relationship?” our Principal asked.
”It is the divine guidance of Major Sonya,” Louise said, pulling me into a side-hug that nearly crushed my ribs.
The onlookers immediately looked away, suddenly finding their drinks very interesting.
”Whatever,” the Principal sighed. “Larry had a run-in with some General School kids—including one of the idiots from today. Larry threw a punch. The other side was in the wrong, but they’re noble-born. Now we’re waiting for a trial in the Royal Capital. Until the summons comes, Larry is under house arrest on campus,” the Principal said.
”What?! I rented the most expensive room in town, and Danna-sama can’t even stay the night?!” Louise shouted.
It felt like destiny was determined to keep me and Louise from getting any ‘quality time.’
”Then there’s no rule against me staying in Danna-sama’s dorm room tonight, is there, Principal?” Louise pressed.
”Absolutely not,” Marie cut in. “Larry already has a roommate.”
”Then do you have a guest room?” Louise pushed.
At the word ‘roommate,’ I saw the Principal’s temple twitch.
”Before we go any further, could you explain the nature of your relationship in detail?”
Louise was initially serious, though it had started as a seemingly capricious comment from Commander Major Sonya⁵.
Since I showed no sign of rejecting her, it seemed that after meeting several times on the battlefield, she came to believe I was the only one for her.
(Was it the suspension bridge effect⁶?)
”I’ve never met a man who didn’t recoil from a clumsy, plain woman like me. I decided then that it had to be him. I have no master-no husband-other than Larry-sama.”
To a guy who spent his previous life in middle management, an awkward but sincere girl like her looks like a literal goddess.
Looks are a distant second.
”Man, you have one hell of a wide strike zone,” Isabella said, looking at me in genuine shock.
”Well, if that’s the case, I suppose it can’t be helped.”
With that, the Principal agreed to let us use her office for a single night.
I recalled there being a canopy bed tucked away in the back left of the room for resting.
The guest rooms were all occupied by VIPs, and the spare dorm rooms had been turned over to the parents of the new students for the night.
There was nowhere else to go.
* * *
That night.
She was a virgin, but she was ready for me.
I held Louise, a woman of rippling muscle and a height difference of nearly a foot between us.
Despite it being her first time, she didn’t just lie there like a dead fish.
She was frantic and earnest, trying her best to please me in every way she could.
Because we could both read each other’s thoughts, there was absolutely nowhere to hide.
Of course, her professional memories were shielded by a light mental barrier-not nearly as thick as the Major’s-but I didn’t even try to look.
I simply surrendered my heart to the overwhelming, single-colored emotion of her love for me.
She likewise made no move to scrutinize my past, choosing only to touch the feelings I held in the moment.
After the second round, she grew bolder, seeking out caresses enhanced by Mana Weaving.
She took delight in even the roughest sensations, and in her peaks of joy, she would squeeze me with that incredible physical strength.
I honestly thought I was going to pass out-literally.
The next morning, as the winter solstice drew near, we woke to a late, lingering sun.
As we were dozing together, Isabella came to collect her.
After one last, long kiss, Louise slipped a large ring onto my left ring finger.
”This was crafted from amber found near my family’s home. Try flowing some Mana into it.”
I did as she asked, and the amber in the ring pulsed with a crimson light.
Usually, high-grade amber capable of storing Mana is only found much further to the east.
The stuff near her home was typically scrap amber, too small to hold a charge.
However, someone discovered that if you worked it just right, it would glow.
Now, it’s a local specialty.
”It’ll break if you push too much Mana into it. It’s really just a toy to make glow every now and then.”
”I get it. I’ll light it up sometimes and think of you, Louise.”
(Maybe that was a bit too cheesy…)
Overcome with emotion, Louise lunged at me for a hug, and once again, I thought I was going to meet my maker.
* * *
Waiting for them was a jet-black, unadorned carriage pulled by two horses with long, glossy black manes.
This was the transport they had arrived in.
As they prepared to depart, I gave a salute.
Louise walked back over, telling me my form was off, and adjusted the angle of my palm and elbow.
”Husband… when our children are grown, let us meet again.”
They say women who can manipulate Mana have total control over conception and contraception.
Louise clearly wanted children.
I wondered if she had conceived during our two rounds last night.
Still, “when the children are grown”… I wondered how many years away that would be.
Despite her rugged face and muscular frame, her smile was undeniably cute.
Just before boarding after Isabella, she turned back one last time.
Seeing that I was still holding the salute, she straightened her spine and returned a sharp, professional salute of her own.
I kept it up until the black carriage carrying the two tall women passed through the main gates.
(A salute, huh? I’m not in the Militia anymore, but I still find myself admiring that world just a little bit.)
* * *
After seeing them off, I returned to my room to find Marie and another woman I didn’t recognize sleeping in my bed.
”Marie, where’s Nico-chan?”
”She said she was headin’ to the laundry and hopped on out,” Marie said.
She’s already started her part-time job?
I need to step it up too.
But more importantly, who is this woman in my bed?
”And who’s this?”
”She’s the girl with the bottom-of-the-barrel grades. She says ’cause of Larry, she had to flash her tits in front of everyone, so she’s demandin’ you take responsibility,” Marie explained.
(Man, what a headache…)
The fact that she hasn’t moved despite our talking… is she dead to the world?
In my room?
Fine, whatever.
”Huh. Anyway, shouldn’t you have seen Isabella off?”
”I said my goodbyes to the old lady yesterday. Wait, was she here this mornin’ to get the Vice-Commander?” Marie asked.
According to Marie, Isabella visits the territorial capital quite often for one reason or another, so she didn’t feel the need for a formal send-off.
”Right. Well, I’ve got things to do.”
I gave Marie a non-committal answer when she asked where I was going and slipped out.
I’d much rather wander the school grounds than get cornered by that wannabe-hostess.
I decided to head over to Henrietta-san’s.
After ending up with Louise last night, I’d essentially stood her up on our arrangement.
I figured I should at least show my face.
When I got to her dorm, Pamela told me she had already headed to the lab.
”Good morning…”
The lab door was unlocked, so I called out and stepped inside.
The room wasn’t large to begin with, and with shelves crammed full of miscellaneous junk, it was incredibly cramped.
I squeezed through the clutter to the back, where I found Henrietta-san.
She wasn’t in her Gothic Lolita gear today, but a plain two-piece outfit.
She was asleep on the workbench.
And not just asleep-she was spread-eagled, legs apart, with her skirt hiked up and her panties in plain view.
”Henrietta-san!”
I hesitated to wake her, but I couldn’t exactly leave now.
I called her name softly.
No reaction.
I tried again at a normal volume, and she curled onto her side.
”Henrietta-san, wake up. You’ll catch a cold.”
I grabbed her arm through her sleeve and gave her a shake.
”Mmm… wha…?”
”Don’t ‘wha’ me. You’re going to get sick,” Larry said.
She’s clearly not a morning person.
I shook her again.
”Ah… Larry-kun? Larry? Ah! You bastard!”
Her hazy eyes snapped into focus, and the atmosphere immediately turned sour.
”How dare you stand me up on our night together? Do you have any idea how that looks for your supervisor?” Henrietta snapped.
She glared at me, wiping drool off her sleeve.
”And to choose that… that mountain of a woman over me!”
So she knew about my night with Louise.
”I am truly sorry. There were… circumstances.”
At this point, all I could do was grovel.
”Circumstances? Affairs? I don’t care! To lose to someone like her… my pride is in absolute tatters!” Henrietta yelled.
(I felt a flash of annoyance at her calling Louise “someone like her,” but I bit my tongue.)
”Look, you seem exhausted. You fell asleep in a place like this.”
”That’s right! And when I’m exhausted, that’s exactly when I want a quick bang to clear my head!” Henrietta exclaimed.
(Wait, a “bang”? She has to be joking. I’ll just play along and pivot.)
”I get it, I really do. But don’t you have work to do?”
”Ngh… right. I listened to Professor Pauman’s lecture, and there’s something I need to verify.”
Nice. Topic successfully changed.
She had gone to the conference to hear her idol, Professor Pauman, speak about magical artifacts found in the East-things previously thought impossible in the West.
”The theory is that you might be able to pilot a Golem even if you aren’t a Mage. Isn’t that wild?”
Perfect. We are officially off the topic of my s*x life.
”Does that mean Golem-user Mages are going to be out of a job?”
”Hmm, who knows? That’s what I want to find out. By the way, Larry, have you ever operated a Golem?” Henrietta asked.
”Only once, but-“
Crap. My guard was down.
”Where?”
Henrietta-san lunged forward and snatched my hand.
”Oho… The Golem Battalion⁷ Vice-Commander’s Type-95 Modified⁸? And you moved it on the first try? Incredible. No wonder the Emperor recommended you personally.”
She read me like a book in a split second.
Well, it was bound to come out eventually.
Then, she flashed me a predatory, ear-to-ear grin.
(I haven’t forgotten about last night, you know. I’m putting that on your tab. Consider it a very… large… debt⁹.)
Telepathy.
(Understood.)
I replied the same way.
”Excellent. Now, get down to the commissary. I need a hundred sheets of plain paper, two rolls of magic wire, and a full set of goblin neural circuits. Right now. Here’s the lab pass; just show them this. Get moving!” Henrietta ordered.
”Yes, ma’am!” I answered out loud, nearly saluting myself.
I’d heard that apprenticing under a researcher was basically the same as being a gopher.
I guess this is what they meant.
I hurried out of the room.
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Summary:
Intruders on horseback disrupt the Magic School’s welcome party, leading to a violent clash where Isabella and Louise showcase overwhelming military prowess. Larry sustains a permanent ear injury from a spear graze and receives questionable treatment from a drunken Nikole Yan. The political fallout reveals Larry’s precarious social standing despite the backing of high-ranking officers
Larry navigates a bittersweet morning as Louise departs for her military duties. Their intimate night has forged a deep telepathic and emotional bond, leaving Larry with a glowing amber ring as a memento. Henrietta intercepts him shortly after, reading his mind to discover his secret proficiency with Golem operation
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Trivia:
- The ‘Showgirl Wannabe’ refers to a specific sub-culture archetype of hostesses (cabaret girls) in modern Japan, transposed into fantasy.
- Nikole Yan’s history at Linto Field Hospital implies a darker, more experienced background than her ‘repeater’ status suggests.
- The amber ring functions as a low-level Mana battery only after being processed.
- The ‘bottom-tier grade girl’ is leveraging Larry’s previous accidental indiscretion for social or material gain
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Character Insight:
Louise displays a blatant disregard for social boundaries by calling Larry ‘Danna-sama’ in front of school officials, signaling she views her bond with him as superior to academic or noble hierarchy.
Louise has shifted from a battlefield acquaintance to a committed life-partner seeking to start a family. Henrietta has transitioned from a mentor to a ‘creditor’ who intends to exploit Larry’s unique talents for her research.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Isabella – Towering and muscular, the jet-black and gold-uniformed leader of the Weasels of Bohemia, now a Second Lieutenant in the Kingdom Army, commands respect with monstrous strength—capable of hurling a man and his horse—and masterful horseback spear combat. Her short, disheveled bob and a facial burn scar from Larry’s fireball mark her as a battle-hardened veteran. With a low, sour growl and aggressive presence, she dominates every room, especially as aunt to academy student Marie, whose connection earns her quiet admiration among mages and nobles alike, even as she sits among VIPs on the auditorium stage.
• 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.
• Nikole – Chulpan’s assistant, a Level‑3 Complex‑type mage demoted after failing credits, wears a rune‑etched coat and silver‑streaked shoulder‑length hair. A Nikole by lineage, she is a medical mage apprentice and repeating student who once dreamed of marrying Larry. She served at Linto Field Hospital during the Battle of Vod Fortress, now balances arcane study with healing duties while battling a heavy drinking habit that leaves her smelling of alcohol.
• Niko – An elderly, dignified former slave and ex-head butcher, now the oldest male servant of the Getys household, he addresses Larry as “Young Master,” encourages his rite of passage, and follows him from the Fee family estate. He drives the carriage, shovels snow, prefers the stable loft near the animals, and possesses deep knowledge of the local landscape and sugar beet business, his loyalty unwavering as he aids the family’s transition with quiet wisdom and steadfast service.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• 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.
• 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.
• Gorilla Woman – A towering, muscular mercenary of the Weasels of Bohemia, this aggressive woman dominates the village with her sheer presence and sharp insight into the value of mages.
• 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.
• Sabaski – Count Sabaski, the Fourth Sage, is a tall, silver‑haired noble famed for creating the world’s Agricultural‑system magic. He lectures at the Magic Academy, while his once‑great house, scarred by floods and epidemics along the Western Front, now relies on his guidance.
• Sonya – A petite, flat-chested Elf woman with a small frame and long lifespan, she serves as Ninth Commander of the 101st Golem Battalion, known as the Witch of the Black Forest, often wearing an oversized military cap; she wields telepathic empathy through touch, uses mana as a physical tool of dominance, and maintains a sadistic, triumphant dynamic in her intimate relationship with Louise.
• 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.
• Commander – A man leading the mercenary press-gang at the south gate.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
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