Volume 2 Chapter 18 New Year
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The student-only party had finally reached its climax.
Everyone was being introduced, and I found myself being teased more than I cared for. Some of the questions were outright offensive, but apparently, that was just part of the local flavor. Every first-year gets grilled with mean-spirited questions so the upperclassmen have something to joke about during future mixers.
After the roasting, the dancing began. Unlike the formal send-off dance back in Strock Village, this wasn’t a “pairs” affair. Instead, groups of two or more held hands to form a ring and whirled around. Apparently, only us hicks from the sticks didn’t know the steps, so I couldn’t join in. I didn’t have much interest in jumping into the circle anyway, so I stayed at the edge of the room, working my way through the buffet with Marie.
A few other first-years were acting as wallflowers just like me, but the students who were dancing had reached a bizarre level of hype, no doubt fueled by the booze.
After a while, the music stopped for a break, and the members of the orchestra swapped out.
”Should we head back soon?” I asked.
I’d eaten my fill, and the spectacle had been entertaining enough for one night. The crowd here intended to stay for the countdown and then dance until dawn, but the attendants who had been looking after the food and the venue had already cleared out. If they were gone, it meant Nico would likely be back at the room by now.
”I guess so-mon,” Marie replied.
She looked like she still wanted to soak in the festive atmosphere. The “old man” in me was feeling a bit tired, so I sat down and propped my elbows on the table, picking at a slice of sausage. That was when Manuela approached us.
”Marie, let’s dance!”
This girl and Marie used to be close, but because she was from the same hometown as the noble I’d had that “incident” with, Marie had ended up distancing herself.
”But…” Marie hesitated.
She was gallantly trying to suppress her excitement, looking like she was about to turn down the invitation from Manuela.
”You’ve had ‘I want to dance’ written all over your face for a while now,” I said.
I gave her a nudge on the back, but Marie was still wavering.
”It’s a festival. It’s fine,” I encouraged.
With one more push, she headed toward the dance floor, looking troubled yet pleased as Manuela pulled her by the hand.
Was the basic step of the dance just skipping? They held hands, skipping in circles to the left and right, sometimes even skipping while bent forward. Every so often, someone would let go and spin on the spot until they collapsed from either drunkenness or exhaustion, which only made the crowd cheer louder.
”I wonder what the ‘Hope of the First-Years’ is doing all by himself?”
Before I knew it, the Student Council President had approached with a mug in hand and was peering into my face.
”Nothing special. And I’m not the ‘Hope’ of anything,” I replied.
I’ve always been bad at dealing with “sunny” people. As I tried to turn my face away, she grabbed my hands, and a bridge of consciousness slammed into my mind.
(Hmm. Just as my Great-Uncle predicted. You’re a Reincarnated Person, aren’t you? A candidate for the Sages.)
I was careless. I tried to pull my hands away, but she gripped them with a strength that didn’t match her frame.
(It’s no use. Don’t think you can keep secrets in this school.)
With so many mind-readers around, I suppose I should have expected this.
(I don’t dislike a man who knows when to fold.)
If you can’t fight ’em, join ’em—or at least stop struggling. It’s the smarter move.
Wait… “Just as Great-Uncle predicted”? This girl is the fifth daughter of the current Marquis Sabaski…
(That’s right. I’m the fifth daughter of the current Marquis Sabaski, and the Fourth Sage, Earl Sabaski, is my Great-Uncle.)
Why would someone from such an elite bloodline come to a backwater Magic School like this?
(Shut up. Just because the bloodline is good doesn’t mean every kid comes out a winner.)
For a Marquis’s daughter, she was surprisingly self-aware. And blunt.
(Was that a compliment? It felt like an insult.)
So, what does Her Ladyship want with me?
(Why don’t you marry me?)
Whoa, hold on. Even in this world, bigamy—having more than one “Primary Wife” —is a legal nightmare, isn’t it?
(I assume you’re aware my Great-Uncle, the Fourth Sage, has no children?)
I definitely was not.
(If you, a candidate for the Fifth Sage, become my husband, the entire clan would jump at the chance to have my Great-Uncle adopt you. Even His Majesty the King wouldn’t object. You’d inherit the Earldom, and I’d be a Countess. As for your current wives, we’ll just have them “divorce” you for a bit and then bring them back. Your Primary Wife is only two years old, so she won’t even know what’s happening. And the other two? I’m sure they’d much rather be a noble’s concubines than struggling farmers in the middle of nowhere.)
She had a firm grasp on my family tree, but my answer was still “no.”
(You… you idiot!)
I’ll take “Idiot” for five hundred. Being a Village Head was enough of a headache; why the hell would I want to strap on the burden of nobility? Tax collection, money lending, getting dragged into border disputes like Hans-niisan… I want no part of it.
(This is why I can’t stand country bumpkins. My Great-Uncle is a “Titled Noble”—landless. No territory means no taxes, no policing, no bureaucratic chores. On top of that, the pension alone is four hundred Gold Coins a year for doing absolutely nothing. If you actually do your “job,” you can pull in hundreds more.)
Wait, what? A noble who doesn’t have to do anything? And four hundred Gold Coins? That’s roughly forty million yen a year just for existing.
(Are you for real? No work? That sounds incredible.)
(W-well, yes…)
Her mental voice faltered. She was definitely hiding something.
”Ah—no!” she shouted out loud, her actual voice ringing in my ear.
Too late. I traced the path of her thoughts back to the source.
(What is this?! A Titled Noble is basically a high-level lackey! You have to work! And the Fourth Sage—Earl Sabaski—is the Minister of Agriculture and Forestry? There are NO days off! National security work, “The Disciples” operations? The Disciples… like a domestic spy network?! Hell no! I’m staying a farmer!)
According to her memories, the Fourth Sage’s job was a nightmare. He created “The Disciples,” which didn’t just spread seeds for the agricultural university through the “Old Master”—it was a massive operation for controlling the flow of information across the country.
It all started to click.
(Hey! How deep are you planning to dig into my head?! Those are state secrets!)
”I thought you said secrets were impossible in this school?” I shot back mentally.
(That’s why I buried it in the deep layers! I figured if you just saw the data without the context, you wouldn’t realize how heavy it was!)
Fair enough. Very few people would have connected the dots, but her mental security was basically a screen door. I wouldn’t have even bothered diving that deep if she hadn’t tried to bait me with the “no work” lie. Besides, anyone who’s seen the “Old Master” in action would have smelled a rat, even without reading spy manga in a past life.
(You know too much now.)
”And whose fault is that? You’re the one who started the info-dump, Madam President. You’re the one who grabbed me.”
(Fine. There’s only one solution: Marriage.)
”You’re joking.”
(I’m not. Tomorrow, you’re sending divorce papers home. Got it?)
”Madam President, I’m not falling for it.”
The whole thing was too frantic to be real. I dug a little deeper. Her name was Christina Becker. She was the fifth daughter, sure, but she was the child of a maid the Marquis had “entertained” on a whim. She’d been forced to renounce her inheritance rights before she could even walk.
(…God, I hate Mana-users.)
”I don’t think you have much room to talk,” I replied.
Since we were both essentially reading each other’s minds, lying was a losing game. She knew I knew. She wasn’t raised as family; she was an accident the Marquis kept around out of obligation. But for a fleeting second, I saw a warm memory of the Fourth Sage doting on her when she was a child.
”Wait, I thought Louise was the one connected to the Fourth Sage?”
(That man is kind to everyone. Especially the ‘unfortunate’ kids. Louise-san was… well, she wasn’t much to look at as a kid, so I think he felt extra sorry for her.)
She knew Lieutenant Louise? Her memories didn’t have much else other than the fact that Louise’s mother came from the Sabaski line.
(Ugh, whatever. If you caught me, you caught me. Also, I was told to give you this.)
The President let go of my hands and pulled a wax-sealed letter from her cleavage.
”What’s this?” I asked, our physical connection broken, returning us to actual speech.
”My mother delivered it. It’s from the Fourth Sage, Earl Autumn von Sabaski,” said Christina.
Apparently, her mother still worked as a tailor at the Sabaski estate in the Capital. The Earl had gone out of his way to visit her shop just to hand off this letter for me.
So, the Fourth Sage knew I’d be coming here before I even set foot in the school.
Hold on.
I looked at the wax seal. It was stamped with the kanji “秋鯛” (Akisaba).
Is this guy serious? “Autumn Mackerel”? Please tell me the most powerful Sage in the kingdom doesn’t just use a fish pun as his personal seal.
I cracked the wax and unfolded the parchment.
”If you’d like to keep your head attached to your shoulders, come find me in the Royal Capital.”
One single line. Perfect vertical calligraphy. Written in Japanese.
Are you kidding me? There’s a massive amount of blank space left on this page. No address? No “Meet me at the clocktower at noon”? Just a vague threat?
Maybe he’s been in this world so long he forgot how to write Japanese properly? But the kanji he did use was actually pretty high-level… wait. He used the kanji for “Seek” (Tazune-yo 尋) instead of “Visit” (Tazune-yo 訪).
Was he trying to be an “intellectual” and messed up the character, or was he being a troll?
Whatever. I’ll worry about his spelling later. If this letter is for real, it means if I don’t do something, I’m headed for the chopping block.
”What’s wrong? Is it bad news?” asked Christina.
”Something like that,” I muttered, tucking the letter away. I wondered if I could use her to send a reply.
”EEK!”
A scream ripped through the air from the other side of the dance floor. Half the dancers faltered, but the music didn’t stop, and the rhythm slowly pulled them back in.
”Oh dear, it’s starting early this year,” Christina noted, glancing at the grandfather clock on the wall. She grabbed my hand again, pulling me toward the floor.
(I can’t send a reply for you. I won’t be heading to the Capital for a while myself. Try the school office—they’ll charge you a fortune, but they’re reliable.)
She’d read my mind again. Denied.
Before I could protest, I was led toward the dance floor. Once the dancing started, my head was too full of trying to figure out what to do with my hands and feet to worry about anything else.
I could no longer probe their hearts.
It seemed they were likewise focused entirely on the dance, their consciousness becoming unreadable.
Furthermore, others began to enter our circle.
But they were so lost in the rhythm that even when our skin brushed, our minds remained apart.
I couldn’t even manage Telepathy¹.
Yet, that sensation of “fun” was shared.
Strangely enough, even a social outcast like me found myself getting giddy, a smile spreading across my face.
And then, I understood the meaning of that scream from earlier.
To my surprise, they were actually doing it right there in the corner of the venue.
Was it a gang bang? Or some kind of consensual free-for-all?
A naked woman was sprawled on a table, surrounded by men and women in various states of undress.
Before I realized it, I was the only man left on the dance floor.
The music died down, and as I stood there panting, the Student Council President approached me.
”Why don’t you go over there too?” she asked.
”It’s important for men to build ‘human relationships’ with one another, you know.”
With those words, she gave me a push on the back.
(It’s not like I particularly wanted to have s*x, and I didn’t exactly have a burning desire to become ‘hole-brothers’ with my seniors…)
But, high on the wine and the dancing, I found myself meekly obeying.
I really didn’t want to do it. Truly.
”Oh, Larry-kun made it!” someone shouted.
”Romy, isn’t that nice?” said another.
”Another one of your favorites just arrived.”
”Since he’s here, wash her out,” a voice commanded.
”Nikole-paisen, it would be a shame if there were any lacerations, so give her some treatment.”
The woman lying naked on the table was a “mock-hostess” type.
Were the men surrounding her already “brothers”?
It seemed the women were taking the lead here rather than the men.
The flashy girl who had visited my room the other day began pulling off my pants.
Her breasts swayed as a drunken Nikole-san shoved her fingers into the girl’s hole to begin the “treatment.”
(There are massive ethical problems with this, but maybe it’s not a good look to be the only one sitting out at this point…)
As they egged me on, I became “brothers” with them.
* * *
When I opened my eyes, I was sleeping in a kotatsu.
My body felt like lead.
I forced myself up and flipped open a laptop.
What the hell is “X”?
It looked like Twitter… but the icon was a pattern I’d seen somewhere before.
There was a red notification dot with a number over the bell icon.
I clicked it.
”Happy New Year! Just grabbed some oden and rice balls at the convenience store. Let’s goooo!”
There was a heart icon, followed by a long line of other user icons.
What is this idiotic tweet?
Empty oden containers and rice ball wrappers were scattered next to the PC.
This is my house, isn’t it?
”No, it was your original house,” a voice said. “Now, it’s mine.”
That presence… Larry?
”That’s right,” said Larry. “We swapped bodies, and I’ve been over here for two years now. It’s been one struggle after another.”
”You… you’re living in Japan?” I asked.
”Yeah,” Larry replied. “When I came to, I was on the platform at Sannomiya Station. I don’t know how many times I had to dig through your memories just to find my way to this house.”
Regardless of my will, my right hand began moving, operating the laptop.
It seemed we were sharing a body capable of movement.
”Where did you learn to do that?” I asked.
”The internet? Or your memories, obviously,” Larry said.
As I listened to his story, he told me something unbelievable.
He was working at the hospital where I used to be employed.
How can a fourteen-year-old Children do my job?
I never thought I was doing work that just anyone could do, but apparently, he’s actually drawing a salary for it.
He said he’s still too scared to drive a car, but he’s managed to ride a bicycle.
Well… I guess that’s fine.
Larry has to make a living, too.
”Is it New Year’s Day over there, too?” I asked.
”Yeah,” Larry replied. “I’m supposed to be off until the 4th, but I’ll probably get called in.”
He’s not a doctor, but being on-call during the New Year holidays is par for the course.
”So, what’s the deal with Sister-in-law?” Larry asked.
He must have been curious; he was asking about Teressa.
”Do you remember that I married Monica’s daughter?” I said.
Larry remembered the few days after returning from the battle at Vod Fortress clearly.
But everything after that was a mess.
As I was summarizing the story for him, my vision started to swim.
Something was wrong.
”Sorry, Larry,” I muttered.
”You’re telling me,” Larry grumbled.
”This clunky body, this tiny d**k… Give me my body back…”
In the middle of that sentence, I felt myself drifting away from my original body and Larry’s consciousness.
* * *
”Larry, wake up! We’re going to get food!”
Nico was shaking me.
I see… so instead of one of us being absorbed, we actually swapped bodies.
I’m definitely the one who got the better end of the deal.
But I felt a wave of relief knowing I hadn’t just swallowed Larry’s personality whole.
Still, what a kid.
He’s taking over my job and getting paid for it just by using my memories.
It’s a real blow to my self-esteem.
But I can’t afford to get lost in thoughts about Larry.
If that letter from the Fourth Sage is the real deal, my life is in danger.
What should I do?
I think it over while getting ready for the Dining Hall.
First, I need to talk to the Principal.
Then, I need to write a response to the Fourth Sage.
”The office and the store are closed until the 3rd, you know,” said Nico.
Since that came from Nico, who works in the laundry, it’s bound to be true.
That means I can’t write the letter or see the Principal until the 4th.
Am I stuck until then?
(God, I hope a summons for the trial doesn’t show up on the 4th…)
The only thing I can do is draft the letter to the Sage.
I can’t afford to be sloppy; even if we’re both “Reincarnated Persons²,” the man is an Earl Autumn von Sabaski.
I have to use proper formal Japanese.
And I have to do it in a language I haven’t used in years.
Marie borrowed some paper and ink for me from Long Black Hair.
Now then.
Should the opening be “Thank you for your letter”?
What era was the Fourth Sage from back in Japan?
It’s only been a month since Larry left this body, but he said two years passed over there.
The timelines must be totally different.
He used some pretty complex kanji, so maybe he’s from the early to mid-Showa era?
I don’t think he’s from before then, but an “email-style” greeting might be too casual.
Maybe I should start with “Zenryaku” (Omitting the formalities).
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Zenryaku.
I have received your letter.
I also wish to meet with you as soon as possible; however, due to the aforementioned incident, I am currently under “kinshin³” (house arrest).
I am forbidden from leaving the school grounds and thus cannot visit you.
I apologize for the imposition, but is there any way you could lend me your assistance without a face-to-face meeting?
I am well aware of how selfish this request is, but I humbly ask for your continued favor in making the necessary arrangements.
Sou-sou (In haste).
To the Fourth Sage, Earl Autumn von Sabaski
January 4, 4001
Larry Fee Getys
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This works.
It’s good… but I can’t remember the kanji for “kinshin.”
And I’m not 100% sure about the “爵” in “Earl” (Hakushaku).
”Kinshin”… I can’t think of any other words for it.
”Nankin” (house arrest) or “Kankin” (confinement) are out of the question.
If I were at the PC on the kotatsu back home, I could just hit the space bar and convert it in a split second.
What should I do?
Could I get in touch with Larry again?
He’d probably be pissed if I tried to link our minds over something this trivial.
I know I would be.
But wait.
If I can establish a way to contact Larry, wouldn’t that be incredibly useful later on?
He must have things he wants to ask me, too.
It’s a “give and take” situation!
Remember New Year’s Eve.
I drank, I danced, I had s*x, and then I slept—and that’s when I connected with Larry.
That has to be the key.
Alright.
I’ll do the exact same thing tonight.
At dinner, I knocked back a ton of ale.
I went back to the room and invited Marie and Nico to dance, but they turned me down.
I had no choice but to run a lap around the school instead.
After that, I forced a “quickie” with Nico.
And then, while I was sleeping… I connected with Larry, just like that.
’What the hell do you want now?’ Larry groaned.
To my shock, Larry was right in the middle of s*x with a girl from the hospital administration office he’d brought home.
’Sorry, but could you… maybe look at the computer screen for a second?’ I asked.
’Are you a dumbass?’ Larry snapped. ‘There is no way in hell I can do that right now.’
(Fair point…)
But since we were already connected…
The office girl Larry’s with right now is a total brainiac, a graduate from a national university.
’Hey, could you ask her how to write “kinshin”?’ I pressed.
’What is wrong with you? I’m busy, fuck off!’ Larry replied.
I bet you are, buddy, but you haven’t even inserted yet.
After I begged and pleaded, he finally asked her.
”You want to know how to write ‘kinshin’?” the girl asked.
”Why? What a weird question.”
She answered him anyway.
”Like… ‘close relative’?”
’No, like a punishment,’ Larry grumbled.
”Oh, ‘Penitence’ (Kinshin). The ‘Kin’ from ‘Kinga Shinnen’ (Happy New Year) and the ‘Shin’ with the heart radical. But why do you want to know?”
”I was just thinking… by holding a girl as young as you, I might get ‘kinshin’ from the Hospital Director,” Larry lied smoothly.
”Shut up! That’s actually funny,” she laughed.
The girl climbed on top of my old body.
’You’re the best, Larry. Thanks a ton. I’ll probably hit you up again later. Bye!’
’Don’t you ever come back here, you dipshit!’ Larry shouted in our shared mind.
He called me a dipshit.
Well, I had it coming.
Still, that office girl was probably in her late twenties.
That’s a twenty-year age gap between her and the old me.
Dating someone twenty years younger… that’s practically a crime, man.
Wait, from Larry’s perspective, she’s twice his age.
That’s also a crime, in its own way.
Well, she’s a bit of a handful, but she’s a sweet girl.
Good luck, Larry!
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Summary:
The protagonist attempts to enjoy a quiet New Year’s party with Marie but is cornered by Student Council President Christina Becker. Their telepathic confrontation reveals the dark reality of the Fourth Sage’s intelligence network and culminates in a marriage proposal designed to secure a high-ranking successor. A cryptic, handwritten Japanese letter from the Earl himself surfaces, presenting the protagonist with a lethal ultimatum
The protagonist experiences a psychic link with Larry during a hedonistic party, discovering they have swapped lives between Japan and a fantasy world. Larry has integrated into the protagonist’s medical career in Kobe while the protagonist navigates a school-based house arrest. The two find a way to communicate through shared consciousness during moments of high arousal or sleep
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Trivia:
- The ‘Old Master’ is a central figure in disseminating agricultural knowledge but also functions as a spy node
- The protagonist identifies a kanji error in the Earl’s letter, hinting at either linguistic decay or deliberate misdirection
- The mention of Sannomiya Station places the ‘real world’ setting specifically in Kobe.
- The discrepancy in time flow: 1 month in the fantasy world equals 2 years in Japan
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Character Insight:
Christina Becker displays a desperate pragmatism, willing to force a marriage to overcome her illegitimate status and secure her future in the Sabaski lineage.
The protagonist demonstrates a resigned ethical flexibility, participating in group s*x to avoid social friction despite internal misgivings. Larry shows surprising competence and ruthlessness, maintaining a high-level medical job at age fourteen through memory access.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Marie – Fifteen-year-old Novakova, a high-spirited noblewoman and Weasel of Bohemia, bears a striking resemblance to Isabella and Nico, wears a comical floral belt-hairpiece with her school uniform, and dons festive party attire when hosting friends in the dorm. She speaks with a feline verbal tic, dismisses Larry’s anxieties as tantrums, and maintains a close, subtly dominant bond with him—lounging on his bed, teasing him relentlessly to mask their secret affair. Wary of those from regions attacked by the Weasels, she fiercely protects her inner circle, especially Nico, shielding him with hidden affection beneath her cynical, territorial exterior.
• 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 – A petite, silver-haired student and part-time laundry worker, she wears a tailored maid outfit adorned with a floral hairpiece, balancing blunt diligence with hidden warmth. Haunted by a past kidnapping, she’s insecure yet fiercely strong-willed, managing the school laundry while serving as a Village Head Fee member. She shares a complex, proactive romantic bond with Larry—often waking him, scolding him, and protecting him—while cultivating a close, evolving relationship with Marie, her only true confidante, despite past clashes.
• Manuela – Shy student from Harritz with long black hair, she failed the local magic school exam and now attends Bizan. Former orchestra member, close friend of Marie, and from the same region as the noble tied to the protagonist’s past conflict.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Sabaski – Count Sabaski, the Fourth Sage, is a tall, silver-haired noble whose ancestral name carries both title and prestige; he is the architect of the world’s Agricultural-magic system, lectures at the Magic Academy, and guides the remnants of his once-great house—scarred by floods and epidemics along the Western Front—now sustained by his wisdom and enduring legacy.
• Village Head – The elderly leader of Balsheni Village who previously sold furs in Obernbach. The elderly leader of the village and grandfather to Marie. The leader of the village who orchestrates Larry’s integration into the family.
• 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.
• Christina – The Student Council President and fifth daughter of Marquis Sabaski. She is a Mana-user with telepathic abilities and was born to a maid, resulting in her renouncing her inheritance rights. The high-energy Student Council President of the school. She serves as the MC for the 101st New Year’s Eve party and exhibits a charismatic, albeit overwhelming, personality.
• Becker – The Becker family name, carried by Christina. The lineage is connected to the Sabaski household through her status as the Marquis’s illegitimate daughter. The family name of the Student Council President, Christina. The Becker lineage is associated with student leadership within the academy.
• 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.
• 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.
• Autumn – The Fourth Sage, von Sabaski, is Louise’s uncle and an explorer who traversed the Western Continent with the Kingdom of Celt’s backing. He presents a jovial yet sharp, perceptive demeanor, especially on mana, while his mysterious, powerful presence issues a cryptic Royal Capital invitation that subtly threatens execution.
• von – A gleaming noble particle of the Sabaski lineage, marking high social standing in the Kingdom and belonging to Annerose von Bülow’s noble bloodline.
• Larry – A young man with red-white skin, curly bronze hair, and bronze eyes, appearing youthful despite adult memories, now a Level-3 mana user at Bizan Magic School wearing an oversized uniform and towering over peers. Once a slave-soldier of Militia Unit 303, he bears a fractured “glass heart,” wields fire and Mana Drain, and carries the Viscount’s Holy Sword, called Danna-sama by Louise. Married to Nico, linked to Monica and Teressa, suspected as the Fifth Sage, he’s currently under house arrest facing death penalty after a body swap with a modern-world doctor—his original body now in Japan, while he navigates fantasy academia, applying modern electrical knowledge to Golemics, and serving Henrietta as an errand boy.
• Romy – Odonkor is a flamboyant freshman whose hostess‑club‑style hair and heavy makeup hide a playful cabaret‑girl vibe; she wears a strapless mermaid dress instead of a uniform, calls herself ‘von’ after being adopted by her baron grandfather, and when her long hair is tied back reveals a cute face with minimal makeup, pushing social boundaries.
• Nikole – A senior student and Vice President of the Student Council, Chulpan’s assistant is a Level-3 Complex-type mage of Nikole lineage, demoted after failing credits and repeating her studies. She has silver-streaked shoulder-length hair, wears a rune-etched coat, and is often seen intoxicated—evident during the New Year’s party where she led a “treatment” on a table. Once aspiring to marry Larry, she now balances arcane study with medical mage duties at Linto Field Hospital, haunted by her past and a heavy drinking habit that lingers in her scent.
• 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.
• Sister-in-law – A woman who embraces the protagonist from behind, exuding a sweet scent. She has been struggling with the emotional shock of leaving Lyrica and Maria behind in Besanburg, leading to a temporary period of intimacy avoidance and separate rooms before reconciling in a mixed bath.
• 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.
• Monica – Sun-tanned, slender, tomboyish fifteen-year-old widow and childhood friend of Larry, missing a front tooth, she lost her husband Denis at Vod Fortress and now raises her twin children while wet-nursing her infant niece Maria; observant, assertive in negotiations, and the household’s weary voice of reason, she manages domestic life with bitter authority, haunted by survival fears and Larry’s neglect—so much so she gave up her son—and offers the narrator early-filtered apple cider as a quiet, poignant farewell at the station.
• Getys – Larry, a common‑origin youth from Strock Village, bears the Getys name via his aunts Alisa and Monica. Hardy and his late brother Denis were rugged, battle‑scarred warriors whose clan fell to disease and war; now Larry stands at the uncertain center of Viscount Bizan’s territory, his lineage recognized within the academy’s social hierarchy.
• Fee – Larry Fee Getys, whose middle name is Fee, leads the Fee family—Larry, Hans, and Iffens—in governing Strock Village. Married into the Getys household, he embodies a distinguished, cohesive authority. As the protagonist of this fantasy setting, Larry’s identity is anchored by his middle name, Fee, which signifies lineage and legacy. The family recently hired Nico as a maid for Teressa, reinforcing their structured, traditional household.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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