Volume 2 Chapter 19 The Fourth Sage
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The New Year’s party had finally wound down.
The dormitory was buzzing with an post-holiday energy as students from different years mingled and drifted through the halls.
People were constantly dropping by to see Marie, and even Nico had her old coworkers from the laundry service popping their heads in to say hello.
I, however, was a total wreck.
The culprit was a letter from the Fourth Sage¹.
”If you’d rather not face the executioner, come to the Royal Capital and seek me out.”
I could just as easily read that as: “Visit the Fourth Sage, or die.”
But I was currently under house arrest; I couldn’t exactly just stroll over to the Capital on a whim.
Even if I wanted to send a reply, the school’s administrative office wouldn’t open its doors until the fourth.
(I’d been acting like things would just work out, but the sheer helplessness of it all was starting to eat at me.)
”What’s with the gloomy face? You’re a total buzzkill gaya. Why don’t you go motorboat Henrietta’s massive tits? Might actually put some life back into you,” Marie said.
Even though it was my own damn room, Marie treated me like an intruder whenever her friends were over.
Look, I love a pair of big breasts as much as the next guy, but when I think about the actual effort involved—and the inevitable post-nut clarity where I’d just be miserable again—I couldn’t even find the energy to move.
I was huddled under my blanket on the bed when someone decided to use me as a mattress.
I poked my head out to find the Cabaret Girl Mock-up.
For some reason, she’d been hanging around my room as much as the rest of Marie’s entourage lately.
”Aw, look at the Bottom-Ranker sulking,” Romy said.
She leaned in close.
You know, when she pulls her long hair back and goes light on the makeup, she’s actually surprisingly cute.
”What are you staring at so seriously? Getting in the mood?” Romy asked.
No, no, and no.
If I were going to do that, I’d be at Henrietta-san’s place.
I ducked back under the blanket and turned away, only for her to yank the covers off my lower half and grab me right between the legs.
”Oh my… someone’s growing a little, aren’t they?” Romy teased.
”Stop it. I’m not in the mood for this,” I said.
I surfaced again, and she immediately latched onto me in a hug.
I tried to peel the brat off, but she wouldn’t budge.
”Romy!” Nico shouted.
Nico’s sharp voice rang through the room, and the Mock-up finally froze.
Romy was her name. Good old Nico yo; I knew I could count on you.
”If you’re going to screw, do it in the hallway. I have friends over, so don’t do that in here,” Nico said.
…Excuse me? Has Nico’s affection for me hit an all-time low? Is the love officially dead?
Listen, I literally ruined my life—and potentially ended it—to save you, and your response is to tell me to go screw a wannabe party girl in a freezing hallway?
I’m going to cry. Seriously.
Actually, scratch that. I was getting pissed.
Rage started to simmer, and I stood up right on top of the mattress like a guardian statue.
”That’s enough! This is MY room! Everyone, get the hell out!” I roared.
For one brief, glorious second, the noisy room went dead silent.
”Nico, Larry’s talking crazy again,” Marie said.
”It’s just his usual tantrum. He’ll burn out in a minute,” Nico replied.
When the hell did Marie and Nico get so close? They were a united front against me now.
They went right back to chatting with their friends like I hadn’t said a word.
I was facing a literal Head-lopping², and I was depressed.
Was it too much to ask for a kind word, or maybe the basic courtesy of giving me some space?
”So… you want to go to the hallway?” Romy asked.
”No,” I said.
I shot down the last person willing to give me the time of day, got dressed, and stormed out.
Fine.
I’ll go to Henrietta-san’s.
Henrietta was out with Marielle, apparently.
I knocked on her dorm door only to be greeted by Pamela, her elven slave, who delivered the news with zero sympathy.
”Can I… just rest in here for a bit then?” I asked.
”Bad timing. I’ve got some slave friends over…” Pamela said.
Even the slaves had a better social life than me.
Since Henrietta-san had the key to the lab, I ended up moping in the Dining Hall.
I sat in a corner nursing an ale until evening, which is when Marie and Nico finally came to collect me.
”We checked Henrietta’s and they said you’d wandered off, so we’ve been looking for you,” Nico said.
”Maybe we were a bit too mean to you,” Marie added.
Apparently, they’d been searching for me so the three of us could share some fried sweets Henrietta-san had sent as a gift.
I felt a wave of genuine relief and pulled them both into a hug at the same time.
”Oh, for heaven’s sake…” Marie muttered.
”Wait, it’s still light out!” Nico said.
We had a rule in this room.
Any kissing or “activities” have to be initiated by Nico.
Marie was the one who set that policy.
Even if they looked similar below the neck, the length of their tongues, their scents—even the “angles” down there—were totally different.
Plus, Marie reacted well to Mana³, while Nico was the proactive one.
Actually, “intense” was a better word for her.
Since I wanted to love them both equally, I actually appreciated the house rules.
I’d been making very good use of them.
The next day was more of the same.
”SHUT! UP!” I snapped.
The room was packed again.
”Marie, he’s making noise again,” a friend said.
”Just ignore him,” Marie replied.
It was the last day of the break, and it was a carbon copy of the day before.
This was basically my life now.
On January 4th, I was at the administration office before the sun was up.
The moment they opened, I burst in to ask about the mail.
”Write your message here, fold it in three, and seal it with wax. If you don’t have a personal signet, you can use the school’s official stamp,” the clerk said.
I pulled out my draft, meticulously copied it over, and had the clerk seal it.
I addressed it to the Count’s estate listed in the letter: Autumn von Sabaski.
”Oh, for the Fourth Sage?” the clerk asked.
”Yes. I received a letter from them. Is there any way to get this there as fast as humanly possible?” I asked.
”Well…”
The clerk told me about an express service—basically the fantasy version of overnight mail.
It was pricey, but it could cut a three-day trip to the Capital down to one.
It cost ten times the normal rate, but you can’t put a price on not being dead.
”Yes, please. Do it,” I said.
As the clerk took the letter, her expression shifted.
She wasn’t looking at me anymore.
I turned around to find the Principal standing there with a woman in a formal military dress uniform.
”Are you… here for me?” I asked.
”Yes. An escort from the Kingdom Government,” the Principal replied.
She wasn’t smiling. They were here already?
It was the first week of the year!
Did the Kingdom decide this was a red-alert priority?
This was looking worse by the second.
”Alright. Let me go pack my things,” I said.
(Maybe I could use the “packing” as a chance to bolt.)
”No need. You’re coming with me right now,” the woman in uniform barked.
Her voice was ice.
I noticed her rank insignia—Second Lieutenant, same as Isabella.
Isn’t that a bit high-ranking just to haul in a kid who looks my age?
Wait… is she even a regular soldier?
I realized she had piercings in her nose, lips, and eyebrows.
Her hair partially hid her ears, but they were absolutely loaded with silver rings.
”Since you’re a Mana-user, they sent someone… appropriate,” the Principal added.
Appropriate?
Like, from the Golem Battalion⁴?
I thought of the Great Commander and Lieutenant Louise, and the idea of “escaping” evaporated instantly.
Still, even for a subordinate of those two, the piercings felt a bit much.
Maybe she was from a different mage unit.
”Understood,” I said.
I stepped toward them.
They told me to put my hands out, tied my wrists together, and marched me out.
The hallways of the admin building were packed with people since it was the first day back.
Being paraded through the school like a bound criminal… yeah, that stung.
At the entrance stood a jet-black, utilitarian carriage pulled by black horses—the same kind Louise used.
I was signaled to get in. I looked back one last time.
”What’s going to happen to Nico?” I asked.
The Principal just shook her head.
What the hell did that mean? Is she going down with me?
I froze in anxiety until the soldier yanked the rope, dragging me into the carriage.
The interior had two rows of three-man benches facing each other.
I was shoved into the back right corner; the soldier sat in the front left, gripping my lead.
”Are you with the Golem Battalion?” I asked.
I tried asking, but she just spared me a glance and said nothing.
The carriage lurched forward.
By evening, we’d reached the capital of a nearby Barony to stop for the night.
My guard swapped out—the Second Lieutenant left, replaced by a female soldier in a cheaper-looking uniform.
I recognized it—the same gear the Golem mechanics wore back at Vod Fortress and Garao Village.
So they were Golem Battalion.
They really brought out the big guns just because I can use Mana.
This new girl wasn’t as “solid” as Louise, but she was still a tank.
She watched me eat. She watched me use the bathroom with the door wide open.
At night, I got the bed, but she sat in the chair next to me, rope in hand, pulling an all-nighter.
When I woke up, the black-clad Lieutenant was back.
To make matters worse, I had to do my “business” with the door open again.
When I complained I couldn’t wipe myself while bound, she did it for me with some leaves.
I was terrified for a second she might… “probe” me or something, but she finished the job without so much as a graze against my skin.
We left at dawn and stopped just as the sun was hitting the horizon.
Before me stood a massive, Gothic-style church.
It looked completely out of place.
It was boxed in by military-looking facilities and a massive, fenced-in plaza that looked like a militia drilling ground.
Further out, I could see a farming village, a warehouse complex, and a wide river.
How do they even get a congregation out here?
Wait—way past the warehouses, across the river, there was a gentle hill covered in a sea of buildings.
Is that the Royal Capital?
I’d heard the Capital was built around a central castle on a hill.
From here, it looked like a two-hour walk, tops—assuming there was a bridge.
I was staring at the hill when the rope jerked.
Our “inn” was a barracks right next to the church.
I was given a private room—probably a VIP suite, given how spacious it was.
The food was actually okay—sautéed chicken that tasted fresh.
But my hands stayed tied, and there was always someone on the other end of the rope.
The silence was the worst part.
The guards wouldn’t say a word to me.
The fear that I was just being fattened up for the slaughter started to grow.
Through the walls, I could hear the sounds of the barracks—women laughing.
It was a painful reminder of everything I was missing.
What happened to Nico?
Is she locked up in a place like this somewhere?
There was no information at all.
The next morning, after the morning meal, I was hauled out of the barracks.
They pulled at my ropes, leading me into a cathedral.
The atmosphere was heavy with solemnity, and the stained glass was beautiful.
The wall decorations were so intricate-I found myself sighing as I wondered just how many years and how much money had been poured into this interior.
For all that, there were none of the pews for believers to pray at like you’d find in a Catholic church; there was only a gentle, flat downward slope toward a stage-like altar.
I was led past the front of the altar and into a small room in the corner, where my restraints were finally removed.
(Had I actually been set free?)
As I was rubbing my wrists, which had turned a dull red from the chafing, a petite woman and an elderly man dressed in farmer’s clothes entered through the door.
The small woman was someone I could never forget-the one who had shoved a finger into a person’s anus and poured in Mana⁵, Golem Battalion Commander, Major Sonya Kittynoir.
I didn’t recognize the old man behind her.
”It’s been a while, boy. Did you sleep well last night?” said Sonya.
The Great Commander asked while looking at me with a smirk.
Judging that it would be better not to provoke her, I kept my mouth shut and simply shook my head.
”Ho, even though I went to the trouble of assigning you Louise’s room, have you already forgotten her scent?” Sonya added.
It was a nasty way of putting it, but the fact that the room belonged to Louise was a shock.
”Wait, what?” I said.
The words escaped me before I could stop them.
”What’s this? Did you really not notice? Louise-chan is going to cry her eyes out,” Sonya teased.
Her tone wasn’t that of a soldier; the Great Commander had shifted into the persona of a cruel, mischievous schoolgirl.
(If I handle her poorly right now, she’s going to go for the anus again…)
I turned my face away, letting my disgust show.
”Oh, how boring,” said Sonya.
(I am not your damn toy.)
”I went to the trouble of giving a moment of peace to you, who will soon face the block. I’d like you to be a little more grateful,” Sonya said.
She was serious. I really was headed for execution.
What would happen to Nico? What about the family in Strock Village?
What was I going to do? I held my head in my hands.
”Now, now, don’t bully him so much,” the old man said.
The farmer-looking old man actually rebuked Sonya, a woman who possessed the terrifying military might of the Kingdom of Schuberitz.
(Is he going to be okay? He’s about to get a finger shoved in his rear.)
”What a shame, even though he’s the best toy I’ve had in a while,” Sonya replied.
(I knew it. I really am just a toy to you, you total sadist.)
But then, I looked at the man.
”Who are you?” I asked.
”It’s the first time we’ve met, Larry. My name is Autumn von Sabaski. They call me the Fourth Sage,” said Sabaski.
So this was “Autumn Mackerel,” the author of the letter.
He wore shoes made of leather and boards, rugged pants stained with dirt, a brown wool sweater with a brown vest, and had a white-haired buzz cut with unkempt stubble-I was certain this man was supposed to be a Count.
”Are you also a reincarnated person from Japan?” I asked.
”That’s right. I was a social studies teacher at a junior high school in Sagamihara. And you?” Sabaski replied.
”My memory is a bit hazy, but I think I was in a hospital in Hyogo Prefecture,” I said.
My memories of where I worked or what I was doing were still unclear.
However, by connecting with Larry the other day, things had started to snap into focus to some extent.
”Ho, so you are parasitizing the boy Larry, then?” Sabaski asked.
”I don’t really understand it myself, but Larry is over in Japan right now, living in my body,” I said.
The Sage peered at me with a gaze as if he were looking at a fascinating specimen.
”Does that mean you were actually able to make contact with the Larry-kun back in Japan?” Sabaski asked.
”Yeah, well, it happened,” I replied.
”What era is Larry-kun in?” Sabaski asked.
”I don’t know for sure, but it’s after I reincarnated. He was using my PC, so it shouldn’t be that far apart. But the timeline seems skewed; he said he’s been in Japan for two years, even though his consciousness was still in this body until last month,” I explained.
”A PC? Like a PC-6001 or an 8001? Forgive me… what’s the era name?” Sabaski asked.
I tried to be as accurate as possible, but I realized we were on different wavelengths.
”It’s Reiwa. It comes after Meiji, Taisho, Showa, and Heisei,” I said.
”So Showa really did end…” Sabaski muttered.
Apparently, the news was quite a shock.
”What are you two whispering about?” Sonya asked.
Before we knew it, we had been speaking in Japanese. Irritated, the Great Commander grabbed my hand.
(I can’t read your heart clearly when you’re like this. Maybe I should keep you here for a while and observe you,) Sonya whispered via Telepathy.
(Wait, didn’t you just say I was facing the block?) I thought back.
(Oh, that? I changed my mind. Let’s cancel it,) Sonya replied.
(Can you even do that on your own authority?)
(Just kidding! I don’t have that kind of power. Did I get your hopes up? Aww,) Sonya teased.
Damn brat of an Elf.
When I looked at her, she was directing a full-faced, mocking smile at me.
(Did you think you were saved? How does it feel? Tell me, how does it feel right now?)
Rage flared in me, and I forcibly wrenched my hand away from the Great Commander.
”Um, am I still going to face the block-I mean, the death penalty-anytime soon?” I asked the Sage, ignoring her.
”Ah, that,” Sabaski said.
He made a slightly troubled face.
”It seems Marquis Harritz has reached a point where he can’t back down,” Sabaski explained.
According to the Sage, if it had only been the first incident, it wouldn’t have been a death sentence.
In fact, the opponent, Marc von Harritz, had been kidnapping and murdering the daughters of other territories, and his public apology-even if I’d forced it-was seen as a disgrace to the nobility. No one wanted to help him.
However, things changed completely when I gathered allies and stormed the Magic School’s Welcome Party.
Because we pointed blades at Royal Army officers, four people had already been sentenced to death.
The Royal Army officers were Golem Battalion Vice Commander Lieutenant Louise and the former mercenary, Marie’s aunt, Second Lieutenant Isabella.
And that was despite those four being the grandsons and sons of Barons and Viscounts under the Marquis’s patronage. The Royal Army doesn’t play around.
When we stormed in, the Marquis’s grandson, Marc von Harritz, had attacked me first.
Because of that, it was judged that he had cleared his dishonor.
Furthermore, since he had already finished throwing the spear intended for Louise or Isabella at me, he was captured without resisting the military and wasn’t blamed.
But the nobles whose sons were killed could not remain silent; they incited Marquis Harritz into bringing a lawsuit to at least ensure my execution.
Even if they say they were killed, it was their own fault they were sentenced to death-it was pure, petty vengeance.
”Isn’t that quite bad?” I asked.
”That’s right. There’s no doubt it’s a dangerous situation,” Sabaski replied.
He spoke as if it were someone else’s problem-which, to the Sage, it probably was.
”Is there any way to be saved? What about the talk that Marc von Harritz’s father was connected to Kiridal?” I asked.
”That matter is currently being held by His Majesty personally. That card can’t be used for this case,” Sabaski said.
Dead end.
”Want me to do something about it?” Sonya asked.
”You literally just said a moment ago that you don’t have that kind of power!” I snapped.
I was starting to get genuinely angry at the irresponsible Great Commander.
”Do you want to be saved no matter what?” Sabaski asked.
”Of course I do!”
I couldn’t read why the Sage was asking that.
”Hmm. Do you have the necessary resolve?” Sabaski asked.
”If I can survive, I’ll do anything,” I said.
”No lies? You won’t regret it?” Sabaski pushed.
There was no way I’d regret it; I wasn’t about to accept an unreasonable death.
”Yes,” I answered vigorously.
”If you listen to what I say-no, if you make a promise to me-I will lend my meager strength and pull you from the shadow of death,” Sabaski said.
”If that’s possible, I’ll gladly promise anything,” I replied.
”Hmm. Well then, Sonya, will you be a witness?” Sabaski asked.
”Gladly,” Sonya replied.
I felt a sense of dread at the flow of the conversation, but I was in a state where I’d clutch at straws to escape execution.
”In that case, will you go to South America for me?” Sabaski asked.
”Huh?”
”You’ve noticed this world resembles Europe, right? While the geography isn’t a perfect match, beyond the Empire of Charle lies the Western Ocean, which is essentially the Atlantic. Beyond that is the Neo-Geelix continent, which looks just like North America. To its south, I found a continent corresponding to South America called the Silvait continent when I was young and exploring. At that time, I brought back potatoes, sweet potatoes, and pumpkins, but I lost the corn and chili peppers along the way. If possible, I’d like you to bring back some rubber as well,” Sabaski explained.
”Wait, what?”
Could it be that he had the power to handle the lawsuit from the start?
Did this old man put on an act just to force me to go all the way to South America? I couldn’t see it as anything else.
”Ah, it’s not that urgent. It’s fine if you go within the next five years,” Sabaski added.
”Um…”
”As for how to get there,” the Sage continued, cutting me off, “ask the people of the Celt Kingdom on Great Norden Island-they’re basically Vikings-and follow the route through places like Iceland or Greenland. It’s a bit dangerous, though.”
Those were waters where even the Titanic would sink. There was no way it wasn’t dangerous.
But that wasn’t the point.
”Well? You’ll promise, won’t you?” Sabaski pressed.
This old man was closing the trap.
”If I do nothing, you’re going to the block!” he said.
He said it so shamelessly! It was like being cornered by a predatory lender.
”I understand. Within five years, I just have to go to South America and bring back corn, chili peppers, and rubber, right?” I asked.
”That’s right. If it’s you, you probably won’t end up in conflict with the people over there. Well then, Sonya, you heard him,” Sabaski said to the Great Commander.
”It’s fine. If this boy breaks his promise, I’ll be the one to personally execute him,” Sonya replied.
When she said it, it wasn’t a joke.
”Good. Then, I’m meeting His Majesty at dinner tonight, so I’ll tell him about you,” Sabaski said.
”Can one word really fix all of this?” I asked.
”Yes. It’s been over a hundred years since the First Sage began turning this country from a feudal system into a centralized one. Now, it’s a perfect dictatorship. With one word from His Majesty, your head stays attached. That’s just how it is,” Sabaski explained.
It sounded incredibly fishy.
Corn, chili peppers, and rubber-those were indispensable in my previous world. If he had just asked normally, I might have gone anyway.
Well, it seemed my head was staying attached for now.
But to think they would come all the way to the territorial capital of Besanburg just for me.
I had a feeling this wasn’t the end of it.
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Summary:
Larry is forcibly detained by a pierced military official following a mysterious summons from the Fourth Sage. The journey toward the Royal Capital highlights his vulnerability and the clinical indifference of his captors. He now sits in a church-adjacent barracks overlooking the capital, grappling with isolation and the unknown fate of Nico
The protagonist faces imminent execution under the legal pressure of Marquis Harritz after a violent clash at a Magic School. Sonya Kittynoir reveals that the boy was being kept in Louise’s personal quarters, mocking his fear. The Fourth Sage, Autumn von Sabaski, intervenes with a blackmail-laden deal that saves the boy’s life in exchange for a perilous journey across the ocean to retrieve lost crops
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Trivia:
- The specific use of leaves for hygiene suggests a lack of modern amenities in the field
- Nico’s laundry coworkers provide a glimpse into student life outside of Larry’s immediate drama
- The mention of ‘Showa’ ending indicates Sabaski has been in this world for over 37 years.
- The King’s absolute dictatorship is a result of the First Sage’s long-term political reform
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Character Insight:
Larry shifts from frustrated domestic moping to a survivalist anxiety, realizing that his ‘ Mana-user’ status makes him a high-value asset or threat to the Kingdom.
The protagonist’s desperation overrides his suspicion of the Sage’s obvious manipulation, highlighting a shift toward self-preservation at any cost.
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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.
• 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.
• 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 – Eccentric golem researcher in a messy Gothic‑Lolita two‑piece with high collar, patterned gloves, disheveled hair and a generous bust; lives in a separate dorm and runs a lab under Prof. Pauman. She mentors Larry with teasing, sisterly affection, once used a confession agent on him, owns slave Pamela, and blends chaotic devotion to ancient magic with hidden masochism, offering him comfort and desire.
• 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.
• 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.
• Marielle – She is a Magic Tools researcher in everyday clothes, able to siphon mana via contact during sparring. A student and frequent lab visitor, she’s a blunt, dominant friend of Henrietta and knows Henrietta’s specific sexual fetishes.
• Pamela – An ageless, childlike elf slave to Henrietta, she wears white Gothic-Lolita attire and a wide-brimmed hair ornament concealing her pointed ears and half her face; though tiny, she wields vast mana, practices Dwarf-style Kumite, and trains the protagonist daily. Blunt and no-nonsense, she maintains a quiet social circle among fellow slaves in the dormitory, using telepathy and mind-reading with quiet precision—her ancient wisdom masked by youthful appearance and rigid servitude.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• Commander – A man leading the mercenary press-gang at the south gate.
• 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.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Kittynoir – The Kittynoir family name, belonging to the Major and Golem Battalion Commander Sonya. The name is associated with high-ranking military authority in the Kingdom of Schuberitz.
• Sonya – A petite woman with a cruel, mischievous schoolgirl persona who serves as the Golem Battalion Commander holding the rank of Major. She possesses terrifying military power within the Kingdom of Schuberitz and is known for her sadistic methods of mana injection.
• Celt – In his twenties, he now works as a yeoman and leads the Second Squad, overseeing Strock Village’s fortifications. Dressed in simple work clothes, he’s a calm, kind sandal‑maker and translator of Bours’s jargon, quietly admiring Teressa‑san’s skill. Once a militia squad leader in the 303rd Unit, he earned his land with reward money and remains the village’s trusted gossip source.
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