Volume 2 Chapter 20 Trial
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After parting with the Sages and returning to my room alone, I felt a stronger sense of relief that my neck was still attached than the feeling of being forced into a terrible promise.
I had been so despairing until now that the simple reality of being alive was overwhelming.
Furthermore, the fact that there was no surveillance and I was not being restrained allowed my spirit to finally relax.
Even though I made a promise, it is a story five years in the future.
By then, I will have graduated from school and be doing something else.
I might be relaxing back at the village, or perhaps adventuring in this world wouldn’t be so bad either; I was becoming quite optimistic.
* * *
There was a knock on the door, and a middle-aged woman wearing a clerical military uniform entered.
The woman, who seemed to belong to the elderly demographic of this world, wore gold decorations all over her uniform.
”I have been told to inform you of your future schedule,” she said.
Her name was Elna Neumul, and her rank was Lieutenant.
She was apparently the facility manager here at Tomasgen, the 101st Golem Battalion headquarters.
”Tomorrow morning, you will leave this place and head toward the Royal Capital. It is about an hour’s drive by carriage. Since you will be entering a prison over there, your upper body will be restrained at the time of departure. I think it would be best to finish your bowel movements and such early,” Elna explained.
Prison? Restraining my upper body?
”From midday, a trial will be held in the presence of His Majesty, and a verdict will be reached within that day. Following the sentence, the execution of the penalty will take place,” Elna continued.
”Execution of the penalty?” I asked.
”Yes. If it is the death penalty, it will be executed on the spot by an executioner via decapitation. If you fall into slavery, a slave crest¹ tattoo will be carved into you and you will be handed over to a merchant,” she replied.
”What about… being found innocent?” I stammered.
”In our country, once you are indicted, 99.9% are found guilty,” she said.
She stated this flatly without changing her expression at all.
”Um, I was told by the Sage’s mediation that my head would stay on my shoulders,” I argued.
”If that is the case, then perhaps the sentence will be a fall into slavery,” Elna suggested.
Certainly, the Sage did not say I would be found innocent.
However, would they really make a slave go on an adventure and tell them to bring back things like corn from the American continent?
”Other than that, there are cases where labor in the mines is imposed for a limited period,” she added.
”A limited period?” I asked.
”It is usually five years,” Elna replied.
Ah, so maybe that was what five years meant.
I had completely assumed that I would be found innocent and return to my original life at school, but that might be wrong.
No, I feel like the possibility of it being different is actually quite high.
”Labor in the mines… it must be harsh, isn’t it?” I asked.
”I do not know of it directly, but I am aware that the mines have the highest consumption rate of slaves,” she answered.
(I thought so…)
After that, I received instructions regarding the rules for using the room.
”How is Lieutenant Louise doing now?” I inquired.
”The Lieutenant is currently performing her duties at the Western Front,” Elna said.
It felt like my last hope had been cut off.
”We do not wish to kill Lieutenant Louise’s husband with our own hands, so please, by all means, do not even think about escaping. Now then, I will take my leave,” Elna said.
It seemed various pieces of information were being shared behind the scenes.
She gave a deep bow and left the room.
Naturally, my mood sank when I think about the trial.
Because the Sage was a former Japanese person, I might have trusted them too much.
After that, no one else came to visit, and I spent the rest of the day in an indescribable mood.
* * *
The next morning.
I was told to strip my lower body, and a loincloth was attached so my anatomy wouldn’t be seen.
My upper body was tied tightly behind my back over my undergarments.
They said it was because they need to be able to handle it if someone loses control of their bladder or bowels in high-stress situations.
Rather than feeling embarrassed, I felt like I was going to die from the cold.
”Then, please board the carriage,” a soldier commanded.
While female soldiers watched, I boarded the carriage in a ridiculous state, and it departed immediately.
The one holding the end of the rope that bound me was a Second Lieutenant covered in piercings.
With her face slightly flushed, she sat diagonally in front of me and glanced my way every now and then.
My lower body had nothing on it except the thin loincloth.
Since I was sitting, my “parts” probably weren’t visible, but the linen cloth was incredibly thin.
When I suddenly looked at my own crotch, I realized with a shock that it was actually translucent.
The carriage moved along a cobblestone road, making a constant rattling sound, but the noise changed halfway through.
It seemed we were crossing a bridge, and after a while, the original sound returned.
On the way, we were stopped several times at checkpoints; the coachman would answer questions, and sometimes the door was opened so they could visually identify me.
Where we finally stopped was a rotary surrounded by a wall, and I was led down to the ground by the Second Lieutenant.
Next to it stood a massive building.
Rather than a castle, it felt like a giant version of the Magic School’s administration building.
I was led down into the basement.
In this cold, I feel like I’ll freeze to death before the verdict is even read.
It was about two floors underground when the door opened and warm air flowed out.
Bonfires were lit instead of magic lamps; it would probably be deathly hot in the summer.
* * *
After the Second Lieutenant finished the check-in, I was taken by brawny men to a room labeled “Interrogation Room.”
After being gagged and tied to a bed, everyone except one guard left.
I could not move at all while lying on my back.
Will I be tortured here? I felt like I was about to leak from sheer terror.
After being left alone for a while until my heart rate settled, the door opened.
Three people who appeared to be Mages wearing black robes entered.
Judging by their silhouettes, all three were women; two were about my size, and one was smaller.
When they entered, the male guard went outside and closed the door.
”Ho… hooh.”
A voice I recognized sounded, and my loincloth was flicked aside.
”Oyaaa, isn’t the pubic hair growing just a little bit?” asked the woman.
It was the cheerful voice of the Golem Battalion Commander, Major Sonya.
”S-so with this, did Vice Commander Louise finally become a woman?” Sonya teased.
(Wait, wait, wait, are you all from the Golem Battalion? Don’t tell me, Major, you’re going for the rear end again…)
”Both of you, please keep in mind that this is a formal magical interrogation²,” one of the others said.
Apparently, there was at least one sane person among them.
”Oh come on, don’t be so stiff. Hey, do we have any Vaseline?” Sonya asked.
”What exactly are you planning to do?” the sane mage questioned.
”If you put Vaseline on your finger and insert it into the anus, men have an organ about the size of a walnut.
From there, you use Mana Control³ toward the ‘pole’ and…” Sonya explained.
”And let it flow?” the other Mage from the battalion repeated with great interest.
”You discharge all the accumulated semen. It’s like a horse,” Sonya laughed.
(Stop it… I never want to experience that humiliation again.)
”Ahem. Regarding that matter, it’s not that I’m uninterested, but this is an interrogation for a serious crime investigation.
If you’re going to do it, could you please wait until we’re finished?” the sane mage said.
It was a statement from the “sensible” person, but there was a phrase in there that gave me serious doubts.
”Now then, first we will confirm the identity of the subject, the facts of the indictment, and the subject’s recognition of the incident. Is that acceptable?
Also, Telepathy⁴ with the subject is prohibited; is this also understood?” she asked.
Apparently, it was a confirmation via mind-reading, so there would be no verbal hearing.
In a way, that was actually quite fair.
Three cold hands touched my thighs.
The silent interrogation by the Mages lasted about fifteen minutes.
I could feel the presence of the three of them, but I couldn’t read their consciousness from my side.
There must be some kind of barrier technique in place.
”Now, you two, I will summarize the interrogation results. Please touch me,” the sane mage said.
The three robed figures gathered.
It seems they spent a longer time summarizing the results than they did on the actual interrogation.
”What shall we do?” they whispered.
After discussing something via Telepathy, they left my anus alone and exited the room.
* * *
Afterward, the brawny men returned, took me off the bed, and led me to a cell further inside.
The gag was removed, but my upper body remained tied.
”Heh, is Schweilitz really putting a brat like this on trial?” a voice asked.
When I entered the cell, there were already three occupants.
The first was a burly old man, the one who spoke up upon seeing me.
The second was a delicate man who remained silent, looking as if he had resigned himself to his fate.
The third was a sexy lady.
”Truly, what a waste. If I weren’t in this state, I would have rescued you and made you my page,” the lady said.
(Page?) Looking closely, it wasn’t a sexy lady, but a transvestite man.
He was wearing makeup, and his legs and arms were slender and hairless; at a quick glance, he looked exactly like a woman.
The heroic old man was a Mercenary from the Empire of Rus; he had apparently been caught while plundering the village of Schweilitz.
The refined man was, apparently, a person who had been passing information to a spy from another country.
He said he was put in here under that kind of suspicion.
The effeminate man, despite looking like this, was a Baron of the Albyon Kingdom and had apparently been captured for smuggling.
”What did you do?” the sturdy middle-aged man asked.
In response to his question, I told the story of how I made the second son of a noble suffer in order to save my woman.
”Well, in my country, that would be a capital offense,” the sturdy man said.
”It is the same in my country; you are a peasant, after all,” the effeminate man said.
In the countries of the middle-aged man and the effeminate man, it seemed I would be sentenced to death without question.
The refined man did not join the conversation, but the remaining three of us talked about what kind of verdicts we would receive.
The first person, the sturdy middle-aged man, was already prepared for a death sentence.
”Even if it was to stay alive, I killed many people,” he said.
He was originally a guard for the Kingdom of Larland¹, but apparently lost his job when it was annexed by the Empire of Rus².
After drifting through various occupations, he became a bandit that was a mercenary in name only.
(Hearing that story, I remembered Isabella, the leader of the Weasels of Bohemia³…)
She was in a similar situation, but because she played a part in the annexation of the Bohemia region, she has now been promoted to a Second Lieutenant in the Royal Army.
The effeminate man was engaged in the illegal trade of Amber.
Since he was technically a land-owning noble of the Albyon Kingdom, he could apparently return home if the Kingdom paid his ransom.
However, this was the second time he had been caught.
”As expected, the King might not put out money for a second time,” the effeminate man said.
It seemed to be a delicate situation.
”If they do not put out the money, what happens?” the sturdy man asked.
”It is the same as you,” she answered while turning away.
Apparently, his territory suffers from crop failure if the temperature drops even slightly in the summer.
Since there are people starving to death this year, he had wanted money.
”I did not intend to do something like smuggling anymore, though,” the effeminate man said.
In the past, he had apparently made a lot of money conspiring with neighboring nobles because it was profitable.
He was caught once at that time and washed his hands of it, but this time it was apparently due to unavoidable circumstances.
Next was me.
”You will be executed without question,” the sturdy man said.
”That’s right, he is a cousin of the Crown Prince, even if he is a maternal relative,” the effeminate man added.
(My circumstances of saving Nico apparently did not matter to the two of them…)
”In your two countries, what would happen to the woman I saved?” I asked.
”It depends on her parents’ house; if they have money, they would likely buy her back, and if not, she would fall into slavery,” the sturdy man replied.
”My situation is much the same, isn’t it. Women are just objects, after all; and yet, to pick a fight with a nobleman’s son without a second thought… I can only call you a fool,” Okama-san said.
To these two, no matter how I looked at it, I was apparently just a pitiful boy with no sense of discretion.
But what was with Nico’s grandfather’s intensity?
I don’t think he views women as mere objects.
Come to think of it, I’ve run into the old man several times during my morning jogs since then.
I’d have me take money or food to Nico—I wonder if he showed up this morning, too.
There might have been an apology for me, but more than that, I think it was the simple devotion of a relative who dotes on his grandchild, Nico, more than anything.
If that’s the case, he’d probably buy Nico back even if I’m sentenced to death.
As for the Sisters-in-law back in Strock Village, Big Brother Hans will manage somehow.
(Or so I hope…)
Regardless.
Listening to these two, the idea of crossing over to the American continent in exchange for my life might actually be a good deal.
Though I’d really like them to drop the part about forced labor in the mines.
After a while, lunch was served.
A meat stew and white bread made from wheat flour.
In this world, this is a remarkably high-class meal.
”It seems the lives of those gathered here are destined to be short,” the old man said.
Gulping down the food with the vigor of a seasoned warrior, the old man threw the meal into his stomach.
”If only we could serve meals like this to the common folk; it’s a cold, hard world,” Okama-san said.
Perhaps having made peace with his fate, Okama-san also began to eat, savoring every bite.
The graceful man took the bread in his hand once, but he gagged and couldn’t eat.
I felt like I was going to lose my stomach, too, but because I could place a sliver of hope in Fourth Sage¹, I managed to keep the food down.
Because I have the Sage’s words, I can’t reach a state of resignation like the old man or Okama-san.
I still have too many attachments to this world.
My ethics from my previous life—telling me it’s unthinkable to die for the sake of a noble idiot—interfere with any attempt at resolve.
I’m not sure how much time passed after lunch.
Several burly men arrived and led us out of the cell.
We were taken to a place that looked like a dome at the Magic School.
On the stage sat His Majesty the King, surrounded by people who appeared to be high-ranking officials.
The first thing I noticed below the stage was the executioner.
I’d probably be scolded for the comparison, but there were three men as massive as Alberto-san from Strock Village.
Their faces were concealed by black metal masks, and the largest among them held an axe.
Just looking at them made my heart leap into my throat; it became hard to breathe.
There were also about five robed Mages, people who looked like clerks, and what were likely witnesses—dignified people in fine clothing—surrounding the area.
”We shall now commence the trial of the high-profile criminals. Alec Reinisch, step forward,” an official said.
The heroic old man was called first.
Reinisch.
A surname I’ve heard somewhere.
That’s right—the surname of Marx-san, who died in Garao Village, was Reinisch.
He mentioned being an immigrant from Larland.
Maybe they were relatives.
If I had known his name earlier, we might have been able to talk, but it’s too late now.
By the time I realized it, the old man’s charges were being read.
”Are these facts correct?” the official asked.
”They are,” Alec replied with a booming voice.
”That integrity is admirable. Will you not become my servant?” King Heinrich IV asked.
His Majesty the King raised a hand to stay the official about to pronounce the sentence and spoke directly to the man.
”I am humbled by your words, Your Majesty. However, I have already taken many lives and committed many atrocities. Please, let it all end here,” Alec replied.
When the King replied with a slightly saddened “I see,” the official pronounced the death sentence.
The three executioners approached and tried to pull a leather bag over the old man’s head.
”No need. It’ll only get dirty,” Alec said.
With those words, he placed his own neck upon the anvil the executioners had prepared.
With a single swing of the axe, his head was severed.
The graceful man was next.
His charges were read, but he denied everything.
A Mage then presented a mind-reading verdict, but the man claimed the mind-reading was a lie because he couldn’t use Mana³.
The Mage explained the method for reading the minds of those without ability and detailed the crimes further.
Ultimately, he was sentenced to death for espionage—leaking the movements of the Kingdom’s army to the enemy Empire of Charle over many years in exchange for gold and goods.
Unlike the old man, this man tried to flee.
He didn’t die from the first blow.
He thrashed and struggled, and in the end, his head never fully left his body.
He died from blood loss after a long, agonizing struggle.
Watching the two of them die made my head go numb.
The people I killed myself.
The people who died in the war.
The family and villagers who died of the plague.
Not as a Reincarnated Person², but as a human carrying Larry’s memories, the weight of life and death swirled in my mind.
I want to live.
It wasn’t a fear of death; it was a desperate thirst for life that took over my heart.
”I’ll see you on the other side,” Okama-san said to me.
Okama-san said this to me as he stepped forward.
Even in a foreign land, he is a landed noble.
I thought a trial held in the same place as commoners like us would be a humiliation, but he didn’t seem to care.
The official read the charges.
”That’s not quite right,” Okama-san said.
It was a minor detail, but when he denied it, the Mages gathered to confer.
The charges were amended, but the death penalty was still pronounced.
”However, a proposal to pay two-thirds of the ransom has arrived from His Majesty the King of Albion, along with a petition from your subjects. By the mercy of our King, His Majesty Heinrich IV, the sentence is commuted to permanent exile. Never set foot in the Kingdom of Schuberitz territory again. Leave at once!” the official said.
Upon hearing the official’s words, Okama-san dropped to one knee toward His Majesty on the dais and bowed his head.
”I am deeply grateful for the benevolence of His Majesty, the King of Schuberitz,” Okama-san said.
His voice trembled as he spoke.
He was then led away from the dome by an official.
I want to live.
”We shall now commence the trial of the audience, Larry Fee Getys. Step forward,” the official said.
As I stood there, the trembling that had seized me several times finally stopped.
The thirst for life ruled my heart more than any fear of death.
The tension in my entire body, even in my face, vanished.
The verdict might already be decided.
Even so, I am going to survive.
I took a step toward the future.
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Summary:
Moving from the Golem Battalion base to the Royal Capital, the protagonist faces the harsh reality of a near-certain guilty verdict. He undergoes a humilitating magical interrogation by Major Sonya and her mages, who use mind-reading instead of verbal questioning. Following the interrogation, he is thrown into a cell with a mercenary and other criminals to await his final judgment
The protagonist shares his story with his cellmates, revealing he attacked a noble’s son to save a woman named Nico. The cellmates, including a former guard and a smuggling Baron, conclude that the protagonist faces certain execution. The conversation shifts toward the grim fates of their respective countries and the potential enslavement of the woman the protagonist tried to protect
The prisoners are moved from their cell to a public trial held within a magical dome. Alec Reinisch accepts his execution with dignity, while a spy meets a gruesome end after a failed denial. The mood shifts as Okama-san is spared through a royal ransom, leaving Larry to face his own judgment with a renewed will to survive
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Trivia:
- The mention of corn from the ‘American continent’ implies a world map similar to Earth or a translation of concepts from the Sage’s former life
- The protagonist’s lower body is translucent through the linen loincloth, adding to the humiliation theme
- The protagonist explicitly refers to Nico as ‘my woman’
- The Crown Prince’s cousin is a maternal relative (外戚 – gaiseki)
- The mention of white bread implies a significant wealth gap in this world
- Larry’s internal struggle with ‘previous life ethics’ highlights his unique perspective on the value of life compared to the local
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Character Insight:
Major Sonya shows a repeat behavioral pattern of anatomical obsession and harassment toward subordinates and prisoners, specifically targeting sexual organs through mana.
The protagonist shows a moment of empathy or comparison by linking the sturdy man’s bandit past to Isabella’s rise in rank.
Larry transitions from a passive observer paralyzed by fear to an active participant driven by an primal ‘thirst for life’ after witnessing the reality of death.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Neumul – The Neumul family name, carried by Elna (formerly Erna), holds commoner status with a modest allowance. Lacking high noble standing, the family is strictly defined by its professional duties, being directly responsible for the administrative and facility management branches of the military stationed at the Tomasgen Garrison.
• Elna – A middle-aged woman belonging to the elderly demographic of this world. She wears a clerical military uniform adorned with gold decorations in numerous places and serves as a Lieutenant and the facility manager of the 101st Golem Battalion headquarters.
• His Majesty – The King of the realm. He possesses a face described as an expressionless Noh mask, though he shows a flicker of amusement during the legal proceedings. He presides over the high-level deliberations and gives the final word on legal transitions such as duels.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Louise – A towering, seven-foot-tall Golem Battalion Vice Commander on the Western Front, she has a massive, muscular build, short red hair, and fierce, masculine features. Clad in black and gold military dress, her phantom-like prowess commands respect. Formerly a silent, hardworking soldier, she harbors a deep devotion to the protagonist, Larry, who others consider her “husband.”
• Commander – A man leading the mercenary press-gang at the south gate.
• Sonya – Major Sonya is a petite elf with a child’s height, pointed ears, and a cheerful voice. She commands the 101st Golem Battalion, wielding terrifying military power within the Schuberitz Kingdom. Masking her strength with a dual personality, she shifts from a formal officer to a cruel, mocking “gal-type” persona. She shows a predatory, mischievous interest in the protagonist’s development and is known for her sadistic mana injections.
• 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 Second Lieutenant in the Royal Army is the leader of the Weasels of Bohemia, who helped annex the region. A battle-hardened veteran with a low growl, short bob, and facial burn scar, she commands respect with monstrous strength and masterful spear combat. As aunt to student Marie, her noble connections earn admiration among the VIPs.
• Nico – A petite, silver-haired student in a tailored maid outfit and floral hairpiece, she is a diligent yet anxious laundry worker and Village Head Fee member. Saved from a noble’s son by Larry, she is deeply devoted to him, sharing a proactive romantic bond where she protects and scolds him. Insecure from a past kidnapping, she relies on Marie, her confidante, while Larry constantly worries for her safety.
• Okama-san – A character with a feminine speech style who is revealed to be a land-owning noble from a foreign country. Despite facing execution, they maintain a composed and somewhat refined demeanor, eventually receiving a commutation to permanent exile.
• Hans – Hans-niisan (17) is the rugged, 2m-tall, 100kg heir to the Kessler estate and elder brother of Larry. Acting as an elder brother figure to the narrator, he is expected to care for the narrator’s sisters-in-law in Strock Village. Rough yet charismatic, he shares Willow District intel and enforces the will of the Fee Village Head—a role he refused, holding his own wedding while Larry declined.
• Alberto – A 17-year-old, red-haired Strock Village man over 2m tall and 100kg with monstrous strength, used to gauge the size of royal executioners. Formerly a delinquent, this renowned combatant—known to Larry and Hans—is now a temporary Elders’ Council member. Engaged to Mary Eisner, he questions Larry’s future as Village Head.
• Reinisch – The Reinisch family name, carried by Alec. The lineage is associated with immigrants from Larland, including a man named Marx who died in Garao Village.
• Alec – Alec, a man with a heroic and sturdy build. He is a criminal who faces his death with great integrity, refusing a blindfold and placing his own neck on the anvil.
• Marx – A fifty‑something laundry owner from Obernbach, a Laland refugee and militia member of the second unit, Larry’s eldest squad mate who often sparks conversation and now battles a painful leg injury after a near‑attack by a regular infantry soldier; also known as Marx, a comrade of the protagonist who served alongside Ho‑san and was killed at Garao Village.
• 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.
• Heinrich IV – The King of the Kingdom of Schuberitz. He shows a degree of mercy and personal interest in the condemned, personally addressing Alec Reinisch and granting a commutation to Okama-san.
• Larry – A tall Level-3 mana user at Bizan Magic School with red-white skin, curly bronze hair, and eyes, Larry Fee Getys is a reincarnated former slave-soldier under house arrest and on trial. Married to Nico and linked to Monica, Teressa, and Louise, he uses modern knowledge for Golemics. Faced with a guilty verdict, he fights for survival in duels, his fear replaced by a fierce thirst for life.
• Getys – Larry Fee Getys, a youth from Strock Village in the Viscounty of Bizan, carries a lineage recognized within his academy’s social hierarchy, which is invoked by court officials to formally declare his innocence. Raised by his aunts Alisa and Monica, Larry belongs to a clan of rugged, battle-scarred warriors like Hardy and his late brother Denis, whose people fell to disease and war.
• Fee – Larry Fee Getys, of the court-recognized Fee lineage, leads the Getys household in governing Strock Village alongside Hans and Iffens. Characterized by distinguished, cohesive authority, this fantasy protagonist embodies family legacy through his middle name. His structured, traditional household recently hired the maid Nico to serve Teressa, reinforcing their established noble stature.
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