Volume 2 Chapter 22 Sadist
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The fifth opponent was Sonya Kittynoir.
She was the Royal Army’s sole female field officer and the Commander of the 101st Golem Battalion¹, a woman who could be called the very foundation of this country’s military power.
An Elf who wore two faces: the brilliant soldier, and the perverted, total sadist.
”Well, well… I’m surprised, truly surprised. Now then, it’s playtime, La-ri-y-kun,” Sonya said.
This was bad; she had her perverted sadist face on.
(At first glance, she looks like a little girl, but no matter how I look at her, I don’t feel like I have a snowball’s chance in hell of winning.)
(But if I don’t win, I lose the duel. The verdict stays ‘Guilty,’ and then it’s off to the chopping block.)
”Commander… you’re really strong, aren’t you?” I asked.
I tried asking her as timidly as I could.
”Oh, I wonder? Hey, hey, what do you think?” Sonya replied.
”I… I have a feeling you’re very strong,” I said.
”Right? Exactly! Because if I’m weak, my subordinates start looking down on me, don’t they?” Sonya said.
To a Major, a duel against an amateur was nothing more than a game.
(In that case, I wonder if she’ll go easy on me? We did have a promise, didn’t we?)
”Um… you wouldn’t happen to just, you know, let me win, would you?” I asked.
”Well, you see… despite how I look, I’m a bit of a sore loser. Surprising, isn’t it? Isn’t it?” Sonya replied.
(No, no, no. Not a single person out of a hundred would find that surprising… you know.)
Even though it was daytime, the interior of the dome was dim; if there was any sign of a Fireball, the light would be obvious.
It was coming!
I dove to the left instinctively.
THWW-VOOOOOM!
A deafening roar rattled my brain, and halfway through, my hearing gave out, leaving nothing but a high-pitched, metallic ringing.
(There was no flash… an Acoustic Grenade²?)
(Whatever it was, my instincts are screaming at me to get away from her, but I’m not fast enough.)
A boot that felt like it was capped with solid metal slammed into my ribs.
(Damn it, the promise was a lie. Weren’t you supposed to be helping me?!)
Before the next kick could land, I rolled desperately away from the point of impact.
The pain in my inner ear was blinding, but as my hearing slowly trickled back, the first thing I heard was:
”Kyahahahaha!” Sonya cackled.
The Commander’s laughter.
She was totally broken.
I scrambled up from all fours, putting distance between us by moving away from the sound of her voice.
When I looked up, I was met with a wide, deranged smile.
Terror sent a jolt through my body, making me spring backward.
The Major didn’t pursue me, but diagonally behind her, several observers caught in that “acoustic grenade” blast were rolling on the ground, clutching their ears.
(So the entire dome wasn’t hit? It’s directional? Then it wasn’t a grenade.)
(Makes sense-otherwise, the Commander herself would be affected, not to mention the King.)
(What the hell was that? Some kind of Kamehameha?)
”Larry-kun, you’re not half bad! This is fun! So fun! Kyahahaha!” Sonya said.
She was only the height of a child, but the terrifying Commander was closing in on me with a laugh.
(I’ll state it clearly: This is not fun at all.)
(Damn it. If my right ankle wasn’t shot, I could make a break for my sword.)
”Oh my… oh-ho-ho? You’ve gone and hurt your right foot, haven’t you?” Sonya asked.
That was the voice of a natural-born sadist finding joy in someone else’s weakness.
”Come here, let me see. I’ll Heal it for you,” Sonya said.
”Liar! You told me before that you couldn’t use Heal!” I shouted.
She had said it herself when I got hurt during the battle at Vod Fortress.
”Oh, so you remembered? Larry, were you more interested in me than in Louise?” Sonya asked.
(That is absolutely, 100% not the case.)
I shifted my positioning while we talk.
”Heh. You look like an idiot, but I guess you can use your head,” Sonya said.
She noticed.
I had moved so that His Majesty was at my back, thinking she wouldn’t dare fire another “Kamehameha” toward the King.
”But… you don’t really think that’s enough to stop all my attacks, do you?!” Sonya shouted.
She closed the gap with nimble footwork.
If the second duelist had moved like this, I would have been finished in seconds.
She was light, moving as if her feet weren’t even touching the floor.
She dropped her center of gravity and uncorked a roundhouse kick.
(How the hell is she that flexible?)
The Commander was light, so I managed to parry the strike with my hands, but the impact left a sharp, stinging pain.
I barely dodged a follow-up spinning back kick. I tried to create space, but she stayed glued to me.
Larry’s body was young and more responsive than I expected, but the sprained ankle was a massive liability.
After showing off her leg techniques, the Commander switched to a boxing stance.
(I should have the advantage here given the height difference.)
Or so I thought, which was naive.
On top of being unable to use my footwork because of my leg, I couldn’t even land a punch; instead, my consciousness was being chipped away by counters launched from that tiny frame.
To make matters worse, every time our skin touched, she tried to perform a Mana Drain³.
”Oh my, what’s the matter? This style of fighting should be in your favor, Larry-kun!” Sonya said.
(Damn it!) I tried to step in, but she stomped on my injured right foot and landed a heavy counter.
My vision blurred; my knees buckled and lost their strength.
Just as I shifted my weight to keep from falling and stumbled back a few steps, another one of those Kamehameha blasts came.
Before I knew it, our positions had reversed, and there was no one behind me but the observers.
I avoided a direct hit, but I was forced to scramble around on all fours while she fired imitation Kamehamehas at me one after another, cackling the whole time.
(Is she… is she missing on purpose just to watch me squirm?)
(You absolute sadist.)
I wanted to scream it, but I’m already out of breath. The word “surrender” started to flicker in a corner of my mind.
(No. No, if I give up, I’m getting beheaded just like that mercenary old-timer and the pretty boy.)
(Screw this!) I forced myself up with pure grit.
Seeing me stand, the small Commander charged back in for close-quarters boxing.
Jab, jab, straight.
A textbook one-two-three; I parried that final straight with my outer forearm.
Back when I dabbled in Shorinji Kempo⁴, I learned a defense where you deflect a punch with your outer arm while dodging.
It wasn’t just a block; the motion itself strikes the opponent’s limb, and it hurts a lot more than you’d think.
When I deflected her straight, her face contorted in pain. For a split second, she forgot her footwork.
Her feet were parallel and unstable. I used my sprained right leg to sweep her, and the lightweight Commander hit the floor with a dull thud.
(I did it!)
Technically, I shouldn’t have loosened my attack-I should have taken the mount-but my right leg was screaming in pain and I couldn’t move.
”Moooh, it hurts!” Sonya cried.
Sitting on the floor, the Commander started whining like a spoiled brat.
(That look does not suit you at all.)
”I’m done. It’s my loss,” Sonya said.
I couldn’t believe my ears. Is she serious?
”Um… are you officially conceding?” I asked.
The referee official approached to confirm. The Commander looked him in the eye and clearly declared her defeat.
”Winner: Larry Fee Getys!”
My victory was formally announced by the young official.
The crowd of observers erupted into a din, though about a third of them were still incapacitated from being hit by that Kamehameha knock-off.
I still couldn’t wrap my head around it, but the realization that I don’t have to fight anymore made my strength evaporate. I collapsed right there on the spot.
”I will not tolerate this, Sonya Kittynoir! You can still fight! Get up!” Eric shouted.
A pudgy military officer stormed to the edge of the stage, screaming.
”It’s impossible- utterly im-poss-ible. If you’re so bothered by it, Colonel Eric, why don’t you fight him?” Sonya replied.
She was clearly baiting him.
”You threw that match! That is a violation of military law! I’ll have you stripped of your rank!” Colonel Eric shouted.
”Hold your tongue, Colonel,” King Isaac said.
The one who intervened was His Majesty the King.
”This is a private duel. It is a matter outside the jurisdiction of military law. You, who speaks so freely of removals, are the one who should be brought before a military tribunal,” King Isaac said.
Colonel Eric offered a resentful nod at those words, but I caught him stealing a glance toward Marquis Harritz.
(It seems this kingdom has its fair share of internal drama.)
His Majesty, acting as if he hadn’t just witnessed a spat, stood up, stepped forward, and clapped his hands twice.
”Based on these results, Larry Fee Getys is hereby declared innocent. This concludes today’s proceedings,” King Isaac said.
At his declaration, every person in the dome bowed low.
(Well… the King said it, so I guess I really am innocent.)
(Right?)
As His Majesty withdrew, the officials on the dais followed in his wake and departed.
Alone, only Colonel Eric glared at me before turning on his heel.
Marquis Harritz, who happened to be Colonel Eric’s father, wore a look of profound boredom but quickly vanished while chatting with someone nearby.
”You’re quite the handful, aren’t you, Louise’s husband?” said the High Commander.
Before I knew it, the High Commander was standing beside me, offering a hand.
”Thank you very much,” I said.
I gripped her hand and pulled myself up.
As usual, even with our skin touching, I couldn’t sense a single ripple of this woman’s consciousness.
”Well, I was holding back, so I suppose this result was only natural. Did you realize that, Larry-kun?” asked the High Commander.
”Yes… but you were clearly getting serious halfway through, weren’t you?” I replied.
”Well, you know, it was just so much fun! Sometimes you just can’t help yourself, tehe!” she chirped.
(What do you mean, “tehe”?)
(Just as I thought, she wasn’t just playing around-she was almost entirely serious. Except for the very end.)
”Well then, shall we go?” she asked.
”Where to?” I asked.
”It’s already been decided, hasn’t it? We’re going to see His Majesty the King,” the High Commander replied.
”Eh?”
I’m not sure how long we walked from the dome, but I was forced into some stiff, formal clothes along the way.
We eventually arrived at a space as wide as the hallway of the Magic School’s administration building.
In the center sat a very long, narrow circular table where someone was currently eating.
Guided by an old man who was the literal definition of a butler, the High Commander and I took our seats at that table.
”My apologies. Some fool suggested a duel when a simple deliberation would have sufficed. Ah, I’ve run out of time, so you’ll have to excuse me for speaking while I eat,” said the King.
It wasn’t the “Noh mask” King speaking, but the same man I had met at Vod Fortress².
Even if he was talking through mouthfuls of food.
While I stood there flustered, wondering how one is supposed to greet a King under such casual circumstances, the High Commander pulled out a chair and sat down without being asked.
”Here,” she said.
She pulled out the chair next to her, signaling for me to sit.
”Excuse me,” I muttered.
”Honestly, Colonel Eric was a joke. To think he’d try to use a private duel to have me removed from my post,” said the High Commander.
”Quite. He understands nothing of his own position,” the King replied.
(The High Commander’s tone isn’t exactly what I’d call “respectful toward royalty.”)
(Then again, neither of them seemed to mind.)
”True. If Sonya were removed, the next High Commander would be Louise, wouldn’t it? And if that happened, Eric-who just tried to kill Louise’s husband-wouldn’t have a prayer of staying alive,” said the King.
I turned to see Fourth Sage¹ Count Sabaski standing there.
It seems even he knows Louise calls me her husband.
”Still, a duel! What an unpredictable move. Ha, ha, ha!” the Sage laughed.
He gave me a few hearty slaps on the shoulder and sat down next to me with a grin.
(No, no, no-didn’t you say you were a dictator and could handle anything regardless?)
”Truly, they are a troublesome lot. They actually believe they’re the ones running this country,” said the King.
His Majesty the King wiped his mouth with the tablecloth, speaking with clear contempt for Marquis Harritz and Colonel Eric.
Those two were technically the King’s father-in-law and brother-in-law.
”There is a saying from my old world: ‘A country falls when maternal relatives and sycophants run wild.’ We don’t have eunuchs here, but you should still be careful,” I said.
”Oh? Do you know something?” the King asked.
”Well, the Marquis has been busy sending subordinates to other countries. It seems he’s also introducing merchants from the Turkic Empire to the local nobles, not just his own lands,” the Sage interjected.
The Sage spoke as if he were discussing the weather, but this felt like a conversation way above my pay grade.
”I see. And what are these Turkic people up to?” asked the King.
”On the surface, they’re running fabric shops. Cotton brought in from Gupta,” the Sage replied.
”Ho? Not silk?” the King mused.
The conversation shifted into internal affairs after that, and I had nothing to do but nod along occasionally.
”Your Majesty, it is time,” said the man who looked like the ultimate butler.
The King stood up.
”Larry Fee Getys. The next time we meet, it will be as the Fifth Sage. I’m expecting great things from you,” said the King.
With those outrageous parting words, His Majesty the King departed.
The High Commander turned to me with a smirk.
”You’ve got a rough road ahead. Still, you should be glad it turned into a duel,” she said.
(I have no idea what she’s talking about. I only know she’s enjoying my suffering.)
”Did you know? If it hadn’t been a duel, you would’ve been sentenced to five years of forced labor in the mines,” the High Commander said.
(So that threat was actually real?)
”It wasn’t five years. I told His Majesty two years of labor. Then, three years on the New Continent⁴. That adds up to five. I kept telling him until I was blue in the face that he’d never survive the round trip to the New Continent without two years of labor to build up his strength,” the Sage corrected.
”Eh? His Majesty definitely said five years of labor,” the High Commander argued.
(Man, I’m glad the High Commander, the Sage, and the King are all such flighty people. The result: no mines. I get to go back to school and enjoy a student life for the first time in… well, a long time.)
I asked to see the Royal Capital’s markets, but the High Commander shot me down, saying there were no “idle” guards available.
I was sent back to the 101st Battalion³ barracks while the sun was still high.
The next morning, the facility head gave me some drop-shaped sugar candies as a souvenir, and I boarded the ship.
Feeling a bit bummed about missing out on the capital, I spent two days on the water in beautiful weather, arriving at the territorial capital by evening.
As I stepped onto the quay and stretched my back, I heard someone call my name.
It was Nico, wearing her maid outfit. She was standing there with tears streaming down her face.
”I’m home,” I said.
”Geez! I was so worried!” Nico cried.
(I guess being hauled away without warning would do that to a person.)
I gave Nico’s head a little pat, signaling that we should get moving.
Instead, she lunged forward, hugging me and sobbing out loud.
Passersby gave us knowing grins as they walked past.
(It was pretty embarrassing. But it didn’t feel bad.)
”Come on, we’re going to be late for the carriage,” I said.
I finally managed to get her walking.
Upon reaching school, I went straight to the Principal’s office.
I presented the copy of the indictment and my certificate of acquittal.
Then I hopped in the school carriage to the castle to report to the Viscount’s Steward, Walter von Riedel-san, then the Guard Commander, and finally Uncle Klaus-san to apologize.
By the time I finished my rounds, it was late at night.
I woke up the Dorm Mother to get into my room, where I found both Nico and Marie waiting.
Marie didn’t cry like Nico did.
Instead, after hearing my report and giving me a thorough scold, she initiated certain… behaviors that kept us awake until the sky turned white.
(Well, it’s not like I wasn’t feeling the pent-up frustration myself.)
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Summary:
Larry navigates a brutal duel against the sadistic Commander Sonya who uses directional shockwaves to incapacitate the crowd and Larry alike. Despite her overwhelming speed and physical superiority, Larry exploits a moment of instability in her footwork to floor her with a leg sweep. Sonya unexpectedly concedes the match, leading King Isaac to declare Larry innocent despite the protests of a disgruntled Colonel Eric
Larry navigates a high-stakes meeting with the King and Sage following his duel with Eric. He learns that the duel was actually a ‘fortunate’ turn of events compared to the King’s original plan for forced labor. The journey concludes with his return to the territorial capital and an emotionally charged reunion with Nico and Marie
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Trivia:
- Sonya’s height is noted as child-like, which contrasts with her high military rank as a field officer.
- The glance Colonel Eric steals toward Marquis Harritz hints at a factional conspiracy against Larry.
- The mention of ‘Guptha’ implies an Indian-inspired region supplying cotton
- The term ‘Foreign Relatives’ refers to the maternal side of the royal family traditionally seen as a threat to monarchical powe
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Character Insight:
Sonya displays a ‘broken’ or manic personality, finding genuine amusement in Larry’s suffering, yet she possesses enough whim or hidden motive to concede a match she was clearly winning.
Larry demonstrates increasing political awareness by quoting historical precedents to the King, while the High Commander Sonya shows a more sadistic side by openly enjoying Larry’s near-miss with a labor sentence.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Kittynoir – The Kittynoir family name, carried by Major and Golem Battalion Commander Sonya, represents the highest levels of military leadership and authority within the Kingdom of Schuberitz.
• 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.
• Commander – A man leading the mercenary press-gang at the south gate.
• 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.
• 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.”
• 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.
• 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.
• Eric – A pudgy military officer holding the rank of Colonel. He displays a short temper and appears to have a political connection to Marquis Harritz.
• Isaac – The King of the realm who oversees the duels. He maintains a dignified, impartial stance and holds supreme authority over military law.
• Harritz – A Marquis who observes the duel from the sidelines. He is a high-ranking noble who seems to be involved in the kingdom’s internal political strife. The family name of the Marquis who serves as the King’s father-in-law. He is an old, tall military man with a bearded face and a chest covered in medals.
• Marquis – An elderly nobleman with a volatile temper. His face turns beet-red when insulted, and he is quick to abandon formal deliberation in favor of a violent resolution via duel.
• 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.
• Al – Alberto (Al), a massive red‑haired man recently wed to Mary, lives near the Dish Basin. He’s a companion of Hans, helping intimidate and rally elders as a villager and leader.
• Sabaski – Count Sabaski, the Fourth Sage and a Kingdom Count, is a tall, silver-haired noble of prestigious ancestry. Jovial yet blunt, he openly discusses his “dictator-like” state influence. As architect of the Agricultural-magic system and an Academy lecturer, his wisdom sustains the remnants of his once-great house, which was scarred by floods and epidemics along the Western Front.
• 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.
• Riedel – The noble family name of Walter von Riedel.
• Walter – An obese man dressed in aristocratic clothing who serves as the House Steward for Viscount Bizan. He handles negotiations and political groundwork.
• Klaus – Uncle Klaus, thin and nervous, is the Thalbach family’s finance chief and vassal to Viscount Bizan, attending the wedding as a close relative. He wears a light‑grey cloak and a black hat trimmed with gold; deep dark circles shadow his high‑strung, exhausted face, worn by endless work and his wife’s jealousy. Larry and Hans despise him, and he is the narrator’s uncle living on the hill in the territorial capital. Larry’s uncle, a professional among noble colleagues, often closes his eyes when deep in thought or stressed.
• von – A gleaming noble particle of the Sabaski lineage, marking high social standing in the Kingdom. It belongs to Annerose von Bülow’s noble bloodline in the name of Marc von Harritz.
• Marie – Fifteen-year-old Novakova, a spirited noblewoman and Weasel of Bohemia, resembles Isabella and Nico, whom she fiercely protects. Wearing a comical floral hairpiece with her uniform, she shares a secret affair with Larry, residing with Nico and masking her concern through relentless teasing, scolding, and physical intimacy. Cynical and territorial, she remains wary of outsiders.
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