Volume 3 Chapter 1 Aiming for Niver
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Having newly welcomed John and Reina into my care, I was also able to secure a carriage from the Adventurer’s Guild.
According to the information provided by Hilbert, the slave merchant who purchased Nier’s daughter, Mia, was operating out of the suburbs of Niver.
Once our preparations for the journey were complete, I set out with my party, striking a direct course for Niver.
* * *
We passed through the southern gate, following the highway as it stretched out parallel to the Melin River.
The city of Niver was apparently located quite a distance straight south of Grimm.
As we left the filth-ridden streets of Grimm behind us, the crisp, pristine morning air flooded my lungs, washing away the stench.
John and Reina occupied the driver’s seat outside.
Right now, John was holding the reins.
The two of them were set to rotate shifts at the helm, ensuring that while one drove, the other could remain fully alert to guard the perimeter.
Inside the passenger cabin, it was just the three of us: myself, Nier, and Helga.
When I cracked open the window facing the driver’s seat, the wind cutting into the cabin felt sharp and cold against my cheeks.
”Whew, that wind is biting. How are things out there? Any problems?” I asked.
”Nah, we’re good, Boss! This coat is incredibly warm, the gear is top-tier, and honestly, I’ve never felt better!” John said.
I had completely replaced the worn-out clothes and battered equipment that John and Reina arrived with.
Both of them were now wearing protective gambesons and quilted jackets underneath their gear, topped off with heavy, tightly woven wool coats.
The coats came equipped with deep hoods to block the wind.
For their lower bodies, they had well-tailored trousers tucked into sturdy leather boots.
Thick, heavy hose were fastened over their trousers, offering solid protection from the knees down.
John was built for the front lines, serving as both our melee combatant and our vanguard shield-bearer.
He wore a long, hauberk-style chainmail shirt complemented by an iron helm designed with a distinct nasal guard.
With this configuration, the risk of a slashing blow turning into a fatal injury was drastically reduced.
Slung across his back was a massive triangular heater shield.
It was large enough that if John crouched just a little bit, his entire frame could completely disappear behind it.
John stood a bit taller than me and possessed a much broader, sturdier build.
With a shield of this scale, he could reliably shelter his comrades from a hail of arrows in a sudden crisis.
We decided it was best for them to keep using the specific weapons their hands were already accustomed to.
John’s weapon of choice was a massive two-handed sword with an exceptionally long blade.
The hilt portion was equally elongated to accommodate a double-handed grip.
Apparently, this specific style of weapon was called a two-handed sword.
When stood upright on its pommel, the tip reached slightly higher than my own height of 172 centimeters.
A prominent, wide crossguard sat between the blade and the grip, offering excellent protection for the hands.
The ricasso-the base of the blade just above the guard-was left unsharpened, allowing him to safely choke up on the steel to swing it effectively during close-quarters brawls.
By the way, the single-handed swords I frequently spot people carrying around the city thoroughfares are typically called longswords.
Though even if they carry the name ‘longsword,’ their blades are actually shorter than the traditional long swords I remember seeing back home in art museums.
”This quilted jacket and the coat… they are both wonderfully warm,” Reina said.
Reina had opted for a solid leather cuirass to protect her upper torso.
In order to keep her archery form completely unrestricted, her chest and core were securely guarded by the hardened leather while her shoulders and arms were left entirely exposed.
Prioritizing maximum mobility, she wore no heavy defensive plating on her lower body.
Reina’s primary weapon was a shortbow.
It was a compact bow, spanning less than the width of a person’s outstretched arms, making it highly maneuverable and optimized for rapid-fire execution.
Having been raised as a hunter from a young age, she possessed the talent to loose arrows accurately from almost any stance or awkward physical angle.
As a secondary fallback weapon, she kept a practical utility knife sheathed at her hip.
Hung across the back of her waist was a waterproof quiver crafted from durable pigskin.
I had gone ahead and purchased an additional 150 arrows to fill it.
Arrows are naturally bulky and heavy, meaning an average traveler wouldn’t dream of stockpiling them in such massive quantities.
In my case, however, any excess supply that couldn’t fit on her person could simply be deposited instantly into my Interdimensional Space¹ storage, rendering weight concerns entirely irrelevant.
With this setup, Reina could fire completely at will, liberated from the stress of counting her remaining arrow count.
Arrows are surprisingly expensive commodities in this world, costing a full copper coin apiece.
Before this, Reina had been so strapped for cash that she couldn’t afford to restock, leaving her with only a handful of shafts to her name.
That was the real reason she couldn’t bring herself to freely loose arrows during our frantic encounter with the Dire Wolf back in the Magic Forest.
She had quietly lamented earlier that if she had only possessed an abundant supply of arrows back then, Allen might not have died.
”This travel gown is also incredibly warm. Goshujin-sama, thank you so much,” Nier said.
”Mmh, it’s so incredibly soft and warm!” Helga added.
I had purchased thick, woolen traveling gowns for both Nier and Helga.
They were delightfully plush, fluffy gowns that draped comfortably all the way down past their knees.
With outerwear this substantial, they wouldn’t have to worry about freezing even in the dead of winter.
On top of that, I had everyone pick out leather gloves and several fresh changes of undergarments and basic linen undershirts.
According to them, none of them had ever experienced spending this much money on clothing in their entire lives.
I had also upgraded my own personal setup, swapping out my basic leather breastplate for a higher-grade set of leather armor.
My own traveling coat featured a much sharper, more stylish design, noticeably superior in quality compared to the standard ones I bought for John and Reina.
When totaling up the new wardrobe and combat gear for the entire party, the final bill came out to nearly 18 gold coins.
It was a staggering sum to drop all at once.
To put it in perspective, 18 gold coins was an amount of capital large enough to outright purchase five to ten adult slaves in the current market.
As my own physical safety directly correlated to an increase in John and Reina’s combat efficacy, this was absolutely not the place to start pinching pennies.
”The wind is starting to feel significantly colder out there. Let’s see about warming the air up a bit,” I said.
Invoking my magic, I began manifesting fresh air directly around the driver’s platform and within the interior of our passenger cabin.
I gently raised the temperature of the newly created air, stabilizing it to a perfectly comfortable climate reminiscent of a mild, balmy spring afternoon.
Both the driver’s seat and the cabin fell safely within a three-meter radius of my position.
Since any physical matter generated through my magic remains under my absolute, flawless control as long as it stays within that three-meter threshold, the heated air wasn’t swept away by the rushing headwind.
”Huh? Wait… did it suddenly just get warm out here…?” Reina muttered.
”Whoa, this is insane! The wind isn’t even hitting us anymore!” John shouted.
With that, both the driver’s box and the cabin interior became perfectly insulated.
This meant that even though John and Reina were technically sitting completely exposed to the elements outside, they were wrapped in total warmth.
Manipulating magic on this minor scale required zero specialized training or practice; it was the type of utility I could manifest the exact instant the concept crossed my mind.
I decided to officially catalog this air-warming spell as ‘Warm.’²
”Even so, the sheer amount of vibration from this carriage is absolute torture,” I said.
”They do say that traveling long distances in a standard carriage feels akin to the punishments of the underworld…” Nier replied.
Our vehicle-which was essentially nothing more than a giant wooden crate bolted directly onto solid wooden wheels-was currently barreling down a primitive thoroughfare composed of uneven, heavily packed dirt.
Because the structure was entirely devoid of suspension springs or shock absorbers, the three of us inside were having our rears violently bounced off the seats in a manner that was almost comical.
Despite having only recently departed, my backside was already aching intensely.
Even if I applied healing magic to instantly soothe the bruising, the pain would simply start building right back up the moment the spell concluded.
It was a textbook vicious cycle.
”Is the road surface on this highway always this poorly maintained?” I asked.
”Oh, no. In fact, the main highways connecting major cities like this are considered the best-maintained roads in the region. Most of the secondary paths out there aren’t even wide enough for a standard carriage to squeeze through,” Nier explained.
Even though it was classified as a primary highway, the width of the thoroughfare was far from uniform.
There were stretches broad enough for two oncoming carriages to pass each other with room to spare, which would then abruptly bottleneck into passes so narrow a single vehicle could barely crawl through.
The terrain wasn’t perfectly flat either.
The path advanced by constantly repeating a rhythm of gentle, rolling ascents and sudden downward slopes.
”Well, there’s an easy fix for this. Let’s just lift the carriage. ‘Fly,’”³ I muttered.
Using my magic, I manifested a solid, horizontal slab of stone directly beneath the undercarriage, levitating the entire vehicle just enough so that the wooden wheels were hovering a mere centimeter or two off the dirt.
I intentionally restricted ‘Fly’ to handle nothing but the vertical levitation, leaving the actual forward propulsion entirely to the horses.
By neutralizing the vertical drops, the total weight of the carriage vanished from the equation, and the physical friction against the ground dropped to absolute zero.
From the horses’ perspective, it must have felt like they were running completely unburdened, pulling nothing more than their own body weight.
”The… the carriage is literally floating!” Reina gasped.
”Holy crap! We’re actually flying!” John yelled.
John and Reina were staring down in absolute awe at our airborne transit.
Granted, when I say we were flying, we were only hovering about an inch or so off the actual ground.
”I’m keeping the carriage suspended using my magic. It’s completely weightless now, which means the burden on the horses has been minimized, so feel free to pick up the pace,” I called out.
”Ha! If it’s this light, we can really push the speed!” John laughed.
”Wow! This is amazing, it doesn’t hurt at all anymore!” Helga cheered.
”To witness such a profound display… Truly, this is the divine handiwork of… no, of Goshujin-sama,” Nier whispered.
With my lower body finally spared from the relentless pounding of the road, a comfortable sense of mental tranquility returned to me.
Sliding the cabin window fully open, I relaxed and watched the landscape roll past.
Along both sides of the highway, massive agricultural fields stretched out as far as the eye could see.
It was an incredibly vast, sweeping vista.
No matter how far our eyes traveled toward the horizon, the endless patchwork of farmland simply continued without interruption.
Every now and then, I could spot the distant silhouettes of laborers tending to the soil.
Come to think of it, whenever I had stepped outside the walls of Grimm before this, I had exclusively traveled toward the northern perimeter where the Magic Forest was located.
”Is the territory surrounding Grimm entirely dominated by these kinds of farmlands?” I asked.
”Yes. It’s like this to the south, but if you travel east or west outside of Grimm, you’ll find massive plantations spanning the entire countryside as well,” Nier answered.
”I see. What exactly are they cultivating out there?” I murmured.
”Given the current season, I’d imagine they’ve just finished planting the winter rye,” Nier said.
The fields were blanketed in low, vibrant green shoots pushing through the dirt.
I was told that this specific crop served as the primary raw ingredient for the dense black bread everyone consumed.
I kept my eyes fixed on the outdoor scenery for quite a while, but aside from the occasional agricultural worker, I didn’t spot a single passerby along the road.
Furthermore, we hadn’t encountered or crossed paths with any other inbound carriages.
”We seem to have this entire thoroughfare completely to ourselves,” I remarked.
”Winter is right around the corner, so there are very few independent merchants willing to risk traveling around this time of year,” Nier noted.
”Does anyone other than merchants actually travel between cities?” I inquired.
”Hardly anyone, honestly. If they do, they usually crowd into the public stagecoaches. Ordinary citizens simply don’t possess the kind of coin required to hire private mercenaries for protection,” Nier explained.
”Right. That makes sense,” I said.
Monsters failed to make an appearance as well.
From what I gathered, monsters primarily concentrated their populations within dense, untamed geographic features like deep mountain ranges and old forests.
Since major state highways designed to link prominent cities intentionally avoided cutting directly through dense forest canopies, the primary threat one needed to guard against out here came from human elements, like highwaymen and bandits.
We continued swapping idle conversation while taking in the views until the carriage smoothly drifted toward the shoulder of the road and came to a stop.
It was time to give the horses a necessary breather.
It fell to Helga to retrieve fresh feed from the Interdimensional Space and tend to the animals.
As I stood by watching her expertly care for the horses, I went through the motions of standard radio calisthenics to loosen up my stiff, locked muscles.
”Goshujin-sama is performing those bizarre movements again…” Helga muttered.
If I were to cast healing magic on the horses, they could technically keep sprinting indefinitely without ever registering physical exhaustion.
However, unlike a mechanical automobile, a horse is a living, breathing creature.
They required regular intervals of fresh water and real sustenance to function.
Healing magic might fix muscle fatigue, but it does absolutely nothing to fill an empty stomach.
Once the horses were fully rested, we got back underway, and within a short distance, a large stone bridge loomed ahead.
We crossed over the expanse of the Melin River, continuing our steady progression toward the south.
Looking out, the Melin River took a sharp left turn, its massive current redirecting toward the eastern territories.
* * *
After we had been traveling down the highway for a few hours, John and Reina suddenly called back to me from the front box.
”Boss Ryu, we’ve got eyes on the Niver-bound public stagecoach up ahead,” John said.
”All of the passengers have disembarked from the vehicle. It looks like they’ve run into some sort of trouble,” Reina added.
Opening the window directly behind the driver’s platform to survey the situation, I saw a large crowd of travelers who had abandoned the coach and were currently resting along the grassy shoulder of the highway.
The public stagecoach heading toward Niver appeared completely stranded.
I temporarily deactivated the ‘Fly’ spell, gently lowering our carriage back until the wooden wheels made solid contact with the dirt road.
John carefully steered our vehicle into the opposite lane, preparing to bypass and overtake the stalled coach.
”Wait, isn’t that John?! Man, look at that high-grade gear you’re rocking. I almost didn’t recognize you, buddy!” Nickel called out.
”Hey there, Nickel. So you guys are the ones handling the escort contract for this run? What’s the holdup with the coach?” John asked.
”One of the main wheels snapped clean off the axle. The driver’s back there trying to patch it up right now,” Nickel explained.
”Oof, that’s rough luck. Well, good luck with the repair,” John said.
”Yeah, nothing we can do but wait. Catch you later!” Nickel waved.
The mercenaries guarding the stranded stagecoach were adventurers John was already well-acquainted with.
They were simply killing time, waiting for the driver to finish mounting the replacement wheel.
We managed to smoothly overtake the public coach without drawing any unwanted complications or hostility from the stranded crowd.
Once we had put a bit of distance between our vehicle and the stagecoach, I invoked ‘Fly’ once more, lifting the carriage back into its effortless, floating glide.
”It looked like there were more people than that stagecoach could ever hold, or was it just my imagination?”
”Goshujin-sama, it’s not your imagination. I’m pretty sure people ride up on the roof of the passenger carriage too.”
”With how much that thing must sway, isn’t that incredibly dangerous?”
”Yes, it’s highly dangerous. It’s common for people to fall off and get seriously injured. Normally, unless someone is in absolute desperation, they don’t travel between cities at all.”
I’m glad we didn’t choose the stagecoach. Given the risks, there’s no telling when—or if—we would have reached Niver. It was noon, and while the horses fed on their fodder, we decided to grab some lunch as well. Since anyone other than me touching my Interdimensional Magic ¹ would instantly die, I stepped into the corner of the carriage to pull out our boxed meals.
”Fooood! Fooood! Ah, I’m so hungry—oof!”
A sudden lurch and a sharp crack echoed through the carriage. “Whoa! Watch it! Helga, you almost died just now, you know that?”
Out of nowhere, Helga had tripped over absolutely nothing and nearly plunged headfirst into the Interdimensional Space ². “Ouuuch!… I tumbled. Ahaha!”
”Don’t give me that ‘ahaha.’ How many times do I have to tell you that you’ll die if you touch the black void?”
”Ahaha. I’m sorryyy.”
The moment this girl gets hungry, her danger level spikes exponentially. Lately, if I take my eyes off her for a second, she tries to dive straight into the Interdimensional Space.
I have to stay constantly on guard because it feels like she’s trying to force me to clean up after her self-destruction. Is she naturally drawn to it because the food is stored inside? She really acts like an insect. Since I’ve strictly forbidden Helga from masturbating while we’re on the road, the sheer boredom might just be making her even hungrier than usual.
We had been driving for a while after lunch when the carriage came to a sudden halt. John and the others called out to me, prompting me to step outside. “Boss Ryu, we’ve got some people sitting up ahead on the road.”
”Hmm? Ah, yeah, there are a few of them. What about it?”
I could see a few human figures, tiny as grains of rice, sitting along the left shoulder of the road. “The path ahead turns into an uphill slope, so we can’t see what’s waiting over the crest. We can’t see past the hill on the right side either… It gives me a bad feeling,” Reina said.
”Boss, this has ambush written all over it,” John added.
”Hmm… you might be right,” I muttered. “Do we plow right through with the carriage… or should the two of us head out to scout it? What’s the call?”
Both of them waited for my judgment with dead-serious expressions. If there was a massive crowd waiting to ambush us over that crest, sending the two of them out to scout would be suicide. In the worst-case scenario, they might not make it back alive. What to do… Either way, we had to move forward along this path.
”We’re plowing straight through. John, I don’t care what those guys say, do not stop the carriage.”
”Got it!”
”Reina, keep your eyes locked on them. If they make a single suspicious move, kill them without hesitation. Can you do it?”
”Yes, Ryu-sama.”
”Alright. I’m getting up on the driver’s seat too. If arrows come flying, I’ll block them with my magic, so don’t worry.”
”Yes.”
”Understood, Boss.”
I took my position standing right beside John to maintain watch. Reina stood tightly on the other side, her body tense and ready. I called back to Nier and the others, instructing them to shut the carriage windows and lock the doors securely. “Alright, John. Move.”
”Alright, let’s show ’em what we’ve got!”
John gradually urged the horses to increase their speed. It would be disastrous if anyone caught sight of the carriage floating in midair. I applied just a fraction of buoyancy to cushion the vibrations rattling up into the driver’s seat. The wheels remained in light contact with the dirt, keeping them spinning normally.
”Reina, is this amount of swaying going to be an issue?”
”No, it’s perfectly fine.”
Reina gripped her shortbow along with three backup arrows in her left hand, while her right hand held a single arrow ready, her fingers locked around the fletching. Closing her left eye and tilting her chin up just a fraction, her wide-open right eye completely locked onto the target.
The figures that looked like tiny grains of rice grew progressively larger. Gradually, the distinct shapes of the people sitting by the roadside came into sharp focus. Four… no, five of them. I could clearly see that at least one of them had a sword strapped to his waist.
”Wait! Hold on! Stop!”
With barely fifty meters left between us, one of the men suddenly leapt out into the center of the road. He was a man carrying a longsword at his hip. He screamed at the top of his lungs, flinging his arms out wide to block our path.
”John, don’t you dare slow down.”
”You bet!”
Manifesting countless razor-sharp blades of wind in the air around us, I flicked my gaze toward Reina for a split second. “Reina, take him out. Can you do it?”
”Yes! Easily!”
Shifting into a half-profile stance, she kept the shortbow raised in her left hand while retaining the extra arrows, her right hand drawing the nocked string back to its absolute limit.
The exact moment I snapped my gaze back to the man, a sharp whistle cut through the air as Reina’s loosed arrow tore forward. Before the first shaft could even impact, a second arrow was already flying from her bow in rapid succession.
”Ghu—”
Just as I registered the first arrow tracing a tight arc straight into his left breast, the second struck him squarely in the abdomen. The man collapsed heavily onto the dirt.
John expertly handled the reins to steer the carriage to the right, dodging the fallen body while cracking the whip to force even more speed out of the horses.
I kept my focus pinned on the edge of my vision, scanning the top of the slope and the blind side of the hill. The instant an arrow flew from those positions, I would protect the entire carriage behind an Ice Shield ³.
”You bastards—how dare you!”
With only twenty meters left to close, another one of the men who had been sitting by the roadside bolted to his feet, screaming in rage. The exact instant the man drew his blade, a sharp whistle echoed from right beside me as an arrow shot dead straight through the gap. With an arrow suddenly sprouting directly from his left eye socket, the man dropped his longsword into the dirt and fell over backward.
The remaining three individuals stayed completely seated. We were about to blow right past their shoulders. I divided my attention between monitoring the immediate threat beside us and watching for a secondary ambush further out.
Reina held the shortbow nocked with the final arrow, swiveling her torso smoothly to the left, keeping her line of fire on the remaining seated figures. None of the remaining men made a move. They watched in absolute, stunned silence as our carriage roared past.
We were through. They were already swallowed up by our dust trail. There was no way they could ever catch up to a speeding carriage on foot.
”Reina, stay sharp and watch our flanks.”
”Yes!”
The carriage surged up the steep incline with powerful momentum. There wasn’t a single sign of anyone peeking out from the crest of the right-hand hill. We cleared the top of the slope. Completely empty. The visibility up here was perfect. We could see clear to the horizon line. There wasn’t a secondary ambush waiting over the ridge after all.
I glanced back over my shoulder to check the hill on our left. No one emerged from the cover of that ridge either. No arrows came flying after us.
”Phew. We made it through in one piece.”
”Hell yeah! We did it!”
”Haa… huff… huff…”
”Reina, excellent shooting.”
”Haa… haa… Thank you! I got them!”
”So an ambush never actually materialized at the end.”
”True… though they might still be hiding deeper past that ridge,” Reina replied. “If we had actually stopped the carriage, they definitely would’ve jumped us, right?”
”… Most likely. Excellent work, both of you.”
The final three individuals who had remained seated consisted of two unarmed people dressed in merchant attire, one of them a middle-aged woman. The exact split second we had blown past them, I caught the unmistakable reflection of pure terror in their eyes.
Maybe they were genuinely stranded travelers desperate for aid, or maybe they were acting as a harmless-looking decoy to lower our guard. Whatever those guys blocking the road were actually trying to accomplish, we’ll never truly know.
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Summary:
Departing the borders of Grimm, the protagonist optimizes his newly acquired carriage and coordinates a rotation of sentry duties between his newly armed party members. Utilizing thermal and levitation mechanics, he completely bypasses the geographic physical discomforts of dirt road transit. A sudden roadside encounter with a stranded public carriage introduces an old acquaintance named Nickel, highlighting a shared thoroughfare environment filled with hidden regional variables
Moving past a crowded stagecoach scene, Ryu and his crew confront a suspicious party blocking the highway. Reina quickly eliminates two emerging combatants with rapid bow fire. The vehicle speeds over the hill, leaving behind a group of trembling onlookers whose true intentions remain a total mystery
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Trivia:
- The specific metric threshold of the protagonist’s magic control zone is set precisely at a three-meter operational radius.
- Agricultural distribution around Grimm follows a multi-directional pattern, with rye cultivation and extensive plantations expanding across the western, eastern, and southern outer regions alike.
- The specific physical toll or limitations of Ryu’s floating carriage mechanics on the horses
- The geographical distance or proximity of Niver relative to their current position on the highwa
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Character Insight:
The protagonist shifts from purely defensive optimization to active party luxury investment, displaying an pragmatic understanding that equipping his companions directly enhances his long-term safety margins.
Ryu maintains an incredibly clinical, pragmatic outlook on his traveling companions, viewing Helga’s behavioral constraints with the same cold logic he applies to evaluating fatal magical parameters or roadside ambushes.
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Glossary:
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Notes:
• Reina – A nineteen-year-old female archer, raised as a village hunter, she has fair skin, a brown ponytail, and a well-proportioned build. Wearing a leather cuirass with exposed shoulders, she fights with a shortbow, dagger, and high mobility. The sole woman and emotional heart of her party with old friends Allen and John, she is kind yet easily flustered. After fighting a Dire Wolf pack with Ryuichi in the Magic Forest, she visits his mansion and entirely submits to him as a slave for absolute survival.
• John – A twenty-year-old blond adventurer and mercenary built slightly larger than the protagonist. Arrogant and foul-mouthed, he grew up in the same village as Allen and Reina, serving as an aggressive vanguard alongside them. Wearing chainmail, a helm, and a wool coat, he wields a two-handed sword and heater shield. To escape his profession’s high mortality rate and protect his partner, he volunteers as Ryuichi’s combat slave, later joining Reina as a mansion guard.
• Hilbert – A middle-aged merchant with a neat beard and gentlemanly air, he professionally runs a high-end Slave Trading House where he handles high-value inquiries, transactions, and formal business introductions with composure. Unbiased and legally thorough, he sold Nier to the narrator and now leverages his carriage mail, slave trade network, and merchant information pipelines to help track Nier’s daughter.
• Nier – A 27-year-old Japanese-esque beauty with long black hair, refined features, and large breasts, she is Ryuichi’s primary, doted-on slave. A former peddler traumatized by the brutal slave trade and separated from her young daughter, she finds security in Ryuichi’s kindness, providing domestic, culinary, and intimate care at his mansion. Enthusiastic about its new hygiene upgrades, she manages shopping and protectively educates other subordinates. For winter travel, she wears a thick, fluffy, knee-length woolen gown.
• Grimm – The name of a large settlement and community located near the Forest of Magic. Grimm is a walled city featuring a bustling marketplace and diverse population, though it suffers from severe lack of sanitation and a legalized slave trade.
• Helga – A twelve-year-old former Adventurer’s Guild receptionist with waist-length blonde hair, silver eyes, and a doll-like Northern European appearance. Bratty and flighty, she fell into slavery after a conflict with Ryuichi and the Guild Master, but is now his doted-on companion. Previously an acquaintance of John and Reina, she was kidnapped by Ganz’s group before being rescued. She speaks with a raspy voice, wears a fluffy woolen gown, and handles domestic tasks, horse care, and fetching fodder from Interdimensional Space.
• Allen – A long-haired man characterized as the voice of reason within his adventurer trio. He utilizes a one-handed sword and a buckler for defense, ultimately meeting a tragic end during an encounter with Dire Wolves.
• Man – A roughneck wearing a hat who participated in a group assault. He suffers the loss of his right arm and later his left arm during an experiment by the protagonist before being stored.
• Nickel – An adventurer and mercenary escort who is an old acquaintance of John, encountered along the highway while guarding a stranded public stagecoach.
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