Volume 2 Chapter 29 Grudge
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Following Lieutenant Colonel Helbert’s invitation, I spent the morning indulging in what he proudly called “drinking, gambling, and debauchery” at an inn with a gambling hall in the Willow District.
I only learned the cost of that entertainment on the carriage ride home.
Two Gold Coins.
And apparently, it wasn’t a treat.
Normally, meetings like that should’ve gone on an expense account.
I should’ve checked before playing.
That wasn’t the only problem, either. Since I was short on cash, I had left most of the money I’d originally been given at the shop to avoid losing everything.
According to the woman at the cashier’s desk, unused chips could be exchanged back at eighty percent value.
I still had eighty white coins left, along with thirty untouched red coins worth ten times as much.
A white coin corresponded to a silver coin, while a red coin represented a Silver Coin.
That left me with three Gold Coins and eight Silver Coins in total.
If I came back next time and exchanged the coins without gambling, I could probably break even—assuming the entrance fee remained one Gold Coin.
”I’ll tell you this now,” the old man said. “The first batch of coins was complimentary. Those can’t be exchanged. They were a different color, weren’t they?”
Come to think of it, the coins I won from the Marble Race had looked slightly different.
More importantly, why did he know what I was thinking?
”I’ve already opened a tab for you under my name. One of Adolf-dono’s men will eventually come to collect. Make sure you pay properly. You don’t want to end up floating in the Danube River.”
”I thought you were covering for me…”
”You strike me as the type who’d skip out if the debt were owed to me personally.”
He read my mind again.
Honestly, if the debt had been to this old man, I probably would’ve tried to dodge repayment somehow.
A debt to gangster types, though?
That sounded far less negotiable.
I still had money left from what Hans-niisan gave me, so I could probably manage repayment somehow.
I just hoped this wasn’t the kind of operation where interest doubled every few days.
”Right. Before I forget, take this.”
The old man tossed a long, thin notebook into my lap.
It had a leather cover, and the pages felt like parchment.
Some kind of expensive memo pad?
I opened it.
The first page read:
Viscounty of Bizan, Strock Village, Larry·Fee·Getys, Free Citizen outside the prefecture.
Beneath it sat an official square seal from the Kingdom’s Ministry of Finance and Treasury Bureau.
The next page looked like a bank ledger.
Under the withdrawal column for the Kingdom of Schuberitz Military Arsenal Bureau Magical Weapons Division, it read:
-110,000 Yen.
Current balance:
-110,000 Yen.
”It looks like a passbook,” I said, “but what’s this negative 110,000 Yen?”
”It’s a passbook used for transactions involving Silver Coins with the Kingdom administration. My salary is deposited there too. If you present it at an administrative office and sign for a withdrawal, you can receive currency. In the Royal Capital, shops can deduct money directly from the account using promissory notes.”
So basically, a fantasy-world bank account.
”The initial debt is for the design and registration fees of the artificial deer scare¹. You’re listed as the primary designer, after all.”
”Wait, nobody told me that cost money.”
”Because everyone already knows that. Nobody bothers explaining it.”
Hearing him say that with a straight face genuinely irritated me.
As I considered how best to vent my frustration, the old man dug through his pocket and flicked a coin at me.
A Gold Coin.
”One of those equals 100,000 Yen. Yen is the Kingdom’s currency unit. Though I suppose Larry here didn’t know that either?”
No, neither I nor the original Larry had ever heard of it.
At home, everything had always been counted by coin type, not numerical currency values.
”The gold is only in the center,” he continued. “It’s some sort of alloy, though I don’t know the exact details.”
The Kingdom of Schuberitz’s Gold Coins were made from three layers.
Gold in the center.
Silver surrounding it.
Brass forming the outer rim.
”Do you know why they’re made that way?”
”To prevent counterfeiting?”
Apparently, reproducing the layered structure required extremely advanced minting techniques.
Fake coins tended to separate at the seams, while genuine ones stayed intact even under rough handling.
Back at my parents’ house, we even had a special balance scale sized specifically for Gold Coins. Between the weight and dimensions, most fakes could be spotted instantly.
Incidentally, every coin above copper used multiple layers.
”That’s part of the reason,” the old man said. “The Kingdom’s Mint is unmatched, so no successful counterfeits exist. That’s why our currency circulates overseas too. But according to the man who designed it, that wasn’t the real objective.”
The man in question was the Third Sage.
The father of Marquis Harritz—the same man connected to the duel trial.
He was credited with rebuilding the country’s economy.
”He called it an escape from the gold standard, though I never really understood it myself. Apparently, tying the economy entirely to the total amount of gold causes problems. This Gold Coin contains fifteen grams of gold, but exchanging for one requires twenty grams. Even the Empire of Charle uses these coins despite being our longtime enemy. I don’t understand economics at all.”
I vaguely remembered learning something about the collapse of the gold standard in a history class back in high school.
Unfortunately, I’d forgotten almost all of it.
Besides, in a world with poor transportation and underdeveloped industry, I wasn’t even sure a large-scale economy mattered that much.
Still, as someone from a science background, I wisely kept that thought to myself.
”Anyway,” the old man continued, “people who deal directly with the Kingdom administration use passbooks like this. Understand?”
Had the Third Sage tried to leap straight from barter systems into credit settlements?
”Like I said earlier, as long as the number in there is positive, you can exchange it for cash at administrative offices in any territorial or state capital. So don’t worry. And remember—one Gold Coin equals 100,000 Yen. Make sure you pay your debts properly.”
I figured as much.
Still, every time I interacted with this old man, my debt somehow increased.
Between last night’s entertainment and the design registration fees, I already owed over 300,000 Yen.
Was he some kind of poverty god?
Then I remembered Isabella’s medical expenses.
Another 500,000 Yen.
”Listen carefully,” he said. “Anyone carrying one of those passbooks is considered someone chosen to work with the Kingdom administration.”
If that’s true, then last night’s entertainment should’ve counted as business expenses too.
”Look outside.”
I followed his gaze.
”The Danube River? That’s a pretty big detour.”
”No. The other side.”
Along the riverside stood rows of general stores and merchant shops preparing to open for the day.
”That one.”
The store he pointed to had already opened its shutters.
Colorful fabric rolls filled the interior wall to wall.
”It’s beautiful.”
Right after I said that, we passed Nico’s parents’ paper shop.
The clerk, Lubellman-san, was already outside directing the younger workers as they prepared for business.
An ordinary morning scene.
”That fabric shop handles cotton imported from a distant southern country,” the old man said.
”Cotton?”
”Yeah. It’s weaker than linen, but the colors turn out beautifully when dyed. Not as warm as wool either, but it’s cheap.”
”I see…”
Where was he going with this?
”Officially, it’s supposed to be a store run by Refugees from Harmonia. But doesn’t it seem suspicious that they managed to open three shops—in the Harritz territorial capital, the Bizan capital, and the Royal Capital—in less than half a year?”
”Now that you mention it… maybe.”
”That shop is actually a front for the Turkic Empire’s intelligence agency. They’re gathering information on our country.”
That escalated quickly.
Still, considering this old man’s role in military intelligence, I couldn’t dismiss it outright.
”There are Amazonesses working there too.”
Amazonesses.
Bours-san mentioned them during militia drills.
Apparently they reproduced by laying eggs.
”Ever since that fake shishido deer scare exploded at dawn, those people have been moving aggressively. The girls from the shop have started targeting military academy teachers and students with honey traps.”
Was he warning me?
”By the way,” the old man added with a grin, “do you know about Amazonesses… down there?”
He wore the exact expression you’d expect from a dirty old man.
”Tighter than a virgin’s. Last night, I thought the damn thing would rip off.”
”That little girl was an Amazoness?”
”Yeah. They passed her off as a Refugee child. Remember her? Despite how she looks, she’s already twenty. Looks maybe twelve or thirteen at first glance. Ten if you’re unlucky. Adolf-dono’s a cruel man. Right after I picked her, he whispered that it was her coming-of-age ceremony.”
This old man’s tastes were genuinely awful.
At least wipe the drool off your face.
”I’ll be careful,” I said. “But there are plenty of people at school who can read minds. Secrets don’t exactly stay secret.”
”Relax. I’ve already spoken with the relevant people.”
”What does that mean?”
”If their intelligence agency is operating here, ours is operating there too. It’s an unspoken agreement between adults. Besides, if the underground crowd here recognizes you, we’ll hear about trouble before it escalates. That makes it harder for them to act recklessly.”
He looked absurdly pleased with himself.
So that trip to Adolf’s establishment had partly been about protecting me.
”Which is why,” he added smugly, “you should pay your debts properly.”
I gave him a reluctant, “Yes, yes,” despite having no idea where the money would come from.
The carriage turned away from the Danube River and climbed toward the plateau.
When I returned to the room, Nico had already left for work.
Marie was struggling into her uniform.
”You’re back.”
My sister-in-law approached and greeted me warmly.
”It must be exhausting, having meetings after class. You look tired.”
Her gentle concern made me feel a little guilty.
”What are you doing today?” she asked. “You still have classes, right?”
”I thought I’d go buy souvenirs.”
”Alone?”
Considering the incident with Nico, along with the Lieutenant Colonel’s warning, wandering around alone probably wasn’t smart.
”No. I stopped by my brother’s place before this. My brother and his wife are coming with me.”
”In that case, you should be fine.”
If Zoltan-niisan was with me, things would probably work out somehow.
He seemed like the dependable type.
”Still, be careful.”
”Ugh. I can’t deal with this.”
When I kissed my sister-in-law at her insistence, Marie immediately threw in a snide comment.
The awkwardness between them hadn’t fully disappeared yet, though at least they’d gone back to speaking Kiridal normally.
”Here. Mine too. Same as always.”
Marie held out her face like she was issuing a challenge.
I really didn’t have the courage to refuse.
* * *
That day’s lecture was Marielle-san’s magical tool course.
Unlike the law classes, her lessons covered things we actually used, which made them far easier to follow.
”Alright,” Marielle-san began, “today we’ll discuss overcharge prevention devices.”
When mana was poured into an Amber, glowing white lines spread outward from its navel.
As more mana accumulated, the lines increased until the Amber reached capacity.
If charging continued past that point, the Amber shattered.
I had accidentally destroyed one that way back home once.
Small Ambers were cheap enough.
Medium-sized ones and larger, however, cost students a fortune.
The giant Ambers used in golems were apparently expensive enough to buy an entire house.
Which was why overcharge prevention devices existed.
”Anyone who’s charged a medium-sized Amber before should know this already,” Marielle-san said. “Near the end, mana stops flowing smoothly. You really have to force it in.”
She was right.
At first, mana flowed effortlessly.
Near full capacity, though, it became increasingly difficult.
Like inflating a bicycle tire.
”Even before an Amber reaches full capacity, mana becomes harder to insert. The prevention device takes advantage of that property.”
According to her explanation, a second Amber navel was attached over the first and secured with a hook.
At first, mana flowed normally.
As pressure built, however, excess mana accumulated between the two navels until the hook released.
That created a small gap, allowing mana to leak safely instead of overcharging the Amber.
”The actual structure is more complicated,” she added, “but that’s the basic principle. If the hook breaks or isn’t attached correctly, the Amber can’t be charged safely.”
She displayed a diagram showing the mechanism used in medium-sized Ambers.
”Um,” asked Manuela-san, the girl with long black hair, “does mana really generate enough force to release the hook?”
”Yes,” Marielle-san replied. “If you’ve ever seen a fireball from a Simple-type mage, you already know compressed mana can melt iron and easily launch people through the air. Though I’ve never tested it myself.”
I had personally blasted Hans-niisan—who weighed over one hundred kilograms—through the air with mana before.
Lieutenant Louise had also sent two students flying across the courtyard.
”Now then,” Marielle-san continued, “can anyone name a common magical tool that uses a navel?”
She meant the magic pot installed in every dorm room.
A navel attached beneath the pot transferred mana into the magic iron sand inside, heating water.
After covering several other examples, Marielle-san ended class, promising to discuss mana ink next time.
The following lecture was law.
I survived the full ninety minutes while fighting off yawns.
Whether I’d survive the exams was another matter entirely.
Today was the weekend—the equivalent of Saturday back in my previous world.
There were no afternoon classes, though students apprenticed to professors were sometimes expected to help in their laboratories.
Henrietta-san didn’t strictly require attendance.
Still, I had work involving improvements to her transport golems, so after lunch I headed to the laboratory.
Incidentally, the Principal was apparently too busy to bother with students directly.
As a result, Marie—who worked under her—had no restrictions whatsoever.
She announced she was going shopping in town and disappeared without even eating lunch.
As soon as I reached the laboratory entrance, I heard shouting inside.
”Romy, this is the second time already! Do you understand how expensive medium-sized Ambers are? The research budget is stretched thin enough as it is! Honestly!”
Henrietta-san sounded furious.
”But I wanted to finish early so I could go shopping,” Romy protested. “There’s a cheap fabric store everyone likes.”
Cheap fabric store?
Surely not.
”That doesn’t make it okay to break Ambers!”
Henrietta-san’s voice echoed through the room.
”Ah, Larry. Henrietta-san’s scary.”
Don’t drag me into this.
And stop calling me by my first name.
”What happened?” I asked Henrietta-san, ignoring Romy entirely.
Pushing Henrietta-san any further felt dangerous.
”Look at this,” she snapped. “Romy has only been here a month and she’s already destroyed two medium-sized Ambers through overcharging.”
Sure enough, shattered Ambers covered in white charging lines sat on the desk.
Oddly enough, magic thread was attached to them.
”What’s this?”
”I thought charging two at once would finish faster,” Romy admitted. “Oops.”
”Romy, this is not an ‘oops’ situation! Do you know how expensive these are? You’re paying me back. Five silver coins.”
That sounded suspiciously like abuse of authority.
”No way. I don’t have that kind of money. Besides, charging Ambers here means I can’t take side jobs.”
She did have a point.
There wasn’t much actual work for Romy in the laboratory, so most of the time she handled charging duties.
Still, charging more after returning to the dorm would be exhausting.
”Wait,” I said. “You said you charged both at once, but this one doesn’t even have charging lines.”
It turned out she’d connected the Ambers in series using magic thread.
”Exactly,” Romy said proudly. “No way I could charge two separately at the same time.”
Henrietta-san looked moments away from exploding.
I picked up the Amber without the lines.
It resisted mana insertion almost like a fully charged Amber.
Yet there were no charging marks at all.
”Henrietta-san, look at this. It feels fully charged despite having no lines.”
She barely glanced at it.
”Listen carefully,” she told Romy. “Either bring me a replacement medium-sized Amber or five silver coins. Otherwise you’re banned from this laboratory.”
She was completely serious.
”Fine,” Romy muttered. “I’ll talk to Granny.”
For the first time all day, she sounded genuinely resigned.
Later that evening, Romy’s Granny came to my room carrying the same wine I’d once received as a gift.
It wasn’t really Romy’s fault, but I felt bad for the elderly woman stuck taking responsibility for her.
So I bought a bottle for one silver coin.
Considering my mountain of debt, I really wasn’t in a position to spend money on expensive wine.
Still, I figured I was better off than Granny.
She thanked me repeatedly before leaving.
Unfortunately, certain people immediately opened the outrageously expensive bottle without permission.
Marie.
Nico.
And my sister-in-law.
Marie and my sister-in-law had eaten out in town.
Nico had already eaten with friends.
The three of them were holding a little party in my room using dried meat my sister-in-law had bought as a souvenir.
Meanwhile, I’d eaten alone in the school cafeteria before spending the evening diligently charging mana into a giant Amber for part-time work.
I felt entitled to slightly better treatment.
On the bright side, the awkwardness between Marie and my sister-in-law seemed to have finally disappeared.
They were already making plans together.
During spring break two months later, my sister-in-law invited Marie to visit Strock Village.
When she described the delicious ale and the incredible bath at the Getys household, Marie looked genuinely interested.
In return, Marie enthusiastically promoted Barsheni Village’s waterwheel.
That led my sister-in-law to promise she’d speak with Hans-niisan, now the village head.
It was a nice conversation.
Still, maybe pay a little attention to me too.
Women really are the same in every world.
Normally, Nico slept on my right and Marie on my left, leaving me trapped in the middle.
Tonight, however, my sister-in-law slept between Nico and me.
After the lights went out and the room grew quiet, she moved closer.
”Larry. Are you awake?”
”Yeah.”
I rolled over to face her.
”How has life here been? Is it fun?”
”Hard to say. A lot’s happened. There were times I thought I might die.”
”I see. But you have Nico and Marie with you now. Isn’t that nice?”
Honestly, if those two hadn’t entered my life, I probably would’ve spent my student years quietly and peacefully.
”Don’t forget the village,” she whispered.
”I’ll come back in two years…”
The words caught in my throat.
I remembered what the Fourth Sage had told me.
Go to the New Continent.
Bring something back.
”Is something wrong?”
”No. After graduation, I’ll return to the village…”
Again, the words stalled.
Thinking about the King and the Grand Commander’s intentions in sending me to the Magic School made it difficult to speak honestly.
”Do you really want to attend the Magic Academy?”
Not even slightly.
At best, it was camouflage.
”Maybe… a little.”
”That’s natural. Every Magic School student dreams about it at least once. Marie said you’re talented, Larry.”
”Heh. Marie said that?”
I smiled bitterly.
My sister-in-law climbed on top of me and pressed her lips against mine.
”Everyone’s lonely,” she whispered. “Including me.”
She kissed me deeply before pulling back.
”Yeah.”
I’d known the village longer than any Sage or King.
Part of me still wanted a peaceful life.
Working the fields.
Reading books whenever it rained.
So why did I have to risk my life by going to the New Continent?
I hadn’t even become a Sage yet.
While I drifted through those thoughts, my sister-in-law quietly began undoing the buttons of my undergarment.
Wait.
In this situation?
The other two would definitely notice.
My sister-in-law ignored such concerns entirely.
Since she was pregnant, using mana during lovemaking was forbidden.
Even so, she looked happy.
* * *
Early the next morning, she left the school grounds in Uncle Klaus’s carriage.
According to Tony, the wind was favorable and they’d reach Obernbach by nightfall.
”Everyone’s waiting for Larry during spring break,” my sister-in-law said before boarding. “Marie and Nico, please visit too if you’d like.”
She climbed into the carriage.
Uncle Klaus sat inside wearing his usual sour expression.
Beside him sat Grete-san—my uncle’s pregnant mistress.
Even coachman Tony looked like he wanted to say something.
Still, the carriage departed while I stood there bowing politely.
”Well,” Marie said, “today’s a day off.”
”Last night we were holding back even though we were right beside you,” Nico added.
”Yeah…”
What kind of response was that?
And why did “day off” suddenly sound threatening?
”Oh, right,” I said quickly, trying to redirect the conversation. “Apparently a cheap fabric shop opened near Nico’s parents’ place. Did you hear about it?”
Neither of them reacted.
”It’s a day off,” Marie repeated.
She said it twice.
That probably meant I should be worried.
The two of them clung to my arms from either side.
To everyone passing by, it probably looked like I was being spoiled.
In reality, I was being escorted somewhere against my will.
…Still.
Had both of their chests gotten bigger somehow?
No.
That had to be my imagination.
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Summary:
The protagonist receives a passbook from the Lieutenant Colonel after a night of gambling, discovering a significant debt linked to his design work. He learns about the Kingdom’s economic system and the suspicious nature of a fabric shop believed to be a front for intelligence operations. The chapter concludes with the protagonist returning home to his sister-in-law and Marie, leaving his financial future and safety uncertain.
The author confirms a recurring schedule for upcoming holiday posts. A request is made for reader metrics to boost motivation. The message concludes with a standard polite expression of future intent.
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Trivia:
- The specific composition of the Kingdom’s gold coins.
- The exact nature of the ‘honey traps’ mentioned.
- Details regarding the Amazoness biology
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Character Insight:
The protagonist’s reliance on others and his financial instability continue to drive his insecurities, while his relationship with the Lieutenant Colonel remains deeply lopsided.
The author displays a consistent pattern of professional deference and goal-oriented reader engagement.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Helbert – A short, middle-aged Lieutenant Colonel and strategist, this physically imposing officer directs a laboratory within the Schuberitz Intelligence Bureau. Formerly managing Vod Fortress, he blends a frank, mocking humor with a manipulative, authoritative demeanor. Boisterous yet well-loved by his subordinates, he has firm, calloused hands and is a high-level overseer similar in height to Larry.
• 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.
• Adolf – The behind-the-scenes boss of the Viscounty of Bizan owns a central local shop that doubles as an intelligence hub. Dressed in high-quality luxury clothing, he radiates a polite yet dangerous aura. He maintains crucial connections with powerful mercenary figures, positioning himself and his establishment at the very heart of regional events.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• 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.
• Bizan – The Bizan family name, held by the Viscount. He is the lord of the territory and owner of the castle built within the Danube River.
• Getys – Larry Fee Getys, a youth from Strock Village in the Viscounty of Bizan, carries a lineage of rugged warriors like Hardy and Denis. Raised by aunts Alisa and Monica, his academy-recognized noble family house name is invoked by court officials to declare his innocence. Reflecting his status, this lineage title is also appended to the full formal signature of Teressa, who married into the house.
• Larry – Larry Fee Getys is a tall Bizan Magic School student, protagonist, and Fifth Sage candidate. A deadpan, cautious reincarnated programmer and former slave-soldier with a fierce thirst for life, he wears plain workshop clothes under a robed guise, carrying a store tag. He hides explosive strength, handles debts and threats, builds innovative magitech, and lives with wives Nico, Monica, Teressa, and Louise.
• Fee – Larry Fee Getys, of the court-recognized Fee lineage, leads the Getys household in governing Strock Village alongside Hans and Iffens. Embodying structured, traditional authority, his ancestral family—including Teressa, who carries the formal name—actively manages regional financial developments. To reinforce their noble stature, the family recently hired the maid Nico to serve Teressa.
• 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.
• Isabella – Towering and muscular in a jet-black and gold uniform, this battle-hardened Royal Army Second Lieutenant commands the Weasels of Bohemia, the unit that annexed the region. Marie’s aunt uses her noble status, facial scar, low growl, and masterful spear combat to earn VIP respect. She personally arrives to collect her niece and facilitate Marie’s pivotal move to the prestigious Magic Academy.
• 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.
• Nico – A petite, silver-haired General and Bizan Magic School student, Teressa’s cousin, and a Village Head Fee member with a warm body but cold extremities. The anxious, blunt daughter of a fabric merchant, she plans to inherit the business despite zero Mana and persistent pursuit by an Amazoness clerk. She works as a domestic assistant, carries purchased fabrics, relies on her confidante Marie, and is wary of shopping district threats. Early-rising and practical about money, she shares an intense, bed-sharing romantic bond with her savior, Larry; now pregnant, her anxiety has risen since his recent trial.
• Lubellman – A shop clerk who watched over Larry during his recovery. He acts as a protective presence during the confrontation with his master. A young man who works as a shop assistant for the Vogt family. He is approximately twenty years old and speaks with a refined, polite tone.
• Harmonia – A sixteen-year-old girl working at a fabric shop. She has tan skin and a foreign facial structure.
• Bours – Tall, scarred, in a faded Royal Army uniform, Sullen Bours is a 46‑year‑old human yeoman who manages orchards and vineyards. A retired Western Front captain and Royal Military Academy alumnus who served under Duke Gerhard, he heads the 303rd Militia on the Elders’ Council, is married to Sheeta‑san, father of a conscripted son, and once saved Larry and Rudy.
• Marie – Novakova is a spirited 15-year-old noblewoman, Barsheni elder’s granddaughter, and Isabella’s niece. Resembling Nico in a comical floral hairpiece, this sharp-tongued Bizan Magic School student and attendant speaks a blunt regional dialect, views “inferiors” condescendingly, and guards her autonomy. Three months pregnant with boyfriend Larry’s child, she leans close to him, is fiercely protective of him, and studies under Line. She is currently preparing to return home for a visit, carrying a complicated emotional dynamic with the protagonist.
• Marielle – An academy teacher and Magic Tools researcher, she instructs foundational principles through real-world demonstrations. Often in everyday clothes, she is a blunt, dominant friend to Henrietta—whose fetishes she knows—and can siphon mana via contact. As a close acquaintance who enters Henrietta’s room unannounced, she escorts Teressa for a surprise arrival, balancing academic and personal bonds.
• Manuela – Shy student from Harritz with long black hair, she failed the local magic school exam and now attends Bizan. Former orchestra member, close friend of Marie, and from the same region as the noble tied to the protagonist’s past conflict.
• Louise – A towering, seven-foot-tall Golem Battalion Vice Commander with a muscular build, short red hair, and fierce features. Clad in black and gold military dress, this analytical, stoic magic user is a technically proficient student associated with the protagonist, Larry. Formerly a silent, hardworking soldier with phantom-like prowess, she harbors a deep devotion to Larry, her rumored “husband.”
• Henrietta – An eccentric Bizan Magic School instructor under Prof. Pauman, she runs a Golem lab, rivals Line, owns Pamela, and obsessively researches ancient magic ships under intense military pressure. She sports disheveled hair, a black Gothic-Lolita outfit, and massive breasts. This teasing, mind-reading mentor to Larry—who calls her a pervert—struggles with a hangover, poor academic performance, and rigged systems while finding raw, submissive pleasure in mana manipulation.
• Principal – The mother of Line and the administrative head of the institution. She exercises authoritative control over research assignments and seeks to trade Larry for Ilse Klein due to interpersonal conflicts in her laboratories. The mother of Sabrina and Rhein who intervenes during Rhein’s violent corridor assault to break up the confrontation.
• Romy – A flamboyant 16-year-old freshman, lab assistant, and Odonkor family member, she styles herself ‘von’ after her adoptive baron grandfather. Despite low Mana manipulation and a messy work style, she works in Henrietta’s lab after severe bullying in Baron Wilson’s territory. She shares a space with Larry, whom she passive-aggressively teases, and wears a strapless mermaid dress and heavy makeup hiding a cute face.
• Commander – A man leading the mercenary press-gang at the south gate.
• 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.
• Tony – A friendly, quiet, and hardworking coachman for Uncle Klaus who recently married a kitchen maid. He has a likable face and is often seen resting after long journeys. He delivers a critical family letter to Larry and teases him about domestic rumors.
• Grete – She is a small, stern‑looking woman with a prickly demeanor, serving as Uncle Klaus’s mistress and a highly capable clerk. Precise and efficient in her administrative work, she has taken refuge in the village to escape Aunt Camilla’s jealousy.
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