Volume 2 Chapter 39 Reparations
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
When I woke up, there was no one in the bed.
The sun looked yellow.
Long ago, I saw an expression like that in a manga.
In reality, when you engage in excessive sexual activity, you don’t even have the energy to look at the sun; there is only a tingling sense of discomfort left at the tip.
Even so, setting aside the outdoor s*x with Sister-in-law, I had a distinct sensation of eja**lating up to the fourth time, but after that, I didn’t really know.
The sensation of whether I had let it out or not had gone completely numb.
The energy to raise my body simply wouldn’t well up.
The sense of exhaustion was completely off the charts.
And yet, my young body faithfully manifested its morning lower-body physiological phenomenon anyway.
”Good morning,” I said as I finally made my way downstairs.
The large-breasted Lili was grinding a stone mill.
”Good morning, Master,” she replied, her eyes darting away as she blushed somewhat.
If she didn’t get at least that pleased, my lower body wouldn’t feel rewarded either.
”Where is everyone?” I asked, looking around the quiet main room.
Lili paused her grinding and explained that Sister-in-law had gone to help at my parents’ house; Niko, Yutia, and Sandra went to plow the fields; and Monica took Alisa and the two children from the Rookies to the western apple orchard.
”While you were away, Master, they finally finished cutting down all the trees, and now they are grafting them,” Lili added.
The house next door to the west was originally where Rena and Emmy, the maid sisters from the Rookies, used to live.
Four years ago, leaving the two of them behind, their entire family was wiped out by an epidemic.
At that time, every household had fewer people, so no one had the luxury to plow someone else’s fields.
The house and fields had been left abandoned, effectively returned to the feudal lord.
During that time, the apple trees had not been fertilized or pruned, causing disease and dieback to set in.
It had reached a point where it could have a negative impact on our own apples.
Taking the opportunity of my marrying into the family, I bought up that entire house and all of its farmland.
All the trees in that apple orchard have been chopped down for the time being, and they are currently grafting onto the young stumps left behind.
The feeling that it is a little late in the season cannot be denied, but it cannot be helped since we are so short-handed.
”Well then, shall I go help too?” I mused aloud.
”That would be wonderful,” Lili said, smiling warmly. “I will prepare breakfast, so please eat before you go.”
What she prepared for me was salted soup and black bread.
White lumps were floating inside the soup.
”What is the white stuff in this soup?” I asked, poking at one of the shapes with my spoon.
Lili beamed proudly, “It is the testicles of a castrated sheep. It will give you stamina.”
”Ah, I see,” I replied flatly.
With complicated feelings, I put the simple-tasting soup into my mouth.
To get to the apple orchard where Monica and the others were working, you could either cross the irrigation canal once from the house, or take the back way through our own apple orchard and cross the boundary earthen wall.
This time, I chose the latter.
The apple orchard sat on a gentle, south-facing slope, and there were over a hundred apple trees planted in our current orchard alone.
As for the variety, it was strictly for brewing.
Because they were far too sour to eat raw, when we did eat them, we had to slice them on top of bread to bake them, or turn them into pickles.
During the winter, we turned the harvest into apple wine for sale.
By the way, the residue became fertilizer or livestock feed.
The reason the property was bordered by an earthen wall from the neighbor was because the valley beyond the ridge served as a common grazing land.
In other words, it was shared by the village, so anyone could cut grass to take home, or bring their sheep and cows to let them graze.
However, if left alone, trees would wild-grow rapidly, so once a year the villagers gathered to perform a mountain burning in November, just before entering the rainy season.
The earthen wall was built to prevent the fire from that mountain burning from spreading into the apple orchards.
I heard that the border with the neighbor was also an earthen wall because about a hundred years ago it used to be a vineyard.
The method of preparing the soil was entirely different from the neighboring house, so to make that boundary clear, they built a low earthen wall instead of a simple fence.
At that time, grapes yielded a much better profit than wheat.
However, since the agricultural land reform introduced by Fourth Sage several decades ago, the productivity of wheat and other crops improved drastically, so they supposedly converted the hill slope into an apple orchard that required relatively less maintenance.
When I climbed near the top of the hill, the village came into view through the spaces between the apple trees where young leaves had begun to sprout.
A carpet of fresh green extended forever.
The single patch of land that looked like a small spot where hair had fallen out was Strock Village.
Even from this height, the neighboring villages could not be seen at all.
This place was like a solitary hole popped open in the middle of a forest within a vast, endless hilly region.
The Rhodes River, flowing out from the west, gently meandered through the rocky riverbed while emptying into the Dish Basin to the east.
It was a small, tongue-shaped plateau formed by the Rhodes River and the creek flowing through the pasture behind it.
The village square sat at its southern tip.
On the greatly projecting northern side, in order to irrigate the fields of the plateau, a canal had been constructed starting from slightly further back than the eastern end of the village.
It flows past the foot of the hill where I was standing now, passed north of my parents’ house, and together with the creek, took a large detour to empty into the Dish Basin, though it was invisible from this vantage point.
The east and southeast of the plateau formed an alluvial fan.
It spread out toward the Dish Basin with a gentle slope, functioning entirely as agricultural land.
On the opposite bank of the Rhodes River, the hilly terrain felt as though it had been harshly eroded by the water, leaving very little flat land.
In the past, that area specialized entirely in livestock raising.
Since the soil quality itself wasn’t bad, terraced fields had been built there now.
At the house of Tim, who was the same age as me and lived furthest to the west, they were planting a massive amount of the sugar beet business.
A wide stretch of flat land spread out on this side of the Rhodes River within my line of sight, and the Rock Salt Road ran perfectly parallel to the water.
If you traveled east, you would reach the trading city of Obernbach.
If you traveled west, you would find Seiren Village, a summer resort for royalty and nobility.
If you entered the southern mountainous region from there, the rock salt mine of Salzheim awaited.
Even though it seemed completely isolated from its surroundings like a solitary, stranded house, the traffic volume was decent during the snowless seasons.
The village even featured an inn with prostitutes, and there were blacksmiths operational as well.
Rather than going to the Royal Capital, lounging around doing agriculture here felt like it suited my nature much better.
In the long, narrow field stretching between the highway and the river, I spotted tiny dots that seemed to be Niko, Yutia, and Sandra.
A cow was with them as well.
Since they had mentioned they would handle the sugar beet business this year, I wondered if they were currently preparing the soil for it.
”Well then, I should work hard too,” I muttered to myself.
When I crossed the low dividing earthen wall and stepped into the neighboring apple orchard, I noticed that although the trees had been cleanly felled, the cut wood was simply left scattered in the back; the cleanup was far from finished.
Monica was cleaning up the remaining logs, leaving the delicate grafting work entirely to the sisters.
”Good morning,” a polite, synchronized voice called out.
I turned to see the maid sisters, Rena and Emmy, watching me. I wonder who had trained them so thoroughly; the moment they saw me, they bowed deeply and respectfully.
”Ah, good morning. You are working hard,” I offered.
Words that a young person wouldn’t normally say slipped out of my mouth. It was a clear remnant of my previous life.
Monica, pausing briefly to wipe her brow with the back of her hand, was using a machete to chop off the branches extending from the trunks of the felled trees.
For the apple trees around here, they typically cut the tip of the trunk at about two meters, forcing the branches to extend laterally to the left and right.
It seemed partly because it made it significantly easier to harvest the fruit.
However, they said the primary reason was that by spreading them horizontally, they could bathe thoroughly in the sunlight while maintaining a moderate interval from the neighboring trees.
Using my own machete, I matched the lengths of the branches Monica had chopped off and loaded them onto a sled to carry them back to the house where the sisters used to live.
The house, which had been devoid of human life for four years, was maintained so beautifully that it wouldn’t have been strange if someone were living there right now.
I lost count of how many times I went back and forth between that house and the top of the hill.
With this intense manual labor taking up the entire morning, my body became thoroughly exhausted, and various muscles were screaming in pain.
”You didn’t have to push yourself so hard,” a gentle voice chided from behind me.
I turned to see Sister-in-law, who had just returned from my parents’ house, looking at me with concern.
Taking full advantage of this stroke of good fortune, I decided to rest for the afternoon. I track down Yutia and asked her to give me a haircut.
”It has… grown… quite long… hasn’t it,” Yutia noted, her hands gently running through my hair as she adjusted her grip on her tools. “It is… worth… cutting.”
”Right? Because I haven’t had a haircut even once since I had you cut it back at my parents’ house,” I said, settling into the chair.
Even though her body was heavily disabled, she skillfully manipulated the shears used for shearing sheep to trim my hair.
Compared to Niko, who could only manage an uneven, butchered cut, the difference was like night and day.
Come to think of it, the treatment method for the abnormal tension in her muscles, which I had fully intended to research at the Magic School, had completely slipped my mind.
Once the haircut was finished, I attempted to perform the infusion of Mana that Larry’s main body had executed previously.
Targeting the spot that had yielded the best effect—just above the nape of the neck at the back of the head—and directing it toward the upper forehead, I initiated Mana Control.
For a brief moment, Yutia made her entire body tremble.
However, her left shoulder, which had been heavily cramped and pulled upward, gradually began to drop back down.
The therapeutic effect was most visible along the neural pathway connecting the cerebellum to the pituitary gland and the prefrontal cortex.
The physical result was identical to what Larry had achieved.
Even so, in about five minutes, Yutia whispered weakly that she was starting to feel slightly nauseous, so I pulled my hands away.
Clutching her shoulder lightly, she looked up at me and said, “The condition… is… good.”
Her words flowed a bit more fluently, and the chronic cramping of her face seemed to vanish almost entirely, though it only lasted for a few minutes.
”I wonder if it will get better if I do this for you every day,” I suggested.
Yutia looked down thoughtfully, “I… do not… know.”
Well, it made sense that the patient herself wouldn’t know the long-term prognosis.
Whether the root cause involved receptor mechanics, or if the symptoms were dictated by ligands and transporters, remained entirely unknown.
However, if there was even a slight trend toward clinical improvement, I believed there was an inherent meaning in continuing the treatment.
”Shall we try continuing this while I am here?” I asked.
Yutia’s eyes lit up, “Is it… truly… all right?”
When I answered, “Of course,” she flashed a bright smile and replied, “Yeah.”
From the afternoon onward, I walked over to the neighboring Karfen house to offer my condolences for Father’s passing.
After that, I headed down to the Dish Basin to deliver messages to Celt-san, who had successfully become a Yeoman, and to Ed’s family home, the Eisner house, before finally dropping by the residence of Tim, who was the same age as me.
Even though I had gone through the effort of visiting after such a long time, everyone’s absolute center of interest was the waterwheel shed; my personal updates were treated as entirely secondary.
Well, it was what it was.
Considering there were parts of my situation that I couldn’t disclose even if they were the absolute truth, it could be said that I was ultimately saved from having to fabricate lies.
That night, Big Brother arrived at our house. “Because I will apply for a loan in Obernbach the day after tomorrow,” he announced to the room, “Sister-in-law and you need to accompany me.”
By the way, Marie and Old Man had already departed the village this morning.
”Geez, we have our own work to take care of at our house,” Monica grumbled, crossing her arms in deep dissatisfaction about us traveling to Obernbach.
But this was simply something that could not be helped. I suppose.
Still, Niko chimed in to reassure her, “Since we successfully increased our livestock count to two cows, tasks outside of the apple orchard are progressing relatively smoothly, you know.”
Then, turning directly to me, Niko added, “Tomorrow we are heading out to do some brushwood cutting in the forest, so please accompany us.”
For the communal forest where we gathered our firewood, if we didn’t clear out the undergrowth and brushwood during the spring, the wild wood would thicken in the blink of an eye, rendering the forest completely impassable.
However, during this specific season, the active threat level of monsters spiked significantly.
Because of that, they explained that executing the task with only women and Old Man was far too dangerous.
With these domestic obligations stacking up, my precious schedule was gradually being entirely filled.
Personally, there was also a critical Mana experiment I desperately wanted to verify while I was here.
”Master, what exactly are you doing?” Rena’s voice asked curiously.
While I was busy wrapping a magic thread tightly around the apple tree closest to the bathroom, she had walked up and caught me in the act.
”It’s research on a magic tool,” I explained without pausing my hands.
”Is that so,” Rena replied, stepping back politely. “Please excuse me for interrupting.”
She might have had something specific to discuss with me, but she withdrew without pressing further.
It was a magic magnet (wood) made by wrapping a magic thread around a Cat willow back at the Magic School, but if I could manage to produce a slightly stronger iteration, a motor could successfully be constructed.
If a motor could be built, a generator—in other words, a magic generator capable of creating Mana—might finally become a reality.
If a magic generator was successfully developed, even individuals who were not born as a Mage would become capable of charging energy directly into Amber.
Expectations expanded rapidly in my mind that if we utilized a waterwheel, the charging process could be executed with massive efficiency.
Wait a minute. Power generation utilizing a standard magnet naturally outputs alternating current.
I’ve never once heard of an alternating current form of Mana, so how exactly would that manifest?
For now, let’s just attempt to construct it.
To achieve that, a powerful magic magnet (wood), rather than a standard magnetic material, was absolutely mandatory.
What I thought of in that moment was the specific method of wrapping a coil directly around a living tree.
When a coil was wrapped around a dead piece of timber and Mana was poured inside, it completely failed to transform into a magic magnet (wood).
I had cut the cat willow, yet it remained alive. If that is the case, then what about a tree that actually takes root? That was my line of thought.
I chose branches of different thicknesses, wrapped coils around them, and using the navel of the trash Amber, I poured my Mana³ into them. Separately, I also tried connecting a small Amber for a makeshift light and leaving it overnight.
The result was that directly pouring my Mana created a stronger Magic Magnet⁴ (tree). I wanted to make a Motor⁵ using that immediately, but I could not find the time.
The next day, I went to the forest of Getys House, and the three of us—Niko, Sandra, and I—mowed the grass. Sandra has muscle and a wild temperament, and though I treat her like a man, she is a fine woman with a ‘selfish’ body.
The day after that, I headed to Obernbach with Hans-niisan and Sister-in-law as well. We rode in a carriage, left the village first thing in the morning, and arrived before noon. My brother talked to the official, and next to him, Sister-in-law wrote up the documents. During that time, I had nothing to do, so I went to the cashier in the same government building to update my bankbook.
I wonder if there is really that much money in it. Feeling a little nervous, I handed the bankbook to the lady at the counter.
Even though there was no one else there to update their books, I was made to wait for quite a while.
”Larry・Fee・Getys-sama,” the receptionist called.
I went to the window and checked it on the spot.
Amazing!
Deposits ranging from one million down to several hundred thousand filled the first page, and the balance had reached an amount that was nearly twenty million Yen. Is it alright for me to receive this much? When I opened the next page, there were about five withdrawals of one hundred and ten thousand at the beginning, and deposits continued after that, but at the end of the page, there were the words: Compensation five million Yen.
Compensation?
What happened? Looking closely, there is a symbol next to the compensation.
”Um, excuse me, what is the meaning of this symbol?” I asked.
”Please wait a moment,” she replied.
When the receptionist took the bankbook, she went to the back once and talked to a man who appeared to be a superior officer. Somehow, my vision went dark. Even if you get something like a patent, if it is incomplete, do you have to pay compensation? Or, did I do something, and I was forced to pay damages for that?
No, but five million Yen is a large amount. To have it deducted without an explanation, the possibility of it being damages is indeed small. After all, it must be that there was a problem with the blueprint.
As I was thinking such things, a man who seemed to be the superior officer of the receptionist came over, and I was led into a small room.
”This symbol is the old 101st Golems Battalion headquarters,” the man explained. “Now, the name has changed, and it is the 1st Magic Armored Division headquarters.”
Even though there are no tanks, a “Magical Armored Division”—the Fourth Sage must have named it randomly. Well, a heavy-sounding name has an atmosphere.
”Do you not know why the compensation was deducted?” I asked.
”I do not know that far,” he said.
Well, I suppose so. Since it cannot be helped, should I write a letter to Louise to confirm?
I reached out my hand to receive the bankbook from the man.
”It is difficult to say, but…” he hesitated.
”What is it?”
”Withdrawals from this bankbook have been suspended.”
Why?
”In all likelihood, an inquiry went from the Central Bank to the 1st Magic Armored Division headquarters, and if there is a reply and no problem, the suspension will be lifted, but at the earliest, that will be next month.”
”In the case where there is a problem, will it remain so?” I asked.
”That is what it will be.”
The man said it as if it were unfortunate, but wait a moment—there were further deposits as well, so there should still be sixteen million Yen remaining. I received the bankbook, and thinking “what if,” I turned to the next page, and compensation of five million Yen had been deducted two more times. A total of fifteen million in compensation?
What happened?
”If compensation of more than double the current balance is deducted within one year, as we are, we must think about the possibility that there will be additional compensation,” the man added.
In other words, my credit is gone. Well, that would be the case, but what on earth is this compensation?
”Deposits and deductions for compensation can be made, so you can update the book.”
I cannot withdraw money, but deposits and compensation payments are carried out within the account.
Still, what happened? How can I confirm it? Can I regain my credit?
The talk ended there, and urged by the man, I left the small room.
Fifteen million Yen in compensation… if I only had that much, I could buy the village Waterwheel, could I not?
Even in my previous life, I have never made a mistake that resulted in being charged that much.
However, if it is a claim from the former Golems Battalion headquarters where Louise is, I want to believe there is no malice. What have I done?
Stunned and dangling my head in the waiting room that only had a makeshift light, Hans-niisan and Sister-in-law came.
”It was no good,” my brother said as if spitting it out. “They said they cannot provide money because the operation is unclear; that is why I should have made it into wool processing.”
”Even so, they said they would provide it if we thought of something that would make repayment foreseeable,” Sister-in-law added.
Based on the state of the discussion the other day, I feel like it is impossible. If we used it for wool processing as my brother said, it should be possible to calculate that we would recover the cost in a few years.
”So, you have a face like you lost your entire fortune; did something that major happen?” Hans-niisan asked.
”That is right, something major happened,” I replied.
”What, do not tell me you lost money.”
”Fifteen million Yen—one hundred and fifty Gold Coins—are gone.”
I let it slip.
”Hey, do not lie to me,” he said. “If you had that much, you could buy a Waterwheel in cash.”
Since the rough Hans-niisan grabbed me by the collar as usual, I showed him the bankbook.
”What is this?” he asked.
”My account—a record of money.”
My brother turned the page, and Sister-in-law was peeking from behind.
”What is this ‘Yen’ thing?” she asked.
”One hundred thousand Yen is one Gold Coin, 1 Yen is one copper coin; it is the currency unit of this country.”
”That means, were you holding two hundred Gold Coins at one time?” Hans-niisan asked.
Though he has the habit of bragging, “I cannot read letters because I wasn’t taught, I can’t do calculations,” Hans-niisan can both read and calculate.
”What is this ‘compensation’ thing?” he asked.
”I don’t know.”
”You don’t know? It’s not pocket change.”
”But I truly don’t know.”
”How can you confirm it?”
”Well, if I go to the headquarters of the former Golems Battalion.”
”Alright, let’s go.”
This is bad; I might have triggered something strange in my brother. It is impossible; I am in a position where I am in danger without an escort, and I explained that the headquarters is in the Royal Capital.
”The Royal Capital, does it take five days from here?” he asked.
He is unexpectedly calm; as expected, when one becomes a Village Head, their thinking settles down.
”Alright, is there anyone around?” he asked.
It was unclear what those words meant. I looked around the government building, but perhaps the person he was looking for wasn’t there, so we went outside and took a carriage to the gate of Obernbach.
”Oh, there they are,” he said.
Just then, a group of Rock salt merchants came out from the gate. These people are the group of the younger brother of Monica’s ex-husband.
”Yo, Hardy,” Hans-niisan called out.
My brother approached Hardy-san, the brother-in-law of Monica who was mounted, as if they were old acquaintances.
”This is, the Village Head of Strock Village,” Hardy-san acknowledged.
As expected of a merchant, he responds politely even to a crude call.
”If you are leaving around now, will you be staying at Granny Ferris’ place tonight?” Hans-niisan asked.
”Yes, recently the accommodation costs in Seiren Village have been soaring,” Hardy-san replied.
”Then, that is just right. Could you send this one to the village?” Hans-niisan said, pointing to Sister-in-law.
”That is by the way, so that is fine, but Village Head?” Hardy-san asked.
”I am going to the Royal Capital for a bit.”
”To the Royal Capital?”
The one with the bewildered face is not only Hardy-san, but also Sister-in-law and I. We haven’t prepared anything. It is too abrupt.
”That’s right, the former Golems Battalion headquarters near the Royal Capital, Larry,” Hans-niisan said.
”Even if I go there, I don’t think they will return the money. In the first place, I don’t know if they will even meet with me,” I protested.
”Are you an idiot? If they took one hundred and fifty Gold Coins, there is no way they wouldn’t meet you,” Hans-niisan retorted. “In these situations, it is important to go and complain immediately.”
What is that way of thinking? The other party is state power.
But, once this brother says something, he will not listen. The only ones who could restrain him by force are Alberto-san or Bours-san, but they are not here now.
”What’s with that face? It might be impossible for Carpaccio, but it will be fine for Pasta,” Hans-niisan said.
”Pasta” is the name of the castrated horse that my brother snatched from a Kiridal officer. Even though he is castrated, he is a male, so he has speed and endurance.
Certainly, for Carpaccio, it might be impossible to make it to the Royal Capital, but for this horse… No, no, the act of going is reckless.
Without money, without food, what will you do, brother?
Sister-in-law has completely given up and is getting into the Rock salt merchant’s carriage on her own.
”Larry, what are you doing? You be the coachman,” Hans-niisan commanded.
Parting ways with Hardy-san and the others, at my brother’s instruction, we crossed the Danube River and went to the New Town. It is a district that was burned in that war, but most of the houses have already been renewed.
In that town, I was told to stop every time we advanced a little, and each time, my brother disappeared into an alley, and every time he returned, he always had a money pouch in his hand. He repeated that a few times.
”Well, if we have about this much, it should be fine,” Hans-niisan said. “Hurry up; first, we are going to buy water, fodder, and food.”
I do not know if he gathered it from old companions or if he extorted it, but it seems he obtained a considerable amount of money. “The soul of a three-year-old stays until a hundred”—even after becoming a Village Head, the habits of a bad kid do not seem to cure.
Regardless, we prepared the minimum traveling gear, and from Obernbach, the carriage carrying Hans-niisan and me started moving, heading for the time being towards the territorial capital, Besanburg.
I hope the intelligence agents of the enemy nation don’t even dream that I am moving to the Royal Capital with my brother.
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Summary:
Larry navigates internal and external friction regarding his potential departure to the Royal Capital. Village leadership debates the construction and management of a costly waterwheel shed. Larry engages in intimate, transactional, and complicated physical relationships with the women in his life, complicating his social and familial ties.
Larry visits the Obernbach government building to update his bankbook, only to discover fifteen million Yen in compensation deductions. His brother Hans-niisan, fueled by a mixture of stubbornness and perceived slight, decides they must immediately travel to the Royal Capital to confront the former Golems Battalion headquarters. The journey begins with improvised preparations in New Town as they head toward Besanburg.
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Trivia:
- Detailed mechanical specifications of the waterwheel beyond the narrative description.
- The exact chemical composition of the ‘poor-man’s lamp’ fuel.
- The exact nature of the ‘compensation’ remains a bureaucratic mystery linked to military units.
- The complex relationship between local village governance and the higher military-industrial powers is established through the symbol on the bankbook
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Character Insight:
Larry is increasingly isolated from his family’s expectations, using physical escapism to cope with the mounting pressures of his departure and the complex demands of the women around him. His protective instincts toward Sister-in-law conflict with his inability to disengage from these intense, often impulsive, physical encounters.
Larry shifts from mild confusion to genuine dread and then passive resignation to his brother’s impulsive leadership. Hans-niisan demonstrates an unexpected depth of literacy and calculation hidden behind a facade of rural ignorance.
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TL Notes:
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Notes:
• Sister-in-law – A woman who embraces the protagonist from behind, exuding a sweet scent. She has been struggling with the emotional shock of leaving Lyrica and Maria behind in Besanburg, leading to a temporary period of intimacy avoidance and separate rooms before reconciling in a mixed bath.
• Lili – An older, slightly plump maid of the Getys household, with exceptionally large breasts, serves as a quiet bondservant handling most housework. She joins the family in inspecting new land and accompanies Monica to see the narrator off at Obernbach Station.
• Monica – Sun-tanned and slender, this tomboyish 15-year-old mother of twins (including Alisa) and Larry’s wife is missing a front tooth. A strong-willed childhood friend of Larry, she lost her first husband at Vod Fortress. Direct and intimidating yet emotionally intelligent, she rules the household with bitter authority. Haunted by survival fears, she gave up her son but wet-nurses her niece Maria.
• Sandra – The tallest Getys maid, this muscular, voluptuous bondservant with shoulder-length bronze hair was forced into debt-slavery at 14. Wild-tempered, ironical, and rebellious toward the protagonist until subdued by Mana, she belongs to Larry’s inner circle and helps plan the household’s agriculture.
• Alisa – A shy two-year-old girl designated as Larry’s Primary Wife to continue the Getys House lineage. The daughter of the previous family head and niece of a rock salt merchant, she is deeply fearful of strangers and habitually hides behind her mother’s legs when greeted.
• Yutia – A slender, quietly observant maid with fever-scarred skin and distorted muscle tension serves the Getys household. Tending livestock—especially her beloved horse Carpaccio—she stays emotionally distant from others and intimidated by Hans. Despite her isolation, she shares a deep bond with Larry, giving him a braided hair charm and recently sharing her first intimate, mana-based treatment with him.
• Niko – An elderly, dignified former slave and ex-head butcher, he is the oldest male servant of the Getys household, loyal to Larry and the family. He drives the carriage, shovels snow, mows grass in the forest, and prefers the stable loft. Possessing deep knowledge of the local landscape and sugar beet business, he aids their transition from the Fee estate with quiet wisdom and steadfast service.
• 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.
• Emmy – A ten-year-old maid in the Getys House. She is innocent and looks up to Larry, seeing him as kind. Emmy is aware of her situation but remains hopeful.
• Rena – A 12-year-old maid with short bronze hair and eyes of the same color, possessing a slightly somber demeanor after the loss of her family. Emmy’s older sister, a twelve-year-old maid. She has already experienced violation and maintains a cheerful demeanor despite her circumstances. Rena has short bronze hair and eyes of the same color.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Tim – Jarek Dvorak, 14, the village’s eldest son and recent graduate, has short dark hair, a lean build and thoughtful eyes. He arrived in Obernbach with his father, watches the Golem’s arrival with trepidation, and, as a sugar‑beet cultivator from a family that refines sugar, boasts of pleasures in the district. A carefree, slightly reckless friend of Larry’s.
• Larry – Larry Fee Getys is a tall, athletic, light-haired Bizan Magic School student, Fifth Sage candidate, and tech-minded, telepathic reincarnated former slave-soldier. A pragmatic, calm corporal in the Arsenal Bureau, he masks explosive strength behind plain clothes, wielding a Treasure Sword and blueprints. He reluctantly mentors/benefits his wives Nico, Monica, Teressa, and Louise in a rural village.
• Celt – In his twenties, he now works as a yeoman and leads the Second Squad, overseeing Strock Village’s fortifications. Dressed in simple work clothes, he’s a calm, kind sandal‑maker and translator of Bours’s jargon, quietly admiring Teressa‑san’s skill. Once a militia squad leader in the 303rd Unit, he earned his land with reward money and remains the village’s trusted gossip source.
• Ed – A lanky refugee youth in simple farmer’s garb, Larry’s close friend and soon-to-be conscript, now a militia member training spear-walls; he witnessed the initial skirmish at Mauer Village as part of the group seeking safety in Strock Village, was an associate of Captain Bours, and participated in the ambush of the mercenaries—fiercely protective of Larry, remembered for his quiet resolve to survive the battlefield.
• Marie – Novakova, a bold, headstrong 15-year-old noblewoman, Barsheni elder’s granddaughter, and Isabella’s niece, is a sharp-tongued Bizan Magic School student who comically resembles Nico with a floral hairpiece. Determined to live independently as a mage, she is raising a child with her boyfriend Larry. After a complex three-month stay with Nico and the protagonist, she is currently visiting a nursery.
• 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.
• Getys – Larry Fee Getys is a Strock Village youth from the Viscounty of Bizan. Belonging to a noble family of rugged warriors—including Hardy, Denis, and Teressa, who married into the house—he was raised by aunts Alisa and Monica. Court officials used his academy-recognized lineage and family name to clear him of guilt. He holds forest lands and village leadership, inheriting a rugged warrior appearance.
• Hans – Hans-niisan (17) is the rugged, 2m-tall, 100kg heir to the Kessler estate, Larry’s brother, and reckless Village Head of Strock Village. Known as a charismatic ruffian across Obernbach, he acts as an elder brother to the protagonist. Pragmatic and occasionally harsh, he manages agricultural and financial stability, shares Willow District intel, and protects the village and the narrator’s family.
• Fee – Larry Fee Getys, of the court-recognized Fee lineage, heads the Getys household governing Strock Village alongside Hans and Iffens. Embodying traditional authority, his family—including Teressa, served by the maid Nico—manages regional finances. Connected to Adolf and local underworld power structures, the Getys family name, indicating Larry’s lineage, is also part of the protagonist’s full name.
• Louise – A towering, seven-foot-tall former Golem Battalion Deputy Commander of noble Jutland lineage. This muscular woman with a large build and short red hair has minor telepathic defenses. Professionally analytical yet fierce, she wears black and gold dress or armor. Deeply attached to the protagonist, Larry, who saved her via Golems after she protected his child, she is currently subject to restraint play.
• Village Head – The elderly leader of Balsheni Village who previously sold furs in Obernbach. The elderly leader of the village and grandfather to Marie. The leader of the village who orchestrates Larry’s integration into the family.
• Rock salt merchant – A relative of Monica’s late husband who lives in the old city. He is an impeccably dressed man who currently uses his carriages to transport reconstruction materials.
• Hardy – A sharp and composed young rock salt merchant of the Feller Trading Company. Known for his polite and professional conduct, he carries himself with an air that earns Johann’s respect. He is also the brother-in-law to Monica.
• Ferris – Granny Ferris, an ageless elf appearing as a woman in her early thirties, bears the revered Ferris name—lineage famed for medicine and golem-making—and once served as the first Commander of the Golem Battalion in the Kingdom of Schuberitz Army. She runs the village inn, wears provocative black one-piece dresses, plays the transverse flute, and speaks with blunt candor. A close associate of the Second Sage, she claims to know Larry’s grandfather and is the elderly woman Martin hopes to marry. Renowned for her arcane insights, she once charged silver coins for mana-replenishment services, blending ancient wisdom, masterful craftsmanship, and unyielding charm.
• Alberto – A 17-year-old, red-haired Strock Village man over 2m tall and 100kg with monstrous strength, used to gauge executioner sizes. Formerly a delinquent, this expressionless yet renowned combatant is a temporary Elders’ Council member. Engaged to Mary Eisner, he maintains a warm regard for Larry, though he questions his future as Village Head, and is known to Hans as well.
• 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.
• Pasta – A horse used for pulling the protagonist’s carriage.
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