Volume 2 Chapter 46 Slavery Auction
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I received a visit from Second Lieutenant Sabrina Haas (a Dwarf) of the Arsenal Bureau. She is the individual who has been the primary contact for the Arsenal Bureau since the “artificial deer scare” incident, and she has been instrumental in tasks such as registering my blueprints. Though she usually appears in her military uniform, today she was dressed in a gown.
Could this be personal business?
Moreover, through the window of the carriage she arrived in, I could discern the features of Principal Annerose von Bülow, who had marked every one of my first-semester exams at Bizan Magic School with a failing grade. She is the Second Lieutenant’s mother, though they bear different surnames due to her divorce.
”I am sorry, but could I borrow your time for a personal matter?” Sabrina asked, her voice tight with urgency1.
There is a sense of desperation in her tone.
”If it is within my power, what precisely is the matter?” I asked.
”I wish for you to win the bid for Rhein at the Capital Offense Slave auction,” Sabrina replied.
Rhein is Second Lieutenant Sabrina’s twin sister. She came to the academy as a Research Student, but I heard that after various mishaps, she was apprehended on charges of espionage for conducting unauthorized resource surveys on state-owned land.
”There are many complications, so would you mind if we included the Dorm Head in this discussion?” I suggested.
Until a few months ago, Rhein was a Research Student here. Setting aside the fact that the Dorm Head became frantic and mistook her for an escaped convict upon seeing her twin sister, Sabrina, we decided to convene in the office’s reception room to hear the details.
To summarize Second Lieutenant Sabrina’s account: Following her trial, Rhein was acquitted of espionage due to a lack of foreign connections, but she was sentenced to Slavery for creating precise maps of Kingdom Office land and conducting unauthorized resource exploration. The auction is scheduled for today.
Because her status did not stem from economic hardship, this is a specialized auction for Capital Offense Slaves, and participation requires specific qualifications. One must be of age, a married head of household, possess sufficient income and an environment suitable for holding a criminal slave, and not be a relative of the offender. Additionally, Capital Offense Slaves cannot be resold for six months post-purchase.
”Um, I do not have the environment to accommodate a criminal slave,” I said.
”You actually do, you see,” Henrietta-san interjected.
Medical Mages at the academy often purchase low-cost criminal slaves for human experimentation, and it is apparently common to keep cages in one’s private quarters.
Since slaves are generally considered personal property, there have been instances where researchers were warned for management violations for keeping them in laboratories. However, not everyone keeps them in their own rooms.
Because some people kill them during experiments or soil their quarters due to personal sexual proclivities, the Dorm Mother fundamentally opposes keeping cages in private rooms.
”Human experimentation?” I asked, stunned.
”Yes. They are slaves, after all. You certainly wouldn’t expect them to use free citizens or bondservants, would you?” Henrietta-san replied coolly.
Her perspective on human rights is fundamentally incompatible with my own.
I wonder if even Karl-professor, who is like a total DT, is doing this and that using slaves.
”My mother has been contacting acquaintances in the mining industry to ask slave merchants to bid on her behalf, but there have been no takers,” Sabrina explained.
I suppose no one wants to take on the burden of keeping a Capital Offender for six months.
”So, you came to me?” I asked.
”I have no one else to turn to. If this continues, Rhein will…” Sabrina started, trailing off.
For me, Rhein punched me immediately upon our meeting, and the fact that I failed my first-semester exams was ultimately a result of her abnormal personality. But to Second Lieutenant Sabrina, she is kin. Her twin sister.
When she speaks through tears, given how much she has helped me, I find it impossible to refuse.
”What shall we do? Shall we have a cage for mages installed in the laboratory?” Sabrina asked.
”No, my lab is cramped, and everyone there is a Bizan Magic School alumnus. Given my history with Rhein-san, that wouldn’t work,” I replied.
”Then, we shall have it prepared in your room,” Henrietta-san decided.
Why does it have to be that way!
Could the Dorm Head not offer to refuse?
”Um, as I am sure you are aware, my mother does not permit sexual acts between different species,” Sabrina added.
Come to think of it, she did say that.
I have no intention of doing anything with Rhein, but having a cage in my room and needing to handle her meals and sanitary needs is incredibly problematic.
”I see. Then shall we look for a Medical Mage’s laboratory? Rhein-san is a former Research Student here, so I assume she would not want to be seen by acquaintances,” Henrietta-san suggested.
Hearing this from the Dorm Head, Second Lieutenant Sabrina paused to consider.
”Then, in Larry-san’s room,” she finally settled.
”Understood. I will have it prepared by evening,” Henrietta-san confirmed.
You two—are you not going to consult the opinion of the room’s owner?
This is a disaster. Sharing a room with that mad dog, Rhein? It’s enough to depress me.
I won’t lay a finger on her, of course.
”Um, regarding the, uh, cage—are there things like curtains?” I asked.
”There is no such thing. Do you know the price of a single curtain? They are more expensive than a slave,” Henrietta-san noted.
”If there is anything you require, I will arrange it,” Sabrina offered.
I could not bring myself to say no when Second Lieutenant Sabrina asked me with her swollen, teary eyes.
I suppose I will sleep in the laboratory for a while.
I went to the laboratory to ask Henrietta-san (my own) for advice, just in case.
”That might be unavoidable. Principal Annerose is here as well. You really have it tough,” she said.
The change in Henrietta-san’s attitude since I arrived here is a concern, but she agreed.
Incidentally, she remains the same as before during those private moments. A total deviant.
”You should hire or purchase an attendant. What will you do about Rhein-san’s personal hygiene or her care while you are away in your hometown?” she asked.
Now that she mentioned it, I had completely forgotten.
Between the talk of Capital Offense Slaves and buying and selling people with silver coins, it seems my ability to make rational decisions had been impaired.
I returned to the office, relayed this to the two of them, and trusting Sabrina-san’s promise that we would manage, I agreed to participate in the auction.
I then boarded the carriage where the Principal of Bizan Magic School was waiting.
”It has been a while, Principal,” I said.
”I am no longer the Principal,” she replied.
The former Principal looked a bit aged.
According to Second Lieutenant Sabrina, she is now acting as an advisor for mining development in the Marquis Harritz territory.
”Do you know why my name bears the ‘von’ prefix? I was originally a free citizen working in the mines, but I discovered a gold vein nearby and was granted the title of ‘Law-Robe Baron’ by the previous King. Rhein wanted to pursue that path because she had been watching me,” she explained.
It is known that most Dwarves can use Simple-type magic.
However, only a small portion are gifted in exploration-based magic, and they are usually highly regarded; the decision of whether to advance through a tunnel in a mine is almost always left to a Dwarf.
The former Principal must have been one of those people.
”Well, that was the root cause of my marriage becoming awkward and ending in divorce. I caused my daughters a lot of trouble because of it. Especially Rhein, since she admired me so,” she said.
Too busy working, husband gets angry, divorce follows.
It sounds like a story that could have happened in my previous life as well.
The carriage headed south before turning east, passing behind my older sister’s shop.
Come to think of it, it is around the time she might be giving birth, but I have not received any news.
I should visit her during my next break.
”There are two red-light districts in the Royal Capital. The famous one is Ashihara in the southwest sector, but there is also a teahouse district in the southeast. It is located within a small quarter, and it is a rather high-class establishment. The slave market is located within it,” the former Principal explained.
Just as Second Lieutenant Sabrina said, there was a quarter shortly after the shopping street where Ariane-neesan’s shop is located, and we were forced to show our identification at the entrance.
Shortly after, the carriage pulled into a wide, nearby stable.
”I will wait here,” the former Principal stated.
Following her words, Second Lieutenant Sabrina and I stepped out of the carriage.
Despite it being past midday, many carriages were parked around us, but they all looked more professional than recreational.
”This way,” Sabrina said.
Once we left the stable, we were led to a warehouse-like building.
There was a reception desk by the entrance, manned by a man who looked distinctly like a criminal.
”ID,” he demanded bluntly.
I handed over my bankbook, wondering if this was really okay.
”Hmph. Students from the academy? Are you going to do more vivisection? You won’t have a good death if you keep doing such heartless things,” he muttered.
I wanted to ask if he had lived a life that allowed him to say such things.
”What is this, you’re with that lady?” he asked, looking at Sabrina.
”I am just observing,” she replied.
”Oh, just an escort? Fine, show your ID too,” he said.
When the man saw the official notebook Second Lieutenant Sabrina produced, his face stiffened.
”I see how it is. Your kin is an officer in the military, eh?” he realized.
He seemed to have realized that I was a relative of Rhein, who was to be auctioned today, after seeing her name.
”Is this your first time?” he asked, turning his menacing face toward me.
”Yes,” I replied.
”Listen up. This here is your number paddle. The ‘S2’ written on it is your number for the day. When the auction for the slave you want starts, raise this and call out your bid. I am telling you now, cancellations are not accepted,” he instructed.
He then explained that the currency was standardized in Yen.
Noticing a tall man in a robe standing behind me, he called over one of his young subordinates to guide us.
”The lady goes to the second-floor viewing gallery. As for this brat, since it is his first time, teach him the customs,” he ordered.
A tall, silver-haired man approached with a smile.
”Casper, if this brat breaks the rules, make sure to tell him he’ll be floating in the Danube River by tomorrow morning,” the man with the menacing face declared.
He actually said something as terrifying as his face suggested.
”It will be fine. Unless something truly extreme happens, that will not occur,” the silver-haired man said, smiling.
If something extreme happens, it means there are people who have met such a fate. I have come to a dangerous place.
Following the man, we proceeded along the stone path between a surrounding long, narrow tent and the neighboring wall.
”The slaves to be auctioned are lined up inside this tent. Would you like to see them?”
At the man’s words, Second Lieutenant Sabrina shook her head.
”Well, it might be a bit much for a lady. You, however, have time, so you should take a look later,” he advised.
I nodded, agreeing.
”Oh, and I should mention—do not touch the merchandise. If you do something reckless, you will end up floating in the Danube River,” he warned.
He said something terrifying so casually.
After entering the building past the cobblestone path, I was told there was a viewing gallery on the second floor. I entered the venue and parted ways with Second Lieutenant Sabrina, who mentioned she had been here before.
The venue was about the size of two school classrooms; instead of guest chairs, it featured a gentle tiered staircase. At the front stood a stage for the auction and a podium where the facilitator would stand.
The second-floor gallery visible in the back was narrow, appearing to have only two rows.
(That’s right, an unwritten rule, perhaps: if a Slavery you really want to win comes out, head to the front row. If you stay in the back, the Orc Auctioneer might not hear your bid. Even if you raise your paddle, you might be ignored unless it’s a highly popular Slavery. For others, if you signal that you intend to win the next one, they’ll let you move forward.)
A young man named Casper explained this kindly.
If you win the bid, the Underbidder—an assistant standing behind the Orc Auctioneer—hands you a paper with your number, “S2,” and the winning amount. Taking this to the counter in the back for processing allows you to take custody of the Slavery on the spot.
”Since today’s Slavery are Capital Offense convicts, they’ve been sedated with drugs. Please ensure you cage or bind them properly once you take them home. If they handle Mana, you must use an anti-Mage cage, or they will escape immediately.”
He shared these harrowing details with a smile.
Disrupting the auction with violence or loud outbursts results in forced removal.
”Do people like that end up floating in the Danube River?”
”Well, who knows.”
He dodged the question with a smile.
When I asked about bidding strategies, I inquired how to raise a bid properly.
”There’s no specific rule, but for example, if a Slavery is listed at one million Yen and you immediately call out two million, you’re embarrassing the Orc Auctioneer who set the price. It’s best to avoid that unless it’s an extreme case.”
When I asked what increment would be appropriate, he suggested around 1.5 million at most.
By then, guests had begun to trickle in.
”I’ll ring the bell five minutes before the auction starts. If you want to preview the Slavery, please hurry.”
Casper departed for the reception.
I entered the tent to inspect the Slavery up for auction.
They were stripped naked and shackled, their hands hoisted in a “Banzai”2 position by chains linked to an overhead iron bar.
As Casper noted, their consciousness seemed clouded; they wore blank expressions with unfocused eyes.
If not for that, I would have burned the chains with a Fireball and fled long ago.
There appeared to be about twenty, separated into sections.
”This one’s no good,” one of the men in front of me muttered.
Indeed, the men shackled there were emaciated and elderly. I’d prefer not to see naked men.
The crowd moved, and I followed them to the next section.
”Number four, that one’s good,” the first merchant said. “If it’s forty, it’s a buy.”
The second merchant nodded. “True. Good glutes and calves.”
I see. That’s how they are appraised.
”How about number six? He’s young,” the first merchant suggested.
The second merchant scoffed, “No, the leg wound is bad. I’d bid ten, max.”
They treated people as mere commodities. Each Slavery had a plate listing age, origin, physical condition, and crime—no names, only numbers.
Number six was a Human, 22, from Baron Roman territory. Left leg fracture and deformity from a childhood fall; crime: robbery and arson.
He seemed like a case to avoid.
”Hey, brother. Eavesdropping isn’t polite,” the first merchant growled at me when I reached the next section.
”My apologies. It’s my first time, and I ended up acting suspiciously,” I said, smoothing it over despite my lack of interest in the male Slavery.
”First time, huh?” the first merchant asked, eyeing me. “With that youth and those clothes… are you a student at the Academy?”
”Ah, yes.”
”Hmm. Are you after the Amazoness? That only happens once a decade.”
Amazoness? She was appearing this time?
”No, a Dwarf.”
”Ah, I see,” the second merchant replied. “Well, today is all about the Amazoness. Most of us are just onlookers, wondering who will take her.”
”We’re here for work, but we’ll watch until the end,” the first merchant added. “That Amazoness will easily clear twenty million. You don’t see deals that big very often.”
”Look, that’s Oscar,” the second merchant pointed out. “He’s an agent for a curious aristocrat.”
”An agent?” I asked.
”Yeah. He’s here to win a specific Slavery on a nobleman’s behalf.”
”But, reselling is banned for six months, right?”
”Right, you’re new,” the first merchant said. “There’s an agent’s license for that. It counts as an original purchase by the aristocrat.”
If such things exist, why didn’t Second Lieutenant Sabrina just ask me to do that if I were to buy one?
”And that large figure in the robe… I haven’t seen them before either,” I noted.
”Yeah, they must be after the Amazoness too,” the second merchant said. “For us, it’s just a show.”
In the second-to-last section, the crowd finally moved.
Is this Rhein?
A woman with flesh stripped from her neck to her right ear hung naked. Mana healing had regenerated the skin, but the bone and tooth structure remained visible. I remembered hearing she had been saved from a Red-eyed Wolf attack.
”Dwarf, young, good body,” the first merchant observed. “But with that face, three hundred is the limit.”
”Maybe three hundred fifty,” the second merchant countered. “They say she can use Simple-type magic. If she didn’t have that face, she’d go for five hundred or a thousand.”
I had been told that one hundred Gold Coins—ten million Yen—were prepared, so this seemed feasible.
The plate read: Dwarf, 26, from Marquis Harritz territory. Right ear hearing loss, vocal cord damage, speech impossible, Telepathy/Mind-reading possible. Level 3 Simple-type Mage. Crime: National taboo. Note: Purchaser must be a Mage or have an assistant.
”Level 3?” the first merchant said. “With a restriction like that, she’ll go for three hundred.”
”Is that how it works?” I asked.
”Capital Offense Slavery usually require a keeper; with the Mage restriction, there’s no competition,” the second merchant explained. “You can get her cheap, brother. Lucky you.”
That took a weight off my mind.
Finally, the Amazoness.
As I followed the flow, her figure emerged. Brown skin, large eyes, a voluptuous body.
My knees nearly buckled.
It was the Amazoness who had attacked me. There was no doubt; the scar on her left heel where I had severed her Achilles Tendon confirmed it.
”What’s wrong, brother?” the first merchant laughed. “Love at first sight?”
”No way,” the second merchant chimed in. “She won’t go for less than two thousand. Nice body, though. I hear Amazoness women are tight down there. A brothel might buy her.”
They were excited, but my mood had plummeted.
She showed no damage other than the scar I had caused. Her hair was shaved, but her head was clean.
The Amazoness, likely drugged, lifted her face. Well-formed features, large eyes. For a moment, she glared at me, but her eyes lacked focus.
It must have been my imagination.
The plate read: Amazoness, estimated 44, origin: East. Capture: left heel tendon injury, walking difficulty. Can speak broken Schweilitz. Crime: National taboo, assault, attempted murder. Martial arts training, handle with caution.
It didn’t mention being a Turkic Empire spy. “Handle with caution”—indeed, she could kill with her bare hands.
She was a dangerous purchase.
”Well, that was worth seeing,” the first merchant said.
”Worth the trip,” the second agreed.
The men were delighted to have seen her. As someone who had fought her to the death, my feelings were complicated. They were mine-specialist Slavery merchants from the Harritz territory.
The bell rang. I entered the venue.
”It’ll be packed with onlookers by the end,” the first merchant muttered. “Everyone’s here for the Amazoness.”
I stayed near the merchants I had met.
The Orc Auctioneer stood at the podium. “I will now begin the auction for today’s Capital Offense Slavery,” he announced formally.
”Number one, Human, 37, Holstein territory, left leg fracture, robbery and arson. Starting at fifty thousand.”
”Fifty-two thousand,” a bidder shouted.
”Fifty-two thousand fifty.”
The bids echoed.
”Fifty-seven thousand,” the auctioneer called. “Any others?”
He checked the room, then hammered the stand. “Paddle number 22, winning bid at fifty-seven thousand.”
The cage was wheeled away.
”Number two, Human…”
It took less than five minutes per item. The fourth Slavery was won for 395,000—five thousand less than the estimate. They were pros. The assistant delivered the paperwork to the merchants, and they stepped back.
Finally, it was Rhein’s turn. By then, the crowd had grown, and I fought my way to the front.
Participating in the auction were a tall man in robes, a young man who was apparently a peer of mine as mentioned by the two people earlier, and two pairs of people who looked like slavery merchants.
”Number 19, Dwarf tribe, age 26, Marquis Harritz territory, no hearing in the right ear, vocal cord damage, conversation by voice is impossible, Telepathy and Mind-reading possible, Level 3 Mage of Simple-type magic, acts against national law. It is a mandatory requirement for qualified buyers that the Mage themselves or an assistant must be present. Are you ready? Then, starting from 2.5 million.”
As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, the robed man raised his paddle.
”5 million.”
He bid double the starting price, which Casper said was not forbidden but better not to do.
For some reason, the auctioneer’s face seemed to twitch slightly.
”5.5 million.”
The young man I thought was my peer raised it even further.
This was unexpected.
I turned around to look for Second Lieutenant Sabrina in the observation seats.
When I found her, she was making a gesture as if lifting something from below with her hand.
Was she saying I should go along with it?
Meanwhile, the market price had already exceeded 6.5 million.
The professional slavery merchants had given up, and the robed man and the young man were bidding against each other.
”7 million.”
The robed man raised it further.
”7.5 million.”
I raised my paddle for the first time and participated.
”10 million.”
In an instant, it reached the planned limit.
At this point, the young man seemed to have given up too.
”11 million.”
It could not be helped; a 10% increase should be fine.
I raised my paddle and shouted.
”12 million.”
The robed man reacted immediately.
I did not know what would happen beyond this.
I looked back at Second Lieutenant Sabrina, and she was signaling something with her hands, but it was different from before.
However, I did not know what she wanted to say.
The auctioneer was shouting to see if there were any other bids.
I did not know what to do.
”Paddle number S3, sold for 12 million.”
As the auctioneer’s voice rang out, the whole venue erupted.
The robed man received a paper from his assistant and headed towards the back immediately.
Then, the swarming people split left and right to make a path.
I tried to follow, but the path closed immediately, and it seemed impossible to go to the back until the next Amazoness auction was over.
However, I regretted that I could not do the job I was assigned.
Second Lieutenant Sabrina saw the situation, so she probably would not blame me.
I wanted to leave this venue as soon as possible.
”This is the last auction for today. Number 20, Amazoness tribe, age estimated at 44, origin Eastern, captured with a tendon injury in the left leg, limited mobility. Communication is limited to speaking a few words of Schweilitz. Crime is an act against national law, injury and attempted murder, has aptitude for martial arts, please handle with sufficient caution. Are you ready? Starting from 7.5 million.”
I could hear the voice of the Orc Shonia, but I felt irritated.
It was strange.
What had I done?
Was this what it meant to be distraught?
With a piece of paper in my hand, I was unable to move.
Just a few minutes ago.
The final auction began, and an agent for a noble named Oscar and a young man were competing to win the Amazoness.
Perhaps I was irritated by the two of them only raising the price by 500,000 at a time, when they would end up raising it to around 20 million anyway.
Deep down, I had the feeling that I wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.
”11 million.”
I raised my paddle and said the same amount as I did for the Rhein one earlier.
On the stage, there was an Amazoness, placed in a narrow cage, exposing her brown, naked body.
She was likely dazed from drugs, trying to keep her center of gravity by pressing her body against the front of the cage, and her well-shaped breasts were bulging out from between the iron bars.
She looked like a good woman, but she was an intelligence operative. I would probably never see this dangerous woman again.
I poured oil on the auction; this would make the price jump up, and it should be over soon.
That was what I thought.
”11 million, any other bids?”
The resonant voice of the Orc Shonia echoed throughout the building.
Hurry, raise it to about 15 million!
”Paddle number S2, sold for 11 million. This concludes today’s auction.”
The venue was not very excited.
Well, obviously.
They were onlookers who thought they would see a big deal for the first time in years, yet the amount was lower than the semi-final.
It would not have been strange if there were boos.
That assistant, the underbidder, was it?
That serious-looking man ran up, handed me a piece of paper, and left immediately.
Wait a minute.
Did I buy that Amazoness?
You have got to be kidding me.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Sabrina – Haas, a female Dwarf Second Lieutenant in the Arsenal Bureau’s Magic Weapon and Armored Divisions, is a mechanical engineer, Annerose’s estranged daughter, and Rhein’s twin. Stoic yet warmly reluctant, she has thick, curly chestnut hair, a plush Russian hat, and a reverse-leather coat. Haas assists the protagonist with logistics/tactics and handles Larry while coordinating secret national tech.
• Haas – The Haas family name, carried by the Dwarf military officer Second Lieutenant Sabrina Haas, is associated with a lineage of professional military service passed down from her father’s side following her parents’ divorce.
• Annerose von Bülow – Annerose von Bülow is the stern, authoritative Dwarf Principal of National Bizan Magic School. Possessing a strict, insufferable personality and a menacingly low voice, she demands immediate obedience, frequently correcting Larry Fee Getys. She adds a mischievous flair to ceremonies and is the divorced mother of Sabrina Haas.
• 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.
• Annerose – Annerose von Bülow is the stern, authoritative Dwarf Principal of National Bizan Magic School. Possessing a strict, insufferable personality and a menacingly low voice, she demands immediate obedience, frequently correcting Larry Fee Getys. She adds a mischievous flair to ceremonies and is the divorced mother of Sabrina Haas.
• 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.
• Bülow – Annerose von Bülow, a tall, poised academy principal with silver-streaked hair and a stern gaze, uses her noble family name to command authority. She seamlessly navigates the social hierarchy, enforcing strict religious doctrines on interspecies relations. Deeply respected, she mentors students and maintains close, influential ties with both the faculty and the school council.
• von – The noble particle ‘von’ indicates high social standing and ancestral roots connected to territorial estates within the Sabaski lineage. It marks the noble bloodline and full names of Annerose von Bülow, Walter von Riedel, and Marc von Harritz, establishing their shared aristocratic identity and familial relationship within the Kingdom.
• Rhein – A 26-year-old Dwarf Mage with physical injuries and magical limitations, she is Sabrina’s twin younger sister and a Rosenstein Magic School runner-up. Formally recommended as a research student under Professor Hoffman at the Magic Academy, she studies alchemy and resonance systems. Due to extreme prejudice against human males, she violently assaults Larry in the hallway with Mana-infused strikes.
• Henrietta – Disheveled Gothic-Lolita Bizan Dorm Head and lab supervisor who collaborates with the protagonist, teasing and reading his mind while recovering from past emotional trauma. Under her admired, poorly managing Professor Pauman, she researches Golem labs, rivals Line, and owns Pamela. Despite military pressure on her magic ship research, she strictly enforces Church discipline. Pragmatic yet slightly perverted, she hides a raw, submissive side.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Karl – A handsome Academy professor at the Third Medical Magic Laboratory with a detached demeanor and a surprisingly innocent, “virgin-coded” mindset. Specializing in medical magic, this narrator’s contact harbors an intellectually curious, opportunistic interest in the protagonist’s recent acquisition.
• Larry – Larry Fee Getys is a tall, athletic, light-haired Bizan Magic School student, tech-minded telepathic reincarnated soldier, and detached Arsenal Bureau corporal testing Golem-amplifier tech for an imperial expedition. Moving to Himeji, Japan, he masks explosive strength in plain clothes, cautious of eccentric professors. He balances duties with managing his wives and a newly acquired Amazoness.
• Harritz – A Marquis who observes the duel from the sidelines. He is a high-ranking noble who seems to be involved in the kingdom’s internal political strife. The family name of the Marquis who serves as the King’s father-in-law. He is an old, tall military man with a bearded face and a chest covered in medals.
• Marquis – An elderly nobleman with a volatile temper. His face turns beet-red when insulted, and he is quick to abandon formal deliberation in favor of a violent resolution via duel.
• Mar – A battle‑hardened veteran, clad in worn armor, uses door panels as shields and captures enemy crossbows; Larry’s comrade who teases him about his sister‑in‑law’s pampering, known as Martin to his companion Edmond.
• Ariane – The protagonist’s older sister residing in the Royal Capital.
• Casper – A young man who provides information about the auction procedures and rules. An employee at the auction facility who guides newcomers through local customs.
• Roman – The Roman family name, carried by Louise. The lineage oversees a barony characterized by thin soil and a history of glacial weight, primarily sustained through sheep farming and recently established salt and sugar industries.
• Oscar – An agent acting on behalf of a curious aristocrat.
• Wolf – The family name carried by Adolf, the influential underworld figure who controls the secret establishment visited by the Lieutenant Colonel.
• Shonia – An Orc who serves as the auctioneer for the final segment of the event.
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