Volume 3 Chapter 11 Battle Against the Amazoness
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The smiles had vanished from the old hags’ faces.
”Boy,” one of them spat, her tone sharp and accusatory, “are you truly comfortable lettin’ your students die?”
”What are you talkin’ about?” I replied, my voice tense.
”Do we have to spell it out for ya?”
They were not trying to force my hand by holding my students hostage—far from it.
They understood the grim reality.
If our formation collapsed and a rout began, the odds of these kids making it out alive were abysmal.
They were offering to gamble their own lives to prevent that nightmare.
”You’re asking me to take you to the far side of the road to intercept the Amazoness, aren’t you?” I asked.
”That’s the lad we fell for,” she chuckled, a dry, rasping sound. “Sharp as a tack.”
I would likely get an earful later for bringing students into a war zone, but my priority was their survival.
I had given them orders for the worst-case scenario, but if we truly broke into a full-scale retreat, those protocols would be worth less than dirt.
”Tell me, Grannies,” I pressed. “Can you actually take them down?”
”At best, half of ’em, I’d reckon.”
A little more optimism would be nice.
The barrels of their upgraded Shishi-odoshi1 were longer than before, though that only pushed their effective range to maybe twenty meters.
That made picking the right drop-off point critical.
The Amazoness were aiming to strike the main force’s flank, cutting through the chaos.
But with five thousand infantry and cavalry, those flanks were massive.
I would not know the perfect strike point until the very last second, based on their trajectory from the air.
Damn it, the last second.
It looked like I would be stuck on aerial surveillance until the bitter end.
Maybe I could squeeze one last, desperate blow out of that coilgun-modified carriage if we had to run for it.
”Don’t you worry about me,” Kenze said, her voice cutting through my thoughts.
Right.
I had almost forgotten she was an Amazoness herself.
”You were ridin’ a massive horse, weren’t ya? That means you’re from the main branch. I despise ’em. Besides… you’d best treasure these old women’s feelin’s.”
She must have thought I was worried about her turning on us.
”I see,” I muttered.
Her roots were in Tashkurgan, the Stone City of the Central Continent, while the main branch was settled along the southeastern coast of the Southern Continent.
She held a deep grudge against their arrogance.
She was not going to flip sides. That much was clear.
But the clarity in her eyes made me feel like the villain for even suspecting her.
I was not just some sleaze using his lower half to keep her in check.
Probably.
”Um, Grannies,” Tura whispered, her voice trembling, “you said this is where you’re going to die, right? You really mean to die?”
”Oh, sweetie,” one of them sighed, smiling softly.
Smiling at a time like this—these old hags were too much.
It was not fair.
”We’ve lived long enough, and we’ve killed plenty of folks. Enemy soldiers, of course. Besides, there ain’t no family waitin’ for us back home,” she explained, her voice steady. “So it don’t matter when we die. If it’s now, we can die for you lot. That’s a hell of a lot happier than dyin’ in a hospital bed. I can’t promise a sure win, but if we don’t help, plenty of our allies are guaranteed to die. So won’t you lend a hand to our happiness, just for a little while?”
As they spoke, Tura, the Elf Mage, began weeping, eventually breaking into loud sobs.
Anna, our coachman, peeked in from the driver’s seat.
Tatyana, Katarina, and Pamela did not seem inclined to oppose the Grannies.
Rosa was wearing her headset, so I could not tell, but the corners of her mouth seemed to be upturned.
Could it be that she was a dangerous one?
”Anna-san,” I said, “could you call the Commander over?”
”Understood,” she replied, pulling her head back.
”That is against military regulations,” the bearded commander stated the moment he heard our request.
”Against regulations, huh? That sounds awfully rigid.”
Just then, the communications NCO wandered into the carriage.
Great.
Another headache.
”My, it seems the battle with the enemy hasn’t really started yet, has it?” the NCO remarked.
”Hmph,” the Commander grunted. “Our army’s new weapon, the artificial Shishi-odoshi, has halved the power of the enemy’s arrows. They’re too scared to make a move. Pretty impressive, right?”
”That’s good news,” the NCO replied smoothly.
”Right? Don’t know who came up with it, but headquarters is thrilled that infantry losses have dropped significantly.”
Hearing that, I felt a spark of anger at the clueless headquarters.
You idiots.
Try doing some actual work for once.
”Half of the Magic Armored Division is on the left of the main force,” I noted, “but is the right flank safe?”
”You amateur,” the NCO scoffed. “Who do you think is going to attack from the right? The enemy is struggling enough as it is against our arrow-repelling fire.”
Heh.
Is that so?
”The Amazoness are on the move,” Rosa announced.
That sudden alert made everyone in the carriage, including the NCO, turn deathly pale.
”What do you mean…”
I had no time to waste, so I grabbed the NCO by the scruff of his neck and hit him with Mana Drain.
I laid his unconscious body on the floor.
”Larry-dono,” the Commander gasped, staring at me with wide eyes, “what are you doing?”
”We’re out of time. Steel your resolve. I’ll take responsibility.”
”‘I’ll take responsibility,’ eh? You’re a cool one,” one Granny cackled.
”I’m falling for you all over again,” another added.
”In that case, we’ll take your head-lopping as forgiveness for everything.”
You old hags.
I thought you were ready to die, not crack jokes.
”Commander!” one of the Grannies barked, suddenly going stone-faced as she saluted.
The other four followed suit.
”W-What is it?” the Commander stammered, clearly intimidated.
”We are former officers of the Golems Battalion. We outrank you,” she stated firmly. “We are currently enlisted in the official ranks. You understand, don’t you? As you just heard from that girl, the Amazoness are coming for the main force’s defenseless right flank. If we mess this up, the entire army could rout in an instant. There is no time. Obey us.”
The poor man simply saluted with a “Yes, sir!” and went along with it.
As I helped the Commander move the NCO into some nearby brush, a massive roar erupted.
Had the main forces finally collided?
We turned the carriage around, drove it up the bank of the West River, and headed for the Gallia Highway.
”Rosa, where are the enemies?”
”They’ve rounded about a quarter of the western hill,” she replied.
Faster than I thought.
I had to hurry.
”Where exactly do you need to be dropped off?”
I touched Rosa to share the visual data from the fixed-wing drone and confirm the drop-off point.
Looking from above, there were more barricades built by the engineers on the west side than I had expected.
Had they anticipated this?
Major Friedrich von Kärcher, the engineer commander, really did have a feel for the battlefield.
”Around here?” I asked.
Near where they were currently clashing.
About five hundred meters below the valley of the breasts.
”That’s strange,” one of the Grannies muttered, doubtful.
Indeed, it was weird.
Was our side actually pushing back?
”Rosa, I want to see the state of the battle.”
She agreed, immediately turning the fixed-wing drone around and moving it over the Gallia Highway.
The enemy soldiers facing us were retreating, splitting into two and allowing the reserve cavalry to charge into the gap.
Even worse, about three thousand infantry who had been hidden behind the left breast were moving to cross the hill.
They were not even looking at the Magic Armored Division at the foot of the hill.
They were headed straight for our main force.
”It’s a trap,” I realized.
They were drawing our main force to the foot of the hill to surround and annihilate them.
It was the Tsurino-buse2, the feigned retreat mastered by the Shimazu clan during Japan’s Sengoku period.
The enemy at the front, the forces behind them, the three thousand behind the breast, plus the legendary Amazoness—that was over five thousand troops.
Our main force only had about six thousand infantry and cavalry combined.
Even if we dealt with the Amazoness, it would be a drop in the bucket.
(Rosa, can you find who’s calling the shots for the enemy?) I asked via telepathy.
(Hmm, maybe this person? There’s a cavalry officer running around the army with two guards. He’s wearing nice armor too.)
That was definitely him.
Directing a Tsurino-buse was complex. If I took him out, the enemy should panic and buy us some time.
Hopefully.
It felt like a waste, but I decided to crash the radio-equipped drone.
By then, the carriage had reached the Gallia Highway, near the rear of the fighting army.
(Rosa, ram the fixed-wing drone into that man. Can you self-destruct it at the last second?)
(I can, but what a waste.)
(We don’t have time.)
(Fine, but you owe me a new fixed-wing drone with a radio later.)
(Deal.)
(Promise?)
She was extorting me at a time like this, but I had no choice.
As soon as I agreed, the drone began a rapid climb.
(Hey, are you okay?)
(Yeah. Going in from here.)
It started a steep dive from high altitude at an insane speed.
If the wings or tail broke off now, we would miss the target.
Ignoring my worries, the speed climbed higher and higher.
Despite the minor vibrations, the genius Rosa made micro-adjustments.
The moment she locked onto the commander’s face, her synchronization with the drone cut off.
At that speed and trajectory, there was no way it missed.
Even without self-destructing, no human would walk away from an impact like that.
He might well be dead.
”Sending the next one out,” Rosa said, grabbing a spare drone and heading for the coachman’s seat.
Just before we caught up to the army, we turned off the Gallia Highway onto a relatively wide farm road that ran parallel to it.
The drop-off point for the Grannies was another two hundred meters ahead.
We had managed to get closer to the hill than originally planned.
I stopped the carriage just before an orchard spread out at the foot of the hill.
I figured the Amazoness would not ride through the orchard, so I chose the side of the farm road.
About one hundred meters away, infantry were trading blows.
I could hear it clearly.
”What are you doing?” the Grannies complained as I turned the carriage around and unhitched the horses.
”I’m modifying this carriage into an early-model Shishi-odoshi,” I shouted. “I’m going to hit the Amazoness with one shot before we run.”
”You should be running while you have the chance!” one snapped. “This is a battlefield, you know!”
”Look, I’ve got this. I’ll take one shot, then we run. Don’t worry about it.”
”You brat,” the old woman spat. “This isn’t child’s play.”
”Who cares?”
It did not end well, but I could not stomach the idea of us doing nothing while those old bags were risking their lives.
Rosa’s report came in: the Amazoness were charging straight for us, and they were already in sight.
Our guards were holding back, keeping their distance so the horses would not spook at the sound of the makeshift Shishi-odoshi3.
Rosa was still piloting the fixed-wing drone, but I had her move it back to stay with the others.
The remaining Mages stood by, hands joined, ready to pump Mana into the box’s coils at a moment’s notice.
”Kenze,” I called out, “what’s with the bow and arrow?”
”Borrowed it from one of the guards,” she replied, her tone sharp and distant.
”Fine, whatever, but can you actually use a longbow?”
I had heard they were much harder to handle than short bows.
”It’s fine,” Kenze said. “I just test-fired it.”
”Don’t push yourself and get left behind.”
”Who do you take me for?”
A former deputy general, that’s who.
Well, she was the most experienced soldier here, so as long as she did not get caught out, she should be fine.
Tatyana and I spent the time pre-syncing with the humanoid Golems.
We armed them with bamboo poles scavenged from the orchard and ordered them to lie in ambush.
”They’re here.”
Tension spiked at Rosa’s words.
The old women were already tucked away behind the barricades and tool shed.
One hundred meters.
The Amazoness wore what looked like leather armor.
More importantly, they were riding horses two sizes larger than normal—massive, hulking beasts.
I started to worry whether the Shishi-odoshi would even faze them.
The pressure they gave off was unreal.
They were charging us at a steady gallop.
The one in the lead… was she Black?
I had never seen someone like that in this world before.
A red jewel pulsed at the end of a chain hanging from her forehead.
By the time I registered that, they were within fifty meters and bearing down on us.
”Pump in the Mana,” I ordered.
”It’s good,” Tatyana confirmed. “We’re connected.”
We had thrown the thing together so fast I had been terrified the wires would snap, but the coils held.
Thirty meters.
Kenze loosed an arrow from beside the carriage.
The Amazoness shifted their focus to her.
Twenty meters.
Kenze’s arrow caught the lead rider in the shoulder, but she did not fall.
A second arrow struck her neck, and she finally tumbled.
Good.
”Close your eyes! Open your mouths!”
I shouted the order, fueled the biggest fireball I could manage on the coachman’s stand, and shoved it into the opening.
It was swallowed with a sharp hiss, followed by a deafening BOOM.
Superheated air erupted, blasting the partition and rear door of the carriage clean off their hinges.
Two riders were knocked down by the flying debris.
Four more horse-and-rider pairs were scattered by the blast.
The old bags moved in, finishing off the fallen by launching steel nails from the modified launcher-style Shishi-odoshi—our version of a railgun.
”One more shot!” I shouted. “Channel the Mana, then eyes shut, mouths open!”
I barked the order at the Mages.
The brown-skinned warrior behind the fallen Amazoness was already charging us with a small squad.
They were quick to adapt.
They had adjusted their course to avoid the center of the carriage.
Learning their lesson already, were they?
Another BANG.
Two more Amazoness were blown away, horses and all.
This much power…
Once it fired, the muzzle flare created a massive impact zone.
The box was falling apart.
We would not get another shot out of it.
From behind the two who had fallen, another Amazoness emerged, but Kenze’s arrow found her forehead.
The old bags stepped in to finish off the others.
That made ten.
Fourteen left.
The Amazoness pulled back to regroup.
”Katarina,” I yelled, “now’s your chance! Take Tura and Pamela and get to the guards.”
Rosa was still busy with the drone, so she was already with the security team.
Pamela, however, would not budge.
”What are you doing? Get out of here!”
”I am staying right here,” the old woman said, stubborn as ever.
An old Elf Mage, acting like a spoiled brat.
”I won’t save you if you die.”
”I am your slave anyway,” she countered.
I did not know why she said that, but I decided to let her be.
While the Amazoness regrouped, they were clearly planning their next move.
I was out of tricks.
All I had left were Tatyana and the Golems.
The rest was up to the old bags.
Just as I thought that, a flash of fire slammed into the Amazoness group at a sixty-degree angle and exploded.
Three were turned into human torches.
One in the center collapsed face down, burning where she lay.
It looked like Rosa had sent the drone in on a suicide run.
I later heard that if you ruptured a charged Amber core and ignited it, it burned incredibly well.
Come to think of it, Amber was fossilized resin.
It would have been stranger if it did not burn, especially when filled with high-energy Mana.
It was basically a lithium battery.
Regardless, that was three fewer.
Eleven left.
Realizing that bunching up was a death sentence, they scattered and charged.
The bad news?
Three were heading straight for Katarina and Tura, who were out in the open.
The guards tried to step in, but they were fodder.
Four more circled around, trying to skirt the edge of the orchard.
Kenze fired at the ones coming for us, but they anticipated the arrows’ paths and deflected the shots.
I signaled Tatyana and the two Golems to stand their ground with the poles.
”Goblins always charge straight in. Just plant your feet, aim for the chest, and hold steady.”
I muttered the advice Grandfather and Niko had taught me.
It was the same stance Bours-san had shown me for a spear wall.
I did not honestly think anti-Goblin tactics would work against veteran Amazoness, but the Golems were stronger than any human.
I was betting everything on that.
The mounted Amazoness closed in faster than I expected.
When I leveled the pole at her chest, she used her spear to parry and shove it aside.
The pole bent, but the Golem’s grip held firm.
The pole slid past her arm, and she only stayed on her horse by a miracle, her hand and spear trapped against the shaft.
She finally tumbled.
The one behind her tried to swerve.
I had no choice but to swing the pole like a baseball bat.
She tried to parry with her spear, but I hit her too far back.
The pole snapped, and the jagged end slammed into her side.
I expected her to fall, but she held on and charged straight at me.
I was standing on the coachman’s stand to get a better view.
She threw her spear at me, but because I had clipped her ribs, the throw was weak and missed.
Kenze immediately put an arrow through her right temple.
It punched straight out the left side.
She was dead before she hit the ground.
Tatyana, in her puppet state, handled the last two.
Her Golem moved like a stick-fighting master, knocking them both down and pummeling them into the dirt with the pole.
Of the three heading for Katarina, two were cut down by the old bags.
The last one was still locked in a struggle with the guards.
Of the four who had circled the orchard, two more fell to the old bags.
The final two pulled back to assess the situation.
When they saw their comrade fighting the guards get taken down, they turned and retreated the way they had come.
”Finally.”
Relief hit me like a weight lifting from my shoulders, but I was not done yet.
One of the Amazoness I had knocked off her horse was using her spear as a cane to stand.
The fight was over.
I did not need to kill her.
I started walking over.
If she would not surrender, I would drain her Mana, knock her out, and take her prisoner.
I hopped off the coachman’s stand.
The ground was littered with the bodies of the first wave, and two of their massive horses thrashed on the ground, likely with broken legs.
”Give it up already.”
As I called out to her, something slammed into my waist.
I spun around.
The Black Amazoness—the one who had taken arrows to the shoulder and neck—was clinging to my waist, flashing her white teeth.
What was so funny?
Her dark skin was slick with sweat and shimmering green.
She had no weapon in hand.
Maybe she could not draw the sword at her hip, so she simply drove me into the dirt.
A searing pain flared near my appendix.
The lunatic had not even drawn the sword.
She had rammed the scabbard of the Viscount’s Treasure Sword, which I was carrying, straight into my lower abdomen with her full weight behind it.
The blunt sheath punched through my abdominal wall.
When I had been stabbed in the back before, it felt like heat.
This was just pain.
Pure, blinding pain.
Still, I grabbed her small face and drained every ounce of Mana from her until she went limp and collapsed beside me.
It hurts.
I wanted to stay still, but even breathing sent spikes of agony through me.
I held my breath, but my own gut betrayed me, spasming and bringing on more pain.
”Someone…”
I rolled over, struggling to see through the haze.
Pamela was approaching.
I was so happy I could have cried.
”You let your guard down on the battlefield, boy. This is your own fault.”
She drained my Mana.
Everything went black.
* * *
I opened my eyes to moonlight.
”Don’t move. You aren’t healed yet.”
Pamela’s voice.
She must have returned some Mana for some reason.
”The… old bags… what happened to them?”
Just speaking was agony.
I could not move my body, not even a finger.
As I lay there, I felt the Grannies’ presence hovering over me.
”One of us… she passed on,” one said.
”She was a lucky one,” another added.
”She had a message for you, boy. Thank you, she said. Make sure to tell him that at the end.”
I see.
She was gone.
”The team is here to pick us up, so we’re moving out,” they said. “We’ll send a good Medical Mage to patch you up properly. Don’t worry about writing us a letter. Thank you.”
When their presence faded, tears started pouring out.
”It hurts.”
”Stop crying like a baby,” Pamela snapped. “Your guts aren’t fully reconnected yet.”
Mercifully, Pamela drained my Mana again and knocked me out.
* * *
When I woke up again, I saw an Elf Mage I recognized pressing her hands against my stomach.
”It has been a while, young Larry.”
That tone.
I remembered her.
Chulpan—the one who had treated me back at the Linto base and messed around with my rear.
”Well, you remembered me,” she purred. “I’m honored.”
”Hard to forget something like that.”
”Oh my, I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
”I didn’t enjoy it!”
”Don’t be like that.”
As we spoke via telepathy, Pamela and Kenze peered down at me.
”How is it? The pain?”
Now that they mentioned it, the blinding agony was gone, though a dull ache remained.
”Keep quiet and you’ll be healed in another night. Until then, no food or drink. Agreed?”
Chulpan said that, then walked away.
”Damn, she’s a pro,” I remarked, watching her leave.
”Only ’cause I gave you first aid, you know,” Pamela replied with her blunt northern edge.
”Yeah, yeah, I get it,” I muttered.
I wondered if even these foul-mouthed slaves were actually a little worried about me.
”What happened with the battle?” I asked while still lying down.
They told me our army had won a total victory.
As soon as the main force pushed the enemy back, they began to rout, and the army was currently mopping them up.
”In the middle of the night?”
”Aye, headquarters is super fired up about it, mate.”
Before I knew it, Corporal Heinz from the security unit was standing beside me.
”Since you aren’t supposed to move yet, I’m building a shack right here to keep the night dew off you,” he said in a clipped, military tone.
He started fussing about with materials.
I thought about what we had done.
Even though one of the grannies had passed away, we had contributed to the battle.
Thinking that, my consciousness slipped away again—likely from exhaustion, even without my Mana being drained.
* * *
”Oi, something dangerous is coming,” Kenze said, her voice cutting through the fog.
And seriously—those commanders.
It looked like they really had only built a lean-to with a roof.
They had thrown a blanket over me, but I was absolutely freezing.
”Are you the one in charge here?”
I looked around, but only Pamela and Kenze were there.
”If you’re asking who’s in charge right now, I guess that might be me.”
”Oh, good. I’m Nikaure Saba. I represent the Amazoness,” she said, her voice dripping with aristocratic disdain4. “My, how terribly uncouth to keep one waiting.”
The woman had a blue gemstone hanging from a chain on her forehead.
Her skin was translucently pale.
A faint scent of dangerous woman drifted from her.
”Are you aware that the Amazoness pay ransom to buy back our companions, even if they are corpses?”
”In that case, this will be quick.”
The woman said she would buy the three survivors and nineteen corpses for eleven kin of gold.
”That’s fine.”
When I answered, the woman signaled, and a board with handles topped with gold bars was placed beside me.
I had Pamela confirm that there were exactly eleven bars.
”Then here is the contract.”
Lying down, I signed my name at the top and bottom of the hostage exchange contract she presented.
”Are you Larry Fee Getys-san?”
”You know who I am?”
”Yes, well. I would like to talk with you at length the next time we meet.”
I wanted to say be my guest, but Pamela pressed her finger into my wound.
”You piece of trash,” she hissed.
”Then, until next time,” the noblewoman said.
She vanished into the fog with her companions and the bodies of her dead.
I fell into another long sleep after that.
When I finally came to, I was surrounded by the stench of sweaty men.
I was inside a horse-drawn wagon where boards had been laid across the sides to serve as seats.
Wait.
I was supposed to be the injured one, right?
Even so, I was wearing only my undergarments, and my hands and feet were bound.
The men around me were bound the same way.
”You finally awake? What the hell did you do?” the middle-aged man next to me asked.
”What is this wagon?”
”You don’t know? We’re on our way to be put before a military tribunal.”
”You have no idea why?”
”None at all.”
”Then you must have pissed off a superior officer. They probably pinned desertion in the face of the enemy on you or something. Poor bastard.”
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Summary:
Larry and his students prepare to intercept the Amazoness threat, guided by the veteran Grannies of the Golems Battalion. Tensions rise as the group realizes the enemy is executing a sophisticated feigned retreat trap. Larry employs his advanced drone technology to neutralize the enemy commander, creating a critical opening for their escape strategy.
The protagonist and his allies successfully repel an ambush by a group of mounted Amazoness through a combination of makeshift weaponry and coordinated mana-fueled attacks. During the final moments of the skirmish, the protagonist is severely injured when a dying enemy stabs him with his own sword’s scabbard. After being treated by an elderly mage and later by a familiar elf medical mage, the protagonist begins a painful recovery process while mourning the loss of one of the elderly allies.
The protagonist recovers from battle injuries and interacts with the Amazoness representative, Nikaure, to secure a hostage exchange. Shortly after this agreement, the protagonist is abruptly captured, stripped, and bound. The story concludes with the protagonist discovering they are being transported to a military tribunal on charges of desertion.
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Trivia:
The Grannies previously served as officers in the Golems Battalion, outranking the current commander.
Kenze is revealed to be an Amazoness from the Central Continent, specifically Tashkurgan.
The enemy employs a tactical maneuver known as Tsurino-buse, historically used by the Shimazu clan.
Major Friedrich von Kärcher is noted as a highly competent engineer commander.
The protagonist’s Golem-syncing tactical training originated from Grandfather and Niko.
Amber, the material used in the drone attack, behaves like a mana-charged resin battery.
The protagonist’s injury resulted from a blunt weapon being used with lethal force against the abdomen.
The Elf Mage Chulpan previously treated the protagonist at a base called Linto.
The Amazoness tribe has a standing practice of paying ransom for their dead companions.
The protagonist is considered a “piece of trash” by Pamela, despite their recent contributions.
The protagonist is currently unaware of the specific false charges being brought against them.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Kenze – An exceptionally powerful, muscular Tashkurgan Amazoness, Denis is a short-haired, niqab-wearing slave guard with a Slave Crest branded on her forehead. A blunt, foul-mouthed former intelligence operative and deputy general, she serves as a stoic companion to the protagonist and her acquaintance Larry, whom she protects on an expedition to raise her offspring. She practices the Dragon God faith, speaks Turkic, uses a dagger and bow, and has a masochistic attraction to pain. She shares a bed with Pamela, deeply dislikes Southern Continent Amazonesses, and currently nurses her newborn, Zaboo, while keeping her other children in urns.
• Tura – Nineteen but physically resembling a five-year-old, this dramatic, highly emotional Elf Mage from a mining family is a Royal Magic Academy research student. Passionate about Earnest’s flying devices, she serves as his field assistant and attendant alongside Katarina, operating fixed-wing drones. Escorted to safety with Katrina, she is deeply impacted by others’ sacrifices for her protection.
• Anna – A thin, nervous-looking First Class Private and Vice-Commander of the 307th Battalion. She serves as Larry’s attendant and a certified Medic, carrying a double-edged sword at her hip. As a coachman for the military escort unit, she handles travel logistics. Despite a stern, serious demeanor and discomfort with travel, she maintains a strict sense of duty while serving and transporting the group.
• Katarina – A 29-year-old human Chief Researcher at the Royal Magic Academy and lead student in its lab. Diligent and nearing her thirties, she is an acquaintance of Larry who serves as Earnest’s attendant, manages the protagonist’s needs, handles rosters, and assists in operations. Escorted to safety during a skirmish, she faces expulsion after being used by Pauman. She is fascinated by drone piloting.
• Tatyana – A 31-year-old human female and Assistant Professor at the Royal Magic Academy. She is a divorced mother of two who hails from the territorial capital of Viscount Bizan. A soldier serving in the military who seems to hold respect for the older veteran grannies. An assistant professor from the Golem Laboratory. She has a playful demeanor and prior experience in the Golems Battalion. An assistant professor from the second-floor laboratory who is a former member of the Golems Battalion. An assistant professor mentioned as one of the protagonist’s associates. An assistant who synchronizes with Golems during the combat. An assistant professor who accompanies the students and remains composed during the crisis.
• Pamela – An arrogant, petite Elven Mage of unknown age who hides her ears and slave crest beneath white Gothic Lolita fashion. Formerly Henrietta’s slave, she now acts as the protagonist’s primary wife, intimate partner, and loyal companion alongside Kenze and Larry. A sharp-tongued Arsenal Bureau resident and academy student, she serves as the caravan’s interpreter, logistician, and basic healer.
• Rosa – A cynical 14-year-old Sabaski academy student who resembles a Dwarf. This headset-wearing, “boku-girl” drone pilot and motor tech genius caught the Magic Armored Division’s eye. A fisherman’s daughter struggling under a “hag” with the harsh realities of war, she utilized a fixed-wing drone in combat, earning her a personal audience with the King, yet remains a subordinate coping with wartime.
• Commander – A man leading the mercenary press-gang at the south gate.
• Mana – A non-commissioned officer and liaison who previously had their mana drained by Larry.
• Larry – A 14-year-old Japanese reincarnated protagonist and cynical, debt-ridden Royal Magic Academy associate professor from Strock Village. This abrasive, genius dueling champion designs coilguns, drones, and mana machinery. Recovering from an ambush, he was imprisoned but granted immunity. Now leading a caravan to a new land, he is married to Marie (Getys family), expecting ennoblement, and resembles infant Griselda.
• Friedrich – A composed noble who values professional protocol, this Major commands the infantry engineers and serves on the tribunal panel. Credited with anticipating battlefield needs and constructing effective barricades, he maintains a strictly structured relationship with others, prioritizing military protocol and duty over personal ties in both his engineering and judicial roles.
• Major – A commanding military officer with a sadistic inclination toward interrogation. She orchestrates the sessions and utilizes Telepathy to coordinate with her subordinates.
• 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.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• 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.
• Niko – An elderly, dignified former slave, he is a loyal bondservant to the protagonist and the Getys household, helping raise her child alone. As the family’s oldest male servant, he drives carriages and manages groundskeeping, preferring the stable loft. His deep knowledge of the local landscape and the sugar beet business allows him to aid their estate transition with quiet wisdom and steadfast service.
• Bours – Tall, scarred, 46-year-old human yeoman Sullen Bours wears a faded Royal Army uniform. A retired Western Front captain, Royal Military Academy alumnus under Duke Gerhard, and Vod Fortress mentor, he manages orchards, sits on the Elders’ Council, and heads the 303rd Militia. Married to Sheeta-san with a conscripted son, he saved Larry and Rudy, and taught the protagonist to make combat sandals.
• Chulpan – An elf mage and medical specialist with short ears, she wears a white lab coat under a mantle. Previously at Linto’s clinic, Ferris’s junior disciple now handles triage, medical treatment, and post-injury recovery instruction at a Royal Army transit station in Baron Ahrens’ territory. With clinical politeness, she introduced Larry to officers and heals via experimental telepathy.
• Corporal – A combat engineer with shattered legs and ribs who admires Captain Bours.
• Heinz – A broad, square, and robust Corporal in the Army’s Central Division 307th Battalion with shaggy hair and a dense beard. Serving as a diligent escort and guard for Earnest, he is highly attentive to his superior’s needs. He also works in the security unit, where he assists the protagonist by building a lean-to shelter.
• Nikaure – A pale, noble Amazoness royalty member and tribe ambassador who wears a blue gemstone on her forehead.
• Nika – A fourteen-year-old personal maid to Teressa. Freckled, has wavy bronze hair, flat chest, and prone to mocking Larry. Lady’s maid and cousin to Terese. Educated free person with a prickly personality. Terese’s lady’s maid and cousin. Known for being sharp-tongued toward Larry.
• Larry Fee Getys – Larry Fee Getys is a Strock Village youth and military researcher dealing with mobilization and personal dilemmas. Born to a Bizan noble family of rugged warriors—including Hardy, Denis, and Teressa—he was raised by aunts Alisa and Monica. Court officials used his academy-recognized lineage to clear him of guilt. He inherits a rugged warrior appearance, holds forest lands, and leads his village.
• Getys – Larry Fee Getys is a Strock Village youth and military researcher dealing with mobilization and personal dilemmas. Born to the Bizan noble family Getys of rugged warriors—including father Hardy, brother Denis, and sister Teressa—he was raised by aunts Alisa and Monica. Court officials used his academy-recognized lineage to clear him of guilt. He inherits a rugged warrior appearance, holds forest lands, and leads his village.
• 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.
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