Volume 3 Chapter 12 Military Law Tribunal
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
If I was not careful, I was going to lose my head.
I was crammed into a prisoner carriage with a group of men bound for a military tribunal, my wrists and ankles tied tight. The wound the Amazoness had carved into my abdomen still throbbed with a dull ache, though the army’s medical mage had at least done enough to keep me from screaming. The real problem was the carriage itself. Every jolt and rattle sent fresh pain through my stomach.
”So, you caught the eye of a superior officer, did you?” the middle-aged man beside me grunted. “Getting framed for running from the front? Poor bastard.”
My question had barely left my mouth before he answered with casual cynicism.
But he had it wrong.
I had moved because those old hags ordered me to. That was not desertion. I had gone out to fight for the army, for crying out loud. Maybe I would get reprimanded, but a court-martial?
Wait.
Was this because I had drained the mana from that insufferable non-commissioned officer who was supposed to serve as our liaison with headquarters? I had not exactly had a choice at the time, but that seemed far more likely.
”Hold on,” I muttered. “If it’s desertion, wouldn’t they lop your head off on the spot?”
”Well, unless it’s something extreme, there aren’t many idiots who just run,” the man replied. “Most are like that kid over there. They hide in the grass clutching their stomachs and claim they’re sick.”
He jerked his chin toward a young man sitting across from us. The boy’s face was so pale he looked ready to collapse.
The classic school-skipping routine.
”But wouldn’t a mage be able to read your mind and find out?”
The man stared at me.
”What kind of pampered little noble are you? You think they’re going to waste a mage on people like us?”
Oh.
That made sense.
”Unless you’ve got money to pay for it,” he added. “But a foot soldier? Not happening.”
”Then how do they decide?”
”The tribunal’s headed by a judge,” he said in the same tone one might use to explain the world to a toddler. “Depends entirely on his mood.”
”Seriously? What about him?” I pointed at the pale youth.
”Pretty much guaranteed to lose his head.”
The boy let out a pathetic little whimper.
”Hey, leave the kid alone,” said a bald middle-aged man sitting beside him. “Listen, kid. There’s a labor shortage in the mines over in Straba Province. Usually it’s five years of hard labor, then they let you go.”
He was genuinely trying to comfort him.
”But five years in the mines?” I asked. “That’s basically a death sentence.”
A chill crawled up my spine as I remembered my own trial. When I had beaten up a group of noble brats, the King had not ordered my execution. Instead, he had tried to send me to those same mines for five years. Even the Fourth Sage, another reincarnated person, had thought two years in the mines would be a wonderful way to “build stamina.”
Just remembering it made my stomach knot.
This world really was terrifying.
”Still, there’s a chance you’ll come back alive,” the bald man insisted.
He actually seemed like a decent guy.
”What about you?” I asked. “What did you do?”
”Same thing as him.”
He pointed at the man beside me.
”Don’t lump me in with you,” my neighbor snapped. “You went after a village girl. I went after a merchant’s wife from the other side.”
”Rape is rape,” I muttered.
The two immediately started arguing over who was worse.
As I listened, I learned that a massive shadow economy followed the army wherever it went. Weapons merchants, tailors, bootleggers, fences for stolen goods—an entire traveling marketplace moved alongside the war. My neighbor had raped the widow of a merchant attached to the enemy army. According to Royal Army regulations, even women from enemy nations were protected unless they had been formally declared slaves. The bald man, meanwhile, had found a young girl in a house abandoned during a retreat and simply taken what he wanted.
”Come on,” the bald man protested. “You know how it is. You’re in the middle of a battle, your blood’s pumping, and you need a woman.”
They defended themselves with alarming enthusiasm.
At the same time, I could not help wondering whether dragging your own country’s civilians into it was even worse.
As the journey continued, I heard story after story. Most involved petty theft or skimming money from merchants. One miserable-looking man had been arrested for stealing bread from a supply wagon because he was starving.
Eventually the carriage rattled through the gates of Baron Wilson’s territorial capital.
The tribunal was being held in a public square just inside the entrance. Lieutenant Colonel Onhart von Lothringen sat at the center table, presiding over the proceedings. To his right sat Major Friedrich von Karcher, commander of the engineers, while a stiff-looking clerk occupied the seat on his left.
The first defendant was the boy who had been hiding in the grass.
The clerk served as prosecutor, reading out the charges, while the Major acted as an almost comically passive defense counsel. After a brief consultation with his associates, Onhart rendered the final verdict.
It was a show trial from start to finish.
A public spectacle meant to frighten everyone watching.
The boy, like many others, was sentenced to the mines. The two middle-aged men received death sentences.
The executions took place immediately beside the tribunal.
In a world without widespread entertainment, death itself became a spectacle. The crowd pressed against the barriers, watching with bated breath as living men became corpses.
Then my turn came.
I was dragged forward and seated at the defendant’s chair—or perhaps it was supposed to be a witness stand.
”Identity confirmed. Larry Fee Getys of Strock Village, Viscounty of Bizan. Correct?” the clerk asked.
”Yes.”
”You are charged with exceeding your authority on the battlefield.”
The old hags.
I knew helping them would come back to bite me.
”Evidence,” the clerk said, sliding a parchment toward the Lieutenant Colonel.
It was the contract regarding the Amazoness prisoner.
”Is this your signature?”
I squinted from where I sat, and a scribe carried the document over for inspection.
Yes.
It was mine.
”It is.”
The Lieutenant Colonel exchanged hurried whispers with the others.
Then he looked at me.
”Larry, you’ve just admitted to the charge. Do you understand that you have effectively accepted a death sentence?”
”What?”
”Ahem.”
The clerk fixed me with a glare.
”Negotiations with enemy nations are restricted to commissioned officers. Negotiating ransom payments and accepting silver coins fall under officer-level authority. You are not a commissioned officer. You are not even a regular soldier. You are a non-commissioned officer. Signing this document constitutes a serious overreach of authority, and under Military Law, battlefield overreach is punishable by death.”
He recited it as smoothly as though he had practiced the speech a hundred times.
I was going to die?
Just like that?
The square fell silent, so silent that even the birds seemed to stop singing, while the Lieutenant Colonel lowered his gaze and the Major suddenly found the sky fascinating.
No.
No, no, no.
I am not dying here.
Should I run?
The ropes would be easy to break.
But the soldiers with spears were already moving closer.
Think.
I have to think.
”Wait!” I shouted. “I… I’m an Audience!”
It sounded pathetic even to my own ears.
Still, I was desperate.
If I held Audience status, they could not simply execute me. I was supposed to be sent to the Royal Capital and formally tried before the King.
The Major and Lieutenant Colonel turned toward the clerk.
The clerk turned toward the scribe.
The scribe immediately began digging through a stack of records, flipping pages so quickly his hands trembled.
”When were you granted Audience status?” the clerk demanded.
”About a year ago. During the battle at Vod Fortress.”
The scribe froze.
His fingers rested on a particular page.
Without a word, he pushed the document toward the center of the table.
The three men leaned in, read it, and promptly suspended the trial.
Thank God.
At least I would not be following those rapists to the grave.
Unfortunately, the moment the tension left my body, the pain in my abdomen came roaring back.
A local medical mage treated me before I was bundled into yet another carriage and sent toward the Royal Capital.
”You will await trial here,” I was told.
The building turned out to be the same one where I had faced my previous trial, though this room was different.
It had a proper bed, a desk, and enough room to move around.
It also had no windows.
The only opening was a narrow ventilation slit near the ceiling.
”Can I send letters?” I asked a guard.
”You can send them,” he replied, “but you cannot receive any. No visitors, either. Information from outside is strictly prohibited.”
And that was that.
I was locked inside.
Even using the toilet meant enduring the watchful eye of an observation window.
There was no one to talk to and nothing to read. The room remained illuminated by a glowing magic-iron lamp at all hours, forcing me to estimate the passage of time from my meal schedule alone.
The days blurred together.
The lack of information was torture.
To stay sane, I began writing letters. One to my sister-in-law in Strock Village. One to Marie. One to Nico. One to the laboratory. I even wrote to those old hags.
I wanted replies desperately.
I knew none would come.
As for the trial, who knew when it would begin?
Every so often, fear crept back into the room, cold and sharp, settling beside me like an unwelcome companion.
Eventually I lost the will to do much of anything.
I spent my days lying in bed and eating whatever meals were brought to me.
The guards allowed requests for necessary supplies when meals were delivered.
One day, acting on a whim, I asked for large sheets of parchment suitable for drafting blueprints and a bottle of magic ink.
If no information was going to reach me, then I would create my own distractions.
When the supplies arrived, I began sketching a ship propulsion system based on the mana-ion craft phenomenon1—a pump with no moving parts. Once I finished that, I designed an iron ship that could be driven by it. Then came an alternator for generating mana-electricity, followed by a steam turbine to power the alternator. One idea led to another, and before long I was filling page after page with whatever came to mind.
The work gave me something to focus on. The loneliness faded whenever I buried myself in a design, and little by little I became completely absorbed.
”Larry Fee Getys, step out.”
The guard’s voice cut through my concentration.
I had not bothered counting the days, but apparently the wait was over.
A prison guard entered the room and bound my wrists.
”Will I ever come back here?” I asked.
My own voice sounded strangely hollow.
The guard did not answer.
”In that case, could you deliver this to the Magic Laboratory at the Magic Academy?”
I handed over the completed blueprints.
”Understood,” he replied. “It shall be done.”
Escorted from the room, I walked down a long corridor and entered the same courtroom where I had stood trial before.
His Majesty sat upon the raised platform surrounded by assembled nobles. Among them were a duke I had met once, Lieutenant Colonel Helbert, the Fourth Sage, and Major Sonya, now commander of the Magic Armored Division.
But the moment I entered, something felt wrong.
Bound in the defendant’s seats were Lieutenant Colonel Onhart von Lothringen, supreme commander of the theater; Major Thomas Gotch, commander of the cavalry; Captain Robert von Sigmund from intelligence; and Second Lieutenant Sarah Muller, commander of the Magic Corps.
For a moment I simply stared.
Onhart was the duke’s eldest son and heir. Robert was Lieutenant Colonel Helbert’s son. Sarah had served under Major Sonya ever since the Golems Battalion days.
Yet there they sat in chains like defeated criminals.
The room itself felt wrong as well.
Last time the domed courtroom had been packed with spectators, but now the vast chamber was nearly empty. Aside from a handful of prison guards, two mages who had probably handled the interrogations, and the officials on the platform, hardly anyone was present.
As I looked around, I was directed to a seat beside Sarah in the back row.
”We will now begin the high-level Military Law tribunal regarding the Fifty-Third Fatherland Defense War,” Lieutenant Colonel Helbert declared in a cold, procedural voice.
They started with me.
The charges were exactly the same as before. Handing prisoners over to the Amazoness and negotiating on my own authority constituted an unauthorized exercise of military power.
If things continued like this, I was finished.
I braced myself for an immediate sentence, but instead the proceedings moved on to Sarah.
”The Second Lieutenant failed to assign a supervisor to the five reservists, allowing them to operate independently. This resulted in involvement with the Magic Academy unit, engagement with the Amazoness cavalry, and ultimately the loss of Eleonore Hohenstaufen, former vice-captain of the Golems Battalion.”
So that granny had been a former vice-captain.
Still, were they really putting Sarah in chains over that?
”However,” Helbert continued, “during this campaign the Magic Armored Division’s First Company annihilated approximately four thousand enemy soldiers along the Danube River, countered the ambush at Nadidas Hill, and played a major role in the recapture of occupied Schiltheim. His Majesty fully recognizes that they were central to this victory.”
”I am unworthy of such praise,” Sarah replied formally.
”Perhaps. But what if the Magic Academy unit had been lost? What if Associate Professor Larry’s technology had not been present? Responsibility would not have rested with the Second Lieutenant alone.”
”I have no words in response, sir.”
A tiny spark of hope appeared.
If they valued my technology that highly, maybe the death penalty was not guaranteed after all.
Notably, Sarah received no sentence.
After that, attention shifted to Captain Robert.
The questioning focused on why the intelligence division had failed to discover the Amazoness’s presence among the enemy beforehand. More troubling still, intelligence had no explanation for how the Empire of Charle had managed to establish a relationship strong enough to hire the Amazoness as mercenaries—something most people considered impossible.
Even Lieutenant Colonel Helbert looked openly dissatisfied with his son’s answers.
Major Gotch fared even worse.
”First, during the engagement before the hill, you left the unit’s right flank exposed and fell for a feigned retreat,” Helbert said sharply. “Had the actions of others not compensated for your mistake, your forces would have been routed. Furthermore, cavalry personnel committed rape and theft during the subsequent operations. Reconnaissance was neglected, and during the final battle in Alsace Province, your forces suffered severe losses due to an ambush.”
The criticism was relentless.
Particularly harsh was the condemnation of the repeated rapes and thefts committed under his command. His failure to maintain discipline seemed to weigh heavily against him.
Finally, attention turned to Lieutenant Colonel Onhart.
As supreme commander, he was criticized for the collapse of military discipline throughout the theater, including among the cavalry and our own forces. He was also reprimanded for confusion within the chain of command.
The war had ended in victory, but according to the tribunal, it had been a victory balanced on the edge of disaster and saved only through a series of fortunate breaks.
Particular emphasis was placed on the early elimination of the enemy commander, Geklan.
Apparently he had once led a mercenary company and was widely regarded as a military genius.
That surprised me.
I had not realized someone that impressive had been on the other side.
Then again, it turned out that the person directing the feigned retreat through the fixed-wing drone equipped with a radio had been Geklan himself. Rosa, who had piloted the aircraft, was personally praised by His Majesty, rewarded, and even granted an Audience.
I was the one who had given the order, though.
Eventually the verdicts arrived.
”Major Thomas Gotch and Larry Fee Getys are hereby sentenced to death.”
For a moment I thought I had misheard.
After everything I’d heard, I had already started believing I was safe.
My stomach dropped.
So this was how I ended up dying.
”Lieutenant Colonel Onhart von Lothringen, Captain Robert von Sigmund, and Second Lieutenant Sarah Muller are each demoted two ranks.”
Ah.
So this really was the end.
Even if I somehow tried to escape, there was no chance of success with Major Sonya and Sarah present.
Then Lieutenant Colonel Helbert cleared his throat dramatically.
”However, there is no denying that each of you contributed significantly to our victory. Punishment alone cannot be called proper reward and punishment. Therefore, His Majesty has a proposal.”
A proposal?
Was there actually a way out of this?
”Your Majesty, if you please.”
At the prompting of the stout middle-aged noble, the King rose from his ornate chair.
”Those who have rendered great service to our nation. Though you currently stand before us in chains under military law, that was never my true intention. Rewards have already been prepared. However, rewards cannot simply be handed over without condition. Therefore, I have a proposal.”
He paused.
Personally, I wanted to tell him that I did not need any reward whatsoever and would be perfectly happy if everyone simply forgot both the proposal and the death sentence.
Unfortunately—
”We would gladly accept.”
The officers answered in perfect unison.
I blinked.
They had accepted without even hearing what the proposal was.
Was that normal?
”Hm? Larry, would you prefer the death sentence?” His Majesty asked pleasantly.
Apparently I was the only one who had not answered.
”I-I would gladly accept,” I stammered.
”Very good. Then I shall explain.”
Please do not let this be something ridiculous.
”You are to travel to the First Capital of the Empire of Rus and kidnap a hostage. I do not care who.”
”Yes, Your Majesty.”
The officers answered immediately.
I stared at them.
Was this a military operation or a gang war?
”And Larry?”
”Y-Yes, Your Majesty.”
I managed to answer, though only barely.
Was this really acceptable?
”That is all.”
His Majesty sat back down looking thoroughly satisfied.
With that, the tribunal concluded.
Our restraints were removed, and we were escorted downstairs to a conference room.
”Yo, Larry. Glad you didn’t end up dying.”
Lieutenant Colonel Helbert entered shortly afterward and greeted me casually.
I was not sure how to respond to that.
If I had not remembered my Audience status back in Baron Wilson’s territory, I would have been executed on the spot. Even today I had received a death sentence before the King changed course.
It was difficult to laugh it off.
We entered the room and took seats around a round table, carefully avoiding the places of honor. The middle-aged man who casually occupied the last remaining seat suddenly adopted a serious expression.
”We will now begin the strategic planning meeting for the Empire of Rus hostage-abduction operation.”
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Summary:
Larry is arrested and sent to a public military tribunal for “exceeding authority” on the battlefield. After witnessing the summary execution of fellow prisoners, he narrowly escapes the same fate by asserting his status as an Audience. He is then transported to a high-security holding facility in the Royal Capital, where he faces an uncertain and isolated future.
The protagonist, Larry, is brought before a high-level military tribunal despite his recent contributions to the war effort. Alongside several high-ranking officers, he faces a death sentence for his actions regarding prisoner transfer. However, the King offers a reprieve in the form of a high-stakes, dangerous abduction mission into enemy territory. The story leaves off as the group, now reprieved from execution, begins planning this new operation.
The protagonist, Larry, is brought before a high-level military tribunal despite his recent contributions to the war effort. Alongside several high-ranking officers, he faces a death sentence for his actions regarding prisoner transfer. However, the King offers a reprieve in the form of a high-stakes, dangerous abduction mission into enemy territory. The story leaves off as the group, now reprieved from execution, begins planning this new operation.
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Trivia:
The military relies on a shadow economy of merchants that follow the army.
The tribunal is intentionally held in public to serve as an act of intimidation against the soldiers and populace.
Audience status is a rare legal protection that requires royal-level intervention, preventing immediate execution.
Prisoner transport often involves carriages that are physically punishing to the wounded.
The protagonist is an Associate Professor who provides technical expertise to the military.
The King appears to be manipulating the tribunal’s outcome to force the protagonists into a black-ops mission.
Geklan, the enemy general killed in the battle, was a highly respected mercenary commander.
The protagonist was the one who gave the order for the drone operation that led to Rosa’s success.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Fourth Sage – An enigmatic and cunning figure also known as the Fourth Sage. This mysterious entity actively seeks advice from Larry while simultaneously insisting on Larry’s crucial participation in the upcoming New Continent mission.
• Fourth – An enigmatic and cunning figure also known as the Fourth Sage. This mysterious entity actively seeks advice from Larry while simultaneously insisting on Larry’s crucial participation in the upcoming New Continent mission.
• Sage – An elderly instructor and mentor who acts as a schemer behind the scenes. He is responsible for recommending Larry for various academic and safety-related positions.
• Wilson – A baron who held territory where a prior military tribunal occurred.
• 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.
• Onhart – A tall, stern Lieutenant Colonel and Duke’s heir who commands units, oversees tactical operations, and coordinates with Schuberitz. To protect his identity, he acts as Roberto de Calimen, a caravan leader, carriage manager, and acting father figure to the protagonist. He serves as a formal, authoritative judge and primary interrogator, though under extreme stress he becomes visibly rattled and twitchy.
• 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.
• 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.
• Bizan – The Bizan family name, held by the Viscount. He is the lord of the territory and owner of the castle built within the Danube River.
• Getys – Larry Fee Getys 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.
• Larry – A 14-year-old Japanese reincarnated soldier and cynical, abrasive academy professor from Strock Village who resembles infant Griselda. This genius dueling champion designs drones, coilguns, and Golems. Married to Marie (Getys family) and expecting ennoblement, he manages mechanical captivity aspects and follows prisoner sedation orders to complete missions, clear debts, and avoid a death penalty.
• 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.
• Sig – A student and friend of Marie characterized by a casual and uninhibited personality, often seen yawning during academic discussions. Has short brown hair from the Holstein territory. She is blunt, realistic about the nature of war, and failed the entrance exam at the Sabaski Magic School.
• Marie – Larry’s blunt, sharp-tongued partner from Strock Village is a Magic Academy student, lab employee, and postpartum facility manager currently on maternity leave. A hometown peer of the protagonist and Darina, she is Ange’s mother and keeps hair in her pocket as a talisman. Despite being Larry’s partner, she is also the protagonist’s wife, sharing a close, affectionate bond with him from a past love.
• Nico – Met during the journey to the Imperial Capital, Teressa (she/her) is a petite, silver-haired, mana-less Strock Village resident, Harritz’s granddaughter, and cousin to the Marquis’s captive. A practical yet anxious former Bizan worker, she was rescued from the Marquis by Larry, now her romantic partner, sole trauma anchor, and father of her expected child. She relies closely on her confidante, Marie.
• 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.
• His Majesty – The King of the realm possesses an expressionless, Noh mask-like face, rarely showing emotion except for brief amusement during trials. He holds absolute authority over the kingdom, presiding over high-level deliberations, giving the final word on legal transitions like duels, and maintaining supreme command over all military missions and strategic troop deployments.
• Helbert – Lieutenant Colonel Helbert Ougen-Sigmund is a short, older Royal Army intelligence officer with a stout, imposing build. Serving as a supervisor, coachman, and logistics coordinator for the protagonist, this jovial yet manipulative strategist acts as a primary information node and tribunal moderator. Well-loved by subordinates, the former laboratory head is also Robert’s stern, procedural father.
• Sonya – Major Sonya is a petite, muscular, sharp-eared elven Major in the Magic Armored Division, celebrated for her martial accomplishments and past command of the 101st Golem Battalion against the Amazoness. While she formally and cheerfully scouts talented students, she hides a cruel, sadistic “gal” personality, using mind-reading and painful mana injections to toy with and stunt the protagonist.
• Sigmund – A Major in the Royal Army General Staff with full authority over Vod Fortress. He is short, plump, balding, and has a baby face.
• Muller – The Muller family name, carried by Sara. The name is linked to the leadership of the First Company within the Golem Battalion.
• Robert – An intelligence officer fluent in Pannonian and Rus, son of Helbert Ougen-Sigmund. He serves as an amiable intermediary and valet for the caravan leader, though tasked with briefing His Majesty at the Royal Capital. Clad in a short winter dress and wool tights, the captain faces heavy scrutiny over his department’s failures while managing relationships with locals and superiors alike.
• Thomas – Thomas Bauer is a hulking, middle-aged Bizan Major and cavalry commander with a muscle-bound wrestler build, red face, and scalp burns. Carrying a suspended death sentence, this blunt, mocking, and passionate scout favors violent solutions over diplomatic ones. Clad in thick winter gear with a bow and longsword, he guards the caravan rearguard, managing reconnaissance despite his poor discipline.
• Sarah – A heavily pierced Elf Mage and Second Lieutenant who commands the Magic Corps and former Golem Battalion. Identifiable by her facial piercings, pointed ears, and long dark hair, she is a skilled boulderer, pilot, and tactical coordinator of Golems and engineers. Cold, pragmatic, and manipulative, she holds deep contempt for army leadership following disciplinary action under Major Sonya.
• Sara – A woman with numerous gold piercings in her ears, eyebrows, and nose, often wearing thick, aggressive makeup. She serves as the Second Lieutenant and Commander of the First Company.
• Eleonore – Former vice-captain of the Golems Battalion.
• 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.
• Geklan – A defeated enemy general who relied on feigned retreats. A renowned enemy general and mercenary commander who was defeated early in the battle.
• 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.
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