Volume 3 Chapter 14 Mother’s Milk
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After stopping by our home in the Royal Capital and receiving a well-deserved thrashing from Marie, I spent a few precious moments holding my eldest daughter, Ange.
At three months old, she began by fussing in my arms, but once I started rocking her gently, she burst into delighted giggles, her tiny toy-like hands opening wide as though the whole world existed for her amusement.
”You’re her father now,” Marie said sharply. “No more acting like an idiot, or I won’t forgive you.”
She was right.
The tiny hand wrapped around my finger, and I found myself thinking that somewhere along the way, I’d become responsible for protecting this little life.
Darina, who came from the same region as Marie, was living with us now. Since she was studying Medical Magic at the Academy, if anything happened to Ange… well, we should be safe.
At least, I hoped so.
On top of that, Marie’s aunt Isabella had taken to doting on Ange as though she were her own granddaughter. Apparently, she stopped by whenever she came to the Royal Capital’s military headquarters to report on the situation in South Bohemia. With someone like that watching over the household, the bondservants would not dare try anything foolish.
”I should be back by the end of December,” I told them.
I could hardly explain that I was heading into the Empire of Rus, so I gave them only a rough timetable before leaving.
”Ready to go?”
Lieutenant Colonel Helbert called out as I climbed onto the driver’s bench. Despite claiming otherwise, the man had clearly taken the coachman’s seat to keep an eye on me.
”Yes, sir.”
Even so, one concern lingered.
”Just as a hypothetical,” I said, “if we have to take the northern route and we end up reaching the thirteenth month, what happens if the sea and the ports freeze over?”
”Then I am afraid we will be spending the winter there,” Helbert replied matter-of-factly.
”And if that happens, what about the taxes?”
December was tax season.
When my eldest son, Reinhardt, had been born, I had received word that the taxes would somehow be handled. Since then, however, I had acquired the money myself. The last thing I wanted was for everyone back home to suffer because I was stranded somewhere far away.
”Ah, for the house here, the address is local, so that will be handled automatically. The village, however…” Helbert trailed off.
That was not merely a problem.
Between buying the house and covering the damage caused when those students wrecked my fixed-wing drones, I had never managed to send the money. An unpleasant feeling began creeping up the back of my neck.
”Um,” I said carefully, “I lost two fixed-wing drones during the last battle. You’re not planning to bill me for those, are you?”
”Oh, those.” Helbert nodded. “The one with the radio unit was particularly expensive.”
”Right, so charging me for it would be completely unreasonable…”
”You exceeded your authority and went on what was essentially a suicide mission. But you’re you, so fifty million yen for the expensive one shouldn’t be a problem, right?”
”Are you serious?!”
”I’m joking.”
The old man chuckled.
”If the Royal Army started billing soldiers for equipment lost in battle, the whole organization would collapse.”
That old geezer.
For a moment I genuinely wanted to punch him.
Fortunately, I resisted the urge. Getting court-martialed for striking a superior officer would not be funny, and being sent to the mines where I could never see Ange again was even less appealing.
”Colonel, I don’t have time to withdraw the money myself,” I said after calming down. “Could the military loan it to me and send it on my behalf?”
”That is not impossible. How much do you need?”
I did the math.
Between my sister-in-law and Monica, there were two free-born coming-of-age ceremonies to pay for. Alisa was still a minor, so she did not count. Then there were the bondservants: Nico, Yutia, Lili, Sandra, and the newer girls, Rena and Emmy.
”Two coming-of-age ceremonies and six servants.”
”Five million yen, then. It can be done, but the interest rate is ten percent. Does that work for you?”
”So I pay back five million five hundred thousand in a year?”
”Correct. And remember, I would be borrowing it in my own name before forwarding it to you, so make sure you repay it.”
The offer felt suspiciously generous.
Too generous.
Especially coming from this middle-aged man.
”Why go that far?” I asked.
”Because becoming related by blood to a future Count has its advantages.”
”Huh?”
”Let my granddaughter marry you.”
”No, no, no!” I protested. “Why am I getting charged interest and a marriage proposal at the same time?”
I genuinely had no idea how his mind worked.
One moment we were discussing taxes, and the next he was trying to marry off his granddaughter.
”If my granddaughter marries a Count, she will never go hungry,” Helbert said. “And you, even as a noble, will have a difficult time in high society if your wife is only a free-born commoner. I am a Viscount, after all.”
What was this obsession with high society, anyway?
And since when had he been a Viscount?
”But you do not have ‘von’ in your name.”
”That is because I married into the Sigmund Viscounty after being knighted as a Baron. That is why my son is Robert von Sigmund.”
What a mess.
Still, his son really did use ‘von.’
”And this granddaughter of yours…”
”Yes, Robert’s eldest daughter. She is only two, but she is a beauty.”
It sounded exactly like something an overly doting grandfather would say.
At two years old, she was practically the same age as my primary wife, Alisa.
Well, not quite.
Alisa had recently turned three.
Either way, deciding who a child that young would marry felt insane.
”I’ll pass,” I said. “Let’s pretend this conversation never happened. Besides, my sister-in-law wrote when Reinhardt was born that the taxes would somehow be handled.”
”Is that so? Then perhaps an engagement with your eldest son instead?”
Why was he so obsessed with this?
The same man who usually floated through life looking detached from everything was suddenly saying such desperate, grasping things that it left a bad taste in my mouth.
Was becoming a noble really worth tying yourself into knots like this?
And if high society meant being pressured into relationships like these, was it even worth joining in the first place?
If they seriously tried to make me a noble, I might have to consider refusing.
Though I hated the idea of giving up on making my sister-in-law a Countess.
Then again, the whole reward—knighthood included—had only been mentioned by Helbert. The man was not exactly the most reliable source in the world.
If I returned early enough, I could simply deliver the money to Strock Village myself.
Lost in conversation, we reached the harbor before I realized it.
After disembarking and offering our apologies for the delay, we boarded. Before long, the wind began to pick up.
Since we could not safely pass through the Schrogen Gorge, our midpoint, during the night, we decided to dock at the Haar Basin just before the entrance and wait until morning.
The Schrogen Gorge was a notorious bottleneck between Obernbach and Besanburg. Sheer cliffs hemmed it in on both sides, while the river twisted violently through treacherous rock formations. I had never heard of the Haar Basin, but I assumed it was one of the many improvised mooring points scattered along the route.
We departed well behind schedule. As our vessel pulled away from the harbor, I spotted a military transport ship nearby. Most of the figures moving about on deck were women, which gave me the distinct impression it was carrying Second Lieutenant Sarah and her subordinates.
We ate before sunset, and after spending some time on deck enjoying the night air, I returned to the cabin. Under the dim glow of a cheap lamp, I found Kenze topless while Pamela, dressed only in her undergarments, sat pressed close against her.
”What are you two doing?” I asked.
From where I stood, it looked intimate enough, but I wanted to make sure.
”My breasts are engorged,” Kenze replied in her usual clipped manner. “Pamela is helping.”
”It seems her milk came in before the baby started nursing,” Pamela explained. “It’s painful when it builds up.”
That was news to me.
”Do you want to help too?” Kenze asked.
I remembered trying breast milk once before and not being especially impressed by the taste.
”Well, if you insist.”
After the events of the day, I was still feeling restless.
What followed was less passion than curiosity at first. Kenze, usually proud and difficult to read, was surprisingly direct about what she wanted, and the contrast alone was enough to unsettle me. Before long, the mood in the cramped cabin shifted, and the three of us found ourselves tangled together beneath the dim light while the ship drifted steadily through the dark.
By the time exhaustion finally caught up with us, the cabin had gone quiet save for the creaking of timber and the distant rush of water outside.
I awoke to the sound of small waves tapping against the hull.
The ship lay at anchor.
Beyond the water, I could hear muffled voices carrying through the wooden walls.
”Looks like the master was keeping you two busy last night.”
The widow who brought our breakfast whispered the remark to Pamela the next morning. Apparently, on a ship this size, privacy was more wishful thinking than reality.
The Schrogen Gorge itself curved so sharply that ships were forced to navigate nearly five kilometers against the wind. To make progress, the crew repeatedly tacked back and forth, edging dangerously close to rocky shoals before using poles to pivot the vessel and reset the sails. Advancing through the gorge took many times longer than it would have with a favorable wind.
By early afternoon, after we had finally cleared the bottleneck, Kenze’s child emerged from the urn.
It was not that the infant crawled out on its own. Rather, the shell cracked open, and Kenze carefully helped the child emerge.
The newborn was washed in warm water and wrapped in blankets before being placed in Kenze’s arms.
”Even though you were full term, you were still carrying on like that last night?” the stoic captain asked me, sounding genuinely baffled.
I pointed at Pamela and played dumb.
”What is the child’s name?” the widow asked.
”Zaboo,” Kenze answered immediately.
”Zaboo? What does that mean?”
”In my homeland, it is the name of the strongest person.”
”My, stepping over your husband already? Is it someone you admire back home?”
”Yes.”
That was the first time I had heard her mention it.
Come to think of it, Kenze came from the central regions of the Central Continent. I had no idea how far away that actually was, but now that we were heading toward Rus, perhaps we were finally drawing closer.
Watching her hold the child, another thought occurred to me.
The child had emerged. The naming tradition pointed toward a future beyond this journey. For the first time, I found myself wondering whether there would come a day when Kenze simply left.
The possibility sat uneasily with me.
There was no magical power in this world that guaranteed loyalty or prevented someone from walking away. Plenty of uglier methods existed—collars, drugs, and worse—but I had never used them.
Kenze had once tried to kill me.
Later, she had saved my life at the defense line.
We had fought side by side during the Haritz Rebellion.
Somewhere along the way, I had grown far too used to having her around.
When the ship finally reached the Old City port of Obernbach, we transferred to a carriage bound for the military facility on the opposite bank. The vessel carrying Second Lieutenant Sarah and her team docked directly at the military pier, and Lieutenant Colonel Onhart’s group had already begun making preparations.
We unloaded the fixed-wing drone and its maintenance equipment from our carriage and transferred everything to the wagon designated for the operation.
The new carriage had clearly been built by professionals.
It was a two-horse transport model fitted with concealed bearings for faster long-distance travel. The axles were covered so the modification could not be spotted at a glance. Between the roof and the outer shell was a hidden compartment large enough to conceal the drone, accessible by climbing onto the roof itself. Spare parts, maintenance tools, and the pump circuits were hidden beneath the floorboards, while the cabin seats could be folded out into sleeping space sufficient for four people.
The cargo wagon had received just as much attention. Although it appeared to be loaded with barrels of salt, several of those barrels contained false bottoms. Feed for the horses, wheat flour, drinking water, and other supplies were distributed throughout the load with the sort of meticulous preparation only the military could manage.
The carriage carrying the Golems was even more cleverly designed.
The machines were folded into a concealed space beneath the cargo floor. Although the center of the wagon sat slightly higher than normal, the arrangement of the baggage disguised the difference. A hatch between the axles allowed the Golems to be deployed when needed.
Lieutenant Colonel Onhart and his team rode in the lead carriage, which was nearly identical to ours.
As for the members of our group:
Lieutenant Colonel Onhart played the role of caravan master, while I posed as his son. We wore layered silk clothing beneath long fur coats, winter hats, and leather shoes—the very image of wealthy Venotian merchants.
I traveled under the name Luigi de Calimen, while Onhart became Roberto de Calimen.
Roberto’s widow, Katrina Hein—the mage who commanded the Golem maintenance team—used the name Rita. As the master’s wife, she wore practical wool clothing rather than the more revealing dresses favored by aristocratic fashion.
Kenze played the role of Roberto’s mistress, Denis.
She wore a black Turku-style dress and a niqab that concealed everything except her eyes. Anyone seeing her would assume she was a devout follower of the Scripture Church.
In reality, she was an Amazoness who worshipped the Dragon God.
Honestly, the entire arrangement was so complicated that I was bound to mix something up.
To be safe, I tucked several cheat sheets into my tights.
As for Major Thomas and Sarah, we were apparently keeping their names.
”Looks like I’m allowed to drop the titles,” I remarked.
”Understood, sir,” Major Thomas replied immediately, his tone as stiff and professional as ever. “We shall proceed accordingly.”
The two of them were dressed in thick trousers and collared winter clothing layered beneath long coats. Bows and longswords hung across their backs, while quivers rested at their hips. Judging by the look they were going for, they seemed to be modeling themselves after Cossacks1.
Meanwhile, Captain Robert from Intelligence—currently serving as my valet—was wearing a short winter dress paired with wool tights. According to him, this was how a Venotian merchant’s attendant was supposed to dress.
I had my doubts.
The Golem maintenance crew had it even stranger.
They were all dressed as maids.
For some reason, the outfits were styled after fashions from the Empire of Charle rather than anything found in Rus or the Turkic regions. Set them down in the middle of an Akihabara maid café, and nobody would have questioned it.
Honestly, nobody looked like they belonged to the same caravan.
Then there was the one person who never seemed bothered by any of it.
Pamela.
Dressed in a white Gothic Lolita outfit, she carried herself with enough confidence that it somehow looked natural. As the caravan’s interpreter and mage, she had apparently been designated my Primary Wife at some point during the planning process.
The intelligence personnel responsible for the disguises had carefully instructed everyone on how to wear their assigned clothing properly, but the awkwardness refused to go away.
If I had been a checkpoint official, I would have taken one look at this suspicious group and ordered every last one of us stripped down while I searched the wagons from top to bottom.
Unfortunately, time was not on our side.
So we ignored all the glaring warning signs, loaded the carriages onto the ship, and departed from the military pier.
The following morning, we arrived in Buda, capital of the Pannonia Kingdom.
Viewed from the Danube, the stone Viscount’s Palace and city hall looked immaculate. The moment we stepped ashore, however, the scars left behind by the refugee crisis became impossible to miss.
The city walls had been repaired, but the people still carried the look of those who had lost too much.
We collected our travel documents from the intelligence officer stationed there and wasted no time leaving the city behind.
Once we cleared the outskirts, the endless steppe opened before us.
Flat grasslands stretched all the way to the horizon, and we spent the remainder of the day guiding the carriage eastward along the main road.
It had been two days since we left the Royal Capital.
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As I wrote last time, the Pannonia Kingdom is roughly where Hungary is located. It is the western edge of the Eurasian Steppe.
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Summary:
The protagonist visits home, reconnecting briefly with his daughter Ange before departing for a port journey. He engages in a tense, transactional conversation with Lieutenant Colonel Helbert regarding taxes, drones, and questionable marriage arrangements for his children. The chapter concludes with his arrival at Besanburg and a brief, emotionally loaded reunion with his bondservant Niko.
The group pauses their journey at the Haar Basin due to the dangerous Schrogen Gorge, where the protagonist engages in intimate encounters with Kenze and Pamela while discussing the impending birth of Kenze’s child. Following the birth of the infant named Zaboo, the party proceeds to Obernbach. They transition into a complex, high-stakes military infiltration disguised as Venotian merchants using specialized, modified carriages to smuggle equipment and Golems.
The protagonist arrives in the Pannonia Kingdom after a tense departure from the Royal Capital. The caravan members struggle to maintain their disguises, feeling out of place with their inconsistent costumes. They quickly pass through the capital, Buda, and head east into the vast Eurasian steppe. The party remains on edge as they traverse the war-torn landscape.
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Trivia:
The protagonist has not yet sent funds to Strock Village due to expenses from drone repairs.
The Lieutenant Colonel, Helbert, holds the rank of Viscount and married into the Sigmund Viscounty.
Kenze is transporting a creature that appears to be transitioning through a pupal stage.
The protagonist’s sister-in-law and Alisa have specific, yet different, tax and social standing roles within his life.
The protagonist previously had a similar intimate encounter with his sister-in-law.
Kenze is an Amazoness, which explains why Mana Control has less effect on her compared to mages.
The “Venotian merchant” disguise involves heavy layering of silk and fur for cold resistance.
The military transports have high-level engineering, including hidden compartments for drones and Golems.
The protagonist keeps cheat sheets in their tights to remember the complex settings of their companions.
Major Thomas and Second Lieutenant Sarah are modeled after Cossacks.
The intelligence team was responsible for the wardrobe coordination and training.
The Golem maintenance crew’s maid outfits are styled after the Empire of Charle.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• 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.
• Ange – Angelica Novakova is the three-month-old eldest daughter of Marie and the protagonist, Larry. Formally an infant showing signs of early development, she is also described as a toddler.
• 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.
• Darina – A city-polished 13-year-old Barsheni native and Academy Medical Magic student, this woman shares a home village with Marie and the protagonist, a childhood acquaintance. She is Marie’s devoted maid and housemate, helping care for her and the infant. She has strong Complex-type mana, is in a relationship with Professor Karl, and coordinates with faculty while gathering spider silk for the Capital.
• Isabella – Towering and muscular in a jet-black and gold Royal Army uniform, Marie’s scarred aunt is a masterful spear-fighting Second Lieutenant. As the former leader of the region-annexing Weasels of Bohemia mercenary band, this noble VIP uses her status to personally escort her niece to the Magic Academy, while warmly treating Marie’s companion, Ange, like her own granddaughter.
• 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.
• Reinhardt – The eldest son of the protagonist.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Monica – Sun-tanned and slender with a missing front tooth, this dark-skinned, tomboyish 15-year-old is a free-born acquaintance of the protagonist’s sister-in-law. She lives in Larry’s Strock Village as his strong-willed wife, mother of twins (including Alisa), and wet-nurse to her niece Maria. Haunted by losing her first husband at Vod Fortress, she rules her house with direct, bitter authority.
• Sandra – The tallest Getys maid, this muscular, voluptuous bondservant of the protagonist has shoulder-length bronze hair. Forced into debt-slavery at 14, she is wild-tempered, ironical, and rebellious until subdued by Mana. Now part of Larry’s inner circle, she helps plan the household’s agriculture.
• Alisa – The primary wife of Larry (the protagonist), currently a shy three-year-old girl chosen to continue the Getys House lineage. The daughter of the previous family head and niece of a rock salt merchant, she is deeply fearful of strangers and habitually hides behind her mother’s legs when greeted.
• Yutia – A slender, quietly observant bondservant to the protagonist in the Getys household, she has fever-scarred skin and distorted muscle tension. Tending livestock—especially her beloved horse Carpaccio—she stays emotionally distant and intimidated by Hans. Despite her isolation, she shares a deep bond with Larry, gifting him a hair charm and recently sharing her first intimate, mana-based treatment.
• Emmy – Emmy is an innocent ten-year-old maid and rookie bondservant to the protagonist in the Getys House. Though aware of her difficult situation, she remains hopeful. She looks up to Larry, viewing him as a kind figure.
• Lili – An older, slightly plump maid with exceptionally large breasts, she serves as a quiet bondservant to the protagonist and the Getys household, handling most of the housework. She joins the family in inspecting new land and accompanies Monica to see the narrator off at Obernbach Station, maintaining close, supportive relationships with those she serves.
• 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.
• Rena – Rena is a 12-year-old rookie bondservant of the protagonist. A maid with short bronze hair and matching eyes, she maintains a cheerful demeanor despite a somber past marked by the loss of her family and experiencing violation. She is Emmy’s older sister.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• Besanburg – A character met by the protagonist during the journey to the Imperial Capital.
• 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.
• Pamela – An arrogant, petite Elven Mage and academy student who hides her ears and slave crest under white Gothic Lolita fashion. Formerly Henrietta’s slave, she is now the protagonist’s primary wife, intimate partner, and loyal companion alongside Kenze, Larry, and Robert. Serving as a calm Arsenal Bureau resident, caravan interpreter, and negotiator, she handles Rus language interactions, gate guards, logistics, basic healing, and strategic prisoner management.
• Kenze – A muscular, short-haired Tashkurgan Amazoness in a niqab and forehead Slave Crest, Denis is a cold, blunt former Turku intelligence operative. Armed with a bow and dagger, she handles security and horse procurement. Unstable from her homeland’s ruin and events in Uju, she is deeply attached to the protagonist and Larry, nurses her infant Zaboo, and sleeps with Pamela, while despising Southern Amazons.
• Zaboo – A creature or child accompanying Kenze, this newborn infant was delivered from a jar-like container. Named after the strongest person in Kenze’s homeland, it shares a close bond with its companion.
• 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.
• 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.
• Roberto – A scar-lined recruit and caravan master disguised as a Venotian merchant orchestrates an infiltration mission alongside his son, Luigi. Though a nervous militia member wary of snipers and nursing a crossbow wound, he bravely tracks mercenaries. He is also a trainee and spearman who, despite the face-marking turmoil of last night, sits trembling yet celebrating survival with fellow trainee Larry.
• Luigi – An alias used by the intelligent and pragmatic protagonist to pass checkpoints by posing as a Venetian merchant alongside his father, Roberto. This carefully crafted identity allows him to skillfully navigate military operations while managing his relationships with others under a false guise.
• Katrina – A research student and chief subordinate who becomes the protagonist’s attendant after missing an assistant professor role under Pauman. They monitor the group while helping coordinate aerial technology operations, acting as an associate who accompanies everyone through the battlefield.
• Rita – Formerly known as Katrina Hein, she is a Mage and commander of the Golem maintenance team. She poses as Roberto’s wife, wearing practical woolen clothing suitable for her role.
• Denis – A yeoman farmer and the deceased former husband of Monica, he was killed alongside Iffens.
• 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.
• Major – A commanding military officer with a sadistic inclination toward interrogation. She orchestrates the sessions and utilizes Telepathy to coordinate with her subordinates.
• 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.
• Mana – A non-commissioned officer and liaison who previously had their mana drained by Larry.
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