Volume 3 Chapter 18 Negotiation
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
As the carriage approached the town, the guards stationed on either side of the gate came into focus. An old guard stood to the left, while a younger man watched from the right. Although they carried spears, neither wore a proper uniform, and both looked more like farmers pressed into service than trained soldiers. Once we drew close enough, they lowered their spears across the road and signaled for us to stop.
”Zdo Lars-tviche,” I said, using the greeting I had just learned from Kenze.
The older guard carried over a small box and said something, but I could not understand a word of it.
”Put a silver coin in the box,” Kenze whispered.
I followed her instruction and dropped a Rus silver coin inside.
”Now show two large copper coins to the younger guard and hand them over as well.”
I still did not know the exchange rate between our currency and Schweilitz’s, but judging by their weight, each large copper coin seemed worth roughly three to five hundred yen. Holding the two coins slightly offset so the younger guard could see there were two of them, I presented them before dropping them into the waiting palm of the older guard.
The lifeless look in his eyes vanished at once, replaced by unmistakable greed.
He said something else.
”They think you’ve come to sell salt. They’re asking you to share some,” Kenze translated in her usual rustic tone.1
”Why would they think that?”
”They’re probably judging by my clothes. They likely assume we’re from the Turkic Empire.”
After saying that, she spoke to the old guard. The two went back and forth for a short while, sounding as though they were haggling over something, before the old man finally called to his younger companion.
”Da, [unintelligible]…”
The younger guard answered and hurried deeper into town.
”Is this going to be alright?” I asked.
”Probably. We are not giving it away for free. I just told them they had to pay.”
Since our travel permits identified us as salt merchants from Pannonia, we genuinely did have barrels of salt loaded in the rear compartment. Before long, a crowd of poorly dressed townspeople gathered at the gate, each carrying a small ceramic jar or wooden container.
”It looks like we’re selling salt after all.”
We ended up conducting business right there outside the entrance. The customers paid with local copper and large copper coins. Most bought only small amounts, and a few even tried to open the carriage doors when they thought nobody was watching. Left with little choice, I locked everything up and climbed onto the coachman’s seat to keep an eye on them.
I had dealt with roughly two-thirds of the crowd when three sword-bearing men arrived, shouting as they drove everyone back. Judging by their tone, they were probably demanding to know who had authorized us to do business there. Kenze locked the cargo compartment, handed them some money, and they left almost immediately, showing no interest in anything beyond the payment.
”They said they’d overlook it this time since we’re outside the gate,” she explained.
Despite the trouble, we still needed feed and provisions. I had expected something closer to the capital of Schweilitz or the crowded streets inside Obernbach’s walls, yet the town turned out to be surprisingly sparse. Small houses stood apart from one another, each with a modest plot of land. The people who had bought our salt appeared to live in those homes.
Near the center stood a large manor that was presumably the lord’s residence, along with an impressive church. The east-west road seemed to be the town’s main artery, wider and better maintained than the north-south road we had used to enter. With so few residents, there were only a handful of shops. When I bought barley for feed, the grains were noticeably smaller than what we had purchased elsewhere, while the hay looked tough and coarse. Kenze negotiated on my behalf, but the discount was barely worth mentioning.
”Can you ask which road is best for reaching the Polotsk Principality?”
While I stuffed the newly purchased barley and hay into the cargo compartment, the young shopkeeper explained that the closest route followed the northern road and would reach a border town called Velysk in about two weeks. However, monster activity was unusually high at the moment, so he recommended following the main east-west road before turning north later.
At the grocer’s, flour cost three times as much as it had in Schweilitz. The hulled barley and rye were so small that I briefly wondered whether they were different varieties altogether, while even the dried meat came in thin, meager slices. Everything about the place suggested poverty. I had Kenze ask about the road to the Polotsk Principality again, but the answer matched what we had already heard. We bought flour, hulled barley, and dried meat before loading everything into the carriage.
”Kenze, can you ask why the flour is so expensive?”
She nodded and spoke with the middle-aged shopkeeper. When the conversation ended, though, something felt off. Although her niqab hid her expression, her behavior changed. She lingered in silence after hearing the answer and moved toward the carriage before translating anything for me.
Realizing I was unlikely to get more information from her immediately, I returned to our companions, who were waiting a short distance outside town.
”From the outside it looks respectable enough, but inside it’s mostly small homes with little plots of land,” I reported.
Since Kenze was unusually quiet, I filled everyone in myself, explaining the salt sales, the atmosphere inside the settlement, and the directions toward the Polotsk Principality.
”This is a manor, isn’t it?” Pamela asked.
The term sounded familiar. My background had been in science, and many historical details from my previous life had faded, but I vaguely remembered that a manor was a place where nearly everyone except the lord worked the land.
”The people you sold salt to were serfs,” she continued.
I recognized the word, though only vaguely. Since it carried associations with slavery, did that mean they were practically slaves?
”In Schweilitz they’d be closer to bondservants. They can’t move freely, though.”
According to Pamela, the farmland surrounding the settlement belonged entirely to the lord, and the serfs cultivated it in exchange for a portion of the harvest.
”That land is supposed to be farmland? I thought it was pasture.”
Thomas appeared to share my opinion. When I mentioned the tiny barley and rye grains, both of them suggested the soil was poor and local agriculture underdeveloped.
”That means the town’s military strength is low, doesn’t it?” Lieutenant Sarah observed.
She had a soldier’s eye for such things. The gate guards had looked like serfs, and only three men had shown up to challenge our salt sales.
”Even if we were the Emperor’s kidnappers, this town is too weak to arrest us,” Onhart said, sounding as though a new possibility had just occurred to him.
He was not wrong. With our Golems, I felt we could seize the local lord before twenty guards even understood what was happening. Even if they identified us, they would struggle to interfere directly. Reporting us was another matter.
”Anything else?” Onhart asked.
I had already shared everything I knew.
That left only Kenze.
”Kenze, why was the flour so expensive?”
”War.”
”Rus is at war?” I asked, caught off guard by the blunt answer.
”Yes. The grocer said fighting broke out in the Caucasus region. Flour is being requisitioned for the war effort.”
”The Caucasus region? Are they fighting the Turkic Empire?”
As expected of a duke’s eldest son, Onhart was well informed about international affairs. I, on the other hand, had only a vague idea where the Caucasus even was.
”No. The Boltechino invaded.”
The Boltechino.
I remembered hearing that name before. They were the mounted nomads mentioned by the warrior we had fought in the Pannonian town. Were they something like the Mongols under Genghis Khan? None of us knew enough to say for certain, and expecting detailed military intelligence from a village grocer would have been unreasonable.
”That’s trouble,” Sarah said.
”This is bad,” Onhart agreed.
Both of them looked grim. Considering we had kidnapped the Emperor—the one person who should have been directing the state during a crisis—the situation had become an international incident. As Sarah had pointed out before, the Emperor’s value had not fallen at all. If anything, it had risen dramatically.
”What now?”
”We need to talk.”
We left immediately and headed into the forest. About a kilometer from the road, we found a pond and arranged the vehicles in a U-shaped formation. After bringing out the chair we had previously used for interrogations in the ruins, we dressed the Emperor and seated him. Duke Igor Pugachev Bryachislavichi, our other captive, was dressed and seated as well.
”Alright, waking them up now.”
I did not reserve the light-sleep state solely for nutrition and waste management. Pouring additional mana into the spell, I fully awakened them and restored their consciousness. The maid—our engineer—did the same for Duke Igor.
The Emperor looked around, clearly wondering what this was about, while Duke Igor remained silent and fixed his gaze on him.
”I’m not completely sure, but it appears the Boltechino have invaded the Caucasus region.”
A flash of fear crossed the Emperor’s consciousness before disappearing beneath cold calculation. A map of the Empire of Rus surfaced in his thoughts, showing a vast plain north of the Caucasus Mountains between the Turkey Sea and the Great Ocean Lake. Among the fragments I could pick up were the names “Pugachev” and “Nikki.”
”So, why wake me for this?”
The Emperor was obviously overwhelmed by matters demanding his attention, yet negotiations still came first.
”Wouldn’t you like to know the details?”
He wanted information desperately and was clearly frustrated that bargaining was not working, but he held his tongue.
”Larry, maybe we should kidnap the lord of that town, Milisky.”
The grocer’s story was weak evidence on its own. If anyone possessed reliable information, it would be the local lord. As Sarah had argued before, dealing with the Emperor effectively meant gathering leverage and information as quickly as possible.
Once my carriage and the cargo wagon moved, our meeting place would become visible from the road, but there was little we could do about that. It seemed unlikely that anyone capable of recognizing the Emperor would happen to pass by.
I had Kenze take the reins while I opened the carriage roof, removed a fixed-wing drone, and launched it from the edge of the forest. Flying at an altitude of one hundred meters, it would be nearly impossible to spot from the ground. Lieutenant Sarah stepped beside me, took my hand, and shared my vision.
”That’s him, isn’t it?” she said through telepathy.
She indicated a man preparing to board a carriage in front of the manor. Two maids and a well-dressed woman, presumably his wife, stood nearby to see him off.
”Looks like he’s heading somewhere.”
”Then I’ll make this quick.”
As Sarah released my hand, her presence vanished from my senses along with the connection.
The cargo bay doors groaned open, and the Golems rose from within, their joints creaking once before they launched forward. They cleared the perimeter wall in a single leap, seized the man who appeared to be the local lord, and were back inside the forest before anyone understood he had vanished.
By then, his coachman was busy trying to calm a panicked team of horses, while his retainers stood around in useless confusion. It would be a while before anyone even thought to pursue us.
Minutes later, the lord was hauled out and dropped before the Emperor.
”Your Majesty?”
The Emperor did not recognize the lord, but the feeling was clearly not mutual.
According to the lord, cavalry had arrived from the Imperial Capital the day before. The Boltechino had invaded the Caucasus region, and the southern noble coalition was holding the line. Apparently, after a diplomatic fallout, the Boltechino had chased the King of the Holm-Shah Kingdom all the way to the southern slopes of the Caucasus Mountains, only for their target to take his own life there.
That did not sit well with the Turkic Empire. They had not exactly given foreign troops permission to march through their territory and loot whatever they pleased. Once the Turkic Empire began mobilizing its army, the Boltechino were forced to push north, pillaging the Caucasus region to secure their supply lines.
Both the Boltechino and the Empire of Rus coalition had gathered roughly twenty thousand men, leaving the southern front evenly matched and dangerous.
The day before the lord received word, a General Staff had been established at the Viscount’s Palace in the Imperial Capital. Since they feared the war would drag on, they had begun conscripting soldiers and requisitioning supplies across the entire empire. That was why the lord had been heading to the Capital with food, armor, and his own men in tow.
”Without my presence?”
In a national emergency, admitting that the Emperor had been kidnapped would deal a serious blow to the empire’s prestige. It made sense that they would not leak such a high-level secret to a local lord.
”Indeed, you have served well.”
After that haughty dismissal, the Emperor ordered Pamela to wipe the lord’s memory. Some things did not need to be overheard, so the clueless lord was left unconscious on a blanket.
Then we turned to the matter of our return.
”From here to the border town of Velysk, there are no major cities or garrisons,” Onhart confirmed. “That means there are no towns capable of resisting us, and with the war underway, the military cannot dispatch soldiers from the Capital to pursue us.”
It all sounded a little too convenient, did it not?
”But we’re only eleven people,” Thomas interjected. “If a large force catches us while we’re sleeping, we’re finished.”
”Very well. We shall leave Elisabeth as a hostage.”
When the Emperor proposed using his Primary Wife as collateral to keep the peace during our transit, joy surged through his consciousness. For a middle-aged man in the middle of a national crisis, he was quite the scumbag.
The deal was finalized. The Emperor would be released immediately, while Empress Elisabeth, Duke Igor, and his son Sergei would remain as hostages until we reached the border. Once there, we would release the Empress and continue through the Polotsk Principality with the Duke and his son. From the Bryachislavichi port to the Kingdom of Schuberitz, young Sergei would remain our hostage, and we would return him to the Polotsk Principality once we were safely home.
We woke the Empress and Sergei to confirm the terms.
”Well, I suppose there is no other choice.”
I was surprised by how easily the Empress agreed, but that seemed to settle it.
”The Emperor’s life was surprisingly cheap, wasn’t it?” I muttered to Sarah, our Second Lieutenant, letting my relief slip out.
Unfortunately, someone heard me.
”You there—what did you just say?”
”I… Did you hear something?”
”You said His Majesty’s life was cheap, did you not?”
The woman had sharp ears. I had forgotten she was from Dacia and could understand the Schweilitz language. Backed into a corner, I accidentally blurted the same thing out in Russian, right where the Emperor could hear.
”My life… was cheap? This I cannot let slide!”
He shouted with his eyes fixed on me as I held my hand against his neck, but his consciousness was calm despite his expression. He was planning something.
”You—explain yourself! What was the intent behind such words? I will not tolerate anyone holding us in contempt.” The Empress pointed at me and demanded an answer.
”Truthfully, Your Majesty,” Onhart intervened, finally showing some use despite his usual indecision, “we never intended to kidnap you.”
”Oh?” The Emperor sounded intrigued after Pamela translated.
”Our goal was to force the Cossacks to withdraw from the Kingdom of Kiridal. We thought we might negotiate by seizing a high-ranking official in the Capital.” Onhart flicked a glance at Sarah, then looked back at the Emperor. “But there was a misunderstanding, and we ended up with His Majesty, the Empress, the Duke, and his son.”
”And what is that supposed to mean? That you had no choice? How unpleasant.”
”Exactly. We had accepted that we might never return home alive. Even if we did, kidnapping the monarch of one—or perhaps two—nations meant we would be held responsible and would not survive either way.”
The Empress began listening closely to Onhart’s slow, efficient explanation. After hearing Pamela’s translation, the Emperor seemed oddly pleased.
”In other words, His Majesty’s life and the lives of everyone else here were simply not worth the cost of ours.”
The Empress looked at him as if that should have been obvious.
”But what if we held His Majesty for a year?” Onhart asked.
”Nothing would change.”
”At that point,” Onhart continued, “if we returned him, the Empire would already have a new regime in place, and they might very well say they did not want him back.”
”How rude! On what grounds…” The Empress looked furious enough to faint.
”I see. So you suggest that, since it is unlikely I would be allowed back after a year of absence, my life is indeed worth less than yours?”
That was exactly what he meant, though I was impressed Onhart had the nerve to say it.
”And so this brat concluded that, since the Boltechino invasion makes negotiation possible and your return home easy, my life has become ‘cheap.’”
Pamela translated perfectly. It was not quite the truth, since the Boltechino situation was more of a convenient excuse, but he had caught the general idea.
”How unpleasant.”
Onhart just had to keep pushing. Still, that middle-aged man was delighted on the inside. Was he some kind of pervert?
”What he meant to say—”
”That is enough!” The Emperor cut him off with a shout and a clap of his hands. “You are clearly chosen warriors, even by the standards of the Kingdom of Schuberitz. But is there anyone here in a position to strike a deal with me?”
”A position to strike a deal?”
Despite his outward fury, the Emperor was clearly enjoying himself.
”A treaty is a promise between nations, signed by heads of state. The King of Schweilitz is not here. So I ask you this: is there anyone here who can bind the Kingdom to a promise with me, the Emperor? If there is, I will give you a souvenir to ensure my life remains worth your own.”
What was he talking about? A souvenir?
”I will,” Onhart said, raising a hand.
”Oh? You? Identify yourself.”
”I am Onhart von Lothringen, eldest son of the Duke, and third in line to the throne of the Kingdom of Schuberitz.”
So Onhart was a future king? I had pegged him as an indecisive, unreliable Lieutenant Colonel riding his parents’ coattails.
”I see. The current heir is the second princess, is it not? The crown prince was disinherited in the previous unrest, the second and third sons were executed, and the fourth was assassinated. That makes your father second in line, does it not?”
Onhart nodded.
”Then give me another.”
There was no way there was another person like that here. Still, Onhart did not deny it. Thomas, maybe? If Onhart was third, perhaps Thomas was thirty-second.
”Him,” Onhart said, pointing at me.
”This brat?”
Pamela translated that too, with painful accuracy. I silently wished she had been a little less faithful, and I also did not recall anyone telling me I would become a “Fifth Sage” once we returned.
”He will become the Fifth Sage upon our return.”
”A Sage who supports the prosperity of the Kingdom of Schuberitz? This brat?”
Pamela, you really did not need to be that precise.
”I see. So you have essentially offered me up as a sacrifice for your Rite of Passage.”
The Emperor was smiling, but his consciousness had become a vortex of rage. What a complicated man.
”Do you have magic ink and parchment?”
”Yes.”
The moment Onhart answered, joy surged through the Emperor’s mind again.
”I promise you freedom until you leave the country. As compensation for releasing me, I will cede the former Kingdom of Larland to the Kingdom of Schuberitz. However, this exchange will take place only after my Primary Wife is returned to us from the Kingdom of Schuberitz.”
”You are trading the Empress for the former Kingdom of Larland?”
”Not quite. The Empress is the collateral. From your perspective, this should balance the scales, should it not? My life, plus the land of Larland. Now you can no longer claim my life is ‘cheap.’ Hahaha!”
The Emperor was clearly bad at math. The former Kingdom of Larland was a mess, annexed by the previous Emperor but impossible to govern. It was a lawless hellscape full of warlords, and handing it to Schweilitz would be a net loss for our country. In other words, he was dumping his trash on us.
”And that is that. Elisabeth, I am sorry, but you will go to Schweilitz.”
He wore a mournful expression, but inside, he was practically dancing. Empress, refuse him! While you are gone, your husband is definitely going to make moves on the new maids and your daughter’s tutors.
”Da.”
She agreed.
Poor Empress.
We drafted two letters, both signed by the Emperor and Onhart, while Duke Igor and I were forced to sign as observers. Then the Emperor departed for the Imperial Capital in the lord’s carriage, and we drove ours north.
That night, Kenze was on watch, and she held my hand until morning without letting go.
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Summary:
The group arrives at a small, impoverished town and attempts to conduct trade while gathering information about the Polotsk Principality. After learning of a war in the Caucasus caused by an invasion of the Boltechino, they realize the gravity of their kidnapping of the Emperor. They decide to extract the local lord to gain more accurate intelligence. The party moves to a secluded forest spot, awakens the captives, and Sarah prepares to infiltrate the town to capture the target.
The group successfully abducts the Emperor and negotiates a deal to secure their safe passage home. They agree to exchange the Empress and other high-ranking hostages for their own freedom and territory. The Emperor, secretly delighted by the situation, concedes the former Kingdom of Larland to secure his release. The group splits up, with the Emperor departing for the Capital while the party heads north, their fate still tethered to the political maneuvers they have set in motion.
The author expresses gratitude to the readers for their continued support through the first half of the third chapter. They encourage engagement through likes and bookmarks to maintain motivation. The author also announces a new short-term project for the Netocon 12 competition to be hosted on the Narou platform.
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Trivia:
The town guards are essentially conscripted farmers rather than professional soldiers.
The town’s internal layout consists of small, sparse houses with agricultural plots rather than dense city housing.
The main road through the town is the east-west route, which is better maintained than the north-south route.
Kenze’s behavior changes dramatically when she hears the news about the war.
The Emperor’s consciousness is capable of generating mental maps of his empire.
The Emperor is secretly pleased about being kidnapped.
Onhart is revealed to be third in line to the throne of Schuberitz.
The former Kingdom of Larland is essentially a lawless wasteland being used as a bargaining chip.
The group’s survival depends on the Emperor’s complex, hidden agenda.
Chapter 3 is currently over fifty percent complete.
The upcoming project is R15 rated.
The new series will consist of eight chapters.
The new series will follow a weekly update schedule.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• 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.
• Kenze – Denis is a muscular, agile former Tashkurgan intelligence agent wearing a niqab and slave crest. Traumatized by her homeland’s ruin and Boltechino, this emotionally unstable archer and crafter is fiercely attached to her master Earnest and Larry, but was tasked to kill the protagonist, likely by Marie. Left at the collapsed bridge, Earnest now wishes she were present for tactical assessment.
• Lars – A man who recently arrived at the town and possesses a carriage. He is involved in trade and navigation of the local political landscape.
• Rus – A nation that annexed the Kingdom of Larland.
• Schweilitz – A kingdom possessing an advanced magic academy and military arsenal. A person or entity whose current situation is deemed unfavorable by the protagonist, leading to fears of execution.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Principal – The mother of Line and the administrative head of the institution. She exercises authoritative control over research assignments and seeks to trade Larry for Ilse Klein due to interpersonal conflicts in her laboratories. The mother of Sabrina and Rhein who intervenes during Rhein’s violent corridor assault to break up the confrontation.
• Pamela – An arrogant yet composed petite Elven Mage, academy student, and the protagonist’s teasing Primary Wife. Serving as a loyal companion, mediator, and advisor alongside Larry and Kenze, she hides her ears and a slave crest under white Gothic Lolita fashion. This observant Arsenal Bureau resident handles logistics, security, and Golem operations, utilizing high magical aptitude and memory manipulation.
• Thomas – Thomas Bauer is a hulking, middle-aged Bizan Major and former Schuberitz officer with a wrestler build, red face, and scalp burns. Serving as a pragmatic mercenary and spear-wielding commander under a suspended death sentence, he trains thirty recruits to professionalize their combat skills. Despite poor discipline and envying the protagonist’s close bonds, he possesses strategic, agricultural, and military expertise. He now leads an offensive to consolidate the Kane territory, using calculated opportunism to consult the protagonist’s group about his ambition to declare independence and establish his own lordship.
• Sarah – A heavily pierced Elf Mage and Second Lieutenant who commands the Magic Corps and controls specialized golem labor. Identifiable by her facial piercings, pointed ears, and long dark hair, this disciplined tactician and skilled pilot restrains Kenze and partners with Thomas in his strategic ambitions, despite having previously insulted Thomas’s intelligence by labeling him a brute-headed brawler.
• 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.
• Onhart – Tall, stern, and pragmatic, Onhart von Lothringen is a Duke’s eldest son, third in line to the Schuberitz throne, and a Lieutenant Colonel leading the traveling party. To hide his identity, he acts as Roberto de Calimen, a caravan leader and acting father figure to the protagonist. Knowledgeable and authoritative, he manages rear-carriage hostages and logistics while coordinating with Schuberitz.
• Pugachev – A Frontier Count and father to Igor, described as a man who lies as easily as he breathes and insists on the protection of the Emperor at all costs.
• Igor – A captive Polotsk Duke of the Bryachislavichi line, held hostage with the imperial family during transit. As a devoted prince and protector, he prioritizes the throne’s safety over his own standing. He leverages his status as lord of the principality to aid his captors by providing crucial intelligence regarding the difficult terrain ahead.
• Larry – A 14-year-old Japanese reincarnated soldier and cynical academy professor with dark, unkempt hair and practical traveling gear, he resembles an infant Griselda. The pragmatic protagonist, drone designer, and Golem combat strategist commands a carriage party in post-rebellion frontier lands. Married to Marie and acting as Pamela’s magical companion, he hides vulnerability behind a detached, tactical outlook.
• 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.
• Max – Uncle Klaus’s second son and Larry’s cousin.
• 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.
• Ed – A lanky refugee youth in simple farmer’s garb, Larry’s close friend and fierce protector is now a Military Academy student making claims about the Poll Tax and mortality. Formerly an associate of Captain Bours, he witnessed the Mauer Village skirmish, fled to Strock Village, and joined the militia to train spear-walls and ambush mercenaries, remembered for his quiet resolve to survive.
• Elisabeth – The Empress and Primary Wife of the Emperor.
• Sergei – The second son of Duke Igor of Polotsk, this young martial arts master from the Old Master’s Village is currently held as a hostage. Despite his confinement, he displays immense resilience, choosing to comply with his captors to ensure the safety of his family.
• 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.
• 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.
• Larland – A fallen kingdom with a royal lineage of eight princesses.
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