Volume 3 Chapter 20 Directionally Challenged
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The suspension bridge gave way. Before I knew it, the path ahead had vanished, disappearing just a few meters in front of the carriage. Only Pamela, Thomas, and I remained on this side. From the far bank, I could hear Kenze screaming.
”Larry! Larry!”
A moment later, as the dust began to settle, I spotted Sarah—the Second Lieutenant—grabbing Kenze by the collar to keep her from leaning too far over the edge.
”The golems are broken. We can’t cross to help them!” Sarah shouted, her voice sharp and professional.
”Understood!” I called back. “We’ll return to Velysk and approach Bryachislavichi Port from the south.”
”If the sea starts freezing, I’m afraid I’ll have to head back to the capital early,” Onhart added in his usual flat tone.
”Fine. Kenze, go with them. Wait for me at the house in the Royal Capital.”
”I don’t want to!”
The gap between us could not have been more than thirty meters. I could see her face clearly.
”I’ll be home by spring, so stop worrying. Wait for me in the Royal Capital. That is an order.”
An order.
It might have been the first time I had spoken to her that way since I bought her and made her my slave.
She fell silent, but as long as she could still see me, I suspected her anxiety would only grow. I backed the carriage away from the broken bridge, turned it around, picked up Pamela after she climbed out, and started back the way we had come.
”Ye really don’t know how to handle a slave, do ye?” Thomas remarked with a weary sigh.1
Judging by the look he gave me, he probably thought I was being too soft.
It was not just Pamela. All of my slaves were unusually capable. I understood that a social divide existed, but surely showing a little respect would not kill anyone.
The snowfall was heavy enough that I could not spare anyone to travel on foot and guide us. Thomas rode ahead on horseback while we followed in the carriage.
Before long, we entered a marshland I did not recognize.
”Should’ve turned right back there,” Thomas muttered before turning his horse around and searching for another route.
”We ought to be turning soon.”
(Hey, why aren’t you following the tracks in the snow?)
As expected, we eventually reached the shore of a broad lake. It was the end of December, and at this latitude darkness came early. Thick clouds covered the sky, leaving little hope of moonlight.
”Let’s camp here for the night.”
”Sounds right. Should’ve gone left back there, but that’s tomorrow’s problem.”
He said it as though it were a small mistake, which did not exactly inspire confidence.
I glanced at Pamela and immediately noticed the color in her cheeks. When I pressed a hand to her forehead, heat poured off her skin, and a faint tremor ran through her body.
Now that I thought about it, she had not seemed herself since yesterday. She had been sluggish during the bridge repairs as well. There was no point dwelling on it now, though.
We could not light a fire inside the carriage. I pulled the seat cushions outside, spread them across the ground, wrapped Pamela in spare blankets, and kept the fire burning to warm her.
Realizing he could not leave everything to me, Thomas gathered logs and rigged a canvas roof overhead to keep the night dew off us.
Just in case, I placed Excalibur beside Pamela. If nothing else, it might discourage monsters from approaching. Then I spent the entire night feeding the fire. To make matters worse, the very man who had gotten us lost was asleep before midnight and snoring loudly by the middle of the night.
Morning arrived without incident. Pamela’s fever had not broken, but her complexion looked a little better.
”Are you okay?”
”I feel a little better, but I’m not ready to move yet,” Pamela replied softly.
At least she was being honest. Since she looked capable of eating, I made a soup from dried meat, mixed it with barley porridge, and handed it to her in a cup.
”My apologies.”
The smell must have woken Thomas because he sat up almost immediately.
”Sorry about that. I fell asleep.”
That he did.
Still, no monsters had attacked us during the night, so I was willing to count it as a victory.
”More importantly, how did you end up like this?”
At Thomas’s question, Pamela removed her left glove, the gothic-lolita-style one she always wore. Beneath it, a greenish wound stretched from the base of her thumb to her wrist. The flesh around it looked swollen and rotten.
She explained that she had slipped while cooking ice-snow spider meat several days earlier. She had tried using Heal on herself, but exhaustion from the journey had prevented the wound from closing properly. It worsened little by little, and the strain of repairing the bridge finally pushed her over the edge, bringing on the fever.
”You should’ve said something sooner,” Thomas said.
If he had not led us astray, we could have reached treatment in Velysk. There was no point saying that now.
”Do you have any alcohol? Distilled spirits?”
”I do.”
He pulled a bottle from the bags hanging over his horse.
”Is it safe to give that to someone who’s sick?”
”It’s for disinfection.”
The moment he opened it, the smell reminded me of scotch. It was not especially strong, but it was better than nothing.
”I’m going to treat the wound, so I’m putting you under.”
Ideally, I would have used clean water first, but that was impossible here. I cleaned the surface with Thomas’s liquor, cut away the dead tissue with a knife, then covered the area with disinfected parchment before wrapping it in bandages.
”You’re not stitching it?”
”Part of the skin has already died, and a large amount of granulation tissue has formed, probably because she used Heal. Stitches won’t do much now.”
Under normal circumstances, Thomas’s approach would have been correct. In my judgment, however, we were already too late for that option. Had we acted sooner, we would have had more choices.
We waited two days for Pamela to recover before moving again. During that time fresh snow buried our tracks, making it impossible to retrace the route we had taken.
Food was becoming a concern as well. We had only purchased enough supplies in Velysk for a week. If we failed to reach a town or village within four more days, starvation would become a real possibility.
The thick cloud cover hid the sun, leaving me with no sense of direction.
”A lake this big should have an outlet river, right?”
If we followed it downstream, surely it would lead to a road or a settlement.
With no better idea, I accepted Thomas’s suggestion.
The winter solstice was only a month away, and at this latitude daylight lasted barely six hours. On the first day we found the river flowing from the lake. On the second, we reached another lake fed by that same river. On the third, we picked up the river again.
On the fourth day, we lost it.
”I’m pretty sure we’ll find it if we go this way.”
Trusting Thomas’s confidence was exactly how we lost the river. Fortunately, our mistake led us to something else: carriage ruts preserved beneath a light layer of snow.
Unfortunately, the wind was too strong to launch the fixed-wing drone.
”Which way do you think we should go?” I asked.
”It’s gotta be the right.”
”Then it’s probably the left.”
I nodded at Pamela’s answer. Thomas looked mildly offended, but the tracks were fresh, and both the wheel marks and hoofprints clearly headed left.
Even if there was no town ahead, we might still catch the carriage that had passed through.
In the end, we never found the carriage. About a kilometer later, however, a stone tower appeared in the distance. Fifteen minutes after that, we arrived at a town built around its base.
It had been a week since we had seen another settlement, and something in the air stirred a sense of familiarity I could not place.
For the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe again.
The town was surrounded by tightly packed log walls, and its gate was only wide enough for a single carriage. Proper Town Guards stood watch instead of armed farmers.
One of them approached Thomas and spoke quietly. Judging by the spear and light armor he carried, they viewed us as a possible threat.
Pamela climbed down despite still recovering, presented our travel papers, and began negotiating.
”Hey, that’s not Rus,” Thomas said.
He was right. The language sounded similar, but the nuances were different.
A short while later, Pamela returned. The guards wanted to inspect the cargo hold.
”Pamela, do they expect money? A bribe?” I asked.
She quickly told me not to do anything unnecessary because it could easily backfire.
As the guard finished inspecting the cargo and spoke with Pamela again, I caught a familiar word.
”Schweilitz.”
My shoulders tensed.
Had something happened involving Schweilitz?
”I heard them asking why you were speaking Schweilitz,” I whispered.
At first I wondered if Thomas had drawn attention to us, but that was not it. The guards had noticed while Pamela was speaking with them.
Had we been careless?
Fortunately, we had prepared for this possibility during our planning meetings.
”The salt we’re transporting was harvested in Salzheim, Schweilitz. Many of our workers are from Schweilitz as well, so we use the language among ourselves.”
Officially, Thomas was a mercenary in my employ and Pamela was my wife. Since entering Rus, Kenze had filled that role in practice, but Pamela was still listed as the Primary Wife on our documents.
Kenze was technically an employee, though our cover story described her as my mistress.
To be fair, that was not far from the truth.
If her son, Zaboo, had not been sealed in a jar during the meeting, she might even have ended up listed as the Primary Wife instead.
”They said traders from the Kingdom of Schuberitz on Great Norden Island visit from time to time, but this is the first time they’ve seen someone speaking Schweilitz arrive by land,” Pamela reported.
So that was it.
There was a port here.
The familiar scent I had noticed earlier was not the town itself. It was the smell of the sea. Since my reincarnation, I had never once smelled the ocean.
This body was experiencing it for the first time.
”They say there’s an entry tax. Five Rus silver coins or two Schweilitz silver coins. Will you pay?”
Naturally. I would not be using Rus currency much longer, so I preferred to keep the Schweilitz coins.
”Do ships from Schweilitz ever come here? Can you ask?”
Pamela relayed the question, but the guard shook his head.
”Schweilitz merchants come a few times between September and mid-December to buy furs. Since we’re in the thirteenth month now, he says they won’t return until summer at the earliest.”
So a direct trip home was impossible.
”I see. Then ask them how to reach Bryachislavichi Port in the Polotsk Principality.”
If returning home was not an option, we would need to spend the winter somewhere. We certainly did not have enough money to stay at an inn for months, which meant our only realistic choice was the national agency in Bryachislavichi Port.
”The sea route can’t be used because of drifting ice. He says there is a land route, but it’s difficult without local knowledge. It sounds like our only option is to return to Velysk.”
After asking a few more questions, we learned it would take five to seven days to reach Velysk depending on the weather. From there, another seven to ten days of travel would be required to reach the port.
”And besides,” Pamela added, relaying the guard’s final warning, “with the snowy season starting, if you’re going, it’s better to leave sooner rather than later.”
They were right. Getting lost out here meant death, and as that thought crossed my mind, I glanced over at Thomas.
If we did not leave by tomorrow, we were going to be in trouble. That meant there was one thing I absolutely had to do today.
”I’ve been told this place is safe, but that I should still keep the carriage locked,” I said.
”Could you handle that for me? I want to see the ocean. I’ll be right back.”
That was right. I had to see the ocean of this world. Ignoring the walls around the town, I sprinted into the narrow alleys that threaded between the houses.
Before long, I spotted a wooden floating pier between the buildings. Pushing past it, I reached a pebble beach2 where shallow, flat-bottomed boats had been hauled onto land.
Maybe it was low tide, because the water’s edge was nowhere near the line of driftwood.
Small waves lapped at the shore, barely different from the lakeside where we had stopped a few days earlier.
The sun was nearly gone, so I could not see much, but a thin, ridge-like island stood offshore. Between it and the beach, a row of small white shapes floated in the water.
No, they were not rocks.
They were icebergs.
So that was why the sea route was blocked. Well, since I was here, I might as well do the cliché thing.
”Salty!”
I scooped up a little seawater and touched it to my tongue. The taste brought back memories at once, not just of salt, but of that bitter, strange, unmistakable flavor of the ocean.
It was my first time tasting it in this body.
When I looked down at my feet, something caught my eye. I dug my fingers into the sand and pulled, revealing a clam. Curious, I raked my hand through the pebbles like a claw, and more clams came tumbling out.
Even at the paid clam-digging spots back in Japan, you did not find them this easily. Was this some kind of nursery?
The pier was covered in clusters of mussels.
And that was not all. This place was a small harbor formed by a long, narrow peninsula and an artificial jetty, and bait fish swarmed in the water. Even in winter, schools of small fish fled through the harbor while larger fish chased them.
It was a sea of plenty.
Of course, clams could cause food poisoning if the plankton conditions were bad, but even if they were not safe to eat, they would still work as bait. Speaking of clams for bait, striped beakfish came to mind, but those lived in warmer seas. Rays, maybe? That did not sound especially exciting.
Still, if bait fish were gathering here, I might be able to fish in the harbor even during winter. The thought made me restless. Renting a cheap house instead of staying at an inn and spending the winter here might not be a bad idea. If I could get fresh seafood at the inn tonight, I would seriously consider it.
Just as that thought crossed my mind, a bell rang from the tallest tower in the town.
Clang, clang.
”Are they closing the gates?” I muttered.
That was what I assumed at first, but people were moving in a panic, and someone on the tower was shouting. I wanted to see more of the sea, but that clearly was not going to happen. I turned away from the shore and hurried back to the carriage.
Thomas was already mounted with his spear in hand, and Pamela rushed over the moment she saw me.
”It seems the Valfin tribe has attacked,” Pamela said, her voice calm but urgent.
”What is that?”
”It appears they come to pillage this area at irregular intervals, but with all this commotion, I haven’t been able to learn the details.”
If even Pamela did not know, the Valfin tribe must have been a new power. Thomas, already on horseback, looked ready to fight with everything he had. Did he never think about getting injured? What a muscle-head. Even if the carriage was stolen, we could still overwinter here and take a ship back to Schweilitz later.
Well, I would not know unless I tried.
”Is the Valfin tribe a savage race?” I asked.
”No. I don’t even know what kind of tribe they are.”
If they were primitive, maybe I could show them Excalibur and scare them off. Thinking it might work, I opened the locked carriage and pulled Excalibur out.
”What do you intend to do with that?” Pamela asked.
”I thought they might be surprised if I showed them this.”
”Well, they would certainly be surprised, I suppose.”
Her reaction was lukewarm. While we were speaking, I heard the sound of carriages arriving beyond the closed gates. A lot of them.
The person ringing the bell on the tower began shouting at the top of their lungs. Maybe they were saying, “They’re here!”
We were left of the gate, with no cover except the carriage and the civilian houses behind us. The tower stood deep inside the wide street to the right of the stable area after one entered the gate.
They were aiming for the right, were they not? Please do not come left.
With that thought in mind, I ducked behind the carriage with Pamela.
If they came leaping over the log walls like monkeys, I would shout “Excalibur!” and make the sword glow. It should at least startle them, and even a moment of hesitation would help.
I held my breath and watched the wall. A black shadow appeared, but it was not a person.
It was a Golem.
Wait. That was not supposed to happen.
As I stared, the Golem that had jumped over the wall began unbolting the gate from the inside. Another Golem followed and helped it.
The Golems here were smaller than Sonya’s or Louise’s, as expected, but they were larger and newer than Granny Ferris’s. They felt close to the Type 20s the Haritz Town Guards had used during the rebellion.
In other words, shouting “Excalibur” was not going to work on them.
What surprised me instead was how the town reacted. They knew how to fight Golems. The guards threw jars of oil tied to ropes at the machines trying to open the gate.
Once the jars broke, fire arrows flew. The Golems did not burn, though; they must have dampened their bodies. A moment later, the gate was thrown open, and the town soldiers started throwing harpoons.
I suppose anyone who went out on boats in the northern sea might end up harpooning whales or sea beasts from time to time.
The enemy Golems moved forward to take the hits. Those harpoons would have punched straight through light armor. They were ruthless weapons.
Even so, too many enemies were pouring in. At this rate, no matter how hard the guards fought, they would not be able to stop the pillaging.
Giving up on the carriage, I took Pamela and moved into the shadow of a shack closer to the gate. It was a shabby little thing, so I hoped the attackers would not bother with it.
Unfortunately, other people had the same idea. A middle-aged couple with their young daughters came to hide there too.
Then a Golem stopped in front of the shack.
I did not know why. The thugs in leather armor, who looked like the pillaging crew, were trying to break into our carriage and the houses beyond it.
Near the carriage, Thomas was fighting hard. From where I stood, I could see he was badly outnumbered. If I did nothing, he might suffer worse than an injury. The other Golem, from what I could tell, was heading toward the tower with horsemen and soldiers, though they seemed to be struggling with a hastily built barricade.
A Golem’s operating range was fifty meters if the operator was doing nothing else. That meant the operator had to be nearby. I circled to the other side of the shack to look for them, but no one stood near the Golem, and no one seemed to be watching this way.
What if they were lying down somewhere, like I had when I first operated Louise’s Golem in Garao Village?
Gripping Excalibur, I wondered whether its excess magic voltage could disrupt the thin-skinned nerves behind the Golem’s knee or ankle. If it could interfere with the neural set that controlled movement, there was a real chance I could disable it. Even if I failed, stopping one leg would still remove a Golem from the fight and cut down the enemy’s strength.
More importantly—
No. Do not get ahead of yourself.
What do I do after I defeat the Golem?
I could not return behind the shack. Pamela and those two young sisters were there.
If I stayed where I was, I would be cornered and captured. As a man, I would probably end up beheaded.
There was no helping it. I had to shout “Excalibur” and link up with Thomas.
I steadied myself, then slipped out from behind the shack as casually as I could. In moments like this, charging out ready to fight would make me look like an enemy and get me cut down at once. That was why I had to keep my face blank.
The Golem was about three meters away.
I felt like I had experienced this before. When had it been? My heart was pounding so hard it felt ready to leap out of my mouth.
Two meters.
One meter.
Crap. The Golem twisted its neck and spotted me.
I quickly stepped into its blind spot using the movements I had learned in the Old Master’s village. Then I channeled Mana into Excalibur and pressed its tip against the back of the Golem’s right knee.
For a second, Excalibur shone purple and white, but the light was immediately sucked into the Golem.
It was working.
The Golem staggered.
Crap. If it fell this way, I would be crushed.
I threw myself forward and rolled across the ground. When I looked back, the Golem collapsed with a heavy crash.
Judging by its movement, its connection with the operator had been severed.
I might be able to do this.
I ran to the back of the fallen Golem’s neck. There it was, just like on Louise’s Golems.
I opened the small door, but the moment I did, the Golem began moving again.
I can’t let it stop here!
I shoved my hand inside. My wrist caught on something, and for an instant it felt like my whole arm was about to be dragged in.
(Mana Control.)
No good. I could not overwrite it.
At this rate, my arm would break.
Dammit.
Instead of forcing control, I drained the Mana.
The Golem stopped moving. Once more, the sensation of Mana Control spread through me, and the Golem became mine.
Eat that.
The Golem slowly stood.
When I moved to help Thomas, an arrow whistled past my real body.
Crap. From the gate?
I shifted the Golem to the side and used it as a shield while heading toward my carriage. A few more arrows flew nearby, but thankfully the archers did not seem as skilled as Kenze. With the Golem acting as a moving wall, I pushed toward the carriage.
”Thomas! I’ve hijacked the Golem! Get out of the way!” I yelled.
Whether he understood me or simply reacted to my voice, Thomas let out a battle cry, and his horse bolted into an open space. The men surrounding him were left exposed, and I drove the Golem straight into them.
In an instant, it trampled two men and sent the other three flying with one swing of its arm.
”Come over here!” I shouted to Thomas, who was staring at the Golem in stunned silence.
”Oh! What just happened?”
”I stole the Golem. I’m going to deal with the other one too, so protect me while I do it!”
”Huh? Mmm? Just protect you, right?”
He did not seem to understand, but that was good enough. I placed my real body between Thomas and the carriage, then focused on operating the Golem. I did not have much time before the Amber’s Mana ran out.
The other Golem was paying no attention to us. It was clearing the barricade near the tower with the infantry. Five cavalrymen watched impatiently nearby, and none of them seemed to notice the Golem I was controlling.
I crept up behind the enemy Golem while it was hunched over its work, then wrapped my Golem’s arms around its torso.
Just like that.
German Suplex!
It was perfect. Even after I moved away, the enemy Golem remained with its head smashed into the ground. The impact had forced open the door on its back, exposing the Giant Amber inside.
I pulled it out, tore the securing belt loose, and let the Amber tumble free.
That one would not be moving anymore.
The Golem the enemy had relied on had turned against them. Once they realized something was wrong, the enemy soldiers began to flee. First the cavalry broke, then the infantry followed.
Soldiers were weak once they started routing. One after another, the local guards captured or killed them.
After about thirty minutes, the battle was mostly over.
But when people died, the world did not simply move on. Corpses were lined up, and families wept over them. I felt as if I had seen that sight somewhere before.
Of course, that did not mean everything was neatly settled.
Thomas, Pamela, and I were tied up and taken to the lord, though the charges against us were not clear.
Apparently, they found it suspicious that we had arrived just in time for the enemy attack. On top of that, it was far too convenient for a Mage capable of manipulating Golems to happen to be there. They seemed to think we had some hidden motive.
Put that way, maybe I could understand their suspicion. Still, if they wanted someone to blame, they should have said it to the man with no sense of direction who had brought us to this town in the first place.
All I had done was protect myself.
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Summary:
The group faces a crisis when a bridge collapses, leaving them stranded and separated from the main party. Thomas struggles with navigation, leading them to a remote town on the coast instead of their target. Upon arrival, they discover the port is not a viable route home for the winter, forcing them to plan a long trek back toward the border town of Velysk.
The protagonist explores a harbor in a world where snowy conditions threaten travel. Suddenly, the city is attacked by the Valfin tribe using Golems. The protagonist utilizes his Golem-operating skills and his weapon, Excalibur, to turn the tide of battle. Ultimately, he is arrested under suspicion despite his defensive efforts.
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Trivia:
The protagonist has never smelled the ocean since his reincarnation.
The “thirteenth month” in this world implies a seasonal or calendar structure different from the standard Gregorian one.
Pamela’s injury was sustained while processing ice-snow spider meat.
The protagonist used the term “order” for the first time since acquiring his slaves.
The protagonist’s internal thoughts suggest he would prefer not to use Rus currency.
The harbor is formed by a narrow peninsula and an artificial jetty.
The protagonist is surprised that the city guards have established methods to combat Golems, such as using oil and harpoons.
The protagonist has a specific range limit of 50 meters for controlling Golems without extra effort.
The Golems encountered are of a type that suggests a mix of newer, larger models and older, smaller ones.
The protagonist reflects on having been involved in a similar situation in Garao Village.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• Zaboo – The child of Kenze, this newborn infant was delivered from a jar-like container and named after the strongest person in Kenze’s homeland. Sharing a close bond with its companion, the creature accompanies Kenze as a constant presence.
• 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.
• Granny Ferris – Granny Ferris, an ageless elf in her thirties wearing provocative black one-piece dresses, is a close associate of the Second Sage and the elderly woman Martin hopes to marry. Bearing a lineage famed for medicine and golem-making, her own golems are older and less sophisticated than city versions. Former Golem Battalion Commander, she now runs the village inn, speaks bluntly, and plays the flute.
• Ferris – Granny Ferris, an ageless elf in her thirties wearing provocative black one-piece dresses, is a close associate of the Second Sage and the elderly woman Martin hopes to marry. Bearing a lineage famed for medicine and golem-making, her own golems are older and less sophisticated than city versions. Former Golem Battalion Commander, she now runs the village inn, speaks bluntly, and plays the flute.
• Haritz – A town associated with a specific type of guard Golem used during a rebellion led by a now-deceased figure, whose remnants recently attempted to hijack the Kane estate.
• Louise – A female South Bohemia Lieutenant and Magic Armored Division member who operates a top-tier Type 95 Golem, setting an operational baseline for the protagonist. Reminiscent of Elga, she is expecting the protagonist’s child, taught him a military salute, and provides poll tax war exemption info.
• Sonya – Former Schuberitz Kingdom Major Sonya is a sharp-eared, petite, muscular elven commander who led magical battalions, including the 101st Golem Battalion against the Amazoness. Now Larry’s Golem combat instructor, this top-tier pilot benchmarks the protagonist’s power. Masked as a cheerful talent scout, she hides a cruel, sadistic “gal” persona, using mind-reading and painful mana injections to toy with him.
• Mana – A non-commissioned officer and liaison who previously had their mana drained by Larry.
• Amber – An object or entity that receives mana infusion from Pamela, serving as a vital source of Mana to power the Golems.
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