Volume 3 Chapter 23 Soldier
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Thomas prepared for the offensive against Cain with a surprisingly small force. Along with our carriage, he brought three cargo wagons, five mounted riders, three spare horses, and the thirty soldiers he had trained himself.
Although the men were disciplined and well prepared, our advance was painfully slow. The cargo wagons were old models that lacked proper bearings, and the friction in their axles made every stretch of ground a struggle. Crossing the frozen river only made matters worse. The wheels constantly slid across the ice, forcing us to walk beside the wagons and hold them steady so they would not drift into rocks or riverbanks and snap their axles.
As a result, it took us three nights to reach Cain.
While we spent the final night resting our exhausted bodies, I could not help comparing the journey to my earlier survey. Back then, I had completed the round trip in only a day and a half. Looking at our sluggish progress now, I found myself wondering whether we were truly prepared for what lay ahead.
”We shall proceed with the unit divisions as planned,” Thomas announced in the firm tone he used whenever training his soldiers. “However, avoid contact with the Town Guards whenever possible. We are here solely under commission from the Lord of Cain to remove the Haritz elements.”
”Understood!”
The response came instantly. Thirty voices answered as one before snapping into a salute so sharp that it sounded rehearsed. Whether every man fully understood the political intent behind the order was another matter, but their discipline left little room for hesitation.
Once the acknowledgments were complete, Thomas divided the force into four units.
The objective itself was simple: kill the Lord and his steward, then capture or eliminate the Haritz leadership.
”Confirm the targets.”
We had repeated this exercise so many times during training that the responses came automatically.
”Name of the Lord?”
”Lomas Cain.”
”Distinguishing features?”
”Blond, bald, goatee, obese.”
”Name of the steward?”
”Yurgis Cain.”
”Distinguishing features?”
”Long blond hair, tall, clean-shaven.”
There were probably more identifying traits worth remembering, but that was enough for our purposes. The same applied to the leaders of the Haritz faction. Larc von Haritz was described as a man of medium build with curly auburn hair hidden behind a silver mask. Adam von Riemenschneider, their military adviser, was tall and heavily built, with long silver hair and a scar across his face. Werner von Haritz, who handled their finances, was bald, overweight, and wore thick sideburns, while the clerk Fabian von Lota was short, blond, and usually dressed in clerical robes.
After being forced to recite those descriptions countless times, I had memorized every one of them in the local language.
Once the briefing ended, Units A and B departed first for the western and eastern gates. The food wagons and blankets were left behind, while two wagons loaded with weapons, ladders, and Golems continued toward Cain.
I took the reins of the wagon carrying the Golems and guided it to the designated position beneath the southern wall. As soon as we arrived, Unit C raised their ladders and began climbing. The sentries in the tower quickly sounded the alarm with a copper gong, but by then I had already confirmed that the Golems were functioning and started after the others.
The wall rose nearly eight meters above the ground. It had not looked particularly intimidating from below, yet the moment I reached the top, my stomach tightened. The narrow crest tapered almost to a point, leaving barely enough room to keep my footing, and after forcing myself across it, I still had to lower myself down the opposite side by rope.
Fortunately, Unit C had already secured the area by the time I reached the bottom. No enemies remained to oppose us, but the experience alone was enough to convince me that I never wanted to scale a wall like that again.
In truth, that was the most frightening part of the operation.
Once Unit C seized the crooked manor that served as the Lord’s residence, everything else ended with surprising ease.
Most of the Golems stationed near the Viscount’s Palace had already been stripped for parts and left waiting for disposal. Only a single functioning unit remained, and even that posed no threat. The Mage responsible for operating it surrendered immediately.
She was a weary-looking woman with long blond hair tied behind her head. Despite her large frame, there was nothing intimidating about her. The Golems under her control had been left face-down in the palace courtyard, making it clear from the start that she had no intention of resisting.
All I had to do was remove the Amber from the unit’s back.
The battle ended there.
The ease of it all left me suspicious for a moment, but the truth turned out to be stranger than I had expected. The woman was the pilot of the Golem I had German-suplexed during the third invasion of Yogis.1
”I was a research student at the now-defunct Nurnhügel Magic School in Haritz territory. My specialty was simple puppet-type magic, but because we lived in a region rich in mines, I was researching Golems for mining work. Operating a combat model was never something I could do.”
I would hear the rest of her story later. For now, I brought her and the soldiers guarding her into the Viscount’s Palace.
Inside the great hall, soldiers, women, slaves, bondservants, and two figures dressed in the clothing of high-ranking officials had already been gathered together.
Thomas, his men, and the local leaders had surrounded the two officials. As I entered with the Mages, Thomas’s soldiers arrived and began separating the soldiers from the women.
My gaze settled on the black-haired woman I had seen through the fixed-wing drone’s camera, and the moment I saw her in person, I understood why she had stood out.
The dress she wore looked stiff because the skirt was supported by a wooden cage-like frame, while a tightly laced corset drew in her waist. The fabric looked more like linen than silk, and its dark brown and deep red colors gave her a mature appearance that felt at odds with her age. Heavy makeup completed the impression.
The moment she noticed my attention, she lowered her head.
Had I met her somewhere before?
Before I could think further, the male slave standing behind her spotted me. His eyes widened for the briefest instant before he quickly turned away.
The moment I saw his face, recognition struck me like a blow.
Auburn hair. Curly. Average build. A face twisted by the same sleazy contempt I remembered all too well.
”Why are you alive?”
The question tore itself from my throat before I could stop it.
During the survey, I had not seen his face clearly from the air, but he had been the man kicking that naked woman. Some people truly never changed.
Images surfaced one after another. Nico pinned beneath him with her upper body exposed. The look of disgust he directed at everyone around him. The day he stormed the Bizan Magic School entrance ceremony to kill me. The duel trial where he came at me wearing anti-mana chainmail.
There was no way I could forget.
Marc von Haritz.
”Why aren’t you dead?”
Because slaves could not be held legally responsible, he was not restrained. The instant I stepped toward him, Marc bolted.
That bastard.
I chased after him and grabbed him by the hair rather than his tunic. Mana surged through my hand, and hundreds of hairs came loose at once. Marc stumbled forward, slammed face-first into the floor, and screamed as he rolled around clutching his scalp.
”I asked you why you aren’t dead.”
A Slave Crest was branded on his forehead.
So that was it.
He had been reduced to a slave after the rebellion, yet somehow he had escaped execution.
The thought made me sick. I kicked him again and again as he writhed across the floor.
”Hey, slave or not, I can’t overlook you beating him like that.”
Thomas caught my shoulder and pulled me back.
”He’s the ringleader of Haritz.”
I grabbed Marc’s wrist, cut off his mana to knock him unconscious, and held up his hand.
”Hm?”
Thomas frowned.
”A slave’s hands wouldn’t be this clean.”
”What are you getting at?”
”This is Marc, the grandson of the former Marquis Haritz. They renamed him ‘Larc’ and used him as the figurehead. They even pretended he had leprosy so they could hide the Slave Crest behind that silver mask.”
”Ah.”
Understanding dawned on his face.
Dragging the unconscious Marc behind me, I hauled him over to the two officials. They were most likely Werner von Haritz, the bald financial officer, and Fabian von Lota, the short clerk.
I rolled Marc onto the floor in front of them and demanded an explanation.
Neither answered.
Both simply looked away.
”Fine. I’ll learn everything soon enough during the interrogation.”
It was a bluff, but I turned away before they could realize it and approached the gathered women instead.
”You’re Manuela-san, right? You were close to Marie, if I remember correctly.”
She had attended Bizan Magic School alongside Marie, who was now raising a child in the Royal Capital. Back then, Marie had kept her distance because Manuela came from Haritz territory and was connected to the family involved in my conflict with Marc.
”It has been a long time.”
She bowed deeply.
”Do you know where Marie is?”
”No. Shortly after Marie-san left for the Royal Capital, I dropped out and returned home because my parents asked me to.”
”I see. On the day of the Haritz Rebellion, the former principal of Bizan Magic School attacked the Magic Academy. He assaulted Henrietta, and she gave birth to their daughter, Angelica, there and then. Henrietta died during that attack.”
”Henrietta-san… that research student?”
”Yes.”
Only her soul had carried over into my previous life, yet the memory remained vivid. Blood had sprayed from her neck the moment the principal drew his blade. Even now, the scene replayed in my mind in agonizing slow motion.
My chest tightened.
For several seconds, I could not speak.
”Um… as for me…”
”Right. I need to hear your story.”
According to Manuela, her family had long worked as merchants who regularly dealt with the Haritz household. They had earned enough trust to act as guides when a bishop of the Universal Church secretly visited from Kiridal.
When the rebellion broke out, however, their close ties to Haritz became a liability. Their store was shut down, and Manuela was sent to live with relatives. One of those relatives worked as a magic librarian, and she had expected to spend the rest of her life there.
Then her father appeared.
Not long afterward, he arranged for her to marry Marc.
Because of the trouble he had caused with me, Marc had been confined to his quarters before the rebellion began. According to Manuela, his punishment had not been solely for losing the trial. Publicly apologizing to a commoner had also brought disgrace upon the family.
She had later been told that his confinement ended up saving his life. While others were executed, Marc was stripped of his status and reduced to slavery instead.
At the time, many people still viewed him as the future heir of House Haritz. The plan was for him to escape north, establish a principality, and eventually restore the family name.
The mastermind behind the idea was the military adviser stationed here, Adam von Riemenschneider.
He was the grandson of an earl whose influence in the rebel faction ranked second only to House Haritz itself. Because his territory bordered Holstein lands and lay near the coast, he had apparently become obsessed with founding a new northern state.
”They approached me with an offer to become the primary wife,” Manuela explained in a flat voice. “They said a Mage who could control conception freely would be ideal if they wanted an heir as quickly as possible.”
Marc, however, allegedly refused to touch her.
According to Manuela, he claimed he had no intention of sharing a bed with an ugly black-haired woman who had been forced on him.
There was another problem as well.
As long as Marc remained a slave, any child he fathered would also be born a slave. His status would not be reviewed until he completed his punishment, and because his crime was tied to the rebellion, his sentence was especially severe.
He was scheduled to remain a slave until August.
Because of that, nobody around them felt any urgency. There was little point in discussing heirs before his emancipation, so the marriage had been left to stagnate.
”I understand the situation now.”
After hearing the whole story, I returned to the officials and everyone gathered around Marc, then repeated what Manuela had told me.
”I see.”
Thomas nodded.
”So he really was planning to establish a country here.”
When we seized the lord’s manor—a crooked, half-collapsing building—we had already found the bodies of the lord, his eldest son, and his third son. The remnants of House Haritz had apparently intended to seize control of the Kane family in one stroke.
In the end, we had not needed to do anything.
”By the way.”
Thomas suddenly looked far less serious than before, and a grin spread across his face.
”That girl you mentioned earlier. She’s a Mage, right?”
”Yeah, more or less. Her level’s low, though.”
If memory served, she was only Level 2.
”And the Mage who was operating those Golems you brought back?”
”What about her?”
Rather than answering immediately, Thomas pointed toward another part of the hall.
”Look over there.”
A young girl about Ili’s age stood surrounded by maids. Judging by their behavior, they were genuinely diligent people, a world apart from some of the baffling maids back in the Royal Capital.
”I talked with the leaders here,” Thomas said. “We all came to the same conclusion. A Mage should be looked after by another Mage. Ordinary people can’t really manage them. So would you take care of her too?”
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Pamela appeared beside me so quietly that I had not noticed her approach.
”Reckon that’s the way of it, son.”
”You’re asking me to take responsibility for a Mage child, but I don’t have the money to support her.”
”That may be true,” Pamela replied, tilting her head, “but I don’t reckon that’s the real problem here, boy.”
I still had absolutely no idea what she meant.
”Don’t worry, don’t worry!” Thomas insisted. “The town will pool the funds for living expenses.”
That did absolutely nothing to make the proposal sound less suspicious.
”The child surrounded by the maids… she’s the lord’s daughter, isn’t she?”
Once Pamela pointed it out, I noticed the girl’s eyes were red and swollen. She had clearly been crying for a long time.
Of course she had.
Her parents had just been killed.
”Hold on,” I said. “Don’t you have relatives around here? I heard the lord was killed, but nobody mentioned his widow being murdered. Can’t she take care of her daughter?”
”There are two widows, and I’ll be taking care of both of them,” Thomas replied as though it were the most natural thing in the world. “The steward’s widow will be looked after by that fellow there—the commander of the town guard. As for the third son’s widow and child, the head of the fishing guild is taking them in.”
The commander and the guild leader both gave me polite bows.
Apparently, the women who had accompanied the two captives I arrested had already been assigned places to stay as well.
The realization nearly made me choke.
What in the world were these people doing?
Did they not have more urgent problems to deal with?
Besides, Thomas, wasn’t the steward the eldest son? The widow who had borne the heir should have been fairly old by now.
That was a discussion for another time.
Back in Strock Village, if a woman capable of bearing children lost her husband, it was common for the husband’s brother to take her in as a concubine. If there were children, he raised them as his own. It was a practical custom meant to protect women who had no property and to help increase the village’s population.
”Then if you’re taking care of the lord’s widow,” I said, “does that mean you’re planning to become the lord here? If the locals support it, I don’t really care, but…”
”Nah. She’s a widow, you see.”
Thomas shrugged.
”In the first place, the lord of Yoghes will end up holding this territory too. We’re just his private soldiers.”
That part made sense.
The part about her being a widow did not.
”Even so, you can’t leave the territory without someone managing it. Besides, didn’t the lord of Yoghes agree to let you handle things for a while?”
”Just because that’s the plan doesn’t mean…” Thomas paused, then grinned. “Wait. Are you asking if I should marry her?”
”I wasn’t!”
”I do appreciate how quick young men can be.”
”No, no, no! I already have three widows under my care, and two women have already borne my children!”
”Then what’s the problem with adding three more?”
”The problem is enormous!”
”Fine, then. The lord’s daughter can stay with one of the widows, and the others can be your mistresses.”
”Larry.”
Pamela leaned close and lowered her voice.
”You’re heading back, aren’t you?”
”I have to take the Golem Mage and Manuela back to Schweilitz.”
”Then just take them with you for now and look for their families later.”
”That makes sense. What about the lord’s daughter?”
”She’s still a child,” Pamela said. “Send her to school once she’s in Schweilitz. She can decide her own future when she’s older. Besides, records from this place won’t mean much over there.”
Then she smirked.
”Though those breasts might rival Henrietta’s, the ones warming your bed at night are still me and Iri, aren’t they?”
Right.
I’d completely forgotten about Iri.
A sudden wave of embarrassment washed over me.
”Fine. Let’s do that.”
”Good, good.”
Thomas clapped his hands together in satisfaction.
”I still need to discuss this town’s future with everyone here, so can you continue on to Celsal as planned?”
After borrowing five cavalrymen and ten infantrymen from Thomas’s force, I left Kane with my carriage and the wagon carrying the Golems.
”Destroy Golems. Only. Done.”
Acting as coachman, Antony sounded completely relaxed.
To be honest, I felt the same way.
Up until we emerged from the forest roughly ten kilometers outside Celsal.
Three mounted scouts spotted us almost immediately. The moment they did, they wheeled their horses around and raced back toward the village.
”The sun’s still up, but we’re making camp here.”
The decision surprised several of the soldiers.
Speed wins battles, or so the saying goes, yet something deep inside me was urging caution.
After sunset, Antony and I left camp to scout the village ourselves.
Keeping low, we crept forward through the darkness.
”Mr. Larry,” Antony whispered, “this is bad.”
I already knew.
The moment I saw the village, a chill ran down my spine.
Roughly ten heavy cavalrymen in full plate armor were gathered inside, eating their evening meal.
”We’re pulling back,” I said immediately. “They’ve got ten heavy cavalry and another five light cavalry carrying bows. Even with the Golems, we won’t win if they stay in formation. We return to Kane and request reinforcements.”
Antony tried to relay my warning, but Pamela ended up translating the urgency for everyone else.
A large man stepped forward.
It was Oswald, the burly soldier acting as the group’s leader.
”If enemies that dangerous are here, we have to strike first,” he growled. “If they march on Yoghes, our families are at risk. And if the village has already been attacked, then every moment we waste makes things worse.”
Pamela turned toward me.
”What do you think, boy?”
I gathered everyone’s attention with a clap.
”Fine. We’ll launch a night raid.”
Several soldiers straightened immediately.
”But listen carefully. They’re heavily armored, well-equipped, and they outnumber us. If we charge in blindly, we’ll lose.”
The group fell silent.
”I’ve got a plan that will make the best possible use of our Golems.”
I crouched down and drew a rough map in the dirt.
”Gather around. I’ll explain the operation.”
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Summary:
Thomas’s small, disciplined force infiltrates the town of Cain to eliminate the Haritz leadership. The protagonist successfully navigates the perilous wall and confronts the disgraced Marc von Haritz, discovering that his “slavery” is a ruse for an ongoing plot to restore the House of Haritz. The chapter ends with the revelation of the military advisor Adam von Riemenschneider’s mastermind role, leaving the fate of the captive Haritz inner circle unsettled.
Larry and his allies strategize regarding the political future of the conquered Kane estate, specifically focusing on the redistribution of the local widows and the care of the lord’s orphaned daughter. Larry and his small force then move to scout the nearby village of Celsal, where they discover a significant enemy force including heavy cavalry. The situation forces Larry to shift from a planned simple assault to a tactical night raid involving his Golems to avoid a potential massacre.
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Trivia:
The cargo wagons lacked bearings, contributing to the slow march.
Marc von Haritz was demoted to a slave but kept his noble lineage intact as a secret heir.
The woman Manuela Moritz has historical ties to the Universal Church through her merchant family.
Henrietta’s death and the birth of Angelica are significant psychological scars for the protagonist.
The Golem operation by Manuela was a diversionary tactic for submission.
The local custom for widows in Strock Village involves marriage to the late husband’s brother.
Thomas intends to leave the Kane territory under the governance of the lord of Yoghes.
The Golem users encountered so far lack formal combat training, including the Kane mage.
Celsal’s defensive infrastructure relies on stacked wooden fences rather than dense logs.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Thomas – Thomas Bauer is a hulking, middle-aged Schuberitz Major with a wrestler build, red face, and scalp burns. Serving as a pragmatic mercenary and spear-wielding commander under a suspended death sentence, he oversees Valfin logistics and balances tribal dynamics. Cold, calculating, and manipulative, he acts as Larry’s intermediary and handles diplomatic groundwork to influence local politics. He now leads an offensive to consolidate Cain territory, consulting Larry’s group on his ambition to declare independence and establish his own lordship.
• Cain – A town serving as the enemy’s home base.
• 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.
• 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 Cain estate.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Lomas – The Lord of Cain. He is described as blonde, bald, obese, and sporting a goatee. The lord of Cain whose relationship with the Haritz remnants has become increasingly strained.
• Yurgis – The eldest son and steward of the Cain family who openly clashes with the Haritz military advisor. The steward of Cain. He is described as blonde with long hair, tall, and clean-shaven.
• Riemenschneider – A rebel leader from the Haritz remnants who surrenders unconditionally once his elite heavy infantry and golem support are destroyed.
• Fabian – A clerk for Haritz. He is short, blonde, and wears clerical robes. An administrative figure within the Haritz faction who dresses in clerical attire.
• Werner – A cousin of the Marquis who is responsible for financial matters within the Haritz faction. The financial officer of Haritz. He is dark-haired, bald, obese, and has sideburns.
• Adam – A military advisor for the Haritz faction who frequently clashes with the Cain family steward. A military strategist and advisor stationed in the village of Celsal, suspected of setting traps for Larry’s forces. The military advisor to the Haritz faction. He has long silver hair, is tall and muscular, and has a scar on his face.
• Larc – The leader of the Haritz remnants who suffers from leprosy and conceals his face with a silver mask. The ringleader of the Haritz elements. He is described as having a silver mask, medium build, and curly auburn hair.
• 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.
• Amber – An object or entity that receives mana infusion from Pamela, serving as a vital source of Mana to power the Golems.
• Bizan – The Bizan family name, held by the Viscount. He is the lord of the territory and owner of the castle built within the Danube River.
• Nico – Met during the journey to the Imperial Capital, Teressa (she/her) is a petite, silver-haired, mana-less Strock Village resident. Formerly a practical yet anxious Bizan worker, she survived an assault by Marc von Haritz and was rescued by Larry, now her romantic partner and father of her expected child. Harritz’s granddaughter and Marie’s confidante, she is also cousin to the Marquis’s captive.
• Marc – The second son of a noble family and curly-haired, medium-built grandson of the former Marquis Haritz. Reduced to a slave while retaining his lineage, he is known for riding into the Magic School courtyard in a mask and performing a dogeza apology.
• 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.
• Mana – A non-commissioned officer and liaison who previously had their mana drained by Larry.
• Marquis – An elderly nobleman with a volatile temper. His face turns beet-red when insulted, and he is quick to abandon formal deliberation in favor of a violent resolution via duel.
• Manuela – A mage with long black hair who attended the Bizan Magic School after failing her entrance exam at Nurnhügel. A mage with long black hair who attends the Bizan Magic School after failing her entrance exams for Nurnhügel. A woman who arrived with the maids and remains in the household. The wife of a Marquis, recently caught up in the distribution of women following the recent conflict.
• Marie – Larry’s sharp-tongued Strock Village partner is a Magic Academy student, lab employee, and postpartum manager on maternity leave raising her child in the Royal Capital. Ange’s mother, Darina’s peer, and Manuela’s former Bizan Magic School friend, she keeps hair as a talisman. She issued the request for Kenze to kill the protagonist, who is actually her husband sharing a close, affectionate bond.
• Henrietta – Late wife of Larry and former Royal Magic Academy research student whose displaced consciousness became a parasite inside her daughter’s body. Assasinated by Bizan Magic School’s former Principal post-rebellion, she is remembered for her large bust size compared to a local noble daughter. Known for her degenerate nature, she eagerly awaits Larry and used to own Pamela, who identifies her by scent.
• Angelica – The eldest daughter of the protagonist, currently a toddler.
• Ange – Angelica Novakova is the three-month-old eldest daughter of Larry, Marie, and Henrietta, born during the Haritz Rebellion. Though formally a young infant, she is already described as a toddler showing signs of early development.
• Pamela – An arrogant yet composed petite Elf mage, academy student, and Larry’s teasing Primary Wife. Hiding her ears and a slave crest under elegant white Gothic Lolita fashion, she has an aristocratic bearing and speaks in a refined samurai register. As a loyal companion, mediator, and Arsenal Bureau logistics head, she uses high magical aptitude, memory manipulation, and mind-reading for Golem operations and interrogations. Highly assertive, possessive, and blunt, she challenges Larry’s boundaries with historical anecdotes while fueling rumors of being his slave.
• Larry – A 14-year-old Japanese reincarnated soldier, Golem pilot, and cynical Schuberitz academy associate professor masquerading as salt merchant’s son Roberto de Calimen. Dark-haired and resembling an infant Griselda, this pragmatic, overworked Fifth Sage candidate commands a frontier carriage party. Married to Marie, acting as Pamela’s companion, and facing political proposals, he hides vulnerability behind tactical detachment.
• 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.
• Iri – A thirteen-year-old fisherman and steward’s daughter sold to Larry, who considers settling down with her by the sea. Soft-featured yet physically developing, she lives at Larry’s base, learning mana control (Level 4 potential) while navigating awakening desires. Highly persistent about staying by his side, she trains with Yoghess’s local defense forces to maintain fishing tools and pilot golems.
• Antony – A nineteen-year-old coachman, guide, and horse caretaker who serves as Larry’s blunt, observant assistant. The son of fur-trading merchants, he is an intelligent youth trained for trade who also acts as an interpreter. He provides the party with vital tactical information on local gates and skilled navigation through the frozen river area.
• Oswald – A burly cavalry leader who fiercely protects his family and the soldiers he trained under Thomas. Known for his intense fighting spirit, he previously led Team D during Cain’s capture and now commands the troops accompanying Larry. In battle, he charges aggressively on horseback wielding a spear, but is ultimately overwhelmed by enemy infantry.
• 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.
• Tim – Jarek Dvorak, 14, the village’s eldest son and recent graduate, has short dark hair, a lean build and thoughtful eyes. He arrived in Obernbach with his father, watches the Golem’s arrival with trepidation, and, as a sugar‑beet cultivator from a family that refines sugar, boasts of pleasures in the district. A carefree, slightly reckless friend of Larry’s.
• 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.
• Moritz – The family name Moritz, belonging to Manuela.
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