Volume 3 Chapter 38 Old man
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
When I returned from the ship, I found the entrance to the Viscount’s Palace packed with visitors. The crowd around the front gate was so dense that I gave up trying to push through and circled around to the rear entrance instead, making my way into the main hall from there.
”Aren’t the greetings scheduled for tomorrow’s ceremony?” I asked, already regretting whatever awaited me inside.
”That is not how this works, my Lord,” the Duke’s butler replied with flawless formality. “It would be highly irregular to postpone such proceedings.”
By the time I stepped into the hall, I understood exactly what he meant.
The place was packed shoulder to shoulder with local lords, merchants, and petitioners, all eager for a chance to be seen. Town guards struggled to keep them behind ropes, yet the moment I climbed onto the dais, a wave of cheers swept through the room. The enthusiasm sounded less heartfelt than practiced.
I took my seat while Duke Igor, Lord Gildas, and Minister Kirsi arranged themselves behind me with the quiet confidence of veteran statesmen. In front stood Kenze, Katri, and Pia, forming a wall between me and the crowd.
Then the tributes began.
Some brought eels. Others presented spun wool, hunting trophies, or local goods. More than once, however, trembling young girls were led forward with ropes around their necks.
My stomach tightened.
While Katri recorded each offering in her ledger, Pia accepted the ropes and guided the girls toward the rear of the hall. For a brief moment, I caught a flicker of hesitation on her face.1 It vanished almost immediately as she returned to her duties.
”Is this really standard practice?” I muttered.
”It is, my Lord,” Katri replied quietly. “I shall ensure they are processed according to the established protocols.”
The procession seemed endless.
One petitioner complained about a border dispute. Another demanded support against a neighboring town. A third openly requested permission to retaliate after a raid.
”The town next door attacked us. We’re planning to burn them down. Please look the other way.”
Duke Igor handled each case with cold efficiency, directing them toward written petitions and formal procedures. Even so, many lingered, hoping to secure a few moments of personal attention from me.
”You’re persistent,” Kirsi snapped at one particularly stubborn noble. Her voice cut through the noise of the hall. “Do you truly wish to provoke the Grand Duke on a day of celebration? Leave now, or I shall have you removed.”
That was when I finally understood my role here.
Most of them barely looked at me as a person. Their eyes wandered toward Pia, lingered on Katri, or settled on Kenze’s dark skin with open curiosity. They only turned their attention to me when they wanted something. What mattered was not who I was, but the authority they believed I possessed.
Near one side of the hall, Sanna, the last daughter of the late Lord of Cain, entertained a circle of guests alongside her maids. She was thirteen, the same age as Iri, and carried herself with remarkable composure.
”It is a pleasure to see you, honorable guests,” Sanna said with a bright smile. “Please, do enjoy the refreshments.”
I watched her for a moment longer than I intended.
She greeted visitors with perfect courtesy, moving through the crowd as though nothing were wrong. Yet the more I watched, the harder it became to ignore the reality before me. Her family was gone, their lands now under my authority, and tomorrow she was supposed to marry me.
We had never even held a proper conversation.
The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth.
The atmosphere changed completely when the final guest was announced.
Viscount Veresk, a border lord from the Empire of Rus, entered the room looking as though he had not slept in days. Fear clung to him so visibly that even the crowd sensed something was wrong.
”I have a matter of grave urgency,” he said.
The reception ended immediately.
We withdrew to the round table, bringing Thomas into the discussion. As soon as the doors closed behind us, the Viscount began speaking. His voice trembled throughout the report.
”Moscow has fallen.”
The words settled over the room like a weight.
”Subutai’s army. The Boltechino. They reached the gates.” He swallowed hard. “Two hundred thousand people were beheaded.”
No one spoke.
”They did not stop with the city,” he continued, his eyes wide with lingering horror. “Every village they encountered was burned. They lured our knights into traps and destroyed the relief forces. When reinforcements finally arrived, siege engines shattered the city’s defenses. Afterward…”
His voice faltered.
”They stacked the heads. A mountain of them. Ten meters high and a hundred meters across. They used it as a barricade.”
The room remained silent.
At last, he looked around the table.
”I need you to accept my people as refugees. If they continue south, my territory will be next.”
I wanted to laugh, scream, or simply walk away.
Instead, I sat there listening to plans for a refugee crisis while preparing for a wedding that would take place tomorrow morning.
Beside me, Thomas remained unusually quiet.
”Viscount,” he said at last, “when did they start burning the villages?”
”About half a month ago. Before mid-October.”
Thomas nodded slowly.
”Then they aren’t planning to stay.”
The Viscount stared at him.
”What?”
”It is barley harvest season,” Thomas explained. “If they intended to hold the territory through winter, they would have waited until the crops had already been collected.”
The Viscount blinked.
”You think they’re leaving?”
”They aren’t conquerors this time,” Thomas said. “They’re raiders. They burned the villages because they had no interest in governing them. They took what they wanted, slaughtered enough people to leave a lasting memory, and now they’re heading east to spend the winter somewhere more comfortable.”
A collective breath escaped the room.
The immediate panic eased, but the larger problem remained.
If Thomas was right, they would return eventually.
Someone needed to see the aftermath firsthand and learn exactly what kind of enemy we were facing.
”I’ll go.”
The decision left my mouth before I could reconsider it.
”With all due respect, my Lord,” Duke Igor said, a faint spark appearing in his eyes, “you are the Grand Duke. You do not lead scouting parties.”
I opened my mouth to argue.
”However,” he continued smoothly, “a diplomatic visit to Frontier Count Pugachev would be entirely appropriate. You could deliver a personal letter while observing conditions along the frontier. Such a mission would provide excellent justification for your presence.”
I stared at him.
He had somehow turned a massacre into a diplomatic opportunity.
”Fine,” I said at last. “But if I’m going, I’m bringing my own people.”
”Of course,” Igor replied with a perfectly diplomatic smile. “We shall have the transit papers prepared by morning.”
Tomorrow was shaping up to be a very long day.
For the journey, I intended to bring six people with me: Iri, who would operate the Type 20 Golems; Pamela as our healer; and, for protection, the familiar Yoghess pair Panu and Samuri, both skilled archers, along with Antony.
”You’re not taking Kenze?” Duke Igor asked, clearly surprised.
There was a reason I had left her off the list. Anything connected to the Boltechino stirred memories she would rather bury, and I had hoped to spare her from that.
”It’s fine,” she said before I could explain. “Take me with you.”
I advised her to remain behind. She refused.
”You don’t have enough bodyguards as it is.”
The discussion went nowhere. Kenze had made up her mind long before speaking, and I doubted anything I said would change it. In the end, I relented. After all, I had already convinced myself that the Boltechino were probably gone.
”All right. I should go inform the old men.”
Leaving the Grand Principality’s senior officials behind, I headed toward the section of the Viscount’s Palace where the Fourth Sages were staying.
”Is it truly appropriate for the Grand Duke himself to travel there?” one asked the moment I entered.
”And what of the New Continent?” another added.
Yes. Exactly.
The objections were predictable.
Unfortunately, I was not in the habit of accepting orders without question. If the Children wanted something from me, they would need a better argument than that.
”Could the Major not handle it?” I asked. “Or perhaps the Veronia Second Lieutenant?”
Both suggestions were dismissed immediately. Each supposedly had responsibilities that could not be abandoned, and according to the sages, there was no one else suitable to meet Frontier Count Pugachev.
The compromise was simple enough.
Before setting out, I would confirm the situation using a fixed-wing drone2. My existing models had been pushed well beyond their intended limits, so I pressed for a replacement. If they wanted results, they could at least provide proper equipment.
Fortunately, Helbert’s representative seemed to agree with Thomas’s assessment that the Boltechino had already begun moving east. That made the immediate danger considerably smaller.
”Return within two months,” he said. “I’ll meet you at Bryachislavichi Port. And do not fail to come back.”
A two-month round trip was unrealistic given the distances involved, but there was little point arguing. Even an intelligence organization backed by a major power had blind spots, especially when it came to foreign geography.
Then a thought occurred to me.
Information on the Boltechino was valuable. Incredibly valuable.
That likely explained why negotiations went so smoothly. By the end of the discussion, I had secured a new remote-controlled fixed-wing drone, authorization to deploy the Type 98 Golems, and even permission to bring the elderly mechanics along as maintenance personnel.
”Take this as well.”
Helbert’s man handed me a newer model coilgun, the same type the old women used to carry. Attached to the belt were four red cartridges, two yellow, and two black. Red for lethal force, yellow for suppression, and black for graphite rounds.
The familiar weight at my side was reassuring.
Even so, a small part of me could not shake the feeling that every road somehow led back to me.
Whenever a difficult task appeared, people found a way to place it in my hands.
Old habits die hard.
Once I accepted a responsibility, I found it difficult to leave it alone.
That night, I stepped outside to inspect the carriage.
It had traveled thousands of kilometers already, and yet the stubborn thing somehow kept going. A ruler probably should not be crawling around beneath a wagon in the dark, but nobody else in the country understood ball bearings. That left the work to me.
I greased the moving parts, checked the axles, and inspected the horseshoes one by one.
Tomorrow, the Type 98 Golems would stand beside the Viscount’s Palace as a display of national prestige. The wagon carrying them was parked nearby.
I had experienced the Type 98 through the Major’s perspective long ago, but I had personally operated only the Type 95 and Type 20.
”Iri’s the one who’ll be piloting them anyway,” I muttered.
A burst of laughter drifted through the darkness.
”Hee-hee-hee. Look at you, lad.”
”Hear that? A Grand Duke now.”
”Still dressing like a stable hand.”
I sighed.
”You hags.”
”Oh my, did you hear that?”
”A year ago he called us ‘sister.’”
”Power changes a man.”
I glanced down at my clothes. Between the grease and dust, they were hardly fit for polite company.
”Mind your own business. And where are the other two?”
The laughter faded.
”They became stars.”
”Left us behind.”
For a moment, nobody spoke.
The missing mechanics had always seemed indestructible. It was difficult to imagine them gone.
Then one of the women lifted a bottle.
”Enough of that. Come have a drink.”
The mood shifted again.
Soon they were teasing me as relentlessly as ever.
”Lad, why not give this old hag one final thrill before the journey?”
The frightening part was that I genuinely could not tell whether she was joking.
The conversation eventually turned toward Iri.
”She’s a good girl.”
”Called us hard workers.”
”And somehow she likes you.”
Their grins widened.
”Though you’ve still failed to make a move.”
”At your age.”
”Pathetic.”
I buried my face in my hands.
Who would willingly stay for this?
Apparently, me.
We drank deep into the night, trading increasingly ridiculous stories until I finally returned home.
The next morning, I dressed for the ceremony.
The outfit consisted of tights, a long-sleeved blouse, and a vest, all hidden beneath the elaborate coat King Heinrich IV of Schweilitz had sent me. Gold and silver thread ran across the fabric, while colorful ornaments hung nearly to the floor.
”Does it look strange?” I asked.
”Not at all,” Katri replied. “You look magnificent.”
I wished she had shown slightly less enthusiasm with the hair oil. My slicked-back hair felt as though it had been lacquered into place.
Well.
Time to march onto the battlefield known as a coronation.
As I crossed the grounds, Sanna spotted me.
For an instant, our eyes met.
Then she covered her mouth. Her expression barely changed, but the corners of her eyes curled into crescents before she hurried away.
”Please rise, Grand Duke.”
As I stood, the weight of my clothing settled onto my shoulders.
Part of it came from Heinrich’s ceremonial coat. The rest came from the coilgun concealed beneath it.
”If you pull this string, the barrel assembly should detach.”
According to Lord Al Gildas of Yoghes, a few guests were known troublemakers, while others opposed the Grand Principality outright. Precautions were necessary.
The coat contained hidden chainmail protecting vital areas. It offered excellent protection at the cost of mobility. Swinging a sword while wearing it would have been nearly impossible.
I kept a yellow suppression cartridge loaded in the coilgun.
Just in case.
Dressed in enough metal and fabric to make walking awkward, I left the house and entered the Viscount’s Palace.
I had never asked for any of this.
Yet here I was.
My second life was absurd, complicated, and constantly exhausting.
Strangely enough, I did not hate it.
I stood alone on the balcony overlooking the first-floor hall.
The bells rang.
A document bearing an imperial decree was placed into my hands, and I read the text aloud.
The language sounded like ancient Sámi. I could pronounce the words, but their meaning escaped me completely. It felt like reading sounds without understanding the message behind them.
When I finished, Lord Al Gildas approached.
I knelt.
”We, the speakers of the Finnic-Sámi tongue, do hereby crown Larry von Fee as our leader. Let us gather beneath the banner of the Fee Grand Principality and proclaim our glory together.”
The crowd erupted.
”Grand Duke! Grand Duke!”
A small crown was placed atop my carefully oiled hair.
Careful not to knock it loose, I rose and walked to the edge of the balcony. When I spread my arms toward the crowd below, a roar shook the palace itself.
Is this really all right?
For some reason, I almost laughed.
If I was already drinking poison, I might as well finish the cup.
From there, I descended to the throne beneath the balcony. One by one, the principal lords swore their oaths of fealty. Following tradition, I tapped each shoulder twice with the flat of the Treasure Sword.
The ceremony reminded me of the day Hans-niisan became village head.
By the time the final oath was complete, the smell of roasting meat drifted in from outside the gates. A feast had already begun.
The formalities, however, were not finished.
Greetings from foreign dignitaries came next, followed by the reading of gifts.
The order was strict: the Empire of Rus, the Finnic Chieftain, the Kingdom of Schweilitz, and finally the Proton Order.
I sat upon the central throne.
To my left sat my sister-in-law, holding Reinhardt on her lap to emphasize the line of succession. Across from them sat Sanna, soon to become my wife, alongside Ellie, Duke Igor’s daughter and the mother of my unborn child.
Behind us stood Kenze and the leading figures of the Grand Principality.
That was when I learned that one of the girls presented to me as a gift was the daughter of the Finnic Chieftain.
I had no idea how to respond to that revelation.
Later, when Schweilitz’s contribution was announced—a shipment of new Golems and maintenance equipment—a murmur swept through the crowd.
The ceremony continued without incident.
Until the final delegation approached.
The Proton Order.
Something felt wrong immediately.
The group consisted of a bishop and three monks, yet the bishop looked remarkably young.
Coming from a sixteen-year-old Grand Duke, that was saying something.
A bishop should have been a pillar of the Order. Advancement was earned rather than inherited, and this man looked barely twenty.
Quietly, I pulled the release string on the concealed coilgun and slipped one arm free from my sleeve. My left hand settled around the mana-control grip beneath the cloak.
”We are from the Proton Order,” the bishop announced. “We offer our congratulations on your accession as Grand Duke, His Majesty Larry von Fee.”
A harmless greeting. Too harmless.
The next instant, the bishop drew an estoc hidden within his ceremonial staff.
One monk snapped the gift tray in half, revealing a concealed blade within its frame. Another already had a fireball forming in his palm.
Assassins.
I poured mana into the coilgun. A dry crack echoed through the hall.
Hundreds of suppression needles burst from beneath my cloak.
The false bishop and two monks collapsed immediately, clawing at their faces.
The last attacker seized the estoc and charged.
Time slowed. The blade thrust toward me.
I twisted, bringing up the coilgun to deflect it—
—and something slammed into my shoulder from behind.
My balance vanished. The estoc missed me.
Instead, it struck someone else.
”Fool,” I whispered. “I could’ve avoided that.”
I twisted around.
”Lord of Yoghes!”
The blade had punched straight through his chest.
For a brief second, everything froze.
Then the world snapped back into motion.
Thomas crashed into the assassin, seized him by the head, and drove him into the ground hard enough to shake the dais.
”Pamela! Heal him!”
Pamela rushed forward. One glance told her everything.
The strike had pierced the heart.
Lord Al Gildas’s cloudy eyes drifted toward me. Even through the pain, he forced his lips to move.
I dropped to my knees and pressed my ear close.
”I leave… this nation… in your hands…”
His voice was barely more than a breath.
Even so, every word struck with unbearable weight.
For a few seconds longer, his body clung stubbornly to life.
Then the strength left him.
The hall seemed impossibly quiet.
Kenze stood frozen nearby, unable to intervene once the old lord had thrown himself into the attack.
If I had reacted faster.
If I had moved a fraction sooner.
If I had seen through the deception earlier.
My hands trembled.
The weight crushing my chest became impossible to bear.
Somewhere in the hall, a raw, broken scream echoed through the silence.
Only after several seconds did I realize it had come from me.
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Summary:
The protagonist returns to his palace only to be swarmed by opportunistic local lords offering tributes of goods and human captives. Amidst the superficial ceremony, Viscount Veresk delivers horrific news of a massive massacre committed by the Boltechino army in Moscow. The group deduces the invaders are seasonal raiders rather than permanent conquerors, prompting a strategic decision to investigate. The protagonist is manipulated into accepting a dangerous scouting mission under the guise of delivering a diplomatic letter to Frontier Count Pugachev.
The protagonist prepares for his coronation as Grand Duke while organizing a party for a dangerous diplomatic mission involving the Boltechino threat. Despite his reservations, he is pressured by allies to lead the mission and secures upgraded tech for the journey. The ceremony proceeds with grand pageantry until a group from the Proton Order attempts to assassinate him during the final greeting.
The protagonist is caught in a sudden, lethal attack where time appears to slow down. An older individual, the Lord of Yoghes, intervenes and sacrifices himself to save the protagonist. Following the immediate emotional aftermath and the victim’s final request, the protagonist is left reeling in self-loathing and regret.
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Trivia:
Sanna is the last daughter of the late Lord of Cain.
The protagonist has a past romantic complication with Duke Igor’s daughter, Emmy.
The protagonist gained knowledge of Rus through personal instruction by Pamela and Katri.
The Boltechino’s strategy involves baiting knights into ambushes and using siege engines for total destruction.
The protagonist is a former corporate salaryman reincarnated into this role.
The protagonist personally maintains his own carriage because no one else understands ball bearings.
Kenze becomes mentally unstable specifically when the Boltechino are involved.
The protagonist’s coat contains concealed chainmail for defense.
The protagonist uses a coilgun.
The weapon used by the enemy is an estoc.
The Lord of Yoghes is aware that the brain continues to function after cardiac arrest.
The protagonist’s internal guilt stems from his belief that he could have dodged the fatal blow himself.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Katri – A composed Moscow Maid School graduate, she serves at the Viscount’s Palace as the protagonist’s forward romantic partner, local informant, disciplinarian, and administrative caretaker who manages ledgers, assists with coronation prep, and bore his child. Bound to Sanna and Larry, she hides a nurturing core beneath a penchant for shibari, co-caring for war orphans while linked to Earnest.
• Kenze – A muscular, dark-skinned Amazonian warrior and former Tashkurgan agent, she travels as a Frontier Count’s subordinate and the Grand Duke’s loyal protector. Adorned in a niqab and slave crest, this blunt, sharp-tongued combatant balances fierce loyalty to her allies—including Earnest, Teressa, and Larry—with a confrontational demeanor. Though mentally unstable near the Boltechino, she is a fierce guardian.
• Kirsi – Formerly the Town Guards Commander of Cain, the newly appointed Minister of State is recognized for her sharp, intimidating demeanor and commanding presence. She transitioned from overseeing the town’s defense to holding a key position in governance, maintaining the same disciplined and formidable approach that defined her leadership within the guards.
• Igor – A composed, multilingual Duke of the Bryachislavichi line and son of the Frontier Count, this former imperial hostage rules Polotsk as a high-ranking diplomat and Minister of Justice. Calmly manipulative, he oversees funeral arrangements and political intrigues. Wary of Schweilitz, he serves as the protagonist’s mentor, orchestrating their future while managing his affairs through his trusted butler.
• Pia – A naive, buxom Nurnhügel mage who manages logistics and mapping, she now struggles with aging and slower reactions, making golem piloting difficult. Clad in a hooded robe and silk ensemble, this telepathic submissive is a companion to Thomas, a partner to Larry, and one of the protagonist’s lovers. Despite her bold, perverted imagination, she remains insecure and prone to low confidence.
• Sanna – The youngest daughter of the late Lord of Cain and an associate of Thiele von Yoghess, she inherited her father’s estate and receives gifts from the King. Though she maintains a composed, cheerful facade at diplomatic functions, she holds authority over Katri—whose expedition she denied—and is betrothed to the protagonist as his future wife.
• Cain – A remote town serves as the home base for a Grand Duke—the protagonist concerned for his son and world politics—and his loyal Minister of State, a revered former town guard commander. Once a stronghold for Marque’s supporters, this settlement is now centered around the Duke’s estate, acting as a crucial hub for the enemy, geopolitical mapping operations, and intense political negotiations.
• Iri – A capable thirteen-year-old Yoghess girl, this mage-turned-golem operator serves as the protagonist’s associate and a reluctant participant in mapping expeditions. Once abducted, she now stays with Larry. Beneath her innocent, soft-featured exterior lies a terrifying, detached cruelty toward enemies, as she pilots Type 20 and Type 98 Golems with manic ecstasy while working as a fisherman and steward’s daughter.
• Veresk – A Viscount from the Empire of Rus who governs the borderlands. He brings urgent, harrowing news of a military catastrophe and the grim reality of an impending war, deeply affecting his relationships with neighboring territories as he seeks aid.
• Rus – A neighboring power deeply involved in regional politics and mediation, best known for annexing the Kingdom of Larland.
• Thomas – Thomas Bauer is a hulking, middle-aged General of the Fee Grand Principality and former professor with a wrestler build, red face, and scalp burns. A pragmatic, blunt leader, he orchestrates the revival of the Larland Kingdom while serving as the Queen’s Commander. Known for his tactical aggression and stubborn nature, he is a reliable, impulsive confidant to the protagonist, Fee, and Earnest.
• Abe – Childhood name of the Crown Prince.
• Efa – An assistant professor in Lizabel’s lab.
• 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.
• 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.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Subutai – A military commander of the Boltechino responsible for the fall of Moscow.
• Frontier – A local noble who governs a territory in the Empire of Rus, possessing sharp diplomatic instincts and a cautious approach to the magical weaponry of his enemies.
• Pugachev – The aging, short, and chubby Frontier Count of the Empire of Rus manages the fortress city of Tsaritsyn with a pragmatic, unrefined demeanor. Often seen wearing an oversized crown, he maintains a bureaucratic, wary stance toward foreigners. As a powerful, deceitful figure, he oversees a massive military force, fathered Igor, and is Ellie’s grandfather, fiercely prioritizing imperial protection.
• Yoghess – A frontier town of about one thousand residents, named after its ruling lineage. Its current lord, who shares the family name with his third son Darius, is a local ruler in the region. He maintains a strained relationship and is currently on bad terms with both Cresare and Mustobe.
• Antony – A middle-aged checkpoint official for the Grand Principality, he formerly served as a coachman, guide, and Larry’s blunt assistant. As the intelligent son of a fur merchant, he is a bilingual interpreter fluent in Rus and Larland. A tactical advisor and local fisherman, he acts as a father figure to his companions while navigating complex social circles, occasionally stirring the pot with local rumors.
• Pamela – A petite, arrogant Elf mage and logistics head, she wears white Gothic Lolita fashion to hide her slave crest. As Larry’s possessive wife, she acts as a pragmatic healer, leader, and protective mother. Beyond her role as an amber-charging specialist, she can suppress consciousness and strip mana. Recently returned from Cain, she consults on the Red Flame Ball while navigating ties to Thomas and Earnest.
• Samuri – A young, bow-proficient guard and archer from Yoghess who serves as an escort under the protagonist’s command. Despite his soft, boyish features, he has a blunt, unrefined way of speaking. He is highly skilled with a bow and arrows, frequently hunting white foxes alongside his uncle.
• Yoghes – An aged figure who acts as a martyr by taking a fatal blow intended for the protagonist.
• Panu – A slight, dark-haired youth from Yoghess who serves as a wagon coachman, escort, and bodyguard under the protagonist, having previously served under Earnest. Blessed with razor-sharp reflexes, this bow-proficient guard manages horses during intense combat and assists with local whaling operations. He is also a highly skilled archer who occasionally uses his bows and arrows for fishing.
• Pam – An escort to the protagonist who is observant and loyal.
• Fourth Sage – A wise, enigmatic, and manipulative elderly figure from Schweilitz known as the Fourth Sage. Serving as a highly perceptive political and magical advisor, they orchestrate the protagonist’s life and residential arrangements. They actively seek advice from Larry while simultaneously insisting on Larry’s crucial participation in the upcoming New Continent mission.
• 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.
• Fourth – An enigmatic and cunning figure also known as the Fourth Sage. This mysterious entity actively seeks advice from Larry while simultaneously insisting on Larry’s crucial participation in the upcoming New Continent mission.
• Sage – An elderly instructor and mentor who acts as a schemer behind the scenes. He is responsible for recommending Larry for various academic and safety-related positions.
• Veronia – A blunt, authoritative Second Lieutenant and quartermaster under Major Sonya, she leads the Golem operation with strict secrecy and military discipline. Recognizable by her pink-accented uniform, she handles procurement and accounting despite being easily flustered by new tech or alcohol. She maintains a complex relationship with the protagonist while accompanying them until they part at the Academy.
• Major – A commanding military officer with a sadistic inclination toward interrogation. She orchestrates the sessions and utilizes Telepathy to coordinate with her subordinates.
• Helbert – Lt. Col. Helbert Ougen-Sigmund is a short, stout, middle-aged Royal Army Intelligence official. A pragmatic strategist within the Schweilitz delegation, he covertly manipulates Larland’s political factions to ensure stability. Jovial yet sharp, he acts as a tribunal moderator, Robert’s stern father, and a vital information node who protects the protagonist while helping identify their children.
• Bryachislavichi – The family name associated with Prince Igor.
• Heinrich IV – The King of the Kingdom of Schuberitz. He shows a degree of mercy and personal interest in the condemned, personally addressing Alec Reinisch and granting a commutation to Okama-san.
• Schweilitz – The nation to which the protagonist is being coerced to return, a kingdom possessing an advanced magic academy and military arsenal. The protagonist fears the execution of a specific person or entity currently trapped there in an unfavorable situation.
• Heinrich – The Fourth King of Schweilitz, a former mercenary turned monk and Proton Order leader, is a ruthless ruler known for executing his own sons. While he gifts formal coats and Golems to allies and displays contradictory military tactics, he maintains a cold, calculating approach to governance. He currently holds power over the Schweilitz Kingdom, the domain to which the protagonist writes for food aid.
• 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.
• Al Gildas – The Lord of Yoghes who provides strategic and defensive advice.
• Larry – A dark-haired Grand Duke and talented 16-year-old traveler, he leads a party with golems while secretly ruling the Fee Grand Principality. Pragmatic, cynical, and manipulative, he balances political power struggles and military reform with the demands of his four wives and children. As he monitors the decline of the world and The Boltechino, he reluctantly acts as a savior while craving simplicity.
• Fee – Larry Fee Getys, a fifteen-year-old reincarnated youth and titular Duke, heads the Getys household governing Strock Village alongside Hans and Iffens. This pragmatic, telepathic protagonist navigates feudal intrigue and founds a new nation. Supported by family, including Teressa and maid Nico, his high status earns prime whale meat. Connected to Adolf and underworld structures, his lineage name aligns with the protagonist.
• 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.
• Hans – Heir to the Kessler estate and reckless Strock Village Head, this rugged, 2m, 100kg Obernbach ruffian manages local stability and protects the narrator’s family. A pragmatic, harsh leader struggling with emotional control, he clashed with Niko but deeply cares for his subordinates. He is Larry’s devoted older brother and, despite his charismatic, ruffian nature, recently became a father to twin girls.
• Reinhardt – The protagonist’s eldest son and heir is a golden-haired, blue-eyed infant. Currently in the care of his aunt, the protagonist’s sister-in-law, this baby is designated by Helbert as the future Grand Duke. As the central focus of inheritance, he carries significant political expectations and is destined to eventually assume all of his father’s responsibilities and title.
• Ellie – The youngest daughter of Duke Igor of Bryachislavichi and granddaughter of the Frontier Count, she is a refined, composed, and assertive noblewoman. Currently with child by the protagonist, she holds significant influence over political favors. A highly attentive figure, she maintains a clear romantic attachment to the protagonist and possesses high social status confirmed by royal gifts.
• 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.
• Emmy – An innocent ten-year-old maid, rookie bondservant, and sister to the protagonist in the Getys House. Though aware of her difficult situation, she remains hopeful about the future. She looks up to Larry, viewing him as a kind figure.
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