Volume 4 Chapter 4 Farce
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Do you reckon, Major, that it’s possible to keep these ‘mercenaries’—or pirates, rather—in check on a ship during its sea trial?”
I asked the Celt officer inside the carriage on the way back to the ship. I had just finished my meeting with the Duke.
For context, mercenaries are strictly prohibited in the Kingdom of Schweilitz. The reason is that after a war, armed mercenaries easily become mountain bandits. Even on battlefields with regular commanders, they steal and attack people. Rather than deal with that damage, it is better for the Kingdom to keep a standing regular army. It costs more, but soldiers are better trained. The military becomes stronger, it helps public order, and it even helps industry. It has been two hundred years since the First Sage banned mercenaries. He established the permanent regular army back then.
In the Celt Kingdom, it is the opposite. There are few regular troops; almost all are mercenaries. But the king before the current one was so strong that people called him the ‘Cruel King.’ He managed to keep them under control. The current king also has the people’s trust. Because of that, they have kept these mercenaries (pirates) in check.
I had heard that if the current King dies, the [箍 (taga)]1—the hoop holding these pirates in check—would break. Piracy could run wild, which is why I asked the Major about it.
”Negative. We have not set sail yet, so I cannot say. But, armaments will be necessary,” the Major replied. He spoke with military exactness.
Wait, a naval vessel has no armaments? I glanced at Rosa, but she looked away. As for Alan, he kept a calm face. He acted as if this had nothing to do with him.
”What kind of armaments would be necessary?” I asked.
”Well now, I… haven’t… a… clue,” the Major stated.
I nearly fell over at that.
”You don’t know?” I pressed.
This tough Major nodded firmly. Then, he began to talk about the enemy’s tactics.
”Their ships are mainly of two types. They use transport ships and combat ships.”
Transport ships rely mainly on sails for moving. They do have oars, but they use them more for steering. The combat ships, however, are long and narrow. They have many rowers and move faster than our ‘Black Ship.’ If they decide to run, we cannot catch them. Their weapons include shields, harpoons, bows and arrows, axes, hammers, and knives.
”No matter which they use, they cannot destroy the Black Ship. Their only path is to board and fight in close-quarters combat,” the Major explained.
I think he is right. They would have to board the ship to take it.
”They will approach the gunwale while shooting arrows at us. Then, they will board. Or, a transport ship might approach acting like a friend. Once docked, the soldiers hidden inside will swarm aboard.”
So they use ‘deception’ as a tactic as well. Typical pirates.
”However, our soldiers are almost entirely useless on a swaying ship. No matter how much they train, it is no use. Once the bridge is breached, it is all over.”
He said ‘useless’ twice. It clearly bothered Professor Alan of the Naval Academy. He grimaced slightly and then spoke up.
”The Black Ship handles better than standard longboats. We could just ram and sink them,” Alan suggested.
’Longboat’ seems to be the word for their combat ships. The Black Ship has several nozzles. They use the craft phenomenon (a magic technology) to push water. The ship can also reverse that water flow. By changing that output, we can even perform moves like drifting.
”Indeed, the Black Ship handles better than its size suggests. However, longboats are faster. If we head toward them, they will probably just escape. Also, their ships are built with such flexibility that a light hit would not damage them,” the Major pointed out.
It seems Celt ships are built with bendy structures. This absorbs the power of the wild northern waves. I doubt that is truly possible, but the locals say it. I cannot completely disbelieve them.
”They pack seaweed soaked in tar between the planks. The ship’s frame has some give where it is fixed to the wood.”
The Major says you must hit a longboat at a very exact angle with the front of the ship to damage it.
However, their ships have thin bottoms because of their structure. Because of this, if you throw a stone the size of a human head, it can punch a hole. Depending on where it hits, the ship might sink at once.
”Um, could you tell me the material and thickness of the ship’s bottom?” Rosa suddenly asked. Her tone was polite and professional.
”The material is mostly Orc (Oak, not the monster). As for thickness, the bottom is about this much. The gunwales are about this much,” the Major replied.
Birger Major showed the thickness of the bottom. He measured from the tip of his thumb to the first knuckle. For the gunwales, he used the tip of his index finger to the base. I suppose that would be two centimeters for the bottom. The gunwales would be six to eight centimeters.
”Understood. Then, let’s attach iron spikes to the sides of the ship. And let’s turn the harpoons used for hunting whales into fixed cannons. Even if the pirates are faster, we have the advantage in raw power. If we pierce them with the spikes and turn our prow into them, a wooden ship should scatter. The same goes for the harpoons. If we fire them and pull the wire, I think we can at least capsize them,” Rosa suggested.
What a scary woman. Come to think of it, she did not hesitate at all during the defense battle. She took down the enemy commander Geklan right away.
”But it will take time,” the Major noted.
”It’s fine. There will be no stealing until the end of May,” the Major insisted.
I asked the Major why he was so confident. He explained that April and May are herring fishing months. Because of that, neither the ships nor the men are available. Also, the sea is rough.
”The combat ships are also used for fishing. Until a while ago, many herring came to the Celt coast. But the fishing grounds moved to the west coast of Jutland and the east coast of the Albion Isles. So, they have to travel far. Because of that, all ships and men are out fishing.”
”Are the Celt people that fond of herring?” I asked.
”They use them for food, but mostly for fertilizer. The land of Celt is not rich. They dry it, powder it, and spread it on the fields,” the Major explained.
That sounds like a story I have heard somewhere. He added that after fishing, they take jobs transporting wool. They move it from the Albion Isles and Earl Holstein territory to the Nitrol region. It should be hard to gather enough hands during that time as well.
”According to what I heard, Albion and Celt aren’t on good terms,” I remarked.
”It’s not that everyone feels that way. Besides, it’s not like the royal houses are fighting. The Albion Kingdom does not have the power to fight two fronts against the Empire of Charle and the Celt Kingdom. However…” Birger Major hesitated.
”Recently, some of the nobles in the Nitrol region have started building ships.”
The Major did not say more. But perhaps a new sea power is rising, changing the power balance. Well, the existing powers probably see us in Schweilitz as the most dangerous. That might be why the Major stopped talking.
”The carriage has passed the spot from earlier,” I noted.
We passed the place where we got off the ship to go see the Duke. The ship had already vanished from the quay.
”Once you leave the territorial capital, you reach the sea in one night. So, we change ships here from a river boat to a sea boat. Since there are forms and cargo to move, we will stay here tonight,” Alan instructed.
That is fine by me.
”What is that hand for?” Alan asked me.
”I was suddenly kidnapped and brought here, so I have no money or [Bankbook]. Lend me some. I’m going to take the [Slavery]s and go sightseeing,” I declared.
If I am going to borrow money, it has to be you, Alan.
”How much?” Alan sighed.
”Ten gold coins (high-value money), perhaps?” I requested.
”Haaaah, what are you going to use it for?” Alan questioned.
”Cloaks. For me and the [Slavery]s. If we are heading out to sea, these clothes will be a bit cold, don’t you think?” I reasoned.
”There is no time to have them tailored,” Alan noted.
”I’ll search at a thrift shop,” I countered.
He was a professor—or rather, Rosa’s superior officer. He took out a money bag and pulled out ten gold coins.
”Please return them properly,” Alan warned.
”I know, it’s not like I don’t have money. Ten coins, certainly borrowed,” I confirmed.
I stacked the ten gold coins I received, counted them, and gave my reply.
”You should exchange them at the hotel,” Alan advised.
True, one gold coin is worth 100,000 Yen. A small shop might not have enough change.
”Also, do not eat the lasagna at the street stalls. The flavor is so strong you wouldn’t know if it had gone bad,” Alan cautioned.
He might have had a terrible experience. I’ll keep that in mind.
”I personally like fermented salted herring,” the tough Major said abruptly. His face softened a bit. “It’s delicious, though the smell is a bit worrying.”
”I’m not a fan. Fish is best when it’s fresh,” Rosa chimed in.
It seems they sell fermented salted herring stuffed in bread at the stalls. People have very different tastes.
We talked about that until the carriage stopped. It stopped in front of a hotel facing the busy harbor.
”We will set sail at sunrise tomorrow. Please have breakfast and gather in front of the hotel by then,” Alan commanded.
I answered “yes, yes” to the professor. Then, I headed toward the room where Pamela and Kenze were already waiting. The bellboy led us to a room facing the sea on the [Third Floor]. It seems he spent more money than I expected.
”What is with those clothes?” I remarked.
Both Pamela and Kenze were wearing the [Kuntoui] (a simple tunic) that [Slavery]s wear. It is a long piece of cloth with a hole in the middle for your head. Because of that, it is called a [Kuntoui]. They wore no underwear underneath. The sides from the armpits to the waist were just tied with a single string. It is quite a sexy look. I find my eyes drawn to Kenze’s n**ples poking through the cloth.
The room is well-heated and warm. But I still think it must be cold for them.
”This hotel is prestigious, so I was told that [Slavery]s should act like [Slavery]s,” Pamela explained quietly.
Actually, seeing these two in their [Slavery]-like clothes, I remember their usual attitude toward me. A smile breaks out on my face. It serves them right.
”It is nothing to laugh about, Master. We cannot go outside like this,” Kenze replied quietly.
”It’s kind of… lewd. Both of you,” I muttered.
The cloth isn’t see-through, but their n**ples show through the fabric. Since the cloth isn’t very long, their thighs are quite visible. It looks like their crotches might be exposed at any moment.
”Don’t stare, Master. I will attend to you tonight. So please do something about this,” Kenze urged.
”I asked the hotel staff. They said there are several thrift shops on the street behind the hotel,” I mentioned.
I had asked the bellboy earlier.
”Are you telling us to go that far in this attire?” Kenze complained quietly.
”It cannot be helped,” Pamela surrendered.
So saying, Pamela stood up.
”And the money?” Pamela asked.
”I borrowed it from Alan. I wasn’t careless,” I assured them.
Well then, no choice, let’s go. Kenze also stood up.
”Keep this for me, Master,” Kenze pleaded.
She handed me her beloved [Dagger]. Usually, [Slavery]s do not carry weapons. Or rather, it is prohibited. It seems she had hidden it in my change of clothes.
We went down to the first floor and opened the hotel’s wooden door. We started running toward the back street.
Kenze ran in front. From the edge of her scant cloth, her small bottom was visible from time to time.
Let’s do it once when we get back. We immediately entered the back street and dashed into the nearest thrift shop.
”This is no place for [Slavery]s to come,” the shopkeeper aunt grumbled.
When I entered after them, the shopkeeper aunt was complaining to Kenze.
”Shopkeeper, could you please pick out some cloaks for the three of us with this?” I requested.
”Show me the gold,” I said. The merchant woman frowned. She narrowed her eyes as she looked at the coin.
”Hmph. We get all sorts of strange birds this close to the docks. But this is the first time I’ve seen a brat dragging an Elf Mage and a dark-skinned slave girl around,” she grumbled in her thick accent.
”Not many people get to see a sight like this. You should be honored.”
”You smell like a middle-aged man, brat,” she shot back.
The woman cursed a few more times. Then, she began pulling coats from the rack. She pointed to a black cotton coat with a warm fleece lining. “It’s the latest trend,” she insisted. She matched the two slaves with gray cotton versions of their own.
”Hey, miss. This lining… is cotton popular now?” I asked.
”Oh, absolutely. Ever since a fabric shop from Viscount Bizan’s territory opened up, it’s been the talk of the town.”
I caught Kenze’s eyes. A cotton shop was the perfect cover for an intelligence agency. Kenze was a former operative for the Turkic Empire. As she worked the “undercover clerk” act in the Besanburg branch, her gaze had sharpened. She looked like a hunter.
Fleece used to be processed by human foot traffic. But with waterwheel-powered machinery, the price was finally dropping.
”I’ll take these.”
I handed over the Gold Coin (the highest value currency). She made me wait while she checked if it was real.
”A storm’s coming in around nightfall. Don’t play too hard out there,” she added. Her tone softened just enough to be a warning as she walked us to the door.
Back at the port, we wandered through the stalls. We completely ignored the lasagna vendor Alan had mentioned. We ended up with the salted herring sandwiches the hard-nosed Major loved. It wasn’t to my taste. But Pamela and Kenze devoured them with genuine delight. Then came the surprise: grilled squid tentacles. They weren’t dipped in soy sauce. They just had a simple dusting of salt. But it was enough to make me buy three skewers.
The city was divided by canals. North of the port was the red-light district. It was tempting. But with these two in tow, I reluctantly dragged my feet toward the eastern district instead.
It was a commercial hub. It was bustling with locals and harbor-crawlers just like us.
”There.”
I followed Kenze’s gaze. A fabric shop, identical to the one in Besanburg, was doing a roaring trade.
”Kauhar might be in there. Want to check?”
Kauhar was Kenze’s former superior. She’d snapped at me when I mentioned him earlier. She had warned me not to play with lives. She had her child, Zaboo, boarded at the Royal Capital’s branch. That usually kept things tense.
”Kauhar keepin’ my child, Zaboo, is a matter of clan law. It ain’t no intelligence agency matter,” she stated firmly in her street slang.
”It’s the main branch that’s the problem, right?”
”Exactly. Those people treat us—those of the ‘Tashkurgan’—like slaves.”
I didn’t know the deep politics. But Tashkurgan was a citadel city of the Amazoness, located in the heart of the Central Continent.2 Kenze’s ancestors had migrated there centuries ago. Before the city fell, it had been a vassal state of the Turkic Empire.
The “main branch” were the direct bloodline of the Amazoness. After being chased out of Tashkurgan by the Boltechino, Kenze and her kin were stuck acting as mere errand runners for those snobs.
If she felt that strongly about it, I wasn’t going to ask more. We veered away from the shop.
”Is that a theater?”
In the center of a street lined with fancy eateries, Pamela pointed to a grand stone building.
”Want to see a play?”
”I surely wouldn’t mind. I went a few times with Henrietta,” she replied in her elegant, upper-class tone.
Henrietta. Pamela’s former master. The woman who had registered herself as my wife on her deathbed. With a name like that, there was no way I could say no.
Twilight was beginning to settle. A line had formed in front of the ticket booth. But as we watched, a group of people bypassed the queue as if it were their birthright. There were few nobles in the Kingdom of Schweilitz. Still, the gap between them and the commoners was vast. Those people cutting in line were likely mere vassals or the newly rich.
”Hey, look at that man,” Kenze muttered, tugging my sleeve. Beside her, Pamela was trying hard not to laugh. I followed their eyes.
It was Onhart, the Duke’s son. And he was accompanied by an older woman.
When I’d met the Duke, Onhart had been standing beside him as a military officer. So, his house arrest must have been lifted. But to see him at the theater? And with an older woman, no less?
He looked completely infatuated. He was so wrapped up in her that he didn’t even notice us. And we’d shared food and shelter with him on the road to Rus.
”May I help you?”
It was our turn at the booth.
”Three, please.”
I scanned the price list. The clerk flatly refused. He claimed they didn’t allow slaves to enter with general admission. I wasn’t about to back down. I wanted Pamela to see this, and I was very curious about Onhart.
”The box seats allow for accompanied entry. Though, they are a bit pricey,” the clerk offered.
The clerk gestured to a separate counter. The people cutting the line were buying box seats. I handed over the money—five silver coins, fifty thousand yen. It was a price tag meant for the wealthy.
”It is in the first room on the fifth floor.”
We climbed the stairs and found our room. It wasn’t large. It had a three-seater sofa, a table, and two round stools for servants.
We were on the top floor, on the far edge. We had a view of the wings. But part of the stage was hidden in shadow. Fifty thousand yen for this? I was already regretting it.
The orchestra pit sat in front of the stage. Rows of general seating sat behind it. The walls of the theater were divided into private boxes. Kenze and Pamela were already leaning over the balcony railing. Their eyes were bright with curiosity as they scanned the theater.
”There’s Onhart,” Pamela pointed.
Sure enough, Onhart sat in a fourth-floor box diagonally opposite to ours. He was with his companion.
”Did he get married? Is that a widow?”
When we went to Rus, Lieutenant Colonel Onhart hardly breathed a word about his private life.
”Well, it ain’t a bad thing. Compared to some, it’s nothin’ to make a fuss about,” Kenze shrugged.
Kenze, was that a jab at me?
A knock at the door interrupted us. A maid entered. She set a tea set on the table and recited the house rules. Watch quietly. No shouting. No peering into other boxes. If we needed food or drink, we had to wait in the hall. For the toilet, use the chamber pot in the corner. Then, place the used cloths in the box beside it. Don’t make a mess.
She likely sized us up as “first-timers.” She finished her script without a hint of warmth and left.
”A tea set, but only one cup. They really do treat us like slaves,” Pamela grumbled. She poured herself a cup and sipped it alone.
See? This is why I told them I’d set them free.
The curtain fell, and the orchestra began tuning their strings.
”Is it starting?”
”Looks like it.”
Kenze actually looked excited.
The tuning ended, and an announcer stepped out. They had a loud, practiced voice. Tonight’s program was a double feature. First, a funny play called “Deep the Third.” Then, the main attraction: an opera named “Ferris.” They read off the cast list. This triggered cheers from the audience. But it all went over my head. I suppose they were celebrities.
The announcer retreated, and the curtain rose. Cunning, stealthy music played. A shady-looking man crept out from the wings.
Oh, this.
I couldn’t see the woman. But a high-pitched, practiced scream echoed out. The man tried to calm her. But the woman slowly became interested. Before long, she was teasing him. He took the bait, and clothes came off quickly.
The banter was sharp. It drew genuine laughs from the audience. Then, the actor actually went fully naked.
Just as the naked man tried to climb into the woman’s bed, another man’s voice boomed out.
”Master! The master has returned!”
The woman panicked. She scrambled to gather the man’s clothes and hung them in the wings. The audience erupted in laughter.
”Liza! I’m home!”
”Welcome back, darling.”
The woman rolled out of bed. She kicked the man’s forgotten shoes underneath it.
The play ended with the thief marrying the woman’s daughter. He didn’t marry the woman herself. This left the problems unresolved. It was a classic open-ended setup for the audience to chew on. It was a calculated comedy. And the audience was playing right along. But, honestly? The first scene was a bit much. Plus, the woman’s name was Liza. Professor Lizabel went by that at home. So, I couldn’t bring myself to laugh.
The curtain dropped. The orchestra played a light interlude. There was no curtain call. It was just a break before the opera.
”Why the long face? That was funny,” Kenze asked.
Kenze’s bubbly tone was starting to grate on me. Come to think of it, I bought her after that.
The music stopped. The announcer returned to explain that the next opera was based on a true story.
”Onhart looks happy,” Pamela noted. She sounded delighted.
Does he?
I leaned over the sofa, peering into his box. He was indeed holding the woman’s hand. He was laughing. Good for him.
But something else caught my eye. The box next to him. A single chair. A woman in a daringly low-cut dress and a man who looked like a butler. The man had his hand on the woman’s shoulder. He touched her bare skin.
Well, it is not exactly a crime for a butler and a lady to be cozy. But it felt… off.
I looked up one more level. The atmosphere there was not bad either. A woman was sitting on a man’s lap. They talked, laughing, occasionally kissing. That seemed normal enough.
Wait. Are these boxes for that?
As the opera began, the people who were truly invested were watching the stage. But the box seats were a different story. That butler was sliding his hand inside the woman’s bodice. They were engaged in a deep kiss. The woman on the lap had her face buried in the man’s crotch.
”Are they not aware they’re being watched?”
”No,” Pamela replied to Kenze. “Some of them are doing it because they are being watched.”
Pamela, you do not have to turn around and aim that comment at me.
”He likes that, you know. Dressing naked women in coats and taking them for ‘night walks.’ Right?”
What is with the “Right?”
”Should I take off my tunic, then?”
Kenze was playing along. The tunic revealed her entire shape. She didn’t need to take it off. She just needed to open the hem. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, anyway.
With that kind of talk going on, the opera was completely lost on me. To make matters worse, the box seats were filled with… exhibitionists? Some of them were clearly going all the way.
”Surprising. No one is going completely bare.”
Right. Even if they were clearly… intimate, nobody was fully stripped. Everyone was doing it with their clothes on. Maybe that was the local rule.
”Well then, I think I shall join in.”
Pamela tackled me, pinning me onto the sofa.
”What? I thought we were going for a ‘night walk’?”
These two… their tolerance levels are way too high. Have a little shame, for God’s sake.
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Summary:
Earnest consults with Major Birger about the threat of pirates during their upcoming sea voyage. After discussing naval tactics and the socio-political climate of the surrounding regions, the group checks into a hotel at the port. Earnest borrows money from Alan to buy clothes for his thinly-clad slave companions, setting the stage for their excursion into the town.
The protagonist, accompanied by Kenze and Pamela, wanders through a harbor city and visits a local theater to watch a double feature performance. Amidst the play, they observe the theater’s decadent box seat culture, spotting Onhart in the crowd. The scene concludes with the protagonist being accosted by his companions in their private box, leaving the situation tense and unresolved.
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Trivia:
Mercenaries are banned in the Kingdom of Schweilitz due to their tendency to become bandits.
The Black Ship uses a ‘craft phenomenon’ nozzle system for maneuverability.
Herring is a primary export for Celt and is used as both food and fertilizer.
Celt ships utilize an elastic structural design with tar-soaked seaweed between planks to handle rough northern seas.
The protagonist is “smelling like a middle-aged man,” a cryptic comment from the merchant.
The fabric shop’s cotton is a strategic camouflage for intelligence activities.
The Tashkurgan faction has a history of being vassalized by the Turkic Empire.
Kenze and Pamela are not wearing undergarments under their tunics.
The theater’s box seats appear to function as spaces for public exhibitionism.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Major – A commanding military officer with a sadistic inclination toward interrogation. She orchestrates the sessions and utilizes Telepathy to coordinate with her subordinates.
• Celt – In his twenties, this former tenant farmer and 303rd Unit militia leader is now a pragmatic, calculating Deputy Commander of the Town Guards—equivalent to a sergeant or officer—overseeing Strock Village’s fortifications. Dressed in simple work clothes, he quietly admires Teressa-san’s skill and serves as the village’s trusted gossip source, having earned his land with reward money. Once a sandal-maker and translator of Bours’s jargon, he maintains a careful working relationship with Larry while balancing political interests, embodying calm kindness beneath his disciplined exterior.
• Schweilitz – The kingdom to which the protagonist is forced to return boasts towering academy spires and a full military arsenal—Royal Army troops and elite officers. Its ruler holds a captive the protagonist fears will be executed.
• 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.
• Alan – A handsome, pragmatic Naval Academy professor and Dean of Shipbuilding who is involved in the protagonist’s current situation and technological developments. A superior to Rosa and Tura, he possesses telepathy and mana-draining abilities. While detached from daily concerns, he is a master of political maneuvering. Well-connected and wary of Baron Wilson, he assigns the protagonist as a visiting professor.
• Rosa – A 14-year-old Sabaski shipyard professor and half-Dwarf of noble descent, this cynical genius has a square build, immense mana, and psychopathic tendencies. A war survivor and drone pilot, she designs ironclad propulsion and magic-electric circuits. Now missing after being abducted, this wealthy Kure-region associate profited from the protagonist’s blueprints and actively sought their technical input.
• 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.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Birger – A middle-aged, red-haired former Celt Major with a pro wrestler’s physique, he is a Royal Capital native now serving as an Admiral and guest navigation professor at the Naval Academy. An expert in naval tactics, masts, steering, and Celt culture, this rugged officer is a trusted advisor who led the black ship fleet during the Grand Principality’s founding and knows the Norden Sea deeply.
• Geklan – A renowned enemy general and mercenary commander who relied on feigned retreats, only to be defeated and killed by Rosa during the Fifty-Three Station Defense Battle.
• Pamela – Petite Elf mage, maid, and possessive logistics chief serving her husband/protagonist Larry. Cloaked and capable of independent action, this sharp-tongued Amazoness hides a chosen slave crest beneath her white Gothic Lolita attire. Formerly Earnest’s slave, she now travels with Larry, Katri, Kenze, and Thomas’s party. She provides telepathic protection, minor healing, and intimate companionship, though currently exhausted from hunger and custody.
• Kenze – A dark-skinned Amazoness with short black hair, a niqab, and slave attire. This stoic former Takshurgan operative and intelligence expert is now Larry’s fiercely loyal guard and tactical commander. Rejecting typical slave treatment, she is deeply protective of her daughter Zaboo and uses blinding speed to shield allies like Pamela, Marie, Thomas, and Teressa.
• Pam – An escort to the protagonist who is observant and loyal.
• Master – An old master who serves as a mentor to the protagonist. He maintains a calm and pragmatic demeanor.
• Viscount – A noble of the Rus who insisted on bringing reinforcements to the defense of the city.
• Bizan – The Viscount of the Bizan family name is the lord of a territory associated with a popular local fabric shop. He owns a castle built within the Danube River.
• Besanburg – A character met by the protagonist during the journey to the Imperial Capital.
• Kauhar – An operative for the Turkic Empire intelligence agency posing as a fabric shop owner, this woman leads a group of Amazonesses and is Kenze’s former superior.
• Zaboo – The daughter of Kenze, this newborn infant was delivered from a jar-like container, named after the strongest person in her father’s homeland, and is currently cared for at a Royal Capital fabric shop by Kenze’s former superior officer. Accompanying Kenze as a constant presence, the creature shares a close bond with her companion, who looks after her alongside her caretaker.
• Boltechino – An entity that departed from Rus, this explorer traveled to discover a continent that became the birthplace of shipping trade.
• Henrietta – Deceased wife of Larry and former Royal Magic Academy researcher whose consciousness became a parasite in her daughter’s body. Assassinated by Bizan’s former Principal, this muscular, large-busted pervert and rare-named former orphan guarded the protagonist at the East Palace. Eagerly awaiting Larry, she attended Bizan’s military academy and is recognized by her former slave Pamela by scent.
• Onhart – Tall, stern, and pragmatic, the Duke’s eldest son is a demoted Major under house arrest following a Rus expedition, now posing as caravan leader Roberto de Caliman. A father figure to the protagonist (separated from Larry by a bridge collapse), he handles logistics. Recently, Larry met him during a secret theater outing where he was infatuated with a mature woman, making him a primary target for contact.
• Rus – A neighboring power deeply involved in regional politics and mediation, best known for annexing the Kingdom of Larland.
• Ferris – Granny Ferris, an ageless elf in her 30s who wears provocative black dresses, is a former Golem Battalion Commander running the village inn. A blunt flute player from a line famed for medicine and old-model, less sophisticated golems, she is a close associate of the Second Sage and the elderly woman Martin hopes to marry.
• Liza – Lizabel is a dignified, flirtatious Academy professor in her late thirties with a striking physique and scandalous private life. Also known as Liza, her name causes discomfort for the protagonist during a comedy performance. The sister of Lysan, mother of Doris, and side wife to Josef von Möller, she lives next door to investigate the protagonist, who previously escaped her household.
• Lizabel – Lizabel (Liza), a dignified, flirtatious Academy professor in her late thirties with a striking physique, researches at the Simple Magic Investigation Department. Lysan’s sister, Doris’s mother, and Josef von Möller’s side wife, her scandalous private life causes the protagonist discomfort. She lives next door to investigate the protagonist, who previously escaped her household.
• Earnest – A cynical, 40-year-old professor reincarnated as a youthful militia soldier and magic-tech expert, he uses sharp analytical skills and a pragmatic, ruthless approach to navigate a world of broken morals. Now leading a group of slaves and war orphans, his weary, compassionate core is hidden behind a tough guise. Fighting for survival, his distorted morals shape complex relationships with others.
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