Volume 4 Chapter 66 New Weir
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”I’m startin’ to get wore out, fer real,” the white-haired, broad-shouldered old man finally grumbled, letting his fatigue show.
And honestly? After fending off three goblin attacks since morning, then spotting a fourth wave of those bluish-black monsters—a group of a dozen or more—who wouldn’t be?
But if we didn’t kill them, they’d kill us.
Mr. Lubellman, the shop assistant, fired arrows in quick succession. Two found their marks in vital spots. Three more struck arms and legs.
”You little shit, let’s go.”
”Who’re you callin’ a little shit?”
I fell in behind the old man as he drew his sword, hefting my spear and charging at the remaining goblins.
We passed through the Transfer Gate and arrived at an abandoned mine tunnel on the eastern edge of the Horn Mountains. From the ghost village that had relied on that mining operation, there were two routes to the Royal Capital.
The first went through Salzheim and Seiren Village—both under direct Kingdom Office jurisdiction—then on to the capital. The roads were solid, and monster threats were practically nonexistent.
The problem? Helmut, the old man, and his assistant Mr. Lubellman both had transit permits. I didn’t.
That meant breakin’ through checkpoints. And if I got caught, the penalty was immediate head-lopping. Rough route.
The second was followin’ the river downstream.
The river runnin’ right beside the village connected to the Rhodes River, which passed through my hometown of Strock Village before emptyin’ into the Danube at the tradin’ city of Obernbach. From there, if we sailed upstream to the Royal Capital, we’d avoid almost any checks.
The problem? This route was crawlin’ with monsters. And I’d have to hide my identity from family and villagers alike.
I was likely infected with syphilis. Couldn’t go home and hold the women. Besides, I’d abandoned ’em for over two years—if they found me, who knows what they’d do. And I needed to hurry.
I personally wanted to avoid the route through my hometown.
But checkpoint-breakin’ was a capital offense, and even in direct-rule towns and villages, the authorities had eyes everywhere. The old man and Mr. Lubellman weren’t about to get dragged into that mess. So river route it was.
The old man had connections, a name, and no need to hide his identity. Mr. Lubellman was a shop assistant at Vogt’s Paper Shop—no lies needed there either.
But I was different.
”You’re gonna be an apprentice at Vogt’s. A shop boy.”
He’d probably work me to the bone just to make a point, but I had no choice.
”Mr. Garda, you got any clothes that’ll fit this little shit?”
The old man asked the dwarf who tended the Transfer Gate. Sure enough, my sailor suit and mage’s robe wouldn’t pass for a shop boy’s getup.
”Will these shepherd’s clothes do?”
During the summer, shepherds brought their mountain goats up to graze around here. They’d all returned to the lowlands by now, but apparently they left their tools and clothes behind for next year. The clothes had been washed and stored by the local granny—didn’t stink, but they were ragged.
My deck shoes were a no-go, so I got a pair of worn combat sandals too. They were fallin’ apart, so I asked for some leather scraps, repaired ’em, and adjusted ’em to fit.
”Pretty handy, ain’t you?”
The old man sounded impressed, but this was somethin’ I couldn’t forget. Back during militia training, a retired soldier named Mr. Bours had drilled it into me over and over.
After that, I was loaded with a carryin’ frame packed with food, blankets, and a short huntin’ spear.
It was the end of the dry season—the river was at its lowest. The old riverbed had turned into a path with good visibility.
The first day, we ran into Al-Miraj and Red-Eyed Wolf packs, but they kept their distance. We just stared each other down, no fightin’.
From the second day, goblins started appearin’.
They’d claimed territories this time of year, and if you stepped into one, they attacked without mercy.
Day four. Goblin attacks since mornin’.
Mr. Lubellman would blunt their charge with arrows, then the old man would charge in sword-first. I’d follow after, sometimes finishin’ off the ones the old man missed—but with the carryin’ frame on my back, I couldn’t move flashy. Mostly I just delivered killin’ blows to ones that weren’t dead yet, or collected Mr. Lubellman’s arrows.
Once we’d taken down about half the group, the goblins would retreat.
”Let’s camp around here for today.”
The old man said, watchin’ the goblins’ backs as they fled.
A good riverside spot. I set down the frame, pulled out the pot, and built a stone hearth to boil water.
By the time the water was ready, Mr. Lubellman had somehow caught enough fish for all of us. He skewered ’em and started grillin’ ’em by the fire.
I gathered edible wild herbs growin’ nearby, shaved off some dried meat, and made a soup. We had bread too, and the grilled fish with rock salt. That was dinner.
After cleanin’ up, we talked a little before bed.
The old man, predictably, told stories about his younger days—how he’d tramped through monster-infested mountain villages to source parchment made from mountain goat hide, and that stuff like today was just routine.
”But you were in the military when you were younger, right?”
It was somethin’ I’d wondered about but never asked. The question just slipped out.
”Why would you think that?”
The old man’s mood darkened instantly.
”‘Cause back in the tunnel, when I dodged your blade and got inside your guard, you hit me with the pommel. Then you tried a leg sweep. That’s someone with anti-personnel trainin’, ain’t it? You wouldn’t use that on monsters.”
The old man’s scowl deepened.
”Hmph. I’m tired. Goin’ to sleep. You two take the night watch.”
He found a sandy patch away from the rocks, wrapped himself in his blanket, and turned his back.
What a selfish old man.
But I guess there’s no helpin’ it.
”For a guy with great-grandkids, he really keeps goin’, don’t he?”
Mr. Lubellman gave a wry smile.
”He does. The Big Master…”
Just as he started to speak, the old man—supposedly asleep—half-rose and shot Mr. Lubellman a glare: don’t say anythin’ unnecessary. Then he wrapped himself up again.
What’s with this old man?
* * *
The next day brought more goblin fights, but by late afternoon they stopped. We spotted a single orc, that was it.
The followin’ day passed without incident, and we covered good ground. By evenin’, I spotted a familiar riverside.
”Hey, this way.”
I beckoned the old men and left the riverbank into the forest. Just as I remembered, there was a ghost village.
”What’s this place?”
”A village wiped out by plague six years ago. I camped here during militia training.”
The shack we’d used back then was still standin’, and the hearth showed signs of recent use—maybe a month ago, at most.
”Big Master, we finally get to sleep under a roof!”
Mr. Lubellman sounded genuinely happy.
There’d apparently been talk of resettlin’ refugees here at one point, but it seemed to have fallen through.
”So Strock Village is close, then.”
”Yeah, at this light pace, we’ll hit Rock Salt Road in under an hour. The village is just beyond.”
My mood was liftin’ as I answered the old man’s question.
”You ain’t been home in over two years, have you.”
That’s right. That’s why I can’t help bein’ excited—just the thought of seein’ the village and my house with my own eyes again…
”I hope they don’t find out, for your sake.”
Yeah, probably not. My wife Monica would definitely land a few real punches.
But I think most of the villagers would be happy to see me.
Ah.
I got too excited. The old man’s eyes had gone cold.
”Right. To get to the Royal Capital quick, we can’t have anyone discoverin’ who you are. If they do, we’ll be stuck here for days. And without formal re-entry procedures, you’re effectively an illegal immigrant.”
I knew all that. But gettin’ close to the village had made me careless—I’d nearly forgotten the seriousness of it all.
”Tomorrow, when we pass through the village, cover your face with a cloth and pretend you can’t speak. Got it?”
That night, even with a roof over my head for the first time in a while, I was too excited to sleep.
We finished breakfast early, packed up, and left the ghost village.
Someone had passed through the path to the highway recently—we made better time than expected. Surprisingly, from about the halfway point, the grass had been cut and the road maintained.
”Hey. Cover your face.”
I did as the old man said, hidin’ my face with a large towel.
”Slump your back.”
He criticized my posture. Unfair.
But yeah—someone hidin’ their face walkin’ with perfect posture would look unnatural.
I slouched as told, though it was surprisingly uncomfortable.
After a while, a dwarf I recognized was lookin’ out at the river.
Mr. Daniel, the blacksmith.
”Ho-ho-ho-ho! Well now, this is rare. Where’d you folks come from?”
Sure enough, this time of year, hardly anyone came downstream on the Rhodes River except dwarves prospectin’ for ore veins.
”We’re a paper shop from the territorial capital, dealin’ in parchment. Got lost before we could reach Salzheim.”
Mr. Lubellman spoke with his back bowed—and it actually sounded convincin’. The old man would never pull that off.
”Ho-ho-ho-ho! That must’ve been rough. The goblins givin’ you trouble, I take it?”
Mr. Daniel was headin’ out to prospect himself. Knew the land well.
Mr. Lubellman glanced at the old man, as if to say I’ll handle this. Mr. Daniel seemed to take the old man for a hired guard and was satisfied with that.
”And what brings you here, Mr. Daniel?”
”Ho-ho-ho-ho! The village built a new weir, but it ain’t holdin’ water as well as it should. Just came to check the water level.”
A new weir?
Mr. Daniel started walkin’ toward the highway, and we followed.
The river widened. And at that, the water was poolin’.
When we reached Rock Salt Road, there was a new stone weir that hadn’t been there before.
They’d dammed the Rhodes River, creatin’ a large reservoir. From here, flumes carried water toward my house and the waterwheel by the settlement.
”Such an impressive weir. Your village must be quite wealthy.”
Did they use the money in my bankbook that Marie had access to?
Well, not like I mind.
”Ho-ho-ho-ho! Not wealthy at all. Just an average village. This weir was built with money a mother and son gave their lives for.”
”Gave their lives for? That sounds like there’s a story.”
And then Mr. Daniel told me somethin’ unbelievable.
”Ho-ho-ho-ho! The Fee family has been village head of Strock Village for generations. Their eldest son, who was to inherit the position, died in battle. He left behind a beautiful widow. The third son took her as his concubine. Well, you know how customs are around here.”
That’s my story.
The story went like this—the Third son married into the Getys House, bringing that beautiful widow with him. That was fine at first. But because he had talent as a mage, he went off to Magic School. What he did there—nobody knows—but before anyone realized it, he’d become an Associate Professor at the Magic Academy.
That was me, exactly.
”Hoh hoh hoh! But all that overwork must’ve caught up with him—or maybe he committed some crime. I mean, it just don’t make sense for a Magic School student to become an Associate Professor otherwise. There were stories about arguments with nobles, court cases, all kinds of nasty rumors floatin’ around.”
Something about the old man’s demeanor was starting to feel off.
”And then, to top it all off, he was sent to the Fifty-Third Defense Battle. Nobody knows what he did there, but apparently a death sentence was handed down. We knew that much. After that, he went missing for nearly two years. Hoh hoh hoh!”
Even if it was just a verbal tic, this wasn’t exactly “hoh hoh hoh” material.
”Wait—if he was missing for nearly two years, didn’t the family he’d married into look for a new husband?”
Mr. Lubellman asked a good question. If the Getys House had taken in a new son-in-law, that’d take some pressure off me.
”Hoh hoh hoh! Well, you see—the Kingdom Office never officially declared him dead. And since the death sentence was never overturned, everyone just assumed he’d run off somewhere.”
I suppose the Kingdom Office knew I was alive all along. And sure enough, the death sentence had never been overturned. On top of that—he’d run off?
”Then one day, officials from the Kingdom Office arrived, sayin’ they’d come to collect that beautiful concubine and her husband’s child. When the Village Head asked where they were takin’ her, they said it was to a new nation up north. And since it was a diplomatic matter between nations, they couldn’t refuse at first.”
Around that point, the old man’s “Hoh hoh hoh!” habit disappeared.
”Apparently, the Third son in question had promised to offer his beautiful wife as a concubine to the new leader. The Village Head said he’d sold her off because he was drownin’ in gambling debts.”
”How terribly unfortunate.”
No. No. No. Unlike my brother, I’d never been so consumed by gambling that I’d racked up debts. And more to the point—what kind of nation’s leader accepts someone’s wife as a concubine to settle a gambling debt? Mr. Daniel, villagers, let’s think about this more rationally.
”The Village Head strongly objected, of course, and the officials were at a loss. So they brought the widow herself in for a discussion. The beautiful widow, accepting that her husband’s misdeeds were her responsibility, agreed to become a concubine. And so she was taken away to that northern nation, along with her son, with no relatives or acquaintances to speak of.”
I’m pretty sure my brother Hans made that part up.
”Once the diplomatic issue was resolved, the Kingdom Office bestowed money upon the Getys House and Strock Village.”
”So that’s how you built the new weir.”
”Hoh hoh hoh! That’s right. And the village decided to name it ‘Teressa and Reinhardt’s Weir.’”
Could you please not?!
If the village named the weir after me when I’ve been painted as the complete villain who sold his wife for gambling debts, I’d be branded for life. Even death wouldn’t save me from the villagers pointing fingers behind my back.
I wanted to shout that—I really did—but seeing the old man’s hand on his sword, I forced myself to stay quiet.
I left Mr. Daniel to observe the water levels and continued along the road. We soon emerged from the forest into a village surrounded by cultivated fields.
Near the entrance, flax grew, destined to become linen. Beyond that, barley swayed in the wind, ready for next month’s harvest. Between the fields, green manure crops spread out, set to become wheat fields in two months.
To my left, apple orchards stretched across the hill. The near half had been completely cleared for grafting—still too young to bear fruit. But farther ahead, I could see red apples dotting the trees. By the end of the month, harvest would begin, and our household would be busy making apple brandy.
In the apple orchard, two small figures moved about—seems they were spreading fertilizer. The former Kaffen sisters, now working as maids at our house.
In front of the house, a slender woman with a bad leg drew water from the flume, washing the cows. Yutia. She was still so good with animals. No matter how much of a villain the village made me out to be, she’d welcome me with kindness. At least, I hoped so.
Behind her, a large woman emerged from the house carrying something white and square. Sandra, the maid. She still had that killer figure.
I passed the intersection where the road in front of the house met the main road and entered the village square. The first thing I saw was Brother Hans—now the Village Head—talking with Mr. Bours, a former soldier who’d fathered a child at fifty, and his second wife Monica, all gathered in front of the Village Head Tower.
Crap. I quickly averted my eyes.
I hunched my shoulders and shifted my gaze to the right. Between Granny Ferris’s pharmacy and Mr. Daniel’s smithy, Emma—a slave prostitute wearing a Kuntoui—emerged carrying folded sheets.
Huh?
Now that I looked, Emma had an Amazoness build. Her childish face and disproportionately large chest tended to steal the show, but as I looked now, I noticed her narrow waist. Her rear was plump, and she had a defined waistline.
When I’d lived in the village, I’d thought she was just a cute girl—but after traveling to the Amazoness country, I could see it now. Emma was almost certainly an Amazoness. So why was she with Granny Ferris? And as a prostitute of all things?
As I stared, Emma stared right back.
Her gaze was sharp. Too sharp.
I quickly looked away. Had she figured me out?
”Senior?”
Suddenly, Mr. Bours called out to the old man.
”I knew it. You’re Senior Helmut Vogt, aren’t you? I’m Bours Debritz—the junior who got bullied all the time at the Military Academy.”
So he was a military man after all. The old man gave an awkward smile.
”You two know each other?” Monica asked.
”Remember Ms. Nico? She used to be a lady-in-waiting at the Village Head’s house. This is her grandfather,” Mr. Bours said.
Monica broke into a smile.
Just then, I heard the sound of a carriage behind me. I turned around—and Carpaccio licked my face.
Carpaccio had been cared for by Yutia before I left the village. My family’s horse. I might be able to fool people, but I couldn’t fool a horse. The beast snorted excitedly, bobbing its head up and down. I adjusted my slipping scarf, trying not to be noticed, and quietly shifted behind the old man.
”Old man—who’s the boy?” Brother Hans asked in a low voice. They’d noticed.
”Oh, this one?” The old man looked at me. “He’s my trading partner’s son. Can’t speak. I thought I might put him to work making paper.”
The old man answered lightly, but my brother didn’t respond.
Cold sweat broke out.
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Summary:
The group travels downstream through goblin territory, fighting multiple battles before reaching Earnest’s hometown. They encounter Daniel the blacksmith who reveals that the village built a new weir using money from a “mother and son” who “gave their lives” – a detail that shocks Earnest. The conversation cuts off with the revelation that the story Daniel tells is actually Earnest’s own life story, leaving the connection between the third son, the widow, and Earnest himself unresolved.
Reinhardt arrives at his village disguised, only to hear the old village head tell a wildly exaggerated story about him selling his wife as a concubine to settle gambling debts. He struggles to maintain his cover while observing familiar faces, including maids, the new Village Head (his brother Hans), and a suspicious Emma who might recognize him. His disguise is nearly blown when the family horse Carpaccio licks his face, and his brother’s pointed question about the “boy” leaves him sweating.
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Trivia:
Helmut is a former military man with anti-personnel training, evidenced by his pommel strike and leg sweep techniques.
Earnest has been away for over two years and is likely infected with syphilis, preventing him from returning to his wife.
Marie has access to Earnest’s bankbook and may have funded the new weir construction.
Daniel’s distinctive laugh pattern “Ho-ho-ho-ho” identifies his speech immediately.
The ghost village encountered on the journey was wiped out by plague six years ago.
Earnest disguised himself as a mute shop apprentice to avoid recognition.
The weir was built by damming the Rhodes River, creating a large reservoir.
The Fee family are the traditional village heads of Strock Village.
Helmut becomes agitated when Lubellman starts to reveal something about “The Big Master.”
Rock Salt Road leads directly to Strock Village and was recently maintained.
Reinhardt is the Third son of his birth family and married into the Getys House as a live-in son-in-law.
The Getys House is a war widow’s household where Reinhardt became the husband.
Teressa is Reinhardt’s wife, who was taken as a concubine to settle the alleged gambling debts.
The Fifty-Third Defense Battle is a military campaign where Reinhardt supposedly earned his death sentence.
Helmut Vogt is the old man accompanying Reinhardt, a Military Academy senior who knows Bours Debritz.
Bours Debritz is a former soldier who married Monica as his second wife and fathered a child at fifty.
Nico -san is a lady-in-waiting at the Village Head’s house and is Helmut Vogt’s granddaughter.
Strock Village is the protagonist’s home village, where Brother Hans is now the Village Head.
The village named the new weir “Teressa and Reinhardt’s Weir” based on the fabricated story.
Emma is a slave prostitute wearing a Kuntoui and has an Amazoness build.
The Amazoness country is a place Reinhardt visited, giving him the knowledge to recognize Emma’s build.
Kaffen sisters are former Kaffen family members now working as maids at Getys House.
Yutia is a maid with a bad leg who is skilled with animals and was Carpaccio’s caretaker.
Sandra is a maid with a curvaceous figure who works at Getys House.
Carpaccio is the family horse who recognizes Reinhardt despite his disguise.
Reinhardt’s disguise includes a slipping scarf that he keeps adjusting.
The old man puts his hand on his sword when Reinhardt nearly reacts to the weir naming.
The Kingdom Office officials came to collect Teressa as a concubine for a new northern nation.
The diplomatic matter between nations was resolved with money bestowed upon Getys House and Strock Village.
Granny Ferris runs a pharmacy where Emma is employed as a prostitute.
Notes:
• Lubellman – A shop clerk who watched over Larry during his recovery. He acts as a protective presence during the confrontation with his master. A young man who works as a shop assistant for the Vogt family. He is approximately twenty years old and speaks with a refined, polite tone.
• Ho – Ho is the family name of Oliver, a 17-year-old deck crew member and comrade of the protagonist. As a member of the military unit that defended Garao Village, the young man was ultimately murdered during a night watch, slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Helmut – A large, tall novice soldier with a flushed red face and a mane of white hair. He owns the Vogt shop, wields a magnificent two-handed Royal Army sword, and wears leather armor. Prone to complaining and fierce-tempered, he possesses an intimidating presence, capable of incapacitating foes with one blow. As Nico’s grandfather, he demonstrates lethal intent to protect his granddaughter’s future.
• Vogt – The Vogt family name, carried by Helmut and Nico. The family has business dealings with the Magic School regarding parchment supplies. The Vogt family name, carried by Nico and Helmut. The family operates a prominent paper and parchment shop located along the Danube River.
• Bours – Tall, scarred 46-year-old human yeoman, Western Front captain, Council member, and Vod Fortress mentor who heads the 303rd Militia. He is married to Sheeta-san, has two sons, and wears a faded uniform. A former military trainer remembered for first telling Earnest about Androgynos, he manages orchards, saved Larry and Rudy, and shared intel on Royal Army research with acquaintance Debritz.
• Wolf – The family name carried by Adolf, the influential underworld figure who controls the secret establishment visited by the Lieutenant Colonel.
• 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.
• Master – An old master who serves as a mentor to the protagonist. He maintains a calm and pragmatic demeanor.
• Monica – One of the women in Earnest’s history, this dark-skinned, sun-tanned, slender 15-year-old with a missing front tooth was his tomboyish, free-born concubine and sister-in-law. Tied to Larry’s countryside home, she was his strong-willed wife at 13, bore twins including Alisa at 14, and wet-nursed niece Maria. Widowed at Vod Fortress, her demise remains a source of concern for him.
• Daniel – White‑haired dwarf with a thick mane, over 100 years old, migrated from Kiridal’s southern mines to Strock Village, where he runs a blacksmith shop opposite Granny Ferris. A jovial, blunt master of metalwork and carpentry, he also exterminates monsters, serves on the council, teaches that a strong grip fuels mana, and is famed for his trademark laugh and marimba at weddings, using glossy coal in his forge.
• Marie – Larry, an authoritative Kiridal professor with a mage’s build, is one of the women in Earnest’s history. Isabella’s niece from Strock Village and Darina’s peer, this former Weasels leader runs a lab and works with the Arsenal Bureau. She manages the protagonist’s home economics in the Capital and, despite warmly loving her husband Kenze, remains a potential romantic partner.
• 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.
• Fee – Larry Fee Getys is a 15-year-old reincarnated youth and titular Duke. Pragmatic and telepathic, this sharp-eyed young man leads the Getys household and rules Strock Village alongside Hans, Iffens, Teressa, and their maid Nico. While building a new nation, he enjoys prime whale meat and maintains crucial connections to Adolf and various underground networks.
• Getys – Larry Fee Getys is a rugged Strock Village youth, military researcher, and village leader who inherits family forest lands. Born to the Bizan noble Getys clan—including father Hardy, brother Denis, and sister Teressa—he was raised by aunts Alisa and Monica. While his noble lineage clears him of guilt, he constantly grapples with mobilization duties and deep personal dilemmas.
• Village Head – The elderly leader of Balsheni Village who previously sold furs in Obernbach. The elderly leader of the village and grandfather to Marie. The leader of the village who orchestrates Larry’s integration into the family.
• Hans – Rugged 2m, 100kg Obernbach ruffian, Kessler heir, and harsh Strock Village Head. Charismatic but hot-tempered, he protects the narrator’s family and deeply cares for his subordinates despite past clashes with Niko. He is Ursula Ullman’s husband, a new father to twin girls, and Larry’s devoted brother-in-law (Hans-niisan), whom he aggressively grabs upon his return.
• Reinhardt – The golden-haired, blue-eyed infant son of the protagonist is the Grand Duke and heir of the Fee Grand Principality, chosen by Helbert. Taken there and cared for by his aunt (Larry’s sister-in-law), he serves as the central figure of inheritance, bearing his father’s political duties and a controversial invasion agreement. He is also engaged to Sanna.
• Teressa – A woman from Earnest’s history whose striking figure serves as a benchmark for the twin priestesses’ beauty.
• Yutia – A slender, quietly observant Getys household livestock worker from the village with shoulder-length hair and fever-scarred skin. Marked by dystonia successfully treated with mana, she loves cutting hair with wool shears and shaved Larry’s head over two years ago. Intimidated by Hans, she shares a deep bond with Larry, giving him a symbolic hair charm and a unique mana treatment.
• Sandra – The tallest Getys maid, this muscular, voluptuous bondservant in Larry’s inner circle has shoulder-length bronze hair. Forced into debt-slavery at 14, she possesses a wild, volatile temperament and ironical, rebellious streak until subdued by Mana. Now a loyal associate, she helps plan the household’s agriculture.
• Granny Ferris – Granny Ferris, an ageless elf in her thirties wearing provocative black one-piece dresses, is a close associate of the Second Sage and the elderly woman Martin hopes to marry. Bearing a lineage famed for medicine and golem-making, her own golems are older and less sophisticated than city versions. Former Golem Battalion Commander, she now runs the village inn, speaks bluntly, and plays the flute.
• Ferris – Granny Ferris is an ageless elf mage in her 30s who wears provocative black dresses and runs the village inn. A blunt flute player and former Golem Battalion Commander from a medical and old-model golem lineage, she was mentioned by Camillo, closely associates with the Second Sage, and is the elderly woman Martin hopes to marry.
• Emma – A twenty-four-year-old Amazoness slave with a small face, large black eyes, and a cold, sorrowful expression, her black hair tied in a bun adorned with a three-colored crest; once Deputy Commander of the Durara Assassination Squad, she’s an expert bowwoman now serving at the inn alongside Ferris-san, witnessed a healing session, and is a candidate for Larry’s rite—regarded as incredibly cute yet suspected of drugging Edmond, with a legendary side-boob presence that draws attention despite her quiet, tragic demeanor.
• Debritz – The family name of the human lineage in Strock Village, headed by Bours and including his wives and eldest son Michel.
• Nico – A petite, silver-haired Besanburg lady-in-waiting from Strock Village, she is a Kiridal merchant’s granddaughter and part of Earnest’s history. Formerly Teressa’s maid and cousin to the Marquis’s captive, she survived a Marc assassination. She remains Larry’s close confidante, pregnant partner, and mother to their two-year-old daughter, Angelica.
• Carpaccio – A companion traveling with Larry toward the village.
• Earnest – Reincarnated as a young militia soldier with massive Mana, a 40-year-old professor hides a compassionate core behind a dry, cynical guise. A magic-tech expert with lethal combat skills, this protagonist ruthlessly leads a unit of slaves and war orphans. His pragmatic outlook shapes complex relationships, now tested during a tense diplomatic incident at a Viscount’s Palace.
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