Volume 6 Chapter 104 Centered Dome
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
A sanctuary built almost in the center of the Great Temple. It is a magnificent dome structure reminiscent of Istanbul’s Hagia Sophia. The surrounding buildings and architectural styles differ, suggesting it was constructed in a much older era.
Tomorrow, I will hold my wedding here—with the person I admire.
The once-in-a-lifetime proposal received an unexpectedly easy “yes.” Even though it’s said that giving birth is easier than worrying, that was a bit much. Ms. Nina doesn’t read the room. I was so elated, though, I didn’t mind it at the time.
”That will surely become a good memory in its own way,” I thought.
Ms. Nina genuinely believes in the blessing of Uno for having children. For the people of this world, ancient dragons are like gods. The credibility is off the charts.
When I think back on the story of Uno calmly, it wasn’t scientific. It falls within the realm of fairy tales.
Still, I am grateful to Uno. Even if it was a kind lie. There are many walls in a person’s heart, and no matter how trivial it may be, overcoming them solely with one’s own strength can be difficult. Having a presence that pushes you forward is something to be thankful for.
”It’ll be fine,” I told myself. “If we put our efforts into making children, it will somehow work out. After all, I’m a hero, so if I give it my all, it will come to fruition.”
This wedding isn’t just about Ms. Nina. I put in the effort of proposing as if I were in ten romantic movies. The atmosphere around us seemed to glow pink.
It’s a bit strange that they all seem to be having fun together, but it’s much better than being filled with jealousy.
* * *
What will a royal wedding in another world be like? It’s certainly not ordinary.
I received a lecture from Miss Floria and the cardinal, but I think it’s a bit much to say I need to study.
When I was in Japan, I had no interest in weddings at all. I had a vague image of a giant cake and a feast.
I hear there won’t be any eating or drinking at tomorrow’s ceremony. It seems a banquet will be held later on.
In short, tomorrow is a ritual to report our marriage to the gods. In other words, it’s a divine event.
The priests of the Great Temple seem not to understand the gods, but I wonder if that will be okay? They are professionals when it comes to weddings, after all.
Looking up at the vast dome ceiling, I feel something divine. This is a temple built by ancient people to worship the gods. I think the priests would benefit much more from honing their senses here than reading dry theological texts… but no, their goal is to climb the ranks within the organization, so they probably won’t engage in actions that won’t lead to recognition.
The ceiling painting is hard to describe as realistic. Countless colored stones are affixed to a geometrically divided surface. It’s a mosaic. It’s a clumsy, dexterous job, but it has a certain appeal due to the effort put into it. Each colored stone was broken to fit perfectly, filling the gaps without any spaces. It’s an incredibly inefficient process. Even if a craftsman worked all day, they probably wouldn’t cover more than a handkerchief’s worth.
The abundant use of blue lapis lazuli evokes the standard of Ur I saw in history textbooks.
The cardinal proudly boasted that it was the largest cathedral in the world, but it’s at most the size of the Great Buddha Hall at Todai-ji. It doesn’t compare to modern steel-reinforced concrete architecture. People today wouldn’t be impressed by something like this.
But as I look up at the ceiling paintings, I feel like I’m floating in a vast universe, a strange sensation. Perhaps the numerical size doesn’t matter all that much.
At the very top, a woman with wings is dancing. She has a halo, so it’s clear she’s a goddess or an angel. There are seven of them, so maybe they represent the Seven Great Gods? Ah, perhaps this painting is the origin of the Seven Great Gods.
Later generations of temple priests might have interpreted it as such, but it doesn’t feel quite right. To me, they look more like low-ranking angels. At least, the artist probably didn’t intend to depict them as gods.
The primary role of a painting is to convey information, to communicate something to others. Forget for a moment about artistic value or historical significance, and face it with a pure heart. What did someone from the distant past want to convey?
Of course, it’s important to understand the culture at the time the painting was made, but superficial knowledge can lead to misguided interpretations. Sometimes, it’s fine not to know everything.
Is this scene from mythology, cut out and used as a decoration fitting for a sacred place? No, that doesn’t feel right. It seems different. What’s depicted are people, non-human beings, and the stars. Stars? If it’s about stars, that’s my specialty.
My job is Stargazer. I’m someone who watches the stars. I have all kinds of skills to understand celestial (luck) movements. In the medieval world, it’s somewhat overpowered, and I struggle to find a use for them, but they’re not entirely useless. They can be used as substitutes for clocks, calendars, and even GPS.
Ah, being able to predict the fall of a giant meteor is a good ability. It’s a rare phenomenon, but considering the potential destruction, it’s quite a remarkable skill.
Using my astronomical skills, I analyzed the alignment of the stars in the ceiling painting, and it’s not entirely nonsense. Could it be… trying to indicate coordinates?
With just two numbers—latitude and longitude—you can specify any location on the planet. It’s common knowledge on Earth today, but in this world, where there isn’t even a sextant, it’s like a fairy tale. A Stargazer could do something similar, though.
A Stargazer must have been involved in creating this ceiling painting. In that case, I can make some guesses about the meaning of the star alignment.
When I think that someone from long ago is passing a secret to me across time, I can’t help but feel a bit excited. I have no connection to things like marriage blues.
What does the ceiling painting, where people kneel before a giant with a halo, mean? Are they worshiping a god? Anyone can tell that much. The priests seem to have interpreted this cathedral as the holy place, but that’s not it.
The arrangement of the stars depicted in the background likely indicates the coordinates of the place of worship. The sun is directly overhead, marking noon. Is it strange for the stars and the sun to be in the sky at the same time? Is it just a painting, so anything goes? No, this is accurate.
Even during the day, the stars exist properly. With the skill of a Stargazer, one can observe stars even at midday.
Looking at the alignment of the stars, it seems this was observed at noon on the day of the summer solstice from here. Strictly speaking, there is a slight deviation, but it should be within the margin of error.
No, that’s not right. Someone who went to the trouble of creating such a grand mechanism wouldn’t cut corners here. This deviation should be considered intentional.
If we interpret the alignment of the stars as accurate, it means the observation point is underground at a specific location not far from here. Can’t see the stars from underground? That’s precisely why it’s a secret code that only a Stargazer can understand.
Could it be a treasure hiding place?
When I try to explore with a Radar Scan, I find that beneath this cathedral lies a maze-like underground town or street. It’s an area that has been obscured until now by a barrier. Ah, I see—I’m currently inside the sacred and inviolable barrier. I’ve uncovered another secret of the royal capital.
Forgetting that I came here to scout for the wedding, I head toward the stairs leading underground. Well, isn’t that what anyone would do? After all, it’s an adventure.
Who could resist such an intriguing secret dangling right in front of them? The excitement is uncontainable.
”Eh?” I muttered.
The stairs to the underground were blocked by a stone wall. The wall itself is quite old. It must have been hidden long ago.
Does the cardinal know this secret? Perhaps it has been lost over the long years, and now no one knows about it. If that’s the case, would the treasure be mine alone?
Since this place is also outside the patrol route of the guards, it seems I could remove the stone wall and take a look beyond. Could I store the entire wall in my magic bag without it collapsing? No, it’s too large to fit as a whole. A hole just big enough for me to pass through… No, it seems it would collapse.
It’s a puzzle of (strength) strength. No, should I pour glue to prevent the stone from crumbling?
Suddenly, I came to my senses. No, no, it would be a problem if I were to break down the wall of the venue the day before the wedding. I feel like Shea-Shea would be incredibly angry.
After the ceremony, I need to head straight to the taste competition, so I should conserve both my physical (strength) and mental (strength) for now.
Perhaps I should save the adventure for another time, get some good rest, and regain my energy.
* * *
”Lady Nina, how did you propose?”
When I return to the castle, I hear Sar-Sar’s bubbly, cheerful voice. She’s unusually high-spirited today—and the topic is quite something.
Her voice isn’t loud, but it’s clear, like a little bird’s song, carrying far through the halls. I wonder if everyone in the castle is eavesdropping? Even if it’s trivial chatter, I wish they’d close the door tightly. I’m straining to listen too.
”Such stories should be cherished and kept deep in your heart,” someone says.
”Just as expected from Ms. Nina. She managed to cover it up well. Even if she hides it, the bards will concoct stories on their own. Let’s make the best one the official history.”
Despite eavesdropping, I can’t hear anything after the door shuts. A magic barrier? Is it Uno’s doing? It might be rude to try to break through.
Everyone’s favorability toward me is nearly at MAX right now, so the drop in favorability if I mess up would be terrifying.
The heart of a woman is like the autumn sky; even a hundred years of love can cool in a day. I won’t do something foolish like burning a thousand days of thatch in a single moment.
If one lacks delicacy, they will be disliked. I remember stories on the wide show about someone who boasted they wouldn’t feed the fish they caught right after marriage—and ended up divorced immediately.
Speaking of which, among the children, it’s become a trend to feed the fish they catch to help them grow big. I think it’s good for emotional education, but with Raia-Raia, they get attached and can’t eat them anymore. That clearly looks like a sturgeon. It grows quite large and probably lives longer than humans. Not suitable as a pet, I suppose.
* * *
When I awoke, both my mental and physical strength were robust. I forgot the details, but I remember dreaming of eating sashimi made from a giant fish. It’s often the case that I wake up before I can enjoy a feast in my dreams. Is this a good omen?
Originally, dream interpretation seems to be part of the Stargazer’s job. They serve close to the king, predicting the fortunes and misfortunes of dreams. It’s a position akin to that of a jester or a flatterer.
But now that I’ve become the king, I suppose I can save on hiring a jester. Those guys can be quite high earners.
Despite it being a wedding, it seems I won’t be able to meet the ladies until the ceremony begins. The cardinal and Mr. Aspergilus came to fetch me.
It seems that due to Mr. Raoh’s departure, Mr. Aspergillus has become the top Hero of our country, and things sound quite hectic. He’s a peculiar person who finds more joy in cultivating mold than in socializing.
”When Shea-Shea loosens the reins, there’s a risk that all resources might be poured into whiskey,” the cardinal remarks. “That could be profitable in its own right, though. After all, the demand for distilled spirits is insatiable, and no matter how much the supply increases, it’s always in short supply. Well, I suppose the dwarves drink too much.”
”I’ve actually made some progress recently; the research on Penicillin is fascinating. In this world, we can tackle antibiotic-resistant bacteria from the start, so we should be able to manage it well. It should go well.”
I don’t understand half of what he’s saying, but it’s good to see that things are going smoothly. Lately, he’s probably the one most looking forward to the care packages from his uncle in Japan. Is he troubling his uncle with strange requests? No, the uncle seems really into it too. It’s almost scary. The Penicillin dominance seems to be a classic topic.
The matter of Penicillin is classified, but since the cardinal is the primary sponsor, there’s no problem if it’s inquired about. To prevent the emergence of Penicillin-resistant bacteria, it seems desirable for the Great Cathedral to monopolize its use under strict management. Well, I’ll leave it to you. Please handle it well.
”We are now family. If you have any troubles, please do not hesitate to let me know,” the cardinal says, wearing a smile of perfect benevolence.
Well, I won’t be fooled. If this were a game, he would definitely be the true boss.
That’s dangerous; he’s not someone I should casually discuss the secrets of the cathedral’s underground with.
Accompanied by two followers, I confidently head toward the venue. Even if I stumble, the cardinal will cover for me, and in the world of the influential, being bold is the most important thing.
There are few attendees, but they all seem to hold considerable status.
I can also see the figure of the Conqueror King, accompanied by his subordinate Hero. He looks so delicate that he could be mistaken for a beautiful girl, yet everything he does is quite ruthless. Let’s wrap it in a euphemism and say he possesses boldness.
Among the worldly powers, the highest-ranking is the envoy of the Larse Empire, apparently a relative of the emperor. He’s a thin man with a strange hairstyle, openly displaying rivalry toward the Conqueror King, who is significantly younger than him. There must be various issues due to their family ties.
People like this are surprisingly easy to deal with, as long as you send them an appropriate gift. It’s troublesome if they’re too foolish, but someone too competent is frightening. In high society, a moderate level of foolishness is valued.
What’s surprising is that even a messenger came from Totoana, which is on the verge of collapse. They seem to be shrinking in embarrassment, but they still have a place there, it seems.
Despite the sudden wedding, they managed to make it in time—truly the work of a great nation. They must have secured communication methods and teleportation experts.
Those with teleportation are valuable. I’ll have to treat Mr. Pansy well to keep him from being poached. Well, I suppose if I have his stomach, I can rest easy? There’s nothing more powerful than something money can’t buy.
So, the ones who made it in time are all related to great nations or billionaires—a stellar lineup. It doesn’t seem like the cardinal intentionally selected them.
In the past, I would have shrunk in front of such important people, but now is not the time for that.
After all, the divine energy—or rather, divine pressure?—fills the dome, and it’s overwhelming. It’s so awe-inspiring that it makes it hard to feel alive.
Yet, most of the clergy present haven’t even noticed. A few priests are pale and trembling—promising candidates. I’ll make sure to remember their faces.
”What’s this? This is a pitiful-looking man. How could someone like this be the savior? Came here to mock, and he’s sure giving me a good laugh,” a shrill voice suddenly echoed through the now-silent dome. It was the messenger from the Larse Empire.
He just messed up. What was he thinking? Well, he must have something planned. Is he trying to dominate the room with some extreme behavior? Stupid, but not a bad move. It’s a quick way to show everyone that no one can blame him.
This is a move only those at the top of the hierarchy can make. I suppose he did it after seeing Totoana’s messenger, a long-time rival, reduced to nothing, but that’s not acceptable before the gods.
”No! This is before the gods! Please, be careful with your words!” I warned him, but it was too late.
After a flash of white light, where the man had been standing, a pillar of salt appeared. There was a faint smell of sulfur. Ah, well. There’s no room for sympathy, but his life was too cheap—it’s dangerous.
Few understood what had just happened—most had stopped thinking. Some were even on the verge of panic.
This is bad. If they scream, run around, or act disgracefully, they could become a target for purging. Some gods here are merciless.
”Pray. This is the time when our faith is tested. What else can we do but pray?” the cardinal commanded.
At his words, the panic subsided, and one by one, the people knelt and began to pray.
Yeah, faith really is convenient.
It seems even the gods who lost their temper have calmed down. I also bowed my head in gratitude.
Most gods dislike human arrogance. I hope the important people gathered here will learn a bit of humility.
Humans forget the heat once it passes their throats. But experiencing it even once is a world of difference.
I think it’s a good thing for great people to become humble. It’s not ugly at all, and if you perfect it, it can even be cool. It also greatly reduces the chances of receiving divine punishment.
”Ah, um, Savior? How should we clean this up?” the priests responsible for cleaning the cathedral asked, at a loss in front of the salt pillar. Rock salt is quite sturdy, after all.
”This is a miracle from God. Pass it down to future generations as a warning,” I said somewhat casually. Yes, it seems to be the right thing to say. The gods are satisfied.
The people involved with the grand temple don’t seem displeased either. Managing it will be a hassle, but it adds prestige as a religious facility. It might even become a tourist attraction someday.
* * *
And then, as if nothing had happened, the ceremony continued. Someone had died, yet this was something unimaginable in Japan.
Rather, it seems they who survived the divine punishment feel a strange sense of elation, as if they are the chosen ones. What a resilient spirit.
It seems that once turned into a salt pillar, returning to life is impossible. There are quite a few summoned heroes like Alex who have adjusted their death-return rate to 100%, but it was meaningless in the face of divine strength. I sense that the message board will become chaotic.
I recently learned about the existence of a message board accessible through a hero’s laptop from Mr. Pansy. Ms. Nina and Ms. Shirakaba didn’t know about such a function, so perhaps one of the summoned heroes created it. There are quite a few heroes who used to be programmers.
I don’t trust the hero’s computer. There’s a high possibility that the data is being leaked to the management bureau. That’s why I’ve given Mr. Aspergilus a Japanese-made camera. It’s one that can also record video.
I plan to film the ceremony and send it to my family in Japan. If Ms. Shirakaba wishes, I’ll send it to her younger brother, Fubuki-kun, as well.
As Mr. Aspergilus set up the camera, the grand temple’s filming crew also began recording with a magic tool. Is that a three-eyed camera that looks like a haniwa face? (T/N: *Haniwa* are traditional Japanese clay figures from ancient burial mounds.) It seems that where there’s a will, there’s a way.
* * *
Then, we waited for what felt like an eternity. In reality, it must have been just a brief moment.
I could sense about half of the gods growing impatient. I’d heard that their sense of time differs from humans’, but I never expected them to be this short-tempered. Speaking of which, Uno is quite hot-headed too. Ms. Hóa has her impatient moments as well.
Somehow, I get the impression that long-lived races tend to be more patient, though.
Should I perform some kind of act to pass the time? No, no—it’s best not to do anything unnecessary. I can’t afford to incur the displeasure of the gods with a clumsy performance.
It’s like a fairy tale where the groom gets turned into a pillar of salt on his wedding day. A lesson? Perhaps a reminder of life’s transience?
When the brides finally entered, I understood what it feels like to be saved. This is what waiting for a savior means.
Leading the way was the giant El. When I heard that the order was determined by rank, I wasn’t pleased. El didn’t seem to care, though. Her massive form was truly imposing. Compared to her, the nobles lined up looked rather shabby.
The cathedral doors must have been made large enough from the start to accommodate giants, allowing her smooth entrance. It felt as if the rightful master had returned. Maybe, in fact, that was the case.
Ah, I see—they chose a safe formal attire style from the royal capital. Not only pure white, fluffy wedding dresses but also outfits resembling traditional clothing and various others suited for the occasion were all prepared. It’s nice to be ready. Well, I genuinely enjoyed making the clothes.
Those taught that races other than humans are ugly must have experienced a culture shock upon seeing El’s beauty. Some were even clutching their heads in despair.
* * *
The gods openly praised her, and a shower of light dust fell.
Next was Ms. Ant from the Antfolk. Although recognized as a slave race by the high elves in the royal capital, their mystery is rare. Even if the dragon secrets Uno spoke of are true, the ecology of the Antfolk seems to lie outside that framework.
Still, it’s possible to cultivate affection with them. They’re a race meant to coexist.
Her bridal gown was a surcoat adorned with fur and a cloak. Despite its simple design, the dignity of a queen radiated from her demeanor and the special quality of the material. The mysterious substance known as angel hair (T/N: a rare, delicate fiber considered a national treasure) is used sparingly, mostly in the emperor’s coronation attire. No one here dares underestimate the Antfolk anymore.
Next came horsefolk Claire. Her upper body was that of a dignified beauty, while her lower half was a beautiful chestnut horse. Nobles have a refined aesthetic for horses, so her beauty was immediately apparent.
The horsefolk’s ceremonial attire is similar in design to that of human knights, so it likely felt natural. It might seem a bit too dignified for a bridal gown, but Claire is cool, so it wasn’t a problem.
There have been precedents for marriages between humans and horsefolk, so it was accepted without surprise.
The fourth was Shea-Shea. She had originally been a beautiful girl, but recently she had developed an adult charm—or rather, the presence of a capable woman? It was quite overwhelming.
”Huh?” The reactions of the surrounding men were indifferent? Well, that’s fine; it’s enough that I alone know her worth. Also, Shea-Shea is particularly favored by certain gods. Something was sparkling above her head. Gods love those with talent more than any ordinary king.
When Ms. Marsha entered, the people associated with the grand temple stirred. Perhaps they were unhappy with the seating arrangement? But no one dared voice an objection. It would be impossible. The pillars of salt are impossible to ignore.
Many of those present come from noble backgrounds, and even if they went to battle, their lives likely wouldn’t be in danger. Their resistance to the fear of death is probably low.
The gods seemed uninterested in her or her attire. The tailoring wasn’t bad, but I saw—so that’s what it means to have a soulless job. A dwarf would get punched by the master for that.
She bore no fault, but lacked any particular appeal to the gods. She was a priestess, after all. The doctrines of the grand temple are to blame.
And then there was Sar-Sar. Although she had grown tall and slender, she still retained the semblance of a girl, looking as delicate as a fairy.
The summoned heroes guarding the Conqueror King reacted. Considering the time she spent in Uno’s nest, she was over eighteen. After all, the length of a year is different here, so worrying about Japanese laws in another world is pointless.
During Tizzy’s turn, the Conqueror King’s face twitched slightly, and during Princess Auroora’s turn, those related to Totoana looked as if they had bitten into a bitter bug.
And finally, it was Ms. Nina.
Looking at them like this, the three really did seem like sisters. Princess Auroora was, well, herself, and Tizzy was a cousin, so it was only natural they were connected by blood.
Why did I fall for Ms. Nina? I’ve thought about it a lot, but in the end, I still don’t really understand. What is love, anyway? I thought I knew from what I’d seen on TV and in movies, but I realized just how ignorant I was about love.
Well, it’s fine. There’s been a lot going on, but now I love everyone. I’m not sure if I can love them all equally, but they’re important people to me—people I want to stay with forever.
And I want lots of children. I’ve got to work hard to earn money. For the sake of protecting my wife and children, I wouldn’t hesitate to give my life. But that’s probably not courage; it’s just a normal feeling, like breathing.
If it’s to protect my family, even an ordinary villager can turn into a hero. That’s why defense battles are advantageous. But to prevent civilian casualties, you’ve got to fight in enemy territory.
Ah, damn it! After the wedding, isn’t the next thing on the schedule a battle of wits with the Demon King? It was set up like that to keep the gods entertained, but if that’s the case, then my first night with Sar-Sar will be delayed. The original goal of making children before heading out to battle won’t be fulfilled.
If only I could make a quick detour to Uno’s nest, everything would be solved. But I’ve realized there are impatient gods, so that’s not going to work.
Should I just let the gods witness the act of love between a man and woman? No, that might be too high a hurdle for Sar-Sar and Ms. Nina, right? Anyway, the gods are watching everything, but still, that feels strange. I wonder if the people here are different. Their culture is different, after all.
Miss Floria never taught me that. If anything, that’s probably Donovan’s or the Cardinal’s area. Ah, maybe Ms. Marsha knows the details.
Ms. Shirakaba stepped in among the spirit wives. Oriental women are rare here, so she was managing to blend in surprisingly well.
Every time the spirits appeared, the gods connected to them would get really excited. It was like cheering for a relative’s child. To humans, advanced spirits are practically gods… or so it seemed. In fact, spirits could sometimes be deified.
The last one to arrive was Uno. She was in full high-and-mighty mode, glaring down at the humans like they were nothing but insects.
”Is she getting carried away?” I wondered aloud. Well, yes, but it was understandable—her real strength backed it up. Honestly, there had never been a Demon King stronger than Uno in a one-on-one fight. That’s exactly why the Demon King needed Uno.
Even so, apparently, not even Uno could lay a finger on the gods. It wasn’t that she was weak—she simply wasn’t in the same dimension. It was like the difference between a game character and the player controlling them. No matter how much the character got pummeled, the player could just hit the reset button and make it all disappear. Something like that?
Lately, people’s faith had weakened, and many gods were forgotten, but that one pillar of salt had turned the tide. It seemed like the age of the gods was about to begin again.
”Huh? Wait, did I just wake a sleeping giant?” I muttered.
Notes:
• Ms. Nina – Doll Princess (Auroora 217), renamed by the protagonist. Beautiful blonde, ~168 cm, slim waist. Wears adventurer attire. Made from artificial parts and wooden limbs, resembling a princess. Knowledgeable, can read, write, and use basic healing magic. Reliable partner, often saves the protagonist with her skills.
• Nina – Doll Princess (Auroora 217), renamed by the protagonist. Beautiful blonde, ~168 cm, slim waist. Wears adventurer attire. Made from artificial parts and wooden limbs, resembling a princess. Knowledgeable, can read, write, and use basic healing magic. Reliable partner, often saves the protagonist with her skills.
• Miss Floria – Elegant, silver-haired noblewoman in her 40s, referred to as an ‘older sister’. Judge of the Supreme Court and Baroness. Former tutor of Princess Auroora. Initially stern but warms up, showing a playful side. Close with Ms. Nina (Princess Auroora’s doll copy), treating her like a sister. Trustworthy and explains legal matters clearly.
• Shea-Shea – Mauro’s daughter. Hurt by Alexander. Became an eager fiancée after advice from protagonist.
• Raia-Raia – Energetic kid, tailor’s daughter. Calls protagonist ‘Chicken Ham Hero.’
• Aspergillus – Male. A summoned Hero. Appearance: flashy young man in his twenties. He is knowledgeable about mold and fermentation, having graduated from a top-class university in Japan. His relationship with the narrator is informal, and he is described as having a sensible sense of money compared to Bacchus.
• Raoh – Pakkyamara. An infamous, scheming, but somewhat incompetent senior adventurer known for meddling with hero summoning rituals; often gets beaten up as a result. The one who want japanese food.
• Shirakaba – A paladin who seems to be a skilled fighter. He’s introduced as someone with a strong defense and healing abilities.
• Fubuki – Male. Ms. Shirakaba’s younger brother. Handsome and around the same age as the protagonist. Not attending school recently. Lives in a mountain-top pension. Has an older sister named Yukina.
• El – She is a giant woman, appeared as Saburou’s captor, living alone in a large tent, skilled in hunting and cooking, proposes marriage to Saburou.
• Ms. Ant – Level 20 ant soldier, over 2 meters tall in armor. Named by the protagonist due to lack of a previous name. Wields a huge battle axe, large round shield, and throwing axes. Seasoned warrior capable of taking down sub-dragons. Ms. Hóa’s prized secret treasure. Borrowed by the protagonist as a trial during his time in the royal capital
• Marsha – a second-rank priestess in the Hero’s Temple, tasked with handling the protagonist’s ‘job change’ as the summoned hero. She is described as a beautiful woman with long brunette hair, gray eyes, and a gentle demeanor. Her role includes guiding the hero and addressing his concerns about his new life in the other world.
• Tizzy – Claims to be Duke’s daughter, a noble with advanced magic skills. MC and Ms. Shirakaba lover.
• Donovan – Head Priest of the Great Temple. He has a newfound respect for the MC, referring to them as a ‘Saint.’ His actions suggest he is highly organized and influential within his organization.
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