Volume 6 Chapter 126 The Soul’s Path and the Price of Happiness
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I march toward the Holy Capital’s palace, with Claude tagging along. We’re due to meet up with Masurao near the castle gates before heading over to Mr. Ginchi’s workshop for some shopping. I probably should have an escort, given my standing, but with Claude here, I figure we’ll be fine.
It’s not an official visit, so I ain’t wearing my best, but I did make sure Claude was decked out in some decent clothes. I managed to save a bundle by importing Earth fabric and having the clothes tailored here.
Since spinning thread and weaving cloth is all done by hand here, even with the cheap labor, fabric ends up costing an arm and a leg. Sure, felt—the non-woven cloth where they just mat the wool—is cheaper, but that’s seen as kinda uncivilized. Ms. Floria warned me off buying second-hand clothes, though. Apparently, it’s a blight on royal dignity. Even when I’m trying to go incognito. Go figure.
”I’m not very good with money, Father, so is clothing really that expensive?” Claude inquired, his voice proper and curious. It looks like today’s his first real shopping trip.
”Yeah, I guess so,” I mused, scratching my chin. “Especially fabric goods in this world are dear. Getting a new outfit tailored here is kinda like buying a new car back on Earth.”
”But cars on Earth are tossed away so easily in anime and movies! They’re made of steel, yet they’re cheap, eh? Mother always said even a commoner could buy one,” Claude noted, intellectually perplexed. “Doesn’t that mean Earth’s prices are just too low? Is it because of mass production by machine? That’s the strength of science, isn’t it?”
He says he wants to visit Earth sometime. Let him enjoy it through videos only, I thought to myself.
”Claude, I bet you and Mr. Ginchi would get along great,” I chuckled. “He’s a true believer in science, too.”
”Not really a believer, per se. In anime and manga, science often brings people misery, you know?” Claude retorted, holding his ground.
”Well, those are just stories, kid. Sure, they can be a mirror reflecting reality, but you gotta remember they’re also filtered through the author’s opinion and commercial interests,” I explained.
I guess this is part of information literacy, too, huh? I gotta make sure I teach him right. What was Ms. Shirakaba even doing?
”So, then, does science bring people happiness?” he pressed.
”The strength of science makes goods plentiful and improves people’s lives. The standard of living goes up. But is that truly happiness?” I challenged him.
”But that’s a good thing, no?”
”It is, at first, for us. But when you get used to it, it just becomes the norm. It stops making you especially happy,” I sighed. It’s that thing where your palate gets too refined, I suppose.
”It’s like the officials in our country. They look happy right after a promotion, but if they wanna stay happy, they gotta keep climbing the ladder.”
”But if that makes them work hard, then it’s a good thing for you, isn’t it?” Claude asked.
He had a point. It sure is convenient for me.
”I want to reward the productive folks with a raise. But here’s the thing: doubling their income doesn’t double their happiness. We gotta hand out medals for honor, and build hot springs and resorts for welfare. It’s the ‘bread and circuses’ thing, you know?”
”That’s a wise saying. Clearly, Father, your status and your ability are misaligned. It’s quite wrong to call you an average man, quite wrong,” Claude insisted, a touch of admiration in his voice.
”Well, status ain’t everything, and I guess it doesn’t matter if it’s low if you’re not fighting,” I shrugged. Dexterity is supposed to help with crafting, but I’m starting to think it doesn’t matter much unless you’re using specific skills. Though, those skills are useful.
”The reason Uno-Mother, who is one of the world’s strongest, has a subtle status is only because she’s average for an Ancient Dragon. Perhaps you’re of the same caliber, Father?”
He’s giving me too much credit. Honestly, my ability isn’t anything great besides my dexterity. Still, being praised by my son, even if it’s based on a misunderstanding, felt great.
I was enjoying the father-son banter when we suddenly arrived. Masurao was already waiting. The two attendants with him must be his guards. Even when flying under the radar, a man in his position can’t exactly walk around alone, can he?
”Ah, we meet again. My retainers are the worrying sort, and they wouldn’t hear of not accompanying me,” Masurao lamented, a tight smile on his face. “Allow me to introduce them: the pretty boy here is Sukesan, and the burly one is Kakusan. Pseudonyms, but that’s what everyone calls them now. They seem to like it, too.”
Both were Summoned Heroes, I noticed.
”They look like quite the elite,” Claude complimented, sizing them up.
Sukesan and Kakusan grinned at Claude’s words. Good kid, he knows how to read the room. I was a little worried he might say something like, “They’re still weak,” but he was smooth.
And I wasn’t lying; they did look like elites. They probably had enough strength to clear the Valley of Trials solo. They were definitely top-tier.
Claude seemed pleased, so he must have enjoyed knocking both of them around soundly in his Foresight skill. He seems to use that future-viewing ability as a combat simulator regularly. It’s certainly not its intended purpose, but he figures out how to fully exploit the cheat he was given, and I can’t hate on that kind of drive.
If you get into a scrap, you can experience the fight through the power of the skill. Then, if you decide not to fight in reality, the future changes. You don’t get experience or skill points, but you get invaluable combat experience. I bet he could use it as a dating simulator, too! He could try to woo whomever he wants without causing any real trouble, right? Although, the heartbreak might mess him up mentally. And if it works out, that’d be a problem, too.
Could he really abandon someone he loved, even if it was just in a simulation? But he can’t marry them all. He’d end up with a harem like an ancient Chinese Emperor. Though, Claude probably has the charisma for it.
Harems are a pain. One person you love is enough. That’s the advice I, as his father, wanted to give him.
The Ginchi workshop is close to the palace, as the crow flies. Close enough to throw a stone, and certainly close enough for an arrow.
”Every time I open my window, I see that bizarre building. The previous Holy King who approved it was an idiot,” Masurao grumbled under his breath. “I’m used to it now, though.”
It’s a glass pyramid in the middle of a medieval European-style city. Knowing the scenery of Kyoto, I couldn’t really say much. Let’s just call it a blend of past and future, eh?
We had to take a long route because the roads didn’t connect directly without going to the main street. This wasn’t a structure designed to keep enemies out—or maybe it was, originally—but centuries of urban renewal had turned it into a baffling labyrinth. It’s a historical inconvenience, and the residents don’t complain, mostly because their short lifespans mean they hardly notice the change. You’d need a natural disaster or a war to flatten it all, something even the powerful can’t easily pull off.
It took about ten minutes at an adult pace. Was I the one slowing us down, or was it Masurao? Seems like I’ve got a new rival.
”Wow, going inside the pyramid is kinda thrilling. They say this place is invitation-only; even royalty and millionaires can’t get in without a referral,” Sukesan said proudly, trying to sound like a man in the know. Just as lightheaded as I first thought.
”These Dwarves are too stuck-up, man,” Kakusan grumbled, showing a less-than-charming attitude. A pretty standard Summoned Hero, then.
”Watch your tone. I don’t know the Dwarven customs, but that sounds disrespectful, doesn’t it?” Masurao cautioned, his eyes narrowed. He must have noticed the surveillance. Both guards are failing at their one job; I doubt they could handle an assassin.
”It’s the fault of those production guys that player-made weapons still can’t match Dwarf stuff, Boss! What’re they even doing?” Kakusan shot back.
And the small talk just kept going. Summoned Heroes gathering under the Conqueror King. It was different from what I’d imagined.
”Speaking of, there was a guy who used to brag about being an engineering student. Got our hopes up, and then just disappeared sometime,” Sukesan recalled.
Ah, that guy. He came to my place and is developing a steam engine now. We call it a ‘Magic Engine’ because he uses mana to fuel the boiler. He’s doing great, actually. He was interested in the whole ‘MP-to-Joules conversion equation’ stuff, not making weapons.
”Welcome! My master has been eagerly awaiting your arrival,” a beautiful woman in a maid outfit greeted us. Sukesan and Kakusan were slack-jawed, not realizing they were staring at a reborn Doll Princess.
It’s no wonder they’re drooling; the fresh body’s craftsmanship is incredible. Capillaries peek through the translucent skin, and even fine baby hair is present. Was it the creator’s fetish to include crow’s feet around the eyes and body odor? I wondered.
Dwarven aesthetics are a little different from human ones. Mr. Ginchi must have pursued realism to the extreme. The result is debatable, but since humans have all sorts of fetishes, I had to rate it highly overall. Most importantly, a body indistinguishable from a human’s is perfect for our current needs.
And his work is fast. Mr. Ginchi must have one of those time-dilated workshops; it’s not unusual for a Dwarf. Dwarves supposedly live over three times longer than humans, and I know several who are over five hundred. Yet, many of their greatest craftsmen have short careers. That’s why. They burn through their lives in an isolated workspace. Though they seem happy with it, spending your life in an alternate dimension is kind of sad, ain’t it? That’s just a difference in values. If they can leave behind a masterpiece as proof of their existence, they’re satisfied.
My reason for using Uno’s Nest is less lofty; I’m just anxious to sell as much as possible while the products are popular. There’s no proper patent system, so as soon as supply runs low, knockoffs appear. If I don’t pay protection money to the Merchant Guild, reselling runs rampant. I just wanna quickly get the authentic product to the people who want it and move on.
”Oh! Isn’t that the new model, the Alraune that’s about to be released?” Sukesan squealed, spotting a naked plant-based monster standing nearby. He knew too much.
”Why is a monster here?” Kakusan cried, drawing his sword, but Sukesan frantically stopped him.
”He’s a good monster, man! A pet, or more like a love doll, y’know? I’m, uh, taking care of one, or rather, it’s taking care of me. It’s a great item. A really great item.”
Huh, I hadn’t tried one yet. I’m only curious about it—it’s not cheating, I swear. But my wives would misunderstand, and I had a feeling they wouldn’t forgive me.
Masurao softly cleared his throat, and the two remembered their duty. Seems like a pretty slack workplace. Our army’s discipline is almost too strict; I thought about loosening it a bit, but maybe I’ll keep things as they are.
”Well, well, King of Heroes, and Conqueror King, welcome! Welcome!” Mr. Ginchi greeted us, rubbing his hands together. He can be friendly, after all. He’s changed a lot since I first met him. Since the fight with the Demon Lord, people have called me the King of Heroes more often. Before that, it was Hero King, or sometimes even Gourmet King. Quite the titles, I’d say. As long as they aren’t insults, I don’t mind.
”H-hello, Mr. Ginchi! Please call me Sukesan, ssu. I really wanted to thank you, ssu.”
Oof, that was bad. To talk over your kingly master? Unheard of. Even a rude mercenary wouldn’t pull that stunt. A retainer who doesn’t know etiquette should just keep quiet.
”My subordinate apologizes. I hope you’ll forgive him; it’s futile to teach etiquette to a Summoned Hero. He means no harm,” Masurao said, giving a half-hearted apology. Masurao was also being a bit rough, though. It made it sound like all Summoned Heroes were worthless, even if he wasn’t entirely wrong.
”I hear the warrior class in a country called Nihon values manners. It seems the commoners not receiving a proper education is the same in every world,” Mr. Ginchi replied, unbothered. “I don’t mind. Sukesan, what are you thanking me for? We’ve never met, have we?”
Information about my world gets pretty mangled, it seems. Sukesan has been categorized as a commoner-class Japanese person now. Which is technically true. But still.
”I’m really sorry, ssu. I bought one of your Ginchi-brand Alraune—and, well, I’ve been, uh, using it, and I was deeply moved, ssu. She’s not just an adult toy, you see. I can feel a heart, a soul, ssu!”
Apparently, for a certain subculture, sticking ‘ssu’ on the end of every sentence is considered polite. Several of the Summoned Heroes who came to me use ‘Respect, ssu‘ as a catchphrase. They were summoned as middle schoolers and never learned proper honorifics. In their Summoned Hero society, it’s all chat rooms and net games, so the young folks grow up into adults who can’t use respectful language.
Considering all that, Sukesan was actually trying hard. Was his sincerity getting through, though? How on earth could Mind Communication skills translate that?
”Ah, you were a customer, then. I’m pleased to hear the Alraune breeding program was a success, given how happy you are,” Mr. Ginchi conceded. “Of course, since plants are living things, they must also have souls.”
That sounded like some crazy radio talk, but Mr. Ginchi is an important man. Maybe that’s just how it is in this world.
”I knew it! If we connect our hearts, could love blossom?” Sukesan pressed, hopeful.
”I would have dismissed such a thing as a mere fantasy before. I was wrong; a scientist mustn’t have tunnel vision,” the Dwarf mused, rubbing his chin.
”Does that mean true love can be born, Sir?”
”It’s merely the difference between seeking a mate for reproduction and seeking a cooperator for one’s survival. For those involved, both are serious actions based on instinct,” Mr. Ginchi pontificated.
Were they even having a conversation? They were both throwing curveballs, yet they kept talking. It was a mystery. I kinda got Mr. Ginchi’s point, though. He’s saying love is a means of survival. It’s an interesting topic, but they probably won’t reach a conclusion. They can talk about it all they want once the world is at peace.
We stopped before a large iron door that sealed off the research institute’s important section. Beyond this point, no one but authorized personnel is allowed.
”You two, wait here.”
”But Boss! This is where it gets interesting! Our duty is to—” Sukesan began to protest.
”Unnecessary!” Masurao cut him off with a single word. They slumped and stayed put. They probably would have let us in if we’d asked, but Sukesan, especially, was just a pain in the neck, so it was better this way.
Sukesan was so flashy that Kakusan didn’t leave much of an impression. It’s true that the loud ones get ahead. In this world, you can’t get promoted by just keeping your head down; they use an addition-based evaluation system, not a deduction system. Both have their pros and cons, so it’s important to strike a good balance. Leaning too much on deduction breeds complacency, and relying too much on addition leads to the field personnel running wild.
It’s not a hard concept. It’s just the result of everyone acting to maximize their own self-interest. The King’s job is to adjust the balance just right, like a chef seasoning a dish. I’m good at that.
I just got an important realization about King-ing! I’d better jot it down in my Editor skill before I forget. “Sukesan Kakusan seasoning.” Will I remember it with those keywords? It’s better than nothing.
The room we were guided to had three tables, like dissection tables, each bearing a naked, beautiful woman. One looked exactly like Tizzy. Claude stared for a moment, then quickly looked away. Such innocence.
There didn’t seem to be any life support. It was a different technology from Homunculi. They were completely still, with no presence; just statues, for now.
Huh? Masurao looked odd. He was staring at one of the bodies, trembling. Did it look like someone he knew? Since the Doll Princess prototypes were based on women from the upper crust of the Ant society, it wouldn’t be strange for the Larse Emperor’s son to recognize someone. Still, his reaction was a bit over the top. A lover? The atmosphere didn’t suggest that.
”M-mother? Why…?” His facial muscles were locked up, and he couldn’t speak properly. His mother? The Larse Emperor’s consort? I wasn’t sure. The court harem in that country is complicated, with ranks and status assigned to the Emperor’s partners. I always thought it’d be a pain to keep track of—one of the reasons I wanted no part of the Larse Empire.
I’m a man who can read the room, so I decided to leave him alone. It’s foolish to step on someone else’s trauma and make an unnecessary enemy.
”Did you like it? I prepared this just in case,” said the idiot.
Dwarves tend not to read the room, and Mr. Ginchi was the worst of the lot. He was the kind of person who could casually step on a landmine that even the Dwarf King would steer clear of. I thought he had changed his ways recently, but I let my guard down.
Masurao’s motive for becoming the Conqueror King was supposedly his conflict with his father, the Emperor, but it was easy to guess that his mother’s status was the root cause. She was probably a princess from a vassal state or a weak, remote kingdom. Maybe the daughter of a nomadic chieftain. Someone with an even weaker position than Princess Auroora. I’ve seen enough stories on Earth about princes whose low-status mothers get them bullied. It’s a systemic issue. Without a backer, even a monkey gets bullied out of the group.
He was being glared at with an expression that could kill. Maybe Mr. Ginchi finally realized his mistake.
”There is a good reason for this. To fully regenerate the heart of a Doll Princess, we need the soul of someone connected to them.”
”That’s tantamount to saying you can bring back the souls of the dead. Wasn’t that forbidden?” I asked, intrigued.
”It’s forbidden in anime, too. Usually, an evil spirit enters the corpse, and things go haywire,” Claude interjected. He seems to view anime as a sacred text full of advanced knowledge. He was so confident I hesitated to correct him.
”First, please imagine that a human or a Doll Princess is an vessel containing countless small souls,” Mr. Ginchi explained patiently. “These souls constantly enter, exit, and replace each other in small amounts. People with deep connections exchange and mix their souls. This is what we call soul sharing.”
I see. I got the general idea. He’s not resurrecting a dead person’s soul; he’s gathering the remnants left in the people around them and trying to regenerate it from that.
”Is it safe if your soul is reduced by sharing it?” Claude asked at a perfect time. I was wondering the same thing but hadn’t asked yet.
”The depleted soul vessel refills over time. We’ve already verified this. It takes about three days to return to normal, although there are individual differences,” Mr. Ginchi stated gleefully. That sounds like a pretty dangerous experiment, I thought.
”What if you do it too much and the person completely changes?” Masurao asked, having calmed down enough to pose a sensible question.
”Your physical body is updated little by little every day. Think of it the same way,” the Dwarf replied evasively.
Hmm, I feel like he was sidestepping something. I’ve already put souls into quite a few Doll Princesses before. Nothing strange happened, but was I being used as a guinea pig?
”So, naturally, I should give a piece of my soul to my wife Tizzy’s Doll Princess, right?”
”No, that one’s for your son-in-law. King of Heroes, Your Majesty, this one is for you,” Mr. Ginchi said, presenting me with a different one.
”Who is this? I’ve never met her, or even seen her.” She had the look of a beautiful but ill-fated woman. She was so pretty; I wouldn’t forget her if I’d met her.
”Do you remember Alexander, the criminal Hero? This was the Doll Princess assigned to him,” the Dwarf explained. Ah, the one who sold the Doll Princesses or something. I never met his Doll Princess directly. Is that enough of a ‘connection’?
”This girl and Alexander exchanged a part of their souls. And Alexander later exchanged souls with Your Majesty, too.”
”Wait, if it’s an Ant system, couldn’t anyone be connected to anyone else?” I countered. If five people are connected, wouldn’t half the country be related by soul?
”It’s a matter of degree, Your Majesty. Now, why don’t you try this?” Mr. Ginchi handed me a headgear with a monocle. A tiny analog meter was attached to the side of the lens. When I focused my sight on Tizzy’s Doll Princess, the needle spun around.
”Sync rate ninety-two. Green zone,” I announced.
”Father! Is that a Scouter?” Claude asked, his eyes wide.
”Something like that,” I confirmed. Uno’s a huge fan of that series; the paper volumes are scattered all over her Nest. So, Claude read it, too.
”The resonance scale only has ten divisions, but hmm, reading it as a hundred-point scale seems fine. It’s actually more detailed that way…” Mr. Ginchi muttered to himself. It’s a percentage scale, you know? But ‘resonance rate’ or ‘sync rate’ was close enough.
The Doll Princess for Alex was seventy-five, and Masurao’s mother was about thirty-two. Below twenty is the red zone, where the doll won’t even function. In the yellow zone, below sixty, they operate but lack human characteristics, like the maid dolls we’ve been trying out at the castle.
Claude measured Tizzy’s doll at over eighty, but the others were in the red zone. Masurao’s results were similar: his mother’s doll was over ninety, Tizzy’s was barely thirty, and Alex’s was almost zero.
No choice. The dolls were assigned. We laid the dolls face down, placed our hands on their necks, and slowly channeled mana into them.
”Hey, if it doesn’t interfere with the work, could you at least cover them with a sheet?” I requested. I couldn’t stand seeing the naked body of my wife’s double exposed like that. Even if it wasn’t Tizzy’s actual body. The curves of the chest, the position of the waist, the fleshiness of the butt—it was all completely different. They must mass-produce the bodies on a separate line. Stock up on parts and assemble them right before shipping, so customers don’t have to wait.
Masurao paid enough to buy a stately mansion. If he only wanted a maid, hiring a human would have been much cheaper. I tried to pay, too, but Mr. Ginchi refused, saying it was in return for the power loom. But I only asked him to fix it; I never said he could keep it. Nothing is more costly than a free gift, is it?
That Taisho-era machine, which was fated to be sold for scrap iron, is now thriving in a parallel world. It’s kind of romantic, but it might steal jobs from the weavers here. That could be a problem.
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”Elder Brother, I’m disappointed in you.”
”It’s you again. What is it this time?” Claude sighed, forced to look at his sister. Ignoring her would only make things worse. He might be one of the strongest in the world, but his half-sister, Kisarra, was no different. Their sibling squabbles tended to level the surrounding terrain.
”This time, I’m truly disappointed. I hear you’ve acquired your own Doll Princess.”
”Is that all? It’s necessary to save the world, you know.”
”A soft body, not a wooden golem—and that’s what’s needed to save the world? Desuwa?” she challenged him.
”Who told you that?”
”Do you think I’d tell you?”
Claude put his head in his hands. His sister was annoyingly competent. Maybe he should try to get her to help with the plan? She seemed suited for it.
”Kisarra, you might be the perfect person for this job. If I’d realized sooner, I would have tasked you with the Doll Princess regeneration.”
”You want me to use my Doll Princess to seduce the Emperor? I’ll be seriously angry, desuwa.”
”No. Father says to prepare a woman’s weapon, but never use it. The strongest sword is the one that stays sheathed, he says. Do you understand what he means?”
That phrase had moved Claude to his core when he first heard it, but it didn’t sound as grand coming from his own mouth. He didn’t quite get the full meaning himself.
”As expected of Father; he truly understands the subtle heart of women. Mother also said that a flower is only valuable if it’s kept out of reach. Well, this sounds like fun, desuwa,” Kisarra conceded, her eyes sparkling. “I suppose I’ll lend a hand to my hopeless Elder Brother.”
This isn’t a game, Claude thought, the lives of the people are at stake. But he held his tongue. It was true that many people’s fates hung in the balance. But it was also undeniably a part of the Gods’ game.
What about his father? Was it goodwill? Chivalry? Wasn’t there a sense of play to it all? For someone from another world, it was fundamentally someone else’s problem. His mother had a bit of that, too, often saying her gaming mentality hadn’t left her. Perhaps that’s why they resonate with the Gods so well.
”Regardless of the result, I’ll thank you now. I appreciate your strength and cooperation,” Claude said, slightly humbled.
”You’re not very honest, are you?” Kisarra teased.
”The feeling’s mutual,” Claude replied.
His father always said even a quarrelsome sister like her was still dear to him. He was right. It’d be lonely without a rival to fight with. I guess this is what they call a connection.
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Summary:
The Hero King and his son, Claude, go undercover to the Dwarven workshop of Mr. Ginchi to procure Doll Princesses, a controversial high-tech creation needed for a secret political mission. Along with Masurao, the Conqueror King, they delve into deep discussions about the price of happiness, the strange economics of Isekai life, and the disturbing science of ‘soul sharing’ for machine-human companionship. The scene ends with a shocking discovery about Masurao’s mother and a tense, complex alliance with Claude’s formidable sister, Kisarra, setting the stage for political drama and a high-stakes plan.
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Character Insight:
The Hero King reveals his pragmatic, businessman mindset, contrasting Earth’s mass production with Isekai’s manual labor, while Claude’s intellectual naivete about money and his use of his Foresight skill as a combat simulator highlight his blend of princely demeanor and modern gaming culture. Masurao’s vulnerability, triggered by seeing his mother’s Doll Princess prototype, underscores the deep emotional complexities driving his kingly ambition.
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Behind the Scene:
The Hero King is trying to balance his kingly duties—like managing ambitious subordinates—with his role as a philosophical father to Claude. Mr. Ginchi, the genius Dwarf, causes a huge diplomatic issue by failing to read the room and using Masurao’s deceased mother as a prototype, showing his complete disregard for political correctness in the pursuit of his ultra-realistic art and science.
Notes:
• Claude – A handsome boy, son of the narrator and Uno, with a flashy name possibly inspired by ‘The Tale of Genji’.
• Ginchi – Male. A dwarf, scientist, artist, and seeker of truth. Ms. Mahal’s acquaintance. He is a skilled artisan, researcher of homunculi, and monopolizes high-precision glass tubes. He is wealthy, rational, and critical of both dwarfs and Earth’s civilization. He has a rivalry with Mr. Zenom.
• Masurao – The conqueror king. Act as a king for the mc.
• Shirakaba – A paladin who seems to be a skilled fighter. She’s introduced as someone with a strong defense and healing abilities. Now, she’s mc’s wife.
• 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.
• Io – Mysterious beauty. Asked the protagonist to bury corpses in the Village of the Dead or the Old Toyata Village.
• Ra – The blue-skinned Demon King; a self-proclaimed scientist and explorer whose spaceship crash-landed; fights with childish enthusiasm.
• Tizzy – Claims to be Duke’s daughter, a noble with advanced magic skills. MC and Ms. Shirakaba lover. Now Mc’s wife.
• Kisarra – A beautiful girl, daughter of the narrator and Uno, named after a legendary saint.
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