Volume 6 Chapter 51 The King, To The Suspicious Store
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The Heroes, drunk to the point of being completely plastered, were enjoying grilled crucian carp as a late-night snack. Strangely enough, Mr. Bacchus—the god of wine himself—was the weakest drinker among them.
I took a small taste, but maybe because of some blessing, I didn’t get drunk at all. Ignoring the alcohol, it just tasted like a lightly sweet juice with strong bubbles.
The carbonation wasn’t added on purpose. It came from fermenting in a tightly sealed container. They said there was a safety valve to prevent explosions, so it should be safe.
”If we made regular carbonated drinks without alcohol, kids would definitely like them. Using maltose instead of sugar could cut costs,” I thought. But maltose sold openly might cause trouble with the Sugar Guild over rights. However, if it was processed into a new product, that problem would disappear. A new guild’s rights would form around it.
A carbonated drink guild… If I pitched this idea to the Merchant Guild’s leaders, they’d probably be thrilled.
It would taste like cold candy with bubbles. Adding ginger or Datch lemon extract for flavor might make it even better, though the cost would rise a little.
”Instead of making whiskey, wouldn’t it be more profitable to mass-produce chuhai? It doesn’t need aging and can be brewed in just a few days,” Mr. Aspergillus said, clearly thinking along the same lines as me. Maybe other summoned Heroes thought about it too. First come, first served—should I bring this up to the Merchant Guild tomorrow?
”Coming to another world, yet you’re sad about selling business? Whiskey’s the real deal, isn’t it?” one of them challenged.
”Nah, I might go for chuhai instead. It’s basically fermenting sugar inside a sealed container with yeast. No special brewing skills needed. It’s easy,” Mr. Aspergillus replied.
”You young brats are too bold! I won’t give up my yeast!” another shouted.
Yeast is sold openly here anyway, and I’d even isolated and cultivated some natural strains myself. It’s way easier than growing Koji mold.
Those two, who were getting along moments ago, were now arguing loudly. I was surprised—Mr. Aspergillus turned out to be more solid than I first thought, not as clueless as he seemed at first.
”Well, don’t get too worked up,” Mr. Raoh said, stepping in to break the tension. “Hey, let’s go out and have some fun. I found a great shop, and it’s on me. Lots of cute girls there.”
The two stopped arguing and puffed out their noses in good spirits. It was nice to see how straightforward they were.
”Well then, I’ll take my leave. We heard some meaningful stories tonight. Let’s talk more another day.”
”Your Majesty should come too. Sometimes adults need lessons. My treat,” Mr. Raoh added with a grin.
I got dragged along by Mr. Raoh. If I really refused, he would let go, but somehow I just followed. It’s sad, but maybe it’s because I’m still a man after all.
In this world, sex trafficking is forbidden outwardly. The only exception is through temples. Temples directly manage shops where beautiful shrine maidens listen to worries or offer healing.
Even in the new Holy Sabroa Kingdom, several such shops already exist.
The economy of the neighboring Sabroa Dukedom was booming, making the area bustling every day.
The Cardinal frequently visited, probably mixing inspections with leisure. They started services unavailable at the Grand Temple in the royal capital. I could guess who was behind it. Mr. Raoh had been quite the playboy back in Japan.
Most summoned Heroes believed they were the story’s main characters. Mr. Raoh, in particular, seemed made for the lead role in an adult novel. In both Japan and this world, he lived a wild Don Juan-like life. He seemed to know how to enjoy himself, and I envied that.
”Huh? Aren’t you going to the temple?” Aspergillus asked.
Right. The “mufufu” shops were under temple jurisdiction, meaning they belonged to the sacred Sabroa Kingdom. Technically, it was a different country, separated by a wall.
Mr. Raoh headed the opposite way, toward the original Viscount Toyata territory gate.
”Just follow me without questions,” he said.
The shop he took us to stood where the Viscount Toyata territory was clearly visible. Beyond a single wall, a picturesque medieval village spread out. The Sabroa Dukedom side was once a warehouse district, now lined with standardized, concrete, cubic, single-story buildings—somewhat dystopian.
Recently, merchants had been remodeling warehouses into shops. There was no law forbidding it.
The shop Mr. Raoh led us to was one of these. A plain concrete building could become trendy with some creativity.
Even the sign gave off a pink aura. That probably meant something. But having a shop like that in the Sabroa Dukedom wasn’t good.
Even though the sacred Sabroa Kingdom was right next door, if they operated without temple permission, it would cause me problems. As king, I couldn’t ignore it. This needed regulation.
”It’s fine. This is a wholesome shop. Just hugging girls isn’t fun, right?”
”I’m not really into hugging guys, though,” one Hero said.
”That’s not what I meant!”
They probably thought it was just a light joke, but the summoned Heroes casually mentioning the world’s taboos made me uneasy. Mr. Raoh, despite being here a while, still lacked common sense.
”Please don’t joke about that. An extremist male-only religious group once caused a huge uproar. Even careless words like that can lead to severe repression.”
The old Toyata Village was wiped out and left a ghost town because of them. They were unforgivable in my eyes.
”So even fujoshi risk their lives here? Oh! I smell a business opportunity!” Mr. Raoh suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter, mumbling something incomprehensible. He just seemed like a drunken old man.
As I passed through the door, a dimly lit reception greeted me, lit by a single weak lamp. It looked like a typical inn, but the pink lampshade gave off a suspicious atmosphere.
Lighting effects are important. It’s not just about brightness. This was quite an education.
”Four guests, right? This way, please,” the man in the black robe said.
He sat at the reception desk, looking grim and serious. Honestly, I’d imagined a beautiful woman would be here in a place like this, not someone so gloomy. But somehow, his face looked familiar.
”Huh? Could it be… Mr. Aslink?” I muttered.
The robed man’s eyes widened as he stared at me in shock.
”Ah, it’s you. Just enjoy yourself tonight. If it doesn’t work out, you don’t have to pay,” Mr. Aslink said kindly.
He was known as the toad sage of Toyata Village, a researcher of the Mimic Frog—a monster that looks like a frog but can lure men by projecting illusions of beautiful women, making them care for it.
I see. So this is their style of charm.
The four of us were led to a small room about the size of a karaoke booth. A large table stood in the center, surrounded by a U-shaped sofa. From beneath the table, I could sense the Mimic Frogs vibrating faintly.
”EriEri, I’m back again today!” Mr. Raoh called out cheerfully as he flopped onto the sofa, miming flirtation with an invisible companion.
”Please be gentle with me. Sister Erin is totally my type!”
Aspergillus stammered nervously but seemed to be enjoying himself. He quickly took the seat beside Mr. Raoh, leaving one empty space between them—likely reserved for the illusion of Ms. Erin.
Mr. Bacchus sat across from them, grinning despite muttering, “This is troublesome.” His nose seemed to grow longer from his excitement. He was clearly in the grip of his own hallucinatory happiness.
I heard capable men in this world can have multiple wives, and Ms. Erin and Ms. Flare are lucky to be theirs.
The illusions before the three of them were of Ms. Erin and Ms. Flare, two women who certainly attracted attention. No wonder Ms. Flare’s husband, Mr. Munin, seemed so worried.
All three were just seeing illusions of beautiful women under the mental control of the Mimic Frogs. It was terrifying—even a summoned Hero couldn’t resist them.
Monsters that lure humans with illusions to prey on them aren’t rare, but these Mimic Frogs had evolved further. They chose coexistence with humans—though calling it coexistence felt more like parasitism, like cuckoo chicks tricking others into feeding them. Still, since they showed me happy illusions in exchange for some meat, I could see it as a kind of give-and-take.
I wasn’t particularly interested in what kind of illusion they used, but there was no way it would work on me—my mental resistance was maxed out. I felt a bit disappointed, but since this was a rare chance, I decided to observe how the frogs used their illusion magic.
Manipulating illusions was difficult. I’d practiced, but I was still far from the skill of the old foxes in Wolf Forest. Still, I thought I could at least manage what a frog could do.
”EriEri, you should drink more! Let’s have a real blast!” Mr. Raoh laughed, pouring sake from the bottle into Aspergillus-kun’s glass.
”Thank you, Sister Erin. I don’t really like alcohol, but I can drink as much as you pour,” Aspergillus replied nervously.
They both clearly saw Ms. Erin as their companion. Even a bodyless Mimic Frog could serve customers like this.
But was this really okay? The other party was a man. If these two started kissing or something, I might have to intervene. No, wait—Mr. Raoh brought us here knowing what kind of place this was. Did that mean he was aware of such possibilities? The darkness ran deep in him… he was terrifying in a casual way.
Meanwhile, Mr. Bacchus continued pouring sake for himself, laughing softly with a “Hee hee.” He must be enjoying some incredible hallucination. I wished I could peek inside his mind. The fact that he could converse with these illusory beauties suggested the frogs might be able to read human hearts. If so, that was an outrageous advantage.
If they could read minds, couldn’t they win against even the strongest opponents without fighting?
I’d noticed before that illusion magic could be a cheat depending on its use. The restrictions were relatively loose just to use it. Even a Stargazer like me could wield it.
But there was a huge difference between just using illusions and truly mastering them. It was like the difference between making sounds on an instrument and playing a full song beautifully.
So far, I could only create vague, ghost-like illusions. Making something indistinguishable from a human was impossible for me.
Even making illusions look good was hard, but I also needed to replicate natural human movements, the feel and warmth of skin, voice, and mannerisms in real-time. The difficulty was off the charts.
To seduce a man with the illusion of a beautiful woman required unbelievably advanced technique. It was frustrating to admit, but honestly, the Mimic Frog was amazing.
Still, what was Mr. Aslink thinking when he started this shop? Was it just for money? The frogs’ food was meat, which was expensive in this world.
In Toyata Village, there was only one butcher, Mr. Chaa. But now in the Sabroa Dukedom, there were over ten shops, including some run by the guild itself. As long as you had money, you could get meat rivaling that of the royal capital.
It must be convenient for Mr. Aslink.
This shop was in a legal gray area, and I suspected it would be banned if the Great Temple found out. Maybe I, as lord, should be the one to forbid it.
I didn’t know the side effects of illusion magic, but the other party was still a monster. There was no guarantee of safety.
Throughout history, drugs had been strictly banned by those in power. If people became addicted to illusions and stopped working, that would be a serious problem.
Depending on how it was used, it could be a huge source of income—like the tobacco tax. The British might have seen the Opium War as a success, but from the Qing Dynasty’s perspective, it was a horrific act.
I couldn’t believe this world was more humane than 19th-century Britain. I saw only a dark future. It would be safer to shut down this business.
I thought about hiring Mr. Aslink as a researcher. If I paid him in meat, he probably wouldn’t refuse. Or I could just give him money and have him buy it from the butcher—that was what kept the economy running.
Alright, I’d decided to close this shop for today. As lord, the decision was mine.
Mr. Raoh and the others should enjoy themselves—but carefully. They probably couldn’t hear me anyway.
”EriEri is really cute. I could just eat her up!” Mr. Raoh said, exposing his most embarrassing side despite knowing the woman in front of him was an illusion. This person was eccentric, even for him.
His level was high, and his mental resilience considerable, yet he had completely fallen for the Human-Replicating Frog’s technique.
It was like alcohol—if you saw it as poison, you could resist it. But those who wanted to get drunk always found a way.
If it was something I liked, could I open my heart and accept it?
Unfortunately, I didn’t have that courage. To expose myself and become defenseless just to see the illusion of a beautiful woman seemed a high-risk, no-return situation.
”Sister Erin is so kind! Praise me more, more! I’m the type that grows when praised!” Mr. Raoh added, clearly enjoying his hallucination.
I wonder what kind of conversation they’re having. Judging by the flow of mana, the human mimic frog isn’t using any particularly powerful technique.
When constructing a magic formula, it’s easy to overcomplicate things. But if the outcome is the same, simpler is always better. Simplicity is the best.
I used my Editor skill to analyze the human mimic frog’s formula. A display of divine characters lined up appeared before me. Even strings that were once incomprehensible now carried clear meaning. Comparing it to the old fox’s formula, I saw some similarities, but this was still unimaginably simple. No, wait—this isn’t enough! Could it be that the formula was stripped down to its very essence?
The three in front of me were happily chatting about the women they saw, but judging from the frog’s formulas, there was no trace of any human woman’s image anywhere.
What on earth does this mean? I decided to check everything carefully from the beginning.
Eureka! I’ve figured it out! First of all, the frogs aren’t manipulating, and Mr. Raoh and the others aren’t even communicating with her. This shocked me—I never imagined such a method. It was a true Columbus’s egg moment!
Mr. Bacchus was in a ‘both-hands-full’ state, boasting to the two women about how capable he was, imagining himself strong. They were good listeners, likely giving the reactions Mr. Bacchus wanted. His mood skyrocketed. Naturally, he was pleased. That幻 vivant was created from Mr. Bacchus’s own fantasies.
The mechanism was very simple. The frogs were just projecting the target’s desires directly into the幻. That was all.
This was a simple formula, and I could use it right now. If not magic, even something like hallucinogens could produce similar effects. However, what made the human mimic frogs truly remarkable was their ability to finely control based on the subtle emotions of the target, in a fuzzy way. The ability to prepare the optimal prescription tailored to each person seemed to be instinctual.
Having unraveled the mystery of the human mimic frogs, I was satisfied and gradually drifted into a doze. When I woke, it was almost dawn. The days have been getting longer lately.
* * *
Coming home in the morning, the three who had played all night looked a bit tired. It wasn’t a loss of vitality—just sleep deprivation and the aftereffects of hours of excitement. Still, it was clearly bad for their health.
To avoid carrying fatigue into the next day, I needed to sleep properly at night.
During battle, just being able to sleep in a clean bed made me feel lucky. Now that my wishes were being fulfilled, I hadn’t been sleeping well lately. I needed to sleep.
When I returned to the castle, Shea-Shea scolded me for coming home in the morning. I tried to excuse myself, saying it was part of work socializing. Am I already dominated even before marriage? To keep her happy, I promised to help properly with the paperwork today.
First, I distributed meals to the prisoners, then prepared various furnishings for Rin and Oka’s rooms. Those two really enjoyed taking care of the children and the crucian carp. Maybe I should just assign them the crucian carp duties?
Rin and Oka both had pointed ears, so the children thought they were fellow elves. That was perfect. When introducing them, I would say they were Ancient Elves. Considering their origins, it wasn’t entirely a lie.
Elves, orcs, and goblin Rin alike were synthetic beings created by god-like people from a super ancient civilization using Bio-like technology. A common trait was their pointed ears. They probably designed them that way intentionally, to distinguish them from humans.
Nowadays, orcs and goblin Rin had become degraded in appearance, but Rin and Oka were originals from the time of their creation. They were just as beautiful as elves.
The issue was what would happen to their descendants. Otto the dragon seemed to have a collection of original male bodies, so I might need to visit him once. If they didn’t want to, there was no need to force them to leave descendants.
Anyway, it was already noon. Lately, time seemed to pass unusually quickly. This afternoon, I would work hard helping Shea-Shea.
Lunchtime was a meeting meal with Mr. Donovan.
While Shea-Shea was swamped with paperwork, Sar-Sar’s mother acted like my personal secretary. Managing the king’s schedule was tough. I had to do my best to keep everything on track.
Setting that aside, Ms. Laara, Sar-Sar’s mother, was a beautiful woman with the perfect lady vibe. She was older than Miss Floria, but a beautiful secretary in her prime was quite dangerous. Well, if I married Sar-Sar, Ms. Laara would be my mother—dangerous in several ways.
While eating, Mr. Donovan consulted me about adding a temple. The construction cost was within an acceptable range, but building a temple meant preparing a post for a priest. Since temples weren’t easily destroyed, that meant a semi-permanent increase in personnel expenses. For now, I decided to reject it. It could wait until our regular income stabilized more.
After the meal, I returned to my room and hurriedly refreshed my appearance. Mr. Donovan and Shea-Shea had different tastes in clothes. Ms. Laara offered to help, but I politely declined.
I should probably hire a specialist like a stylist, but it was hard to find someone well-versed in etiquette. If I married Tizzy, I might also gain such personnel. It was a tough world for someone climbing the ranks.
”Master. Yakou, just returned,” a black-clad beautiful woman suddenly said as she appeared from my shadow just as I finished changing and was about to leave the room. Wearing black in daylight made her stand out even more. Her insistence on perfect timing and not waiting until dusk suggested this was definitely urgent.
Sorry to Shea-Shea, but this would have to wait again. The priority between daily chores and emergencies was clear. Ah, but I needed to be considerate to avoid misunderstandings. It wasn’t meant to imply I favored Yakou over Shea-Shea.
A woman as clever as Shea-Shea would surely understand that, but I couldn’t let my guard down. Minor triggers causing revolts were common if you looked into history. Even without going that far, jealousy among women could be terrifying.
”You don’t look well. Is something the matter?” she asked.
”No, first I want you to hear your report,” I replied.
”There are both good and bad reports,” she said.
”Please tell me the more urgent ones first,” I urged.
I thought Yakou’s dramatic attitude meant the report wouldn’t be so bad, but I was wrong.
”The Larse Empire has been hiding behind its vassals, raising armies in secret. Their goal is to annex Duke Mineley Territory,” Yakou said, her voice serious.
”The Larse Empire? Isn’t it the Totoana Empire? Didn’t Yakou infiltrate Totoana?” I asked, confused.
”Totoana’s intelligence network is top-notch. They gather information instantly from all over the world, so I used that to my advantage,” she explained.
She sneaked into Totoana’s intelligence headquarters to gather information. What exactly is she planning?
Everyone knows the Totoana and Larse Empires are the two superpowers of this world. I’d always thought Totoana was the villain and Larse the good guy, but that’s clearly not true.
”The Larse Empire and our Holy Kingdom are loosely allied through an anti-monster pact, so technically, they’re our allies,” Yakou added.
”Yeah, but it looks like the ones actually operating are mercenaries and volunteers,” she continued.
So since it’s not the official army, it’s supposedly okay? But the Larse Empire, as the alliance leader, should be following the rules, yet they’re blatantly breaking them. Why is nobody stopping this?
If Gorigan currently occupies Duke Mineley Territory, the Larse Empire would have a legitimate reason to intervene militarily.
At the time, Tizzy requested help from the royal capital via guild communication, but it seems His Majesty of the Holy Kingdom—who’s quite cowardly—asked for reinforcements from the Larse Empire instead.
Fortunately, the Gorigan army was defeated before Larse could move.
”There’s no righteous cause to mobilize the volunteer army, right?” I asked.
Having a just cause is crucial when waging war. To end things cleanly and at a convenient time, clear terms must be set from the start. If the winning side doesn’t benefit, fighting makes no sense. It’s awful when conflicts drag on endlessly, turning into bloody stalemates with no clear winner.
”The official justification is to establish the legitimate heir of the Duke Mineley family,” Yakou said.
”The former Duke… I thought he defected to Totoana?” I remembered.
”The organization on Larse’s side has secured Little Castor,” she replied.
So Little Castor is the son of Big Castor and related to Tizzy, right? Isn’t he her cousin?
”They say that guy’s inheritance rights are lower than Tizzy’s,” Yakou explained.
”It seems the previous Duke’s testament was found, and apparently, things can be arranged from that,” she added.
I really hate how messy inheritance disputes get.
The newly found testament was written by Tizzy’s grandfather and named Little Castor—my own son—as the heir. If the testament is genuine, then Tizzy’s father shouldn’t have become Duke in the first place. Are they really going to rewrite history that far back?
I’d heard Little Castor was Big Castor’s son, but apparently, Tizzy’s grandfather was involved with Big Castor’s wife. That’s how Little Castor was born. Big Castor must have felt betrayed by his wife being taken by her own father-in-law. It’s a grim story.
According to the rules Floria Miss taught me, biological fatherhood doesn’t matter in inheritance. Even if I had fathered Miss Floria’s child, legally, the child belongs to her and her husband, the Baron.
So no matter the biological truth, legally Little Castor is considered Big Castor’s son. There’s no DNA testing in this world, so true paternity can’t be proven.
The problem is, Little Castor’s mother is a distant relative of the Larse Emperor, and according to their records, she was married to an old man from Tizzy’s side, not Big Castor.
If Little Castor is actually the younger brother of Big Castor, things get even more complicated. The order of inheritance apparently prioritizes the mother’s status over age, so the claim that Little Castor is the legitimate heir holds some weight.
Family disputes are a real pain.
”I wonder why Totoana and Larse want that remote mountain area so badly. Don’t they have good mines elsewhere?” I asked.
”Apparently, the mining rights were seized by the dwarf kingdom,” Yakou said.
”Why’s that?” I was curious.
”They forced a bidding war for gold coins from the Ancient Holy Empire. Each coin was worth enough to buy a small country,” she explained.
I know that story well. The source of those gold coins is from me—or rather, from the nest of Schulz.
Both the Totoana and Larse Empires claim to be the rightful successors of the Ancient Holy Empire, so collecting related relics is a national priority. It’s foolish to gamble the treasury over mere coins, but the dwarf king cleverly stirred both sides up.
The bidding war ended in a tie, with both sides winning the same number of coins. Struggling to pay, both countries transferred the mining rights of their own mines to the dwarf kingdom. Production of gold and silver stopped, and both are in serious trouble.
It’s ridiculous, but what if a world war breaks out over something like this?
The dwarf king asks for too much, but the dwarves are troublemakers who sow conflict without meaning to. This isn’t just their problem—it’s mine too. I want to resolve this peacefully, but it seems the armies are already moving.
Should I do the same as when I repelled the Gorigan army? Duke Mineley Territory is easy to defend but hard to attack, and this time Tizzy is leading, so I should get full army support.
If it’s just fighting, it might be an easy battle. The real problem is settling things politically. Honestly, I have no idea how to do that. I’ll leave it to Tizzy and Miss Floria.
Wait—is this what the cardinal meant? If so, the Great Temple’s intelligence network is god-level. They’re probably already planning a resolution and writing the script.
For now, what should I do first? Explain the situation to Shea-Shea and ask her to keep watch? That’s important.
If I’m going to fight with the Indra Gun, I need to restock crossbow bolts. Since I have the funds, I might as well place an order with the dwarves.
Ah, I should also get iron materials and mass-produce them at Uno’s place. I need to recharge Pii-Pii with mana and want some time to calm down and think everything through.
Personally, I want to cuddle with Uno and the others and be healed. If possible, I’d like to hole up there for about ten years.
I can put off all the unpleasant things for now. Yes, that’s what I’ll do.
Notes:
• 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.
• Aslink – A reclusive man in his 30s living in Toyata Village. He is described as a hermit or sage by Ms. Erin. Aslink breeds frogs and has a hidden underground warehouse, hinting at a wealthy past.
• Erin – A timeless elf living in a quiet cabin surrounded by bees, Ms. Erin is over 100 years old and once the wife of a wealthy villager. After her husband’s death, she gave up luxury to live simply, sharing rare honey with select villagers—mostly children. Graceful yet intimidating, she’s known for her mysterious beauty, ageless presence, and surprising fondness for meat. She occasionally grants small blessings to the MC—subtle enchantments or quiet words that linger with unexpected power.
• Ms. Erin – A timeless elf living in a quiet cabin surrounded by bees, Ms. Erin is over 100 years old and once the wife of a wealthy villager. After her husband’s death, she gave up luxury to live simply, sharing rare honey with select villagers—mostly children. Graceful yet intimidating, she’s known for her mysterious beauty, ageless presence, and surprising fondness for meat. She occasionally grants small blessings to the MC—subtle enchantments or quiet words that linger with unexpected power.
• Flare – Munin’s 19-year-old wife, village’s most beautiful woman and village chief’s daughter. Bewitching beauty with fiery red hair, seductive features, and a curvaceous figure. Reserved but unintentionally captivating, her pheromones spellbind men. Childhood friend and dominant in their relationship.
• Munin – 22-year-old genius leatherworker, trained in the royal capital. Tall, handsome, but volatile and jealous, especially about his wife, Flare. Top-class craftsman by human standards. Married to Flare, whom he accuses others of trying to seduce.
• Mr. Chaa – The Butcher of Toyata Village.
• Shea-Shea – Mauro’s daughter. Hurt by Alexander. Became an eager fiancée after advice from protagonist.
• Otto – A male dragon with a unique fetish for human males, often transforming into a beautiful maiden to lure them.
• 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.
• 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.
• Laara – Saria’s mother and the head of the Toyata Viscount house. She is a noble lady with a strong sense of duty and tradition.
• Tizzy – Claims to be Duke’s daughter, a noble with advanced magic skills. MC and Ms. Shirakaba lover.
• Yakou – A newly created kunoichi spirit with high specs from Mubiel. She pledges loyalty to the Narrator as her ‘Lord Shogun’ and seeks to punish villains.
• Holy Kingdom – Located on the east of the continent.
• Schulz – A male dragon who collects human women and holds the rank of Duke within the Anti-Magic Alliance.
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