Volume 6 Chapter 59 Summons From The Capital
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I’m starting to feel like there’s truly no bond between me and Princess Aurora.
If the teleportation gate in the Gorigan region had turned out to be unusable, I had planned to stay longer in the Kingdom of Ayub and maybe visit the princess while I was at it.
Ms. Nina once told me the old castle in Ayub has plenty of charm.
I’ve always been curious about the dragonfly fountain in the backyard. It’s a stone basin carved into the ground, and in the summer, tiny dragonflies gather around it. Apparently, when their wings are closed, you can gently scoop them up. Ms. Nina said they’re more beautiful than gemstones—probably damselflies or something close.
There’s also a treehouse that was once her secret base. If it still stands, I’d like to see it. Although, that treehouse… Princess Aurora built it. That part’s a little complicated.
Well, maybe someday, I’ll visit again with Ms. Nina. I just hope that by then, I can truly call myself a friend of the princess.
* * *
The teleportation gate in Gorigan is still working perfectly.
I’m not sure what happened, but it’s been installed in the basement of a ruined temple. Judging from its location, the gate was likely built first, and then the temple came afterward. The fact that the temple was never torn down suggests the people back then knew about the gate and chose to protect it.
At some point, a lich made its home in that temple, and the townspeople fled. The place turned into a ghost town.
With no one left, the teleportation gate remained untouched. Normally, the dwarves would seal gates if they feared abuse, but it seems no one bothered here.
When I saw the “Lich Warning” sign at the town’s entrance, I almost turned back and headed for Ayub immediately.
If the upper dark spirit Mubiel hadn’t told me not to worry about the undead here, I’d have fled without a second thought.
In this world, “undead” refers to things like zombies and specters—cursed remnants of the dead, straight out of games or horror stories. They react to the life energy of the living, which means if you keep your mana hidden, they won’t notice you.
It’s actually pretty easy with a bit of spiritual suppression technique. Though… even knowing that, ghosts are still scary.
When I entered the temple courtyard and saw a wraith floating in the light of the setting sun, my breath caught.
Wraiths don’t have physical forms. In daylight, they look like scraps of cloth drifting through the air. They must be the lich’s servants. I counted at least ten of them inside the temple.
Even one is a serious threat in battle—immune to physical attacks, resistant to almost all magic except Holy spells. Basically, close to invincible.
And their attacks are worse. They specialize in status magic, especially drain spells. They can lower your level and damage your spirit. Even if someone like Alex revives with perfect health, the mental scars remain.
Some people lose their minds just by seeing a wraith. Thankfully, I’m fully resistant, so I held it together.
I walked carefully through the temple, keeping my spirit calm and my mana sealed. As long as I didn’t leak any energy, they ignored me, like jellyfish drifting past.
The lich itself was kneeling at the altar, deep in prayer.
Its presence was overwhelming, but not exactly sinister. If anything, it gave off a sacred aura. If it were in Japan, people might worship it like a Buddha.
It noticed me even though I was using full stealth, but it didn’t react. Just let me pass. Honestly, I wouldn’t stand a chance against it anyway.
* * *
Seeing spirits living quietly like this… made me feel something. A little understanding, maybe.
Yes, it’s terrifying how the dead can attack the living. But at the same time, it’s sad. Maybe the warmth of life drives them mad with longing. Maybe they’re clinging to the world out of pain, sorrow, or regret.
I get the feeling that lich was once a kind person.
Even in a world with gods, clergy often carry heavy burdens. Maybe because the gods are real, they feel abandoned even more deeply when things go wrong.
Mr. Donovan once joked that if he ever lost his faith, he’d turn into a lich and burn the temple down.
Sometimes, those we call wise carry pain others can’t see. With the wrong push at the wrong time, anyone might fall.
I once said I’d turn into a lich out of frustration… thinking back, it was a stupid joke. I shouldn’t have said it.
I used the teleportation gate in the basement, offering silent thanks to the lich’s god—whoever they may be.
* * *
By the time I returned to the castle, the sun had already set.
It felt rude to have dinner prepared just for me, so I slipped into my room quietly.
From my magic bag, I pulled out a fresh chicken cutlet, slipped it into a chicken ham sandwich, and made it a double. I’m at that age where I crave protein.
Not bad. If I had to name it… maybe a “Ham-Cutlet Double”? No, that sounds off. I’ll let the kids come up with something tomorrow.
Even when I’m away, it looks like someone changes the bedsheets daily. A bit overkill, but I appreciate it.
Since I’m being spoiled, I might as well enjoy a proper bath. I poured hot spring water from my magic bag into the brass tub.
It’s water straight from the source. Having this magic bag really is a cheat. I can soak in real hot springs anytime I want.
The soap in the bathroom had a soft minty scent. I think Aspergillus-san made it.
At first, we bought soap from the Merchant Guild, but their prices were absurd. Aspergillus-san got fed up and started making our own. He said it wasn’t hard—and every batch seems to get better.
It’s a bit rough in shape, like it’s handmade, but it feels as smooth as Japanese products. Actually, maybe even better. It’s gentle and moisturizing—something noblewomen would love.
She says she’s not concerned with profit since it’s for internal use, but I can see why Shea-Shea approved the budget. Honestly, if we marketed this as luxury soap, it’d sell like crazy.
We’ve really been blessed with good people. Feels like gold keeps falling into our lap.
But if we’re the only ones making a profit, it won’t help the world.
To keep the economy alive, wealth needs to circulate. But the Merchant Guild keeps getting in the way.
The Sabroa Dukedom is trading huge sums with the dwarves, and their economy is booming. Maybe we should focus on building up demand inside the country.
If we do that, though, it won’t be long before the commoners here outpace the local nobles.
That’s a good thing… but it also makes us a target.
Should we pour money into the Grand Temple and Merchant Guild to protect ourselves? That might work, but then we’re taking wealth away from the people who need it most.
I trust the current cardinal, but who knows what the future holds? If someone foolish gains power, they might ruin everything chasing quick profits.
Kill the goose that lays the golden eggs, as they say.
”In that case, we need strength—enough to defend ourselves,” I said, resting my chin on my hand. “If we can push back unreasonable demands from the major powers, then we can keep our profits safe.”
I leaned back, letting my thoughts wander. “Maybe we could hire a Hero army like the Larse Empire did… Summoned Heroes are basically living weapons in this world. If we throw in enough money, we could build the strongest army in no time.”
But I sighed, knowing the problem. “Heroes are a pain to handle. If someone wild like Lü Bu shows up, we’d be the ones getting crushed. A civil war would be the end.”
I figured I’d mull it over while lying in bed, but that was a mistake.
At this rate, I might just fall asleep like a normal person. Well… maybe that’s fine. I’ve worked hard these past few days. I deserve at least one peaceful night, right?
Letting my body sink into sleep, I whispered to myself, “This is what they call a reward…”
Then it hit me. “Wait… I left Ms. Shirakaba and the others inside the magic bag…”
I stared up at the ceiling, frozen. The bag used time-space magic, so technically, time inside should be paused. There shouldn’t be a problem even if I left them until tomorrow…
”Please forgive me,” I murmured.
* * *
Morning came, and my life in the castle began again.
Now that I thought about it, even though I’d built this huge, brand-new castle, I’d only stayed here a handful of times.
Even Shea-Shea and Sar-Sar had gotten used to life here… Meanwhile, I still felt like some outsider just passing through.
”I’m starting to get why dads on solo work assignments feel lonely,” I muttered, tugging at my collar.
Back in middle school, I had this classmate whose dad was a sailor. The kid said it felt like a festival whenever his dad came home for a few days.
At the time, I just thought, Everyone’s got their own stuff going on. But now I get it. Even the couple’s relationship must’ve been hanging by a thread.
Life is full of ups and downs… so are relationships. I wonder what my tomorrow will look like.
* * *
When I stepped into the office, feeling a little nervous, Shea-Shea greeted me with a gentle smile and handed over a tall stack of papers with a light thud. They weren’t parchment, but thin straw paper—there was a lot.
”It hasn’t even been ten days…” I mumbled, flipping through them.
Still, most of the documents didn’t need my seal. I could treat them like reading the news. No point gathering information if I wasn’t going to read it, right?
”Hm… looks like the economy’s picking up. That’s good.”
But one part made me frown.
”Public safety is dropping…”
Without Yakou around, it seemed the underworld was creeping in fast. Even though we’d set up a police-like force, the moment we let our guard down, they started cutting deals with the underground guilds.
”I heard the city guards in the capital already made a gentleman’s agreement with the local gangs…” I muttered, rubbing my temples.
There will always be thieves in the world.
The real problem is the kind of people who find it easier to steal than to work. But honestly, most people in this world are like that. As a ruler, I can’t just rely on their conscience.
Public executions worked as a warning, sure… but I didn’t want to go there. If I absolutely had to, then I needed a system that could prevent false accusations.
* * *
As I was halfway through the reports, new documents started pouring in faster than I could finish the old ones.
”This is endless…”
Still, most were just greeting letters from merchants. Shea-Shea quickly sorted those out. Idle lords might enjoy meeting every guest face-to-face, but to me, that was a waste of time—for both sides.
Of course, if someone like His Eminence the Cardinal visited, I’d welcome him properly.
A servant brought in a gaudy gold-embossed parchment, and I had a bad feeling right away.
”From His Majesty the King of the Holy Kingdom to Viscount Toyata the First…” I read aloud, raising an eyebrow. “Wait, isn’t this a summons!?”
I took it from Shea-Shea and stared at the elegant writing, but it was so fancy I couldn’t understand a word.
”It seems to say they expect the Viscount’s strength as a summoned Hero,” Shea-Shea said softly, “and they request you to join them promptly.”
”…What are they expecting from a dropout like me? Is this just for show?”
Or… is this about war?
”Don’t tell me they want me to lead an army?” I asked, already regretting everything.
Shea-Shea nodded calmly. “For a Viscount, gathering ten knights would be enough to maintain appearances. But we don’t have any warhorses. If we rush to buy them now, we’ll get ripped off.”
So it’s all about looks, huh? Well, if we need to show off, then we’ll need horses at least.
”Should’ve picked up some horses on the battlefield… There were tons of good ones, but I left them because it was a pain. Even the magic bag wouldn’t work if the horses kicked up a fuss.”
”Hire mercenaries…? No, wait.” I tapped the desk. “If they just want knights for show, then we can make it work.”
Mr. Donovan was preparing horses for a temple ceremony. They were all flashy, but useless nags. Still, perfect for decoration. I’ll borrow those.
As for the riders, maybe I could recruit some of the prisoners under Gorigan. He wasn’t paying their ransom anyway. I was going to send them to the Great Temple as slaves, but a few seemed pretty obedient.
If that doesn’t work out, I’ll just pull a few people from the Dragon’s Tail Gang.
”So… when do we have to leave?” I asked.
”It arrived by express horse,” Shea-Shea replied, “so preferably within three days.”
”Three days, huh? That’s… relaxed, for something urgent.”
I blinked at the letter again.
I’d heard of Kyoto time, but this must be another world time. Is this what people call a true slow life…?
No, no. If we’re prepping cavalry, three days will fly by.
But what’s the Holy Kingdom planning? With the timing, it’s probably connected to the Larse Empire’s movements.
”…Ah. Before I go to the royal capital, I need to properly accept the immigrants from the Mineley territory.”
Three days. If I don’t move fast, things are gonna pile up real quick.
First, I decided to visit Mr. Donovan to talk about assembling the cavalry.
”Cavalry in this age is just for show,” Mr. Donovan said, brushing dust from his sleeves. “As long as it looks the part, that’s enough.”
He agreed to my proposal without hesitation.
The horses gathered at the temple are those that failed to qualify as warhorses—rejected for being too timid, lacking stamina, or other minor flaws. They’re well-behaved enough for ceremonial use, but completely unfit for real combat.
There are also twelve full sets of equipment ready—armor for both horses and priest-knights. The order placed was so focused on appearance that the dwarves had fun making the armor as lightweight as possible. Of course, being professionals, they couldn’t make something cheap or half-baked. Judging by the finely carved chisel marks, they put their hearts into it. They were serious… about enjoying themselves.
The armor is made from iron plates so thin, it’s practically decorative. They shine like toys, with no real defensive value. Wearing them might even cause them to bend out of shape. It’d be a waste to throw them out, so I decided to try replacing one set with regenerated mithril.
”Oh, is that some kind of plating magic? As expected of the Saint!” Mr. Donovan said with awe in his voice.
He seemed to misunderstand, but if such magic existed, it would certainly be useful.
Even with mithril, the armor was still too thin for battle. But now, at least, it was durable enough for daily use. More than that, it looked even more luxurious. If nobles saw it, they might want to buy it. There’s value in appearances.
The temple crest of Keras is engraved into the metal, but since this land was granted to me by the Goddess herself, it wouldn’t seem strange to keep it. While chatting idly, I began replacing all the sets.
Next came the matter of persuading the prisoners, but Mr. Donovan gladly volunteered with a cheerful smile. Brainwashing—no, re-education—seems to be his specialty.
Surprisingly, forming an army is something that can be delegated. Now that I think about it, that’s what all lords do. There are plenty of experts for this kind of thing.
With that off my shoulders, I’ll move on to the things only I can do.
Next is accepting immigrants.
* * *
The apartment complex I was relying on is still a prototype being developed by Master Ragul, the dwarf.
To put it simply, it’s a concrete housing project—something born from our talk about Japan’s living conditions and future housing problems. That conversation somehow turned into a real construction plan.
I passed through the teleportation gate and arrived at Master Ragul’s workshop. Around it, several buildings were already standing. It looked like a scene straight out of Japan’s rapid-growth era.
Last time I visited, they had just begun laying the foundation of the first building. The pace was almost frightening.
Because concrete takes years to fully harden in this world, only the first building had internal piping and utilities installed so far. Once it reaches full strength, the structure becomes as solid as a fortress. It’s clearly overengineered—but supposedly built to last for a thousand years.
What kind of world will this be a thousand years from now? Will science have advanced? Will grand cities rise, filled with towering buildings? Though with the current birth rate, I’m not sure the population will ever grow that much.
That far future will be long after I’m gone. But maybe Uno and Schulz will live to see it.
* * *
Master Ragul was quite passionate about the unit-based structure. It seems he was heavily inspired by the capsule-style housing we talked about.
The first building has 16 units of 2LDK per floor, with eight floors—enough to house 128 families.
”The good thing about units is, with a magic bag, you can stack them up like blocks,” Master Ragul explained proudly. “Once fully hardened, they can go ten stories or more. Not that I recommend it.”
Unfortunately, my own magic bag can’t hold units this large. One of Master Ragul’s apprentices, however, has a special bag big enough to fit an entire unit. Some summoned heroes are even rumored to carry full gymnasiums in theirs.
That apprentice also has perfect summoning accuracy, placing each unit in the exact spot needed. No glue, no supports—just their own weight holding them steady.
While the technical feat of stacking eight stories is impressive, I’m not sure people will be comfortable living in it. There’s another issue, too. In this world, houses with two or more floors get taxed heavily. It’s a constant headache.
Luckily, Master Ragul’s workshop lies inside dwarf territory. No tax concerns here. I’ve heard the dwarf king’s castle pierces the clouds—they don’t worry about silly human superstitions.
Still, when I start construction in the Sabroa Dukedom, it’ll probably be limited to three floors. There’s plenty of land, so there’s little point in building too high anyway.
But now that we’ve made this apartment complex, we may as well use it. Master Ragul looked excited to see it put to use.
With 128 units, it’s roughly the size of a small town by this world’s standards. Even so, it’s not enough for all the people we brought. For now, several families will have to share. I’ll leave the management to Tizzy.
Since it’s about time, I quietly pulled Tizzy and Ms. Shirakaba out of the magic bag without letting Master Ragul notice.
”This really is an apartment complex,” Ms. Shirakaba said, gazing up at the building. “It’s modern… or maybe like something from a Showa-era sci-fi movie?”
”To me, it looks more like a fortress,” Tizzy said, blinking in surprise. “Are we really allowed to live in something this grand?”
The two of them started exploring the place with excitement. Not bad. They’re adapting quickly. Women really are strong.
”About 2LDK? Maybe even a little bigger,” Ms. Shirakaba said, looking around. “The exposed concrete is pretty stylish. I bet it’d look nice with wooden floors.”
She sounded like a newlywed inspecting a model home. The building gave off a nostalgic, almost Japanese atmosphere.
”There’s even a ceramic toilet and a bath connected to the water line?” Tizzy gasped, her eyes wide. “To someone from another world, this is already a dream home.”
As expected of dwarves—even the faucets looked elegant. Honestly, they were fancier than anything I’d seen in commoner homes back in Japan.
”I feel bad for everyone else, but I think we should all live here together for now,” I said, lowering my voice.
”If there are 128 rooms this size, we should be able to manage somehow,” Tizzy replied with a confident nod.
”Let’s try packing 100 households in first and use the rest as spares~desuwa. We can adjust depending on how it goes,” she added with a graceful smile.
According to her, it’s best to organize housing by village rather than just by headcount. That makes sense. Living with complete strangers from day one would be difficult.
Most villages have fewer than twenty people, so putting a whole village in one unit should avoid problems.
It’s cramped, sure—twenty people in a 2LDK sounds like a squeeze—but for now, it’s emergency shelter. We’ll make it work.
In another ten days, more buildings should be reinforced and ready. Until then, we just need to endure the wind and rain.
Maybe we should also start mass-producing tents as a precaution.
”Shall we take the top floor for ourselves?” I asked with a small grin.
”Nice. Feels like newlywed life,” Ms. Shirakaba said, giggling.
Both of them were surprisingly positive. In that case, I’ll leave things in their hands for now—they can serve as temporary managers.
”By the way,” Master Ragul said, scratching his cheek, “the elevator’s still in the prototype stage, so it can’t be used yet.”
”Only stairs up to the eighth floor, huh?” Tizzy replied with a confident grin. “But don’t underestimate us mountain folk.”
She chuckled softly, then added, “Now that I think about it, there was a village where they used a jar to draw water all the way from the bottom of a valley. Just having water whenever you want—it’s like a dream life~desuwa.”
In this world, elevators do exist, but mostly for use in mines or fortress towers. Creating one like on Earth, something stable and reliable for daily life, would apparently take years to develop.
”Ah, we’ll need to be careful with the water,” Master Ragul said awkwardly to the two drawing from the tap. “If we use too much, it’ll be gone in no time.”
It was said that dwarven magic could draw water using sunlight, but it took about three days of clear skies to fill just one bathtub. No one really knew how it worked, and in truth, it wasn’t very practical. But if it could be used smartly, at least for drinking water, maybe it had potential.
”Water might become the cause of fights~desuwa. I say we ban its use entirely.”
”That’s your plan? That’s a bit extreme… Sorry about that,” I said with a weak smile.
There was no water meter or system to track usage. If even one person wasted it, the whole system would suffer. Everyone just needed to conserve—but without clear rules, things would spiral out of control fast. Tizzy’s idea of outright banning water to avoid fights was, in a way, shockingly reasonable. It was the kind of bold thinking that might be hard for most Japanese to even consider.
And with no working elevator, carrying water up to the higher floors must be a huge burden for the residents.
”By the way,” I asked, “where’s the oven for baking bread? Do you make enough for all 1,500 people at once?”
Naturally, those sorts of concerns were unavoidable.
The dwarves under Master Ragul received their meals through teleportation gates. Being heavy eaters, they consumed food on the scale of several hundred people a day.
But 1,500 people? If the existence of the teleportation gate leaked, wouldn’t that pose a serious risk? Maybe it was best to leave transport to the dwarves.
At the very least, Tizzy and Ms. Shirakaba would need to know about the gate. If Tizzy was my wife, then convincing the dwarves should be easier. In this world, that kind of bond held real weight.
Even if Wall Barley bread was cheap, feeding 1,500 people was no small expense. I had the funds, and my income was growing, but still… being frugal felt strangely sad sometimes.
Thankfully, Master Ragul was open to accepting immigrants from the Duke Mineley Territory. Since many were former miners, there was no shortage of work to give them.
Concrete production kept increasing, and honestly, we were desperate enough to hire cats if they could help.
Compared to a dwarf’s strength, humans only had about one-tenth of the muscle, but there were plenty of tasks even children could do.
”Anyone who steals gets punched. Anyone who slacks off gets punched. Don’t like it? Then get out.”
”Naturally, desuwa.”
They seemed to come to an understanding. Master Ragul and Tizzy crossed their arms and exchanged what looked like a firm, warrior-style handshake. Well, close enough to a handshake, anyway. Both of them spoke harshly, but they had kindness buried in their own way.
With this, I could begin moving the immigrants safely.
Ah… are we going to do that little performance again to keep the teleportation secret?
* * *
We rented a fairly large makeshift tent from the oyakata and dressed up the interior to look mysterious. Twisting the sense of direction in a small, cluttered space dulled the senses—a trick like a haunted house.
Of course, I donned my usual green mage costume, and Tizzy acted as my assistant. Ms. Shirakaba helped support her.
”Abracata—boom! Teleport!”
Waving my staff with dramatic flair, I had the villagers come out one group at a time.
Tizzy played along with absolute seriousness, keeping up the illusion. Meanwhile, Ms. Shirakaba stood by with a slightly troubled smile. She seemed willing to keep the secret. Even if she looked at me with suspicion, I didn’t mind. My feelings for Tizzy were only growing stronger.
Just gathering and moving this many people was already difficult. In Japan, even elementary school kids could line up for sports day or school trips, but here… unless they were trained soldiers, most people couldn’t even form a proper line.
Maybe that kind of discipline needed to be taught from childhood?
Thinking about it, school events were probably rooted in military training principles. Teachers must’ve been refining methods since the Meiji era.
At first, the children were shy and unsure in the unfamiliar surroundings, but curiosity soon got the better of them. They ran around with excitement.
The stairs, especially, were a hit. They’d probably never seen a building with eight floors before.
”Yes, yes, don’t run in the halls or on the stairs!” Ms. Shirakaba called out cheerfully. “If you fall, it’s dangerous—no playing!”
She was full of energy. Honestly, she wasn’t losing to the kids at all.
Meanwhile, the adults started bickering over which room to claim. At first, everyone wanted a spot on the upper floors. But once Tizzy explained how exhausting it would be to go up and down the stairs all the time, people began second-guessing themselves. They were so indecisive it was almost funny.
In the end, since Tizzy took charge and assigned rooms quickly, everything stayed calm. But if she hadn’t stepped in, they might’ve argued about it forever.
Is democracy really that inefficient? No… if people choose for themselves, even if it takes time, they’ll feel more satisfied. Still, if complaints come up, all the blame will fall on Tizzy.
”This grand palace costs three common gold coins a year in rent. I’ll cover the first year myself.”
…Wait, what? I never intended to charge rent at all.
But still, everyone looked shocked and grateful, almost ready to kneel. For a commoner, three gold coins was a huge sum. That’s about what a low-ranking mercenary earns in a year. A married couple working in the Sabroa Dukedom might make just under ten coins annually. So… I guess the price wasn’t unreasonable?
I had planned to make it free at first, but in the long run, giving too much would spoil people. I wanted to encourage independence.
Thanks to Wall Barley, people didn’t need to work much in this world. But since many of the immigrants had mining experience, I wanted them to value labor again.
Maybe I should suggest making folk tale picture books—like Ivan the Fool—to teach that kind of message. Roe Shea’s stories could be a good source. I didn’t have time now, but Shea-Shea might be up for it. If she’s not too busy, that is.
Still, if I brought in someone like the Cardinal to help with messaging, things could go out of control in a second.
That person’s ideas were always extreme. If their political rivals found out, they might stir up trouble.
”They say God made a world where we don’t need to work—and now you’re praising labor? What’s this, a betrayal?”
No way. I definitely don’t want to trigger some ridiculous holy war.
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.
• Mubiel – Dark spirit; visually identified by “bell-bottoms,” competitive attitude, claims 108 bedroom techniques, but is a virgin and surprisingly innocent
• 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.
• 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.
• Shea-Shea – Mauro’s daughter. Hurt by Alexander. Became an eager fiancée after advice from protagonist.
• Shirakaba – A paladin who seems to be a skilled fighter. He’s introduced as someone with a strong defense and healing abilities.
• 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.
• Dragon’s Tail Gang – A group of four mercenaries (2 men, 2 women) who defect to the narrator’s side. They are skilled in combat and willing to do dirty work. Their leader has a skill called ‘Guiding Guardian Angel,’ which helps them make optimal decisions. They are pragmatic and will switch sides for better opportunities.
• Keras – God of Purification in this world. While not directly involved in the narrative, Keras is referenced through the High Slime, a noble being that serves as a servant of the god. The High Slime is summoned by the protagonist due to their connection with the earth spirits and their status as a spirit vessel. A figure who purified the cursed old Toyata Village, making it a viable relocation site.
• Ragul – A dwarf and a master craftsman on the temple. His appearance is typical of dwarves, with a sturdy build and a beard. He is kind-hearted, offering the narrator a place to stay. His relationship with the narrator is that of a temporary host and a fellow enthusiast of craftsmanship.
• Schulz – A male dragon who collects human women and holds the rank of Duke within the Anti-Magic Alliance.
• Tizzy – Claims to be Duke’s daughter, a noble with advanced magic skills. MC and Ms. Shirakaba lover.
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