Volume 6 Chapter 65 Blue Blood
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Before sunset, all the carriage drivers had already dozed off. It wasn’t their duty to stand guard—that job belonged to the knights.
Even the knights, though, were nodding off beneath their heavy armor, their eyes shut as if there was no danger at all. Wait, isn’t that… against the rules?
People really can sleep sitting upright, huh? Guess that’s a skill too. It’s weird to admire their sleep-patrol technique, but I kind of get it now. From a distance, they probably don’t even look suspicious. They’re making clever use of their full plate armor… or rather, hiding behind it well.
Should I scold them for this? Honestly, I’m not great at that kind of thing. If I had someone like a strict sergeant under me, I could leave that role to them. The type who’s fine with being the bad guy.
But for now… let’s just act like I didn’t see anything. They’re at least pulling their weight as scarecrows.
Most of the other nobles haven’t assigned any watch at all. Even though we’re surrounded by allied troops, they’re getting far too comfortable. They talk big about coming from military lineages, but in truth, peace has made them soft.
It’s only been ten years since the Demon King was stopped. And the ones who fought back then… were mostly the summoned Heroes.
In this world, rising through the ranks often comes from battlefield accomplishments. Yet, only a few summoned Heroes have become nobles. That part interests me.
Those who do tend to be craftsmen-types, like the Hero of Alcohol. I guess I’m in the same boat.
There are plenty of noble families that trace their bloodlines back to summoned Heroes, but most of those ties go back centuries. Maybe it’s just harder to rise nowadays?
In any case, staying this relaxed when war could break out at any moment is asking for disaster.
There are probably around five hundred soldiers gathered in this square. Plenty of combatants. But they’re an unorganized bunch. If we were ambushed, they’d be wiped out instantly.
The enemy Hero forces also have magicians. Their stats are so-so, but they’ve got the summoning bonus maxed out, and apparently their revival success rate is a perfect hundred percent. They’re the “Alex-type.”
In other words, they can fight recklessly, even die, and just come right back. Their attack magic comes out fast and hard, earning them the nickname Self-Destruct Magicians. Honestly, it’s more of a job title than a nickname.
If they decide to target this place with area spells, all five hundred soldiers here would be sitting ducks—easy prey.
Sure, we could put up a magic barrier to counter it. But does anyone here even have that kind of power? I heard it eats up a ton of mana. Keeping it up all night is probably impossible.
The higher-ups must’ve already talked through this battle behind closed doors. So maybe we’re not supposed to be too nervous about it.
The priests are fast asleep in their luxurious carriages, buried under piles of cushions. They’ve cast simple barriers around themselves, but judging by the spell patterns, those won’t even stop rain.
It’s likely meant to alert them if someone crosses it rather than to defend. More of an alarm system than a wall.
Maybe they’re more afraid of betrayal from allies than enemies. I had a different image in my head when I thought of priests—someone gentle, like the kind old man who gave Jean Valjean that silver candlestick. But that was just fiction, after all.
As full night settled in, only the summoned Heroes stayed up, gathered around the campfire, drinking and laughing like it was a party. From a Japanese sense of time, it’s still early evening.
I ended up letting them camp here with barely any resistance. Was that a mistake? Maybe. But if they’re nearby, I can keep an eye on them. It just takes a bit of patience.
Their loud voices reached even into my tent. It was like listening to a bunch of rowdy students on a school trip—only worse. Much worse.
They’re probably in their twenties or thirties. Even though they’re adults, they act like kids without a care in the world. Mom used to say that men stay children no matter how old they get. Seems she was right.
They’re asleep now, completely knocked out… but they’re still a problem. They act like this world is just some game. The one Hero with ridiculous power is already being treated like an outsider. No one notices, and I don’t really want to get involved.
But maybe I have to. Ugh. Just thinking about it gives me a stomachache.
They probably wouldn’t even listen if I tried to talk sense into them. So instead, I’ll just help them sleep faster—with a bit of herbal liquor. The kind that calms nerves and brings peaceful dreams. Mr. Raoh drinks it too before bed. It’s supposedly healthy, and the taste isn’t bad.
I approached the fire, hiding the bottle up my sleeve.
”What’s this, kid? Coming to join the fun?” one of them asked, slurring a bit.
”Everyone’s tired and resting. You’re being too noisy,” I said, offering the bottle. “Drink this and call it a night.”
”You didn’t spike it or anything, right? Handing it over like that… you drink it first,” said the one who looked like their leader, taking the bottle and sniffing it with suspicion. The way he looked at me—so smug—it grated on my nerves.
There’s no way I could get along with someone like that. Not that I planned to, anyway.
”If you don’t want it, give it back,” I said with a shrug. “That’s expensive stuff.”
”Expensive, huh? Let me try.”
More of them started gathering, led by me, all trying to get a taste. In their scramble, a good amount got spilled. What a waste. I’m never giving them anything good again.
”This is high-tier sake? Kind of annoying,” one of them muttered.
”If you don’t like it, I’ll finish it myself,” I replied bluntly.
”Hey, bring us something stronger!”
They were completely drunk now, shouting nonsense.
”I’ve got dwarf fire liquor. But it’s two common gold coins. Pay up front.”
”Common gold coins? Seriously?”
They looked stunned, like they didn’t expect me to actually charge them. But eventually, one of them tossed over two worn-out gold coins.
Honestly, the cost of dwarf fire liquor is pretty low. It’s just strong ethanol with a burn. It started out as disinfectant, but the dwarves turned it into booze. Typical.
”Gah! My throat’s on fire!”
”This is vodka, right? Man, I haven’t had this in a while. Store-bought stuff is always too weak.”
Despite all the complaints, they seemed to love it. In the end, they bought five jars. Maybe I just opened up a new line of business.
Mr. Raoh once told me that summoned Heroes tend to have high alcohol tolerance. It’s frustrating for drinkers who actually want to get drunk. But apparently, if they focus hard on it, they can lower their resistance.
”You’re probably high school age, right? Acting all strong… Being king must be tough, huh? Bet you’ve had it rough behind that brave face,” said one of them suddenly, breaking his silence.
He seemed younger than the rest, maybe a college student. Probably tipsy. His words left a bitter taste.
Tough, huh… I’m just doing what needs to be done. But I guess someone who thinks this world’s just a fantasy game wouldn’t understand. Talking to them is exhausting.
”To rule, you need political training at a top school. And more importantly, noble blood. They call it ‘blue blood,’ you know? Born to lead.”
I didn’t really follow what he was going on about. Probably just drunk rambling.
The idea that noble blood is blue? Of course, that’s a lie. It’s just that they never work under the sun, so their skin stays pale, with a bluish tint showing under the surface. That same image exists in this world, too, it seems.
”The ruler must guide the foolish commoners with wisdom and strength, so the burden is great. Few understand the pain you endure,” he said, voice filled with sympathy.
Not quite. It’s mostly just a matter of handing out tasks to people who can handle them. You need a sharp eye for talent, but Miss Floria has been teaching me well.
”You were just a regular person back in Japan, right? You don’t have to keep acting like a king──leave everything to me,” he said, leaning in.
…Is he asking to become a government official?
I want skilled people, sure, but this guy… he gives off the vibe of someone who’d fail solo, chasing glory and burning out.
The worst kind are the clumsy ones who try too hard.
”If you’re serious about working in the government, start as a junior civil servant apprentice,” I said. “There should still be openings. You’ll need to pass the exam, but as long as you can read and write in this world’s language, it shouldn’t be too difficult.”
For the junior level, I could probably pass too. But anything higher is hopeless. Mr. Raoh said the test makes Japan’s bar exam look easy.
”No, no, that’s not it,” he said, waving his hands. “What I mean is, you should give me the throne. Do you know what abdication means? It’s peacefully handing the crown to someone truly worthy.”
That’s… not something people say lightly.
As expected, summoned Heroes are a bit strange.
”If you don’t have blue blood running through your veins, you can’t be a proper king,” he insisted. “You get it, right? Even thoroughbred horses are judged by bloodline. A kite can’t birth a hawk. A frog stays a frog. Even if you sit on the throne, it’ll only lead to tragedy. I just want to save you from that fate. Please, try to understand me,” he pleaded, eyes full of emotion.
”I don’t need that,” I said flatly. “If you want to rule, go find some other country.”
They’d probably slam the gates on him, though. No one would take him seriously.
”Of course I tried that!” he exclaimed, voice rising. “But those foolish nobles just laughed at me. One even said he’d label me a Demon King and chased me out! What do they think I am?”
A summoned Hero drunk on cheat power, I thought.
”How rude! I’m nothing like those idiots obsessed with raw strength,” he snapped. “Honestly, I didn’t want to brag, but I’ll say it now. My family has been in politics for generations. Not just any politicians—we’ve produced leaders so important they’re in textbooks. I was born to sit on a minister’s chair someday. That’s what true blue blood means,” he declared proudly, his face red and puffed with pride.
His eyes sparkled with smug confidence. Is he… a compulsive liar, maybe?
He was speaking Japanese, so I understood the words, but I couldn’t follow the meaning. It seems the Mind Communication skill isn’t all-powerful after all.
That’s a lie. You probably didn’t belong anywhere in Japan, I thought.
According to the Professor, that’s usually how it goes with summoned Heroes. A strong desire to escape their world transforms into cheat abilities during the summoning. That’s the leading theory, anyway.
Maybe I didn’t get cheat powers because I never wanted to leave that badly. If I’m being honest, my summoning was probably a mistake to begin with.
”That’s not true… No, it’s not true! I’m a thoroughbred! I’ve had blue blood since the day I was born!” he shouted, face twisted in frustration.
Then, suddenly, he started crying. Did I trigger some kind of trauma switch? What a bizarre guy. Though… people like him often end up with powerful cheat abilities.
”Oh no, did I make you cry? Sorry about that,” said one of his companions with a chuckle. “Hegel’s got a weak heart. Don’t tease him too much.”
Hegel… wasn’t that a philosopher from Germany? I remember his name getting tossed around with Kant in some sort of dialectic, but I forgot the details. He must’ve been important though.
Hegel went quiet as one of the others gently knocked his head. Seems like he’s got the lowest status in their group.
A teasing target? Or just a bullied tagalong? Shouldn’t he have some sort of powerful cheat too?
”This guy failed his study-abroad program,” said another with a sigh. “But he’s got a bureaucratic-type cheat, so how about giving him your country?”
”Bureaucratic cheat?” I asked, eyebrows raised.
”It’s called Absolute Domination. As long as he’s in charge, there’ll never be any rebellion events,” he said casually.
That’s… seriously dangerous. If the Hero Management Bureau hears about it, they’ll erase him on the spot. Do they not realize that? Maybe in game terms it sounds like a minor convenience, but this isn’t a game.
”He’s way better than you, a cook pretending to be a king. Zenjō, right? Just let him take over.”
Others started gathering around, half-drunk but clearly backing him up.
”If you threaten NPCs with cheat strength, you get branded a Demon King,” one mumbled. “But with PCs, does it even count? Is there a PK rule or something?”
”Taking a whole country like this… isn’t that insanely risky?”
They were seriously talking about stealing a nation like it was a side quest.
But if Hegel really uses his cheat for justice, then… maybe he sees it as a good thing?
The roughest guy among them threw an arm over Hegel’s shoulder and glared at me.
What’s with that? In the end, they’re just extorting me.
They don’t get it. What the Hero Management Bureau fears most is a Hero going rogue. That’s why they’ve let me keep the throne—because I have no real combat power. To them, I’m harmless. Just a harmless king with no strength.
If you can’t pick up on that kind of atmosphere, you won’t last long—even running a small village, let alone ruling a nation. That’s the level we’re talking about. Not even cheat-worthy.
In that sense, the Larse Empire’s Hero army is clever. Since their leader is a local from this world, they can avoid a lot of trouble.
But these guys still think this world runs on game logic. They haven’t even reached the starting line yet.
”If you want to buy Sabroa Dukedom, it’s fifteen trillion common gold coins, upfront, in cash,” I said plainly.
Before this turns into a strength contest, I’ll treat it like a business deal.
I can feel it… Sir Hortus is getting ready to step in. Just as I thought, even verbal contracts seem to draw his attention.
He’s a neutral god. He won’t help me directly, but he’ll stop anything that breaks the rules. That alone is a huge relief.
For those who respect contracts, there’s no downside at all.
Miss Floria made founding the Hortus Shrine her first act as a minister. Seems she had good instincts. Hopefully, she handles it with care.
”What is this? Some kind of scam?” one of them muttered, glaring at the document.
”What would a cook even do with that much money?” another said, scoffing.
”This guy must think he’s better than everyone else,” someone added, folding their arms. “Probably believes being a cook is beneath him. Has he never heard of respecting all work?”
”If you’re broke, just give up already,” a voice said coldly.
”If you hated it so much, you should’ve just said no from the start,” someone else said with a shrug. “Why act all sarcastic now?”
”He’s the kind of guy who sees the whole world through money. Nobody’s going to stick around someone like that forever.”
”A guy like him? No chance with girls. He’s probably doomed to be single for life,” one of them laughed cruelly.
”Ah, so he finally gave up,” someone whispered.
”Maybe he’s just venting… But now everyone’s making fun of me,” I thought, watching quietly. “Back in the day, I probably would’ve broken down from this. But not anymore. Ever since coming here, I’ve toughened up. I’ve been through a lot.”
”Don’t rush things, Hegel,” a comrade said beside me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “If we do well in this war event, we’ll earn noble titles. Rising up bit by bit is what makes it all worth it.”
”We’re real comrades. That’s the greatest treasure for us humans,” another said with a grin. “A selfish brat like him would never get it.”
”Yeah, we’re best friends. Always have been, always will be,” someone added, laughing.
The drunk group broke into song, arms wrapped around each other. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I quietly returned to my tent.
”I can’t deal with this every single night,” I muttered. “If they hate it so much, why don’t they just leave?”
* * *
Before sunrise, the drivers were already up, preparing to depart in the darkness.
People in this world sleep and rise early. But this is too early, even for them.
I checked the roads using Radar Scan. Clear. I see… they’re trying to move out before the morning traffic builds up.
The summoned Heroes, noisy until midnight, were still asleep by the fire, wrapped in their cloaks. They wouldn’t be waking anytime soon. I decided to leave them behind for now.
Other nobles were beginning to stir. Looks like everyone had the same idea.
A wake-up horn echoed through the misty air.
”This feels… kind of like a real fantasy world,” someone whispered beside me.
”I like this kind of attention to detail,” another said, smiling faintly.
The Heroes, surprisingly, seemed cheerful as they woke. I couldn’t understand what they were so happy about.
”Early bird catches the worm,” I said to myself, skipping breakfast and heading out.
Despite their constant complaints, the Heroes still followed.
Driving the carriage in the dark was rough. Every time we hit a rock, the wooden wheels creaked. I decided to reinforce them before they completely broke. It’s much easier now to slide a steel pipe through the axle.
But steel rusts fast. Ideally, I’d use stainless steel.
I gathered chromium, nickel, and molybdenum from the Duke Mineley mines—but there’s still not enough, especially chromium. Back on Earth, it was cheap and everywhere.
For now, the best option is to coat iron with tin—basically, tinplate. I’ve secured tens of thousands of tons of tin. I also have plenty of zinc, so I can make galvanized iron too. I’ll use each material where it fits best.
Just as the sun rose, we reached a vast prairie. From here, no more traffic jams.
The wall barley, just starting to ripen, shimmered gold in the morning light.
Everyone gasped at the breathtaking view. Even the Heroes were speechless. Some took out their smartphones to snap photos. I wondered how they were charging those things.
The harvest season has come. The trolley plan for harvesting wall barley must be underway by now. I hope Mr. Raoh and the others are doing well.
Most of the barley will be turned into alcohol, and the dwarves are probably helping with the rail installation. Shea-Shea, who has to keep them in check, is probably struggling, though.
”Alright, let’s take a break,” I called out. “Start preparing breakfast.”
Same dish as last night—salted meat soup. I didn’t say anything about how to make it. I just watched.
”If you think the salt tastes just right when you taste it, then it’s already too salty,” I said casually, watching from the side.
Once I start watching, I get curious and can’t stop commenting. But I figure giving a few hints is okay. What’s obvious to me is hard for beginners. And food’s too important to mess up. I also don’t want to eat something gross.
Once the soup was decent, I gave a small nod of approval. The cook beamed with pride.
”If you can cook, you can get work anywhere,” I told them. “For us, that’s a big deal. People at the top wouldn’t get it.”
Maybe I should start a cooking school. Training is important.
”A tear-jerking story, huh? That kind of thing’s out of style,” one Hero said with a chuckle.
”Really? I kind of like that cheesy stuff,” another replied. “But I don’t want to hear old man speeches. Just show more cute girls!”
These Heroes really think they’re inside a game. They keep calling everything an “event” like it’s a joke.
But seriously, how would someone even enter a game world? That’s way harder to explain than anything here.
”Same dish again? Even if it’s not bad, garbage is still garbage!” one Hero shouted suddenly. “We’re Sir Heroes, saviors of the world! Give us a feast already!”
Then, as if on purpose, he knocked over the soup pot I worked so hard to make.
My hands trembled with rage.
It was the angriest I’ve been since coming to this world.
I knew it was just a cheap provocation, but I couldn’t let this slide.
”You get nothing from me,” I said, voice low.
”What, you wanna fight?” the Hero barked. “You think a lone cook can take on all of us?”
I understood what he was trying to say, but… the way he said it sounded so dumb, it killed all the tension.
”See that stone wall out there?” I said, pointing toward the horizon. “That’s the front line. Bet there’s a bunch of generals out there. If you’re lucky, you might get the feast you’re whining for.”
The Heroes squinted, trying to see.
They picked the fight, but now they looked lost. Even if they had cheat abilities, things might not go so smoothly for them.
”Whoa, it’s like the Great Wall of China.”
”That’s a monolith, right? It’s huge…”
How did they not notice it until now?
Isn’t anyone scouting ahead? Their levels might be high, but their actual skills… pretty weak. And they even published a strategy guide. I don’t get it.
”If you get it, then hurry up and go,” I said, waving them off.
”I’m already leaving, even if you don’t say it! Who’s gonna eat this junk anyway?” one of them shouted back.
”Haha! What a feast!” the other laughed.
The two fools bolted off like lightning. Haa… finally, some peace. It’s like a weight has been lifted from my back.
Still, they’re faster than I expected. Like horses in a panic. Especially the Hero—his speed really stands out. Only the editor-in-chief lagged behind, but even they were keeping a surprising pace.
Hmm… if it were just regular soldiers from this world, I might’ve been able to crush them through brute force alone. But this time, their side’s got cheat-class Heroes too. Guess they’re out of luck.
Even though we only spent half a day together, I really didn’t find them pleasant. Is it just me? Am I biased?
If I hadn’t been summoned here… if I hadn’t joined the so-called “bad guys,” maybe I could’ve lived as a decent, honest person.
Now that the swarm has moved on, we enjoy a quiet breakfast, then set off at an easy pace. We’ll probably reach the outer wall before sunset. The priest group isn’t in a rush either.
* * *
Though it’s only been a few days since we last came, the frontline base has grown fast.
Near the outer stone wall, a tent camp for temple personnel has sprung up. Around it, long poles hold streamers and cloth flags—barrier markers, probably.
I’ve heard it’s forbidden to raise weapons inside the Great Temple’s grounds. Maybe these act like a religious no-go zone. Like a sacred symbol—no bloodshed allowed.
Once battle begins, this place will likely become a field hospital.
During the fight against the Demon King, resurrections in places like this are allowed. But when it’s humans fighting humans, that’s strictly off-limits.
Makes sense—if there was a revival spot near the front, you could just respawn endlessly. A zombie rush.
And since people here often lose themselves entirely after death, that kind of tactic would be beyond cruel. No soldier could bear that.
The three priests say they’ll handle the remaining rites on their own. Our part is done.
For now, I just have to wait until the battle ends. My subordinates are efficient—they parked the carriage out of the way and immediately dozed off. I didn’t get much rest last night either, thanks to the Hero squad.
Maybe I should nap too. But seeing all the priests working so hard… makes it hard to just lie around.
A group of priestesses is struggling to set up a large canopy. Looks like a good excuse to pitch in.
Moving my hands helps calm me down. I wonder why? Maybe someone cast a “let’s work together” spell.
But working alongside everyone like this… it’s actually kind of fun. So I don’t really mind.
After we finished setting things up, they invited me to a tea party.
Everyone else there was a young woman. Is this what they call a girls’ gathering?
I wasn’t flirting or anything. Just sipping tea and eating sweets with beautiful ladies—it’s enough to lift your mood. Helping out really does bring small blessings.
They offered me a soft cookie, and I returned the favor with some test-batch cakes from my magic bag.
By now, the temple staff already know I have a magic bag that can hold about as much as a small cart. No need to hide it anymore.
What they don’t know is that I can use unlimited bags. Not even the cardinal seems to have noticed that trick.
The wild strawberry tarts—super popular with the kids—turned out to be a hit with the older sisters too. Their joyful voices filled the tent.
They weren’t just sweets—they were tiny, enchanting spells. The sweet-tart fruit must speak to something deep in human nature.
Thanks to that, I managed to learn a few interesting things.
I wasn’t trying to bribe anyone. But between gold coins and fresh tarts, the latter wins every time.
Apparently, in a holy war, the chance of resurrection rises dramatically. Some even get extra lives. For summoned Heroes, it’s not rare to go over 100% revival chance.
I wonder if I’ll reach Alex’s level someday. I don’t plan on losing, but still… I don’t want to die.
Against the Demon King, battles are seen as divine trials. That’s why summoned Heroes can come back with full health and mana—no penalties. Total cheat mode.
But this battle isn’t a holy war. If ordinary people die, they lose more than just their lives. The women around me look genuinely sad at the thought.
Still… all the priestesses here are strikingly beautiful. Maybe that’s part of temple work.
It feels like the religious sector has quietly taken over the world’s love industry.
On the battlefield, where death could come tomorrow, the comfort of a kind, beautiful woman could save someone’s heart.
And then, as they lie wounded, these same women appear and heal their bodies. It’s no surprise many nobles fall in love—and marry them.
* * *
By the time I returned to the carriage, everyone had woken up.
The coachmen welcomed me back with teasing looks. They must’ve thought I was enjoying myself too much with the priestesses.
Sharp observers, those guys. I used to be a servant of that bearded Baron, didn’t I? Maybe that old job left its mark.
I didn’t even notice I was being watched. So I let my guard down…
Well, I didn’t do anything wrong. But I may have gotten a little too comfortable around those older ladies. Stretching my neck too far, like a fool.
The sad truth of being a man. No wonder honey traps are so effective.
”That’s how we scoundrels are. But hey, we serve the gods now, right? We wouldn’t dare lay hands on our sisters,” the old priest said, puffing up with pride.
Trying to cover for me, I guess. But it just makes things more awkward.
And the cardinal… well, everyone knows he’s a regular around the female priests. That’s not even a secret anymore.
I really didn’t touch anyone, though. Just chatted, enjoyed the snacks, and basked in the company.
But… does that count as womanizing?
* * *
As night fell, a soft, mystical light shone from the women’s tent.
Not indecent. Just… divine.
One by one, the men dressed up and entered, chasing a fleeting dream for the night.
Each walked with pride, like nobles.
This world doesn’t follow Japan’s rules.
The coachmen watched with envy. Looks like only the well-off can step into that dreamland.
I’ve heard the Great Temple in the capital even has sections where commoners can visit.
In this world with an incredibly low birthrate, contraception is practically taboo.
Even if the chances are slim, if two people do what they must… then children may come. That’s just how life works.
The Great Temple raises those children, even if they never know their fathers.
From a young age, they’re educated properly, based on their talents.
Even that cardinal… they say he’s the third son of a great noble family. But who knows if that’s true.
The temple is massive. Like its own world within this world. Is it good or evil?
They preach kindness and faith… but talk is easy.
The priests I’ve met seem decent enough. But if an order from above came—declaring it the will of the gods—they’d probably carry it out without question.
Especially the lower-ranked ones. They’ve been trained to believe that blind obedience is true devotion.
That’s the terrifying part of religion.
And in this world, where gods are real… it’s even more frightening.
Gods… somehow, I’ve ended up wrapped in their schemes. There’s no going back now.
All I can do is hope that the gods in this world are gentle ones.
Notes:
• 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.
• 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.
• Hegel – One of the heroes on the caravan, when MC become a cook. The one who have cheat skill ‘Domination’ on country.
• Shea-Shea – Mauro’s daughter. Hurt by Alexander. Became an eager fiancée after advice from protagonist.
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