Volume 6 Chapter 99 The Legend Of The Ultimate Barbecue
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
There’s nothing quite like working for free to drain your motivation. I’m assembling a massive amount of armor—likely unpaid for—but I try to convince myself this is all part of my training. It’s really getting to me.
There was talk of hiring someone to handle the assembly process, but in the end, it was decided I could do it faster and cheaper. Isn’t the treatment of the king in our country a bit harsh?
At first, Uno, who was helping me, quickly lost interest and stopped coming around. It’s monotonous work, so it’s no surprise she got bored.
I’m not aiming for high performance, nor am I cutting corners. What I’m striving for is consistent quality. Only a true enthusiast could enjoy this kind of work.
Still, as I immerse myself in the task, I find I no longer feel the pain. It’s like popping bubble wrap. Gradually, my mind calms, and I switch into a state of bliss—a state of clear reflection, a place of no self.
For the sake of mental training, I might as well continue this work a while longer. It seems even the gods desire that.
By the time the debt to the management bureau had ballooned to the size of a superpower’s national budget, the god of contracts must have thought it was about time. I felt as if I had received the go-ahead.
* * *
Finally. I’m finally free from making armor. I don’t want to make plate mail for a while.
With joy, I tell Shea-Shea to halt shipments.
”Ah, I feel so refreshed. I’m excited about what’s to come!” Shea-Shea exclaimed.
It seemed she had her own thoughts about the ever-growing debt.
”Shea-Shea, you’re so brave. I’m already feeling nervous!” I said.
For someone like me, who prefers to avoid trouble, pulling the trigger knowing it would lead to issues was a tough choice. Even knowing it’s unlikely, I still want to believe in the other party until the end. Is it a belief in human goodness? No, it’s just a lack of courage. I’m supposed to be a hero, after all.
As I expected—or rather, it was ten times worse than I anticipated—that underling from the management bureau left behind an unbearable parting shot. Don’t they feel any shame for not even paying for the materials? Do they really believe that anything they do is justified in the name of saving the world?
They say they’ll turn our country into scorched earth as an example. I think it’s just a bluff, but I informed the heads of each department about the situation and prepared to respond to most things.
Given that this involves a matter related to the gods, surely the gods will be on our side. Because of that, the morale of our allies is unusually high. This is the terrifying power of religion.
For several days, there was no movement, and as everyone began to grow impatient, Mr. Donovan brought in some information.
It seems the management bureau has acquired the Hortus Temple.
”Are they planning to nullify the contract with the god Hortus? Can they even do that?” I asked.
”I don’t know much about the doctrine over there, but the will of the temple can be seen as the will of God,” Mr. Donovan replied.
For God, it’s like humans forming a fan club and cheering on their own. He might not dislike it, but if they go too far, they could end up the target of His wrath.
Perhaps no one at the Hortus Temple believes in the existence of God. Mr. Donovan was the same way before the oracle of God Keras was delivered.
This time, the cardinal is said to be remaining neutral. He intends to curry favor with me just by doing nothing.
”That old raccoon! After making a fortune from distilled spirits, he’s not reliable when it counts,” Mr. Raoh grumbled, but it couldn’t be helped. After all, it was just a security guarantee bought with money.
”No, the basic policy of the Great Temple is to ride the winning horse after the outcome is decided. Until then, please do not let your guard down,” Mr. Donovan said with a cynical expression.
”Isn’t it a bit strange? There’s no way His Excellency wouldn’t have grasped the information in the contract. Since God Hortus is on our side, aren’t we the winning horse?” Ms. Nina said, and everyone gasped.
What does that mean? Let’s think it through.
The cardinal doesn’t necessarily believe we will win. Even with the divine contract, could there be elements that lead to our defeat?
As things stand, our victory should be certain. The cardinal’s information network should know at least that much. Yet, the choice of neutrality suggests there might be some factor that could lead to a loss?
The management bureau has bought off the Hortus Temple. They probably intend to make some accusations against the contract, but it’s clear who holds the upper hand—God Hortus and his temple. Right? Or could it be different?
”Mr. Donovan? There’s no way the temple has more authority than God, right?” I asked.
”That should be the case… but how much authority God grants to the temple depends on Him,” he answered.
What about it, God Hortus? Hmm, I can’t feel any divine presence. In fact, it feels like I’m being ignored.
Could it be that God pulled the rug out from under me at the last moment? Even in the rather unfortunate myths, there’s never been a story that bad… probably.
For now, I should consider the worst-case scenario and think of countermeasures.
If I’m forced to accept the management bureau’s claims entirely, I’ll probably end up working for free like a slave.
I would be treated like a defeated nation, with everything plundered—not just treasures, but even people taken away.
They are the kind of people who would break contracts. They would do anything.
It’s time to make a run for it. If it comes to that, let’s all escape together. We have the teleportation gate, so we’ll be fine.
About half of the wall barley that Mr. Raoh and the others harvested like fools is stored in my magic bag to clear out the warehouse.
There’s enough to feed the entire nation for several years, and besides, wall barley grows everywhere it escapes to.
If the citizens are willing to follow, things might just work out.
* * *
I had caught wind a few days ago that the management bureau was mobilizing private soldiers. They don’t seem to have any intention of hiding it, after all. They probably think it’s lucky if we surrender out of fear of rumors.
Even if we’re talking about private soldiers, including attendants, their numbers reach into the hundreds──a decent-sized army in this world. It seems a similar number of armed priests from the Hortus Temple will also be coming.
Still, in terms of sheer numbers, my army is superior. Will the outcome be determined by the level of the summoned heroes that the management bureau deploys? Ms. Shirakaba is one of the top-tier summoned heroes, and if it comes down to a serious fight, we’d win the moment Uno joins in. The fact that Schulz wasn’t called means there’s no need for him. If it could be settled by fighting, it would really be simple.
Their army is a tool of intimidation and a support team for negotiations. While flaunting their military strength, the greedy priests of the Hortus Temple will likely be spouting all sorts of nonsense.
”In a war of words, Shea-Shea is quite formidable,” I thought, “and Miss Floria is also present. Mr. Donovan is no slouch in theological debates either.”
And then there’s me… I have a skill for deception. Well, it might come in handy, or it might just be useless. It’s fine; the king’s job is to sit there with a pompous face.
I believe I’ve done all I can within the time allowed. The rest is up to fate, so please, God Hortus, I’m counting on you.
The folks from the management bureau aren’t diligent, so they probably won’t get up until after noon. Although the road from the royal capital to here has improved, there are still attendants on foot mixed in. They’ll likely arrive around dusk.
There hasn’t even been a messenger in advance, which is quite rude. It shows just how much our country is being looked down upon.
They probably think we’re just a weak nation with a lot of money. Economic strength can be converted into military strength, after all.
I’m really glad the military buildup was completed in time. This should make them more inclined to negotiate first.
If we had just waited defenselessly, we might have lost everything without even being able to negotiate.
To default on debts and then turn to robbery is just plain scummy.
* * *
On the day itself, we were blessed with clear skies. We set up a tarp tent on the castle rooftop and decided to observe their march from the morning. With a Japanese-made telescope, we could see quite far.
”Just left the royal capital now!” Uno, floating in the sky, suddenly swooped down.
The dragon’s flight, buoyed by an excess of mana, allows it to almost completely disregard that troublesome ‘Curse of the Sky.’
While it’s appreciated that they are scouting, is the person themselves just enjoying the show? As expected, they set off just before noon.
”They might even stop for the night somewhere along the way,” Mr. Raoh said.
His opinion was quite valid. Despite his absurd appearance today, reminiscent of a post-apocalyptic samurai, he surprisingly possessed a sense of common sense.
”No, that’s not going to happen. Because they don’t have any money,” Mr. Donovan replied.
His network of information is not to be underestimated. It’s the connections among those involved with the temple. Naturally, our information is likely being leaked as well.
”Why not? They could just use the money they owe us to fund their military. Is there some kind of disease that makes them die if they pay?” Mr. Raoh asked.
”Oh, you do have a way with words. That’s exactly right. Within the Hero Management Bureau, those who can default on payments are highly valued. If you stick to contracts with small nations, you’ll socially die within the organization,” Miss Floria said.
I thought, I wish you had brought up such important matters earlier. Well, I had a vague sense of it, though.
In the aristocratic society, if you’re looked down upon, you’ve lost. It’s a strange world where talking about trust will genuinely get you mocked.
”I see, they are indeed a small-minded bunch. Like frogs in a well, they mistakenly believe their local rules apply to the world. The fact that they have some authority only makes it worse. No, Lady Floria is truly a talented woman,” Mr. Raoh said.
What’s wrong? Was he trying to look cool? His voice had changed, and his face looked sharper, as if enhanced by thirty percent.
This guy hits on beautiful women indiscriminately. He even says that if you throw enough darts, one will hit the target, which makes it worse.
But don’t go making eyes at Miss Floria!
* * *
By the time we finished dinner, they finally arrived at the gate. Despite it not being a long distance, they looked quite exhausted. It’s because they marched in full plate mail.
Both the Bureau’s army and the armed priests were wearing the mass-produced armor I made. The excessive decorations they’d added looked foolish. The simple design had been completely ruined.
It seemed they’d threaded wire through the ventilation holes I strategically placed to prevent overheating, tying on additional parts. The idea wasn’t bad.
Though their skills and taste were terrible, their determination to stand out was commendable.
”I thought there were too few of them to be called an army, but seeing them in person, they have a strength that doesn’t come across in CG,” Ms. Shirakaba said, showing a kind of admiration that I couldn’t quite understand. The somewhat condescending air about her was probably due to the brand-new armor she was wearing.
The decorations were modest, meant to highlight the elegant curves of the design, but compared to those idiots’ silly embellishments, it exuded an overwhelming sense of strength. It was one of my finest creations to date.
If it actually came to combat, those guys would just be Ms. Shirakaba’s supporting cast.
* * *
”Honestly, I wish they had come a bit earlier. Just the overtime pay for the soldiers stationed here is, well, quite a burden,” Shea-Shea grumbled while tapping away at her calculator.
By the way, it seemed that Mr. Raoh heard Shea-Shea’s words in the Osaka dialect in his mind. Shea-yan?
Our army pays overtime and special allowances properly, so even in times like this, the soldiers’ morale didn’t seem to drop much. They probably planned to head out to the bustling town with that money once this was over. A portion of the money spent would come back as tax revenue, so it wasn’t a bad deal for me either. The economy would improve, and like magic, the entire country would become prosperous.
Shea-Shea probably did this instinctively. As expected of Shea-yan.
* * *
”Well… I suppose it’s generally within the expected range. I will now activate the Yamata no Orochi operation,” I announced.
I didn’t want to welcome the armed ruffians, eager to cause chaos, inside the walls, but if I didn’t let them in, they’d start rampaging. It was a dilemma.
If they were a clear enemy, the moment they crossed the walls would be the turning point of the battle, yet allowing them to invade so easily was nothing short of a blunder. However, if I closed the gates, they would likely accuse us of being the aggressors.
Well, they could make accusations all they wanted. If I engaged them properly, it would play right into their hands. So, I devised a little trick.
I was hosting a barbecue party in the square outside the gate. The smell of grilled meat wafted all the way here.
The plan was to treat them with a feast and drinks, hoping they’d stay quiet for a while. It wouldn’t be much trouble if they fell for such a childish trick.
”You’re perfectly caught, aren’t you?” Uno said, smirking.
”Barbecue is unbeatable, after all,” I replied.
”Just as I thought. A trap this simple is just right for those fools.”
Despite saying that, Uno fidgeted at the scent of grilled meat. Odd, considering she’d stuffed herself just a little while ago. She pulled a skewer of meat from her magic bag—she must’ve prepared for this in advance.
Why are El and Ms. Shirakaba looking this way? It’s really annoying.
”See, when the level goes up, the fuel efficiency gets really bad,” Ms. Shirakaba said, holding skewers in both hands and looking sheepish.
A beautiful person looks good no matter what they do.
* * *
”We won’t be fooled by a feast of this level. We’re used to eating meat, aren’t we, High Priest Proxy?” one soldier declared confidently.
”Is that so? Hmm, yes, indeed,” the old man replied.
As I arrived at the barbecue site, the fools quickly began to gather.
So this is the High Priest Proxy? It was the first time I’d seen him. Dressed in extravagant robes completely unsuited for battle, he stood out like a sore thumb. The obi (T/N: a wide sash for traditional Japanese dress, such as kimono) alone probably cost more than a commoner would make in a lifetime. They sure brought out a strange one.
”Let’s talk about that later—first, let’s enjoy this meal. I’ve been dragged around all day, and I’m starving.”
”Ugh…”
Looks like the High Priest Proxy fell head over heels for the barbecue.
Alright, alright. Seems like the division strategy is going smoothly too. The food served to the Bureau’s military was about family restaurant level, while the Hortus Temple folks got something way fancier.
By creating that contrast, you foster division. The old English said the same.
It couldn’t be helped. If I welcomed the Bureau on equal footing, it would send the wrong message.
”Thanks to God Hortus.”
”Yes, indeed, quite impressive.”
I had no issue offering my gratitude to God Hortus. Even if the priests are corrupt, that’s a separate matter.
Ceremonially, it’s not wrong to guide the temple associates to the upper seats. But the Bureau folks look down on the Hortus Temple. That wouldn’t sit well with them.
Thus, the seeds of conflict were sown.
At first, they were wary, but once they realized the food wasn’t poisoned, they started fighting over it. Then the alcohol came out, and it descended into full-on chaos. People were drawing blades over meat. The commanders tried to mediate—some even ended up joining in the fight.
Control had been completely lost.
”Fighting over meat… What a disgraceful bunch they are,” Mr. Raoh said disapprovingly.
As a chef, though, I couldn’t help but feel a bit pleased they were fighting over my food.
”What happened to the pride of the nobility! Don’t fight over something as trivial as food!” a familiar shrill voice rang out.
I thought it was pointless, but wished them luck anyway.
Poor nobles rarely get to eat meat. And most of the knights were still teenagers, right in the middle of their bottomless appetite years. Of course they couldn’t resist the devilish allure of barbecue. Ha! When they go back and are denied food again, they’ll probably have to restart their training from scratch.
…Wait, at this rate, I’m the one turning them into degenerates. Hmm, maybe being a devil wouldn’t be so bad.
The Yamata no Orochi Operation has achieved surprising success. Without even lifting a sword, it’s practically neutralized the enemy’s strength.
I did spend quite a bit of the budget… but hey, money can always be earned again.
* * *
”You’ve done well. The price for mocking me will be steep,” the acting high priest said coldly.
The goodwill dinner party had ended, and the meeting was about to begin in a large tent set up beside the barbecue area.
There was some protest from the Management Bureau about the number of guards, but thanks to mediation from the Hortus Temple, it was settled that each faction could bring two people.
It felt like a bit of theater to give the acting high priest some face. Maybe they thought they could gain an advantage with more guards.
However, when Mr. Donovan declared that the Keras Temple would also participate, the numbers evened out.
This time, the Hortus Temple objected, but Mr. Donovan bulldozed through with a single statement: “The Keras faith is the state religion.”
Wait, was it officially the state religion? Plenty of citizens believe in God Keras, so it’s not really a problem, but still…
The Bureau’s two guards turned out to be summoned heroes, and the Hortus Temple brought what appeared to be high-ranking holy knights.
Everyone had been drinking earlier, but it seemed that people with high levels don’t get drunk easily. There didn’t seem to be any effect on their combat readiness.
My guards included Uno and the advanced spirit of light, Emera. Ms. Shirakaba and Mr. Raoh represented the Keras Temple. Honestly, with a dragon on our side, guard numbers didn’t really matter.
Still, it was irritating to have my time wasted on petty games. But I knew—if I lost my patience here, I’d lose everything.
Negotiations between big shots are nothing but a slow war of endurance.
”It’s already quite late. Let’s cut out the boring maneuvering and get to the main topic, shall we?” the acting high priest said suddenly.
Hey, that was supposed to be my line. Maybe this guy isn’t entirely awful?
”This is the problematic contract. But the design of the divine seal is incorrect. It seems no priest from our temple was present at the time it was made—therefore, it is invalid. Invalid!”
Ah, so that’s the angle they’re taking. Honestly, it was a lot duller than I expected.
”Since when? When did such a rule come into existence?” Miss Floria immediately shot back.
Exactly. If that had always been a rule, there’s no way our teacher wouldn’t know about it.
”…God transcends time, you see…” the high priest started droning, going off on some convoluted explanation.
He was trying to dodge the issue.
They probably made that rule up just recently. Retroactive regulations don’t fly with the God of Contracts.
”Even if a priest wasn’t present, God Hortus is fully aware of everything, so isn’t that sufficient?”
”God manifests only through the sincere prayers of priests! Therefore, this contract is invalid! Any further disrespectful behavior will not be tolerated!”
That was a hardline stance. He may have seemed like a gentle old man at first, but now he radiated intimidation. So this is what he’s like when he gets serious.
If they just wanted to void the contract, they didn’t need to show up in person. They must be planning to push even further.
”Hortus is the God of Contracts and also the God of Commerce. Your nation has grown prosperous through trade, and yet not a single Hortus Temple exists here. God laments this. I will send capable priests—you must build a temple at once.”
Ahh. So this is where they’re going with it.
”Oh, I feel a divine presence. Somehow, it feels like they’re really eager for me to build a temple. Well, sure, I’ll allow it—but these particular people aren’t needed, are they?”
”A priest who lacks true faith is of no use. If you cannot deliver even one oracle, then do not call yourself my priest. Train more and return when you are worthy.”
A strange sound escaped from my mouth.
It felt like cold hands had gripped my spine and squeezed. Was this channeling?
God Hortus? Please don’t do this all at once. It’s bad for my heart.
”Ah, the divine is indeed saying that,” I managed to say.
Mr. Donovan bowed deeply. Even the priest from the Keras Temple acknowledged God Hortus with reverence.
In contrast, those other guys…
”How terrifying! To deceive the divine is an unforgivable sin—even more so if you are a king! No, precisely because you are a king, your sin is a hundredfold heavier. Burn him at the stake! Let the purifying flames consume him until his soul is obliterated!!”
”Ha! There’s no way a mere otherworlder could serve as a king! From now on, this nation will be under direct Bureau control! Huh? Oh, the Hortus Temple? Build as many as you want. Just cooperate and I won’t do anything bad.”
They said whatever they pleased.
Your subordinates are all passed out drunk outside, though. Burn me at the stake? With just the guards you’ve got here?
I thought I heard a divine sigh.
Huh? Was that… me?
My right arm rose on its own and pointed at the acting high priest.
It was my arm, but it felt numb—completely disconnected.
Was this magic? No, this was something else. A whole different dimension of power.
To channel divine strength into a human body—God Hortus was really overdoing it.
Depending on whether the conversion efficiency of that strength was greater or less than one, I could’ve been vaporized, body and soul. The only reason I survived was the Equivalent Exchange (T/N: a principle of balance in magic or divine power) Uno gave me beforehand.
Or rather… was it because I had the Equivalent Exchange that God Hortus could use me so easily?
Power doesn’t necessarily bring happiness. It’s an obvious truth, yet so easily forgotten.
I’ll need to be careful, or I’ll end up just like them.
* * *
”Ugh! It’s hot! So hot!!”
The acting high priest rolled on the ground, thrashing about in agony.
The other priests stood pale-faced, stiff with fear. Even they—dull as they were to divine energy—seemed to grasp that this was divine punishment.
Eventually, the old man stopped rolling and bowed deeply before me. Was he going to turn into a pig from here?
”It is painfully hot and itchy. This is the divine lice recorded in the sacred secret texts,” he groaned.
Lice? How unpleasant, as far as divine punishments go.
From the acting high priest’s entire body, tiny red dots fell to the ground and scurried across the floor toward the armed priests.
”Don’t come! Stay away!!” one of them shrieked.
Panicking, the armed priests stomped desperately at the insects—but it was useless. Were these lice immune to physical force? Or perhaps they didn’t even have a physical form?
These were nothing like the lice I knew back on Earth.
”Do not panic,” I said calmly. “The lice are a trial from the divine, a manifestation of divine love. Calm your hearts and overcome this challenge.”
Easy for me to say, especially considering this man had just exposed himself to shame moments ago. Perhaps a thick skin really was a prerequisite for becoming the acting high priest.
The man kept scratching himself violently, tearing into his skin until blood soaked his robes. Was it due to a lack of faith, or simply an inability to withstand the tormenting itch?
I’d thought it was a mild and almost sweet divine punishment—but maybe I was wrong.
Another armed priest, trembling but somehow enduring, knelt before me in supplication. The swarm of red dots, having fulfilled their task here, crawled out of the tent—likely off to test the unconscious priests from the Hortus Temple lying outside.
”What kind of divine trial is this?! Lice are just bugs!” came a shrill, discordant voice, totally out of tune with the atmosphere. “Don’t be fooled by a con artist’s tricks!! Get a grip—you’re aiming to be the next high priest, right?!”
It was that guy again.
”If I can be certain of God’s existence,” the acting high priest said, as if achieving enlightenment, “I have no further desires. Even if this body perishes from divine punishment, I am satisfied.”
…You’re a priest. Shouldn’t you already believe in God’s existence?
Then again, maybe he’d simply never witnessed a miracle until now. Even in a world where God exists, belief in the unseen isn’t easy.
For me, it’s a daily reality, so I don’t even have the option not to believe.
”There is no such thing as God!” the man snapped. “If there were, I would surely be punished!”
”Look at your nose in the mirror,” I replied. “That is the divine punishment of Hortus.”
Ah—his nose had turned bright red. It wasn’t as bad as turning into a pig, but it still stung a bit.
”Seriously? You look like a clown. It’s creepy,” one of the summoned heroes laughed.
”This is divine punishment? What a cruel joke from the gods,” said the other.
The two heroes guarding him were holding their stomachs, laughing uproariously.
”You can laugh while you can,” I said coldly. “That is the punishment of the red nose. If you do not repent, eventually your entire body will turn red. Your flesh will decay, your soul will crumble, and even death will reject you. You’ll turn to bones, denied any rest.”
The laughter stopped. Instantly, the air turned somber.
”Yikes! Help me! I’m just a pawn, nothing more!” the red-nosed man screamed. “I had no choice—I was just following orders from above!”
”The punishment of the red nose will infect the guilty and their blood relatives one after another,” someone said. “Those who used you will receive their retribution in due time.”
As expected of someone high up in the Hortus Temple—he certainly knew a lot.
So why hadn’t he believed in God before this?
”God, please forgive me! I’ll do anything—I don’t want to die!”
The man with the red nose broke down in tears, sobbing uncontrollably. In the end, even he had come to believe in God.
Perhaps divine punishment really was the most effective way to spread faith.
”According to the sacred texts passed down in our temple,” the acting high priest said, regaining his composure, “apologies and reparations are effective. In other words, until your nose is no longer red, you must gather and offer all the money you can.”
…That suddenly sounded suspicious.
What’s the truth here, Sir—or should I say, God Hortus?
There was no reply.
This was why communication with the gods was so frustrating.
Many priests who lost their faith probably felt the same.
Notes:
• Shea-Shea – Mauro’s daughter. Hurt by Alexander. Became an eager fiancée after advice from protagonist.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• Shirakaba – A paladin who seems to be a skilled fighter. He’s introduced as someone with a strong defense and healing abilities.
• Schulz – A male dragon who collects human women and holds the rank of Duke within the Anti-Magic Alliance.
• 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.
• 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.
• Emera – Light spirit, small chest, sharp-tongued but earnest; possibly tsundere.
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