Chapter 73 The Blacksmith Investigates
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”So… you’re saying the two adults who were supposed to keep Tatara and Dahlia under control ended up acting like children themselves?”
”I’m terribly sorry.”
Yohira sighed in disbelief, and the City Mayor, Calmys, Dahlia, and I bowed our heads. Apparently, what began as a polite discussion about Dahlia’s romanticized armor had turned into a long debate. By the time it ended, night had already fallen. Ethelena had waited patiently, but she’d grown sleepy and nodded off. Sister Kareha had kindly seated her on a chair and let her rest. I couldn’t help but feel guilty.
”Mayor, Calmys— I know you’re both busy and wanted to settle matters with Tatara. But letting loose like that isn’t quite proper, don’t you think?”
”Yes, you’re absolutely right…”
Yohira, who was about my age, scolded them so calmly that even the Mayor and Calmys shrank a little under her gaze.
”Tatara, I understand getting heated in an argument with Dahlia. But you should also consider yielding sometimes.”
”…Depends on the situation.”
”You really are…”
”I can’t back down when it concerns life or death. That’s final.”
”…Honestly, you’re so stubborn.”
”Say what you like.”
”…I love you.”
”Wh—what!?”
Her sudden confession made me freeze. Yohira burst into laughter, her cheeks just as red as mine.
”Dahlia, you understand Tatara’s feelings, don’t you?”
”Yes. My master always puts my safety first, above everything. But I’m an Automaton Maiden. Even if I’m at a disadvantage, I can make up for it with stronger weapons.”
”And yet you came to this city because you couldn’t overcome that ‘disadvantage,’ didn’t you?”
”That’s…”
”Even if you’ve gained power now, there will always be someone stronger out there. Tatara’s concern comes from love and reason. Don’t dismiss it.”
”…Understood.”
Dahlia finally nodded. That helped more than she knew. The ‘Black Tortoise’ frame she wanted had great rigidity, yes—but my new artificial muscles, though lighter, hardened as they contracted. The mithril alloy was about one and a half times stronger than normal, according to my tests. The inner muscle armor type required more material, but its performance was higher too. If Dahlia ever had to face the enemy who stole her core again, we had to be ready.
”…Tatara, we’ll head back now. Starting tomorrow, we’ll focus on gathering materials for exploration. Try not to build anything too weird, alright?”
”I’ll be careful.”
”Julon, if you want to train with that armor, call me. I’ll help you learn to use it properly.”
”That would be great, thank you.”
Calmys’s offer really was a blessing. Maybe I could at least hold my own against a trainee knight now—though the saint had once told me to just run away from any real combat. Hardly encouraging.
”Well then, Tatara,” Sister Kareha said, “I’ll take my leave too. Thank you for the fine weapons and shield.”
”Oh, not at all. I feel like I’ve already received too much in return.”
”Not at all. You earned it. You’re using cutting-edge technology that would take time to price properly, and you’ve made generous donations to our church. I only hope this repays you a little.”
Honestly, the healing potions she gave me were already more than enough. When I tried to say that, she smiled—sweetly, but with a force that made me go rigid. Terrifying.
Once Sister Kareha left, it was just the usual group again. Time to make dinner.
I took the fish that had finished soaking in fresh water, placed it on a pan lined with a mesh rack, and lit the fire. As the pan heated, the fat began to melt, sizzling whenever it hit the surface. The pan was special—made with lava stone I’d refined through alchemy. Its far-infrared heat cooked the inside faster. As the salt and fat ran out, I poured in a little sake and covered it. Steam filled the pan, driving flavor deep into the meat.
Checking the doneness with an Appraisal spell, I lifted the lid. Steam burst out, carrying the faint scent of evaporated alcohol and sea air. Perfect.
I plated the fish, and the foolish fox quietly carried the dishes to the table. She was thoughtful like that—but I didn’t say so; she’d only get grumpy.
When I opened the magic rice cooker, a warm, rich smell filled the room. The mixed rice had cooked beautifully, with golden crusts at the bottom. I stirred it gently so each bowl got its share of the crispy bits. The soy sauce and chicken aroma made everyone’s stomachs rumble. Hinagiku wandered over, dazed by the smell, so I scooped a small bite into my hand and offered it to her. She took it—then licked my palm. Where on earth had she left her pride?
A second later, the foolish fox walked up behind her and smacked her on the head with a clean thwack. Then she grabbed Hinagiku by the collar and dragged her to the table. Talk about reversed roles.
”Tatara,” Tatia asked, tilting her head, “did you… mess up the food somehow?”
”No, I don’t think so. Or—wait, does it taste wrong?”
Once everyone had gathered—Ethelena, Hinagiku, Tatia, and the rest—we began eating. Hinagiku’s eyes sparkled at the chicken rice, while the foolish fox drooped her ears, disappointed about something—probably the lack of fried tofu. Dahlia ate quietly, picking up tender flakes of fish and mixing them with her rice. Just then Tatia gave me that question about failing the recipe.
”Well,” I said, “the broth flavor’s mild, but the chicken stock, soy sauce, and mirin should all be there. Maybe it’s too light for your taste?”
”No, it’s tasty,” Ethelena said, “but… maybe it’s still a bit of a failure?”
Now I was truly lost. What exactly had gone wrong?
”This burnt part,” Tatia said, pointing to the crispy layer, “it looks like a mistake.”
”Ah, I see.”
So the okoge—the scorched rice—had been misread as failure. Well, in a culture without rice dishes, that made sense. To me it smelled heavenly.
”In this country, people don’t have a custom of enjoying okoge, do they?” I asked.
”It’s fragrant and delicious,” I said with a laugh, “but maybe it looks like an accident if you’re not used to it.”
The Hizuru group loved it, though. I picked up a crunchy piece and bit down. The crisp texture and roasted flavor filled my mouth. Even the charred soy sauce added richness. It’d be great as rice soup too.
”Ethelena, Tatia,” Yohira said with a small smile, “in our homeland, this okoge is often served to welcome guests. Try a bite. If you can’t finish it, I’ll take it.”
Encouraged, the two each broke off a piece and tasted it. Their eyes widened in surprise as they chewed.
”It’s delicious!?”
”The aroma’s amazing!?”
The two of them, who had looked uneasy about the burnt rice at first, were now eating it eagerly as if they had always loved it. Of course, there wasn’t any more of the crispy layer left—but I guessed it was fine.
After the lively meal, we held a party meeting. I talked about strengthening the mithril we’d found today, and the mana stones needed for that process. I also declared that I’d be joining the next round of expeditions.
”…Why,” Yohira asked, frowning, “do you always go in such strange directions—like trying to make magic metal stronger?”
”I don’t know,” I said, shrugging. “I just do what feels natural, and somehow it works out.”
”In other words,” Tatia said dryly, “Tatara’s nature is to break common sense.”
”Hey, that’s a bit harsh, isn’t it?”
While I was answering Yohira, Tatia slipped in that jab. So I was a kind of invasive species in this world, huh? Well… as a soul, I guess she wasn’t wrong.
Anyway, I explained that I would keep joining expeditions until we’d gathered enough “eggs” to make Dahlia’s new equipment. The team would be me, Ethelena, Yohira, Tatia, and Dahlia. The two guards would stay home to watch the house.
Then we discussed how to use our metal stock. I told them I wanted to use the fifty kilograms of metal I’d bought from Sister Kareha, plus thirty kilograms of iron from exploration, to forge a new weapon for Yohira. But Yohira herself immediately objected.
”You’re thinking of making some sort of mass weapon out of demonsteel, aren’t you?” she said. “You should use it for something else.”
”I get your point,” I said, “but it’s tough having your weapon be too delicate to use against golems. If Dahlia and I can’t fight, you don’t have much left to rely on. You need something sturdy enough to swing without worrying.”
Neither of us would back down, so we took a vote. Yohira and Dahlia were against it; Tatia, the two guards, and I were for it. Ethelena stayed neutral.
Tatia’s reasoning was clear:
”Our party’s strongest physical attacker is Yohira. It’s a waste that she can’t fight golems. Especially if Tatara and Dahlia are missing, it becomes a serious problem.”
Hinagiku spoke next:
”As Lady Yohira’s guard, if there’s any way to make her safer, I’ll support it.”
Then the foolish fox added,
”A weak weapon only means room to grow, degozaru. Still, if we don’t do something about Lady Yohira’s blade, it’ll cause trouble later, degozaru.”
Did she really have to throw “degozaru” in there? Yohira’s katana wasn’t weak—but since I couldn’t maintain it properly, I understood the fox’s concern. It could break one day.
”If you use the demonsteel,” Dahlia said quietly, “I won’t be able to make my own equipment.”
Yeah, I figured she’d say that.
”I would’ve joined the support side if it looked even,” said Ethelena, “but the yes votes just won straight through. I’m kind of surprised.”
Even though she said she was neutral, she was clearly worried for her friend.
”Alright,” I said, “the vote’s settled. We’ll make a weapon for Yohira. The design I made today should fit her perfectly—I’ll just recreate it in demonsteel.”
”Hmph. I don’t need such a thing…” Yohira muttered, though I could tell she was pleased underneath the complaint. Cute as always.
When Tatia left for the night, I went straight into the forge.
I melted down eighty kilograms of iron into a single mass, then fused eight medium mana stones into it to create demonsteel. It was heavy, so I equipped my “Black Tortoise” gear and began forging, letting mana flow through the metal. Thanks to my experience forging adamantite earlier, the mana coursed more smoothly through the fine pathways in the steel. I wasn’t a fighter, but as a craftsman, I was definitely leveling up.
The metal sheet—about eighty ingots’ worth—was folded and hammered again and again, twenty times in total, before shaping. I based the form loosely on the sword mace Sister Kareha had once requested. But when adjusted to Yohira’s height… it came out much larger than planned. Compared to the demonsteel greatsword she’d used before, this thing was enormous—more a siege weapon than a blade. Even after I ground the edges, it was too thick, too wide, too heavy. The blade alone was as broad as her head and nearly two meters long. It could probably crush more than it could cut.
”I wonder how many people in this city could even lift this thing,” I murmured.
The forging had made it denser than ordinary mithril, and its weight was beyond compare. The heaviest weapon I’d ever made before this was the Auto Eizul’s 120-kilogram frame—but that didn’t count; it was a magic device built to absorb recoil, not swing at people. Still, I wasn’t sure who I was trying to justify that to.
”…Is it done?” came a voice behind me.
I turned. Yohira stood there, fresh from a bath, her slightly flushed skin glowing faintly in the forge light. Beautiful, really.
”Yeah,” I said. “It’s heavy, but it suits you.”
I handed the sword mace to her with both hands. Even with my reinforced frame, I could barely hold it in one. But Yohira lifted it easily, settling into a ready stance with one arm. She didn’t even waver. The difference in our strength hit me hard. Even in this world, where everyone’s physical ability was higher than in my last life, humans couldn’t match an oni’s power. Still, it stung a little to be weaker than her.
”The balance is perfect,” she said at last, smiling.
That smile drew one out of me too. Now Yohira could fight freely again. Well—except against undead; this weapon wasn’t ideal for them.
”I made it thick enough so you can use it for blunt strikes too,” I explained. “It’s both sword and club.”
”I see,” she said thoughtfully.
She listened carefully as I explained the weapon’s structure. When I brought out a handle wrap, she admitted she couldn’t do it herself, so I took her hand to measure the right thickness and began wrapping it gently. Her face turned red at the touch, which somehow made me embarrassed too. When I finished, she inspected it and nodded in satisfaction.
”To think one person could be a swordsmith, scabbard maker, and handle wrapper,” she said. “That’s the strength of a true craftsman.”
”This is just normal work for me. Normally, the wielder adjusts their own grip—at least, that’s how the Whirlwind style does it. Me doing it for someone else might be seen as an insult back home.”
”They do say customs change from land to land,” she mused. “I didn’t think they’d change this much.”
Yohira smiled wryly as she stored the sword mace into her inventory. The cultural gap still seemed to puzzle her.
”Tatara,” she said softly, “you’d have no trouble living in my homeland. But I… might take a while to get used to this place.”
”You’ll get there,” I said. “A few months and you’ll feel at home. Ethelena and I will help.”
Was I planning to take her back? Or did I just want her to stay near me here? I wasn’t sure—but I knew I wanted her close.
”Ah! Tatara!” she suddenly said, eyes lighting up. “Bend down for a moment!”
I blinked at her enthusiasm but did as told, kneeling so our eyes met.
Then Yohira gently cupped my face in both hands—and pressed her lips to mine.
”…That’s your payment,” she whispered after a moment.
”…If you’re embarrassed, you don’t have to do it,” I murmured, flustered. “But… you’re really adorable, you know.”
Yohira pulled back after about five seconds, her face burning bright red. The shy look on her face was so endearing that I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around her. She hesitated, then returned the embrace with a gentle squeeze. When I stroked her hair, she pressed her forehead into my shoulder, rubbing it there as if to hide her embarrassment.
”…Tatara is my husband, Torakuma,” she murmured softly.
”Huh!?”
Before I could even react, arms wrapped around both of us from behind. Ethelena. She hugged us together, her voice laced with mock irritation, though her pout suggested it wasn’t jealousy—she just wanted in on the closeness.
”E–Ethelena!?” Yohira stammered.
”You wouldn’t even take a bath with me,” Ethelena said, pretending to sulk. “I want to touch Torakuma too, you know?”
”You already take husband-and-wife baths with Tatara! Are you saying I should bathe with him too!?”
”I don’t mind,” Ethelena said sweetly. “Torakuma, want to bathe with Tatara?”
”At least let my first time be just the two of us!” Yohira cried, her voice high with panic.
Sandwiched between us, she was flustered beyond reason, blurting out things she clearly didn’t realize. I remembered her saying before that she wouldn’t do anything until her knight training was over. Still, from the way she spoke, I could tell she wanted her first time to be special. A noble lady like her probably didn’t have any experience… though, come to think of it, my own first time with Ethelena had been far from gentle. She’d all but attacked me.
”I’m going to take a bath,” I said, forcing a grin. “You two can make up for any missing skinship in the meantime.”
I left the forge before I lost control. If I stayed much longer, I might have started something right in front of Yohira—and she’d probably have watched, then gone off to take care of herself later. The thought made me shiver.
After my bath, I noticed Ethelena didn’t join me or come to my room that night. I took it as a sign to rest. Yohira, please keep her company for me. I can’t trust myself when she’s around; I’d just end up giving in again. You two have fun tonight.
That night, I slept dreamlessly.
The next morning, I made breakfast and lunch for those staying behind. I set the magic cooker to have rice ready for noon, and planned to do a simple bread-based breakfast instead.
I pan-fried bacon in oil for everyone, then added corn, beans, cherry tomatoes, and bread cubes, topping it all off with soft-poached eggs. Everything went onto one big plate—a kind of English-style breakfast I remembered from my past life.
It was high in calories, but we’d be diving deep into the dungeon, and we’d need all the energy we could get. Even with this, we’d probably still burn more than we ate.
For lunch, I wanted something light. We didn’t have soba or udon, so I looked through the fridge for something to go with rice. Pork and vegetables—perfect. Cold shabu-shabu would do nicely.
I filled a pot with water, sake, mirin, and vinegar, then brought it to a boil. I tossed in napa cabbage—somehow common here—and sliced onions in place of green onions. Then I added the pork, simmering it a little longer than usual to skim off the scum. Once cooked, I lifted everything into a colander and cooled it in a bowl of ice water. That method, I’d learned from a cooking researcher back in my old world, kept the flavor from escaping. After plating it all and storing it in the fridge, I turned around—and noticed the dishes had already been carried to the table.
The foolish fox was lounging on the sofa in a sunbeam, tail swishing lazily. So she’d done it for me while I was cooking. I approached quietly and patted her head; she accepted it with a pleased little hum, her tail wagging faster.
Since Ethelena and the others hadn’t woken yet, I sat beside her. She lifted her head onto my lap. It reminded me of the dog I had as a kid, who used to nap with his head in my lap the same way. I stroked her gently, and soon her tail stilled, her breathing slow and steady. I’d always thought she couldn’t sleep unless someone was nearby—but maybe I’d been wrong. Then one of her ears twitched upright.
”Hmm? Good morning, Tatara,” Yohira’s voice called. “Ichika’s asleep… no, she’s awake, I see.”
The foolish fox stirred and looked up at her, eyes half-open, almost resentful.
”Morning, Yohira,” I said. “Don’t push too hard on training—you must be tired after keeping up with Ethelena yesterday.”
”Calling it ‘skinship,’ yet nearly turning it into a flower garden of yuri—is that really fine?” she said dryly.
”Let me guess,” I said, smirking. “Ethelena said something like, ‘If I don’t loosen you up first, Tatara won’t fit,’ and hit you with some succubus move?”
”Hah! As expected of a married couple—you know her well.”
”Yeah, I do.”
While we talked, the foolish fox kept pressing her head against my stomach, demanding more pats. I obliged. She really was like a big dog.
”I’ll get used to the new weapon,” Yohira said, standing. “Ichika, stay here and relax with Tatara. You’ve finally found someone you can lean on, haven’t you?”
”Kyuuun…” the fox whimpered softly.
Yohira chuckled and headed out to the garden for practice. I stayed, gently stroking the fox’s head until the others woke up.
When Tatia arrived, we all shared breakfast, then the five of us set out for the dungeon. I wore my “Black Tortoise” frame, fine-tuning the new artificial muscles as we walked. The output was so much stronger than before that moving normally would make me bounce off the ground. I needed perfect balance before battle.
”…So the creator can adjust it this precisely,” Tatia said, impressed.
”Or maybe Tatara’s just insane,” Yohira muttered. “You can’t expect anyone else to do this.”
I ignored them both, too focused on tuning the muscles in my legs. Compared to my old “Black Iron” frame, the new power output was absurdly high, making control a nightmare.
”Master,” Dahlia called, “you’re taking far too long.”
”That’s typical Tatara,” Ethelena teased. “He’s always careless when it comes to himself.”
She wasn’t entirely wrong. This time, though, the problem was that I’d pushed the tech too far. I was trying to use an artificial version of orichalcum—a poor imitation, really—for control. The flow of thought and mana through it was still unstable.
”…I need real orichalcum.”
”At our level,” Dahlia said, “it only drops from boss monsters.”
”Yeah… figures.”
We still had a long way to go. With no expedition permits yet, I’d have to find another solution.
”Such a waste,” I muttered. “I can make magic metal alloys now, but if I can’t gather materials, it’s pointless.”
”Tatara,” Yohira said, exasperated, “how do you go from improving magic metal to making entire alloys?”
I grinned. “I just thought it’d be nice if it made people’s lives a little easier. Maybe even a little happier.”
She sighed. “I really don’t know what to make of you sometimes.”
I chuckled and went back to my adjustments as we entered the dungeon.
Almost immediately, giant bats swooped down and rats burst out of the shadows. I activated the new function—a prototype magic bombardment system I’d been developing. I wasn’t exactly sure how it worked, but the idea was simple: use my armor as a conduit and fire my own mana through it, like a cannon.
As mana flowed into the artificial muscles, sparks crackled. Blue light bled from beneath the armor’s plates—the signal that the bombardment was ready. I focused on a giant bat in my sights, drew my arm back, and thrust my fist forward like a boxer throwing a straight punch, channeling mana through the arm as if it were a barrel.
Weapon accuracy: 0 + Speed 69 = 69 − Enemy Speed 10 → Result 59.
Hit confirmed.
Magic Attack 6 − Magic Defense 1 = 5.
The low-HP Giant Bat shattered instantly. Mana cost: 12.
Not very efficient.
Before I could reflect, five more bats swooped toward me. I shifted into stance—left arm forward, elbow bent, body turned—and swung my arm like a pendulum. Using that momentum, I relaxed, then struck in a burst of rapid blows, firing five mana bullets in quick succession.
Weapon accuracy: 0 + Speed 69 = 69 − 10 → 59. Hit.
Weapon accuracy: 0 + Speed 69 = 69 − 10 → 59. Hit.
Weapon accuracy: 0 + Speed 69 = 69 − 10 → 59. Hit.
Weapon accuracy: 0 + Speed 69 = 69 − 10 → 59. Hit.
Weapon accuracy: 0 + Speed 69 = 69 − 10 → 59. Hit.
Magic Attack 6 − Magic Defense 1 = 5.
Magic Attack 6 − Magic Defense 1 = 5.
Magic Attack 6 − Magic Defense 1 = 5.
Magic Attack 6 − Magic Defense 1 = 5.
Magic Attack 6 − Magic Defense 1 = 5.
Five identical flashes of revelation echoed through my mind, and five bats exploded in bursts of mana.
Total Mana spent: 60. Average damage per shot: 6. Again—inefficient.
”Quite the fireworks display,” Yohira commented dryly.
”Yeah,” I admitted. “Not exactly energy-efficient.”
Because Ethelena and I shared mana, I’d recover soon enough—but still, magic bombardment wasn’t something I could use often. Maybe if I could amplify my Magic Attack stat, it would become something devastating. I’d need to keep studying it, especially how it reacted with real orichalcum.
We descended to the fifth floor without issue and began our serious exploration. Following Ethelena’s lead, we spotted a clustered group of goblins—a Commander, two Warriors, one Wizard, and three regular ones. Perfect for testing another new system.
”Mind if I test the armor’s artillery mode?” I asked. “I want to see how powerful it actually is.”
”I don’t mind,” said Ethelena.
”Nor do I,” Yohira added.
”Go ahead,” Tatia nodded.
Even Dahlia looked thrilled—she was already picking a “front-row seat” to watch the magic device in action.
The group was about eighty meters ahead. Seven goblins total, tight formation. I activated the system.
”Range artillery sequence: online.”
Panels on my shoulders opened, revealing rows of micro-missiles rising into place.
”Target lock: begin.”
A projected targeting display appeared before my eyes, locking onto each goblin in sequence.
”Fire.”
The missiles launched silently—eighteen per side, thirty-six in total—rising near the ceiling before raining down from above. There was only the faint hiss of air displacement, then nothing until they hit. The explosions came all at once, the liquid mana stones inside igniting, bathing the enemy group in flames.
Weapon accuracy: 25 + Speed 69 = 94 − 15 → 79. Hit.
Weapon accuracy: 25 + Speed 69 = 94 − 10 → 84. Hit.
Weapon accuracy: 25 + Speed 69 = 94 − 10 → 84. Hit.
Weapon accuracy: 25 + Speed 69 = 94 − 8 → 86. Hit.
Weapon accuracy: 25 + Speed 69 = 94 − 5 → 89. Hit.
Weapon accuracy: 25 + Speed 69 = 94 − 5 → 89. Hit.
Weapon accuracy: 25 + Speed 69 = 94 − 5 → 89. Hit.
Weapon accuracy: 25 + Speed 69 = 94 − 5 → 89. Hit.
Artillery Power 200 − Physical Defense 25 = 175.
Artillery Power 200 − Physical Defense 20 = 180.
Artillery Power 200 − Physical Defense 23 = 177.
Artillery Power 200 − Physical Defense 10 = 190.
Artillery Power 200 − Physical Defense 5 = 195.
Artillery Power 200 − Physical Defense 5 = 195.
Artillery Power 200 − Physical Defense 5 = 195.
Artillery Power 200 − Physical Defense 5 = 195.
Revelation after revelation confirmed the kills. Turned out there had been four regular goblins, not three—but they were all erased instantly. Fixed damage 200 per target… easily comparable to Elingium’s high-tier spells. Honestly, it was overkill.
Then again, the skill consumed 100 Skill Power—no way I could spam it yet.
”That was… impressive,” Yohira murmured.
”It eats through energy, though,” I replied. “Maybe once I max out my level and get the Egg equipment, I can fire at will—but not now.”
”That would be… lawless,” Ethelena sighed.
I chuckled. Yohira looked half-exasperated, half-resigned. Tatia’s expression said she was horrified by the sheer power, while Dahlia’s eyes sparkled like a child at a festival.
”Master!” she shouted. “Please make me an Arcane Armor with artillery capability!”
”Didn’t you say I could skip that feature for yours?”
”That was the old me. I live in the present now!”
”…You’re awfully quick to change your tune,” I muttered.
I considered giving her a handheld missile launcher instead—but the truth was, the projectiles for this system were ridiculously expensive. Letting her fire them freely would bankrupt me.
”Well, anyway,” I said, “let’s focus on collecting the mana stones that dropped. We’ll need a lot of them for the Eggs.”
”Yes, Master! I, Dahlia, will gather every last one for our Arcane Armor!”
And with boundless enthusiasm, she dashed toward the smoking crater where the goblin unit had stood, like an overexcited puppy.
We all watched her go, sharing the same helpless, amused smile.
Notes:
• Dahlia – The automaton.
• Calmys – War God’s knight, Mayor’s guard chief, whip-master hiding as a swordswoman; sharp tongue, big-sister vibe to Tatara, grants him and Ethelena church protection.
• Kareha – A human paladin and nun appearing in ch.71. She requests new weapons from Tatara after past battles damaged hers. The order sends her under church duty. Works with Tatara and Dahlia as ally. Close to Ranka. Strong, polite, and fearless.
• Yohira – Torakuma’s first name.
• Hinagiku – A tengu woman as Ranka’s potential companion. She stays with Tatara’s group after travels. Joins household scenes only. Linked to Ranka by shared gluttony jokes. No direct tie to Tatara beyond cohabitation. Cheerful eater.
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