Volume 1 Chapter 11 A Family Circle
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
(Without my permission, an unknown old man had somehow latched onto me like a parasite. Not only that, but this thing had been using my body to interact with my own family while I was “away.” It was unforgivable.)
(But even if I screamed at it to get out, would it actually listen? I’d already learned from my experience with Hans-niisan that being aggressive with these kinds of absurdities never ends well. I have to take my time. I’ll ease it out eventually. I can’t rush this.)
I’d felt that strange presence for a while now, a lingering sense that something was off. At first, it was so faint I could ignore it, but before I knew it, the thing had grown impossible to miss.
(Could you please just leave?)
I tried calling out to the presence inside my head as a test, but after waiting a long moment, nothing changed. I had a feeling that if I tried to “touch” that presence, I’d open a floodgate of memories I wasn’t ready for. (Better to let sleeping dogs lie…)
I decided I should consult Granny Ferris about this as soon as possible. She looks like she’s barely thirty, but she’s actually over two hundred years old. No one in the village has more life experience. Besides, she’s an Elf; she can use magic, so she might know something about this kind of possession. My only other option would be my sister-in-law, but I absolutely wanted to avoid that. If I told her and she found it creepy, I’d never forgive myself.
By the time I finished mulling it over, I had reached the plaza.
”Yo, you’re early,” Edmond-san said, calling out to me.
I greeted him as naturally as I could. I had no idea how the parasite had been acting yesterday, so I just had to stick to my usual routine. That would have to be enough.
Celt-san and Edmond-san were loitering near the well. It seemed the rock salt merchants had stayed the night at Granny Ferris’s place, too; four horses were tied to the hitching post, drinking their fill.
”So, what’s on the agenda today?” Celt-san asked.
”For starters, we’re making sandals,” Instructor Bours replied without looking up.
Edmond-san made a disgusted face, but the Instructor ignored him. Soon, the villagers from Mauer joined us, and we began another round of sandal-making. Since it was our second time, we were much faster. Between the repetition and our experience repairing them, we actually turned out some decent work.
”Make two pairs today,” Bours ordered. “Once you finish one, start the next.”
Celt-san and a quiet man from Mauer named Clemens-san were clearly the naturals. Their sandals looked professional enough to sell. In comparison, the ones Martin-san and Edmond-san cobbled together looked pathetic even to an untrained eye.
”Alright, today’s drill: we’re hauling the leaf-clearer³ all the way to the checkpoint.”
”Hauling it? You mean us?” Edmond-san asked, looking visibly repulsed.
”If I let the oxen do it, it wouldn’t be much of a drill, would it?” Bours replied.
The leaf-clearer was a massive triangular wooden frame, about four meters wide. When hitched to a rope and pulled, it scraped away the thick drifts of leaves clogging the road. Over the years, they’d added so many “upgrades” for efficiency that the thing had become heavy enough to require a team of oxen.
During this season, the forest roads become treacherous. If the leaves aren’t cleared, they pile up knee-deep, causing carriages to skid and flip or snap their axles. Clearing the road was a village requirement, and our sector of Strock Village covered everything up to the Seiren Village checkpoint, a half-day trek to the west. Usually, this was handled through mandatory labor, but since all the able-bodied men had been conscripted for “training,” I guess the plan was to kill two birds with one stone. I felt a little bad for the guys from Mauer, though.
”Getz and Roberto, take your spears and scout ahead for monsters. Everyone else, get on the ropes!” Bours shouted.
The leaf-clearer was heavy enough to strain an ox, so hauling it was pure agony. We needed every hand we could get, but with monster season approaching, safety came first. Getz and Roberto took the lead with their spears, while Bours brought up the rear with his longbow. The five of us on the ropes started hauling, shouting in rhythm to keep the pace. Calling this “military training” was a joke—it was state-sponsored torture.
”Larry! I can’t hear you!” Bours barked.
Every time I drifted off, thinking about the “Parasite”—my new nickname for the old man—my pace would slacken. The hawk-eyed Instructor was on me in a second.
”Larry-san, are you okay? You look wiped,” Celt-san asked during a break. The others were watching me, too.
”Sorry, I’m fine. Just distracted,” I replied.
I tried to shake it off, but the anxiety kept gnawing at me. What if that parasite tried to talk to my sister-in-law? She was so kind; there was no way the thing wouldn’t fall for her. What if it just up and confessed to her using my mouth? The thought made my skin crawl.
”What’s wrong? Get dumped by a girl?” Martin-san teased, tightening the strap on his sandal.
I had a sudden, violent urge to clock him, but I bit my tongue.
”Hey, what about Mar? Did he get shot down?” Getz-san asked with a sneer. “This guy? Please. Right before breakfast, he was sucking face with her in the hallway. In the morning! Give me a break.”
I was lost. Martin-san… with who? Wait, was it Emma-chan?
”Forget that. Did you hear about the rock salt merchant’s guard last night?” one of the men asked.
”It was a mess,” Clemens-san added.
Apparently, there had been some drama between the guests. Even the quiet Clemens joined in on the gossip, and fortunately, the spotlight moved off me. Still, I was dying to know what had happened on that bench yesterday. I was just too terrified to “touch” that presence and find out.
”Back to work!” Bours shouted.
After finishing the sandals, the grueling march resumed. It was every bit as bad as I’d feared. Our first stop was the fork where the Rhodes River meets the highway. From there, the road turned into a punishing series of hills. The physical agony was so intense that I finally stopped worrying about the parasite; I didn’t have the energy for it. We passed a few rock salt merchants heading the other way, but they hadn’t seen any monsters. I started thinking that maybe we could have moved one of the guards to the ropes instead.
After a few more breaks, we finally reached the checkpoint. When we told the officials we were on a training march, they shared some fresh well water. A kind merchant even gave us a bit of rock salt, figuring we looked like we were on our last legs. Up here, the hills had turned into mountains. The moment we rested in the shade, the chill started to set in. Past this point, the highway runs through Seiren Village by the lake, then winds through the peaks toward the salt mines of Salzheim.
When I was little, I remember crossing this checkpoint with my gramps. I remember Seiren Lake—it was massive, way bigger than our pond. There were huge white boats, and the village had houses taller than our forts. There were even noble villas along the shore that were so beautiful they made me ache just looking at them.
”We’re behind schedule. Move out!” Bours ordered.
On the Instructor’s command, we started the trek back before our legs had even stopped shaking. The return trip was mostly downhill, but the exhaustion was so deep that every step felt like wading through lead. I just wanted to stop shouting and go home. We were about halfway back, the sun just starting to dip behind the hills, when everything went sideways.
Suddenly, a series of sharp hisses cut through the air, followed by a high-pitched shriek.
I looked up to see a pack of Al-miraj². At first glance, they look like big white rabbits, but they’re monsters with fangs and a single horn—vicious things that won’t hesitate to go for a human’s throat. Bours had already skewered two of them with arrows, leaving the rest of the pack panicking. Getz brandished his spear with a roar, and the survivors bolted for the western hills, leaving their dead behind.
”Al-miraj this early? Winter’s coming fast this year,” Getz said.
He and Roberto knelt by the rabbit-monsters and slit their throats. These two were young, about a meter long. They had red eyes and a horn the size of a finger jutting from their foreheads. They had long, upright ears, but their paws had sharp claws and their mouths were full of fangs. They’re omnivores that’ll eat anything. Normally they don’t come near human settlements unless they’re in a massive pack. This is why salt merchants double their guards this time of year.
”They’ve already got their winter coats. These pelts will fetch a nice price,” Edmond-san said.
”Forget the pelts. Hang ’em in the trees. We’re moving,” Bours ordered.
”Why? We already killed them,” Edmond-san asked.
”If the Al-miraj are out instead of goblins or orcs, it means Red-eyed Wolves are probably hunting them,” Bours explained. “We only have one bow and two spears. If a wolf pack catches us with this equipment, we’ll be lucky if they only eat one or two of us. More likely, we’re all dead.”
”Then let’s ditch the leaf-clearer and run for it!” Edmond-san suggested.
”No. If we hang those corpses here, the wolves will stop to eat them instead of chasing us. The drill continues. But we’re picking up the pace!” Bours shouted.
Edmond-san looked like he’d only suggested running so he could stop pulling, but he used his bulk to help hang the Al-miraj. From that point on, it was a death march. Bours set a punishing pace, the breaks disappeared, and we hauled that heavy frame back to the village like our lives depended on it.
By the time we reached the plaza, the sun had been down for a long time. The dinner smoke was already fading from the chimneys. I was hungry, but I headed for the well to quench my thirst. As I drank, Instructor Bours climbed the Tower and began to ring the alarm.
Clang-clang… pause… clang-clang… pause.
The signal for dangerous monsters. It had rung for goblins a few days ago, but when it starts ringing like this, you know winter is at the door. Soon, the bell from Alberto-san’s settlement answered back. Villagers started trickling into the plaza, and we told them what we’d seen on the highway.
Eventually, the crowd thinned out. I collapsed onto a bench, my body feeling like a heap of bruised meat.
”God, I’m beat,” Roberto-san said with a tired laugh as he sat down next to me.
”Tell me about it,” I muttered.
Honestly, I didn’t care about anything anymore. I just wanted to sleep. The moment that thought crossed my mind, the world went dead. Roberto-san’s voice, the evening breeze, even the smell of woodsmoke—it all just… cut out.
(This feeling.)
I remembered it now. It was exactly like when I fought with my brother, or when I sat on the bench yesterday. The last two times, I’d blacked out immediately after this sensation, but this time, I managed to hang on. Is this it? Is this the moment the parasite hijacks my body? How do I stop it?
(Hey! Get back!)
Nothing. I panicked.
(Wake up, damn it! Move!)
This was bad. Was I really going to lose my body to this “old man” thing?
(Calm down. Larry, calm down.)
Think. This started because I thought “I don’t care anymore.” If I think the opposite, can I pull myself back?
(I have to get home!)
The world rushed back in—the noise, the smells, the light. It all hit me at once. I did it. I was back.
”Whoa, you okay?” Roberto-san asked.
I told him I was just a little more tired than I realized.
Relief washed over me, and my face finally relaxed. At last, one thing had become clear.
”You’re doing it again,” Martin-san said, leaning in to peer at my face. “You just said the exact same thing.”
(This is bad…) I thought. (Has the parasite been using my own verbal tics?) I really needed to find out what that squatter had been saying to everyone while I was out of it. But the very thought of diving into its memories was repulsive. I could do nothing but let out a long, heavy sigh.
As the hour grew late, the “Heals” were called off for the day. We were left to wash the grime from our own feet and pack away our gear before heading home.
”Welcome back, young master Larry,” said Head Maid Herta. She greeted me at the door as I stepped inside. My sisters-in-law were already gathered around the great table, eating their dinner under the dim, warm glow of the magic lamps.
”I’ll have yours ready in a heartbeat, young master,” Herta added. As she brushed past me, she gave my hip a playful, sisterly swat. I thanked her, but my smile felt brittle. I couldn’t look at her without remembering her standing there under the moonlight two nights ago, and the memory made my skin crawl.
”Welcome home, Larry,” my sister-in-law said. She greeted me while tending to Lyrica, but Nico ignored me entirely.
”You’re all eating late tonight, Sister. Was there some kind of trouble?”
”No, nothing like that,” she replied. “Monica was just over with the children, and we lost track of time talking.”
Monica was a childhood friend of mine. Her husband had fallen in the same battle as Iffens-niisan, and ever since their joint funeral, she and my sister-in-law had become inseparable. Since the Monthly Market⁴ kept my sister-in-law swamped with village head duties, Monica had stepped up to act as a wet nurse for the little ones.
Word was she was doing well. Back when we were kids, she was a total tomboy. Before her father died of the plague and she moved to her mother’s village, we were always together. We’d climb the old forts until we were red-faced from being scolded, steal apples from Bours-san’s orchard, and sneak boats onto the Dish Basin³ to go fishing. She’d been just as rowdy as my late brothers. Looking back, I think she spent more time with us boys than she ever did with other girls.
”She mentioned she might lease out most of her fields to tenant farmers this year so she can focus on the kids,” my sister-in-law mused. “With her husband gone, she’s the only hand left. I don’t know how she’ll manage.”
Lyrica, apparently annoyed that her mother was talking to me instead of her, started to sulk. My sister-in-law immediately turned her focus back to coddling her. I wondered if she ever took a moment to worry about her own future as much as she did for everyone else.
”Fresh off the fire! I heard there was a monster sighting,” Herta said, clattering a bowl of steaming soup and a hunk of bread onto the table.
”Yeah. We ran into a pack of Al-miraj right between here and the checkpoint. Instructor Bours skewered two of them before the rest bolted.”
”An Al-miraj pack? Not goblins or orcs?” My sister-in-law looked up, her surprise feeling a little humoring.
”That’s right. Instructor Bours thinks they were being flushed out by Red-eyed Wolves. We had to hang the carcasses and get out of there.”
”Oh, what a waste of good meat!” Herta groaned, sounding genuinely pained. This was our typical dinner table chatter. Then, she pivoted to the local gossip.
She told us about Alberto-san finally taking Edmond-san’s younger sister as his wife, and a rumor about some youth from Mauer Village proposing to Granny Ferris. When she mentioned the boy from Mauer-who was almost certainly Martin-san-I nearly choked on my soup. I had to bury my face in my bowl to hide the laughter.
So, that kiss this morning wasn’t with Emma-chan. Martin-san had been mauling Granny Ferris. Both stories must have broken during the wait for Heals yesterday. I listened to Herta’s animated storytelling, nodding along with a “tell-me-something-I-don’t-know” smirk. At least this meant I didn’t have to go digging through the parasite’s memories to find out what happened.
Once dinner was over, I started for the stairs, but Nico’s voice cut through the air. “Is the Amber¹ charged yet?”
”Uh, no. I had five left, right? I haven’t gotten to them.”
”It’s the Monthly Market. We’re burning through them. I need at least two ready by morning.”
”Nico, don’t be so hard on him. He’s exhausted,” my sister-in-law interjected softly. “Bring them to me, Larry. I’ll handle it.”
I appreciated the lifeline, but it was still too early to turn in. I promised Nico I’d have them ready by dawn. Back in my room, I fished the bag of Amber stones from under my pillow. My body was screaming for sleep, but my mind was still wired.
These were Mana-conductive Ambers. If you saturated them with energy, they’d power a magic lamp for about six hours. I gripped one, pressing my thumb against the “navel”-the contact point-and began to channel my Mana. Inside the stone, white fibers began to spread like thistle silk. Once the stone turned opaque, the charge would be full. If I pushed it any further, the stone would shatter.
I cracked the wooden shutter just enough to let a sliver of moonlight in. Beyond that velvet veil of night lay the world of adults… a world I’d be joining soon enough. Or so I hoped.
The moment the Mana began to flow, the parasite’s memories hit me like a physical blow. (What the hell? Does using Mana sync our brains?)
Jagged fragments of its perspective began to stitch themselves into my mind. The worst part was the memory of the sparring session with my sister-in-law. It overlapped with my own recollection, but the “flavor” was wrong. I could feel its emotions-faint, but unmistakable. It felt like a violation, like a stranger had slithered into the most private spaces of my life.
I’d told myself I could live with it as long as it didn’t cause trouble. But this was too much. The bastard was enjoying it. He was savoring the time with my family. My head began to throb with a dull, pulsing ache.
I cut the flow of Mana, and the flood of memories slowed to a trickle before finally dying out. I took a breath and tried again. It wasn’t instant, but after a few seconds, another drawer in my mind slid open. It was a memory from after I’d blacked out.
The fight with Hans-niisan… the parasite had been absolutely terrified. (Serves him right,) I thought. But then I felt its excitement at riding Carpaccio. And its… affection for Nico? What a pathetic, obsessive fan. A total “old man.”
Then came yesterday. Martin-san’s proposal. No wonder the gossip was flying. And Alberto-san… he was getting married just to put his father’s mind at ease. He was a real man. My brother Hans could learn a thing or two from him. Speaking of which, I wondered if Hans had made it to the Provincial Capital Byzantburg yet.
Finally, I saw the interaction with Granny. This part actually shook me. When asking her about how “Heal” worked, the parasite had asked the exact same questions I would have. And then there was Yutia. It had thought that if Heal could fix Yutia’s legs, it was worth learning, no matter what. It even considered heading for the Royal Capital if the Academy was a dead end.
It was thinking exactly like me. (What the hell is this thing?)
The moment the thought flashed through my mind, the Amber in my hand cracked with a sharp, crystalline snap. The white fibers dissolved instantly, leaving nothing but a few dull, brown shards.
(Dammit.) I’d been so focused on the parasite that I’d let the Mana flow spike. And because the universe clearly hated me today, a knock sounded at the door. It was Nico.
I had no choice but to show her the broken stone. To my surprise, she didn’t blow up. She just stared at it and said, “I see,” in a voice so flat it sounded robotic. She told me to hand over the rest of the stones, even the broken bits.
”I’m going to go apologize to Sister,” I said.
”Don’t bother. You look like hell, and you clearly can’t handle the Mana charging right now anyway.”
Her voice was a monotone wall of ice. It was worse than her being angry; it was complete rejection.
”Amber isn’t cheap, is it?” I muttered.
”Who knows? I’m leaving.”
I actually found myself wishing she’d just yell at me. “Did you need anything else?” I asked.
”I only came because Teressa-sama told me to. Goodbye.”
She shut me down again. Cold.
”Still, I should go say sorry. Is Sister in her room?”
”I don’t know.”
She definitely knew. But I caught a hint of the old, prickly Nico in the way she snapped that last line. I followed her anyway, trailing her all the way to the bedroom door.
”You know you aren’t supposed to barge in here, right?” Nico said, her usual tone finally returning.
”Then go in and tell her for me.”
”I told you, Teressa-sama is exhausted. Go to bed.”
She gave me a firm shove with one hand and slipped through the door, leaving only her face visible in the crack. “I just got Lyrica and Maria down. If you knock, I’ll kill you.”
She slammed the door harder than any knock would have been, and I heard the distinct click of the lock turning. Typical Nico.
The next morning, when I apologized to my sister-in-law, she just brushed it off. She said the stone was old and it was bound to happen eventually. She gave me a warm smile and told me to just charge the others whenever I felt up to it.
Okay, I thought. Today is going to be a good day.
Or at least, it was supposed to be.
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Summary:
Larry struggles with an internal ‘parasite’ he calls an old man while enduring a grueling military drill. The group hauls a massive leaf-clearer to a mountain checkpoint and encounters dangerous Al-miraj monsters on the return trek. Larry successfully fights off a blackout, reclaiming control of his body from the entity.
Larry returns home to a warm domestic atmosphere but remains haunted by the parasite’s recent actions. While performing the chore of charging magic Amber, Larry discovers that using Mana syncs his consciousness with the parasite’s memories. This revelation causes a spike in his energy that breaks a tool, leading to a cold confrontation with Nico, though the household eventually returns to its usual rhythm.
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Trivia:
- Granny Ferris is an Elf over 200 years old but looks 30.
- The ‘leaf-clearer’ is usually pulled by oxen, making its manual haul a brutal punishment.
- Red-eyed Wolves hunt Al-miraj, making the presence of the latter a warning sign of the former.
- Larry remembers ‘noble villas’ near Seiren Lake, suggesting high-class areas exist nearby.
- The alarm bell ringing pattern indicates the level of monster danger.
- Amber is used as a battery for magic lamps, lasting about 6 hours.
- Monica’s husband died alongside Larry’s brother Iffens.
- Martin-san proposed to Granny Ferris, not Emma-chan.
- The ‘navel’ is the specific contact point for Mana transfer on an Amber stone.
- Red-eyed Wolves are high-threat monsters currently hunting the Al-miraj
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Character Insight:
Larry demonstrates significant mental growth by successfully resisting the ‘old man’s’ takeover through sheer force of will for the first time.
Larry’s struggle with the parasite is moving from fear to a sense of violation, especially as he realizes the entity shares his altruistic goals (like curing Yutia). Nico’s ‘ice-wall’ behavior is revealed to be her way of dealing with household stress, though Larry still finds it difficult to navigate.
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The author uses the ‘leaf-clearer’ as a metaphor for the burden of social duties in a feudal setting.
The author uses the ‘Amber charging’ chore to bridge the gap between mundane life and the supernatural mystery of the parasite.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Hans – Rugged, wild‑eyed delinquent known as the ‘Mad Dog’ of Strock Village, he is the second son of the Fee family, a chronic alcoholic with a record of assault and extortion. Larry’s older brother and primary heir to the Kessler estate, he now shirks his duties.
• Ferris – An ageless elf pharmacy owner, appearing in her 30s yet over 200 years old, is a veteran healer with deep magic and Elf‑style expertise. Known as Granny, she claims to have known Larry’s grandfather.
• Edmond – Late‑arriving recruit from the Eisner farm, he lacks discipline and receives a brutal lesson from Bours on punctuality. He is a militiaman, Mary’s brother, known for teasing Martin, and complains about manual labor during training.
• Ed – A local village youth and acquaintance of Larry’s.
• Celt – A tenant farmer under Larry’s family, dressed in simple work clothes, is level‑headed and cautious, avoids conflict and notes Bours’s overwhelming strength. He is also a skilled sandal‑maker, observant and knowledgeable, often discussing military and historical matters with others.
• Bours – Tall, scarred, in a faded uniform, he is a former Royal Army captain now village defense instructor. Stern, he trains youth with veteran archer precision, blending tactical Heal magic, orc‑hunting skill, and wilderness survival to forge disciplined defenders.
• Mauer – A stout man from the Rosen family with thin, downy white hair. He wears a beige dalmatica.
• Clemens – A recruit from Mauer Village who appears nervous and easily shaken, especially in the presence of authority figures like Bours.
• Martin – Mar, a young recruit from a neighboring village, wears Shinto‑inspired armor and practices a Shinto‑linked combat style. He proposes to Felice, flirts with Ferris‑san, is a Mauer villager intrigued by battlefield sexuality, proposed to the elf Granny Ferris, and is Larry’s training acquaintance.
• Roberto – A weary recruit, his face still echoing last night’s turmoil, sits beside Larry as a fellow trainee and spearman. He is a nervous villager, anxious about the looming war, his posture and trembling hands betraying his dread.
• Getz – Rugged Mauer Village recruit with short, unkempt hair, a scar across his left cheek, and a worn leather jacket over a faded uniform. He keeps distance from peers, respects Bours’ authority, and bears a complex mix of defiance and reluctant loyalty. A frustrated spearman who finds politics and religion tangled, he scouts and spreads village gossip.
• Larry – Thirteen-year-old third son of the Strock headman, with reddish-white skin, bronze eyes, and curly bronze hair, he harbors a parasitic 40-year-old salaryman consciousness—his internal “Obsessive Fan”—that grants faint Showa memories and minor fire magic. A pragmatic, protective backup heir, he grapples with existential dread, conscription, and unspoken crushes on his sister-in-law, all while performing menial chores despite his noble status. Having just discovered his significant magical potential, he navigates family duty, technological analysis, and the unsettling coexistence of two souls within one body.
• Emma – Beautiful slave girl with large black eyes, cold sorrowful expression, black hair in a bun, and a three‑colored crest on her forehead. She serves Ferris‑san, stays with her, and was present during a healing session, making her a potential candidate for Larry’s rite of passage.
• Alberto – Eldest Kessler son, towering over 210 cm, former delinquent turned newly appointed elder. He’s a massive red‑haired man who questions Larry’s future as Village Head and is engaged to Mary.
• Herta – Head maid of the household, a striking, voluptuous woman respected by staff, closely tied to the family, secretly involved with Egil, and treats Larry with familial affection.
• Lyrica – A toddler under three years old with an innocent but devastatingly honest way of speaking. She repeats scandalous things she hears adults say.
• Nico – An elderly manservant with silver hair and faded livery, dignified and trusted by the headman, revered by staff; a stern young maid from the Village Head’s house, outspoken and protective of Teressa and Yutia, wielding authority over children; also Teressa’s lady’s maid who scolds Larry and keeps order, blunt and rule‑bound; a younger sister‑in‑law‑type figure cold toward Larry yet diligent, formerly head servant now helping neighbors.
• Monica – Sun‑tanned, tomboyish Larry’s childhood friend, now a 15‑year‑old widow and mother of twins, raises her children while caring for infant niece Maria; her loss shows how even non‑combat villagers, like supply militia, share the war’s indiscriminate danger.
• Iffens – Larry’s older brother, the eldest son of the Fee family, fell in battle; his death leaves a heavy emotional shadow over the household and fuels Yutia’s fear. He is remembered as a solemn, battle‑scarred figure.
• Yutia – A hunched, muscularly abnormal servant girl with a severe speech impediment and lingering tension from a near‑fatal fever lives with Larry’s family. Though disabled, she is exceptionally dexterous and once served as lady’s maid to Teressa.
• Teressa – Larry’s eldest sister‑in‑law, widow of Iffens, serves as deputy village head and current Village Head. Mother of infant Lyrica, she has blonde short hair, a big‑chested, motherly aura, and wears a wool jacket over her blouse with a button almost split. Sharp, mischievous, and big‑sisterly.
• Maria – The three-month-old second daughter of Ifens and Therese.
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