Volume 1 Chapter 14 The Pastor
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”From here on out, we’re making sandals for actual combat. Make two pairs, including a spare.”
Since we had been out camping the night before, we’d skipped our usual first-thing-in-the-morning sandal-making session. I figured we were off the hook for the day, but as soon as we got back to the village, the orders came down to get to work. To make matters more intense, the leather they handed us was sturdier and more supple than anything I’d worked with before. You could tell it was top-shelf quality just by looking at it.
Sandals for the actual battlefield, huh. (I guess our training really is coming to an end…) I thought as I focused on the task. While I was working, a man dressed in black accompanied by a woman in a navy-blue dress approached us.
They introduced themselves as the new Pastor and his wife who had been appointed to the village church. Apparently, they had moved into the old parsonage yesterday. The Pastor apologized for interrupting our work, explaining that since we hadn’t been around, he wanted to stop by and offer his greetings. The woman beside him gave a polite, shallow bow.
Their names were Dominique Dietrich-san and Ursula Dietrich-san; the couple appeared to be in their late twenties. The old Pastor who had taught me to read, write, and do sums had been a solitary old man, so a young couple was a significant change of pace. We paused our work just long enough to return the pleasantries.
”Can’t believe a Pastor actually took a post this far out in the boonies,” one of the guys muttered.
”How are they even going to eat? The donations from this village wouldn’t cover a corvée labor, let alone their groceries.”
If one teaches arithmetic or letters to children, the corvée labor is reduced or exempted by half, but while taxes decrease, you can’t eat unless you earn. Thinking about that, I thought the couple’s life might be difficult.
”A new priest arrives right before we march off to war,” Edmond-san said while watching the two of them walk away. “Hard to say if that’s a stroke of good luck or a bad omen.”
”Makes no difference to me. I’ve already got a goddess named Ferris-sama, after all.”
Martin-san, who proposed to the Elf Granny Ferris—who is over two hundred years old and runs the inn and pharmacy in this village—said this with a smug face.
”Your place is Shinto, isn’t it?”
The exasperated Edmond-san interjected.
”Elves worship spirits—it’s polytheism. It’s basically the same thing… probably,” was Martin-san’s irresponsible answer.
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”Four days from now, huh.”
When Celt-san muttered that, sighs leaked from everyone. Shortly before the Pastor came, a rock salt merchant had delivered a formal notice from the Royal Army. The orders were clear: the militia gathered from Mauer Village and Strock Village were to report to the garrison beyond Obernbach by sunset four days from now.
”We’re camping again tomorrow. We’ll have Carpaccio pull the wagon to practice supply transport. This is our final drill, so make it count.”
To the people of Mauer Village who were wondering what “Carpaccio” was, Edmond-san explained it was the name of the only horse in the village. After we finished the combat sandals and received a final tutorial on adjusting our leather armor, we were dismissed for the day. Constant practice had made me quite the cobbler; my sandals were now comfortable enough that, in Emma-chan’s absence, no one even bothered asking Granny for a Heal spell anymore.
Today’s drilling ended early. Returning home while the sun is still high feels like a rare gift of found time. As I stepped into the main house, the heady, toasted scent of malt hit me—they were mid-brew for a new batch of ale.
”Welcome back, Young Master Larry.”
The head maid Herta called out, and the other maids also stopped their hands for a moment to welcome me with smiles.
”Where’s my sister-in-law?”
”She’s over at the Village Head Tower. Next month is tax month, so she’s been buried in paperwork.”
”I see. I’d better not disturb her then.”
”Are you tired? If you lie down, I will call you when it’s time for dinner.”
”Thanks, Herta. But aren’t the turnips still in the ground? I’ll grab a quick cup of ale and head out to help.”
Saying that, I handed Herta the wooden ale mug and the leather waterskin.
”Actually, the turnip harvest wrapped up this morning, and I believe the men are out sowing the wheat. More importantly, because Yutia has gone to help at the Getys’ house, the stables haven’t been touched.”
”She’s still over there?”
I thought it was only for the Monthly Market (the three days at the end of the month for the Village Head’s work), but it seems she’s still going even after it ended.
”It helps that she looks after Lyrica-chan and Maria-chan, but when it comes to the livestock, we maids can’t quite keep up,” Herta admitted.
It seems that because it’s the busy farming season, the men have their hands full, and Yutia’s work has been pushed onto the maids. I headed out to the stables and saw she wasn’t kidding. The cleaning was indeed sloppy. Moreover, the chicken manure was scattered all over the yard.
Manure can be divided into three types: human and pig, cattle/horse and sheep, and chicken. I had been taught by the former head servant Niko that while chicken droppings are difficult to use, they are a valuable fertilizer and must be handled with care. (Chicken litter first, then the stalls…) I thought. As I started picking up the litter, I felt a pair of eyes on me.
I looked up to see the Pastor from earlier watching me from the gap between the Tower and the neighbor’s house. When we made eye contact, he beckoned me over.
”Excuse me, do you live here?”
”I do, but…”
As I approached, he confirmed it even though we had just exchanged greetings an hour ago.
”Um, I would like to meet the Village Head-sama.”
”Regarding what, exactly?”
”The procedures for moving, you see.”
Come to think of it, I feel like he said yesterday that he came on November 1st. If so, the Monthly Market is over.
”In that case, this Village Head Tower opens during the last three days of the month, so please come then.”
”Ah, no, well, that is… it’s about the tax relief measures. I was hoping to discuss ways to… suppress the corvée labor.”
”Have you not introduced yourself to her yet?”
”Ah, no, well… since it was a woman, such talk is, well…”
The man was pathetic. Had he not bothered to learn anything about our family from the other villagers?
”A woman? You mean Teressa-sama?”
He seemed to recognize the name, but this guy was proving to be even more of a useless parasite than the ones Granny used to scold.
”My eldest brother, who was the Village Head, was killed in action at the start of last month. Currently, my sister-in-law Teressa is acting as the Village Head.”
”I see! Since you were gathering chicken droppings, I naturally assumed you were a stable boy. My apologies. I am Dominique Dietrich, a Pastor dispatched from the Lutheran Church in the capital.”
I heard that in the plaza earlier.
”So, you see, I have these applications for corvée labor reduction and church maintenance exemptions from the Lutheran Church. It’s all a bit of a headache, so I’ll just give them to you. If you could just… ‘process’ them so they apply starting this month, that would be great.”
He thrust the papers over the hedge at me. It was an outrageous request.
”Please wait. Regarding the handling of taxes, the Village Head is nothing more than an intermediary for the Lord or the King. If you neglect that, your head will literally fly—and not as a joke. Is that alright with you?”
I’d dealt with villagers trying this before; that was the standard line to shut them down.
”Eh, well, but… if we process it now, the reduction starts from next month. Couldn’t we just… tap-tap… backdate the application to the end of last month?”
Is this guy seriously a Pastor? Moreover, he’s trying to push documents onto me, a minor.
”If you absolutely insist… since I don’t want to die either, shall I take them if it’s alright to use them as kindling for the stove?”
He snatched the papers back instantly.
”Listen here! I am a Pastor! A member of the clergy! You should show a little more professional courtesy. Besides, the Village Head’s house also belongs to the New Church, doesn’t it?”
”Actually,” I lied, keeping a straight face, “I hear we’re all converting to Shinto.”
Of course, I was just making it up on the spot, but the Pastor glared at me with wide eyes for a moment, then turned bright red and left without saying a word. (I teased him a bit too much.) I’ll put in a word to my sister-in-law later.
After I finished with the manure, I headed back to the house to check in before starting on the stables. I found a massive, red-haired man named Alberto-san sitting at the large table.
”Afternoon,” I said.
”Yo.”
When I called out, next to the large red-haired man who raised his hand, a small, quiet-looking woman was sitting.
”My brother is in your debt.”
Brother? Who? This small woman?
”I am Mary, Edmond’s younger sister.”
My jaw nearly hit the floor. This was the same flashy girl who’d been hanging around Alberto’s place when I fought with my brother? Women are terrifying; they can change this much. I knew her from back then, but since she was a quiet child who didn’t stand out, the atmosphere was different again. I’m surprised that Monica, who is the same age, hasn’t changed at all.
”Is something strange?” Alberto-san asked when I just stood there gaping.
”No, it’s just… the atmosphere is completely different from when I saw you at Alberto-san’s place the other day.”
”Tell me about it,” Alberto-san answered, looking at Mary-san, who had turned red and shrunk even smaller.
”Welcome home. Sorry to keep you waiting.”
My sister-in-law returned from the tower to the main building. “Oh, Larry is back too.”
I felt bad for Alberto-san, but I briefly reported the exchange with the Pastor first.
”Oh dear, that is a bit of a mess. Well, I suppose there’s no helping it. Since you’ve already told him, I guess we have no choice but to convert to Shinto.”
My sister-in-law said something that even surprised Alberto-san quite casually. I feel like converting isn’t something that can be done so easily.
”I’m joking. But given how he is, it might be better to hint at a conversion.”
Despite looking like a natural airhead, my sister-in-law might be an unexpected tactician. However…
”I mean, it seems like it would be fun. That way.”
Is she a natural, or a total sadist? The image of the goddess I had of my sister-in-law is crumbling, but everyone there was wryly smiling.
Returning to the topic, it turned out Alberto-san and Mary-san were there to announce their marriage.
”What about the ceremony?”
”It is sudden, but on the day before my brother departs, we will have Ferris-sama act as the priest. We are asking the elders to attend, so we came to earnestly ask Teressa-sama to attend as well.”
In place of the taciturn Alberto-san, Mary-san made the request for attendance. The “brother” refers to Edmond-san. It seems the news that they would be departing in four days had already reached these two.
”I’d love to. If that’s the case, I will be happy to attend.”
”Then, before noon three days from now. When the preparations are ready on the day, we will ring the fire bell in front of the house.”
”We’ll be there. But… what about Hans-san?”
My sister-in-law asked about Hans-niisan, who is Alberto-san’s best friend.
”That guy congratulated us when he left.”
I’d heard that five days ago, after having a fight with me, he left the village and headed for the capital for some reason. It’s a distance he could return from if he hurried back and forth, but I wonder. Given Alberto-san’s words just now, I think he won’t be back for a while.
”That’s a shame. Oh, I just thought of something wonderful!”
My sister-in-law’s face suddenly brightened.
”It’s a send-off ceremony. Just a moment ago, I spoke with Bours-san, who received his mobilization notice. It was decided a long time ago that we would hold a send-off ceremony the day before departure, and while it’s a bit of an afterthought, I thought we should celebrate Larry’s coming-of-age ceremony at the same time. Nico has gone to Ferris-san’s place and the blacksmith’s regarding that. It’s actually perfect timing since the wedding is on the same day; let’s hold your wedding reception together with it.”
Mary-san looked delighted, in stark contrast to the bewildered Alberto-san. Ten to one, Alberto-san is the type who is bad at these kinds of things. Still, I was happy that she was concerned about my coming-of-age. That being the case, only one thing weighed on my mind: the (Rite of Passage³). However, it was a difficult topic to discuss with my sister-in-law.
(Uncle Klaus-san said the celebration would be after I return, so maybe I’ll get some money… Emma-chan would be nice too.)
”Hey, give it a rest already!”
Just then, I heard Nico’s voice coming from the entrance. It was the voice he made when he was genuinely pissed off.
”I keep telling you, I am Teressa-sama’s maid, and I don’t know the internal affairs of the Fee family!”
It felt like he was being hassled by that outrageous Pastor. I hurried toward them, and Alberto-san followed along.
”Don’t do anything too reckless,” my sister-in-law called out from behind us in a tone that made me doubt she really meant it.
When we reached the entrance, sure enough, it was that Pastor. For some reason, Nico hid behind me.
”W-well, you see, when I heard that the Village Head’s house was going to convert from the Church of Anna⁴, there was no way a Pastor could just leave it alone, right?”
He started making excuses before I even said a word. I was watching him, but he seemed wary of Alberto-san, who looked terrifying.
”What are you doing, hanging around my sister-in-law’s maid?” I raised my voice.
”I am not ‘hanging around’ anyone! I was merely asking a few questions!”
(This guy… just spouting whatever comes out of his mouth.)
”Who is this guy?” The Pastor pointed at Alberto-san, who was silently approaching the new Pastor.
”This is Alberto Kessler-san, one of the elders of this village.”
”An… an elder?”
”Yes. Have you not given your greetings to Sarai-ike⁵ yet?”
Despite being quite frightened, this Pastor didn’t back away. He might actually have some guts.
”P-p-pleased to meet you. I am D-D-Dominique Dietrich, the P-P-P-Pastor d-dispatched to this village from the Lutheran Church in the capital.”
He managed to give a greeting, but the man was definitely strange.
”And? What is it?” Alberto-san asked.
”That is all.”
”Then get lost.”
”Eh, ah, um…” The Pastor looked at me as if to say something.
”Get lost.”
Unable to withstand Alberto-san’s intimidating aura, the Pastor squeaked out a “Yes!” and fled back to the church right nearby.
”Alberto-san, thank you very much. Good grief, what was with that weirdo?”
(She says “Good grief” to me, but gives Alberto-san a proper thank you? I’m the one who went out first.) Well, whatever.
Alberto-san and the others said they were going to Mary-san’s family home. My sister-in-law and the others, including Herta, started discussing preparations for the celebration, so I went back to the stable.
”L-L-Larry-sama, you’re ear-early, aren’t you?”
When I went to clean the stable, Yutia stopped her work to greet me. It seemed that in the afternoon, the former head servant Nico had gone to help at Monica’s house, and Yutia had just returned. Soon after she came to our house, she caught a disease that caused a high fever—perhaps her nerves were damaged—leaving her chin pulled down and her neck bent. Her muscles were always cramping, and she couldn’t speak very well.
”You’re working hard.”
”Th-thank, y-you, v-very, m-much.”
”I came to help. I heard things were tough and you were busy.”
”S-sorry…”
She seemed apologetic, but this was the work I used to do before Yutia arrived. I took a dragonfly⁶—a board attached to the end of a pole for scraping the ground—and gathered the straw and manure. While I carried it to the compost shed, Yutia spread fresh straw.
The pigsty next door is a real ordeal. The sheep are out grazing on fallow land, but I have to clean while the pigs are still inside. The boars are aggressive and will charge at you while you’re cleaning. You can’t use a large scraper inside, so you have to shovel it out with a wooden spade. Sweat poured off me. I was impressed that Yutia did this regularly with her disabled body. Since the ox was out, that stall was easy, and the dairy cows weren’t as rowdy as the pigs.
”Larry-san, could you give Carpaccio some exercise?”
”Sure, I’ll take Carpaccio out.”
Carpaccio got excited when both Yutia and I approached him together.
”Whoa, whoa, I get it, just settle down.”
I fitted the bit and led him out of the stall. Riding Carpaccio out to the plaza, I saw Emma-chan surrounded by kids in front of the pharmacy, and our eyes met. Her features are cute, but her gaze is scary. Still, even accounting for that, her appearance makes me want to pay those two gold coins. (Sorry, sister-in-law.)
Ah, the youngest son of the brewer is clinging to Emma-chan’s bare leg. What the hell are you doing? Get off her.
”Ah, it’s Big Brother Larry and Carpaccio!”
As the kids crowded around, Emma-chan disappeared into the pharmacy.
”What’s with you guys? Don’t you have chores to do at home?”
”My place doesn’t have much wheat, so it’s fine!” said the kid from Otto-san’s place at the bottom of the hill. His family primarily grows apples and finished their harvest last month. The brewer’s youngest from across the river was probably there because he’d just be a nuisance at home. And then there was one more.
”This one is the blacksmith’s grandchild. His son, who is currently training in the city of Obernbach, is visiting. His name is… uh…”
”Aisha.”
I thought it was a boy, but it was a girl. She was the daughter of Theo-san, the dwarf I stayed with at the abandoned village last night.
”Larry-niichan, let us ride Carpaccio!”
”Fine, fine. Decide on an order.”
I gave them each a turn around the plaza. Aisha was exceptionally delighted, but the brewer’s youngest started crying halfway through. After finishing with the kids and returning home, I was brushing Carpaccio when Yutia brought over some fodder. His coat looked glossy and his appetite was fine. (See you tomorrow,) I thought, patting him. Suddenly, Yutia reached out and pinched my hair.
”Let’s cut your hair.”
It seemed she wanted to trim my hair since it had grown long.
”Is that okay? What about your work?”
”Since Larry-sama helped, it’s already finished.”
There was still time before I had to go pick up the sheep. She brought a small pair of wool shears from the main house, so I took off my jacket and sat on the bench. Despite her disability, she was quite dexterous with most things, even if it took a little longer. Since I was a child, I’ve had my hair cut by my real sisters, Herta, and even Nico, but I felt like Yutia was the most skilled. Nico was probably the worst; that guy is just sloppy.
Snip-snip went the sound of the shears, and larger clumps of hair than I expected began to fall.
”Larry-sama’s hair is beautiful.”
”Is it? I don’t really look at it myself. It had grown quite a bit.”
The amount of hair falling at my feet was incredible.
”Well, there’s been a lot going on, so it couldn’t be helped.”
She was right. I usually had someone cut it once every month or month and a half, but then Iffens-niisan died, there was the funeral… yet the seasons keep moving. I worked through the backlog of tasks, and just as I caught my breath, the drilling started.
”By the way, Yutia, you were helping out at Monica’s place, right?”
Monica was a childhood friend a year older than me. The husband of the Getys family she married into died in battle on the same day as Iffens-niisan, and we had a joint funeral. My sister-in-law had to do her work as the Village Head and couldn’t look after her three-month-old child. So, Monica, whose own child had just been weaned, volunteered to be a wet nurse, and in exchange, Yutia was lent out for half a day.
”Monica-sama’s place is having a hard time.”
I had forgotten, but although the Getys family—where Monica married in—had somehow survived the plague, the husband’s parents died a year ago, the one servant they had died six months ago, and then the husband died last month. They had lost all their male labor, and the farm work was almost untouched. Since they had one young cow, Yutia, who could handle cattle a little, helped them plow the field in front of the house.
As we talked and she cut my hair, Yutia’s body occasionally brushed against my back. She was soft. I hadn’t felt it when she cut my hair before, about six months ago. For some reason, I suddenly remembered Emma-chan, who was supposed to be washing my feet on the first day of drilling.
Damn. That (Parasite).
”Is something wrong?”
”Sorry, it’s nothing.”
”Oh.”
Come to think of it, Granny mentioned something about the (Parasite) finding a clue to treat Yutia.
”Larry, you have more magical talent than I do. Let’s talk to my uncle about sending you to magic school.”
My sister-in-law had said that a while ago, but I wondered what happened to that talk. I opened my eyes, and before I knew it, Yutia had moved in front of me.
Oh? Are those… “breasts”? They’ve filled out, haven’t they?
Because she can’t raise her right hand very well, she was using her left hand to support herself while trimming my hair. Because of that, her defenseless “twin peaks” swayed right in front of my eyes, a split second behind the sound of the shears. They were close. If I shifted my face just a little bit, the tip of my nose would touch them. Of course, she was wearing clothes, but still… you know. I couldn’t help but be conscious of it.
”I’m finished.”
”Ah, right.”
My wish didn’t come true. Honestly, it was probably for the best that it didn’t. To change my train of thought, I touched my head; it was a clean buzz cut, which felt refreshing.
”Um, wait a moment.”
Yutia reached out and pinched away the cut hairs that had landed on my eyebrows. Seeing there were more, she used the hem of the jacket she was wearing to lightly wipe my face.
”Thank you.”
I opened my eyes and looked back up after glancing down once. I shouldn’t stop my gaze at her “breasts,” but I was curious. After taking a tiny, split-second peek, I directed my gaze upward.
Oh. Our eyes met at close range, and we both felt a bit embarrassed. I suddenly noticed that her clothes were also covered in my hair—including on her chest. Since I obviously couldn’t pick the hair off her chest, I brushed my hair off her shoulder, which was hard for her to reach. For some reason, this surprised Yutia; she took a step back and patted down the front of her clothes.
”Thank you very much.”
That meant “Thank you very much,” right? Good, she doesn’t hate me.
”No, I should be the one saying thank you.”
Then, I remembered something that had been bothering me.
”Hey, about that night—”
Just as I said that, the back door of the main house slammed open.
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Summary:
The village prepares for a military call-up in four days. A new Pastor, Dominique Dietrich-san, arrives and immediately attempts to coerce Larry into backdating tax documents for his own benefit. The chapter also features a surprise marriage announcement from Alberto-san and Mary-san, highlighting the stark contrast in Mary’s new demure appearance.
A joint celebration is planned for the village’s departure, a wedding, and Larry’s coming-of-age. Larry and Alberto drive off the annoying Pastor Dominique, after which Yutia gives Larry a haircut. The intimate moment is interrupted by the sudden opening of the house door just as Larry tries to ask a serious question.
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Trivia:
- Larry is making high-quality combat sandals, indicating training is ending.
- Teaching children arithmetic/letters grants a 50% corvée labor reduction.
- Mauer Village’s only horse is named Carpaccio.
- Hans-niisan left for the capital after a fight with Larry.
- Teressa is acting as Village Head following her husband’s death in battle.
- Nico was originally the ‘head servant’ before Yutia’s arrival.
- Yutia suffers from chronic muscle spasms and speech impairment due to a past high fever.
- Monica is currently serving as a wet nurse for Teressa’s child.
- The Getys family lost all their men to plague and war in a single year.
- Larry possesses high magical talent, potentially surpassing his sister-in-law
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Character Insight:
Teressa is shown to be more than just a grieving widow; she has a mischievous, perhaps even ‘sadistic’ tactical mind, willing to play along with Larry’s ‘Shinto’ prank to handle the pushy Pastor.
Yutia shows a high degree of care for Larry, noticing his long hair and offering a trim despite her physical difficulties. Larry is becoming increasingly aware of her as a young woman.
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The introduction of the ‘Lutheran Church’ and Larry’s joke about ‘Shinto’ highlights the cultural clash and the protagonist’s use of modern/world-outside knowledge as a defense mechanism.
The ‘Parasite’ likely refers to Emma, possibly due to her use of Heal spells for money or her general personality within the group.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Dominique – A young Pastor dispatched from the Lutheran Church; lazy and attempts to backdate tax forms.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• Mauer – A stout man from the Rosen family with thin, downy white hair. He wears a beige dalmatica.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• Lyrica – A toddler under three years old with an innocent but devastatingly honest way of speaking. She repeats scandalous things she hears adults say.
• Maria – The three-month-old second daughter of Ifens and Therese.
• 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.
• 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.
• Mary – Edmond’s younger sister, now strikingly transformed in appearance and confidence, is Albert’s fiancée.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• Klaus – Larry’s maternal uncle, head of the Thalbach family and a vassal to Viscount Bizan. He dislikes Larry and Hans. He is described as a thin, grumpy-looking man, wears a light grey cloak and a black hat with gold ornaments signifying his rank in a Viscount’s house.
• Theo – A Dwarf. Daniel’s third son, an apprentice in Obernbach, sports bronze curly hair and a neatly trimmed beard, embodying his family’s legacy while learning a trade in the city.
• 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.
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