Volume 1 Chapter 28 Witch of the Black Forest
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
(Warning: This content contains graphic descriptions of violence and physical assault.)
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”I wonder if you know her? She’s the Captain of the Golem Battalion, though she’s probably more famous as the ‘Witch of the Black Forest’¹ – Hexa des Schwarzwalds.”
Chulpan-san, a medical-type mage, introduced me to a woman dressed in a crisp military uniform. Pointed ears poked out from her messy chestnut curls.
An Elf? She was tiny, standing no taller than Chulpan herself. According to Bours-san, she was an orphan who had clawed her way through magic school, military school, and the officer’s academy. Now, she was a legendary Battalion Commander who had never tasted defeat – the only female Major in the Kingdom’s Army.
An Elf, yet an orphan?
She watched me with a smile, but her eyes remained cold and unmoving. I didn’t get the feeling I could trust her for a second. Glitzy ornaments and medals adorned a uniform that looked far too small, straining against a frame that was almost entirely flat-chested.
Beside her stood another woman, a tall officer with shoulders broader than most men’s. Her bust practically heaved against the fabric of her uniform, though she wore fewer medals than the tiny Major. She appeared to be a standard human officer.
”You. Even if you’re Militia, you’re operating under the army’s wing now. When you enter a room with a superior officer, you salute,” the large woman snapped.
I was scolded by the towering uniform and hurried to perform a makeshift salute, mimicking what I’d seen others do.
”What is this? You can’t even salute properly?” she sneered.
(It’s not my fault, I’ve never been taught how to do this right…)
”Now, now, Lieutenant, leave it at that,” Major Sonya said. “Are you Larry Fee-kun?” She approached me with a playful grin and reached out for a handshake.
The moment I answered “Yes” and took her hand, the world flipped. It felt like my legs were harvested from under me. I floated for a split second before my back slammed into the floor.
Before I could gasp, she twisted my arm behind me, pinning me face-down. A dull, sickening pain throbbed in my gut, and I couldn’t catch my breath. My shoulder joint began to scream under the pressure. I couldn’t move an inch.
”As introduced, I am Major Sonya Kittinoa. And this voluptuous creature is Lieutenant Louise Roman.”
Sonya’s voice sounded even younger than my childhood friend Monica’s, yet her logic was pure Hans-niisan. Still, compared to the Major’s flat chest, I suppose “voluptuous” was an accurate description for the Lieutenant.
”Oh my, oh my. You’re quite composed, aren’t you?” Sonya whispered.
I messed up. If she’s a Golem-user, she’s a Simple-type mage – she was reading my mind. The second the thought crossed my brain, she wrenched my arm even harder. I felt the joint sit right on the edge of popping out of the socket. I could feel a sick sense of joy leaking from her consciousness. This woman was dangerous.
”Hey, hey. Is it about time for you to swap with the Parasite Host? Or should we play around until you’ve had enough ‘fun’? Chulpan-san is always so fussy about the ‘recovery’ and the ‘aftercare,’ you know,” Sonya said.
Was her goal the Parasite Host? Had they already figured out how the swap worked in just a few seconds? While pinned, I shifted my gaze and saw Chulpan-san sitting nearby, sipping tea with her pinky raised as if she were watching a play. It was her. She’d sold me out. The realization hit me like a physical blow: there was no help coming.
”I understand… I get it, so just let me go for a second!” I shouted, using my actual voice instead of telepathy.
”That is no way to speak to a superior,” the Lieutenant growled. Her voice was much deeper.
”Louise, don’t be so mean. He’s a fourteen-year-old Militia boy. It’s pitiful,” Sonya teased.
”Is that so, Major?” Louise replied. I couldn’t wrap my head around the dynamic between these two.
”I wonder… does the Lieutenant want to play with the boy? What should I do?”
”If that’s the case, let’s just strip him naked first. We can figure out the rest later, right?”
”Ahhh, Louise does love her young ones. Fine, that sounds like a blast. Let’s do it. You’ve got to keep a sense of playfulness in your work, after all,” Sonya giggled.
These two were insane. They were completely off the rails. Are these really the leaders of the country’s elite Golem unit?
(You’re welcome to verify it yourself.)
Sonya read my mind again and threw the doors to her consciousness wide open via telepathy. I had a sickening feeling about touching her mind, so I pulled back.
”What’s wrong? No need to be shy. Come on,” she urged.
”I’ll pass,” I snapped.
”Ohhh, and here I was going to let you strip my inner self bare. If your intuition is too good, people will hate you, kid.”
She suddenly released her grip. I scrambled to my feet, rotating my throbbing shoulder. “So I just have to swap with the Parasite Host, right?”
”You! How many times do I have to tell you that your tone is unacceptable!?” Louise roared.
I thought she was just going to yell, but her fist buried itself in my solar plexus. It was a soldier’s punch – fast and heavy. A sharp, paralyzing pain blossomed in my gut. I fell to my knees, hunched over until my forehead hit the cold floor, and then slumped to the side.
”Lieutenant, I told you violence is a no-no. Look at the poor, sweet boy; he’s terrified,” Sonya mocked.
”My apologies. It just… slipped,” Louise said.
(It didn’t “slip,” you psycho.)
Fine. If that’s what they want, I’ll give them the Host. “Fine. I don’t care anymore.”
Wait.
”I don’t care anymore!”
I tried again. Why wasn’t Autism Mode² activating? What happened? I could still feel… I still had his memories.
”Anyway, get those clothes off,” Sonya said, peering down at me with an insane glint in her eyes.
”You’re… you’re joking, right?” I managed a weak, pained smile.
”My, I am a Major, you know. I’d never joke about something this entertaining. You’re such a funny kid.”
It was hopeless. Her brain was wired exactly like Hans-niisan’s. Behind her, the “voluptuous” Lieutenant was glaring at me, her knuckles white. One wrong word and she’d probably break a rib. I needed a moment to breathe, to steady my heart. They watched me, not rushing, just waiting for the show. I stood up slowly, my legs shaking. I had no choice. I pulled my shirt off.
”Don’t stop there. Once you’re finished with the rest, get on the bed,” Chulpan-san said, straightening her white lab coat as if this were a routine physical. What the hell were they planning?
”What’s wrong? Shy? If you let that get to you, you’ve already lost. Besides, there’s no stopping now, is there?”
What can’t be stopped? Isn’t that just your own desires? The woman in the large uniform was staring intensely at my body with narrowed eyes.
”Major, let’s proceed with compulsory execution.”
”Eeeh? You can’t wait? What should I do… I want to see his boyish bashfulness, too.”
The exit was right behind me. If I could just burst through the door, there would be witnesses. They wouldn’t chase me into the hall, would they? I reached for the drawstring of my trousers, sliding my left foot back half a step. Chulpan and Sonya were focused on my hands. Louise’s face remained a mask of military discipline.
Now!
I spun around to bolt, but before I could take a single step, a hand clamped onto my head like a vice.
”Fufufu… you really thought you could run? How adorable,” Sonya whispered in my ear.
”What shall we do, Major?”
”Well, Chulpan-san did say he hit his head… but maybe just a little bit won’t hurt?”
”I suppose it’s unavoidable,” Chulpan replied. “Just try to be gentle.”
In an instant, a massive amount of Mana was ripped out of my head through the Major’s hand. My thoughts shattered. My vision went white.
Just as they wanted, I tagged out with the Parasite Host.
* * *
I have killed a man.
During the chaos at the East Gate, the spear I held had skewered a man who fell right onto the tip. It was an accident, but the fact remained: I was a murderer. I can still feel the sickening vibration of the spear-head sliding through his neck. I couldn’t give this memory to young Larry. He’s just a boy; he shouldn’t have to carry this. I’ll bury the memory deep and erase my own consciousness – I’ll just count numbers in the dark to stay hidden.
I remained in a deep, dreamless sleep. I don’t know how much time passed in the world above. I felt a tug, a call to wake up, but I refused. I realized that if I’m prepared, I can reject Larry’s call for Autism Mode.
But then, something went wrong. Larry’s consciousness suddenly thinned out. The Mana supporting his mind was drained in a flash, and I was violently forced awake.
At that moment, three other minds invaded the space. One was abnormal – a jagged, intense curiosity that leaked everywhere. I tried to count, tried to hide, but she didn’t care. She charged into my mind with a laugh, stirring through my thoughts like she was looking for a toy in a chest. I hated it, but I was powerless.
Suddenly, a flood of foreign memories was shoved into my brain. My head throbbed, and my lungs seized up. As I struggled to breathe, the memories began to play like a high-speed film.
* * *
Is this a battlefield?
A massive castle wall loomed thirty meters ahead. A gorilla-shaped Golem was clearing a path, its long, heavy arms scything through soldiers like wheat. Around it, oil jars shattered, igniting a hellscape of orange fire and black smoke.
This is… the viewpoint isn’t at human eye-level. Am I a Golem? I looked left and right. Nine other humanoid Golems were staring back at me. The Golem I was ‘riding’ signaled with a wave, and the pack surged forward. I had all five senses, but no control. Someone else was driving this machine. Are these her memories?
Four of the Golems slammed into the wall, clinging to the stone. Three more scaled their backs to stand on their shoulders, then two more climbed those, forming a living ladder of wood and magic. Finally, my Golem scrambled up the pile and vaulted onto the ramparts.
Infantry and archers were there, but they just backed away, trembling. Inside the gate, fifty soldiers were massed, looking up in horror. I jumped right into the middle of them. I felt the sickening crunch of human bone under the Golem’s weight as I landed, and then I went berserk.
With one wide sweep of the Golem’s arms, I sent soldiers flying. Their bodies were bent in ways no human should bend; most were dead before they hit the ground. The survivors retreated, so I turned to the gate’s massive bolt. It was a ten-meter square timber – even for a Golem, it was a heavy lift. I heaved it onto my shoulder, straining every magical nerve, until three other Golems jumped down to assist.
At that moment, fire rained down. Oil jars and flaming arrows pelted the Golems. Our bodies were made of hard oak, which didn’t burn easily, but the ‘nerves’ were made of monster parts. In the heat, they’d melt in less than a minute. With one last burst of strength, I threw the bolt aside and left the rest to the others.
* * *
”Corporal Louise, why did you hesitate to enter the gate?”
A tall female soldier stood in front of a squad of thirty, glaring at the girl in front of her. Is this… a young Lieutenant Louise? She was actually quite cute.
”That is… I…” the girl stammered.
The horsewhip in the officer’s hand lashed out, striking Louise across the cheek.
”Give it to me straight.”
The voice was a lash of reprimand.
”When I stood upon the gallery, I accidentally crushed a young soldier. I… I lost my composure,” the soldier said.
”If that blunder had prevented the gates from opening, our forces would have retreated empty-handed. We would have been left with eighteen dead, forty wounded, one lost Golem³, and the destruction of two ultra-large Amber cores,” the officer replied.
”I am deeply sorry!”
The Corporal shouted her apology, but no mercy followed—only the whistle and bite of the whip. Once the briefing concluded, the owner of these memories led the Corporal beyond the castle perimeter.
”These men,” the officer said, gesturing to the line. “We took them as prisoners, but their own people refused to take them back. Even the slave traders won’t touch them.”
About ten men sat or lay in a row, bound by ropes so loose they could have escaped if they had the strength. They were broken things—missing limbs, gouged eyes, or wounds so festering that their lives were clearly measured in hours.
”Kill them all,” the officer commanded.
”Kill… them, sir?” the Corporal asked.
”That’s right. Once night falls, the gates are barred. They’ll be eaten alive by wild dogs or monsters. Don’t you think putting them out of their misery is an act of mercy?”
The superior’s logic was sound, perhaps. But for this young Corporal, being ordered to slaughter defenseless, broken men was a weight too heavy to bear.
”But—”
”It is an order,” the officer said.
This body moved. It approached the female Corporal, reaching out to draw the sword hanging at her waist. It felt remarkably heavy. I approached the man at the front of the line. He lay there, missing his right arm and ankle. His eyes were hollow, his mouth agape, his shoulders trembling with the shallow, rhythmic hitching of the dying. I pinned his head to the dirt with my left boot. He didn’t even try to resist. I let the sword’s own weight drive the point through his neck.
A sharp convulsion traveled from his hands to his feet, and then he went still. The life went out of him. I drew the blade and plunged it back into the neck of the thing that was no longer a man, over and over. There was less blood than I had imagined. When a person is no longer a person, they are simply a corpse. As I shifted my weight from my left foot back to my right, the head rolled away with a dull thud.
”Do it. That’s an order,” I said.
I handed the sword back to the female Corporal. She took it, weeping, and began to obey.
* * *
”What is that?”
Second Lieutenant Louise called out. From our position on the hillside, scanning the day’s carnage, a cloud of dust appeared on the horizon—a group was riding hard toward us.
”The battle is over. And aren’t the envoys supposed to arrive tomorrow for the post-war settlements?” Louise asked.
The sun was beginning its descent, painting the early autumn plains in bruised hues. Pillars of white smoke rose from the husks of Golems scattered across the field. Occasionally, a super-heated Amber core would rupture, scattering jagged shards into the dirt.
”Reporting!” a staff officer shouted, rushing up and dropping to one knee. “Casualties: 289 dead. Approximately 2,500 wounded—1,200 of whom remain combat-ready. Losses in cavalry…”
The report droned on, but my eyes remained fixed on the approaching riders.
”That concludes the report,” the officer said.
”Good work. Go to the staff and inform General Sabaski that Major Sonya Kitinoa is heading out to negotiate with the Amazoness,” Sonya said.
”The Major is acting on her own?” The officer looked skeptical.
”Yes. And if you don’t report it quickly, a major breach of military protocol is about to happen,” Sonya replied.
The Major was smiling, but the officer didn’t stick around to chat; he scrambled away in a panic. Following her lead, we had the infantry pull a cart toward the temporary morgue. “Morgue” was a generous term; it was just a patch of grass where bodies were being piled indiscriminately. For the enemy dead, it was the best they could expect.
There were at least a thousand bodies. None were intact. They were hacked, crushed, or both, blanketed in a cloying stench that had already drawn the first packs of wild dogs.
”Load that one with the crushed skull and the one missing the arm onto the cart,” Major Sonya ordered.
The infantrymen looked revolted, but an order from the Major was absolute. Near the camp entrance, eight riders on massive horses and a two-horse carriage waited. They were the ones from the horizon. I had expected “Amazoness” to mean bikini armor, but they wore practical light armor—leather reinforced with steel plates. Only one, presumably the envoy, wore a black outfit draped with a crimson cloak.
That woman—or rather, a girl who still carried the soft features of childhood—rode forward alone. Major Sonya ride out to meet her.
”I am Nikaure Saba, Ambassador of the Mercenary Amazoness Tribe,” the girl said.
A blue gemstone hung from a delicate chain on her forehead, a mark of her station.
”Major Sonya Kitinoa, Commander of the Golem Battalion. Well, well. To think royalty would come in person just to collect prisoners,” Sonya said.
”So, you are the Witch of the Black Forest? It is an honor to meet you, Major,” the Ambassador replied.
The Major recognized the rank from the blue stone; the Ambassador recognized the Major from her infamy.
”Judging by your arrival, you’re expecting more fighting tomorrow,” Major Sonya observed.
”I didn’t bring any reinforcements,” the Ambassador replied smoothly. “By tomorrow, the Charle Empire will submit a request for a year-long ceasefire.”
”Oh? Did the Martyr Army have a hand in that?” Sonya asked.
”Who can say? Such things are beneath the concern of mere mercenaries,” Nikaure replied.
They fell silent, locking eyes for a long moment, measuring one another.
”Then, the handover,” Major Sonya said.
She gestured to the bodies on the cart.
”Thank you. However… I believe we are missing one,” the Ambassador noted.
”Don’t worry. It will be delivered shortly,” Sonya replied.
The Major spoke with absolute confidence, even though she hadn’t sent word to anyone since spotting the riders.
”I see. While we wait, would you be so kind as to tell me how they died?” Nikaure asked.
”Hmph. Those two? I killed them myself,” Sonya said.
The Amazoness Ambassador didn’t so much as twitch a brow. Major Sonya explained the tactical flow: the Kingdom of Schuberitz had fortified the hill, holding three fronts. The Charle Empire had charged the center with their Golems, and Schuberitz had met them in kind.
Schuberitz had the edge in experience, but the Mana required to move a Golem only lasted as long as two ultra-large Ambers—roughly fifteen minutes of high-intensity combat. Once the Golems stalled, the field devolved into a chaotic melee. As Schuberitz began to envelop the enemy, a unit of Amazoness on heavy horses tore through the left flank, aiming straight for the General’s headquarters.
”I intercepted them with the Golem I’d been holding in reserve,” Sonya said. “I crushed the lead horse and its rider, then squeezed the head of the next knight. Your sisters split, circled, and charged again.”
They had tried to bleed her dry of time, circling and charging, but meanwhile, the main Charle army was being ground into the dirt. The Empire was on the verge of a total rout.
”My Golem only had seconds of power left. On the final charge, I lunged forward and grabbed one of them by the arm. I used her body as a flail to beat back the others until her arm tore off and she was thrown clear,” Sonya explained.
(So that’s the one without an arm…)
”I see,” the Ambassador said softly. “To fall in battle against the Witch of the Black Forest… the Dragon God will surely welcome them. They died well.”
”If I had stalled for a few more seconds, my Golem would have frozen, and you might have taken the General’s head,” Sonya conceded.
”I appreciate the sentiment,” the Ambassador replied.
The staff officer from earlier arrived, leading infantrymen carrying a wounded soldier on a makeshift litter. The high command had clearly anticipated the negotiation and sent the survivor down.
”Here she is. Now, let’s talk terms for the exchange,” Major Sonya said.
”Of the recruits… who here hasn’t made a kill yet?”
All five of the new girls raised their hands.
* * *
Stop it!
”I’ve seen enough!”
I writhed, trying to shake off the women’s hands.
”What? No, no! I have so much more to show you. Don’t be shy,” the telepathic woman teased.
(Is the Major from the memories the same person as this woman?) This Elf woman sounded like a high schooler brimming with twisted curiosity.
”It’s all me! You have to separate work from play, right? That’s the secret to being a ‘good woman,’ don’t you think?” the Elf asked.
Maybe, but that wasn’t the point.
”Ugh, you’re way too serious. Open your eyes. I’ve put Larry into Autism Mode for now,” she said.
Is that what happened? Larry’s presence was so faint I couldn’t even sense him. I did as she said and opened my eyes. I was definitely in control of Larry’s body. The room was bright. I was lying down, but something felt wrong with my wrists and ankles. And I was completely naked.
I was restrained. I couldn’t even roll over, though I could lift my head. My wrists and ankles were roped tight to the four bedposts. Standing over me, staring directly at my crotch, were two small women and one tall one. Without Larry’s memories, I didn’t recognize the small ones, but the tall one was a face I knew well. She was the soldier from the memories. The one who started as a Corporal and ended as a Second Lieutenant. Louise.
”Look! It just hitched!” Louise exclaimed. “His meat pole just hitched!”
”Louise, you’re having way too much fun,” the Elf giggled. “Go ahead, give it a poke. I bet it’ll move even more.”
”What… what do you think you’re doing?” I asked.
(Don’t play around with another man’s—especially my—crotch.) I lifted my head to glare at them.
The smaller one in the military uniform gave me a bright, cheerful smile.
”What’s the big deal? Louise said she wanted a baby. It’s not like it’s going to wear out or anything. Just let us borrow it for a bit!” the girl said.
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Summary:
Larry is subjected to physical and psychological torment by Major Sonya and Lieutenant Louise in an infirmary setting. When Larry fails to switch to his ‘Parasite Host’ voluntarily, Sonya forcibly drains his mana to trigger the swap. The Host awakens and is immediately bombarded with Sonya’s violent battlefield memories involving Golem warfare.
The protagonist experiences a brutal memory of an execution before transitioning to a diplomatic negotiation between Major Sonya and an Amazoness Ambassador. After the exchange of bodies, Larry wakes up naked and restrained, surrounded by women intending to use him for reproduction. The trauma of war and the absurdity of his current predicament clash violently.
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Trivia:
- Sonya is the only female Major in the Royal Army.
- Golem ‘nerves’ are sensitive to fire and melt within a minute, despite the wooden exterior being durable.
- The Host can intentionally block the ‘Autism Mode’ swap if prepared.
- Sonya uses simple-type telepathy to read surface thoughts in real-time.
- Golems operate on a strict Mana limit (approx. 15 minutes).
- Major Sonya used a living Amazoness knight as a flail in battle.
- The blue gemstone on the Ambassador’s head signifies royal status.
- Louise, once a Corporal who wept over killing, is now a Lieutenant casually participating in Larry’s restraint.
- The Elf telepath claims to be the same person as the ‘Major’ in the memories
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Character Insight:
Sonya is revealed to be a high-functioning sociopath who enjoys ‘playing’ with subordinates and mages, using her status to mask sadistic tendencies. Louise’s past as a hesitant corporal who was disciplined by Sonya explains her current subservience.
Major Sonya is depicted as cold, calculating, and physically overwhelming in battle, yet capable of diplomatic nuance. Larry, meanwhile, is losing his sense of autonomy as his body and mind are manipulated.
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The author uses Golem warfare as a metaphor for industrial, impersonal brutality, contrasting with the ‘personal’ trauma Larry and the Host are enduring.
The use of German for the Major’s title ‘Hexe des Schwarzwaldes’ is a common stylistic choice in Japanese light novels to denote a sense of ‘otherness’ or ‘antique power’.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Witch of the Black Forest – Commander of the Golem Battalion; described as a ‘runt’ by Larry upon first sight.
• Hexa des Schwarzwalds – Also known as the Witch of the Black Forest. She is a mage or healer with a past connection to Larry.
• Chulpan – A short‑eared elf who looks like Granny Ferris, wearing a white lab coat beneath a mantle, serves as a medical mage at a field hospital. Skilled in telepathy and intricate bone‑setting, she’s a junior disciple of Ferris and introduced Larry to the military officers, approaching healing clinically and experimentally.
• Bours – Tall, scarred, in a faded Royal Army uniform, he is a former captain turned militia instructor — stern, cold, tactical, with an iron fist and a broken moral compass. Married to Sheeta‑san, father of a son conscripted in the Imperial border division, veteran of the Western Front, Elders’ Council member, and commander of cavalry/infantry during the Kiridal attack.
• Larry – 14‑yr‑old third son of the Strock headman, reddish‑white skin, bronze eyes, curly bronze hair; hosts a 40‑yr‑old former manager’s mind and a ‘Parasite Host’ entity. Militia member of Unit 303, kills a man, knows ‘Legend of the Sky Heroes’, battles PTSD and mana‑induced inflammation, maintains gear, hides fire magic, acts as medic/house‑sitter, admires his sister‑in‑law and trains to become Village Head.
• Sonya – A loli Elf orphan and Major of the Golem Battalion. Known as the Witch of the Black Forest. Major in the Golem Battalion known as the Witch of the Black Forest. Capable of telepathy. Has flat chest.
• Max – Uncle Klaus’s second son and Larry’s cousin.
• Soi – An old professor from Ajire seminary, the first to raise a question. Looks like wizardly.
• Tim – A 14‑year‑old village youth, the eldest son of the Dvorak family, has just ‘graduated’ into adulthood. With short dark hair, a lean build and thoughtful eyes, he recently traveled to the riverside town of Obernbach accompanied by his father.
• Al – Alberto, a massive red‑haired man recently married to Mary, just finished his village wedding. He is a companion of Hans, helping intimidate and gather elders as a villager and leader working alongside him.
• Ed – A lanky village youth in simple farmer’s garb, Larry’s close friend and soon‑to‑be conscript, fiercely protective of Larry’s interests, now serving as a militia member assisting in spear‑wall training.
• Louise – A Second Lieutenant woman in the Schuberitz army who previously appeared as a Corporal in forced memories. A tall, voluptuous human Lieutenant serving under Major Sonya. Lieutenant and vice-commander of the Golem Battalion. Described as having a preference for younger boys.
• Monica – Sun‑tanned, tomboyish Larry’s childhood friend, now a widow and mother of twins, she raises her kids while caring for infant niece Maria. Missing teeth and bitter about Larry’s neglect, she embodies how war’s danger touches even non‑combat villagers.
• Hans – Larry, the rugged, wild‑eyed ‘Mad Dog’ of Strock Village, is the second son of the Fee family, a chronic alcoholic with assault and extortion convictions. As the older brother and heir to the Kessler estate he abandons his duties, returning to crash a ceremony. His brother is aggressive, decisive, pragmatic, known for strength and violence, and refuses the headship.
• Corporal – A combat engineer with shattered legs and ribs who admires Captain Bours.
• Nikaure – Ambassador of the Mercenary Amazoness Tribe and a member of their royalty.
• Nika – A fourteen-year-old personal maid to Teressa. Freckled, has wavy bronze hair, flat chest, and prone to mocking Larry. Lady’s maid and cousin to Terese. Educated free person with a prickly personality. Terese’s lady’s maid and cousin. Known for being sharp-tongued toward Larry.
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