Volume 1 Chapter 30 Suppression
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Our Unit 303 didn’t head for the North Gate toward Vod Fortress. Instead, we passed through the East Gate and marched straight ahead, following the same path taken by that massive woman from the “Weasels of Bohemia” mercenaries when she made her escape.
After about two hours, the march halted by the shore of a small pond. We had come upon the ruins of a village-one that looked more recent than the place where we’d done our militia drilling.
Charred remains of houses lay scattered everywhere like black coal, though many of the stone foundations remained eerily intact. I didn’t have the luxury of standing around and gawking. I led the horses to the pond for water and then hauled buckets to the thirsty cavalrymen stationed at the front of the line. Tending to the infantry was the Second Squad’s problem.
”Must be nice, just swaying along in a wagon all day,” Rudy grumbled, his voice dripping with spite as I helped with the water. He wasn’t wrong, and I knew talking back would only lead to a headache, so I kept my mouth shut.
”What, you’ve gone deaf?” Rudy asked.
”If it bothers you that much, why don’t you offer to be the driver?” I replied.
”Don’t be a moron,” said Rudy. “I don’t know the first thing about handling horses.”
”Oh, so you can’t even handle a horse? Who’s the moron now?” I shot back.
The adults were huddled further up, likely discussing the coming operations, but for those of us who had only just turned fourteen, this petty bickering was all we had. As we moved out again, the road worsened, turning into a steep, jagged incline. An hour into the trek, Marx-san-the oldest among us-climbed up to sit next to the driver’s seat. He was slowing down the formation.
”Sorry to crowd you,” Marx-san muttered.
Usually, the man talked so much you’d think he’d been born from a mouth, but today he was silent, his hand obsessively rubbing his right leg. He looked like he was in pain. I watched him, wondering if he could really keep up this pace. Bours-san’s words echoed in the back of my mind like a death knell: (Those who fall behind must be killed…) At the next break, Martin-san escorted Marx-san toward the mages.
”Hey, the cavalry guys… don’t they seem a little high-strung to you?” Rudy asked.
Since I’d spent most of my time in Linto unconscious in a field hospital, I hadn’t actually spoken to any of them. “I guess so,” I said.
”Actually, most of them are pretty chill,” Rudy continued. Because of his small stature, he didn’t look fourteen at all; they probably treated him like a mascot. He bragged about them letting him ride their mounts and sharing their rations.
This resting spot featured a natural spring. The horses and riders drank their fill on their own, so we didn’t have to deliver water, but we still had to refill our canteens. Every squad and engineering wagon had the same idea, making the spring a crowded mess. While we waited our turn, Rudy wouldn’t stop talking.
”But seriously, ever since we left Linto, they’ve gone dead silent,” Rudy said. “The vibe is just… foul.”
”War is starting, Rudy. Of course they’re on edge,” I replied.
”Hey… are we really going to kill people?” Rudy asked.
I stared at him. What was he saying at this late hour? (I’ve already killed a man…) Even if that mercenary was basically just a bandit in fancy armor, the blood was still on my hands. Before I could answer, Bours-san approached us.
”Listen up,” Bours-san said. “Once we cross the pass, we’re in Kiridal territory. Keep your mouths shut and move like shadows. Am I clear?”
So that was it. I’d suspected as much when we took the East Gate instead of the North route to Vod.
”Wait, what does that mean?” Rudy stammered. “What are we doing in Kiridal’s backyard?”
”Have you never read the Legend of the Sky Heroes?” I asked.
”No, I only read delivery invoices. But I can out-calculate anyone here,” Rudy boasted. The kid just couldn’t help himself; he had to flex even when he was terrified. “What’s that ‘Legend’ crap got to do with this?”
”It’s a story about war,” I explained. “You can’t fight if you can’t eat. To win, you have to secure a supply line. You can win on the main field, sure, but you can also win by starving the enemy out. It’s the very first lesson in the book.”
Rudy paused, his eyes widening. “Wait… is that why Kiridal attacked the morning after we reached Linto?”
”Exactly,” I said.
”And now… we’re doing it to them?” Rudy asked.
”Most likely,” I replied.
He was surprisingly quick on the uptake. He stayed silent for a long time, his mind clearly racing to keep up with the grim reality. “Hey… they failed in the end, didn’t they? Does that mean we’re probably going to fail too?”
”It’s war, Rudy. There are no guarantees,” I said.
”Then what happens if we lose? Do we just die?” Rudy asked.
”Think, Rudy. If we lose and get captured, we’re either executed, kept as prisoners of war, or sold into slavery,” I said.
I decided to tell him about Bours-san’s retreat protocol. If the situation turned south, the commander would call for a retreat. If the commander died, we followed Bours-san. If Bours-san died, we followed Celt-san from the Second Squad. We had to stay together. If you broke rank and ran alone, you were a deserter-and if the enemy didn’t kill you, the military would. Not to mention the penalty the state would levy against your family back home.
”Right… yeah. I knew that,” Rudy muttered, though he looked like he was about to vibrate out of his skin.
As we crested the mountain pass, the forest changed. Wide strips of grassland began to cut through the trees. After one final break, the unit halted at the edge of the woods. This was our campsite. Our job as militia was to pitch the tents for the cavalry. They were snapping at us, their eyes wild with a killing intent that told us to move faster. Once we finished feeding the horses their grain-mixed fodder, Bours-san called a meeting.
”Listen close,” Bours-san said. “No fires tonight. We can’t risk the enemy spotting us. Dinner is bread, water, and jerky. That’s it.”
The only exception was one magic lamp per squad. Rudy and I were assigned watch duty near the wagons until midnight.
”Once you’ve eaten, the rest of you will deliver the barding to the cavalry,” Bours-san continued. “Tomorrow, before dawn, the vanguard-cavalry, infantry, and engineers-will move out along with Squads 1, 2, and 5. Our target is the village of Haraens, three kilometers from here. Once it’s suppressed, half the infantry and Squad 5 will stay behind. The rest of us move to the next village: Owens.”
A collective gasp went up. It was finally here. The “killing” part of the war.
”What happens after we take Haraens?” Getz-san asked.
”This is a chevauchée,” Bours-san said, his voice as cold as iron. “We take everything of value and destroy the rest. Our goal is to sever the supply line from the city of Opcheri to Vod Fortress. To do that, we take Haraens, Owens, and Garao… and we turn them into the same charred ruins we passed today.”
The shock was visible on everyone’s faces. These were men who, until a few weeks ago, had been ordinary villagers and townsfolk.
”Strip them of anything useful, then raze it all,” Bours-san ordered.
”Then… the people?” someone asked.
”Once the vanguard suppresses the area, Squad 5 will haul the prisoners back,” Bours-san explained. “Squads 3 and 4 will follow to strip the resources. We’ll be moving to the next village to repeat the process while Squad 2 handles the next batch of prisoners.”
Bours-san spoke with a terrifying lack of emotion. He explained that we would overnight in Owens, hit Garao the next day, and eventually rendezvous with the main force at Carnary City-the “crown jewel” of the supply route.
”I thought the Kingdom’s army had rules against looting!” Getz-san shouted.
”A chevauchée is an exception,” Bours-san retorted.
He argued that if we didn’t burn these roads now, we’d be fighting this same war forever. To ensure Kiridal never did to Linto what they’d done before, this was the price.
”You mentioned prisoners,” Marx-san said, his voice trembling.
”Women, children, and anyone fit for labor will be taken as slaves,” Bours-san said. “The elderly? They’re useless. Kill them on the spot.”
Rudy grabbed the edge of my tunic, whispering frantically, “Is he serious? He can’t be serious.”
”Bours-san doesn’t joke about this stuff, Rudy,” I whispered back.
None of us doubted him for a second. Bours-san warned us that Opcheri might send reinforcements and that we had to burn the villages last to hide the smoke. He also mentioned a narrow path between Owens and Garao that we had to secure on the first day.
”So… we’re basically just the movers, right?” Rudy asked hopefully.
”No,” Bours-san said. “We are the primary looters. You will enter every house. You will drag out the inhabitants. You will seize every coin and every head of livestock. And let me be crystal clear: if I catch you pocketing so much as a copper for yourself, I will kill you where you stand.”
The threat hung in the air. Nobody thought he was bluffing.
”What about food?” I asked.
”The enemy might poison the stores,” Bours-san replied. “Unless instructed otherwise, we burn the food on the spot.”
”Larry, you probably don’t know the first thing about tying up a prisoner,” Bours-san said. “Have Rudy teach you.”
The thought turned my stomach, but when I looked at Rudy, he actually looked a little pleased with himself.
”And one more thing,” Bours-san added. “Even in a secured village, you move in pairs. I don’t care if you’re going to take a piss or a dump. You don’t go alone.”
I sighed. Of course I’d be paired with Rudy. Bours-san handed out small whistles the size of a thumb. I tucked mine into the lining of my leather helmet. After forcing down some dry bread, the sun vanished, and Rudy and I started our watch. We stayed by the wagons while the infantry handled the outer perimeter. With over a hundred men nearby, the monsters stayed away, but the threat of scouts felt very real.
”Scouts won’t actually attack us, though… right?” I asked Edmond-san.
”Maybe not,” Edmond-san said darkly.
Eventually, pacing around the wagons with a magic lamp felt more absurd than scary. To pass the time, I had Rudy show me how to bind a prisoner’s hands. You press their palms together, weave a linen cord through the base of each finger, and then wrap the remainder around the wrists, cinching it tight in the middle. It was a cold, efficient knot. A knot for a world where morals were already broken.
Apparently, those bindings¹ were a nightmare to remove, even if they were applied loosely. On the flip side, if you tied them too tight, the blood flow would stop and the limb could actually become necrotic.
”Still, it’s freezing out here,” I muttered.
”Looks like snow,” Rudy replied.
Based on the trek we’d made, the altitude here had to be higher than back in Strock Village. I ducked into the tent, pulled out some socks, and made a few adjustments to my combat sandals². I had to make sure I could still move properly even with the extra layers on.
”You’re pretty handy, aren’t you?” Rudy said, watching my work with an impressed look.
(Well, after being forced to make combat sandals every single day, even Edmond-san would be able to handle this much.)
It really was cold. The temperature had plummeted out of nowhere. And just as Rudy predicted, as our watch shift drew to a close, a light powder began to fall.
Before dawn, while it was still pitch black, we started working. About a centimeter of snow had accumulated already. We brushed it off while packing up the tents for the men and horses, then moved on to feeding the horses their fodder. The sky was a heavy, dull gray, with occasional snowflakes dancing in the air. By the time it grew bright enough to see the jagged edges of the clouds, the unit began to move out without a word of command.
We followed a white-dusted ribbon of grassland until we hit a well-maintained highway. The horses seemed on edge; the carriages swayed unsteadily from side to side. As I worked to soothe them, we pressed on, and in less than an hour, a village enclosed by a wooden palisade came into view.
”Hyah!”
At the front of the line, the cavalrymen spurred their mounts. The horses took off, kicking up sprays of snow, with the infantry sprinting close behind. My own carriage horses tried to bolt, but I held them firm. As I struggled with the reins, Bours-san hopped up onto the seat beside me.
”Good lad. Keep it slow,” Bours-san said. “We’ll enter the village once the fighting settles down.”
Shouts and screams drifted toward us from the village, though the thickening snow seemed to swallow the sounds, making them feel distant and muffled.
”Alright,” Bours-san finally grunted. “Move in.”
I drove the carriage forward as instructed, pulling into the village square. The two carriages following us parked parallel to ours in a grim line.
”We’re going to start divvying up the houses,” Bours-san announced. “Take the bags we gave you and collect anything of value. If you find anyone inside, blow your whistle. The infantry will head over immediately.”
Rudy and I were assigned to a house at the northernmost edge of the village. It was a relatively small two-story building, but it looked sturdy.
”Hey, you got your whistle?” Rudy asked.
I hurriedly pulled it from my helmet. The house was surrounded by its own small fence. Once inside the gate, I saw a stable to the right and a warehouse to the left, with the two-story main house sitting right in the center. It was a standard farmhouse layout.
”Hello? Is anyone home?” I called out, opening the door and stepping inside.
”Man, was that really necessary?” Rudy asked.
”Just… a matter of courtesy,” I offered as a weak excuse.
Rudy just snorted at my attempt at politeness. Past the entrance was a dining kitchen. We stepped inside cautiously.
”Gwaaaaah!”
Suddenly, Rudy let out a strangled shriek and bolted back out the door. Startled, I followed close on his heels.
”What is it? What happened?”
”P-People… there’s a dead person in there!”
I took a breath to steady my own nerves. “The infantry already did a sweep, Rudy. They probably killed anyone who put up a fight.” Once I told him that, he seemed to settle down a little.
”I’ll go first this time. Just stay close,” I said.
Entering again, I repeated my “Excuse me,” though it felt hollow now. Just as Rudy had seen, a white-haired Granny was sprawled face-down in front of the stove, her head split open. I tried not to look as I began rifling through the drawers and cupboards on the first floor. There was nothing of value.
We crept up to the second floor. A hallway ran along the north side, leading to three rooms and a toilet. I managed to find a small cache of coins and some jewelry in the master bedroom, but the other rooms were empty. When Rudy opened the toilet door, the stench was so overpowering he almost slammed it shut immediately. But then, he stopped. Beyond the drop-hole, there was a single horizontal bar. I climbed up onto the platform and slid the bar to the side; the wall turned out to be a hidden door that swung inward. A secret staircase lay behind it.
”Hey, let’s call someone,” Rudy whispered, holding me back as I moved to draw the sword at my waist.
He was right. I glanced up the stairs-and locked eyes with a child.
I blew the whistle instinctively. In an instant, the infantry came thundering up.
”Report!” one of them barked.
”Hidden stairs, sir. There was a child at the top.”
”Right. You lot, follow us.”
We followed the soldiers up into a cramped attic. A mother and three children were huddled together in the corner. When one of the soldiers reached out to grab the kids, the mother lunged at him with a hidden blade. It was a desperate, amateur move. The soldier swatted the attack aside effortlessly. Within minutes, the whole family had been bound and were being marched out.
”It’s for the best,” the soldier muttered as they passed. “Even if they stayed hidden, they’d just have burned to death when we torch the place tomorrow. They’re lucky to be alive, even if it’s as slaves.”
The realization hit me like a physical blow. I was the one who had just condemned those four to slavery. I didn’t know if I’d done the “right” thing, but I felt a sickening, tightening sensation in my chest.
After searching the rest of the house, we stepped back out into the cold. Bours-san was already shouting for us.
”Hurry it up! We’re moving to the next village. Get ready!”
As I rejoined the column, I caught a glimpse of the mother and her children being shoved into the fifth squad’s carriage.
The clouds were so thick I couldn’t even guess where the sun was, but it felt like it wasn’t even noon yet. Our strength seemed diminished: ten heavy cavalry, twenty infantry, fifteen engineers and mages, and a single carriage. Add to that the first and second Militia squads with their ten men and one carriage each-it felt like we were a much smaller force now.
As we left the first village, a massive mountain began to loom ahead. The highway skirted its base, and nestled right where the slope began to level out was a long, narrow village. It reminded me of the area below the hill at Strock Village, with wide fields stretching outside the fence and orchards climbing the mountain slopes. Just like before, the village was entirely palisaded. The heavy cavalry smashed through the gates in a thunderous charge, with the infantry pouring in behind them.
”Larry! Take the lower path and get the carriage to the opposite gate!” Bours-san yelled as he leaped onto the driver’s seat.
I steered the carriage off the highway and onto a narrow dirt track through the fields.
”Block the gate!”
I swerved the carriage, skidding it sideways to obstruct the northern exit. A group of men acting as gatekeepers jabbed spears through the slats of the fence, screaming, “Kill the horses!” But Bours-san was faster. His arrows hissed through the air, dropping the men one by one. Eventually, the men of the first squad caught up on foot. Together, they heaved the gate fence down and stormed the interior.
This village was twice the size of the last one. We captured so many prisoners that the second squad’s carriage could only fit the women, children, and a handful of men.
”Kill the rest,” came the initial order.
But things changed. The soldiers discovered grain pits dug into the mountain slopes, and inside, they found a sea of refugees-mostly women, children, and the elderly. There were well over a hundred people we couldn’t fit into the carriages. Tactically, killing them all was probably the “correct” move, but command decided the soldiers’ morale couldn’t take a mass execution. In the end, they compromised: thirty people-mostly the elderly and the more defiant men-were executed.
We in the Militia spent the afternoon stripping the houses of valuables and dragging hidden refugees out of haylofts. By the time we were done, the surviving prisoners numbered over a hundred.
”Don’t waste manacles on the slaves and servants,” the order came down. “Make them tend to the livestock.” I was nearly overwhelmed at the thought of the ten of us having to manage all the village animals, but it turned out almost every house had its own servants. Once we promised they wouldn’t be killed, they obeyed without a hint of resistance. Some were actually people kidnapped from Schweilitz territory; they told us they’d be granted their freedom once they reached our borders.
As we were preparing a massive communal meal for the prisoners and ourselves, three infantrymen swaggered over.
”Must be nice,” one of them sneered, “sitting around making dinner while we do the real work.”
They were looking for a fight. “It’s not like that, sirs,” Martin-san said, his voice level and polite. “Then maybe you won’t mind helping us with our job?” “And what job would that be?” Martin-san asked. “The slaughtering. We’ve still got twenty more to go.”
We in the Militia looked at one another. “Sir… perhaps you should discuss such requests with our captain first?” Martin-san suggested. One of the soldiers reached out and grabbed Martin-san by the collar, hauling him forward. “What’s that? You saying you can’t follow a simple request?” “Maybe I should just execute you for desertion right here,” another added, his hand going to his hilt.
”Desertion is a bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?” Marx-san cut in, stepping between them. “What did you say?” The infantrymen were vibrating with rage. The atmosphere was lethal. Yet Marx-san didn’t flinch; he took a step forward and stood right next to me. “You were the ones ordered to do the killing. Trying to pawn your duty off on the Militia-now that sounds like desertion to me.”
He actually said it. The soldier who had drawn his sword turned a violent shade of crimson. “You old bastard… I’ll make you regret those words!” The soldier lunged, his blade whistling toward Marx-san. Marx-san was on kitchen duty; he wasn’t wearing his leather armor.
I didn’t think. I shoved him out of the way to protect him. Unfortunately, my leather armor was no match for a Kingdom regular’s sword. The blade bit through the leather and tore deep into my upper arm.
”GOD!! IT HURTS!!” I collapsed, clutching my arm as blood soaked through my sleeve. The pain was white-hot. I rolled on the frozen ground, gasping for breath.
”What are you doing?! Attacking an unarmed Militia member?!” That was Edmond-san’s voice. “I will be filing a formal grievance over this!” “Do you know the village head’s house?” Bours-san barked. “There’s a mage there. Get him there, now!”
Someone brought a wooden door panel. I was hoisted onto it and carried away.
”Emergency! We have a casualty!” I was carried up to a master bedroom on the second floor of a large house. “Is the wound just the arm?” a female voice asked. “Yes… I think so,” I managed to wheeze. “Alright. You two, get his shirt off. Now.”
Martin-san and Rudy worked together to strip me to the waist. “Oh, dear. It reached the bone. Good thing you brought him in when you did.” “Is he going to be okay?” Rudy asked. “He’ll be fine. You two can head back now. I’ll take it from here.”
The voice… it was familiar. “We’re leaving him in your hands, then,” Martin-san said. (No! Wait! Don’t leave me!) The door clicked shut, leaving me alone.
”My, my, Larry-chan. It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it? Louise! Come look! Your husband is here!”
The Witch of the Black Forest-Hexa des Schwarzwalds. Why the hell was she here? And if she was here, that meant the giant woman, Lieutenant Louise, was here too.
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Summary:
Unit 303 enters Kiridal territory under the command of Bours-san to execute a scorched-earth campaign. The protagonist, Larry, realizes the true brutality of their mission: destroying villages and enslaving or killing the inhabitants. So, Larry learning how to bind prisoners as they prepare for a pre-dawn raid.
During a winter raid on villages, Larry and Rudy discover hidden families in an attic, leading to their capture as slaves. Tension between the volunteer Militia and regular Infantry explodes when soldiers try to force the Militia to execute prisoners. Larry is seriously wounded protecting an older man and is taken to a healer, only to find himself face-to-face with the Witch of the Black Forest.
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Trivia:
- Unit 303 avoided the North Gate to flank the enemy’s supply lines.
- The ‘Legend of the Sky Heroes’ is Larry’s source of tactical knowledge.
- The penalty for desertion falls on the soldier’s family and village.
- Chevauchée is a specific medieval warfare tactic involving raiding and burning.
- Food is to be burned rather than taken due to the risk of poisoning.
- Looting is officially forbidden but permitted under ‘chevauchée’ rules.
- Larry has been making combat sandals daily as part of his duties.
- The Militia is treated with contempt by the regular Kingdom infantry.
- Hidden provision pits in the mountains were being used as refugee shelters.
- Some ‘enemies’ are actually kidnapped people from Larry’s homeland, Schweilitz.
- The ‘Witch’ refers to Larry as Louise’s husband, implying a specific past dynamic
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Character Insight:
Larry exhibits a chilling pragmatism, having already processed his first kill, while Rudy struggles with the sudden transition from training to the reality of murder and slavery. Bours-san remains the primary antagonist/force of nature, pushing the boys into a ‘broken’ world.
Larry experiences deep moral conflict when his whistle-blowing leads to children becoming slaves. However, his physical bravery is proven when he takes a sword hit for Marx-san, showing he prioritizes his comrades over his own safety.
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The author uses the ‘chevauchée’ tactic to ground the fantasy in historical military realism, emphasizing the grim logistics of war over heroic battles.
The author uses the contrast between the cold snow and the heat of the ‘dining kitchen’ or the ‘stove’ to highlight the sudden intrusion of death.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Rudy – Black‑haired militia member from Heberlich Village, a 14‑year‑old in Unit 303 who acts elitist and scorns Strock Village, mocks Larry’s condition yet visits him daily, struggles with armor upkeep, excels at math but is inexperienced with horses, and battles high war anxiety.
• Marx – A fifty‑something laundry owner from Obernbach, a refugee from Laland, he serves in the Obernbach second unit and is Larry’s squad mate. As the eldest in the protagonist’s squad, he often sparks group conversation, and now battles a painful leg injury.
• 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.
• Martin – Mar, a young recruit from a neighboring village, wears Shinto‑inspired armor and fights in a Shinto‑linked style. Loud and boisterous, he’s a militia member obsessed with erotic themes, flirts with Ferris‑san, proposes to Felice, pursues the elf Granny Ferris, and trains with Larry. Polite yet eager, he tries to de‑escalate tension with regular army soldiers, proposing to Ferris‑san without knowing her true age.
• 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.
• Celt – Modestly dressed tenant farmer in simple work clothes, level‑headed militia member who questions war’s civilian toll and seeks tax relief to buy land; skilled sandal‑maker, observant translator of Bours’s jargon, banquet observer admiring Teressa‑san’s competence, village gossip source, now leader of Second Squad with a calm, kind demeanor.
• Getz – Rugged militiaman of Mauer Village, short unkempt hair, scar across left cheek, wears a worn leather jacket over a faded uniform. He keeps distance but shares a quiet bond with Larry, respects Bours’ authority, scouts and gossips, and questions the army’s looting and rules. His confusion hides stubborn integrity, and though frustrated as a spearman, he stands firm.
• 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.
• Edmond – Second son of a farm, tall, lanky, wiry, he missed the academy until Bours‑san’s harsh lesson on punctuality. Now a militiaman from Mauer Village and Mary’s brother, he teases Martin and Larry, mocks manual labor, plots village celebrations, and dreams of the Officer’s Academy. Recently he visited Larry to explain the battle’s aftermath, his restless energy untempered and ambition burning brighter than his discipline. An experienced scout who offers grim insights into enemy movements.
• 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.
• 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.
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