Volume 1 Chapter 32 Golem
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Rudy and I scrambled beneath the carriage, barely clinging to life. It was right after I’d savored that inexplicable surge of laughter—the kind that only bubbles up when you’re staring death in the face.
”I’m sorry, Larry-kun, but could you help me out for a second?”
The voice of the Witch of the Black Forest (Hexa des Schwarzwalds) whispered in my ear, cold and dead serious, instantly blowing my laughter away.
”What’s this, little lady? What are you planning to make Larry do?” Rudy barked. He’d picked up her voice and, of all things, decided to pick a fight with the Witch of the Black Forest (Hexa des Schwarzwalds).
”Hmm? And what are you to Larry?” the Witch asked.
”I’m Larry’s… well, his brother-in-arms, if you have to know. What do you want with my comrade?”
”Right now, our forces are in a dire situation,” she replied. “If we slip up, this entire unit is dead.”
I felt my heart drop. Rudy went silent, too.
”Look east, toward the road we just traveled,” she commanded.
Following the instructions of the Witch of the Black Forest (Hexa des Schwarzwalds), I looked past the east gate. In the distance, a unit—likely cavalry—was thundering toward us.
”If they charge us now, we’re finished. The Cavalry and Infantry facing west have their backs wide open. If we’re hit from behind, the front collapses and the line breaks. I’ll use this carriage to block the east gate and handle things there. Larry, I need you to take a Golem¹ and support the west gate.”
”Huh?” I stammered.
”If you’re really Larry’s brother-in-arms,” she said to Rudy, “go tell the Militia captain that there are still mercenaries on the mountain side. Tell him to sweep them out and prepare for a full withdrawal. Tell him those are orders from Major Sonya Kittinoa, Commander of the Golem Battalion.”
”A Major?” Rudy whispered. He looked at me, and I gave him a sharp nod. He’d probably never seen a high-ranking officer in his life.
”If you understand, then move!”
Rudy nodded frantically, his face pale, and scrambled toward the next carriage.
”Um… me? Piloting a Golem?”
”Yes. Lieutenant Louise sustained an arrow wound. She’s being treated, but we don’t have time to wait. Come.”
We crawled out from under the wagon and climbed up. Near the edge of the freight car, Marianne the Mage was treating a nasty arrow wound near the right collarbone of Lieutenant Louise.
”The Parasite Host² already knows how to operate it because I’m sharing my memories,” the Witch explained. “All that’s left is the startup.”
Beyond the Lieutenant, two massive crates—each twice the length of a man—sat open. Inside lay the Golems, their massive bodies folded at the waist.
”Open the hatch on the back of that Golem’s neck,” she ordered.
I turned the latch on the Golem’s neck as instructed. Inside the hatch, several glowing white lines were coiled together.
”Put your hand in there. Just a trickle of Mana will do.”
The moment I touched them, the Golem shuddered to life. It wasn’t breathing, but a low-frequency thrum and a faint vibration surged through my arm.
”Good. Now, feel the Golem’s existence. Read it like you would a human heart.”
I closed my eyes to focus. Within the machine, I found a presence—far simpler and more primal than a human consciousness.
”First, sync your vision.”
(My eyes?) I willed my awareness into the Golem’s head, overlapping my sight with its sensors.
”Now do the ears, the neck, shoulders, elbows, wrists, and fingers. Then the waist and legs.”
It was surprisingly easy. The parts clicked into place one by one.
”How is it? If the integration held, the connection should stay even if you pull your hand away. You should be able to move it now.”
I’d only just finished syncing the hands, but the Major was clearly in a hurry.
”I’m leaving. Once you’re moving, get off the wagon and head for the west gate. I’m leaving the rest to you.”
The plan sounded suicidal, but the enemy at the east gate was closing in. We were out of time. The carriage beneath me began to lurch forward.
”Once the Golem moves, we’ll move your physical body to a safe spot,” someone whispered in my ear. I kept my eyes closed to maintain the link. I heard the grind of wood and a heavy impact nearby; the Major’s Golem was already deployed.
I pushed my consciousness all the way down to the Golem’s toes, cementing the union.
(This should be enough…) Even with my hand away from the white lines, the image of the Golem remained etched in my mind.
Unlike humans, where a mental link breaks when skin contact ends, the Golem stayed part of me.
I willed the massive body to stand.
”Wait! Let me close the hatch first!” a voice shouted. I paused mid-motion. “Okay, you’re good!”
I focused on the Golem again. I could do this. The machine’s limbs moved exactly as I willed them to.
”The Golem stops if the Amber³ on its back runs dry. It’ll get sluggish when it’s low. If that happens, get back here immediately. We can swap the Amber and get you back in the fight,” an engineer shouted near my physical ear.
I kept my own eyes shut and slowly opened the Golem’s eyes.
I could see everything. Below my mechanical feet, a female engineer was bracing my limp human body.
Looking toward the west gate, I saw another Golem—likely the one piloted by the Witch of the Black Forest (Hexa des Schwarzwalds)—moving with terrifying speed.
It was snatching up enemy soldiers and crushing them with its massive weight.
To the other side, our Cavalry had dismounted, fighting as heavy Infantry.
They were outnumbered three to one, barely thirty men holding against a hundred.
The gate was the only reason they weren’t dead yet.
Luckily, the enemy was short on archers, though a few were firing from atop a distant wagon.
I saw an arrow punch through an Infantryman’s visor.
He staggered, pulling the shaft out, but he was finished.
I stepped the Golem off the carriage and stood tall. My perspective soared, looking clear over the heads of the enemy. I was taller than a two-story house.
The rear-guard Infantry saw me and let out a roar. The enemy soldiers, who had been busy tearing down the perimeter fence, froze in terror.
I shifted from a walk to a heavy stride. I felt a bit top-heavy, but the Golem held its balance.
”Do as you please,” she’d said. I didn’t think; I just moved. Before I knew it, I was in a full mechanical sprint.
My allies scrambled to the sides, clearing a path. I leaned into the momentum, my legs struggling to keep up with the Golem’s massive weight.
I ended up performing a massive, armored head-slide directly into the enemy ranks.
I felt the sickening crunch of several men being flattened beneath me.
”The commander! Find the commander!” the woman’s voice echoed in my physical ears.
I raised my head. There, just past my left hand, was an old man in a lavish military uniform on horseback. (That’s him.)
I lunged, but he managed to wheel his horse away at the last second. As I struggled to stand, the voice came again.
”Any further and the link will break! Get back inside the village!”
I stood up. The enemy soldiers were scrambling to put distance between us. Golems were siege weapons—unstoppable against walls, but vulnerable on open ground if the enemy just outran you.
Near the east gate, the Witch of the Black Forest (Hexa des Schwarzwalds) was a whirlwind, reaping lives and hurling debris. I, on the other hand, was a total novice. But that one strike had forced them back. My allies were resetting their formation.
The Golem’s weaknesses were many: short duration, narrow range, and a vulnerability to fire.
If I stayed out here, they’d start throwing oil pots.
As if on cue, I saw an Infantryman swinging a jar of oil on a rope.
He missed, but I didn’t need another warning. I turned and fled back into the village.
The numbers were still grim. They had three times our strength.
Two Golems had to bridge that gap.
If I could just buy time until I could swap with Lieutenant Louise, we might actually win.
I wove through the friendly lines, heading for the east gate to trade off.
”Just a little longer! Keep going!” the voice urged.
(Fine. I’ll give them something to think about.)
I reached the house near the gate.
It was half-gutted by fire, and the barn next door was starting to catch.
I smashed the barn to pieces, grabbing the support beams to use as massive clubs.
I hurled barrels, jars, and anything I could grab.
When I ran out of junk, I started throwing half-burnt pillars from the house.
My aim was non-existent, but the sheer chaos forced the enemy to pull back.
I kept up the barrage until I noticed the bodies of Marx and Neil. They lay there, twisted and abandoned. At their feet sat a large bin full of wheat flour.
(I’ll throw that, too.)
I grabbed the bin and hurled it toward the smoldering ruins near the enemy front line.
The bin shattered on impact, a massive cloud of white flour billowing into the air. A moment later—whump. The air ignited in a brilliant yellow flash.
A pressure wave slammed back toward me, but nearly a third of the enemy force was swallowed by the blast and the heat.
”(A dust explosion…)”⁴ The phrase from the Parasite Host’s memories surfaced in my mind.
It wasn’t particularly lethal on its own, but it terrified the enemy enough to make them halt their advance.
By the time I returned, the Major’s Golem was already being serviced. Engineers were swarming over it, swapping the Giant Amber on its back.
”Please, lie down on your stomach,” a voice said.
I saw Lieutenant Louise nearby, and I willed the Golem to lie down near her.
”Great work,” the voice said. “I have a message for you from Lieutenant Louise: ‘I love you, Darling.’”
”Huh?”
I heard the end of that sentence with my own ears as my consciousness snapped back into my physical body.
”I am Second Lieutenant Eben Christensen, leader of the 303rd Engineering Squad.”
A petite woman with piercing gray eyes saluted me as I sat up.
”I’m Larry Fee. Militia,” I replied, standing to return the salute.
”I can’t believe that was your first time operating a Golem,” she said, her eyes practically sparkling with admiration.
”Is that so?” I said.
”Yeah, it takes at least six months for a new battalion recruit to even move a Golem properly.”
(Maybe I just want to believe I’m amazing.) However, although I had no proof, I suspected that the part of me moving the Golem was the Parasite Host⁵. And that explosion, too.
”So, I’m terribly sorry, but…”
It seemed my turn for receiving praise had ended.
I was promptly hauled out of the militia carriage where I’d been sleeping and ushered into a hastily erected tent.
Inside, Major Hexa lay with the stern, weary face of a career soldier.
Right next to her, Lieutenant Louise had also been laid down to rest.
”Please, we need you to charge this,” the Ensign said. He handed me a Giant Amber meant for Golem use. “We don’t have any spares left.”
If we couldn’t clear the enemies at the East Gate, we were finished.
If the Major’s Golem ran out of power before then, we wouldn’t stand a chance.
But things are never easy. I’d managed to crack small Ambers for magic lamps by overcharging them before, but a Golem-grade Amber was over a meter long.
I gripped both ends and began pouring my Mana into it, but it drained me so fast I couldn’t even tell if it was actually holding the charge.
It felt like it would take a full day to fill this thing.
”Even a minute or a second of extra runtime is enough,” the Ensign said apologetically.
(That’s easy for him to say.) Looking at our remaining numbers, I didn’t feel like we could win. While I was ruminating on the futility of it all, a roar went up from the West Gate. I assumed it was just Lieutenant Louise doing something again; I didn’t think much of it.
”What is she thinking… ‘I love you, Darling’? If you’re dead, it doesn’t mean a thing.”
Looking at Louise’s dead-serious face as she lay there, the words slipped out of my mouth. A Lieutenant was a high-ranking position in the army. Why was a big shot like her calling me “Darling”? Was she that desperate for a man?
”Look, I’ve got my sister-in-law, plus Nico and Yutia. Even Monica is a marriage candidate. There’s no way I can take care of a big shot like you.”
”No,” Lieutenant Louise said flatly, eyes still closed as she lay on her back. “The Major has already decided. I have no husband other than you.”
My heart nearly skipped a beat. She’d said it with total conviction. Come to think of it, even while she was operating the Golem, her physical body’s ears must have been picking up the Engineer Captain’s voice.
”Look, Lieutenant, just focus on the battle.”
(Even if I am her ‘Darling,’ we’re in the middle of a war.)
”The battle is over,” she replied. “Reinforcements arrived from the west, and the enemy soldiers have retreated.”
I stood up and stepped out of the tent. It was true—the cheering was still going.
Engineers were hugging each other and sobbing. Beyond them, I saw my exhausted militia comrades slumped on the ground.
From the direction of the East Gate, I could see the Major’s Golem approaching through the fence, its cleanup duty finished.
At the West Gate, the infantry—who I thought were goners—had cleared a path to welcome the reinforcing cavalry.
Beside them, Louise’s Golem stood tall, saluting the new arrivals.
We actually made it. The relief hit me so hard my knees buckled, and I collapsed on the spot.
”Hey! Get up! We’re handing out water. You, go get food and water for the horses.”
Even though I was spent, Bours-san was merciless.
Only two horses remained; most of the others were either dead or had been put down because they could no longer walk.
Those dead horses were butchered on the spot to serve as dinner for everyone.
It hurt my heart a little to see the animals I’d been feeding turned into meat rations.
But it wasn’t just the horses.
Between the cavalry and the infantry, we’d lost over a dozen men.
Only about twenty of us were left.
I remembered what the Major had said while she was treating my arm: “The top two Golem users in this kingdom are in this unit. Don’t you think that’s strange?”
If the Major hadn’t been here, we never would have held the East Gate.
I’d handled the West, but that was pure luck.
If the reinforcements had been even a few hours later, I don’t know what would have happened.
Maybe if this unit had been better equipped, things would have been different—but maybe there was a reason we were given such a lopsided hand.
Later, the brass held a meeting to handle the internal post-war settlements.
They handed out awards for meritorious service.
The Major and the Lieutenant were obvious choices, and a few men from the cavalry, infantry, and engineers were selected too.
Even Bours-san and Edmond-san from the militia were honored.
As for me? I heard my name came up, but I was disqualified because of the regulation stating that only official Mages are allowed to pilot Golems.
”You risked your neck running around setting those fires, and this is what you get?” Rudy grumbled, sounding annoyed.
”It is what it is,” I replied.
That night, we ran out of tents. The low-ranking militia had to sleep in the corner of a half-burned house.
It had no roof, so it was basically camping, and by midnight, the snow started to fall.
We couldn’t risk a fire on the wooden floor, so we ripped up the boards and built a bonfire on the dirt below.
The light was nice, but the heat never reached us.
I wrapped myself in a blanket, shivering and unable to sleep.
”Is Bours-san still out?” Getz-san asked grumpily.
”Yeah. Apparently, the Golem Major and some noble-born Colonel are butting heads over something. Sounds like it’s going to be a mess.”
”The Golem Major… you mean the Witch of the Black Forest, Hexa des Schwarzwalds? With her record, the only person who should be talking back to her is a General.”
”Well, this Colonel is the Crown Prince’s uncle or something. He’s a stubborn one.”
While the older guys gossiped about drama in high places, Rudy started talking to Linto about hitting the South Gate once we got back—a conversation fueled entirely by his baser instincts.
”I’m telling you, I’ve got no money,” Linto sighed.
”And I’m telling you, I’ll lend it to you!”
(It’s not that I wasn’t interested; I just knew that owing Rudy money was more trouble than it was worth.)
* * *
The next morning, our drinking water was almost gone, so we melted snow to stretch it out.
Our three-day rations were tapped out, so we distributed the last of the bread from the carriage to the entire 303rd Unit.
In the end, the Colonel got his way; the 303rd was absorbed into the main force to return to Vod Fortress, leaving us militia behind.
We were tasked with taking the dead and the wounded who couldn’t be healed by magic back to the next village, Owens.
Marx-san and Neil-san weren’t listed as KIA, though.
They’d died from eating something they shouldn’t have in a restricted zone.
Since it was a disciplinary violation, they were officially recorded as having died of illness to save their reputations.
As we prepared to head out the East Gate, a massive commotion broke out at the West Gate.
More reinforcements had arrived.
”Move out!” Bours-san barked.
I wanted to see what the fuss was about, but I had to drive.
Snow was falling steadily now.
If it kept up for another half-day, the roads would vanish under the drifts.
I struggled to steer, unable to see the ruts and holes in the path.
We were about halfway there, judging by the mountains to our left, when I heard a horse neighing from the slopes.
The plains were open, but the mountains were thick with trees, masking whatever was up there.
Bours-san signaled me to stop.
”Everyone, get in the carriage!” he yelled to the men walking behind us. “Pick up the pace!”
”Enemy mercenaries!” Edmond-san shouted from the back. “They’re hunting us!”
(Are you kidding me? I thought the war was over!)
I urged the team forward, but the snow made it impossible to gain speed. The horses were already flagging.
”You bastards! There’s nothing in here but corpses and wounded!” Edmond-san screamed at the treeline. “What’s the point of hunting them?”
”Shut up! It’s about pride!” a coarse female voice shouted back. “We can’t let you crawl back to Schweilitz alive!”
(Could it be that Gorilla Woman?)
”To hell with your pride!”
I could hear the faint rhythmic thumping of hooves over the snow. Clop-clop, clop-clop.
”Eleven riders! Incoming!”
”Spears out! If they get close, let ’em have it!” Bours-san commanded. “Larry! Pull left!”
I yanked the reins left, only for him to scream “Right!” seconds later.
They were trying to flank us.
Bours-san grabbed his bow, bracing for the engagement.
The mercenary cavalry pulled alongside us, but they didn’t overtake—they were waiting for something.
We stayed in that tense deadlock for two kilometers until Owens Village finally appeared.
If we could just reach the gates, the infantry there would protect us.
We’d win. But it wasn’t that easy.
The road was flanked by flat fields with farm paths running parallel to us.
The mercenaries used the clear paths to surge ahead.
”Bours-san! The axle!” I yelled.
The military carriage was tough, but I was pushing it past its limit. A sickening mechanical groan screeeech started coming from beneath us. Five hundred meters to the gate. I gripped the reins and prayed.
”Pull right!”
The groan turned into a metal-on-metal screech. Skreeeee!
”Should I stop?” I shouted.
Stopping meant getting off and fighting professional killers. We’d be slaughtered. Bours-san didn’t answer; he just stared down the enemy. The screeching grew louder.
Four hundred meters.
The village infantry had spotted us and were sprinting our way. But the mercenaries on the farm paths saw them too and veered off to intercept.
”Hang on to something!” Bours-san yelled. He’d decided to ride this carriage into the ground to get us closer to the village.
”Left!” Edmond-san cried.
”Ignore it! Keep going!”
Bours-san loosed an arrow. It caught the lead rider square in the head, sending him tumbling. The rear wheel of the carriage lurched as we ran right over him. Thump-crunch! The bounce was the final straw. The groan of the axle turned into a high-pitched scream of failing metal.
Three hundred meters.
Up ahead, the infantry and mercenaries clashed. I whipped the horses, desperate to keep us moving even if the wheels fell off.
Two hundred meters.
The infantry took down one of the riders. As expected of the Royal Army. They were swarming the last few mercenaries. But the carriage was done. It bucked violently, shaking us in every direction.
Then, one of the wheels detached and went spinning off. The world tilted, the ground rushed up to meet me, and I was launched into the air as the carriage somersaulted into the snow.
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Summary:
Larry is conscripted by the Witch of the Black Forest to pilot a Golem due to Lieutenant Louise’s injury.
He successfully synchronizes with the machine and holds back an enemy cavalry unit at the west gate.
The chapter ends with Larry returning to base and receiving a shocking romantic confession from Louise via a messenger.
The battle ends with a victory for the 303rd Unit thanks to reinforcements, but political friction arises between Major Hexa and a noble Colonel.
The Militia is sent away to Owens Village with the wounded.
On the way, they are ambushed by mercenaries seeking to reclaim their pride.
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Trivia:
- Larry is actually a ‘Parasite Host’, which allows him to absorb memories or skills from others (like the Witch).
- Golems have very specific tactical limitations: short duration and vulnerability to fire.
- The ‘Witch’ and ‘Major Sonya Kittinoa’ are the same person.
- Marx and Neil’s bodies were being used to store flour, which Larry utilized for a weapon.
- Larry is disqualified from rewards because only official Mages can pilot Golems.
- The ‘Witch of the Black Forest’ is a top-two Golem user in the kingdom.
- Marx and Neil’s deaths were covered up as illness to save their reputations.
- The enemy mercenary leader is likely the ‘Gorilla Woman’ from earlier encounters
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Character Insight:
Larry shows extreme tactical adaptability and a high mana capacity, surpassing expectations for a militia member. Louise’s sudden confession suggests a deeper bond formed during their previous interactions off-screen or through the memory link.
Larry struggles with his growing list of ‘marriage candidates’ while Louise displays absolute, terrifying loyalty to the Major’s decision regarding their union.
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The author uses ‘Dust Explosion’ as a common Isekai trope where modern chemistry is applied to fantasy combat.
The author uses the ‘axle failure’ as a physical metaphor for the breaking point of the Militia’s luck.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Rudy – Black-haired 14-year-old militia member from Heberlich Village, formerly of Garao Village, who fled with the protagonist; grandson of a hunter, he possesses deep knowledge of forest creatures. Bunkmate and self-proclaimed brother-in-arms to Larry, he mocks Larry’s condition yet visits him daily. Elitist toward Strock Village, struggles with armor upkeep and horse handling, excels at math, and battles severe war anxiety.
• Larry – 14-year-old third son of the Strock headman, with reddish-white skin, bronze eyes, and curly bronze hair, hosts a Parasite Host containing the memories of a 40-year-old Sage candidate and former manager; militia member of Unit 303, demonstrates exceptional mana compatibility for Golem synchronization, secretly wields fire magic, treats injuries as medic and house-sitter, battles PTSD and mana-induced inflammation, admires his sister-in-law, trains to become Village Head, knows the Legend of the Sky Heroes, and carries the weight of a killing he committed.
• Witch of the Black Forest – Hexa Death Schwarzwalds, the runt‑like commander of the Golem Battalion, is first labeled ‘runt’ by Larry. Known as Hexa Death Schwarzwalds, he appears at the chapter’s end, leading golems and gaining wary respect from his troops while Larry watches with cautious curiosity.
• Hexa des Schwarzwalds – Hexa des Schwarzwalds, also known as Hexa, is the Witch of the Black Forest—a powerful mage and healer with high authority, wielding strong magic and leading the Golem Battalion. She is sadistic in her golem use and has a past connection to Larry.
• Hexa – Hexa des Schwarzwalds, also known as Hexa, is the Witch of the Black Forest—a powerful mage and healer with high authority, wielding strong magic and leading the Golem Battalion. She is sadistic in her golem use and has a past connection to Larry.
• Sonya – A petite, flat‑chested elf orphan who serves as Major and Commander of the Golem Battalion, known as the Witch of the Black Forest, and wields telepathic powers.
• Louise – Tall, voluptuous Second Lieutenant of the Schuberitz army, formerly a Corporal in forced memories, serves under Major Sonya as vice‑commander of the Golem Battalion. She is obsessed with Larry for procreation; after an arrow wound she was replaced by him.
• Marianne – A medical Mage summoned to treat Larry’s wounds.
• Maria – The three-month-old second daughter of Ifens and Therese.
• 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.
• Marx – Fifty‑something laundry owner from Obernbach, a Laland refugee, militia member serving in the Obernbach second unit. He is Larry’s squad mate, the squad’s eldest, often sparks conversation, and now battles a painful leg injury after being nearly attacked by a regular infantry soldier.
• Neil – Silver‑haired militia member from Great Norden Island, blue‑eyed and of Second Sage lineage, dies from poisoning.
• Eben – Second Lieutenant and Engineering Squad leader. Has gray eyes and a small build.
• Suu – Secretary for the Royal Capital Beast-person Mutual Aid Association and a cat beast-person. Sample No. 19 in Kento’s report. She steps up as the first witness for the defense.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• Yutia – A hunched, muscularly abnormal servant girl with a severe speech impediment and lingering fever scars, once Teressa’s maid, now feels emotional distance as Larry’s status rises. Yet she remains dexterous, quietly serving Larry’s household with loyalty despite isolation. A village girl who gives Larry a braided hair charm for battle, she eats at the manor and is intimidated by Hans.
• Nico – Silver‑haired, stern yet protective lady’s maid, once head servant under a faded‑livery mentor, now lives with Larry’s family as a sister‑in‑law figure. She scolds Larry bluntly but quietly supports neighbors, avoids chores by cleaning gear, was a childhood acquaintance of high social grace, once met Camilla, was called “the hole” in gambling, and after recent events carries a subdued air while playing violin gallantly on stage. She, a village girl close to Larry, recently completed a coming‑of‑age ceremony (she/her)
• Bours – Tall, scarred, in a faded Royal Army uniform, captain‑turned militia instructor — stern, cold, tactical, iron‑fisted, broken moral compass. Married to Sheeta‑san, father of a son conscripted on the Imperial border, veteran of the Western Front, Elders’ Council member, commander of cavalry and infantry during the Kiridal attack. As militia leader and expert marksman, he mercilessly saves Larry and Rudy from ambush.
• Edmond – Second son of a farm, tall and lanky with wiry frame, 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. An experienced scout with grim insights into enemy movements, he recently rescued wounded near a broken carriage, delivers updates on military law and orders, and still burns with restless ambition—his discipline untempered, his drive fiercer than ever.
• 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.
• Gorilla Woman – A mercenary belonging to the Weasels of Bohemia. Large build, aggressive, and possesses knowledge of the value of mages.
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