Volume 1 Chapter 35 The Daughters
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I’d intended to perform a Kumite Sparring session to measure the girl’s mana, but Marie, the Village Head’s granddaughter, had screamed “Noooo!” at the top of her lungs.
She’d branded me a lecher and bolted before I could even explain myself.
(I didn’t even do anything, and now they think I’m some kind of predator…) My grim premonition hit the mark almost instantly.
Several men carrying spears came charging down the stairs into the cellar.
”You! What’d ya do to my girl?!” a man barked, his face a mask of pure rage as he leveled a spear at my chest.
His intensity was so overwhelming that even the guard on duty took a reflexive step back.
The two men behind the shouting father looked just as dangerous, their eyes fixed on me with lethal intent.
There was no way they’d listen if I told them I’d only tried to hold her hand to measure her mana capacity.
”Hey now, what’re ya all hollerin’ about?!” Rudy suddenly bellowed, his voice taking on the thick, gravelly local drawl.
The man’s focus wavered, shifting away from me for a split second.
”Explain what Larry did so we can actually understand! He didn’t do nothin’ but touch her hand!”
”I only touched her hand,” I added, trying to sound as level-headed as possible.
Rudy’s speech pattern had slipped back to his usual style, but the man seemed to have cooled off just a fraction.
He muttered something about his daughter claiming she’d been subjected to something “vile.”
”I’m a Mage. If my opponent has mana, I can read their heart.” To prove my innocence, I had to lean into the Mage narrative.
”What kind of horse-piss is that?” the man spat.
”What is your daughter’s name?”
”Marie.”
So, this man was the Village Head’s son.
Since things had escalated this far, my only card left was to lay out exactly what I’d seen in her mind.
”She had plans tonight and didn’t want to be here,” I said. “She put on a performance so she’d be allowed to leave. That’s the gist of it. The girl before her was clearly miserable too, which probably gave Marie the idea.”
The man seemed to follow my words better than I’d expected.
I caught a glimpse of Marie’s actual motivation-she’d wanted to bully the outsider for a bit of fun-but I kept that particular detail to myself.
”You think I’m gonna fall for those tall tales? What ‘plans’ could she possibly have?!”
”Do you really want me to say it?” I asked.
”Spit it out!”
”A secret tryst.”
”Don’t you dare spout that filth!” He was visibly shaken now.
Despite his denial, I could see it clearly: her thoughts had been almost entirely consumed by the memory of a sexual encounter with a man.
For a fleeting second, I’d even seen the scene itself.
”They’ve met many times,” I pressed.
”You’re full of it…” he growled, though the seeds of doubt had clearly taken root.
Her feelings of anticipation when I read her heart earlier made it obvious this wasn’t her first rendezvous.
The conversation was successfully shifting from my alleged misconduct to Marie’s suspicious behavior.
I had to keep the pressure on.
For him, this was a moment of anger; for me, it was a matter of life and death.
”If you think I’m lying, let me touch the tips of Marie’s fingers once more. I’ll be able to tell you the name of the man she’s seeing.”
”Then… did you read Darina’s heart too?”
”I did. She was just embarrassed to be touching a man’s hand. She only turned thirteen last month, and she felt it was a bit too soon for that kind of contact.”
The man went silent, thinking it over for a long moment before barking an order at a younger man to go fetch the two girls.
”Listen here… if you’re lying, I’ll kill you myself.”
A heavy silence filled the cellar.
(If Marie comes down here and sticks to her lie, I’m a dead man.)
The anxiety gnawed at me, but I had no other options. Eventually, the Village Head himself descended the stairs.
”Pop,” the man acknowledged.
As I’d suspected, he was the Village Head’s son.
”What’s all this ruckus?” the Village Head asked.
The son began to summarize the situation, though he pointedly omitted my claim about his daughter’s secret lover.
When I caught his eye, he looked away with a guilty, awkward expression.
Soon after, the young messenger returned with Marie and Darina in tow.
With this many people crammed into the cellar, the inside of my jail cell actually felt more spacious by comparison.
”Darina, girl… tell me, when exactly did ya turn thirteen?”
”Last month…” she whispered.
The father’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
Just to be certain, he asked if she’d mentioned that to me previously.
Darina simply shook her head.
”Marie! You tell me exactly what this guy did to ya!”
”I don’t want to! Let’s just drop it already! Grandpa, please!” Marie pleaded, turning to the Village Head instead of her father.
She was sharp-she knew where the real power in the room sat.
”I didn’t do anything,” I said, looking directly at her.
She shot back a look of pure, unadulterated loathing.
”When I touch someone with mana, I can read their heart. Shall I tell them exactly where you were planning to go tonight?”
The father panicked, but the daughter just glared at me with a face like a demon.
”That’s enough of that!” the father barked, trying to shut me down.
”Larry,” the Village Head interrupted. “Does Marie have the gift?”
”Yes, she has some aptitude.”
I told him only what I was sure of.
”I see. And Darina?”
”She likely has more mana than I do. I suspect she’s suited for medical magic.”
”More than you? The one who drove off Isabella?”
”Probably. Though I can’t be certain without a proper Sparring session.”
The room erupted into a frenzy at my words.
”Darina! You do this ‘Sparring’ with him right this second!”
Darina had been trying to shrink behind Marie, but under the Village Head’s stern command, she stepped forward.
She looked miserable, but the weight of the room forced her to take my hand.
I’d expected her palms to be calloused from laundry work, but they were surprisingly soft.
”It might tingle at first, but try to bear with it, okay?” She gave a small, timid “Yes.” Since her mana pool felt deep, I started by gently drawing a bit from her right hand rather than flooding her.
”Ah…!” A small, soft cry escaped her lips.
The men in the room shifted uncomfortably; the sound had been unintentionally erotic.
As I’d predicted, a massive surge of mana came rushing into me.
”Are you alright?”
”Yes…”
Next, I began to cycle my own mana into her left hand.
Perhaps she’d grown accustomed to the sensation, as she didn’t make another sound this time.
There were a few blockages in her circuits, but she was capable of circulating a staggering volume of mana.
Then, I felt something strange-a distinct, slippery sensation in my right palm.
A pale vapor began to coil upward from our joined hands, shimmering before dissolving into the air.
I recognized this. It matched the memories of the Parasite Host-the sensation of receiving a ‘Heal’ from Granny Ferris.
This girl was a Complex-type.
Furthermore, the mana flowing from her right hand was something I’d never experienced with Granny or my sister-in-law.
It was smaller in volume than the standard mana, but it was fundamentally different.
”We’re done.” I let go, watching as the white mana clinging to my palm sublimated into smoke.
”Well?” the Village Head asked.
”I don’t have a lot of experience, so this is just a theory, but I believe this girl will be able to master Complex-type magic.”
”What’s that mean in plain speech?”
”It means there’s a high chance she can become a medical mage.”
The men began cheering and shouting at the news, while Darina herself just stood there, looking completely dazed.
”Should we take her to the clinic in the city?”
”Nah, the Elf Bohumila would be a better bet,” one of the men suggested.
As the men gossiped, one person remained visibly fuming: Marie.
”Fine! Check mine too then!” she snapped, stomping over.
”I’d rather not. I don’t want to be accused of doing ‘vile things’ to you again,” I said.
”I won’t say that!”
”Can you promise me you won’t lie anymore?”
”I won’t lie! Just do it!”
Her father, caught between the excitement over Darina and the shame of his daughter’s behavior, looked like he wanted to disappear.
I figured my life was finally out of the woods.
”Put your hands out.”
”Can you… can you really read my mind?” she asked, her bravado flickering with a hint of wariness.
”Exactly as I said.”
She hesitated, her eyes darting around.
”What about Darina? Did you read her?”
”She’s a pure soul,” I lied slightly. “She was mostly just worried about how people were looking at her.”
I decided to keep the fact that she’d developed a small crush on me to myself.
”That’s it?” Marie snorted and shoved her hands forward.
”It’ll prickle at first. Don’t freak out.”
I wanted a bit of payback for her trying to get me killed, so I decided to make it a little intense.
”Just hurry up!”
I gripped her hands.
They were rougher than Darina’s; clearly, Marie did more of the heavy lifting around here.
”First, I’ll send mana from my left hand into you, then I’ll draw your mana back into my right. Try to feel the flow and move it yourself if you can. Understand?”
She gave a small nod.
Through our contact, I could feel her heart racing-she was much more nervous than she let on.
(I guess she has a cute side after all.) The men, previously distracted by Darina, were now watching us with bated breath.
I pushed my mana in. She winced at the stinging sensation.
Then, as I began to draw from her right hand, her own mana started to sluggishly move through her body.
”Ah…!” A sensual moan escaped her, mirroring Darina’s earlier reaction.
Her father’s face turned a bright, panicked red. I wasn’t done yet.
”Nn… ah!”
As I ramped up the flow, I forced the mana through a major blockage in her circuits.
Like my own body had been, she was full of stagnant pools; clearing them out would likely reveal a decent amount of power.
(Marie, can you hear me?)
I projected via Telepathy.
Her eyes nearly popped out of her head as she looked around wildly.
(If you hear me, don’t use your mouth. Just think your reply.)
(What… what is this?!)
(Telepathy. Stop looking around. If you keep staring at me like that, your boyfriend behind us is going to get jealous.)
As I’d scanned her, I’d realized the “night-visit” partner was the very same young man who had gone to fetch her.
(Shut up! Don’t you dare say a word!) she begged in my mind.
(Shut up, huh? I don’t know, I’ll have to think about it…)
I teased, increasing the mana pressure.
”Ahn…!” Marie cried out in the real world.
Her father looked like he was about to have a heart attack.
(Wait, stop it! You idiot…!)
ince she was still being mouthy, I pushed a bit harder.
(Please! I give up! Have mercy!) I’d had my fill of petty revenge for the day.
I cut the flow from my side.
”Alright, that’s enough of that. Now try to move it yourself.” Urged on, Marie began to actively push her mana into my right hand. But then…
”More…”
”More…?”
”Yes, more!” She was actually giving it her all.
Her capacity was significantly higher than my sister-in-law’s, though she was nowhere near my level.
She was panting by the time I finally let go.
”No, let’s call it a day.”
”Hey,” Marie whispered, leaning in close. “Keep that stuff from earlier a secret, okay?”
”What ‘stuff’ would that be?”
”Me seein’ Iva.”
Iva? That sounded like a girl’s name.
”He’s got a fiancée, doesn’t he?” I asked.
”Yeah, so?”
”So you’re a homewrecker?”
”Look, a girl’s first time ought to be with the man she loves! That’s just common sense!”
Apparently, he’s engaged to a girl from a nearby village and they’re set to be hitched early in the new year.
It seems the young man didn’t have the heart to do anything truly wicked on his own; it felt more like Marie was the one who lured him in.
”Usually, about half the girls in this village are just like that,” Marie said.
That “half” was likely just Marie’s own wishful thinking, but she seemed to know of several examples where girls would sleep with the man they liked regardless of whether they were married or single.
”Darina isn’t like that, is she?” I asked.
”Oh, you… you got a taste for girls like Darina, do ya?” Marie replied.
I could see the gleeful triumph in her eyes and her heart.
The moment she found a point to nitpick, she went right on the offensive.
She really did have a sadistic streak, just like the Major.
(When she gets like this…)
”Aaaaah!”
I forcibly flooded her with a massive amount of Mana¹.
(You… you gotta stop…) she pleaded via Telepathy², but I knew I couldn’t show her a soft face.
However, I overdid it.
I pushed so much Mana into her that Marie slumped down, overwhelmed by a strange, surging pleasure, and her hand slipped from mine.
”Well, how was it?” the Village Chief asked.
”Marie has a knack for simple magic,” I replied. “She’s a Level 2 at least. If she were in Schweilitz, she could get into a magic academy.”
Since she could use Telepathy, she was definitely Level 2, and the amount of Mana she could handle was significantly higher than my Sister-in-law’s.
The onlookers started getting noisy again at that, but the woman of the hour, Marie, just sat there wearing a heavy pout.
She was likely feeling inadequate compared to Darina, but it was probably for the best not to get too involved with a woman like her.
I stepped away from the iron bars and leaned my back against the stone wall.
”Hey, why are these folks so damn happy?” Rudy asked.
I told him that, based on what I’d heard, being able to use Mana meant you could land a job with the local Lord.
Rudy didn’t seem convinced.
”That can’t be the only reason,” he grumbled.
”Maybe there’s more to it,” I said.
”Feuds with other villages and whatnot. Like how Heberrich Village is supposedly more developed than Strock Village.”
Rudy, who was from Heberrich, started bragging about how his home had three subordinate villages and was higher in status than my home, Strock Village.
”Are you an idiot?” I snapped. “The Rock Salt Road runs right through my place. We’ve got an inn and a blacksmith!”
”So what? My place is a collection hub for produce from three whole villages. It’s a big deal!”
Trading barbs like that made me feel a bit nostalgic.
Even though it had only been ten days since I left the village, it felt like I’d been away for a lifetime.
”Hey, you think word about us has made it back to the village yet?” Rudy asked.
”It’s been four days since we got separated from the group,” I replied. “They should be gettin’ there right about now.”
”I wonder what they’re sayin’ about us.”
”You don’t think they’d call it… desertion?”
”Nah. We were in the middle of a retreat. It’s not like there was an order to attack.”
While we were talking idly, the Village Chief called out to me.
”Starting tonight, I’m gonna treat you as a guest, so c’mon out,” the Chief said.
”Just me?” I asked.
”That other one ain’t got no talent,” the Chief replied.
Apparently, they’d recognized my utility.
Or maybe they just wanted to keep Rudy as a hostage.
At that moment, for some reason, I felt like we weren’t going to be killed after all.
I didn’t have any proof, but the feeling was there.
”Sorry, man,” I said to Rudy as I left the cell.
”You really gonna sell me out?!” Rudy yelled.
”Look, I feel bad for you, Rudy, I really do. But they’re offerin’ to treat me like a guest, and my Grandpa always said you shouldn’t spit on someone’s kindness.”
”Aren’t we brothers-in-arms?!”
He made a fuss behind me, but it couldn’t be helped. I was the one they chose.
”You don’t need to stand guard no more,” the Chief told the sentry. “This one can’t break out of the cell by hisself.”
The guard pulled back as well.
It was true that if no one was looking, I could probably melt those iron bars and escape on my own.
”Hey! Am I all alone here?!” Rudy shouted.
”Don’t worry. I’ll come visit you if I get the chance,” I called back.
”Shut up, you piece of shit!”
Leaving Rudy behind, I climbed the stairs and stepped out of the building.
It was snowing. No wonder it felt so damn cold.
I was led into the Village Chief’s main house.
”Here’s the boy. Well then, I’ll leave him in your care,” the Chief said.
A plump, small woman met us. She was the Chief’s First Wife.
Since they called her the “First Wife,” I wondered if the old man had concubines as well.
We went in through the back door, and the layout of the first floor was remarkably similar to my house in Strock Village.
Immediately inside were the stairs.
To the right was a large table and a fireplace; to the left was the kitchen, utility room, and the main entrance.
Several women who looked like maidservants were working, but they stopped to bow when we entered.
Once that was done, Darina ran off to join them.
”Rest in your room for now. I’ll have someone bring you a change of clothes,” the Chief said.
I followed the First Wife up the stairs.
There was no landing; just a hallway branching off.
The master bedroom was to the right, and several rooms were to the left.
The first door was the guest room-a cramped, simple space with just a bed and a nightstand.
The toilet was at the far end of the hall.
”Wait here for a bit. I’ll bring some clothes,” the First Wife said.
The wooden window was shut tight, but there was a Magic lamp on the nightstand.
When I turned it on, the room filled with a soft glow, making the closed-off space feel manageable.
I sat on the bed.
The straw was fresh and smelled sweet, and the sheets and blankets were clean.
I felt a little bad for Rudy, who was currently shivering under a dirty blanket, but I was genuinely happy to have a decent bed after so long.
After a while, the First Wife returned with Darina in tow.
”I brought some clothes that look like they’ll fit ya,” she said.
She had Darina spread the clothes out on the bed.
The two of them made me stand up, checking the sizes against my shoulders and narrowing down the options.
As they worked, two brats peeked through the open door.
”Oh, the Children are here too?” I asked.
”Well, the Chief’s a randy one,” the First Wife said bluntly. “He’s still makin’ babies younger than his own grandkids.”
The old man looked even older than Bours-san, but apparently, he still had plenty of fire in his belly.
”Hey, big brother, where’d ya come from?” one of the kids asked.
”Far away,” I replied.
”How far? Farther than Opcheri?”
The kid was surprisingly friendly.
”Hush now! We’re busy here. Get on out!” the First Wife snapped.
She shooed them away, and they ran off shouting and carrying on like Children do.
”Alright, this should do ya. Darina, you take his old clothes and get ’em washed,” the First Wife said.
She left the room, leaving Darina behind to start folding the extra clothes.
”Um… once you’ve changed… I’ll wash those for ya,” Darina said.
”Oh… sure.”
I was surprised.
She’d acted like she didn’t want to touch me earlier, but she was fine being in the room while I stripped? As I was pulling off my underwear, those brats from before came back.
”Hey, Big Sis Darina! Are y’all gonna make a baby now?”
It was freezing, so I was trying to strip down fast, but that comment made me freeze.
I turned around and saw Darina standing there, stiff as a board.
”You… you told me to change… right?” I asked.
”Eh… ah… yeah. Just hurry up and do it,” she stammered.
Had I misread things? Darina turned her back to me and seemed to shrink into herself.
”C’mon, big brother! Attack her! Big Sis looks like she’s just waitin’ for ya to jump her!” the kid yelled.
”You brats! Stop talkin’ trash!” I barked.
”Ooh, big brother’s blushin’!”
They laughed and jeered.
God, where do kids learn this stuff? It’s the same everywhere.
”I’m finished changing,” I told Darina.
She looked back tentatively.
”Wait… not just your undershirt? You took off your trousers too…?”
”Uh, yeah.”
Apparently, she’d only intended for me to change my top.
”Booo, no fun!” “You got no spine, mister. If you were a real man, you’d have jumped her right there!”
I swear, who is raising these kids?
Once I was dressed, Darina gathered up my old clothes.
”Is Darina-san a member of this house…?” I asked.
”I’m just here for my bridal trainin’,” she explained.
It turned out she wasn’t a servant, but the daughter of a tenant farmer.
Girls around twelve to fourteen would spend two years at the Chief’s house learning housework and etiquette before he introduced them to a potential husband.
Apparently, it was common practice in these parts.
That night, I had dinner with the Chief’s family.
He had his First Wife and three concubines; the brats who’d been spying on me were the Children of the youngest one.
”Larry, I want you to check the Mana of the other kids too,” the Chief said.
”I don’t mind, but why the sudden interest?” I asked.
The Chief’s answer was exactly what I expected.
Kids who could handle Mana could go work for the Lord.
Having someone in the Lord’s house meant the village could get a little extra “consideration” during tough times.
Out of the eight villages under the Lord of Opcheri, only Barcheni Village hadn’t sent anyone to work there.
They’d been eating dirt because of it for years.
”Finally, we can be like everyone else,” the Chief said.
He was in a great mood after learning Marie and Darina could handle Mana, and he even served meat for dinner.
Information on the war with Schweilitz was scarce, other than the fact that peace talks seemed likely.
Because of that, the Refugees swarming Opcheri were starting to head back home.
That night, I got to drink some ale and finally lay down in a proper bed.
I felt bad for Rudy, but I was genuinely happy to be sleeping in a comfortable room.
I turned off the Magic lamp and closed my eyes, hoping for some long-overdue rest.
But maybe because I’d been living in such an abnormal environment, I couldn’t fall into a deep sleep.
In the middle of a light doze, I heard the door click open softly.
Someone was coming in.
I was wide awake instantly, though I didn’t have a weapon.
I held my breath, tracking the intruder by the sound of their footsteps in the dark.
(What’s the play here…?)
The footsteps stopped right beside the bed.
(Are they here to kill me?)
I slipped my hand out from under the blanket and conjured a small Fireball.
The flickering light revealed Marie’s face.
”What are you doing?” I hissed.
”A Night-visit³, obviously,” she whispered.
As soon as she said it, she slid into the bed.
Her face was so close I could feel her breath, and the scent of her-unmistakably a woman’s scent-started to cloud my judgment.
(No, no, no… sleeping with this woman is a one-way ticket to a miserable future.)
But despite my brain’s warnings, my body was already celebrating the long-overdue “event.” It seemed my lower half had decided to live its own life tonight.
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Summary:
Larry narrowly avoids a lynching by revealing he can read hearts as a Mage.
He exposes Marie’s lie about being harassed and identifies Darina as a rare magical talent.
He then uses telepathy to blackmail Marie into behaving while testing her mana.
After that, Larry is separated from Rudy when the Village Chief decides to treat him as a guest due to his mana abilities.
He moves into the Chief’s house, meets the family, and discovers the village’s political struggle to gain favor with their Lord.
The chapter ends with Marie sneaking into his room for a night-visit.
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Trivia:
- Darina turned 13 last month, which is significant for her mana development.
- Larry has memories from a ‘Parasite Host’ that help him identify magic types.
- The term ‘Complex-type’ is specifically linked to medical magic in this context.
- Marie’s lover, Iva, is actually already engaged to someone else.
- Elf Bohumila is mentioned as a superior medical authority to human clinics.
- Barcheni Village is the only one of eight villages not represented in the Lord’s service.
- Bridal training is a standard regional practice for tenant farmers’ daughters.
- The Chief’s house layout is suspiciously similar to Larry’s home in Strock.
- Mana levels are used as a socio-economic metric for employment
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Character Insight:
Larry demonstrates a sadistic streak when he uses his mana flow to force ‘sensual’ moans out of Marie as revenge for her framing him. Marie shows her ‘broken morals’ by justifying her affair with an engaged man as ‘common sense’ based on love.
Larry struggles with guilt over Rudy but prioritizes his own comfort. Marie is shown to be aggressive and opportunistic, using the ‘night-visit’ custom to secure her own position or interest.
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The use of ‘Kumite’ for mana testing suggests a martial approach to magic in this world’s culture.
The author uses the Nagoya dialect to emphasize the rural, ‘uncultured’ setting compared to the protagonist’s more standard speech.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Village Head – The elderly leader of Balsheni Village who previously sold furs in Obernbach. The elderly leader of the village and grandfather to Marie. The leader of the village who orchestrates Larry’s integration into the family.
• Marie – Granddaughter of the Village Head; age 15. The Village Head’s granddaughter who initiates a night-visit to Larry. The Village Head’s granddaughter. Feigned being harassed to cover up a secret relationship with a man named Iva.
• Rudy – Fourteen-year-old black-haired militia member from Heberlich Village, formerly of Garao, fled with the protagonist and now shares wood-hauling duty with Larry as his devoted companion and self-proclaimed brother-in-arms; grandson of a hunter, he possesses deep knowledge of forest creatures, excels at math, and battles severe war anxiety despite mocking Larry’s condition—visiting him daily. Capable of code-switching between heavy dialect and standard speech to negotiate with locals, he struggles with armor upkeep and horse handling, holds elitist views toward Strock Village, and maintains a sharp, protective bond with Larry amid captivity.
• Larry – 14‑year‑old third son of the Strock headman, reddish‑white skin, bronze eyes, curly bronze hair, hosts a Parasite Host with a 40‑yr‑old Sage’s memories. Militia member of Unit 303, simple‑type mage with fire magic, can read hearts/mana by touch, syncs golems, battles PTSD and mana inflammation, admires his sister‑in‑law, trains to be Village Head, knows the Sky Heroes legend, and bears the guilt of a killing.
• Darina – A 13-year-old village girl identified by Larry as a potential ‘Complex-type’ medical Mage. A village girl who collects spider silk; age 13.
• Isabella – Leader of the ‘Weasels of Bohemia’ mercenary group, originally from Opcheri. Known for her immense strength and a burn scar from Larry’s fireball. A towering, muscular mercenary of the Weasels of Bohemia, this aggressive woman dominates the village with her sheer presence and sharp insight into the value of mages.
• Ferris – Granny, an ageless elf who appears as a 30‑year‑old but is centuries old, runs the village pharmacy with deep magic and elf‑style healing. She claims to have known Larry’s grandfather, speaks bluntly, and is the elderly woman Martin hopes to marry.
• 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.
• 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.
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