Volume 2 Chapter 15 Rookie Welcome Party
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The Freshman Orientation was finally here.
Early that afternoon, thanks to Nico-san’s tireless efforts, my uniform was finally finished.
”Isn’t it a little… baggy?” I asked.
I was worried about the hem and the sleeves. They felt a bit too long, bunching up in a way that felt awkward.
”You’re just going to grow out of it anyway, so just deal with it,” Nico-san said.
My mind might belong to a middle-aged man, but this body is only fourteen.
I’d almost forgotten that I’m right at the start of a major growth spurt.
In his previous life, Larry had only ever worn his older brothers’ hand-me-downs.
Back in my own past life, I didn’t have any brothers, so I was always stuck in my cousins’ cramped, high-watered clothes. Compared to that, I guess this isn’t so bad.
”Does this hair ornament look cute on me?” Marie asked.
When Marie went to see Darina off, she’d bought a hair ornament while waiting for the carriage.
Now, she was wearing it and showing it off to me.
(Is she trying to be that one anime girl with the flowers in her hair?) I wondered.
It had so many flowers sewn into a belt-like shape that it looked more ridiculous than cute. I really wanted to roast her for it.
”Couldn’t you find something a bit more… understated?” Nico-san asked. “It doesn’t match the uniform at all.”
”Oh, hush! I bought one for you too, Nico-san, but if you’re gonna be a brat about it, maybe I won’t give it to you!” Marie snapped.
Apparently, Marie had actually picked up a gift for Nico-san as well.
Nico-san looked genuinely taken aback.
”Fine, just come over here,” Marie said.
Nico-san approached her tentatively.
Even though Nico-san had her hair cut short, Marie spent a long time agonizing over which angle would make the floral pin look the best on her.
(These two are supposed to be rivals, yet here they are, giving each other presents?) I thought.
There are a lot of things about the way women interact that I’ll just never understand.
I headed toward the domed auditorium where the orientation was being held, flanked by the two of them in their new hair ornaments.
The freshmen were gathering in the usual cafeteria next to the auditorium.
The attendants, bondservants, and slaves were told to go up to the venue ahead of us. I imagine they were being put to work on the preparations.
Nico-san headed up the stairs, looking quite happy as her hair ornament swayed with every step.
”Hey, is this freshman lineup based on our grades?” Marie asked.
Next to the orientation schedule posted in the cafeteria, there was a list showing the order the students were supposed to stand in.
Marie looked over the names and spoke up.
”I’m at the very end,” I noted.
”For real? Larry, you really aren’t all that much, are you?” Marie teased.
She was acting like I was a total loser.
As for her rank, she was somehow sitting at second place.
For the record, Manuela-the one with the long black hair-was ninth, and Sig, who’s always shooting his mouth off, was twenty-third.
”Oh, look! Gudrun, you’re third!” a girl said.
A flashy blonde girl shoved Marie aside to get a better look at the seating chart.
”My deepest apologies,” replied Gudrun.
The girl following her was also a long-haired blonde, but she seemed much more reserved. She apologized to the flashy girl for some reason.
”Who even is this ‘Marie Novakova’ person? What a weird name,” the flashy girl sneered.
”That would be me. You got a problem with it?” Marie barked.
Marie, who was already annoyed from being shoved, snapped back at the flashy girl from behind.
”Oh, that accent! It’s so funny,” the girl laughed. “And that hair ornament? Totally tacky.”
”What was that? You got some real stinking breath for someone so fancy!” Marie countered.
The two of them leaned in close, glaring each other down.
The other freshmen had been keeping their distance from us since the start, so I wondered if this girl was picking a fight on purpose.
”Marie, knock it off,” I said.
I grabbed Marie’s arm, turned her around, and stepped between them.
”Sorry about her,” I said to the flashy blonde.
I gave her a polite smile and tried to lead Marie away from the scene.
”You’re Larry-san, aren’t you?” the girl asked.
She knew who I was.
She asked with a smile, so I stopped in my tracks.
She had her long blonde hair pulled back tight to emphasize her small head. With her large eyes and sharp features, she looked high-maintenance, but her makeup was actually quite subtle. Her hair ornaments looked expensive and intricately made, giving her an overall air of elegance.
She was, objectively speaking, a very fine woman.
”I am Doris Mueller, from the Royal Capital. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” she said.
When she flashed a brilliant smile and her eyes sparkled, I found myself momentarily captivated.
She leaned in close, grabbed my arm, and before I could move, she pressed her soft lips against mine.
It happened in a flash. Her consciousness surged into me.
”You thieving cat!” Marie screamed.
Marie shoved the blonde beauty away immediately.
I don’t think Doris managed to peek into my mind, but I still had no idea why she’d suddenly kissed me.
In that brief moment of mental contact, I didn’t sense any extreme malice, but I definitely felt a nasty, calculating ulterior motive.
”It was just a little greeting,” Doris teased. “Besides, it’s not like you’re Larry-san’s wife or anything.”
She was baiting her.
(Please, just stop. I’m already stressed enough with Nico-san and Marie. Any more of this and I’m going to end up with a stomach ulcer,) I thought.
”You absolute moron! I’m gonna knock your lights out!” Marie yelled.
”What are you even saying? Speak a language I can actually understand. This is why I hate dealing with hicks,” Doris sighed.
Marie had basically threatened to beat her senseless, but violence is never the answer.
Luckily, this city girl didn’t seem to realize what Marie had actually said.
I grabbed Marie’s arm again, trying to drag her away before things got any worse.
”Larry, let go of me! I’ve had enough of this girl!” Marie shouted.
She really is the niece of Isabella, the leader of the Weasels of Bohemia. Her competitive streak is a mile wide.
”You really have it rough, don’t you? Being lusted after by a mangy stray dog… how tragic,” Doris said.
She was talking to me, but she made sure Marie heard every word.
This girl really has a nasty streak. And I mean that in the worst way possible.
Suddenly, another girl dived into the conversation and hugged me.
”Umm, my name is…” she started.
She wasn’t wearing a uniform. Instead, she was in a highly revealing dress with her hair styled up and covered in decorations.
Because of her bizarre appearance, both I and the two girls who were just fighting were left completely dumbfounded.
”Oh my! My name isn’t on here,” she said.
She was looking at the posted roster.
She was about the same height as Marie, but her hairstyle looked like something straight out of a high-end hostess club.
Her makeup was also incredibly heavy.
”Wait, why isn’t it there? That’s so weird!” she cried.
She was still clinging to me as she craned her neck. Maybe she was near-sighted, because she put her face right up against the list.
”Oh! Am I really that far down? It must be because I signed up late!” she realized.
”Who the hell are you?” Doris asked sharply.
”Me? I’m Romy von Odonkor! Let’s see… the name after mine is Larry Fee Getys? Wow, you’re quite the slowpoke, aren’t you?” Romy said.
She didn’t even look at Doris while she talked. Did she really just call me a slowpoke?
”A ‘von’? Are you saying you’re a noble?” Doris pressed.
”Hmm, I don’t really know. Grandpa is a Baron, and Papa is a vassal,” Romy replied.
”Wait, then you aren’t a noble at all! So why are you using ‘von’?” Doris demanded.
She was practically interrogating the girl now.
”Because ‘von’ sounds cool, doesn’t it? When I asked Grandpa, he said I could use it if I wanted,” Romy explained.
”Your grandpa said it was okay?! ‘Von’ is a title! It’s not something you can just use because you think it sounds cool! Are you actually crazy?” Doris yelled.
”Is it really that bad? But I really wanted to use it, so I had Grandpa adopt me. Now I’m technically siblings with my Papa! Isn’t that wild?” Romy giggled.
After she finished her explanation, she looked at Doris while still clinging to me.
In Larry’s memory, even the children of nobles weren’t always allowed to use “von.”
I recalled that it was usually reserved for the heir or children of similar status.
”Hmph. I guess some regions are more lax about it, but I still don’t like it,” Doris huffed.
(So Doris is just going to accept that?) I wondered.
”Hey, listen! This list is based on our entrance exam scores, not when we signed up!” Marie shouted.
”Exactly! This is the merit order. You’re second to last. Get it?” Doris added.
Marie and Doris were actually teaming up to snap at this hostess-wannabe.
”Eeeh?! No way! I’m second from the bottom?! That can’t be right! That’s just not fair!” Romy wailed.
This strange girl had been using me as a support beam to read the chart, but now she was full-on hugging my arm.
And, as I realized with a start, she definitely wasn’t wearing a bra under that dress.
She was pressing a chest that was significantly more ample than Marie’s right against my bicep.
”Hey! How long are you planning on clinging to Larry?!” Marie screamed.
Marie forcibly yanked the girl’s chest away from my arm.
”Wait, why aren’t you wearing a uniform anyway?” Doris asked.
”It only just arrived today! They told me to just wear formal clothes for the ceremony if I didn’t have it yet. It looks good, doesn’t it?” Romy asked.
”Even so, a tube-top mermaid dress? Did you come here to study or to hunt for a husband?” Doris sneered.
If she were in the north side of Machida dressed like that, she’d definitely be a hostess.
I found myself agreeing with Doris for once.
”That’s not true! I’m going to graduate at the top of this class and get a recommendation to the Academy!” Romy declared.
”You? Entering at the bottom and aiming for the top? Don’t make me laugh,” Doris mocked.
”I’ve always been told I’m a ‘girl who can do it if she tries,’ so it’ll be fine! I’m definitely taking that top spot!” Romy insisted.
(Poor girl. ‘You can do it if you try’ is just what people say to kids who are actually a disappointment,) I thought.
Regardless, this was the first I’d heard about the top student getting a recommendation to the Magic Academy.
”Oh! And besides, I’m not actually last! There’s still one more person behind me!” Romy pointed out.
”Larry, at the very bottom, is a Special Recommendation¹ student. He didn’t even take the exam!” Marie explained.
”If he didn’t take the exam, he got a zero! That means I’m still ranked higher! Right~?” Romy chirped.
As she said that, she took advantage of Marie’s distraction to press her chest against my arm again.
Well, she hugged my arm, at least.
Our skin touched for a second, but I couldn’t feel any consciousness from her. Her Mana Quantity² must be incredibly low.
She doesn’t have that “Mage” feel to her at all, unlike my sister-in-law Teressa.
Setting aside how her chest felt, I got the distinct impression that I should stay as far away from this girl as possible.
”Alright, freshmen! Everyone line up in the order on the board!” the dorm mother called out.
She entered the cafeteria while clapping her hands.
”Gudrun, let’s go,” Doris said.
She took the other quiet blonde girl by the hand and walked toward the dorm mother.
”Hey! Get off him!” Marie yelled.
She pulled the hostess-wannabe off my arm again, then followed after Doris.
Marie was ranked second, huh? Even though there was a written test on top of the mana exam, maybe she’s actually a genius. I really didn’t want to believe it.
”Well then, since you’re at the very bottom, you’re behind me!” Romy said.
(Is it just me, or does being told that by this fake hostess make me irrationally angry?) I wondered.
I’d heard there were about thirty new students, but when I counted, there were only twenty-five.
When music started playing from the floor above, the dorm head took the lead and began climbing the stairs.
The auditorium on the second floor was dome-shaped and not particularly large, but it was built with a stage on the eastern side.
The interior was brightly lit by countless Magic Lamps³.
(Wait… what?)
There were about a dozen people sitting on the stage who appeared to be guests.
Among them were two giant women wearing pitch-black military uniforms with gold accents.
They looked incredibly sharp, and they stood a full head taller than everyone else around them.
It was Lieutenant Louise and Isabella.
Lieutenant Louise was the Vice Commander of the 101st Golem Battalion⁴.
It wasn’t exactly out of place for her to attend a Magic School function given her ties to the arcane… but why on earth was Isabella here?
The former leader of the “Weasels of Bohemia” mercenaries was the last person I expected to see in a place like this.
I’d overheard at the guardhouse that she’d joined the Royal Army under some incredibly generous terms and had been climbing the ranks ever since.
I couldn’t quite make out her rank from this distance, but her insignia looked suspiciously similar to the one worn by Lieutenant Louise standing right beside her.
Regardless of their titles, the sheer presence of those two dominated the room.
At least, it did for me.
The freshmen were ushered into a single file line below the stage and halted dead center.
”New students, please face the audience, away from the stage,” Principal Annerose commanded, her voice projecting effortlessly through the hall.
The room was packed.
Three rows of students stood at attention, flanked by rows of seated parents and people who looked like Research Students.
Attendants lined the walls, and way off at the edge, I spotted Nico wearing the hair ornament Marie had given her.
”Before us today are the twenty-five members of this year’s incoming class—those who conquered our grueling entrance exams and, ah… those admitted via Special Recommendation.”
The Principal added that last bit with a distinctly apologetic tone.
She began to clap, prompting a smattering of polite, unenthusiastic applause from the room.
The parents, however, quickly picked up the slack, clapping with desperate fervor.
”Now, we shall formally begin the 102nd National Bizan Magic School Rookie Welcome Party.”
Upon the Principal’s declaration, the ensemble waiting behind the guests struck up a tune.
It was a small group—just three violin-like strings, a marimba, and a flute—but the dome’s acoustics carried the sound until it filled every corner of the space.
”I am Annerose von Bülow, the Principal of this National Bizan Magic School.
To the twenty-five of you joining our ranks today, you have my sincerest congratulations.
To the guardians and families, I share in your profound joy.
It was when I first accepted my commission as Principal here…”
(This is going to be one hell of a long speech.)
The girl to my right—who looked more like a flashy club hostess than a student—was fidgeting, her eyes darting restlessly around the room.
”Being of the Dwarf race, my own expertise lies in Simple-type exploration⁵,” the Principal continued.
”While our institution is renowned for our Research Students specializing in Complex-type librarianship⁶—a path many of you aspire to—we have a number of Simple-type students enrolling this year.
It has been some time, but I may even take on a personal pupil.
I find myself looking forward to it.
Looking back…”
”You. Could you please try to stand still?”
The Dorm Supervisor, unable to ignore the hostess-lookalike’s constant squirming, leaned in to whisper a warning.
”Ugh, but this talk is so boring,” the girl shot back.
She actually said it out loud.
”I’m aware, but could you please just keep it together for today?” the Supervisor pleaded, her face souring as if she’d just swallowed a lemon.
”Fine. Then you—hold my hand.”
The girl turned to me, demanding I take her hand.
Why me?
”I’m jittery. It’s fine, isn’t it, lady?”
”If he does, will you stay still?” the Supervisor asked.
Wait, no.
That’s not how this works.
I’m a guy.
”It’s a little weird for a guy and a girl to be holding hands during a formal ceremony, don’t you think?” I hissed at the Supervisor.
She looked pained, glancing at the girl’s loud outfit.
”She stands out too much as it is. Just… help me out here.”
She should have realized that before she let the girl wear that clothes.
”Well then,” the Supervisor whispered, “how about the girl on your other side?”
The girl who’d ranked third from the bottom of the class made a face of pure, unadulterated disgust.
”Ew, no,” the hostess-girl chirped.
”That one looks like a total airhead.”
(Glass houses, lady. You’re in a glass house.)
The girl third from the bottom looked like she was ready to commit a homicide right there in the auditorium.
”I guess it has to be you, then,” the Supervisor sighed at me.
”Just until the Principal is finished.”
”Fine, but only until she’s done,” I grumbled.
I worked out a compromise where I let her grip my index finger down by our sides, hidden from view.
But god, that speech went on forever.
Stranger still, I couldn’t feel a lick of Mana⁷ coming off this girl.
I tried to reach out with Telepathy⁸, but got nothing—it was like her consciousness was a thick velvet curtain.
I couldn’t read a single thought.
How the hell did she even get into a Magic School?
The Principal finally wound down, but the girl wouldn’t let go.
I had to wrench my finger away.
Next was the national anthem.
I’d heard it before at Linto during the Vod Fortress campaign, but the lyrics had never stuck.
Thankfully, it was over quickly.
Then came the guest addresses.
The Guild Leader of the territorial capital’s Magic Scribes Guild kept it brief and even cracked a few jokes.
A professional who knew his audience.
Then, the introductions.
The bald Principal from the General School was there, but the real star was Lieutenant Louise.
The moment she was introduced as the Vice Commander of the 101st Golem Battalion, a roar of “Ohhh!” swept through the hall.
The applause was thunderous and seemingly endless.
Then came Isabella, the former “Weasel” leader.
The mystery of her presence was solved when she was introduced as a newly promoted Second Lieutenant and Vice Commander of the garrison for the Bohemia Province—a territory now under direct Royal control.
She’d originally been there to support family, but they’d bumped her to the guest list.
Unlike Louise, however, the reaction to her was mixed.
There were clearly some “political” feelings in the room.
Aside from Marie—who was clapping like her life depended on it—the applause was lukewarm at best.
Finally, the freshman representative stepped up.
Doris Möller, the blonde beauty who topped the entrance exams, ascended the stage.
”On this auspicious day, we, the incoming class, find ourselves beyond words of gratitude…”
She spoke without notes, her voice resonant and commanding.
(She’s clearly got the brains to match the looks.)
I glanced sideways.
The hostess-girl was twirling her hair around her finger and yawning.
”In closing, I represent the hopes and dreams of this new class,” Doris finished elegantly, triggering a standing ovation.
I’ve lived long enough to know that the “elite” are just built different from the time they’re kids.
I suddenly remembered her kissing me in the cafeteria earlier.
If she didn’t have such a nasty, elitist personality, she’d be perfect.
(I probably should’ve used my tongue.)
”New students, please join us on stage,” the Principal called.
As I walked up, my eyes met Lieutenant Louise’s.
She gave me a tiny, discreet wave.
It was sweet, but also incredibly embarrassing.
At least she didn’t yell out “Husband.”
They lined us up and told us to introduce ourselves.
Marie did a great job; she managed to suppress her Kiridal dialect and even mentioned that Isabella was her aunt.
It made me wonder about their family tree, but she carried herself well.
The line moved steadily until it reached the girl next to me.
”I’m Romy von Odenkor! I’m sixteen, from the Wilson Barony. It took a lot to get into this Magic School, so I’m gonna work super hard so I can get a recommendation to the Magic Academy next! My hobbies are eating, sleeping, and playing around. Nice to meet ya!”
Sixteen?
She’s two years older than Larry.
That explained the… physical development, but her “work hard” speech sounded like a total lie given her hobbies.
The applause she got was pretty half-hearted.
”I am Larry Fee Getys, fourteen, from Strock Village in the Viscounty of Bizan. I was admitted via Special Recommendation, so I hope to work hard to keep pace with all of you. Thank you.”
I kept my voice level and tried to disappear into the background.
I just wanted to be done.
”Is that all, young man?” the Principal prodded, looking unsatisfied.
I ignored her.
”Since he’s a bit on the shy side, allow me to elaborate,” the Principal said, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
”As many of you likely know, this young man was instrumental in the battle for Vod Fortress. Not only was he granted the title of ‘The King’s Audience’⁹ by His Majesty the King himself, but he was recommended to this school by none other than Major Sonya Kittynoir, Commander of the Golem Battalion.”
A collective “Hoh…!” of genuine shock rippled through the parents’ section.
”Furthermore, he is a protégé of the Golem Battalion’s founder, Ferris Visshinina Lattua. He is a talent whose future we all anticipate with great excitement!”
The applause was deafening.
(Is this woman bullying me?)
I’d just had a run-in with a Haritz noble’s son that almost ended in my execution.
My Viscount’s Treasure Sword had been confiscated, and I was technically under disciplinary suspension.
Why the hell was she talking me up like I was a war hero?
”And finally, a congratulatory word from our student body.”
As we left the stage, Nikole Jahn took our place.
She was the one who’d been a Medical Mage assistant at Linto Field Hospital to earn credits, but had ended up failing the year anyway.
I’d heard it was because she spent all her time partying, but in her uniform, she looked the part of a model student.
Her speech was flawless.
”…In the years to come, as you study here at Bizan, let us write the pages of our youth together. This concludes our welcome.”
You’d never guess she was a party animal who flunked out.
The ceremony ended with an announcement for a garden party in the courtyard.
I wanted to find Lieutenant Louise quickly, but she was locked in a dead-serious conversation with the Principal of the Military Academy.
While I was hesitating, the crowd simply swept me out of the auditorium.
I will say this: Louise and Isabella were both so tall they stood head and shoulders above the other guests.
They were impossible to miss.
I followed the flow of people down the stairs toward the courtyard.
Someone shoved a mug of ale into my hand.
The yard was filled with tables, and people were already congregating into their cliques.
This is the part I hate.
I’ve hated the phrase “feel free to form your own groups” since I was a small child.
Marie was likely off with Isabella, and I would’ve stuck with Louise, but she was still busy.
I was standing there looking like a lost puppy when I spotted Henrietta and her friend Marielle.
Henrietta beckoned me over.
In that moment, I have never been more grateful for a big-breasted Gothic Lolita older sister in my life.
”That introduction was hilarious,” Henrietta teased.
”Did you and the Principal work that out beforehand?”
Marielle was doubled over laughing beside her.
”Of course not!” I snapped.
”I figured,” Henrietta smirked.
I don’t know why everyone found my misery so funny, but they certainly had a good time at my expense.
Then, the Principal entered the courtyard with the VIPs, including the two tall officers.
It looked like she was heading for the stone pedestal in the corner to lead the toast.
”My husbanddddd!”
Before the drinking could even start, while the yard was relatively quiet, Lieutenant Louise’s voice cut through the air like a siren.
Suddenly, every eye in the place was on me.
She marched toward me at a brisk pace, her ample breasts swaying against her towering frame.
In that moment, Lieutenant Louise was definitely drawing more eyes than the Principal who was trying to lead the toast-and by extension, being right in front of her, I was likely the next biggest spectacle.
Then, with the entire crowd watching, Louise pulled me into a crushing embrace.
I was mortified beyond belief, but I was utterly helpless.
I could not win against her in a contest of pure strength.
The metal ornaments of her military uniform dug painfully into my face, and I could barely catch a sliver of air between her voluptuous breasts.
She kept me restrained in her arms for a while, only releasing me once she’d had her fill.
”I’m so glad to see you’re doing well,” she said.
(Yeah, though I almost just died of suffocation…)
I timidly glanced at my surroundings.
Just as I’d feared, I was being showered with stares, like I was some kind of freak show.
God, this was embarrassing.
”Oh, that’s right, Husband. This is Isabella-she’s a friend of mine.”
”Wait, what?!” I cried.
”It’s been a while,” Isabella said. “You haven’t forgotten about that debt, have you?”
”Yes,” I replied weakly.
She was talking about the medical bills for the burns I gave her with a Fireball back when I was trying to escape her.
But more than that, my body went rigid as I remembered those words: (If you ever make Marie cry…)
”Oh? So Isabella, you were already acquainted with my Husband?” Louise asked.
Every time Lieutenant Louise called me “Husband” at the top of her lungs, my sense of shame ballooned even further.
Beyond her and Isabella, the Principal stood frozen with his mug in hand. I suspected he couldn’t even start the toast because all the attention was glued to us.
(What am I supposed to do?)
Just then, a strange commotion erupted from the administration building on the west side of the courtyard.
About half of the people who had been staring at us turned their heads toward the noise.
The administration building’s unnecessarily tall doors swung open slowly, and a group of riders came charging in.
There were five of them.
Each rider brandished a spear-like weapon, their faces concealed behind cloth masks.
”A party at the Magic School? We’re gonna wreck the place!” one shouted.
”If you see any hot babes, let’s snatch ’em and go!” another hollered.
They screamed their threats in unison as they galloped toward the party area that took up a quarter of the courtyard.
The moment they saw it, Isabella and Lieutenant Louise sprang into action.
Their judgment was lightning-fast, the mark of true soldiers as they bolted toward the riders.
A strangely familiar voice echoed in my ears.
(I guess I’m going to have to take responsibility for this…)
Falling slightly behind Louise and the others, I started running too.
I glanced back at the bald Principal; he was just standing there, eyes wide and paralyzed.
(Well, I guess you’ve officially joined the Head-lopping¹⁰ club too…)
I snapped my gaze back forward just as Isabella was about to collide with the lead rider.
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Summary:
Larry arrives at the freshman orientation wearing a slightly oversized uniform and encounters Doris Mueller, a provocative girl from the capital who kisses him to probe his mind. Romy, a flashy girl claiming noble status through adoption, attempts to flirt with him as they find out their class rankings. The group enters the auditorium only to find Lieutenant Louise and the leader of the Weasels of Bohemia waiting on stage
Walking into the academy welcome party, Larry finds himself under the unwanted spotlight of Principal Annerose. Surrounded by unexpected high-ranking military guests like Louise and Isabella, he endures a series of awkward introductions that reveal his war hero status. The social atmosphere tightens as he is forced into a physical interaction with a mana-less student, Romy, and the scene ends with Louise shouting an embarrassing title across the crowded courtyard
Lieutenant Louise claims the protagonist as her ‘Husband’ while a former acquaintance, Isabella, demands repayment for a Fireball injury. The awkward social tension at the Magic School party is shattered when five masked riders invade the courtyard. Isabella and Louise immediately counter-charge the intruders while the protagonist hears a voice that sparks a sense of personal obligation
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Trivia:
- Marie is officially ranked 2nd in the class based on exams
- Larry’s entry via Special Recommendation means he officially has zero points
- Isabella and Louise are notably taller than the other VIP guests
- The Principal is a Dwarf, which implies a rarity in such a high academic position.
- Romy’s consciousness is described as a ‘thick velvet curtain,’ hinting at advanced anti-telepathy or a total lack of magical spark.
- Isabella’s promotion to Second Lieutenant was politically motivated due to Bohemia Province coming under Royal control.
- The protagonist’s internal fear of ‘Marie’ suggests a past relationship where his safety depends on her emotional state
- The specific ‘Head-lopping’ term implies a shared fate of disgrace or violent dismissal among staf
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Character Insight:
Larry experiences a clash between his internal ‘old man’ cynicism and the physical distractions of teenage life, while Marie shows a softer side by gifting Nico-san a hair ornament despite their rivalry.
Larry exhibits a desire for anonymity despite his accomplishments, while Louise demonstrates a complete disregard for school decorum in favor of her personal connection to Larry.
The protagonist shifts from passive victim of Louise’s affection to an active participant in the defense, driven by a voice he recognizes among the attackers.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Nico – A silver-haired former head maid and skilled tailor, she now manages the school laundry. Petite and serious, she wears a maid outfit adorned with a floral hairpiece. Haunted by a traumatic kidnapping, she is insecure yet strong-willed. She protects Larry, with whom she shares a complex romantic bond, while clashing with Marie. A diligent Village Head Fee member, she balances blunt scolding with hidden warmth.
• Larry – Red‑white skinned, curly bronze‑haired 14‑year‑old with bronze eyes, now Level‑3 mana user and Special Recommendation at Bizan Magic School. He wears an oversized academy uniform, towers over peers, bears a fractured “glass heart” and adult memories. Married to Nico, linked to Monica & Teressa, former slave‑soldier of Militia Unit 303, suspected Fifth Sage, carries the Viscount’s Holy Sword, wields fire and Mana Drain, and is called Danna‑sama by Louise.
• Marie – Fifteen-year-old Novakova, a high-spirited noblewoman and Weasel of Bohemia, shares a striking resemblance to Isabella and Nico. A competitive freshman ranked second, she wears a comical floral belt-hairpiece and a school uniform. Though she feigns a cynical, territorial demeanor and teases Larry relentlessly to mask their secret affair, she is fiercely protective of her inner circle, shielding Nico with hidden affection.
• Mar – A battle‑hardened veteran, clad in worn armor, uses door panels as shields and captures enemy crossbows; Larry’s comrade who teases him about his sister‑in‑law’s pampering, known as Martin to his companion Edmond.
• Darina – Thirteen‑year‑old from Barsheni Village, dressed in a maid’s uniform, is labeled by Larry as a potential Complex‑type medical Mage. She gathers spider silk, wields strong Complex‑type Mana, serves Marie as her attendant, and also acts as an official delivering orders from the Principal Professors about the move to the Royal Capital.
• Manuela – A shy student with long black hair from the Harritz territory. She failed her local magic school’s exam and now attends Bizan.
• Sig – A student and friend of Marie characterized by a casual and uninhibited personality, often seen yawning during academic discussions. Has short brown hair from the Holstein territory. She is blunt, realistic about the nature of war, and failed the entrance exam at the Sabaski Magic School.
• Gudrun – A girl with long blonde hair who appears more reserved and plain in personality compared to her companion, Doris. She ranks third in the freshman entrance exams and maintains a polite, apologetic demeanor.
• Max – Uncle Klaus’s second son and Larry’s cousin.
• Al – Alberto (Al), a massive red‑haired man recently wed to Mary, lives near the Dish Basin. He’s a companion of Hans, helping intimidate and rally elders as a villager and leader.
• Ed – A lanky refugee youth in simple farmer’s garb, Larry’s close friend and soon-to-be conscript, now a militia member training spear-walls; he witnessed the initial skirmish at Mauer Village as part of the group seeking safety in Strock Village, was an associate of Captain Bours, and participated in the ambush of the mercenaries—fiercely protective of Larry, remembered for his quiet resolve to survive the battlefield.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Novakova – The Novakova family, headed by Marie, carries a name linked to Barsheni Village’s leadership and enjoys sufficient status to fund an attendant’s living expenses, presenting a modest yet dignified presence.
• Doris – Mueller. A flashy beauty from the Royal Capital with long blonde hair tied back tightly to emphasize her small head and large eyes. She wears expensive, intricately crafted hair ornaments and modest makeup, masking a calculating and provocative personality behind a high-class facade.
• Isabella – Towering and muscular, the jet-black and gold-uniformed leader of the Weasels of Bohemia, now a Second Lieutenant in the Kingdom Army, commands respect with monstrous strength—capable of hurling a man and his horse—and masterful horseback spear combat. Her short, disheveled bob and a facial burn scar from Larry’s fireball mark her as a battle-hardened veteran. With a low, sour growl and aggressive presence, she dominates every room, especially as aunt to academy student Marie, whose connection earns her quiet admiration among mages and nobles alike, even as she sits among VIPs on the auditorium stage.
• Soi – An old professor from Ajire seminary, the first to raise a question. Looks like wizardly.
• Tim – Jarek Dvorak, 14, the village’s eldest son and recent graduate, has short dark hair, a lean build and thoughtful eyes. He arrived in Obernbach with his father, watches the Golem’s arrival with trepidation, and, as a sugar‑beet cultivator from a family that refines sugar, boasts of pleasures in the district. A carefree, slightly reckless friend of Larry’s.
• Getys – Larry, a common‑origin boy from Strock Village, carries the Getys name via his aunts Alisa and Monica. Hardy and his late brother Denis, rugged and weather‑worn from a combat‑trade legacy, left the clan weakened by disease and war; now Larry stands at the uncertain center, tied to Viscount Bizan’s territory.
• Romy – Odonkor. A freshman girl with a flamboyant hairstyle reminiscent of a high-end hostess club and heavy makeup. She wears a revealing, strapless mermaid-silhouette dress instead of a uniform and claims the title ‘von’ through adoption by her grandfather, a Baron.
• Fee – Larry Fee Getys, middle name unknown, leads the Fee family — Larry, Hans, and Iffens — who govern Strock Village. Married into the Getys household, he presents a distinguished, cohesive presence. The family recently hired Nico as a maid for Teressa.
• von – Part of the noble lineage of Annerose von Bülow.
• Teressa – Blonde, short-haired village head with a golden-lashed, piercing blue gaze and a notably large bust, wearing a wool jacket over a split-button blouse—once tutored by Henrietta and formerly served by Nico as maid. Widow of former head Iffens, mother of Lyrica and Maria, pregnant with Larry’s child, sister-in-law to Monica, and close to Hans; lived with the family over four years. A Gothic Lolita in appearance, she’s steady yet vulnerable, motherly-alluring with a sharp-mischievous edge, and shares Mana with Larry—also a young Fee-family dream-visitor who later manifests in reality.
• Louise – A towering seven-foot-tall Lieutenant and former Vice-Commander of the 101st Golem Battalion, she boasts a massive, muscular build, broad shoulders, short-cropped red hair, a long face, deep-set eyes, a hooked nose, and a protruding jaw—features inherited from her father, making her taller than her mother and eldest brother by age eight. Clad in a pitch-black military uniform adorned with gold decorations, she commands respect with phantom-like physical prowess, capable of bucking riders off horses with ease, and is often seen shoving food into her mouth with insatiable appetite. Once a silent, hardworking squad leader who rose from Corporal through diligent service, she now retains deep, one-sided devotion for Larry, offering him her quarters upon his return, her obsession with procreation born of genuine, unreciprocated affection—still honored as a guest of honor at freshman orientation.
• Commander – A man leading the mercenary press-gang at the south gate.
• Annerose – Dwarf principal of the National Bizan Magic School, she speaks with a clear, resonant voice and upholds a professional demeanor while overseeing Larry’s education and discipline. Specializing in Simple‑type exploration, she adds a mischievous flair, often putting students on the spot during ceremonies.
• Bizan – The Bizan family name, held by the Viscount. He is the lord of the territory and owner of the castle built within the Danube River.
• Bülow – Annerose von Bülow, tall and poised with silver‑streaked hair and a stern gaze, bears the noble von Bülow name signifying aristocratic lineage. As principal, she commands respect, mentors students, and maintains close ties with faculty and the school council.
• Möller – The family name of the top freshman student, Doris.
• Sonya – A petite, flat-chested Elf woman with a small frame and long lifespan, she serves as Ninth Commander of the 101st Golem Battalion, known as the Witch of the Black Forest, often wearing an oversized military cap; she wields telepathic empathy through touch, uses mana as a physical tool of dominance, and maintains a sadistic, triumphant dynamic in her intimate relationship with Louise.
• Visshinina – The middle name of Ferris, indicating her lineage within the Elven forest village region northwest of the Empire of Rus.
• Ferris – Granny Ferris, an ageless elf appearing as a woman in her early thirties, bears the revered Ferris name—lineage famed for medicine and golem-making—and once served as the first Commander of the Golem Battalion in the Kingdom of Schuberitz Army. She runs the village inn, wears provocative black one-piece dresses, plays the transverse flute, and speaks with blunt candor. A close associate of the Second Sage, she claims to know Larry’s grandfather and is the elderly woman Martin hopes to marry. Renowned for her arcane insights, she once charged silver coins for mana-replenishment services, blending ancient wisdom, masterful craftsmanship, and unyielding charm.
• Lattua – The family name of the Elf Ferris, associated with her role as an inn and pharmacy owner in Strock Village.
• Nikole – Chulpan’s assistant, a Level‑3 Complex‑type mage demoted after failing credits, wears a rune‑etched coat and silver‑streaked shoulder‑length hair. A Nikole by lineage, she is a medical mage apprentice and repeating student who once dreamed of marrying Larry. She served at Linto Field Hospital during the Battle of Vod Fortress, now balances arcane study with healing duties while battling a heavy drinking habit that leaves her smelling of alcohol.
• Jahn – A student who was previously an assistant to a Medical Mage at the Linto base. She escaped during the Kiridal attack and is currently repeating a year at the academy.
• Niko – An elderly, dignified former slave and ex-head butcher, now the oldest male servant of the Getys household, he addresses Larry as “Young Master,” encourages his rite of passage, and follows him from the Fee family estate. He drives the carriage, shovels snow, prefers the stable loft near the animals, and possesses deep knowledge of the local landscape and sugar beet business, his loyalty unwavering as he aids the family’s transition with quiet wisdom and steadfast service.
• Henrietta – A brilliant, eccentric academy researcher and supervisor specializing in golems, she sports a striking Gothic Lolita style—often in a messy two-piece outfit—with a high collar, patterned gloves, disheveled hair, and a generous bust. Her predatory intellectual intensity masks a deeply affectionate, teasingly sisterly bond with the protagonist, Larry, whom she mentors with nonchalant disregard for social taboos; she once used a confession agent on him, owns a slave named Pamela, and lives with chaotic, unapologetic devotion to ancient magic and her own unconventional ethics.
• Marielle – A researcher specializing in Magic Tools. She wears everyday clothes and is capable of siphoning mana through contact during sparring.
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