Volume 2 Chapter 32 Communication Skills
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Withdrawals cannot be made.”
The older cashier at the joint government building near the school told me that flatly.
”But just a moment ago, you wrote that the remaining balance was 730,000 yen, right?”
To be precise, it was 731,052 yen, but that was beside the point.
The Lieutenant Colonel had said that if there was a remaining balance, I could withdraw it anywhere in the country.
”Please look here.”
The cashier, whose semi-long hair was tied back in a ponytail, gave me a sharp look.
Then she opened the final page of the bankbook and pointed to an entry.
December 28th, thirteenth month, end of last year. Viscounty of Bizan, Strock Village Special Unsecured Loan: 5,000,000 yen.
I remembered taking out a loan to buy the land from my neighbor, Mr. Karfen.
I had only signed the paperwork before coming here, so based on this date, the screening must have passed during the Monthly Market¹.
The Monthly Market referred to the three days at the end of every month when the Village Head opened the office for official business.
Long ago, a market had been held during that period, which was how the name came about.
Incidentally, in December, the Tax Month, the office opened on the last three days of the month and on odd-numbered days.
Because people who could not pay their taxes sold their wives and children right in front of it, people called it the Flesh Market².
”Since your loan is completely unsecured, you may only withdraw the portion of your balance that exceeds the 5,000,000 yen loan.”
How did that even make sense?
”But it is a loan. We borrowed precisely because we had no money. Is that really how this works?”
”Yes. Are you aware that this loan is provided by the central bank through the mediation of local lords or Village Heads?”
I had heard of that system before.
For the time being, I had been born into the household of a Village Head, and although only briefly, I had helped with the work.
”So, this is rather difficult to say, but the Village Head from three generations ago had several issues, including repayment delinquency. Since special loans are a state system, the bank will still lend the money.
However, when the mediator lacks credit, the borrower may be required to establish collateral directly.
Well, I suspect no one explained that to you at the time.”
It was not that there had been no explanation.
I simply had not known about it at all.
Come to think of it, my sister-in-law had said the numbers did not match, or that something seemed strange.
She had also said that Grete-san, Uncle Klaus’s mistress, helped her reconcile the balances.
Grandpa, what exactly did you do to me?
Even so, the people at the central bank were thorough with their safeguards.
”For example, could you lend me money based on this bankbook?”
”I am terribly sorry. We can lend money for business transactions and similar matters, but we do not provide cash loans to individuals.”
The costs required to register blueprints were transactions with the Kingdom Government, so they would apparently be deducted automatically regardless of the collateral.
In other words, the remaining balance in the bankbook was nothing more than a pie in the sky.
The story goes back about two weeks.
After synchronizing with Larry, I listened to his endless grumbling while gathering useful knowledge from the internet of my previous life.
The next day, I turned the Mana-powered motor into a diagram and immediately began making a physical prototype.
The location was Henrietta-san’s research room.
However, I could only work there after the room owner’s research had ended and after I had finished taking care of Romy.
Once the two of them went home, I started with enthusiasm, but my assumption that things would somehow work out was completely wrong.
What I was making was a motor with permanent magnets lined up around the outside, while magic thread—not copper wire—was wound around the shaft to create an electromagic magnet.
I found an iron hoop used for tightening barrels and tubs, then attached six electromagnets—or rather, ManaMagnets³—evenly around the inside. From there, however, nothing went smoothly.
The amber, limestone, and chert I had prepared could not be secured properly with only glue or gelatin.
Furthermore, the material for the rotating inner section had the same problem.
It was nothing but trouble. The material cracked when I drilled a shaft hole, and chipped whenever I tried to adjust its shape.
Even so, after spending hours tying it down with thread and borrowing various tools from the school, I finally managed to assemble it.
The brush mechanism for switching the Mana Magnets on and off—the part I had expected to be the hardest—was completed unexpectedly easily after a few failures.
So I tried running it.
It broke instantly.
The central shaft managed to rotate for a moment.
It did rotate, but the Mana Magnets attached to the outer frame came loose and shattered from the intense vibration.
I started over from scratch.
Again and again.
Before I knew it, morning had arrived.
Nico and Marie came to check on me out of pure worry.
However, I have a terrible habit: when I become fascinated by something that feels possible but refuses to work, I lose the ability to focus on anything else.
In my previous life, there were times when I built software programs.
At first, it was only a hobby. Before long, I was distributing them to others, and eventually, it became my actual job.
If it was a program I used myself, then even if a serious malfunction occurred, I could somehow deal with it on the spot.
But once it became a program—or rather, a consumer application—used outside my sight, things were different.
No matter what strange operation someone performed, it could not be allowed to break.
Organizing commands for ease of use, or showing and hiding features based on strict conditions, required far more effort than simply processing raw data.
And even after going through all that trouble, theoretically impossible bugs still happened.
Sudden freezes. Or fatal errors.
There were many nights I stayed awake just to handle a single countermeasure.
Right now, this felt strangely similar.
(I will make this work somehow…)
It was the kind of task that could not be completed without that stubborn determination.
However, software always had loopholes. In the end, you could usually manage by taking a long detour.
A mechanical motor offered no such escape.
No matter how many times I tried, the stones shattered and separated from the base.
”Larry, I want you to come with me after this,” Marie said.
My life had completely fallen apart.
Sleeping directly on the research room floor was not unpleasant to me. In some quiet corner of my heart, I was even enjoying it.
”Eh, is it urgent?” I asked.
I felt slightly irritated by the interruption.
There was something I wanted to do right now.
”A visit to the nursery school. It seems like something has started moving inside my stomach. Nico is coming with us too,” Marie said.
”Ah,” I replied.
Naturally, I agreed. There was no way I could refuse a request like that.
Recently, I felt like Marie’s stomach had grown a little, unless it was just my imagination.
When I returned to the room, my body was wiped clean, I was made to wash my face, and I was forced to change everything, including my underwear.
”Should I cut your hair?” Nico asked.
Nico held a pair of scissors, but I answered that it was cold, so I would wait until spring.
Even though she had been terrible at cutting hair for ages, she always tried to do mine for some reason.
During spring break, I would return to the village and have Yutia cut it properly.
While powdery snow drifted through the air, the three of us went to the nursery school directly across from the school.
Although it was called a nursery school, it also had medical facilities fully equipped for childbirth, as well as apartments where mothers and children could live for a while after delivery.
Apparently, people other than Magic School students and staff used the place too.
”Only a small number, but regular high school staff, vassals from the nearby government office, and others use it when requested. We cannot exactly refuse them…”
The expenses were completely free for students, including the apartment fees from childbirth through infancy.
However, things like diapers were billed separately.
They also said that once a child entered the toddler stage, it cost two Silver Coins per month.
Assuming infancy lasted a year and a half, graduating without repeating a year would be fine. If not, the costs would become considerable.
”It is incredibly generous, isn’t it? Only the Magic School receives this treatment. That is because it gets a direct subsidy from the country.”
I suppose that showed just how highly the country valued Mages.
My wife Monica had said she went back to work the day after giving birth to twins.
Finally, we were shown the nursery room right beside the entrance.
In this world, where glass was extremely precious, the room had multiple fixed windows for letting in light, making it far brighter than the school’s normal classrooms.
Inside the room, which was about twenty tatami mats in size, some children slept peacefully in beds while others ran around wildly or had picture books read to them. It was wonderfully chaotic.
”What are you staring at?” Marie asked.
Marie calling out to me snapped me back to reality.
A child was playing alone with building blocks in the far corner of the room.
Or rather, the building blocks had completely captured my attention.
”Then, Father, please sign here.”
Prompted to sign the facility reservation form, I blanked out and almost wrote my name from my previous life.
”What are those characters?” Nico asked.
At Nico’s comment, I quickly crossed it out with a double line and rewrote it, but the Facility Manager guiding us gave me a deeply suspicious look.
”Are you truly the father of this child?” the Facility Manager asked.
”Yeah, no mistake there. I chose to get pregnant with his child myself,” Marie replied.
”Well, if the mother herself says so…”
I glossed it over with a bitter smile, but as expected, Marie was handling the situation in her own way.
Setting that aside, my entire mind was focused on the building blocks.
Or rather, on wood.
On the way back to the school, I took a wide detour through the space between the main gate and the entrance, snapped off a branch from a pussy willow, and hid it safely inside my robe.
”Well, I am going back to the research room.”
After saying goodbye to the two of them, I broke into a run.
”That guy doesn’t understand a damn thing about women,” Marie muttered.
I heard Marie’s spiteful remark behind me, but my mind was far too occupied to care.
Returning to the research room, I rummaged through the toolbox, took out a saw, cut the pussy willow branch to about three centimeters, and wound magic thread tightly around it.
With perfect Mana Control from the amber, the freshly made sawdust clung to it instantly.
It works!
Until now, I had been so fixated on stone and Luminous Magic Iron⁴ that I had never considered this possibility.
Wood worked perfectly fine.
It completely opened my eyes.
After that, I searched every corner of the research room.
However, there was no lumber of exactly the right size for a ManaMagnet.
Several pieces of lumber meant for carving the magic ship Henrietta-san was obsessed with were scattered across the floor, but they were far too large. Adjusting them to this scale would take too much time.
Then I suddenly noticed that there was a wooden board of just the right size in the room.
It was the transport Golem used for her original research.
Its thickness was inexplicably convenient, and looking at it, the material seemed perfectly suited to my purpose.
From then on, it was a grueling cycle of trial and error, but after using the weekend to its fullest, I finally created something that moved to my satisfaction.
”Did my Golem become a little thinner?” Henrietta-san asked.
”Yes. It looked a bit heavy to move, so I shaved it down to optimize it,” I replied.
”Is that so? I liked how it looked before, but I suppose it cannot be helped,” Henrietta-san sighed.
I could not fool her completely.
It seemed she noticed immediately that I had shaved down the board.
Well, I had made a four-legged Golem that could previously only stomp in place capable of moving forward, backward, left, and right, so a little modification was fine, right?
Still, I am truly sorry.
I apologized quietly in my heart.
With the prototype motor successfully completed, the only thing left was to draw my own blueprint.
The prototype had a diameter of five centimeters. As expected, putting that directly into a cylinder for an electric vibrator was unreasonable.
I would leave the task of making it compact to the military’s arsenal bureau.
They would have to forgive me for providing only the engineering diagram.
During the pre-prototype phase, the vibration toward the center, normally considered a structural defect, had produced an indescribably perfect sensation.
The remaining issue was how to move the dildo-shaped attachment.
I tried swapping in magic iron sand⁵ and adjusting the current to see whether the rotation speed would change, but low-speed rotation was extremely unstable.
If I made even the slightest mistake, it stalled completely.
Since I had few other options, I decided to add a gear system to reduce the RPMs and increase torque.
Honestly, tinkering with this was so fun that it was hard to pull myself away, but I could not afford to spend all my time on hobby projects.
I still had to draw the blueprints for Henrietta-san’s outboard motor.
Though, to be fair, it was not exactly difficult.
All I had to do was scale up the motor, make the central shaft thicker and longer, and attach a propeller to the end.
Mount it to the back of the boat, lower the propeller into the water to move forward, and turn the entire assembly to steer the ship.
The real trick was how to attach the motor to the hull, but that part of my design was still half-baked.
Also, using Amber⁶ as the power source gave it terrible runtime.
If a Mage were on board injecting Mana⁷ directly into it, it would obviously last much longer.
But if the power flow fluctuated depending on the Mage’s mood, the motor would be useless.
As expected, I wanted a permanent magnet—or better yet, a permanent magic magnet⁸.
”Larry, you stink so badly I cannot ignore it anymore,” Marie said.
There were only two days left in the school week, and Marie, sitting right beside me during the lecture, dropped that bomb immediately.
When I looked back, the other students were all giving me troubled glances too.
”Is it really that bad?” I asked.
”It is already hopeless. Skip one class, go wipe yourself down, and come back,” Marie replied.
Larry’s body was still young, so it could somehow manage even if I stayed up all night. But whether from lack of sleep or something else, I could not stop breaking out in strange sweat.
Did I smell that bad?
Deciding there was no helping it, I returned to my room, boiled water, and wiped myself down alone.
The moment I finished, an intense wave of fatigue hit me, and I ended up collapsing into the inviting bed.
”Hey,” Marie said.
Hmm?
Let me sleep a little longer.
”Come on. If you don’t wake up, it will already be noon,” Marie said.
Eh? Ah. I messed up.
”The Law Professors sent a message. They said if you skip even one more class period, they will not give you credit. That is what they told me,” Marie said.
”Are you serious?” I asked.
”You missed the first class because of the court trial, and you have been dozing off from time to time, haven’t you?” Marie added.
Ouch. So they had been watching me.
”In Law, if you drop even one credit, you repeat the year immediately. There is no second chance for you,” Marie warned.
She was exactly right.
Repeating the year would be brutal.
I really had to take my studies seriously too.
”I do not know what you have been working so hard on after regular hours, but graduating without repeating a year would be better,” Henrietta-san said.
When I spoke to Henrietta-san about it, she gave me a very sensible answer.
”You are right,” I replied.
”Is Larry-kun going to repeat the year? That means I will become his upperclassman. Fufufufu,” Romy teased.
Romy tried to tease me, but she had no guarantee she would advance to the next grade herself.
”Please do not both repeat the year together,” Henrietta-san sighed.
”I will be fine, Henrietta Research Student,” Romy replied.
”In any case, Larry, do not skip classes anymore. For next month’s term-end exams, please do not let both of you fail,” Henrietta-san pleaded.
I had no choice but to answer, “Yes.”
I felt like I had played around too much because I became obsessed with Mana.
Later, I heard from Marie that even if a Research Student’s academic presentations were decent, their standing became precarious if the students under their charge had poor grades.
Incidentally, the scoundrels who intentionally repeated the year generally had A evaluations in subjects outside their main course, so in that regard, there was apparently no issue.
It could not be helped. Since I could not expect much from Romy, I had no choice but to do my best.
That night, I returned to my own room and slept properly for the first time in a while.
Since it had been so long, I tried snuggling up to the two of them, but they ignored me.
Eh? Why?
I wanted them to accept my lust too.
The next day, after I had mended my ways, Second Lieutenant Sabrina from the military’s Arsenal Bureau arrived in the middle of a raging snowstorm.
”I wanted you to see them as quickly as possible,” Second Lieutenant Sabrina said.
When we entered the usual small conference room that looked like an eel’s bedroom, she took several disc-shaped parts out of the box she had brought.
They were ball bearings.
They ranged from about three centimeters in diameter to large ones the size of a palm.
”From your perspective, Larry-san, how are they?” Second Lieutenant Sabrina asked.
Somehow, being addressed with “-san” made me happy.
Even so, only a little over a month had passed since then. The fact that this country had already managed to shape bearings was impressive.
But—
”There are too many balls, and the guards are missing,” I pointed out.
I wondered whether the missing parts were technologically difficult to produce despite my explanation.
The guards served to keep the balls evenly positioned and prevent foreign objects from entering.
”As for that, increasing the number of balls makes them harder to dislodge, and attaching guards increases the contact surface, which increases friction,” Second Lieutenant Sabrina explained.
”First, fewer balls reduce friction and make rotation easier. If guards are attached, they reduce the chance of foreign objects getting inside, and by keeping the balls evenly spaced, they also increase durability,” I explained.
She took notes with a serious expression, determined not to miss a single word.
After explaining everything, I said there was something else I wanted to show her, then brought over the motor prototype and blueprints I had made in Henrietta-san’s laboratory.
There were mountains of things I wanted to say, but just as our discussion about the motor was about to end, the coachman came to call her.
It seemed our time was up.
”Well then, just like the bearings, I will examine this motor and these blueprints carefully and register them the same way as the artificial Shishi-odoshi (deer scare),” Second Lieutenant Sabrina said.
Second Lieutenant Sabrina gave instructions to load everything I had brought into the carriage.
”Eh? But the registration fee is no joke,” I muttered.
One Gold Coin and one Silver Coin for a single registration was far too expensive.
”Eh? If you do not register it, you will not receive money when it sells, you know,” Second Lieutenant Sabrina replied.
Could this be something like a patent?
”Is that so?” I asked.
”The registration for the Shishi-odoshi (deer scare) was last month, so there may already be a payment. Please check at the beginning of the week,” Second Lieutenant Sabrina suggested.
”Understood,” I replied.
And so, that was why I went to the cashier at the joint government building less than five minutes from the school.
When I had them update my passbook, an amount far exceeding the previous negative balance of 110,000 yen had been deposited into my account.
But because Getys House had taken out an unsecured special loan, I could not withdraw the money.
Current Debt:
Unsecured Special Loan: 5,000,000 yen
Isabella Treatment Fees: 500,000 yen (Unpaid)
Adolf-san’s Shop: 200,000 yen
Total: 5,700,000 yen
Passbook Balance: 731,052 yen
First Term Final Exams begin in the third week of March.
Exams: 12 subjects over four days, three subjects per day.
Results announced in the middle of the following week.
Supplementary exams are held in the fourth week of April.
Exam breakdown:
Basics: 5 subjects
Law: 3 subjects
Simple / Tuning: 2 subjects
Complex / Literacy: 2 subjects
If you fail Basics or Law in the supplementary exams, repeating the year is confirmed.
When the final week of February arrived, an exam mood gradually settled over the school.
In this world, past exam papers and study guides did not exist.
The only source of information was stories from second-year students or repeaters about what kinds of questions had appeared before.
Conclat Fry of Medical Magic, who was intentionally repeating the year, was tall and handsome. Since his grades had originally been good, he was extremely popular.
Whenever recess came, girls surrounded him. Frankly, I was jealous.
However, some people were not swayed by that sort of thing.
The Royal Capital faction, for example.
And me, who belonged to no faction and had become a loner because of court trials and everything else.
The overwhelming difference between us was daily study habits.
For the Royal Capital faction, their leader Doris Möller gathered the faction children every night to review that day’s lessons and prepare for the next. Because of that, they supposedly did not need to study separately for exams.
Compared to them, I had neglected my studies completely for the sake of the Shishi-odoshi (deer scare) and the motor.
My only lifeline was Marie.
”My shoulders feel stiff,” Marie groaned.
”Yes, allow me to massage them,” I offered.
Sometimes we had comedy-routine exchanges like that.
”You are hopeless, Larry,” Nico sneered.
Even while Nico made fun of me, I still ended up massaging Marie’s shoulders.
Her communication skills were not to be underestimated.
Although we were together almost all the time, she somehow gathered exam information from who-knows-where.
Marie, with those invincible communication skills, also had one difficult problem.
Ilse Klein, who belonged to the same laboratory, was a Dwarf from Paltofelden, where Marie’s aunt Isabella had committed plunder.
I did not know exactly what had happened there, but apparently Ilse did not say a single word to Marie.
Furthermore, the person in charge of that classroom had resigned at the end of the year, and the busy Principal was now acting as a substitute.
As a result, the laboratory was technically open but effectively suspended.
After third period ended, regulations required both of them to stay in the laboratory until closing time, but apparently, they did not talk at all.
For the time being, the Principal had ordered them to do Kumite (Sparring), so they held hands and poured Mana into each other, but even that happened in silence.
”Honestly, I am at my limit with this crap,” Marie muttered.
That was her opinion on the matter.
Then a rumor spread that a Research Student would finally be assigned to their laboratory as well.
On the final day of February, classes and laboratory work ended in the morning.
I was returning from the administration building after collecting my part-time wages for filling Mana cells when I saw her.
Second Lieutenant Sabrina stood in the hallway of the administration building, wearing a plush, heavy Russian-style hat and a reverse-leather coat that seemed to reach the floor.
She sometimes came even out of uniform.
”Somehow, so cool…”
I approached, intending to say, “You look cool,” but she slapped me across the face.
It was an ultra-heavy concussive strike reinforced with Mana.
I was blown all the way to the front of the office.
If it had landed badly, I would have died.
Even so, because she was older and had always been polite and deferential toward me, I could not bring myself to start screaming at Second Lieutenant Sabrina.
”What is the matter, Sa—” I started.
As I tried to speak while standing up, I was kicked before I could finish.
Then came another kick.
I was kicked, stomped, and brutalized on the floor until I was beaten half senseless.
”Rhein, stop it,” the Principal barked.
The Principal’s voice rang out, and the assault stopped.
”Larry-kun, are you alright?” the Principal asked.
”Yeah… I will live,” I muttered.
”This is what happens when a human male speaks to me without knowing his place,” Rhein spat.
That was quite a thing to say.
However, although she lacked refinement, her facial features and structure clearly resembled Second Lieutenant Sabrina’s.
The Second Lieutenant was the Principal’s daughter.
”You went too far, Rhein,” the Principal barked.
”Then do not let Magic School trash speak to me casually, you old hag,” Rhein shot back.
Pulling away from the Principal, she tried to kick me again.
”Who is this person?” I demanded.
She was like a mad dog, and in front of the Principal, my own words turned rough as well.
”This is Rhein, Sabrina’s twin younger sister. She is currently working as a Research Student at the Magic Academy, and for one year, she will be taking charge of the exploration department’s laboratory here,” the Principal explained.
”What are you staring at? Are you Sabrina’s man or something? Huh?!” Rhein snarled.
What did she mean, “Huh?!”
”What a remarkably well-mannered child you have raised,” I sneered.
I said it with the sharpest irony I could manage.
Daughter or not, I could not understand how the Principal could allow such a rabid dog into the academy as a Research Student.
My anger toward the Principal boiled over, and my mouth moved before my restraint could catch up.
”Don’t you dare mock me, you bastard!” Rhein screamed.
Just as Rhein lunged toward me again, the Principal threw herself between us to break us apart.
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Summary:
Moving from the rigid administrative desks where his personal funding is denied, Larry returns to the grueling confines of the laboratory. His hyper-focused nature leads him through endless construction loops until a chance visual of children’s toy blocks changes his entirely stone-centric engineering philosophy. Shaving down Henrietta-san’s original golem to construct the prototype provides temporary physical success, yet the actual translation of this macro-vibration to a production-ready adult device remains an open puzzle
Larry uncovers massive deposits in his academy ledger resulting from past invention claims. The financial recovery is immediately paralyzed by a major asset hold stemming from outstanding personal debts. A sudden administrative crisis shifts attention to the incoming academy research staff when an unhinged family member instigates a violent confrontation in the hallway
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Trivia:
- The dark origin of the term ‘Flesh Market’ relating to families sold due to tax failure during December
- The nuance that Henrietta-san’s transport golem could originally only stomp its feet up and down
- The precision settings required for the magic iron sand engine configuration
- The specific fee scale of Getys House that blocks account withdrawals
- The author explicitly names switched reluctance motors as the primary mechanical element of focus
- The text implies the author creates both written content and attempts to source or consider structural diagrams for their technical entrie
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Character Insight:
Larry demonstrates total obsession over structural problems, ignoring major personal milestones like Marie’s pregnancy progress to fixate on the physical properties of p**sy willow wood.
Larry pivots from mechanical over-confidence into severe academic panic upon discovering his immediate retention risk, while displaying deep passive submission during unexpected domestic or administrative physical violence.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Grete – She is a small, stern‑looking woman with a prickly demeanor, serving as Uncle Klaus’s mistress and a highly capable clerk. Precise and efficient in her administrative work, she has taken refuge in the village to escape Aunt Camilla’s jealousy.
• Klaus – Uncle Klaus, thin and nervous, is the Thalbach family’s finance chief and vassal to Viscount Bizan, attending the wedding as a close relative. He wears a light‑grey cloak and a black hat trimmed with gold; deep dark circles shadow his high‑strung, exhausted face, worn by endless work and his wife’s jealousy. Larry and Hans despise him, and he is the narrator’s uncle living on the hill in the territorial capital. Larry’s uncle, a professional among noble colleagues, often closes his eyes when deep in thought or stressed.
• Larry – Larry Fee Getys is a tall, athletic Bizan Magic School student, protagonist, and Fifth Sage candidate. A reincarnated programmer and former slave-soldier with a weary, pragmatic internal monologue, he hides explosive strength behind plain workshop clothes. Cautious yet fierce for life, he uses messy, unromanticized combat and Level 3 Mana Draining while building innovative magitech. He lives with his wives Nico, Monica, Teressa, and Louise.
• Henrietta – An eccentric Bizan Magic School instructor under Prof. Pauman, she runs a Golem lab, rivals Line, owns Pamela, and obsessively researches ancient magic ships under intense military pressure. She sports disheveled hair, a black Gothic-Lolita outfit, and massive breasts. This teasing, mind-reading mentor to Larry—who calls her a pervert—struggles with a hangover, poor academic performance, and rigged systems while finding raw, submissive pleasure in mana manipulation.
• Romy – A flamboyant 16-year-old freshman, lab assistant, and Odonkor family member, she styles herself ‘von’ after her adoptive baron grandfather. Despite low Mana manipulation and a messy work style, she works in Henrietta’s lab after severe bullying in Baron Wilson’s territory. She shares a space with Larry, whom she passive-aggressively teases, and wears a strapless mermaid dress and heavy makeup hiding a cute face.
• Marie – Novakova, a spirited 15-year-old noblewoman and Isabella’s niece, is a sharp-tongued Bizan Magic School student who resembles Nico in a comical floral hairpiece. Fiercely protective of boyfriend Larry, whose child she carries, she lived with Nico and the protagonist for three months before Isabella picked her up to return home, leaving heavy bags behind and a complex dynamic with the protagonist.
• Nico – A petite, silver-haired General and Bizan Magic School student, Teressa’s cousin, and a Village Head Fee member with zero Mana and cold extremities. The anxious, blunt fabric merchant’s daughter plans to inherit the family business, despite an Amazoness clerk’s pursuit. She works as a domestic assistant and school laundry worker, planning to stay in her dorm until spring break to return home. Early-rising and practical, she relies on her confidante Marie and fears shopping district threats. She shares an intense, bed-sharing romantic bond with her savior, Larry, and is currently pregnant and increasingly anxious following his recent trial.
• Yutia – A hunched, muscularly distorted maid with fever‑scarred skin hidden under tangled hair serves the Getys household, tending livestock—especially Carpaccio—with quiet loyalty. Isolated by Larry’s rise and intimidated by Hans, she bonds deeply with the horses, gave Larry a braided hair charm, eats at the manor but stays emotionally distant. A young Getys woman, afflicted by abnormal muscle tension, recently shared her first intimate moment with Larry.
• 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.
• Monica – Sun-tanned, slender, tomboyish fifteen-year-old widow and childhood friend of Larry, missing a front tooth, she lost her husband Denis at Vod Fortress and now raises her twin children while wet-nursing her infant niece Maria; observant, assertive in negotiations, and the household’s weary voice of reason, she manages domestic life with bitter authority, haunted by survival fears and Larry’s neglect—so much so she gave up her son—and offers the narrator early-filtered apple cider as a quiet, poignant farewell at the station.
• Sabrina – Haas, a female Dwarf Second Lieutenant in the Arsenal Bureau’s Magic Weapon Department, wears a plush Russian hat, a reverse-leather coat, and has thick, curly chestnut hair. The Principal’s estranged daughter, she specializes in mechanical engineering and coordinates secret national prototype tech. While evaluating ball bearings with Larry, she shows a warm, reluctant sentiment when parting.
• Getys – Protagonist Larry Fee Getys, a youth from Strock Village in the Viscounty of Bizan, carries a family name of rugged warriors like Hardy and Denis. Raised by aunts Alisa and Monica, his academy-recognized noble lineage is invoked by court officials to declare his innocence and is appended to the full formal signature of Teressa, who married into the house.
• Isabella – Towering and muscular in a jet-black and gold uniform, Marie’s aunt is a battle-hardened Royal Army Second Lieutenant with a facial scar and a low growl. Commander of the region-annexing Weasels of Bohemia, this masterful spear combatant uses her noble VIP status to personally escort her niece from her parents’ estate to facilitate Marie’s pivotal move to the prestigious Magic Academy.
• Fee – Larry Fee Getys, of the court-recognized Fee lineage, leads the Getys household in governing Strock Village alongside Hans and Iffens. Embodying structured, traditional authority, his ancestral family—including Teressa, who carries the formal name—manages regional financial developments. To reinforce their noble stature, they recently hired the maid Nico to serve Teressa.
• Adolf – The behind-the-scenes boss of the Viscounty of Bizan owns a central local shop that doubles as an intelligence hub. Dressed in high-quality luxury clothing, he radiates a polite yet dangerous aura. He maintains crucial connections with powerful mercenary figures, positioning himself and his establishment at the very heart of regional events.
• Marc – The second son of a noble family and grandson of Marquis Harritz. He wore a mask while riding into the Magic School courtyard and is known for having performed a dogeza apology.
• Conclat – Tall male student repeating a year, he acts as mediator and leader among older peers, de‑escalating conflicts and serving as the calm counterbalance to Dominique’s aggression. He also holds the post of Student Council secretary.
• Möller – Doris carries a family name indicating a lineage associated with the school’s upper social hierarchy. It establishes her formal identity within student records as the academy’s top freshman, defining her elite status and relationships among her peers.
• Doris – Mueller, a flashy blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty from the Royal Capital, tops her magic academy class hierarchy. She ties back her hair to highlight her small head and large eyes, wearing intricate ornaments and modest makeup to mask a calculating, sharp personality behind a polite facade. Elite and provocative, she uses skin-contact magic to read thoughts while subtly prying into Larry’s affairs.
• Klein – The Klein family name, carried by Ilse. The lineage is tied to the Olden region and its coal mines.
• Ilse – A girl of the Dwarf race with a connection to the mining town of Partofelden. She serves as a central figure for the local student group.
• Principal – The mother of Line and the administrative head of the institution. She exercises authoritative control over research assignments and seeks to trade Larry for Ilse Klein due to interpersonal conflicts in her laboratories. The mother of Sabrina and Rhein who intervenes during Rhein’s violent corridor assault to break up the confrontation.
• Rhein – The twin younger sister of Sabrina and a research student at the Magic Academy who violently assaults Larry in the hallway with Mana-infused strikes due to her extreme prejudice against human males. A Dwarf woman who is twenty-six years old. She is the twin sister of Second Lieutenant Sabrina, graduated as the runner-up from the Rosenstein Magic School, entered the Magic Academy through a recommendation, and remains there as a Research Student studying alchemy and resonance systems under Professor Hoffman.
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