Volume 2 Chapter 4 The Rite
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
On the very day I married into the Getys family, the maid Sandra rebelled.
I suppose I can’t blame her for being unable to accept the new order of things.
A fourteen-year-old brat had just walked in and declared himself the head of a house that, until now, had been managed by capable adults.
From her perspective as a member of the household, I could see why she was upset.
But it wasn’t as if I had come here because I wanted to.
Despite that, she let her emotions get the better of her and shoved Monica.
In response, I seized her wrist and began draining her Mana¹ to rob her of her freedom.
I didn’t hold back, flooding her crotch with a massive surge of Mana. I overdid it.
I only meant to give her a scare, but I ended up making her wet herself.
”I wonder if that maid from earlier will say she’s leaving,” Sister-in-law said.
She sounded worried, but what’s done is done. If she wants to quit and walk out, then I’ll just have to recruit a new servant or buy a slave.
”I’m going to go shovel snow.”
I ignored Sister-in-law’s words and headed toward the front door.
The snow that had fallen since last night was already knee-deep. In this village, there’s a custom where everyone pitches in to clear the paths once the accumulation starts causing problems.
The Getys estate sits between a hill and an irrigation canal, roughly two meters wide, which is fed by the Rhodes River. All the houses along the base of the hill follow the same layout, built in that strip of land between the slope and the water.
The house at the easternmost edge—closest to Honjo—belongs to Bours-san. Because of this, every house has its own bridge crossing the canal. Once you cross the bridge, there is a road that runs along the water, as well as several farm roads that cut straight through the fields to the main highway.
Those farm roads aren’t as wide as the highway, but they’re broad enough for a carriage to pass.
By the way, there is one vacant house upstream of the irrigation canal from the Getys house. The family there was wiped out in the previous plague, making our house the western edge of the village. Because of that, Monica had been complaining that our stretch of the highway was much longer than anyone else’s.
Our operation was a three-stage formation. Yutia led the ox, which pulled a triangular wooden frame—similar to a leaf-scatterer—to plow the fresh snow to the sides of the road. Then, Niko and I followed behind with shovels to clear the remains, while Monica and Sister-in-law finished it off with brooms.
We were about halfway down the farm road when the two maids emerged from the house. Lili, the older, plumper one, took over for Sister-in-law, who was starting to look haggard. Sandra—the one I’d had the “incident” with—snatched the shovel out of the elderly Niko’s hands and began working in total silence.
”Thanks,” I said.
She didn’t give me an answer. Still, with their help, we managed to clear the entire farm road in under thirty minutes. We stopped to catch our breath.
”Are the fields on both sides of this road all ours?” I asked Monica.
”Hardly,” Monica replied. “Our land goes from the road in front of our house to the west, all the way to the next farm road.”
Apparently, when the Getys family first settled here, they owned that entire massive triangular plot bounded by the farm road, the highway, and the canal. But during an epidemic even older than the one four years ago, the two Getys branches were reduced to one. They sold off the empty house and half the land, though even that buyer ended up dying out in the most recent plague.
Since the neighbor’s house was gone and the fields and hillside apple orchards were going to waste, Denis—the previous master—had wanted to buy them back. He’d been trying to hire more help for that reason, but no one ever applied.
”With just the few of us, we honestly can’t manage it all,” Monica said.
She was right. Even with our numbers growing, this much land was too much to handle. I have to go to school, Sister-in-law is tied up with her work for the Village Head, and Niko and Yutia are an old man and a person with a disability—hardly the “main force” of a farm. I’d even heard a rumor that a tenant farmer named Celt-san might buy it.
”Also, the strip of land between the highway and the Rhodes River is ours too, but the drainage is way too good there.”
That narrow stretch was currently hidden under the snow, but it was mostly overgrown with weeds and some small trees. Lili mentioned that they used to grow turnips and peas there in the old days, but it had been barren since shortly before Monica married into the family.
As we stood talking, the sweat on my skin started to chill, so we got back to work. The Rock Salt Road² is wide, so clearing it with the ox required several passes. Plus, our section went all the way to the village outskirts. It was a long haul.
”Have you really been doing this every year?” I asked.
”Well, it only snows this hard a few times a year,” Monica said. “And the Master was a very hard worker.”
(How is a “new” husband supposed to respond to that?)
”This is where we turn back,” Monica said.
We had reached the very edge of the village. From this point on—all the way to the Seiren Village checkpoint where we did our militia drilling—the road maintenance was the responsibility of the village as a whole.
I remember back when my grandfather was still alive, he’d modified a leaf-scatterer into a snow-plow and cleared the way for a bit just so he could cut some brush for winter fuel.
We finished the Getys’ assigned section, including the canal road, and headed back. On the way, we saw our neighbors just starting their shoveling.
”Lili, Sandra, go help them out. We’ll handle the cleanup here.”
Monica stopped before we crossed our bridge and gave the order. The two maids hurried over to help the neighbors as if they already knew the situation.
”The master over there hasn’t been doing well,” Monica whispered.
When she had gone to ask them to attend the ceremony a few days ago, Monica told me his face was jaundiced. “His wife came by recently to say he wouldn’t be able to make it.”
They have an eight-year-old heir, so the house isn’t in danger of dying out, but I couldn’t help but feel like this wasn’t just someone else’s problem.
Today wasn’t just our wedding; it was a triple-header. It was also Hans-niisan’s wedding and the official inauguration for the new Village Head. Under normal circumstances, the whole village would be celebrating, but today we’d only invited the Elders’ Council and a few close friends.
The village is still rebuilding from the recent battle, so we’re keeping the festivities low-key. The “real” party will be in the New Year, but since I’m leaving for school, we had to get the formal rite out of the way now.
There was also the practical issue that the banquet hall on the second floor of Granny Ferris’s inn was small and had only just been repaired after being burned. If we packed too many people in there, the floor might actually give way.
We went home, changed into our formal clothes, and walked back along the freshly cleared roads. I was accompanied by Monica, Sister-in-law, and two-year-old Alisa—who was set to become my Primary Wife³.
When we arrived at Granny’s, Uncle Klaus-san was there, along with some people I was meeting for the first time. There was the father of Sister-in-law Ursula, and Alisa’s uncle, who was a rock salt merchant.
The banquet hall was filled with tables and chairs. Most people were standing around chatting, but Uncle Klaus-san was sitting by himself with his head in his hands. He’d made such a fuss about not being able to come; if he was that exhausted, he really shouldn’t have pushed himself.
The man who really stood out was Ursula’s father. Their home is near the northern coast, so it must have taken him at least two weeks by carriage to get here.
He’d received a letter from his daughter saying she wanted to get married, but he didn’t know any of the details. He happened to be visiting Uncle Klaus-san on business when he heard the wedding date was already set.
So, he’d rushed to the village with the salt merchant. He’d arrived this morning after we’d already left the house, so he had no idea about the drama that had gone down.
Hans-niisan told me the poor guy had been bawling his eyes out ever since he got here. He was overwhelmed by the sight of the daughter he thought would never find a husband finally dressed as a bride.
”I heard he was a bit ‘unique,’ but this is something else,” Hans-niisan whispered.
He was wearing formal attire for once. The father-in-law noticed us and approached, his face a complete mess of tears. Niisan immediately slunk away, leaving me to face the man alone.
”So, you’re Larry-kun, the one becoming Ursula’s brother-in-law?”
He reached out and grabbed my right hand with both of his, pumping it up and down violently. He was actually dripping snot.
”Please, I beg you, take care of my daughter!”
”Likewise… I look forward to our families being joined,” I managed to say.
I get that he’s happy, but talking to this guy was a chore. I tried to make polite conversation and escape, but he trapped me. He launched into an endless, rapid-fire lecture about how Ursula had been such a “gifted child” since she was a little girl.
I wasn’t interested at all. I looked around desperately and saw Tim walk in. He’s my age, so I used him as an excuse to finally break free.
”Yo,” I said to Tim. He was dressed in much nicer clothes than me, and I was supposed to be one of the stars of the show.
”Look at you in those fancy threads. Is the sugar business really that profitable?”
”Oh, it’s great. I can’t stop laughing,” Tim replied. “But listen, apparently sugar beets can grow in the North, too. Once everyone starts planting them, the price is going to tank. You need to get in on this, Larry. Fast.”
He’s a good guy, even if he is a bit of an idiot—warning me the price will drop while simultaneously telling me to compete with him.
”Larry, it’s time. Get over here.”
Niisan called me over to the head of the room in front of the north window. Celt-san directed the guests to their seats and took his place next to Niisan to act as the master of ceremonies.
”We shall now begin the wedding rites for the Fee family and the Ullman family, followed by the union of the Getys family and the Fee family.”
On cue, Daniel-san the Dwarf began to play the marimba, accompanied by the airy notes of Granny Ferris’s flute.
”Entry of the Priest, Johann Rosen.”
The Village Head from the neighboring village marched in wearing a ridiculous hat and stood between Niisan and me.
”And now, the entry of the brides.”
The room wasn’t very big. Ursula and her father appeared at the top of the stairs across from us. They began to walk down the “V-card road”⁴ that had been cleared through the center of the room.
Her father was still sobbing as Ursula walked beside him, her hand resting on his arm. Following them was Alisa. She was being led by her uncle, her tiny steps so wobbly it looked like she might trip at any second.
Behind her came Monica and Sister-in-law, both in white dresses, their faces hidden behind veils. It was the same wedding dress Sister-in-law had worn four years ago when she first came to join Iffens-niisan.
My heart had been stolen then, but this time, she was wearing it for me. I had to force myself not to stare at her too much, shifting my gaze back to Ursula.
A few steps before reaching Niisan, the father and daughter stopped. Ursula gave her father a bow, and the man broke down into loud wailing as she took her place beside Hans.
Uncle Klaus-san finally stepped in, putting a hand on the old man’s shoulder to lead him to a chair. Alisa gave her uncle a cute little bow, and then Monica scooped her up. Together, the three of them—Monica, Alisa, and Sister-in-law—stood beside me.
The ceremony itself was brief. Johann Rosen read the vows, and we each answered with a “I do.” Then came the lifting of the veils and the kiss to seal the oath. Since I had three brides, my turn took a little longer.
I gave Alisa a light kiss on the cheek while Monica held her. When I lifted Monica’s veil, she flashed me a wide grin—I was a bit startled to see she had a front tooth missing. But when I leaned in, she closed her eyes properly, so I pressed my lips to hers. Then came Sister-in-law. I was incredibly nervous. As our lips met in an awkward, fumbling kiss, the tension suddenly snapped.
(I want to pull her close. I want to wrap my arms around her and push my tongue deep into her mouth.)
Of course, I couldn’t do anything like that in front of people.
Once the wedding concluded, it was time for Hans-niisan’s appointment ceremony.
To my utter shock, Hans-niisan actually knelt before Uncle Klaus-san—the very man he’d despised so fiercely.
I watched with my heart in my throat as Uncle Klaus-san read the appointment decree aloud.
He took a sword I recognized from somewhere and tapped Hans-niisan lightly on the shoulders twice.
Remaining in his kneeling position, my brother recited his oath of acceptance and took the sword with both hands.
And just like that, it was over.
I heard afterward that Sister-in-law, Granny Ferris, Bours-san, and Daniel-san had all been just as worried as I was.
As the banquet kicked off, the room naturally split into three distinct circles.
The first was the “adult” huddle: the newlyweds, Sister-in-law Ursula’s father Johann-san, and Uncle Klaus-san.
The second group consisted of Alberto-san, Hans-niisan’s two lackeys, and Celt-san.
Finally, there was our family: Hardy-san—the rock salt merchant who was either a much older brother-in-law or an uncle—along with the usual Granny Ferris, my old battlefield superior Bours-san, my comrade Daniel-san, and Tim, who was my age.
After a while, I made my way over to pay my respects to the adults.
It was then that I first learned Ursula-Sister-in-law’s father was named Torge Ullman.
He ran a business processing and wholesaling amber harvested from the northern coast to the Besanburg Magic School⁵.
”So,” Torge asked. “When are you heading to Besanburg?”
”If the weather holds, I plan to leave on the twentieth,” I answered.
”I see,” Uncle Klaus-san said. “Make sure you stop by to say hello when you arrive. And you’d better visit the Kneff family—Teressa’s parents—too.”
I didn’t exactly want to, but it was a reasonable request, so I gave a dutiful, “Yes.”
”And what business takes Larry-kun to Besanburg?” Torge asked.
”He’s enrolling in the Magic School,” my uncle replied, sounding a bit disgruntled.
”The Besanburg Magic School, is it?” Torge said. “My company actually supplies them with amber. I’m on quite good terms with the Headmaster, Lady Annerose. Though, I hadn’t heard anything about a male student being admitted this year.”
”It was a special recommendation⁶,” my uncle added, his expression souring further.
”That’s impressive,” Torge replied. “It’s been quite some time since they’ve done that. Whose recommendation was it, exactly?”
”The King and the Commander of the Golem Battalion⁷,” Klaus said.
My uncle’s tone was dismissive, almost reckless.
I glanced at the “Amber Man” and saw a face of pure, unadulterated disbelief.
(Well, if he doesn’t want to believe it, that’s fine by me.)
”Father, it’s true,” Ursula-Sister-in-law interrupted. “I’ve seen the letter of recommendation myself.”
Doubtful, Torge turned to his new son-in-law, Hans-niisan, who simply nodded in silence.
Johann-san, who already knew the story, nodded as well.
Finally, when his gaze landed on me, I gave a firm nod of my own.
”I can’t believe it… a boy this young?” Torge muttered.
(He doesn’t have to believe it. In fact, I’d prefer if he just forgot the whole thing.)
”He’s even been granted an audience⁸,” Klaus added.
I ended up having to explain the entire ordeal to this bewildered middle-aged man.
Even after the explanation, he just fell into a stunned silence.
”That reminds me, I had something to ask Johann-san,” I said.
I asked him if Rudy, who I’d escaped with back in Kiridal, had made it safely through Mauer Village back to Heberich Village.
”You’ve got that ‘Viscount’s Treasure Sword⁹,’ don’t you?” Johann-san asked.
”It looks exactly like the one I just handed to Hans,” Hans said.
Hans-niisan pulled out the sword to show me, and the memory clicked.
It was the sword I’d received in Besanburg on my way home.
”As long as you carry that, you don’t need a transit permit in the Viscount’s lands, and they can’t charge you a toll,” Johann-san explained.
(Well, that’s handy.)
”Listen, Larry,” Uncle Klaus-san insisted. “When you head to Besanburg, make sure you’re wearing that ‘Viscount’s Treasure Sword.’”
I nodded.
Apparently, it had some serious perks.
During the move, I hadn’t realized how important it was and had completely forgotten which box I’d tucked it into.
”By the way, Larry,” Hans-niisan said, completely out of the blue. “Do you want to buy that plot of land on the west side of your place?”
”I heard a rumor Celt-san was going to buy it,” I said.
”Nah, Celt is buying a house in Dish Basin,” Hans said. “He’s submitting the paperwork at the year-end market.”
That made sense—it explained why Celt-san had been hanging around Alberto-san.
But even so, I didn’t think the Getys family had enough people to manage that much land, especially since I’d be gone for two years.
”Well,” Johann-san added, nodding. “At the town meetings in Obernbach, they’ve been making a huge fuss about taking in refugees. They’re constantly asking if there are any vacant houses or open land.”
It seemed Hans-niisan hated the idea of people who didn’t even speak the language moving into the village.
He was practically ordering me to buy it.
”Why don’t you buy it, Brother? Since you’re the Village Head’s house,” I said.
”Don’t be stupid,” Hans replied. “If my house bought land that far away, everyone would see right through the cover story.”
I didn’t think he should be saying that right in front of Johann-san, a Village Head from elsewhere, but my brother didn’t seem to care.
”Even so, I’m gone for two years. We don’t have the manpower,” I said.
”War slaves are selling for a discount these days,” Johann-san added.
(I really wish he wouldn’t give my brother ideas like that.)
”I… I need to talk it over with the family first,” I said.
At that, Hans-niisan called over Sister-in-law and Monica and laid out the situation.
Granny and the others wandered over to see what the commotion was, and soon Alberto-san and his crew had surrounded us too.
”So, Brother-in-law, how much are we talking?” Monica asked.
”Teressa probably knows,” Hans replied.
(The man’s irresponsibility hadn’t changed a bit, even with a title.)
”I believe it was seventy-five gold coins,” Teressa said.
”Fine. We’ll buy it,” Monica said.
Her instant decision shocked everyone.
”R-Right,” Hans-niisan stammered.
”Yes. But you’ll be providing a loan for some of it, right?” Monica asked.
”Of course! Right, Teressa?” Hans said.
(I was surprised by how Monica was handling this, but even more surprised that Hans hadn’t learned a single thing about his job.)
”Yes,” Teressa confirmed. “The regulations allow for a loan of thirty coins over five years. That shouldn’t be a problem.”
”Then it’s a deal. We’re buying it,” Monica said.
As the brand-new head of the household, I had no idea how to react.
I’d somehow been saddled with a massive debt on my very wedding day.
The banquet blurred on after that, and by the time the curtain of night fell, things finally began to wind down.
We walked the snow-dusted highway back home, the four of us lit by the magic lamps we’d borrowed from Granny.
”Alisa! We bought land!” Monica cheered.
”Bought land!” Alisa echoed.
The two of them were doubled over laughing for some reason.
”Is this really okay?” I whispered to Sister-in-law.
”It’s not okay,” she admitted. “But I just remembered—there was a rule that someone who’s been granted an audience can borrow up to a hundred gold coins.”
(Great. But do we have any way of actually paying it back?)
Ignoring my mounting anxiety, we got home and a hyperactive Monica demanded I boil water for a bath.
I argued that we’d bathed yesterday, but she wouldn’t hear it, insisting today was a special anniversary.
Once it was hot, she shouted for everyone to get in.
Niko wisely made an escape, but Sister-in-law, Monica, Alisa, Lili, Yutia, and Sandra all headed for the bathhouse.
”You’re coming too!” Monica yelled.
I was dragged into the shack, stripped bare, and thrust into a naked festival with the women of my house.
It was, quite frankly, a feast for the eyes.
Sister-in-law was as stunning as ever, and Monica’s body was incredibly toned.
Sandra had an unexpectedly erotic figure, and Lili’s “double hills” were practically monstrous as they swayed.
”Hey, why did you go three rounds yesterday?” Monica blurted out suddenly.
”I hope you’ve saved enough for tonight,” Monica added.
”I hope so too!” Alisa mimicked, laughing without a clue what it meant.
”Wait, I get him tomorrow, right?” Lili asked. “I mean, I was made to lose control of myself, after all.”
”I guess it can’t be helped,” Monica conceded. “But you’ll have to share with Lili.”
Monica was sounding like a seasoned brothel madam.
Something told me life-altering decisions were being made without my input.
Well, looking at Sandra, I really hoped she’d stick around.
(With a body that erotic, I definitely didn’t want to let her go.)
”U-Um… me too…” Yutia whispered.
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Summary:
Larry asserts dominance over the maid Sandra through a surge of Mana while the household prepares for a winter snow-clearing operation. The group travels to Granny Ferris’s inn for a triple ceremony involving Hans’s marriage and Larry’s formal union with three brides. Guests from the northern coast arrive, bringing emotional baggage and business talk regarding the regional sugar trade
Larry navigates a complex social landscape during Hans-niisan’s appointment banquet, dealing with skeptical in-laws and unexpected real estate pressures. Monica abruptly commits the household to a massive debt to purchase land intended for refugees. The evening culminates in a boisterous communal bath where Larry’s domestic life takes an increasingly polyamorous and sexually charged turn
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Trivia:
- The Getys family acreage was previously much larger but was sold due to population decline from past plagues
- Lili mentions traditional crops like peas and turnips were once grown on the Rhodes River land
- The banquet hall floor is structurally compromised from previous fire damage
- Ursula’s father’s arrival was a coincidence linked to a business trip with Alisa’s uncle
- The mention of war slaves being at a discount suggests a recent or ongoing conflict affecting the economy.
- The Viscount’s Treasure Sword acts as a legal ‘get out of jail free’ card for tolls and permits.
- Torge Ullman’s connection to the Magic School principal, Lady Annerose, provides a future social hook for Larry’s enrollment
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Character Insight:
Larry exhibits a clinical detachment when using his powers but shows significant suppressed sexual desire for his former sister-in-law during the wedding kiss.
Monica transitions from a new bride to a dominant financial decision-maker, while Larry’s passive compliance suggests a shift toward a harem-style household dynamic where he is managed by his partners.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Sandra – A maid employed by the Getys family. She initially rebels against the protagonist’s authority before being forcefully subdued through Mana manipulation. The tallest woman in the Getys house with bronze hair reaching her shoulders and a large chest emphasized by a wool sweater. She is a bondservant with a rough temperament who was forced into service at fourteen due to her parents’ debt.
• Getys – The Getys family, a once‑thriving Strock Village lineage that arrived after the original four families, now bears the name carried by Alisa and Monica; its members — Hardy and his late brother Denis — were known for their rugged, weather‑worn appearance and a heritage of combat and trade. Plagued by disease and war, the clan has been drastically thinned, leaving its survival precarious, while the household is in transition after the death of its former masters.
• Monica – Sun-tanned, tomboyish fifteen-year-old widow and member of the Getys household, one of Larry’s wives, missing a front tooth; she lost her husband Denis in the Battle of Vod Fortress, now raises her twin children and cares for infant niece Maria as wet nurse, while managing the household’s domestic atmosphere with weary authority, bitter over Larry’s neglect and haunted by anxiety over her family’s survival—so much so she gave up her son, embodying war’s quiet devastation on non-combatants.
• Sister-in-law – A woman who embraces the protagonist from behind, exuding a sweet scent. She has been struggling with the emotional shock of leaving Lyrica and Maria behind in Besanburg, leading to a temporary period of intimacy avoidance and separate rooms before reconciling in a mixed bath.
• 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.
• Bours – Tall, scarred, in a faded Royal Army uniform, Sullen Bours is a 46‑year‑old human yeoman who manages orchards and vineyards. A retired Western Front captain and Royal Military Academy alumnus who served under Duke Gerhard, he heads the 303rd Militia on the Elders’ Council, is married to Sheeta‑san, father of a conscripted son, and once saved Larry and Rudy.
• Yutia – A hunched, muscularly distorted maid with fever-scarred features hidden beneath her hair, once Teressa’s servant, now quietly serves the Getys household, tending livestock—especially Carpaccio—and managing chores with dexterous loyalty. Though isolated by Larry’s rising status and intimidated by Hans, she retains deep emotional bonds with the horses and once gave Larry a braided hair charm for battle, eating at the manor yet remaining emotionally distant from its inner circle.
• Niko – An elderly, dignified former slave and former head butcher, now the oldest male servant of the Fee family. He assists the move, drives the carriage, shovels snow, and prefers the stable loft near the animals. Loyal to Larry, he encourages the young man’s rite of passage and follows him to the new Getys household.
• Lili – A thirty-five-year-old bondservant who is slightly plump and has a large chest. She is described as quiet and handles the majority of the housework. An older, plump maid serving the Getys household.
• Denis – A yeoman farmer who was killed alongside Iffens.
• 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.
• Celt – In his twenties, he now works as a yeoman and leads the Second Squad, overseeing Strock Village’s fortifications. Dressed in simple work clothes, he’s a calm, kind sandal‑maker and translator of Bours’s jargon, quietly admiring Teressa‑san’s skill. Once a militia squad leader in the 303rd Unit, he earned his land with reward money and remains the village’s trusted gossip source.
• Hans – Hans-niisan, the rugged 17‑year‑old, nearly 2 m tall and over 100 kg, heir to the Kessler estate and elder brother of Larry, part of the Fee family. He recently accepted the Village Head role, rough‑coarse yet charismatic, with a monster‑hunting past; his decisive, aggressive brother refuses the headship, while Hans‑niisan enforces the Village Head’s will and holds his own wedding alongside his sibling.
• Ferris – Granny Ferris, an ageless elf over two hundred years old with the youthful appearance of a woman in her early thirties, runs an inn and formerly served as the first Commander of the Golem Battalion in the Kingdom of Schuberitz Army. She often wears provocative black one-piece dresses and plays the transverse flute, speaks bluntly, claims to know Larry’s grandfather, and is the elderly woman Martin hopes to marry—once a close associate of the Second Sage.
• Alisa – A two-year-old girl who has been designated as Larry’s Primary Wife. She is shy, fearful of strangers, and hides behind her mother’s legs when greeted. A two-year-old girl who is designated as Larry’s Primary Wife. She is the niece of a rock salt merchant.
• Ursula – Ursula Ullman, 28, tall and dark‑haired, is the virgin former maid of Aunt Camilla and now Hans’s fiancée. Daughter of a northern‑coast man, she was a gifted child, joins him at breakfast, and prepares to become the new Village Head’s wife, a union strained by family intrigue.
• Klaus – Uncle Klaus-san, thin and nervous, is the Thalbach family’s finance head and vassal to Viscount Bizan, attending the wedding as a close relative. He wears a light grey cloak and a black hat adorned with gold ornaments; deep dark circles shadow his high-strung face, worn down by overwhelming workloads and his wife’s jealousy. Larry and Hans both dislike him.
• Larry – 14‑year‑old third son of Strock Village Head, reddish‑white skin, curly bronze hair, bronze eyes. Slave‑soldier in Militia Unit 303, Mage Lv 3, hosts a 40‑yr‑old Sage’s mind, fire magic, mana sensing. Married into Getys, manipulates mana for warmth, close with sister‑in‑law, preparing wedding with Monica & Teressa, suspected Fifth Sage.
• 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.
• Ullman – The family name carried by Torge and Ursula. The lineage is associated with the amber trade and processing in the northern coastal regions.
• Fee – The Fee family name, carried by Larry, Hans, and Iffens. The family is central to the governance of Strock Village.
• Daniel – A white‑haired dwarf with a thick mane, over 100 years old, migrated from Kiridal’s southern mines to Strock Village, where he runs a blacksmith shop opposite Granny Ferris. He forges weapons, serves on the council, teaches that a strong grip fuels mana, is an elder, and is famed for his trademark laugh and marimba playing at weddings.
• Johann – Massive‑framed chief of Mauer Village, Larry’s father, he bears the weight of leadership and tax season. Stern and pragmatic, he enforces harsh military realities while protecting his people as war looms. Also village head of a neighboring settlement and officiates wedding ceremonies.
• Rosen – Johann, a priest and neighboring Village Head of Mauer, bears the Rosen family name; his lineage traditionally leads the village, and he is recognized by his solemn robes and quiet authority among villagers.
• Iffens – Eldest son of the Fee family, village head of Strock Village and older brother to Larry, he fell in battle. Remembered as a solemn, battle‑scarred figure, his death casts a heavy emotional shadow over the household and fuels Yutia’s fear.
• Alberto – A 17‑year‑old red‑haired human, over 2 m tall and >100 kg, with monstrous strength, formerly a delinquent and now an elder on the temporary Elders’ Council. He questions Larry’s future as Village Head, is engaged to Mary Eisner, and is a renowned combatant known to Larry and Hans.
• Hardy – A young rock salt merchant of the Feller Trading Company. He is sharp, composed, and carries himself with a professional air that earns Johann’s respect.
• Torge – The father of Ursula and an amber merchant who wholesales goods from the northern coast to the Besanburg Magic School. He is skeptical of Larry’s young age and achievements until confirmed by witnesses.
• Teressa – Blonde short‑haired, big‑chested village head with golden lashes and piercing blue eyes, she wears a wool jacket over a blouse with a split button. Widow of former head Iffens, mother of Lyrica & Maria, pregnant with Larry’s child, sister‑in‑law of Monica and close to Hans. Lived with the family >4 years, taught by Henrietta, shares Mana with Larry, steady yet vulnerable, motherly‑alluring, sharp‑mischievous, grounding force.
• Commander – A man leading the mercenary press-gang at the south gate.
• Mauer – A stout man from the Rosen family with thin, downy white hair. He wears a beige dalmatica.
• Rudy – Fourteen-year-old black-haired militia recruit from Heberich Village, formerly of Garao, now wood-hauls with Larry as his brother-in-arms; grandson of a hunter, he knows forest creatures, excels at math, and code-switches dialects to negotiate, yet struggles with armor, horses, and formal settings. Filthy and traumatized, he mocks Larry’s condition but fiercely protects him amid captivity, visits daily, and devised a hidden-trail escape. Holds elitist views of Strock Village, understands northern trade and Al-miraJ biology, and despite his immaturity and war anxiety, remains Larry’s most loyal, if flawed, guardian.
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