Volume 2 Chapter 51 The River Crossing
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
While the King was away leading a personal expedition to suppress the rebellion in Straba Province, the Royal Capital was struck.
The identity of the attacker remains unclear.
I currently stand with members of the Arsenal Bureau and the Magic Armored Division, on the opposite bank of the Danube River, looking back at the capital. Several pillars of black smoke rise into the sky from the city, and red flames are visible beneath them.
Small groups of refugees are forming and crossing the bridge from the far side. I suspect they’re headed here because there is a training ground behind the Magic Armored Division’s headquarters, which has been designated as an evacuation zone in the event of an emergency.
”Mercenaries who don’t speak our language are pouring in,” a man nearby muttered.
”What language is that?” another asked.
”It’s Cossack,” the first replied. “Haritz’s bastard must have invited them in.”
Voices with uncertain intent echo around me.
”Haritz” likely refers to Marquis Harritz. He is a relative of the royal family, the grandfather of the current Crown Prince, and the father of the King’s third wife. The current Marquis is the son of the Third Sage1 who contributed immensely to this kingdom’s finances. His pedigree is beyond reproach, yet he has plenty of issues.
His grandson, Marcus, is a man who seems to have condensed every vice inherent to the aristocracy. He kidnapped Nico, who had become my attendant in Besanburg, and because I took her back, he held a grudge and dragged me into court for “disrespecting the nobility.” What’s more, it wasn’t Marcus who filed the suit, but his grandfather, Marquis Harritz, who forced the proceedings through and even tried to have me sentenced to death for standing up to his grandson. By some stroke of luck, it became a duel trial, and since I won, it ended well, but I was fully prepared for death back then. Consequently, I hold nothing but a negative impression of him.
However, thinking about it coolly, Marquis Harritz’s grandson, the Crown Prince, is set to ascend to the throne eventually. I question whether he truly needs to stir up unnecessary trouble.
Even with the King away on a campaign, this is the Royal Capital of the Kingdom of Schuberitz, a nation known by its neighbors to be a powerhouse. Yet, it has actually been set ablaze, and looting is surely rampant beneath those rising columns of black smoke. The nation is far too lax.
”It’s the Cossacks! The Cossacks are attacking!”
A tall man is shouting amidst the fleeing crowd. The Cossacks are something akin to a self-defense militia that also operates as mercenary groups in the southern parts of the Empire of Rus.
”Has the Empire of Rus invaded?”
”Then what is the Ninth Division doing?”
”What was the Fourth Company doing?”
These voices swirl around in the chaos.
The Empire of Rus is a major power sharing a border with the kingdom’s northeast. However, the territory that actually borders them is the former Kingdom of Larland, which was absorbed by the Empire. I’ve heard that due to failures following the annexation, the hearts of the people have turned, security has deteriorated, and industry has declined. In other words, it was thought unlikely that an attack would come from that direction.
The Ninth Division is the Royal Army unit tasked with defending that border, and the Fourth Company is one of the four companies that constituted the former Golems Battalion. They work in tandem with the Sixth Division, which is responsible for the south, to guard the border with the Empire of Rus.
”It’s the Cossacks! The Cossacks are attacking!”
The tall man is shouting again.
I’ve seen this guy somewhere.
I remember now. He was the next guy after the lean, muscular one who came out after Marcus in the duel trial. He swung a sword around, but he was a clumsy fool who slipped and fell on his own; I remember stepping on his face with my bare feet and draining his mana.
Noticing my gaze, the man initially tried to play dumb, but when I glared at him, he started to hurry past.
”That guy’s an enemy. Catch him!”
I point and yell while chasing after him. The man tries to push through the crowd to escape, but the female engineers of the Magic Armored Division swarm him, catch him, drain his mana, and knock him unconscious.
”This guy is one of Marquis Harritz’s guards,” one of the engineers shouts, ripping the dog tag from the unconscious man’s neck.
”What does this mean?”
”Guess we’ll have to ask inside his head,” says Elna Neumul, the Facility Manager of the Magic Armored Division headquarters, appearing with her gold-plated accessories, though I don’t know when she arrived.
”Bring him.”
The captured guard is dragged away by the female engineers.
”Hey, what do we do?”
”Should we go take a look at the city?”
”My parents are there.”
Worried for their families, these conversations pop up among the Arsenal Bureau personnel, right as Second Lieutenant Veronia, dressed in pink, returns.
”Close the bridge!”
She screams from horseback, heading toward us across the bridge.
”She said to close the bridge,” one worker noted.
”But the refugees are still trying to get across!” another replied.
The bridge, about a kilometer long, is packed with people in the clothes on their backs, people hauling goods on wagons, and all sorts of others. When they hear the Second Lieutenant, the people—likely thinking they will be stopped—start walking faster all at once. People fall, children wail, and angry shouts fill the air.
”Second Lieutenant, there are still people on the bridge!” someone protests to the officer giving the orders from her horse after she finishes crossing.
”Fool! Don’t you realize that taking care of these refugees is draining our combat strength? That’s the enemy’s strategy. There are people inducing them to head here instead of other shelters.”
Was that tall guard doing that? Using the fear of “Cossacks” to incite panic.
”I know you’re worried about your relatives and families across the river, but I am forbidding you from crossing. The enemy and our own side are intermingled, wearing the same uniforms. If you’re not careful, you might be killed by your own allies. I can’t afford to lose valuable personnel like you to friendly fire.”
After shouting this in earnest, she gallops her horse toward the old church used as the headquarters.
”Emergency muster!”
Someone shouts at the top of their lungs from the entrance of the Arsenal Bureau. Those who were trying to cross the bridge have no choice but to return to their workplaces.
The Magic Armored Division personnel look troubled, uncertain whether they should really block access to the bridge.
I am not a formal Royal Army soldier. I am military personnel. Orders are not necessarily issued to me.
I want to know the situation, but I head alone to the workshop. There are several workshops in the Arsenal Bureau that are as large as gymnasiums. I head to one of them.
One-third of this space is occupied by the assembly of an airplane.
However, in one corner, there is a place where I’ve been prototyping a Coilgun. I head there first.
”Found it.”
It’s a compact Coilgun. Unlike the ones Mages use, it doesn’t have Amber attached, but I’ve modified it to fire cartridges instead of using sound and compressed air.
I open the lid in front of the barrel, insert a wooden cartridge, and grip the handle in the middle and the rear to perform Mana Control.
Iron needles packed inside the cartridge spread out like a shotgun blast when fired.
As the cartridge is accelerated to the center of the coil by the coil’s magical magnetic field, the mana in the coil is cut off, allowing the iron needles—no longer affected by the magical magnetic field—to fly out by inertia, and then the now-spent cartridge casing falls away.
It’s a launcher about five centimeters in diameter and a little over a meter long, equipped with a handle.
The iron needles come in two types: thin ones for suppression that are unlikely to cause fatal wounds, and thick ones for lethality. They are color-coded: yellow cartridges for the former, red for the latter. As I’m putting them into a bag, the sound of a door opening echoes through the large space, and three people enter.
”Larry-san, what are you doing?” one asked.
Everything made in this workshop is a derivative of my ideas, so I have a consulting-like position here. But that doesn’t mean I can use things without permission. I know that.
”Are you going to the Royal Capital?”
”Yeah. My wife and her girlfriend, who is in her final month of pregnancy, are there.”
The three of them exchange looks.
”Then, are you taking the plane, too?”
”That’s the plan.”
”How? The bridge is closed to traffic.”
”I’ll cross the river even if it kills me.”
”What are you talking about?”
Of course, I’m not capable enough to swim while carrying an airplane and this new Coilgun. But magical tools that can be operated with mana won’t short-circuit in water and will work even if they get wet. I tell them that if I straddle a human-sized Golem like a raft, load my gear, and row with a board or something, I should be able to manage.
The three, who had been listening in silence, try to stop me at first, but when I threaten that they won’t be able to build the plane without the parts my wife and the others make, they agree to help.
”I don’t need help. You’ll be charged with a crime, too. I’m enough on my own.”
”It’s alright. No one’s going to snitch,” one replied.
”Truth be told, we want to go too,” another added. “But, if it’s you, Larry-san, it feels like you might turn the situation around.”
Saying that, they pick out the best prototype of the Coilgun and give me explosive rounds they say they just finished. However, these have almost no lethality; they explode about five meters away and scatter black smoke. In other words, they are smoke canisters.
”When did you make these?”
”We made them at the request of the Magic Armored Division. They’re based on the plane’s self-destruct mechanism, so they were easy to make.”
”They said they wanted something with lethal capability, though.”
The cartridge color is black. If I put iron needles or iron shrapnel inside, it would surely increase the lethality, but I keep that to myself.
I disassemble the main body and the wings of the completed airplane so they can be transported, and put them in a wooden crate along with the remote control device to be installed in the head.
”Take this, too,” one said, handing over an extra medium-sized Amber that is already charged, to be used for the airplane and the human-sized Golem.
”Thanks.”
As I accept it, I drain mana from the hand that touched me, knocking the man who helped me unconscious.
”I was attacked. That’s the story.”
I touch the skin of the remaining two as if to shake hands and drain their consciousness as well.
”What’s happening?” Kenze asked.
”The Royal Capital is being attacked,” I answered.
Back in the room, I answer Kenze’s question while searching through my luggage for the combat sandals I used when I was in the Militia. I haven’t maintained them for a while, so I’m a bit worried.
”Who is the opponent?”
”I don’t know. I caught someone who was leading the refugees, and it was a guard belonging to Haritz.”
”Haritz? You mean the Marquis?”
”Yeah. But would the Crown Prince’s grandfather do something like that? Or maybe it’s Rus, or perhaps Turku, your employer?”
I talk while looking at the combat sandals.
”Are you an idiot?”
”What? Suddenly calling me an idiot?”
”Calling an idiot an idiot, what’s wrong with that?”
”So, you’re saying Marquis Harritz is the one setting fire to the Royal Capital right now?”
I stop what I’m doing and look at Kenze, who is looking back at me while letting her breast hang into a pot to nurse.
”I was an intelligence agent until a few months ago. I know more about the situation than you do,” she said.
It’s hard to find that persuasive when she’s in that position. More importantly, if I don’t hurry, if those three are found, I’ll be the first one suspected.
”Hurry up and just keep on nursing,” I muttered, my patience wearing thin.
”Why, boy? Do ye reckon ye don’t want to know?” Kenze asked, her voice a strange, hollow scrape.
I needed to swap out those two leather straps, and fast.
”What good’s knowing gonna do me?” I muttered.
”Your survival rate… will increase.”
(What the hell is that supposed to mean?) I’m making it back. I’ve survived this long, haven’t I? This time won’t be any different.
”If you were the commander, how would you fight?” I asked.
”What kind of question is that, ya bucket of bolts? You just kill the enemy leader and be done with it.”
”Stupid, stupid.”
Talk about being patronized.
”Then how would you do it?” I asked, annoyed.
”I will teach you, but there are con-ditions.”
”You aren’t going to ask me to take you with me, are you?”
”You are sharp.”
That was impossible. And besides, what about the pot?
”Of course, it comes with me.”
Insane. The bridge was blocked; we’d have to cross the river. The life-sized Golems lying in the corner would serve as our raft, but there wasn’t enough room for two people. Plus, I didn’t think the pot would appreciate taking on dirty river water.
”It is fine. I will seal it. You ride the raft and hold the pot. I will swim. Understood?”
This felt like a recipe for disaster. Then again, if it came to it, I’d be the one swimming. It was summer, and the water was calm. Excluding the banks, the channel was about five hundred meters wide. Ten laps of a twenty-five-meter pool? Piece of cake. Probably.
Wait a second. Why was I already assuming I was taking her?
”If you are gone, who will care for me and the child?”
Fair enough. I couldn’t really argue with that logic. I finished repairing my combat sandals; they felt secure enough.
”Fine. Get ready. You have one minute.”
”Understood.”
When I unlocked the cage, she stepped out, clutching the pot.
”I am takin’ this one.”
She ripped the bedsheets off, tore them with her canines, and braided the strips into a rope. She covered the mouth of the pot with paper, lashed it shut, and then used the remaining fabric to bind the pot to her chest, right between her breasts.
”It is good.”
She began smearing insect-repellent oil over her skin.
”If we make it back, let’s have some fun, yeah?”
It sounded like a death flag, but the way her side-boob shimmered in the oil… I wouldn’t mind. (Maybe, if there’s time…)
”Fine, it’s a promise. Just don’t get me killed, okay?”
I had the life-sized Golem carry the crate containing the glider, and we slipped out through the wooden window. Hunched over, we skirted the edge of the woods about five meters away. If we reached the forest line, we’d be hidden by the evening shadows.
We walked parallel to the garden, heading in the opposite direction of the Magic Armored Division, until we hit the creek.
Following it down toward the Danube, we spotted a human-sized Golem and some people moving in the lower reaches. We scrambled down the bank, closing the distance.
”Veronia, we’ve got a feisty boy here,” an elderly woman called out.
The granny turned, spotted me, and called out to the front.
”Berta, have ye finally lost yer marbles, old woman?”
It was the voice of Second Lieutenant Veronia.
”Don’t mock me, ya hussy. Look here—a boy, a slave, and a Golem.”
The granny I’d offended grumbled, but Veronia ignored her.
”Let’s wait here until the sun dips,” the Lieutenant commanded. Someone approached us, wearing a standard-issue mouse-grey military uniform.
”Boy, what are ye doin’ out here in the muck?” the newcomer asked.
She wasn’t pink-haired, but it was Second Lieutenant Veronia.
”I’m going to rescue Henrietta and Marie. I’m not here to get in your way.”
”Henrietta? The one with the… generous chest, is it?”
Had Second Lieutenant Veronia met Henrietta? I didn’t care to ask, so I just nodded.
She studied my face for a moment, then sighed, her shoulders slumping.
”You aren’t the type to turn back just because you’re told, are ye? Fine. Tag along.”
She understood me well enough, but I was in a rush.
”No. We’re being watched. You wait until the sun sets.”
She wasn’t budging on that. I had no choice.
”So, Second Lieutenant, what are you here for?”
”I’m deliverin’ this to the Major,” she replied, gesturing sharply.
She pointed to a Type 98 Golem—the gorilla-shaped model custom-built for Major Sonya—sitting on the bank. If that thing reached the front, the tide of the war would shift in an instant.
”And these ladies?” I asked, gesturing to the five women, all pushing middle age.
”Ho, ho, ho! ‘Ladies,’ is it? What a polite young man,” one chirped.
”Boy, don’t butter us up too much. You’ll get yourself kidnapped by one of us,” another muttered.
”Veronia, don’t listen to that old spinster,” the first granny scoffed.
”We have children and grandchildren, dearie. Don’t lump us in with her.”
”Be careful, boy. She might look dried up, but apparently, Veronia still has her… monthly visitor.”
They were ruthless.
”Hmph. The boy and I have already seen each other in the nude, thank you very much,” Veronia snapped.
Veronia-san, why are you bragging about that? Sure, I felt them up, but we didn’t do anything else.
”Besides, he’s Louise’s man. I won’t touch him. I have my dignity, after all.”
”Him and that Louise?”
”Louise is still a novice in the Golem Battalion, even if she doesn’t look it.”
”Was this the boy she miscarried for?”
These grannies were relentless.
”And that slave of yours—she’s somethin’ else, ain’t she?”
Leave it to a granny to notice.
”Former Turku intelligence,” I stated.
At that, Kenze glared at Veronia. When Louise, Veronia-san, and I were ambushed by Kenze and her team on our way to the Royal Capital, they hadn’t clashed directly, but Veronia must have learned the truth when she interrogated Kenze.
”Intelligence, eh? Nice set of breasts on her,” a granny noted.
”And that skin tone. It’s hard to miss.”
”Ah, one of those Amazonesses. What’s that hangin’ around her neck?”
The pot really did look out of place.
”Her child is inside. Please, protect her.”
”I’ve heard of this. Amazonesses lay eggs, not children, don’t they?”
”I heard the same. That’s why they stay so tight, like a virgin, forever.”
”Then the husband tried to compare, and she choked him to death.”
I wondered what happened to that husband.
As it turned out, these gossipy grannies were graduates of the Golem Battalion—the OGs. They’d been summoned back as mages because they were the only ones available once the Magic Armored Division was formed.
They didn’t have the reflexes to pilot the Golems anymore, but their mana was still potent. They had coilguns strapped across their backs, just like the one I brought, and their vests were loaded with ammunition—all red-tipped, live-combat rounds. They were clearly not people to be trifled with.
”Boy, just so ye know—if ye can’t keep up, we’re leavin’ ye behind.”
”I know.”
”And if we can’t keep up, leave us behind, ya hear?”
”…”
I couldn’t say it.
”Why the hesitation, child? We have children, grandchildren. We’ve lived our lives.”
”If we can die for our country or for the sake of the young, we do so gladly.”
”I’ve started losin’ my marbles, anyway. If this old junk heap can still be of use… Foh foh foh!”
”Time to move, everyone,” Veronia commanded.
”Boy. Veronia still has some regrets left in this world, so if you have the chance, feel free to save me. Hya hya hya!”
”Pipe down, you hags!”
The summer sun dipped below the horizon—the hour of magic. The Major’s custom Type 98 Golem slowly waded into the Danube.
Veronia and the grannies followed. Kenze, the life-sized Golem, and I brought up the rear.
Those grannies were grinning, absolutely fearless, as they stepped into the river. Were they seriously prepared to die? I had a sinking, vague feeling that they were.
The water reached their chests. The Type 98 Golem extended its body, floating on the surface like a raft.
Everyone clambered onto its back, piling on the heavy cargo—likely spare parts for the Giant Amber.
”Hold on tight to the ropes, dearie!”
”Don’t have to tell me twice. I’m not tryin’ to get dumped out here.”
”So, we tied the Golem to us just so we wouldn’t fall off?”
”If you’d asked, I would have tied you up in a kikko binding, ya rascal.”
Unbelievable.
As everyone gripped the ropes, the Golem began to move its massive arms, pushing through the water.
The sun was gone, and the fires burning on the far bank glowed bright. Thin, eerie columns of black smoke rose into the sky, hitting a ceiling of air where they spread eastward, caught by the winds.
The Academy, tucked behind its inner walls, hadn’t caught fire yet.
(Stay safe,) I thought. (I’m coming for you as fast as I can.)
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Summary:
The Royal Capital is under surprise attack while the King is away on a military campaign. Larry, a military contractor, observes the chaos from across the Danube River and discovers that the panic is being orchestrated by agents of the influential Marquis Harritz. Fearing for his family and the instability of the kingdom, Larry infiltrates his own workshop to prepare a makeshift escape plan using a prototype airplane and Coilgun. After incapacitating several colleagues to cover his tracks, he returns to his partner, Kenze, to weigh his options amidst the deepening political mystery.
The protagonist prepares to cross the Danube River with an Amazonian slave carrying a child inside a pot. They encounter a group of veteran “granny” mages from the old Golem Battalion who are being led by Second Lieutenant Veronia. Despite the grannies’ cynical humor and talk of death, they all enter the river together on a Type 98 Golem to reach the far bank where fires are burning.
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Trivia:
The “Third Sage” mentioned was a significant benefactor to the kingdom’s finances, providing the legitimacy of Marquis Harritz’s family line.
The “Fourth Company” mentioned was part of the defunct Golems Battalion, now reassigned to border defense.
The “Cossacks” described are localized as self-defense militias turned mercenaries, sourced from the Empire of Rus.
Larry uses mana-draining techniques to incapacitate allies, framing it as an attack to ensure he isn’t implicated in their disappearances.
Kenze’s past as an intelligence agent is revealed, adding context to her dismissive attitude toward Larry’s tactical analysis.
The protagonist is carrying a glider in a box.
The grannies are all former members of the Golem Battalion.
The Amazoness’s child is inside the pot she carries.
The Type 98 Golem acts as a raft for the crossing.
Veronia and the protagonist have a history of brief physical contact.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Harritz – A territory associated with the protagonist’s classmates.
• Marquis – An elderly nobleman with a volatile temper. His face turns beet-red when insulted, and he is quick to abandon formal deliberation in favor of a violent resolution via duel.
• Sage – An elderly instructor and mentor who acts as a schemer behind the scenes. He is responsible for recommending Larry for various academic and safety-related positions.
• 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.
• 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.
• Nico – Petite, silver-haired Teressa—granddaughter of Harritz, cousin to the Marquis’s captive, and a mana-less fabric merchant’s daughter—is a practical yet anxious Bizan Magic School worker. Abducted by the Marquis, she clings to Larry, her savior, romantic partner, and father to her unborn children. Relying on confidante Marie, Teressa endures recent trauma with Larry as her sole anchor.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Fourth – A mysterious and cunning sage who seeks advice from Larry.
• Elna Neumul – Elna Neumul is the authoritative, well-dressed Facility Manager of the Magic Armored Division headquarters at Tomasgen Garrison. Often wearing high-end, gold-plated accessories, she handles military administrative duties. Her family name (she was formerly known as Erna) holds commoner status with a modest allowance, strictly defined by its professional duties rather than noble standing.
• Neumul – Elna Neumul is the authoritative, well-dressed Facility Manager of the Magic Armored Division headquarters at Tomasgen Garrison. Often wearing high-end, gold-plated accessories, she handles military administrative duties. Her family name (she was formerly known as Erna) holds commoner status with a modest allowance, strictly defined by its professional duties rather than noble standing.
• Elna – A middle-aged, elderly administrative officer and Second Lieutenant who serves as the facility manager of the 101st Golem Battalion headquarters. Discernible by her clerical military uniform adorned with her favorite gold decorations, she maintains a professional relationship with others, having previously provided carriage transportation from the battalion stronghold on the day of the trial.
• Veronia – Second Lieutenant in the Royal Army, distinguishable by her pink-accented uniform. A blunt, authoritative quartermaster leading the Golem operation under Major Sonya, she handles accounting, procurement, and strict secrecy, though tech easily surprises her. She holds a complex relationship with the protagonist, parting ways at the Academy. Though highly capable, she loses inhibitions with alcohol.
• Larry – A 14-year-old reincarnated man serves as a cynical, pragmatic associate professor leading the Magic Academy’s laboratory. Possessing a displaced soul and extensive technical knowledge, he designs magic circuits and drone blueprints while mourning the loss of Henrietta. Constantly overwhelmed, debt-ridden, and socially isolated, he feels like a pawn, masking his anxiety with abrasive language.
• Kenze – An Amazoness slave and protagonist’s companion, she previously tried to kill Larry but now accompanies him, wearing a white linen blouse and a black skirt with a high slit. Direct, foul-mouthed, and abrasive, she uses sarcastic or sexual remarks to assert dominance. Yet, she is highly capable in physical matters, unburdened by social niceties, and holds a protective nature toward Larry.
• Berta – An elderly woman and a veteran of the Golem Battalion.
• Henrietta – A deceased Royal Magic Academy research student and late wife of Larry (the protagonist). After dying post-rebellion, her displaced consciousness became parasitic within a young girl’s body. She was the previous owner of the slave Pamela.
• Marie – Larry’s sharp-tongued, blunt wife is a top-tier student in the protagonist’s lab group and former love interest from Darina’s hometown. Currently recovering from childbirth at a postpartum facility—which Larry is encouraged to visit—she is the mother of their daughter, Ange. She is also noted as a facility figure and a student or staff member assigned a separate task by the protagonist.
• Major – A commanding military officer with a sadistic inclination toward interrogation. She orchestrates the sessions and utilizes Telepathy to coordinate with her subordinates.
• Sonya – Major Sonya is a petite, muscular elf with pointed ears and a cheerful voice. As a Schuberitz Kingdom Major commanding the destructive 101st Golem Battalion, she owns a custom Type 98 Golem. Behind her formal officer facade lies a cruel “gal-type” personality. An exceptionally skilled sadist, she uses mind-reading and painful mana injections to toy with and stunt the protagonist’s growth.
• Louise – A Magic Armored Division member who provides information on war exemptions for the Poll Tax. Her atmosphere is highly reminiscent of Elga.
• 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.
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