Volume 3 Chapter 17 Fyodor III
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Can we launch the fixed-wing drones yet?”
Onhart had come to ask once dawn broke. The wind had died down in the pre-dawn hours just as the snow stopped, but now it was picking up speed again.
”We need the winds to die down a bit more before it’s safe to fly,” I replied.
He pressed me, looking for a way around it, but I reminded him that we had a long road ahead—was it really worth losing the drones now? He looked disappointed but eventually turned back to his carriage.
Shortly after, we arrived at a small village. We managed to buy barley for fodder and even got directions.
”According to the village chief, if we head east for about a day, we’ll hit a road running north to south,” Pamela reported after her talk with the chief. “Also, they don’t seem to know the word ‘sea.’ But they said if we go north on that main road for a day and a half, we’ll hit a town called Milisky. They might know something about this ‘sea’ there.”
”If the village chief doesn’t even know what the sea is, we have no hope of estimating how many days it’ll take to reach Bryachislavichi Port.”
The original plan was to head north from the Imperial Capital for a week, then turn west for five days to enter the Polotsk Principality, reach the port at Bryachislavichi where the intelligence outpost is, and catch a ship home. But how many days of riding north are we talking about now? We’d already been struggling because the distance estimates on the maps from the abduction operation were completely nonsensical. Based on the villager’s words, the port didn’t seem to be within two weeks’ reach, even with a northward route.
”The road will get busier once we reach the main thoroughfare. We should perform maintenance on the Golems before then,” Second Lieutenant Sarah suggested. Onhart agreed, adding that he wanted to get started on the prisoner interrogations, too. The atmosphere was becoming increasingly frantic.
The fields around the village soon gave way to a narrow, winding path that led into the forest.
We kept a sharp eye out for monsters, but none appeared. As we navigated the trail, barely wide enough for a single carriage, Thomas spotted a side path. He and Second Lieutenant Sarah rode ahead to scout and soon returned, having discovered a small, semi-intact ghost village.
”We shall make camp here for the night.”
Everyone was exhausted from a day and a night of continuous travel, so no one objected. Furthermore, the houses offered at least some protection from the wind and snow. Thomas and Onhart, whose shifts for watch duty had arrived, looked visibly dissatisfied, however.
We turned down the side path, where the abandoned fields lay buried under snow, and the smaller huts had collapsed under the weight of the drifts. It didn’t look like anyone had lived there for at least a year. Beyond the ruined village lay a fairly large pond with a collapsed pier, but there was no other way in or out of the settlement other than the path we had taken.
Once the cargo carriage stopped, the Golems were immediately deployed. The maids—the engineers—began replacing parts in the old field, while the rest of us entered the dilapidated houses to find places to sleep.
The second-largest house had a partially collapsed exterior wall, but the rest of the structure was solid, and it even had a functional masonry heater. Lighting the stubborn heater was simple—a quick Fireball spell cleared the chimney, and the room began to warm up shortly after. After scattering snow on the dusty floor to sweep it clean and wiping it down properly, we had a surface we could actually sleep on. We brought the blanket-wrapped hostages inside.
As Pamela fed them mana to bring them back to consciousness, they began to make a commotion, clearly panicked at being wrapped in blankets while naked.
Pamela said something to them, and they scurried outside while still wearing the blankets. Kenze followed close behind, presumably to keep guard.
”What did you say to them?” I asked.
”I merely told them that if they needed to relieve themselves, they best do it now, or they would soil the only blanket they have when I knock them unconscious again,” Pamela replied.
”You’re going to knock them out again?”
”Of course. We don’t need them causing a scene, and for their part, it must be agonizing for them to simply sit there doing nothing.”
That made sense, but what about their nutrition and waste?
”It’s a pity for the young, healthy ones, but I’ll have them drink a thin barley porridge made with salt soup every six hours,” she said.
”Sedation for prisoners of war,” Second Lieutenant Sarah added. As she noted, this seemed to be the standard procedure for prisoners in this world. Back in my previous life, “sedation” usually conjured images of continuous midazolam drips for end-of-life care to ease suffering, but here, it was done quite easily by draining their mana.
”We have eight mages in this unit, so this is a breeze. Usually, sedating four people is a real headache,” Thomas remarked. That might be true from his perspective, but for us, it just meant more work. More importantly, what were Onhart and I supposed to be doing as the sentries?
The four who had gone outside returned. The middle-aged man and woman were causing a commotion, but since I didn’t understand Russian, I couldn’t make heads or tails of it.
For now, we decided to leave the loud, middle-aged man and let the other three sleep. Onhart pulled out a single-seat chair he had scavenged from somewhere and bound the man to it.
”Pamela, you look troubled. What is it?”
”Give me your hand for a moment,” she whispered. With a troubled look, she grabbed my hand and sent a message through the link.
(This fellow has been insisting for a while now that he is the Emperor of the Empire of Rus.)
(You’re joking.)
(No, he is quite serious and shouting his lungs out.)
(Then what about the lady you stripped naked?)
(She is the Empress, apparently. And no, she is not a consort—he insists she is the legal wife.)
Huh?
(And the other two? The Crown Prince and such?)
(No, they claim to be Igor Pugachev Bryachislavichi, the Lord of the Polotsk Principality, and his second son, Sergei Bryachislavichi.)
(Wait… this Polotsk Principality, could it be…)
(Yes, the country we are heading to. And you have heard of “Bryachislavichi,” haven’t you?)
(Bryachislavichi Port?)
(Exactly.) Pamela’s grip on my hand tightened. (I need to interrogate them to be certain, but the fact that the family name matches the port name suggests…)
(That the lord of the city became a Duke?)
(There is no other logical conclusion. What shall we do?)
”What shall we do?” indeed. I looked at Pamela, and she was clearly as bewildered as I was.
(Should we run?)
(Run? And go where?)
The urge to bolt swelled up inside me.
(Look at the forest.)
(The forest?)
(The coniferous trees are becoming more frequent.)
(So?)
(If we flee into the forest and head east, we should be able to reach the land of the Elf Mages.)
According to Pamela, the country of the Elf Mages lay somewhere deep within the coniferous Great Forest.
(How long would it take to get there?)
(I don’t know. We can tell our latitude by the stars, but not our longitude. However, I doubt it would take more than half a year. If it were just you, me, and Kenze, I feel we could manage somehow.)
(Kenze has an infant to take care of, you know.)
(Hmm, that is true.)
Pamela fell silent, but it felt like a tempting offer. But what would happen after that?
What if it were discovered that we had kidnapped the Emperor and his wife? Well, it would be discovered eventually, but what would the Kingdom of Schuberitz do? They wouldn’t admit that we had acted on our own accord, but they might abandon this unit to seek a truce, and our families might even be executed.
In that case, perhaps we should bring these two to the Emperor’s half-brother, who had been actively trying to claim the throne.
Ah.
Is that why the horsemen from the Imperial Capital didn’t pursue us last night and instead headed straight east along the military road?
They must have never imagined that the Emperor would be kidnapped by foreign forces.
Common sense dictated that if he were abducted, it would have been by domestic factions. The only factions capable of such a thing were the Emperor’s half-brother and his uncle, the Frontier Count Pugachev.
The second capital, Moscow, and the domain of his uncle, Frontier Count Pugachev, were both located to the east of the Imperial Capital. The military road must have connected those two vital strongholds.
Wait a minute.
Pugachev, Pugachev.
(You have a poor memory. One of the captives is Igor Pugachev Bryachislavichi, the Duke. “Pugachev” is his middle name. It’s the name of a house where a relative of the Frontier Count married in as an adopted son,) Pamela added through the link, her tone laced with sarcasm.
It didn’t seem to solve anything, though. In fact, the problem felt even bigger than before.
”Shall we begin?” Onhart asked, ever the optimist.
The Emperor, however, would not stop screaming. He shouted at Onhart, spit flying from his lips.
(For now, we have no choice but to see how this plays out,) I thought.
There was nothing to be done about it now, and Pamela agreed with a simple, (Indeed.)
Pamela placed a hand on the Emperor’s left shoulder, and I placed mine on his right, pouring our mana into him. Through that link, I could feel his fear—raw and real—after Kenze’s dagger.
”Can you make him be quiet for a moment?” Onhart, usually so humble, ordered Thomas and Kenze. He was telling them to shut the Emperor up by force. They say ignorance is bliss, but that was really pushing it.
Kenze looked resigned as she approached, clutching her child in one arm and drawing a dagger with her right hand.
”<Do die? to want you>”
I didn’t understand the words, but the meaning was clear. As Kenze moved, the tip of the dagger found its way into the Emperor’s mouth.
Pamela shouted something in Russian. Both of them were speaking now. The Emperor, having understood the exchange, suddenly went quiet, his eyes darting wildly.
”Thank you,” Onhart said with haughty gratitude. Kenze sheathed her dagger, returned to her original position, and continued to cradle her child.
”Well then, shall we begin?”
”Of course.”
I didn’t know why Pamela was so certain, but the fear I could feel through the mana made the interrogation possible. We used that to our advantage.
”What is your name and rank?” Onhart asked the Emperor with a grand air, and Pamela interpreted.
”<I Emperor of the Rus Empire, Fyodor III>”
Perhaps regaining his dignity by stating his name gave him strength, but the man answered in a calm voice.
”He says he is Fyodor III, Emperor of the Empire of Rus.”
Onhart’s eyes darted in panic this time. But, as the eldest son of a Duke, he didn’t lose his composure entirely.
”Is that true?” he asked me slowly.
”He doesn’t appear to be lying.”
Onhart closed his eyes, his breathing heavy, and remained silent for a moment. The muscles in his neck were twitching uncontrollably, a clear sign of how deeply shaken he was.
”Then,” he said, forcing his voice to remain steady, matching the tone he had used before, “I need you to tell me about the others.”
While Pamela handled the negotiations with the Emperor, Onhart was clearly desperate, struggling to pull himself together.
”The woman is the Empress, Elizabeth,” Pamela replied. “Apparently, she’s a former princess of Dacia. And that man there is Prince Igor Pugachev-Bryachislavichi, the lord of the Polotsk Principality. The young man is his second son, Sergei-dono. Furthermore, Prince Bryachislavichi is the second son of Frontier Count Pugachev.”
”I see. Pamela, a word.”
Onhart stood abruptly, beckoned Pamela to follow, and the two of them stepped out of the ruined room.
The moment they were gone, the Emperor leaned toward Kenze and began speaking. He kept glancing back at my face, over and over. I couldn’t understand a word, but the intent behind his conscious aura was unmistakable. He was trying to bribe her, whispering something along the lines of, (Turn on them. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.)
What genuinely surprised me, though, was Thomas. Whether he heard that the man tied up and naked was an Emperor, or that the woman huddled under a blanket was an Empress, he didn’t show a flicker of unease. The man had nerves of steel or was just plain thick.
A while later, Onhart and Pamela returned, and the interrogation session was officially over.
As I had been instructed, I drained the Emperor’s mana and snuffed out his consciousness. Then, I called Second Lieutenant Sarah over to have a talk.
”We ain’t got no choice now but to kill ’em and bury ’em in the dirt,” Thomas grunted. “If there’s some kind of power struggle for the throne goin’ on back home, that just plays right into our hands, don’t it?”
(Eliminate the unnecessary.) That was a very Thomas-like way of thinking. Truth be told, it felt like the only logical conclusion. Maybe that was why he hadn’t even blinked when he heard the word Emperor earlier.
Onhart, on the other hand, looked like he was about to jump out of his own skin.
Thomas kept on pressing his point, asking what the real difference was between killing the hostages and letting them live.
”Look, the Emperor’s been snatched,” Thomas argued. “His retainers are gonna be tearin’ this whole country apart lookin’ for him. If we get pulled over at a checkpoint and they find ’em in our wagon, we’re dead men walking. No two ways about it. Holding ’em hostage might buy us a chance to live, but that ain’t a guarantee.”
If we didn’t have them, would our chances of survival and making it home actually go up? If the Emperor vanished and a foreign armed group was spotted near the scene, it wouldn’t end with just suspicion. The Rus had mages; a simple interrogation would expose us in a heartbeat.
And even if we did make it home, if we reported that we’d killed an Emperor, we’d probably be executed by our own government. Whether it was to tie up loose ends or to offer a public apology to a foreign power, there would be plenty of excuses to finish us off.
We were trapped on all sides.
”Second Lieutenant Sarah, why in the hell did you kidnap an Emperor in the first place?” Onhart groaned, still hung up on the initial mistake.
”Can’t be helped, can it?” Sarah replied, leaning back. “He was the easiest one to grab.”
”Then what about the other two?”
”Hey, when you catch the guy you want, it’s just a bonus when someone else comes along for the ride.”
So that kid, Sergei, just happened to be her type.
”You really are something else, you know that?”
Onhart clutched his head in his hands, but the situation wasn’t going to change. Just then, Kenze returned after finishing with the children.
”Hey, the Emperor was talkin’ to you just a bit ago,” I said to her. “What was he sayin’?”
I’d watched him speak to her while Pamela and Onhart were away, and he’d kept glancing my way, too.
”That guy?” Kenze said, her tone light and airy. “He was sayin’ that if I let him go, he wouldn’t treat me poorly.”
She said it so casually that Onhart looked like he might faint, his eyes darting between Kenze, me, and Pamela in terror. He probably thought we were already planning to jump ship.
I’d thought about leaving the group, sure. But I never had any intention of selling my own people out.
Well… I suppose there wasn’t much of a difference, was there?
”Actually, that suggestion… it might work,” Sarah said, sounding surprisingly intrigued.
”Are you talkin’ about sellin’ us out?” Thomas roared.
”Who’s sellin’ who? This is exactly why muscle-brains like you are such a headache.”
I couldn’t blame Thomas for losing his temper. If I, Pamela, and Kenze left, and Sarah took her maid and left, that would leave Onhart and Thomas alone. Indecision and raw muscle. No matter how you looked at it, they wouldn’t stand a chance.
”Don’t be a fool,” Onhart snapped. “If we listen to his lies and let him go, he’ll just turn around and have us captured the moment he’s free.”
”Not if we move now,” Sarah countered.
”What do you mean by that?”
”The value of a VIP’s life drops every single day. Think about it. If we tried to return the Emperor a year from now, do you think his own country would even want him back? A year is enough time for an entirely new regime to take root.”
He had to admit, she had a point.
”We make the trade just before his life becomes worthless to them.”
”And when would that be?”
”God, you’re such a muscle-brain. It depends on the political situation. Besides, there are already moves to put his younger brother on the throne, right? The Emperor’s value might plummet way faster than you think.”
Second Lieutenant Sarah wore a wicked, knowing grin.
”So, we’re keepin’ ’em alive,” Onhart muttered, clearly hoping to end the debate.
”What are you thinkin’? We gotta keep interrogating the others. The amount of information we get is the only key to our survival.”
Following Sarah’s order, we kept on with the interrogations.
First was the Empress, and we immediately hit a snag. Just as the Emperor had said, she was a former princess of Dacia. Dacia shared the Danube River with the Kingdom of Schuberitz, and while their relationship wasn’t great right now, they had deep historical ties—she even spoke the language we were using.
”I know it well,” she hissed. “My grandmother was the sister of the late-late King of Schweilitz. You have put me through this indignity—do not think you will get away with it.”
”This is a pain,” Thomas muttered, staring right at her. “Let’s just kill her.”
The Empress flew into a frenzy, so we quickly cut her consciousness. After we woke her again, Onhart spent a long time listening to her, made sure she was dressed, and once she was exhausted, we put her back to sleep.
The next was Prince Igor Pugachev-Bryachislavichi. He promised that if we released the Emperor and his wife unharmed, he would guarantee no one would pursue us until our ship left the port. Furthermore, he offered his son Sergei as a hostage until we reached the kingdom.
”Why go that far for us?”
”To put it simply,” Pamela interpreted, “His Majesty Feodor III is vital to this country. His father, Frontier Count Pugachev, ordered him to protect the Emperor’s life even if it meant using his own body as a shield.”
Hearing the translation, Second Lieutenant Sarah’s eyes actually welled up with tears. Maybe the father was the one she’d been interested in all along.
”What kind of man is your father, Frontier Count Pugachev?” Onhart asked.
Pamela listened to his answer and translated: “He is a man who lies as easily as he breathes.”
Looking at Igor, I found it hard to believe his father was such a character, but the world was never that simple.
Finally, there was Sergei. He was young, and the moment he came to, he thrashed. But once he was restrained and learned the Emperor, the Empress, and his father were all together and still alive, he finally went quiet.
When we told him what his father had offered, he simply nodded, accepting his role as a hostage without a fight.
The atmosphere in the room felt like it might actually work out if we followed Prince Igor’s lead. Even while being held naked, he kept his posture perfect. Even without a common language, he looked our questioners in the eye, and he met Pamela’s gaze directly as she interpreted. Through the link, I couldn’t sense any deception.
”I take it we’ve all agreed on not killing them, then?”
Onhart’s question was met with Thomas’s begrudging nod. The next morning, we had the noisy Emperor and his wife relieve themselves, fed them the barley soup, and sedated them again.
”Larry,” Pamela said, “it’s too loud if you wake ’em up completely. Next time, adjust it so they’re only half-awake.”
I was impressed by her suggestion. (I see. If we do it that way, they won’t be able to make a scene.)
Before leaving the ruined village, one of the maids brought back some bituminous coal she’d found in a collapsed shack. That brought back memories—the first time I went to Besanburg, the Principal of the Magic School had sold it as a hand warmer. I poured a little mana into it and handed it to Kenze.
”Warm.”
She immediately tried to hand it to the children, but after I told her to wrap it in a cloth first, she followed my instructions with a smile. Kenze’s dependency on me was still strong, but ever since we passed the Imperial Capital, she seemed to be returning to her old self.
Our carriage took the lead when we left the village. Kenze, dressed in the garments of a Scripture Church believer, and I, wearing my strange outfit, sat on the driver’s bench to deter anyone from trying to engage us.
But it seemed my worries were unnecessary.
We hit the main road before noon, but there were no houses in sight and no oncoming traffic—just a long trek through the woods. The path was narrow, poorly maintained, and covered in ruts; if we had encountered another carriage, it would have been a nightmare.
We headed north and pressed on for a full day. The only thing we encountered was a group of three horsemen leading spare horses; they didn’t even glance our way as they thundered past. I had been so tense, too.
We camped by the roadside that night, and just before noon the next day, the forest finally broke.
It was a gentle, basin-like landscape with no trees and a thin layer of snow covering the fields, stretching far into the distance. It was divided by large fences, likely used as grazing land for livestock come spring.
In the center, I could see the city the Village Chief had called Milisky. We had to procure feed for the horses and food for ourselves here.
Entering the city gates meant the possibility of inspection.
It was decided that Onhart’s carriage with the hostages and the freight car carrying the Golems would stay outside, and I would take my carriage into the city to shop and gather as much information as possible.
My hands, gripping the reins, began to sweat.
Yesterday and today, while driving, I had learned greetings, how to count, and simple phrases in the Rus language from Kenze. It was unlikely I’d actually be able to use them, but it was better than doing nothing.
We slowly approached the city gates, where guard-like figures stood on either side. A single mistake could bring death right to our doorstep.
I held that resolve as the carriage slowly descended the slope.
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Summary:
The unit arrives at a derelict village to camp and maintain their Golems. Pamela and the protagonist discover that their high-profile captives are the Emperor of the Empire of Rus and the Duke of Polotsk. As they prepare for interrogation, the unit utilizes forced mana manifestation and threats to compel the Emperor to speak.
The group, having successfully captured the Emperor, Empress, and a Prince, struggles with the moral and tactical fallout of their decision. Sarah, the pragmatic Second Lieutenant, convinces the group to keep the hostages alive as bargaining chips rather than eliminating them. After successfully negotiating terms with Prince Igor, the captors head toward the city of Milisky, filled with anxiety about the risks of potential inspection at the gates.
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Trivia:
The village chief does not know the word “sea,” implying geographic isolation.
The distance maps for the abduction operation were highly inaccurate.
The imperial horsemen were seen heading toward the East, likely toward the Emperor’s rival faction.
The “Pugachev” name links the captive Duke to the Frontier Count who opposes the Emperor.
The unit uses a “sedation” method involving mana drainage rather than medication.
The Empress is a former princess of Dacia with historical ties to Schweilitz.
Frontier Count Pugachev is described as a man who lies as easily as he breathes.
Bituminous coal is used as a makeshift hand warmer, a callback to the protagonist’s visit to Besanburg.
The group is using a carriage as a front, with Kenze dressed as a Scripture Church believer to minimize attention.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Onhart – Tall, stern, and pragmatic, Onhart von Lothringen is a Duke’s eldest son, third in line to the Schuberitz throne, and a Lieutenant Colonel leading the traveling party. To hide his identity, he acts as Roberto de Calimen, a caravan leader and acting father figure to the protagonist. Knowledgeable and authoritative, he manages rear-carriage hostages and logistics while coordinating with Schuberitz.
• Pamela – An arrogant yet composed petite Elven Mage, academy student, and Earnest’s former slave who serves as the protagonist’s primary wife and loyal companion alongside Kenze, Larry, and Robert. Under white Gothic Lolita fashion and a glove, she hides her ears, a slave crest, and a festering wound. As a calm Arsenal Bureau resident, mediator, and interpreter with high magical aptitude, strong mana control, and memory manipulation abilities, she handles town social analysis, logistics, and powerful offensive or healing spells.
• 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.
• 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.
• Sarah – A heavily pierced Elf Mage and Second Lieutenant who commands the Magic Corps and manages specialized engineering labor, including golems. Identifiable by her facial piercings, pointed ears, and long dark hair, she is a skilled boulderer, pilot, and disciplined tactical coordinator. Though cold, pragmatic, and contemptuous of army leadership under Major Sonya, she keeps Kenze restrained.
• Sara – A woman with numerous gold piercings in her ears, eyebrows, and nose, often wearing thick, aggressive makeup. She serves as the Second Lieutenant and Commander of the First Company.
• Thomas – Thomas Bauer is a hulking, middle-aged Bizan Major, mercenary, and scout hired by Earnest. Bearing a wrestler build, red face, scalp burns, and a suspended death sentence, he serves as a blunt, pragmatic coachman and spear-wielding cavalry commander. While stoic and protective, his poor discipline makes him directionally challenged and careless. He envies the protagonist’s closer relationships.
• Kenze – A muscular, agile former Tashkurgan intelligence agent wearing a niqab and slave crest, Denis is a skilled archer, negotiator, and gear crafter. Traumatized by her homeland’s ruin and Boltechino, she is emotionally unstable and fiercely attached to her master Earnest, the protagonist, and Larry. She nurses her infant, sleeps with Pamela, hates Southern Amazons, and is currently left at the collapsed bridge.
• Pugachev – A Frontier Count and father to Igor, described as a man who lies as easily as he breathes and insists on the protection of the Emperor at all costs.
• Sergei – The second son of Duke Igor of Polotsk, this young martial arts master from the Old Master’s Village is currently held as a hostage. Despite his confinement, he displays immense resilience, choosing to comply with his captors to ensure the safety of his family.
• Igor – A captive Polotsk Duke of the Bryachislavichi line, held hostage with the imperial family during transit. As a devoted prince and protector, he prioritizes the throne’s safety over his own standing. He leverages his status as lord of the principality to aid his captors by providing crucial intelligence regarding the difficult terrain ahead.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Fyodor – The Emperor of the Empire of Rus, currently held as a captive.
• Elizabeth – The Empress and former princess of Dacia, who possesses deep historical ties to the Kingdom of Schuberitz and is highly fluent in the language spoken by the group.
• His Majesty – The King of the realm possesses an expressionless, Noh mask-like face, rarely showing emotion except for brief amusement during trials. He holds absolute authority over the kingdom, presiding over high-level deliberations, giving the final word on legal transitions like duels, and maintaining supreme command over all military missions and strategic troop deployments.
• Feodor – The Third Majesty and Emperor of the realm, whose survival is considered vital to the stability of the country.
• Larry – A 14-year-old Japanese reincarnated soldier, genius dueling champion, and cynical academy professor from Strock Village who resembles infant Griselda. Married to Marie, he designs drones and coilguns, manages prisoner captivity to clear debts, and acts as Pamela’s magical combat companion. Navigating a perilous journey with his party, this practical survivor hides deep vulnerability beneath his duties.
• Besanburg – A character met by the protagonist during the journey to the Imperial Capital.
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