Volume 3 Chapter 22 Thomas
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Why don’t we declare independence?”
Thomas’s sudden proposal caught me off guard. It was not entirely unexpected, though. This was exactly the future Pamela had worried about back when he first started talking about turning the local youths into soldiers.
Independence.
What he was really talking about was becoming a feudal lord.
As Sarah, the Second Lieutenant, had once shouted at him, Thomas was a brute-headed brawler, and without a capable advisor any grand ambition he pursued would likely collapse before it truly began.
Back in Strock Village, the population had only been around two hundred, yet I had seen firsthand how difficult it was to manage even a settlement of that size as Village Head. Thomas was talking about building a domain from nothing in a land where he barely understood the customs, the administration, or even how to gather the retainers needed to govern. The whole idea sounded like a nightmare waiting to happen.
”Nothing happened here for the New Year, did it?”
I immediately understood what he was trying to say.
In Schweilitz, customs differed depending on religion, but New Year’s celebrations always meant feasts, strong drink, ceremonies, music, and dancing. Only a year ago, I had been attending the new student welcome party at Besanburg Magic School.
Was Thomas really arguing that the lack of festivities proved the local lord’s incompetence?
”This place is actually better off than most,” he said. “From what I’ve heard from captured soldiers, people farther north treat freezing or starving to death during winter as a normal part of life.”
”Are you planning on saving them too?” I shot back. “You’re such a bleeding heart.”
”Just listen. Have you or Pamela ever actually seen the farm tools they use around here?”
I had seen a few fishing tools at Iri’s house and even used them myself, but I had never looked closely at the equipment used in the fields. Since the farmland outside the walls was buried beneath snow, I usually only saw people working indoors or tending livestock in the stables.
”They farm collectively, so I assumed their tools were decent enough.”
The moment I said it, Thomas pounced on the opening and launched into a lecture about how primitive the local equipment was. According to him, they lacked even the large plows1 commonly used in Schweilitz, the kind that could be pulled by horses or oxen to work large stretches of land efficiently.
For a Major in the army, he knew an alarming amount about farming. Had he actually worked with those tools himself?
”I get it. You know a lot about farm equipment. So what?”
”Don’t you see? If we bring Schweilitz’s technology into this agricultural backwater, we could build a proper nation in just a few years.”
”Is that all?”
”Do you really need me to spell it out? If we sit around doing nothing, the Haritz remnants will be the ones building that nation. Before, the Empire of Rus might have stepped in and demanded to know what we were doing in their territory, but that isn’t a concern anymore.”
The Boltechino invasion in the southern Caucasus had stretched the Empire of Rus thin. Thomas claimed that Rus had intervened in these lands before, only to abandon them because they were too poor to justify the effort.
”And there’s another problem. The Prooton Order.”
He tapped a spot on the map.
”It started as an armed force after the Kingdom of Larland invited a monastic order from the Universal Church near Harmonia. Rus annexed the region but never managed it properly, so the order gradually militarized. Now they’re powerful enough to call themselves a Knight Order. Their population exploded last year when they accepted refugees fleeing the Turkic Empire’s invasion of Harmonia.”
”So they’ll join forces with the Haritz remnants?”
”Very likely. Marquis Haritz was a devoted follower of the Universal Church. You know he planned to make it the state religion if his grandson became king, right? There are even rumors he promised the Pope he would establish an episcopal see2 in his territorial capital.”
I knew a see was more than a bishop’s chair. It referred to the city that served as the center of a diocese and the seat of its bishop. The details had never been made public, but rumors claimed that Haritz’s secret agreement with the Pope had been one of the sparks that ignited the rebellion.
For a man everyone loved calling a blockhead, Thomas was remarkably well informed.
If events continued unchecked, the Haritz remnants could draw the Universal Church into the conflict and establish a state of their own. Thomas’s solution was obvious: crush them first and seize the opportunity before they could.
At least he had a perfect excuse. As a retainer of Schweilitz, he could simply claim he was eliminating the remnants of a rebel faction. Once independence was secured, the rest of us could return home whenever we wished.
”All right. I understand the idea. But how do you actually plan to pull it off?”
”Are you in?”
”I understand the motivation. That doesn’t mean people can survive on motivation alone.”
A wicked grin spread across Thomas’s face as he pointed to a town on the map.
Yogihiss.
Our current position.
The coastline curved westward roughly ten kilometers north of us. His finger followed the shore for another fifty kilometers before stopping at an inlet where a town sat sheltered inside the bay.
”First, we hit this.”
Kane.
The enemy’s stronghold.
”Didn’t you say earlier that we’d attack Kresar and Dapa first?”
”I said that conquering Kresar, Dapa, and Kane would make the rest fall in line. I never said anything about the order.”
Maybe he hadn’t.
Either way, it hardly mattered.
”Here’s the route.”
About twenty kilometers east of Yogihiss, a river flowed northward.
”The river freezes solid this time of year, so wagons can travel across it. Normally the area belongs to the Bear-Forest-Cats, but they’re all hibernating.”
If we followed the winding frozen river north, we would eventually reach Kane. Only two small villages stood along the route. Thomas intended to ignore both of them, strike directly at Kane, and end the fight in a single swift blow.
”Could we approach by sea instead?”
”The winter seas are too rough. Strong winds, heavy swells, hidden reefs, drifting icebergs—the coastline is a death trap this time of year. Nobody was crazy enough to support that plan.”
Apparently, he had already discussed all of this with his inner circle.
”And after you take Kane?”
”We lie.”
”Lie?”
Thomas’s answer was simple. We would pretend to be hired soldiers from Yogihiss, claiming that the lord of Kane had brought us in to eliminate the Haritz faction. Using that excuse, we would enter the castle and strike before anyone realized what was happening.
The plan relied on information gathered from prisoners.
Relations between the Haritz remnants and Lord Lomas Kane had steadily deteriorated. Their alliance had been profitable at first while raids succeeded, but repeated failures against Yogihiss had poisoned the arrangement.
The greatest source of friction appeared to be Adam von Riemenschneider, the Haritz military advisor, and Yurgis Kane, the steward and eldest son of the Kane family.
During the campaigns against Yogihiss, Yurgis had allegedly begun sending aging and ineffective soldiers to support the war effort. Adam quickly realized what was happening and flew into a rage.
Apparently, Yurgis had concluded that the Haritz faction could never win. By feeding expendable troops into the conflict, he was quietly reducing the number of mouths he needed to support while preserving his stronger forces.
”So what kind of man leads the Haritz faction?”
When Pamela asked the question, Thomas shook his head.
”His name is Larc von Haritz. I’ve never heard of him before. Apparently he suffers from leprosy, so he always wears a silver mask.”
”And his age?”
”Young. That’s all the rank-and-file soldiers know.”
”Anything else?”
”Werner von Haritz handles finances. He’s a cousin of the Marquis. Fabian von Rota looks more like a bureaucrat than a soldier, but he dresses like a priest. Counting Adam, those are the four key figures. There are also a few women traveling with them. Altogether they have around thirty personnel, including mages, cavalry, and soldiers. They’re spread across several towns, so I estimate only ten are currently in Kane.”
Pamela nodded.
”So we capture Larc, Adam, Werner, and Fabian. Then we kill their mage, destroy their Golem, wipe out the ten soldiers, and we’re finished.”
Looking only at the numbers, it sounded possible. The Golems we had fought so far had been slow and unimpressive.
”And during the confusion,” Thomas added, “we make sure the lord of Kane and his steward die too.”
I finally saw the whole picture.
That was how he intended to become ruler.
Even so, the city would have guards of its own. If his information was accurate, eliminating the Haritz faction would not be especially difficult.
The real question was whether thirty soldiers trained for little more than a month, along with the three of us, could successfully kill a lord and his steward while fighting through an entire city’s defenses.
For the first time in a while, I found myself wishing Kenze were here.
In the end, I could not make a final judgment until I saw Kane with my own eyes. Before that, Pamela and I still needed to question the prisoners one last time.
The interrogation began immediately.
The results confirmed that they were not hiding anything. I had been particularly concerned about the hostility between Adam and Yurgis. If the feud had been staged, the entire operation would need to be reconsidered.
We pressed all five prisoners repeatedly, approaching the issue from different angles and comparing their stories against one another. In the end, every account matched. The rumors remained consistent, and nothing suggested deliberate deception.
The following day, I had Iri join Thomas’s training program.
Teaching her how to fight was only part of the goal. A mage who operated Golems on the battlefield needed to understand how ordinary soldiers moved and thought, so I made it clear to both Iri and Thomas that her participation was non-negotiable.
The final step before the operation was reconnaissance.
That night, Pamela and I left Yogihiss in a carriage alongside a local man who claimed to know the territory around Kane.
It was the seventeenth night of the lunar cycle. Although the wind remained strong, only a few clouds crossed the sky, and the moonlight was bright enough for us to travel without lamps.
”Head east first, then follow the frozen river north to Kane.”
Our guide was Antony Tisse, a nineteen-year-old fur trader’s son who spoke a little broken Schweilitz.
Following his directions, I drove the carriage while committing every turn to memory. After two brief stops, we reached the frozen river and turned north.
Moonlight spilled across the ice, turning the world around us a deep blue as the carriage glided over the frozen surface. The scene felt almost dreamlike, as though we had wandered into another world entirely.
”The Bear-Forest-Cats are hibernating now,” Antoni said cheerfully. “This is the season when hunters go after white foxes.”
While listening to his chatter, we continued down the twisting river. The sled occasionally slid sideways, but a thin layer of fresh snow gave the horses enough grip to keep moving at a steady pace. Every so often we crossed east-west roads where bridges interrupted our path.
Just before dawn we passed the second village.
Not long afterward, clouds rolled in overhead and light snow began to fall.
”Two more hours and we’ll reach Kane.”
The journey covered nearly sixty kilometers, yet the time had passed surprisingly quickly inside the carriage. Since leaving the second village, we had followed the riverbank, traveling along the boundary between the forest and the rocky riverbed as we steadily closed in on our destination.
Just as Antony had predicted, the city soon came into view.
”That is Kane,” he said in his usual clipped manner. “There are gates to the east and west.”
”Understood. We aren’t going inside.”
Since there was no reason to enter the city before nightfall, we searched for a thicket dense enough to shield us from the falling snow. After guiding the carriage into cover, we settled down to rest.
”All right, Pamela. You’re up.”
I switched places with her. She had been sleeping while the carriage rattled across the frozen countryside. Although I told Antony to get some rest as well, he insisted he was fine and immediately started caring for the horses.
The kid was surprisingly diligent.
”Larry, wake up.”
When Pamela shook my shoulder, darkness was already creeping across the landscape. At this latitude and during this season, daylight lasted less than seven hours.
Antony was still asleep on the seat beside us.
Climbing onto the coachman’s bench, I pulled myself onto the roof and retrieved the fixed-wing drone I had hidden there. After assembling the fuselage and wings, I checked the controls, slipped on the remote-operation helmet, and completed one final inspection before sending the drone into the evening sky.
The aircraft caught the wind perfectly.
A moment later, the propeller came to life.
There was a slight westerly breeze, but nothing strong enough to interfere with the flight. Taking advantage of the calm conditions, I guided the drone into a steady climb and looked down on the region from above.
An enormous sea stretched across the horizon, its far shore hidden by distance and darkness. Along the coastline sat Kane, nestled inside a naturally formed bay that almost resembled the crater of a volcano—or perhaps the scar left by a meteor strike.
The city curved around the bay in a broad crescent and, like the surrounding settlements, was enclosed by defensive walls. A main road ran straight through its center from east to west, connecting the gates on either side. Small staging grounds stood outside both entrances, likely serving as gathering points for the town guards.
The settlement itself looked chaotic.
At a glance, I estimated three to four hundred households and a population of no more than two thousand, roughly twice that of Yogihiss. The river we had followed cut through the center of the city before emptying into the sea, dividing the settlement into two uneven halves.
Near the southern wall, which formed the outer curve of the crescent, two large structures immediately drew my attention.
If we attacked, would we need to split our forces?
I lowered the drone.
The walls matched those of Yogihiss: packed earth reinforced with logs. There were no walkways along the top, only a sheer vertical barrier rising roughly eight meters above the ground. A ladder would be enough to scale it, and even the smaller Type-20 Golems could simply leap up and grab the edge.
Crossing the walls would not be a problem.
The western building was not particularly large, but the symmetrical garden laid out before it practically screamed noble vanity. At first glance, I thought it might be a viscount’s residence.
The closer look changed my mind.
Although several windows were fitted with valuable glass, most were sealed with wooden shutters. A cylindrical dome rose from the center, while a square extension projected from one side. The overall design felt wrong for a residence, and there were no guards nearby.
It was probably a church.
Turning the drone eastward, I examined the second structure.
This one was surrounded by a three-meter stone wall. A watchtower stood near the perimeter, and even at this hour guards remained posted at the top. A small shack beneath the tower was likely their guard station.
North of it stood a strange three-story building with balconies jutting from its upper floors.
That might be the lord’s residence.
Town guards were stationed around all four sides. Beyond it, facing the sea, stood a long rectangular stone building that felt far more appropriate for administrative work. Since I could not spot any other major government structures, the important figures were probably concentrated here.
The windows had a Romanesque design, but every one of them was shuttered.
Then something unexpected caught my eye.
Several Golems had been left lying flat on their backs beside the building.
Seriously?
At the very least, they should have been stored indoors. Leaving them exposed to snow and moisture would ruin the joints in no time. Even the latest Golems used by the Magic Armored Division required engineers to practically cry while wiping away every trace of water after a river crossing.
They were the enemy, so I had no reason to care if their machines broke down.
Still, I could not respect anyone who treated their equipment like that.
Outside the palace grounds stood a handful of two-story homes, but nearly everything else in the city consisted of single-story shacks. The harbor was much the same as Yogihiss’s—a simple pier extending from a pebble beach. The vessels tied there looked barely more seaworthy than oversized rafts.
I was about to call the drone back when movement caught my attention.
Something—or rather someone—was shoved out of the first floor of the strange three-story house.
A blond young woman tumbled into the snow.
She was completely naked.
”What the hell are they doing?”
A man stepped through the doorway after her and walked over without any urgency. When he reached her, he drove the toe of his pointed leather shoe into her stomach.
The girl folded in on herself.
Clutching her abdomen, she tried to crawl away, but the man casually followed and stomped on her head.
I watched her pale skin redden against the snow.
A moment later, a woman wearing a black dress with a flared skirt emerged from the building and began arguing with him. The man barked something back, turned around, and disappeared inside.
Once he was gone, the woman draped a blanket over the girl.
Only then did the town guards, who had spent the entire incident pretending not to notice, finally approach. They escorted both women toward the shack beneath the watchtower.
What was that?
And that man…
I felt as though I had seen him somewhere before.
Pulling the drone into a steep climb, I quickly gained altitude. At five hundred meters, it was effectively invisible to anyone on the ground. Even if someone had noticed it while it was flying low, they would have no idea where it had gone.
The city’s population was smaller than expected.
The guard presence was thin.
And judging from the condition of their Golems, there was a decent chance some of them were not even operational.
Taking Kane looked surprisingly easy.
Every rational part of me insisted that the sensible course was to avoid unnecessary risks, wait for spring, and return home. Yet the more I looked at the city below, the more tempting Thomas’s proposal became. Capturing the Haritz remnants and handing them over might make for a valuable souvenir.
Still…
”There’s no way this situation is actually good for Schweilitz, no matter how I look at it.”
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
”If I go back, am I seriously going to end up getting executed?”
Damn it.
Given everything that had happened so far, that possibility was not nearly as absurd as I wanted it to be.
What should I do? Maybe I should just hole up here for another year and see how things play out. Or maybe… maybe settle down with Iri, and just live a quiet life somewhere by the sea.
But if I actually did that, Kenze might come for my head, all thanks to that request Marie put in.
”What are you spacing out for?”
Pamela snapped me out of it with a sharp tap to the head.
I realized we were still only on our first break. I’m exhausted. I need to stop thinking about this weird stuff.
Wait. There was one more thing bothering me. Thomas, that guy… he came to us asking if we wanted to “declare independence,” didn’t he? We haven’t even talked about how he plans to handle the governance of the territory after taking down Kane.
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Summary:
Thomas proposes an independence plot to the protagonist, framing it as a necessary purge of Haritz remnants and a way to introduce advanced technology to the region. After assessing the risks and validating the intelligence through interrogation, they finalize a plan to infiltrate the stronghold of Kane disguised as local private soldiers. The chapter concludes with the protagonist and Pamela conducting a nighttime reconnaissance mission via a frozen river to prepare for the strike.
Larry scouts the walled city of Kaine using a drone, identifying structural weaknesses and a disturbing scene involving an abused woman within the lord’s palace. He returns to Yogis to coordinate tactical training and agricultural improvements with Thomas, aiming to professionalize the locals before the assault. The chapter concludes with the party departing for the siege as Larry contemplates the political complexities of his upcoming journey to the capital.
The protagonist grapples with the existential threat of returning to Schweilitz, fearing potential execution. They weigh the option of deserting or settling down with Iri against the looming threat of an assassin named Kenze. A sudden physical jolt from Pamela snaps the protagonist back to their current reality, where they recall a pending conversation about political independence.
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Trivia:
The Empire of Rus historically intervened in the region but withdrew due to its extreme poverty.
The Prooton Order transformed from a monastic order into an armed knight order due to failed annexation by the Empire of Rus.
The Haritz military advisor, Adam, and the Kane steward, Yurgis, share a deeply antagonistic relationship.
Larc von Haritz wears a silver mask because he is allegedly suffering from leprosy.
The protagonist’s memories include his time at the Besanburg Magic School a year prior.
Larry utilizes a fixed-wing drone with remote-operation headgear for reconnaissance.
The Kaine port uses a pebble beach design similar to Yogis.
The local population in Kaine is estimated at two thousand people.
Golems are being left to deteriorate in the snow near the palace.
Thomas reveals that the locals in the region were not using crop rotation or proper composting techniques.
The protagonist has a history of dangerous experiences that makes execution a plausible outcome.
Marie is the source of the assassination request targeting the protagonist.
Thomas initiated a sensitive political discussion about independence that remains unresolved.
The narrative includes an author’s note regarding health issues affecting the writing.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Pamela – An arrogant yet composed petite Elf mage, academy student, and Larry’s teasing Primary Wife. Hiding her ears and a slave crest under elegant white Gothic Lolita fashion, she has an aristocratic bearing and speaks in a refined samurai register. As a loyal companion, mediator, and Arsenal Bureau logistics head, she uses high magical aptitude, memory manipulation, and mind-reading for Golem operations and interrogations. Highly assertive, possessive, and blunt, she challenges Larry’s boundaries with historical anecdotes while fueling rumors of being his slave.
• Thomas – Thomas Bauer is a hulking, middle-aged Schuberitz Major with a wrestler build, red face, and scalp burns. Serving as a pragmatic mercenary and spear-wielding commander under a suspended death sentence, he oversees Valfin logistics and balances tribal dynamics. Cold, calculating, and manipulative, he acts as Larry’s intermediary and handles diplomatic groundwork to influence local politics. He now leads an offensive to consolidate Cain territory, consulting Larry’s group on his ambition to declare independence and establish his own lordship.
• Sarah – A heavily pierced Elf Mage and Second Lieutenant who commands the Magic Corps and controls specialized golem labor. Identifiable by her facial piercings, pointed ears, and long dark hair, this disciplined tactician and skilled pilot restrains Kenze and partners with Thomas in his strategic ambitions, despite having previously insulted Thomas’s intelligence by labeling him a brute-headed brawler.
• 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.
• 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.
• Schweilitz – A kingdom possessing an advanced magic academy and military arsenal. A person or entity whose current situation is deemed unfavorable by the protagonist, leading to fears of execution.
• Besanburg – A character met by the protagonist during the journey to the Imperial Capital.
• Iri – A thirteen-year-old fisherman and steward’s daughter sold to Larry, who considers settling down with her by the sea. Soft-featured yet physically developing, she lives at Larry’s base, learning mana control (Level 4 potential) while navigating awakening desires. Highly persistent about staying by his side, she trains with Yoghess’s local defense forces to maintain fishing tools and pilot golems.
• Major – A commanding military officer with a sadistic inclination toward interrogation. She orchestrates the sessions and utilizes Telepathy to coordinate with her subordinates.
• Haritz – A town associated with a specific type of guard Golem used during a rebellion led by a now-deceased figure, whose remnants recently attempted to hijack the Cain estate.
• Rus – A nation that annexed the Kingdom of Larland.
• Harmonia – A sixteen-year-old girl working at a fabric shop. She has tan skin and a foreign facial structure.
• Larland – A fallen kingdom with a royal lineage of eight princesses.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• Dapa – A town marked for potential conquest by Thomas.
• Lomas – The Lord of Cain. He is described as blonde, bald, obese, and sporting a goatee. The lord of Cain whose relationship with the Haritz remnants has become increasingly strained.
• Riemenschneider – A rebel leader from the Haritz remnants who surrenders unconditionally once his elite heavy infantry and golem support are destroyed.
• Yurgis – The eldest son and steward of the Cain family who openly clashes with the Haritz military advisor. The steward of Cain. He is described as blonde with long hair, tall, and clean-shaven.
• Adam – A military advisor for the Haritz faction who frequently clashes with the Cain family steward. A military strategist and advisor stationed in the village of Celsal, suspected of setting traps for Larry’s forces. The military advisor to the Haritz faction. He has long silver hair, is tall and muscular, and has a scar on his face.
• von – The noble particle ‘von’ indicates high social standing and ancestral roots connected to territorial estates within the Sabaski lineage. It marks the noble bloodline and full names of Annerose von Bülow, Walter von Riedel, and Marc von Harritz, establishing their shared aristocratic identity and familial relationship within the Kingdom.
• Larc – The leader of the Haritz remnants who suffers from leprosy and conceals his face with a silver mask. The ringleader of the Haritz elements. He is described as having a silver mask, medium build, and curly auburn hair.
• Fabian – A clerk for Haritz. He is short, blonde, and wears clerical robes. An administrative figure within the Haritz faction who dresses in clerical attire.
• Werner – A cousin of the Marquis who is responsible for financial matters within the Haritz faction. The financial officer of Haritz. He is dark-haired, bald, obese, and has sideburns.
• Alto – A toddler roughly one year old with limited speech, barely able to walk. He is the biological son of Monica and the late Denis Getys, currently being sent away to live with his uncle to ensure the continuity of the Getys lineage.
• Kenze – Denis is a muscular, agile former Tashkurgan intelligence agent wearing a niqab and slave crest. Traumatized by her homeland’s ruin and Boltechino, this emotionally unstable archer and crafter is fiercely attached to her master Earnest and Larry, but was tasked to kill the protagonist, likely by Marie. Left at the collapsed bridge, Earnest now wishes she were present for tactical assessment.
• Antony – A nineteen-year-old coachman, guide, and horse caretaker who serves as Larry’s blunt, observant assistant. The son of fur-trading merchants, he is an intelligent youth trained for trade who also acts as an interpreter. He provides the party with vital tactical information on local gates and skilled navigation through the frozen river area.
• Larry – A 14-year-old Japanese reincarnated soldier, Golem pilot, and cynical Schuberitz academy associate professor masquerading as salt merchant’s son Roberto de Calimen. Dark-haired and resembling an infant Griselda, this pragmatic, overworked Fifth Sage candidate commands a frontier carriage party. Married to Marie, acting as Pamela’s companion, and facing political proposals, he hides vulnerability behind tactical detachment.
• Roman – The Roman family name, carried by Louise. The lineage oversees a barony characterized by thin soil and a history of glacial weight, primarily sustained through sheep farming and recently established salt and sugar industries.
• Marie – Larry’s sharp-tongued Strock Village partner is a Magic Academy student, lab employee, and postpartum manager on maternity leave raising her child in the Royal Capital. Ange’s mother, Darina’s peer, and Manuela’s former Bizan Magic School friend, she keeps hair as a talisman. She issued the request for Kenze to kill the protagonist, who is actually her husband sharing a close, affectionate bond.
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