Volume 3 Chapter 3 Brat
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The Laboratory remained abuzz even after Professor Lizabel exited. I’d had my share of attempts to force silence in my past life, only to be met with a total counterattack from the women involved. The result? A trauma-inducing failure that left me a complete pariah in the workplace for years.1
To them, idle chatter is a sacred priority; interrupt it carelessly, and you’re just inviting a grudge. Yet, leave them to their own devices, and they’ll run wild. It’s a total headache.
Still, timing is everything, and this right now? Definitely not the moment. I picked up the profile files, biding my time.
One person stood out—different attire, a calm demeanor. Assistant Professor Eida Müller, presumably. She had a natural gravity, pulling the others’ attention toward her.
Next was Katarina Heize, the Head Research Student. This was the one who’d served as Professor Pauman’s mistress—or rather, his personal sexual outlet. My first impression wasn’t great; she’d treated me with nothing but disdain when I arrived. Come to think of it, she only had a year left to make Assistant Professor, or she’d be kicked out of the Academy. I suppose her irritation was inevitable.
Beyond her, there were three other Research Students, and seven students total, including Romy and Marie.
One of the Research Students was an Elf Mage—you could tell at a glance. Pointed ears poked out from beneath hair as dark as Cleopatra’s. At nineteen, she was still a mere child by Elf standards, with a body to match a five-year-old’s. Her features were exquisite, but she was so painfully “loli” that even Professor Pauman—with all his vices—hadn’t dared to lay a finger on her.
There were supposed to be two Dwarves among the students. I scanned the room and saw three girls with square-shaped faces and builds. That meant one of them was human. I’d find out soon enough. Calling her a “disappointing child” might get me slapped, though.2
Time to move.
As the atmosphere settled, I beckoned Assistant Professor Eida over. When there’s something I’m bad at, it’s best to leave it to the pros. Perks and drawbacks considered, of course.
”The Dean has ordered me to conduct individual interviews with everyone,” I said, my voice maintaining a neutral, professional clip.
Eida looked at me, her expression unreadable. “Oh?”
”In the meantime, I don’t want everyone just standing around. Could you give them some instructions? Organizing, tidying up, that sort of thing?”
Eida tilted her head slightly. “I suppose… that would be fine.”
She answered with a question. Classic. But a middle manager has to say what needs to be said.
”Once you’ve given your instructions, you’re up first. Meet me in the Professor’s office. I’ll be looking over the files.”
”Huh,” she replied, a note of skepticism coloring her tone.
What’s with that “huh”? Did I say something funny?
”You’re quite composed for such a young boy,” she observed, her eyes narrowing as she studied me.
It seemed the sight of a little kid throwing his weight around was entertaining. She was peering at me with genuine curiosity. Don’t tell me you’re a shota-con like Professor Lizabel, too?
”Hmph. I see why you managed to talk down Professor Pauman—the ‘Lead Author of twenty-two,’ indeed,” Eida muttered, a sharp, analytical edge to her voice. “Understood. I’ll get them organized.”
I’d braced for pushback, but she agreed readily. She immediately clapped her hands, drawing the girls’ attention and issuing orders in a tone that brooked no argument.
As expected of an Assistant Professor. I’ll gladly let her carry the heavy lifting.
Good. I headed to the Professor’s office and opened the door. The desk where Professor Pauman had died—his head cracked open—was clear now, and the bookshelf that had been ransacked back then was perfectly organized.
I sat down on the sofa in the waiting area, took a deep breath, and opened the file. First up: Assistant Professor Eida Müller-Holt.
Human, 28, female. Married, mother of two. Her husband is a finance bureaucrat at the Kingdom Office. I wonder if she knows Uncle Klaus? With her short, dark brown hair, she looked like your average, everyday mother.
She was from Ulm Village in the Schwaben Province—the third daughter of the Village Head. I felt a strange sense of kinship. As you’d expect from an Assistant Professor, her Mana level was 4—simple magic only, but respectable. In a pinch, we could probably communicate via Mind-reading.
After graduating from the local Mainstadt Magic School at sixteen, she entered the Magic Academy on a recommendation. That would mean she graduated top or second in her class. She certainly looked the part.
She became Head Research Student at 22.
She’d received a special jury award at a conference for her paper, “A Comparative Study of Magical Muscle Elasticity and Lifespan Across Monster Species.” Being an Assistant Professor by twenty-six was likely a requirement tied to winning that award.
Come to think of it, what is a Head Research Student? That was Katarina’s title. Could it be a position you only get once you’ve been “initiated” by the Professor? That’s absurd. Still, the mere thought made my face twitch with a suppressed smile.
As if to shatter that delusion, a sharp knock sounded at the door.
I composed my expression and called out for them to enter. Assistant Professor Eida walked in with a smile, and I signaled for her to sit on the three-seater sofa.
”May I ask one thing?” she inquired, her tone strictly professional.
”Ah, sure,” I replied.
”Are you an illegitimate child of some noble house, Larry-sensei?”
”Huh?” I blurted out, my composure slipping.
”You seem so used to handling people, and you’re remarkably composed.”
(No, no, no. In what world am I used to handling people? I was a middle manager in my past life, and I never got anywhere. And do “composed” people say “Huh?”)
”I’m just a commoner from a small village—the third son of a Village Head—who married into a Yeoman family,” I stated, straightening my back and praying she couldn’t tell I was terrified.
”No, that’s not something a normal commoner could do. Fighting in the Vod Fortress battle, winning a duel trial, being the lead author on a design plan at fourteen… Are you an abandoned royal prince?”
”No. I just joined the Militia for the Vod Fortress battle, and I only won the trial because I defied the nobility.”
I didn’t hate the flattery, but I had to remind myself not to get carried away. Still, I couldn’t stop the corner of my mouth from turning up.
Besides, she knew way too much about me.
”You’re just suspicious. A fourteen-year-old boy with a track record that puts adults to shame.”
”I see. Shall I read your mind to prove it?” I offered, leaning forward slightly and reaching out a hand.
”Oh, goodness, no! I have a husband and two children!” she exclaimed, recoiling.
”Huh?”
”I’ve heard that the professors’ Mind-reading defense makes women feel… ‘aroused,’ and then they get taken advantage of.”
Use a defensive barrier that forces the user into a state of lust so you can’t read their mind? There’s no way such an enviable defensive barrier exists.
”Who told you that?” I demanded.
”Professor Lizabel. She said she was being ‘worked on,’ but then she heard her husband’s voice, snapped out of it, and the Associate Professor ran out of the house in the nude. Pfft.”
That crazy old hag. And what was with that “Pfft”?
”Do you not know of the ‘Three Degrees of Deeb’? The comedy?”
”No,” I replied, “never heard of it.”
”It was immensely popular a while back. It held the record for the longest continuous run in the street theaters.”
Deeb the Third was a legendary thief from the Empire of Charle. The slapstick play, which claims to be about his descendant, begins with the protagonist sneaking into a Baron’s bedroom to steal a famous gem, only to find a beautiful concubine sleeping there. He tries to steal her too, but the Baron returns, and he ends up fleeing the room buck-naked. Apparently, the way he flees is so ridiculous that it’s apparently synchronized perfectly with my own story.
Assistant Professor Eida’s eyes were crinkling into crescents.
I pulled my hand back, sank into the seat, and rested my cheek on my hand, using the armrest.
”Can we move past that story?”
”My apologies. Pfft.”
(Sigh. Whatever.)
”Let’s get to the point. Tell me what you’ve been doing here in the Lab. I need to decide on our future direction. Oh, and I’ll mention this now so I don’t forget: there’s a faculty meeting today at 3:00 PM. The Dean wants you there.”
”Ah, right. It is the first day of the term, isn’t it?”
I suppose it is.
”Now, tell me what you’ve been working on.”
”Ah, the Magic Ship from the East. That’s… well, that’s a bit complicated.”
According to Eida, up until about three years ago, Professor Pauman—sexual conduct aside—had been doing fairly solid research. Once he became a professor, he shifted the direction of the Simple-type Magic Research Lab away from vague core research and toward the development of magic tools. Because the focus shifted to physical objects, results could be quantified much more concretely than with human-focused studies. There was pushback, as magic tool research was supposed to be the domain of the Complex-type field, but as the results started coming in, he gained followers and it grew into a legitimate field of study.
”I was drawn in by that too, and that’s why I joined this Lab.”
So, the award-winning study on muscle elasticity was his doing. But then, the Professor started exchanging information with researchers from the Turkic Empire, and as he got access to data on magic tools from the Far East, the lab’s direction began to warp. Before, he’d focused on using tissue—muscles and nerves—but then he started using severed organs—legs and tails—directly, and everything went off the rails.
”Katarina is skilled, so she could handle those things, but the rest of us couldn’t replicate the results. We submitted papers and designs several times, but we were always rejected.”
Katarina, the oldest in the lab and a year older than Eida. She wasn’t incompetent; maybe she was just a “jack-of-all-trades, master of none.” And on top of that, she’d been forced to serve as a sexual outlet. It was no wonder her personality had twisted.
”So, what do you think of the success rate of the magic ship the professor was building?”
”Maybe one in ten.”
That’s a harsh assessment. But Katarina can do it, right?
”The literature from the East seems suspicious. There’s no way attaching a giant toad-salamander tail to the stern of a ship for propulsion would work; the ship would just snake around and lose all its momentum. Katarina says it depends on the method, but I think it’s impossible.”
”So, if I change the lab’s policy, will she leave?”
”Who knows? She only has a year left anyway.”
I see.
”And what about you, Assistant Professor Eida? What do you want to do in the future?”
”I have children, so I’m perfectly happy staying here, even if I don’t advance further.”
She said it flat out. I’m grateful for that, but I don’t think it’s going to work out that way. No—I won’t let it work out that way.
”First things first,” I started, looking at her. “My blueprints are often classified as military top-secret. You sure about this?”
Some of it was stuff that violated public decency laws, so it wasn’t exactly open-source. That part, of course, was the exception.
”I entered the Academy prepared for this,” she replied. “My husband is a government official, so both of us are used to having tails. We actually joke about it.”
”The rest of the students, too?”
”Individual results may vary, but they did grill us about it during the entrance interviews.”
Romy seemed convinced—or at least she’d agreed. Whether she truly understood was another matter entirely. She lacked the raw ability, but I had no choice but to bring her along.
After that, I decided to discuss our classroom’s upcoming research project with Assistant Professor Eida.
”I’m thinking of having you all build a magic ship,” I said.
”A magic ship… again, sir?”
She looked absolutely miserable.
”This is completely different from Professor Pauman’s project. This one can be powered by charged Amber; you don’t need to be a Mage to operate it. And no monster dissections.”
”Is this the one rumored to be under development at the Arsenal Bureau?”
”You’ve got sharp ears.”
”Hard not to, when I was working on something similar.”
The Bureau’s version was like an outboard motor; what I wanted to build here was an internal, upgraded drive. It was something I’d commissioned from the late Henrietta-san.3
If this turns out well, I’ll dump that “magical electromagnetic propulsion” nonsense the Fourth Sage keeps pestering me about onto these lot. In my past life, even with superconductors, it never became practical. There’s no way it’s going to work in this world. I’ll just have these kids mess around with it until they report it can’t be done. That’s the plan.
Back to the point, I drew a rough sketch of the ship on paper to explain. Honestly, it would be easier if they could just read my mind, but Assistant Professor Eida flatly refused any skin contact.
”So, I have things I need to take care of in the other room, and I have a separate task for Marie.”
”Is it… top secret?”
”Something like that. Right now, I’m just exploring the possibilities. If it gets off the ground, I might shift some personnel over there.”
The Assistant Professor stared at my face for a moment, then suddenly flashed a smile.
”Assistant Professor, I’ve got just the kid for you.”
”Just take care of Romy, will you?”
I said it as if to cut off any further protest, and she gave me an incredibly dissatisfied look. But hey, I’m counting on you.
”But if she becomes too much to handle, please come and collect her.”
”I’ll think about it if it comes to that.”
I’m weak when it comes to stuff like this. I just can’t bring myself to say, “You have to take care of her no matter what.”
”Sorry to ask, but could you stay for the upcoming interviews?”
”I mean, I suppose I can, if you insist.”
”Much appreciated.” I had her sit in the seat next to me. I felt bad, but there was a certain level of risk involved in being alone in a room with a woman.
Next was Katarina, who had been in charge of the “sexual processing.” She walked into the room with an expressionless face. I could have sworn she was laughing when Professor Lizabel was here earlier.
”Regarding the future of this laboratory: for the time being, I want you to take over the work my late wife, Henrietta, was doing.”
”What is that, exactly?”
”A magic ship.”
Her face twisted overtly at my words.
”It’s completely different from the magic ship you’ve been working on here. Any issues?”
”I have none.”
Her heart clearly wasn’t in it; she answered while looking away.
”And one more thing I want to ask.”
She glared at me, not bothering to say “what.”
”Katarina Haze, what do you want to do from here on out?”
”What’s that supposed to mean?”
Academy rules dictate that if a Research Student fails to become an Assistant Professor by the age of thirty, they are expelled. She was twenty-nine. She had less than a year left.
”Do you want to remain at the Academy?”
”What’s your point? You trying to say a brat like you holds the golden ticket to an Assistant Professorship?”
”It’s not like I don’t have a say. If everyone puts in the effort, my magic ship will likely be finished by the end of the year. If your name is listed as a designer, wouldn’t that get you closer to becoming an Assistant Professor?”
I’d assumed that since Eida had won an award at an academic conference to earn her position, it was highly probable that getting her name on the blueprint would have the same effect. I just rolled with that assumption.
”Heh, what ridiculous confidence. So, what do I have to do? Offer up my body like before?”
She just blurted it out. Well, she had a great rack and a young, erotic body, so maybe that was an option?
Assistant Professor Eida sat next to me with a deadpan expression. It was apparently common knowledge. So, my turn with her is…
Let’s leave that for later.
”No, I’m asking if you really want to stay at the Academy.”
”Listen here, you shitty brat. What are you getting at?”
”Your language is a bit much, Katarina-san.”
Assistant Professor Eida intervened at an unexpected moment.
”It’s fine. I feel like I’m finally going to hear her true feelings.”
The Assistant Professor looked like she wanted to say something else, but I told her to be quiet.
”I know a saying: ‘A great player doesn’t necessarily make a great mentor.’ Do you understand what that means?”
”You’re always looking down on us, even though you’re just a kid.”
”I’m asking if you’ve actually put in the effort to train as a mentor. Well?”
That was a line my former superior used on me back in my past life. It crushed the pride of a cocky young guy who thought he was hot stuff and helped me grow as a human being. Though, it took about ten years for me to really understand what it meant in my bones.
”What could you possibly know?”
”I don’t need to know anything, do I?”
”So it’s enough if Eida understands?”
She glared at the Assistant Professor sitting quietly next to me.
”That’s part of it, but it’s enough if the other Students understand, isn’t it?”
”What did you say?”
”Ah—all I’m doing is evaluating the research results. That’s about it, right?”
”Talking like a saint… who the hell do you think you are?”
She was completely ready to fight. Good, she took the bait.
”I’m asking you, clearly! Do you want to stay at the Academy or not?! Head Research Student Katarina!”
I roared the last part. A carrot of becoming an Assistant Professor, and a whip to make her know her place. Being a middle-aged guy in a kid’s body has its perks. How about it, should I train that side of you, too?
”I’ll wait until tomorrow for your answer. We’re done.”
Katarina glared at me, her eyes slightly teary. For some reason, Assistant Professor Eida was flustered.
Katarina stood up, slammed the door open, and stomped out.
”Associate Professor Larry, today is Sunday. Usually, it’s a day off, but since it’s the first day of the new semester, we have school today. Which means tomorrow is a substitute holiday. Are you going to be meeting with the two of you alone?”
Wait, tomorrow’s a holiday? Right, this world uses a lunar calendar—twenty-eight days a month, four weeks, with the first of every month always being a Sunday.
”Hey, can you tell Katarina-san to move it to the day after tomorrow?”
”Right. Yes, of course.”
That was a bit pathetic of me.
After that, the interviews wrapped up without any major incidents.
Though honestly, after Katarina’s shouting earlier probably echoed through the hallway, the students seemed a little too well-behaved afterward.
Which, in my experience, usually meant trouble was brewing.
What I learned from the interviews was simple enough: every single student was thrilled they wouldn’t have to dissect monsters anymore.
But beneath the relief, there was also this vague anxiety hanging over them. Nobody really knew what came next.
Well… fair enough.
The research student who’d boldly asked whether Professor Lizabel and I were “physically involved” turned out to be twenty-two-year-old Janet Gower from Besanburg — apparently a graduate of Bizan Magic School.
And annoyingly enough, she acted like she already knew all sorts of things about me.
Meanwhile, the chubby girl who had asked how many wives I had was Claudia Ellart, a local from the Royal Capital.
Then there was Rosa Schram — the stout human girl built almost like a dwarf — from Marquis Sabaski’s territory. Apparently she skipped Magic School entirely and entered the Magic Academy directly. One of those natural-born geniuses.
Thankfully, she wasn’t a disaster personality-wise.
Honestly, all of them were talented.
If I’d been a student in their class, I was pretty sure I would’ve ended up at the absolute bottom of the school social ladder within a month.
Could I really manage this laboratory?
Once the interviews ended, I originally planned to give them a lecture about the magic ship project.
But these kids were sharp. Trying to explain everything poorly would only make me look incompetent.
So instead, I decided to show them something real.
The only thing I had here was the aircraft — the fixed-wing drone.
The more questionable inventions were all locked away at the Arsenal Bureau.
Honestly, the motor over there would’ve been more useful to demonstrate, but you work with what you’ve got.
I returned to the room where Kenze and the others were waiting, grabbed the drone’s separated fuselage and wings, then assembled it in front of everyone.
”Alright,” I announced, lifting it up. “This is a Fixed-Wing Drone. It runs using a completely new application of mana.”
The students immediately leaned forward.
Mages really were creatures driven by curiosity.
Anything unfamiliar instantly grabbed their attention.
”And the magic ship we’re planning to build here? The operating principle is almost exactly the same.”
I explained how mana powered the motor, how the propeller spun to push air — or water — backward to generate thrust.
”Could someone open the shutters?”
A pair of students hurried over and pulled open the large wooden air gate built into the laboratory wall — roughly two meters wide and eighty centimeters tall.
I switched on the drone and synchronized with the goblin nervous system embedded inside it.
Immediately, my vision shifted.
The scenery in front of me became rougher, blurrier than normal sight.
I poured mana into the system.
The propeller spun faster and faster.
Once the RPM stabilized, I gave the aircraft a light toss.
The drone slipped neatly through the narrow opening and shot outside.
Since the laboratory was on the fourth floor, the moment it cleared the building, the entire landscape opened up beneath me.
But this wasn’t the time for sightseeing.
I banked immediately and guided the drone back toward the open shutter.
I could see my own body standing there waiting.
Right before impact, I lifted the nose slightly and severed synchronization with the motor.
The Fixed-Wing Drone dropped perfectly into my waiting hand.
The room exploded into cheers.
Yes. Perfect hook.
Even Katarina was staring at the drone with sparkling eyes.
For the first time, I genuinely felt like maybe…
just maybe…
I could actually lead this laboratory.
I raised my voice over the noise.
”Listen carefully! This technology is top secret. Do not talk about it outside this room.”
Nobody listened. Not a single one.
The students crowded around me, completely absorbed in the drone itself — examining it, arguing theories, poking at parts — utterly ignoring the actual inventor standing right there.
”Professor!”
A tiny elf mage raised her hand energetically.
”Tula, go ahead.”
”Um… I want to fly it too.”
”Ah… sorry. That actually requires training first.”
The little elf girl visibly drooped in disappointment.
Cute.
I tried explaining how, back at the Arsenal Bureau, I’d crashed several prototypes because I couldn’t control them properly at first.
Nobody was listening. Not remotely.
”Oh! Mana’s flowing through it!”
the pigtailed chubby girl squealed excitedly.
”Hey! Don’t turn that switch on— give it back!”
I tried to push through the crowd, but the girls blocked me completely.
”I synced with it already!”
”Idiot, stop—!”
The chubby girl, having absolutely no idea what she was doing, began operating the drone anyway.
The propeller was spinning at full throttle, vibrating so hard I thought it might just rip itself off and fly away.
Then, damn it, they let go.
The moment it left their hands, the fixed-wing drone4 arched upward, dead-set on a collision course with the ceiling. The propellers shattered on impact, the motor tore loose, and the internal circuitry spilled out like guts. As if that wasn’t enough of a disaster, the self-destruct sequence kicked in—or maybe it was just a short circuit, I couldn’t tell—and the core components started to melt into slag.
”Seriously, what the hell are you thinking?” I snapped. “This belongs to the Arsenal Bureau, you know!”
”We didn’t hear you say that,” one of them replied, shrugging.
”We didn’t think it would do that,” added another.
”You should’ve told us first,” a third chimed in.
”Neeeeeeeh.”
”Neeeeeeeh,” my ass.
Honestly, I really don’t have the patience to babysit these idiots.
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Summary:
Larry assumes control of the problematic research laboratory by initiating individual interviews with the staff. He navigates complex workplace politics and the residual trauma left by the late Professor Pauman. Assistant Professor Eida provides him with an overview of the lab’s shift from core research to the controversial magic ship project. The protagonist resolves to steer the laboratory in a new direction despite the existing social friction.
Larry conducts interviews with his new Research Students, including the disgruntled Katarina, while attempting to reorient the laboratory’s focus toward his proprietary magic ship designs. He manages to manipulate the students’ expectations and leverage their professional ambitions to secure their cooperation, though his own motivations for the project remain obscured. The scene ends on a note of uncertainty regarding his personal interactions and the volatile nature of his students’ potential.
The protagonist watches in horror as a group of girls release a drone at full throttle, leading to its immediate destruction against the ceiling. The girls remain dismissive of his authority regarding the Arsenal Bureau’s equipment. The protagonist is left to reflect on his inability to manage their unpredictable behavior.
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Trivia:
Larry is a 14-year-old commoner who married into a Yeoman family.
The laboratory members consist of a mix of Research Students and students, including an Elf and potentially a human posing as a Dwarf.
The “Three Degrees of Deeb” is a popular street theater comedy that mirrors the protagonist’s own scandal.
Professor Pauman was influenced by research from the Turkic Empire, leading to the incorporation of severed monster organs in his experiments.
The world operates on a lunar calendar where every month is twenty-eight days.
Research Students at the Academy face automatic expulsion at thirty if they fail to become an Assistant Professor.
The protagonist’s previous wife, Henrietta, was previously in charge of the research projects at the laboratory.
The protagonist has a past life that informs his management style and his skepticism of advanced theoretical propulsion.
The equipment belongs to the Arsenal Bureau.
The drone was equipped with a self-destruct mode.
The next update is scheduled for Friday the 19th.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Lizabel – A newly appointed Magic Academy professor in her late thirties, this dignified, flirtatious, and manipulative noblewoman boasts a striking, voluptuous physique and wears revealing silk dresses. Sharp-witted and confident, she lives next door to the protagonist, eager to investigate their inventions. Known for a scandalous private life, she has a fierce rivalry with Professor Elga Dean, connections to Larry and Katarina, and deep knowledge of the Academy’s inner workings. She recently left her Resonance Systems Laboratory in unrest following property sales of fallen nobles.
• Eida – A 28-year-old Assistant Professor from Ulm Village with short dark brown hair, she is a mother of two who wears civilian clothes off-duty. At the Magic Academy, she serves under the Associate Professor, manages the lab and finances, supports Larry, and handles administrative and academic scheduling. She oversees research and uses a tough-love approach, frequently scolding the protagonist.
• Katarina – A 29-year-old human female, Chief Researcher at the Royal Magic Academy, and lead Research Student in the Magic Laboratory. Diligent and nearing her thirties, she serves as Earnest’s attendant, manages the protagonist’s personal needs, handles expedition rosters, and assists with technical operations. Escorted to safety during a skirmish, she faces expulsion after being used as Professor Pauman’s sexual outlet. She is fascinated by drone piloting.
• Pauman – A deceased Academy professor and former Magic Tool Lab head whose course load was inherited by Larry, Eida, and the protagonist. Known for questionable research, an exploitative nature, and a controversial history with female students, he previously mentored Katrina. His past magic ship project stands in stark contrast to the protagonist’s design, and he once renamed his lab to avoid conflicts.
• Marie – Larry’s blunt, sharp-tongued wife is a Magic Academy student and lab employee from the protagonist’s hometown. Currently on maternity leave at the postpartum rest facility she manages, she is Ange’s mother and keeps her hair in an inner pocket as a talisman. Despite marriage, she shares a close, affectionate bond with the protagonist, who previously loved her and gave her a separate task.
• Romy – A student researcher at the Academy under Larry’s care, she lacks raw ability but is brought along by the protagonist for a research task, appearing as their companion at a funeral. Within the laboratory group, her name is on blueprints for Mana-charging designs. She noticeably reacts to Larry’s stutter, reflecting her relationships with her mentor and peers.
• 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.
• 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.
• Dean – A professor whose office serves as a central hub for academic administration.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Klaus – Thin, nervous Uncle Klaus, the narrator and Larry’s uncle, is the Thalbach finance chief, a noble-vassal to Viscount Bizan, and potentially connected to the Kingdom Office. Worn by endless work and his wife’s jealousy, his exhausted face features dark circles, and he stresses by closing his eyes. Despised by Larry and Hans, he attends the wedding in a gold-trimmed black hat and light-grey cloak.
• 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.
• 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.
• Ed – A lanky refugee youth in simple farmer’s garb, Larry’s close friend and fierce protector is now a Military Academy student making claims about the Poll Tax and mortality. Formerly an associate of Captain Bours, he witnessed the Mauer Village skirmish, fled to Strock Village, and joined the militia to train spear-walls and ambush mercenaries, remembered for his quiet resolve to survive.
• Larry – A 14-year-old Japanese reincarnated protagonist and cynical Royal Magic Academy associate professor who balances tactical engineering with intense administrative duties. Equally aged to Rosa, this debt-ridden, abrasive dueling champion designs advanced coilguns and drones. Currently recovering from injuries post-ambush, he is arrested while leading students to safety and interacting with the coven.
• Deeb – A legendary thief from the Empire of Charle, referenced in a popular comedy play.
• Sig – A student and friend of Marie characterized by a casual and uninhibited personality, often seen yawning during academic discussions. Has short brown hair from the Holstein territory. She is blunt, realistic about the nature of war, and failed the entrance exam at the Sabaski Magic School.
• Henrietta – Late wife of Larry and deceased Royal Magic Academy research student whose displaced consciousness became a parasite inside her daughter’s body. Eager for Larry’s return, she was the former owner of the slave Pamela, who uses her distinct scent and traits to identify mana sensitivity. Known for her degenerate or perverted nature, she died post-rebellion but remains a central point of reference.
• Fourth – A mysterious and cunning sage who seeks advice from Larry.
• 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.
• Abe – Childhood name of the Crown Prince.
• Bizan – The Bizan family name, held by the Viscount. He is the lord of the territory and owner of the castle built within the Danube River.
• Janet – A twenty-two-year-old Research Student from the Bizan Magic School who questioned the protagonist about his personal life.
• Claudia – A student at the academy described as chubby. A student from the local Royal Capital who inquired about the number of wives the protagonist has.
• 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.
• Sabaski – A family name associated with the Dean of the Simple-type faculty.
• Rosa – A 14-year-old first-year academy student from the Marquis Sabaski territory who resembles a Dwarf. This cynical fisherman’s daughter is a headset-wearing “boku-girl” with a genius mind for drone piloting, motor tech, and combat coordination. While her talent attracts the Magic Armored Division, she is held by a “hag” and is a young subordinate struggling with the harsh realities of war.
• Kenze – An exceptionally powerful, muscular Amazoness slave from Tashkurgan and former deputy general under Earnest, she is a short-haired companion to the protagonist and Larry. Blunt, stoic, and foul-mouthed, she uses a dagger and bow. She shares a bed with Pamela, protects Larry—whom she once tried to kill—on his expedition to raise her offspring, and deeply dislikes Southern Continent Amazonesses.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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