Volume 3 Chapter 32 The Beam*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
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The day after Pamela the elf mage and Pia the well-endowed mage returned from Cain, the boys were sent out to harvest peat under the guidance of a local fur trader.
The work had to be done now, during winter’s final days, before the heavy rains arrived and the ice covering the ponds disappeared. The process itself was simple, even if the labor was not. They would head inland, cut the peat into brick-sized blocks, carry them back to the roadside, and stack them beneath covered drying racks. Once it had cured, the peat could be burned as fuel or used beneath woodchips in the smokehouse to keep the heat steady.
If we waited any longer, monster activity around the peatlands would increase sharply. The timber harvest, meanwhile, had already been finished while the snow was still deep enough to make hauling easier.
”Well, that’s a huge help,” the fur trader said with an appreciative grin. “We’ve been short-handed since the fighting started, so I appreciate it.”
Smoking was one of Yoghess’s main industries, which meant everyone pitched in. The villagers were even providing lunch.
”Janis, Andris,” I said, “listen to him and put your backs into it.”
”Yeah, yeah.”
Their careless answer immediately got on my nerves.
Brats.
I had wanted to bring the youngest, Maris, along as well, but she would only have slowed things down. Instead, I left her under the watch of her eldest sister, Balme.
Then there were the sisters from Janis’s village, eight-year-old Inga and six-year-old Laima. Today, I was taking them, along with Katri, to the rental house near the port where I used to live.
”We’ve been gone for a while,” I said. “Think you can handle the cleaning?”
Katri tilted her head.
”And what shall we do with this house, Master?”
That question brought me back to a conversation from a few days earlier.
While I was eating breakfast, Thomas had shown up with a woman in tow.
”Doesn’t look like this Lord is going to let you take it easy, either.”
At first I had no idea what he meant. Then I realized he was talking about the pressure to establish a nation.
As far as I was concerned, the Proton Order had already been dealt with, and Rus was busy fending off The Boltechino. I could not see anyone interfering with this territory anytime soon, which made the idea of declaring a country feel like inviting extra trouble for no reason.
”Rumor has it the folks in Cain want to meddle with your new nation’s organization however they please,” Thomas said.
”If it’s such a hassle, why don’t we just cancel the whole nation-building thing?”
”Not happening, kid. Once The Boltechino pulls out, Rus will come begging for food under the name of cooperation. And the Proton Order isn’t the type to stay quiet forever. Cain, Yoghess, the Duke of Bryachislavichi—they all know that if we’re going to build a country, now is the only time.”
”Is that how it is?”
”Besides, they want you to produce an heir while you’re still here.”
I blinked.
”What?”
Thomas stared at me as if I were hopeless.
”Are you really that oblivious? You’ve got three wives. You’ll have kids before long, and once you’ve got an heir, the country has stability. Everyone already thinks you’re a womanizing little menace.”
The three so-called widows were not the women from Strock Village. He meant the late Lord of Cain’s daughter, the Lord of Yoghess’s granddaughter, and the Duke of Bryachislavichi’s granddaughter. I had already crossed a line with Emmy, but I still could not follow his logic.
”Who’s spreading those rumors?”
”Are you kidding? How many women have you gotten involved with since you got here?”
”Uh…”
”Manuela, the Marquis’s wife. Pia. Katri. Iri from Yoghess. Ellie, the Duke’s youngest daughter. That’s five. Then there’s Pamela. No matter how you look at it, you’re a brat with no self-control. Tell me honestly—you haven’t laid a finger on those orphans you picked up, have you?”
”Shut up and stop counting. I didn’t even include Iri, and I’m not a creep. Besides, Ellie was a complete honey trap1. I’d been living like a monk for ages. Falling for it was practically inevitable. And with Manuela and Pia, it was more like taking responsibility. They didn’t have anyone to protect them, so I felt like I needed to step in.”
Thomas had taken in the previous Lord’s young widow himself. He had also picked up that girl from Travis with the large mana reserves. We were not all that different.
”You’re only fifteen,” Thomas said. “You could probably manage twice a night without any trouble. I’m lucky if I can handle once a week.”
”What’s with the old-man routine?”
”Whatever. Just focus on producing an heir. Once you’ve got one, you’ll have more freedom.”
I was fairly certain that was not how any of this worked.
The situation in the motherland was still worrying. International relations were a mess, trade routes could be cut at any time, and declaring myself a Lord might be enough to invite an invasion. Before doing anything, I needed a clear picture of what the motherland intended. Everyone else seemed far too eager to charge ahead.
”Anyway, it’s mid-March. Did the ship to Schweilitz leave?”
”No. Didn’t you hear? They said it won’t be possible until April.”
That meant news from the motherland would not reach us until June.
”Back to the point,” Thomas continued. “The Lord of Yoghess wants to establish the nation as soon as possible. He’s planning to go to Cain with you. He’s even inviting the Duke of Bryachislavichi.”
”You’re lying. Georg-Major from the merchant guild said they planned to drag things out in Yoghess.”
”They’ll be fine. Everyone’s still cleaning up after the fight with the Proton Order, so nobody has time to complain. You’ll be heading to Cain sooner or later, so get your affairs in order.”
As he said that, his gaze drifted toward the children.
I tried asking whether he could at least place Janis in his soldier-settler program, but he turned me down immediately. Antony’s father rejected the idea of foster care as well. Taking in brothers or relatives was normal, but accepting complete strangers from another land was apparently a different matter. As for employment, the children could help with village work, but no one wanted to hire them privately.
”Even if I act as their guarantor?”
”If it’s you, Master,” Antony’s father said, “we can’t hold you responsible if the brats make trouble. And if one of them got seriously hurt, we’d never be able to face you.”
Apparently I had become too important for my own good.
The children would have to earn trust on their own.
In the end, I had no choice but to keep them with me. If that was the case, they needed somewhere to live. Now that they were getting old enough to become curious about sex, I was not comfortable keeping the boys and girls together forever.
There was no immediate rush, but eventually they would need separate housing. That was why I had brought Katri and the younger girls to the unused house.
”We should reinforce that beam,” Katri said after looking around. “I’ll ask a carpenter.”
”Is it really that weak?”
The house only had a single floor, and the beam did not look especially thin.
”No, it’s just… you’ll be putting the boys here eventually, won’t you? Until then, this is meant to be your fun room.”
As expected of Katri, she had seen straight through my intentions.
I could hardly do that at the main house with the children around, but calling it a fun room still felt excessive.
”If it were Pia-sama, the beam would need to support her weight while suspended from it, so proper reinforcement would be necessary.”
”Katri-dono… are you skilled in that sort of thing too?”
According to her, it was part of the curriculum at the Maid School in Moscow. During the long winters of the north, wealthy families looked for ways to entertain themselves, and safe bondage techniques were considered useful skills for professional maids. Given that winter days could be painfully short, I supposed it made a strange kind of sense.
”Are there any other ways to pass the time?”
”Well… perhaps partner-swapping.”
I blinked.
Huh.
Interesting, but probably a little advanced for me.
I glanced over at Inga and Laima as they swept the floor. At eight and six years old, they moved with the awkward determination only children could manage.
Katri wanted to keep them close, but perhaps sending them to the Maid School was worth considering. The real problem was money. At the moment, I barely had an income worth mentioning.
Then another thought struck me.
Wait.
Was I really never going to receive a salary?
Were they turning me into a Lord because I was a convenient and inexpensive boy to use?
I was definitely going to demand some kind of pay. If I managed that, I could probably cover tuition for the girls. Even Iri had learned enough Schweilitz by now. She might not qualify for the Magic Academy, but Bizan Magic School should be within reach. And with Thiele, the Lord’s nine-year-old granddaughter, and Bernard, an eight-year-old boy, living nearby, sending them abroad to study when they were older might be worthwhile too.
Somewhere along the way, I had started worrying about schools, jobs, and futures for all these kids before I even noticed.
Still, all of that was a distant possibility.
The immediate problem was what would happen to the orphans if I really left for Cain.
The carpenters who arrived turned out to be the same men who usually repaired boats. When I asked about costs, they told me they would need to consult the Lord first.
That meant a visit to the mansion was unavoidable.
”You’ve come, you’ve come!”
The Lord looked genuinely delighted to see me, which made things a little awkward. House Steward Rolandas arrived shortly afterward.
”Father, I’ve already sent an express letter to the Duke of Bryachislavichi.”
After greeting me briefly, he turned back to the Lord. Apparently this was the Cain trip Thomas had mentioned.
The Lord nodded before looking at me.
”You’ve come about the orphans from Rente and Bohnes, haven’t you?”
I understood enough of the local language to follow that much, but it was still unsettling how accurately he had guessed my concerns.
”How did you know?”
”It’s a small town. Word travels. Especially when it concerns the famous Duke Fee.”
So I really was being watched.
”We will provide food, clothing, and shelter,” the Steward said. “In exchange, even though they are children, they will contribute labor to the city.”
It was exactly what I had hoped for.
”But what happens when they grow up?”
”I haven’t thought of a limit,” the Lord admitted, “but once they complete their coming-of-age ceremony, let’s allow them to decide for themselves.”
They also agreed that, in certain cases, I could send some of the children to school.
As for my own living arrangements, however, they insisted that I remain confined to the servants’ quarters of the mansion.
”The wages are meager, but we shall pay you just as we do the other staff. That should be sufficient, should it not?” the House Steward said with a stiff, deferential nod.
It was all so accommodating that I couldn’t help but feel indebted. “Wages, you say? I, too, would like some disposable income,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral and observant.
The House Steward looked surprised by this. He leaned in to whisper something to his master, the Lord.
”Disposable income? For what purpose?” the Lord inquired, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of authority.
”I’m well-provided for in terms of food and the like, so I have no daily struggles. However, I’ve already spent money on repairs for the harbor house I rented, intending to let a young boy live there, but now I’m short on funds.”
In truth, I had one gold coin, two silver coins, and eleven copper coins from Schweilitz, but that was a secret.
”We shall cover those expenses here,” the Lord declared. “Surely, you should have received funds from the Duke of Bryachislavichi—as a reward or severance, perhaps?”
”No,” I answered flatly. “I did borrow a brothel2 for two days to open it to the soldiers, but I received no payment for that.”
”I… I see,” the Lord hesitated. “The Duke of Bryachislavichi will be here as early as five days from now. We shall discuss it with him then.”
It felt less like a deferral and more like they were running away from the issue.
After that, they spent a long time pressuring me with various excuses to establish my own nation as quickly as possible. The gist, as Thomas had told me, was the concern that if the social situation stabilized too much, others would interfere, or that Cain’s cronies were already eyeing the positions available after the nation’s founding, and so on.
They were also incredibly persistent about me siring a child with their granddaughter, Thiele, as soon as possible. His granddaughter, Thiele, was only nine years old. That was impossible by any measure. I told myself silently that I wouldn’t touch her for at least another four years.
They invited me to stay for dinner, but I declined, citing the shellfish I had caught yesterday. My public excuse was that I needed to check on the renovations and that I wanted to contemplate the nation’s founding away from the children.
The shellfish, which resembled asari clams, were seasoned only with beer and butter. Since there was so much, we grilled them one after another in the tiled stove.
And then there were the “Dick Clams,” named by the brats. I wanted to serve them as sashimi, but not knowing what kind of parasites might be lurking, I removed them from their shells, peeled off the skin, split them in half, discarded the liver, and boiled them.
”Look, they look just like little dicks, don’t they?” one of the boys shouted, brandishing a raw clam.
I pretended not to notice the boys teasing the girls with the raw, prepped geoduck-like clams. Pia’s face flushed deep crimson.
The noisy dinner ended. The men went to take a bath, and by the time we came out, the younger ones were already asleep. A little while later, the women came out of the bath as well.
”Pamela, could you watch the brats tonight?” I asked.
”What? Am I to be left out?” Pamela retorted.
”I’ll make it up to you later.”
”You promise,” she muttered.
I replied with a vague “yeah, yeah,” and went over to Pia.
”Pia, shall we sleep in a different house tonight?”
When I touched her, it triggered telepathy and I could read her consciousness, so I spoke from a short distance away. Her face, flushed and rosy from the bath, turned even redder.
”I’d like that,” Pia whispered, her voice soft and hesitant.
I went to the brats who were still awake and asked if they wanted to catch shrimp or crabs tomorrow. At first, their eyes sparkled as they listened to how to catch them, but perhaps tired from the peat work today, they soon fell asleep.
”Well, shall we go?” I asked, keeping my voice low.
I spoke to Katri, who was already prepared, and Pia, who sat on the edge of the bed with a blushing face. They stood up and followed.
Under a cloudy, dark sky, we headed toward the harbor house by the light of a dim lamp.
”Pia-san, were you violated on the battlefield?” Katri asked, her voice sharp and clinical. Katri, who was walking in front, turned around and stared at Pia.
”No, I was near the Golems, so the enemy soldiers didn’t come near,” Pia replied quietly.
”That’s a pity, isn’t it?”
Pia struggled to respond.
”Pia-san, didn’t you expect it?” Katri pressed, her tone devoid of warmth. “To be gang-raped by the enemy soldiers?”
”That’s not…”
She denied it in a small voice, but for some reason, it came out sounding strained.
”Don’t lie to me.”
When she was denied by Katri, she didn’t argue back.
”You were expecting to be gang-raped by the enemy soldiers, weren’t you?”
”Yes,” Pia admitted, her voice barely a breath.
Hey, hey, seriously? You just said “yes,” didn’t you? Is this the real deal, verbal abuse? It felt like Pia was getting more into it than Katri, as if she had been hoping for this.
”Pia-san, you lied. Even though you’re a pervert,” Katri noted coldly.
Is verbal abuse just a form of theater? It sounded like lines that had been prepared in advance.
”Lord Fee, what shall we do with Pia-san for lying?” Katri asked, turning toward me.
”I’ll have to punish her,” I said.
There was no other option but that line.
”Aren’t you lucky, Pia?” Katri remarked. “Lord Fee is going to punish you personally.”
This house was a small, one-story building with just a kitchen, a bedroom-c*m-dining room, and a water-closet room. The stove in the dining room had been lit, and it was relatively warm.
”You liar, Pia. Get naked.”
I was certain the two of them were enjoying this without me. It was exciting, though.
Furthermore, I turned on the Luminous Magic Iron light. The light was incomparably brighter than the dim lamp, and Pia was embarrassed, covering her front.
”You pervert, why are you being shy? Put your hands down,” Katri snapped, slapping Pia’s hands away sharply.
”Now, put both your hands in front of you.”
Katri quickly tied both of her wrists with a rope, calling it a “handcuff tie.” She made Pia step onto a small platform, then tied one end of a rope strung over a beam to the rope on her wrists and pulled, forcing Pia to raise her arms in a “banzai” pose. Katri tied the other end to a pillar so it wouldn’t loosen.
”How is it?” Katri whispered, leaning close. “Being defenseless, your armpits and breasts exposed… your expectations are growing, aren’t they, Pia?”
At some point, she had started calling her just “Pia,” dropping the “-san.”
”Since we’re at it, let’s blindfold you.”
Katri went behind Pia and blindfolded her with a black cloth band over her hair.
”How is it? Your senses will become sharper, right?”
The moment she said that, she grabbed Pia’s raised upper arms and slid her hands from her armpits down to her flanks, causing Pia to twist her body as her large breasts swayed.
”Lord, we are ready,” Katri announced. “Oh, I apologize, I forgot one thing.”
Saying that, Katri kicked the small platform out from under Pia. Blindfolded and not knowing what had happened, Pia panicked, trembling and thrashing about, before finally settling down on her tiptoes.
”Lord, if you would, please use this.”
What was handed to me was a stick-like, flexible material, about fifty centimeters long, with something like a brush at the end. The handle was shaped like a man’s phallus.
”It is a whalebone whip,” Katri said softly.
I didn’t ask where she got it, but when I took it in my hand, it was light, though the brush at the tip was a little heavy. While impressed, I held the handle and swung it, hearing a nice whistling sound.
I immediately touched Pia’s neck with the brush. Blindfolded and touched by something incomprehensible on her neck, she panicked a little again. I slowly crawled the tip from there to the side of her breasts.
”Hii!”
She let out what could be called a small scream, twisting her body on her tiptoes, and I was seduced by her swaying, full breasts. I wanted to touch her skin and see her consciousness directly, but that would be rude.
Her semi-inverted nipples hardened, and a glowing streak from deep within her crotch was already licking her white inner thighs.
The whip snapped. “Hii!” Pia let out a sensual voice as a cherry-colored mark appeared on her breast.
Ah, that’s it. I’m done for. Something snapped in my head.
I had an irresistible urge to hit the female body with her arms tied and standing on tiptoes. When I hit her, Pia twisted her body, and her unstable, tiptoeing frame rotated slightly. As she turned, the smooth skin from her waist to her thighs, even more enchanting than her breasts, became the perfect target. Then, as she twisted and turned again, her lustful, large breasts appeared.
I swung the whip to my heart’s content. Had I gone too far? I regained a bit of my sanity and looked back at Katri, who was smiling.
When I returned my gaze to Pia, she couldn’t stand and was resting her weight on her tied hands. When I stepped closer and wrapped my arm around her waist, her consciousness had gone completely blank.
After pulling her close, I grabbed her hanging head by the hair to make her look forward, and saliva was dripping from her half-open mouth onto her chest. Her rough, womanly breathing hit my face. When I blocked it with my lips, her consciousness was instantly overwritten from blankness to lust.
”I think that’s enough,” Katri said, approaching.
While I was kneading and licking Pia, who was in the banzai pose, and playing with the handle of the whip, just as it was about time, Katri approached.
”Let’s take off the blindfold.”
I watched Katri’s actions. Even after removing the blindfold, there was no will to be seen in Pia’s eyes. They were unfocused.
”Lord, your clothes.”
I had undressed my upper body on my own at some point, but my pants were still on. Katri knelt in front of me and began to untie the knots. It looked like intent had returned to the eyes of Pia, who was watching us.
When my lower half was exposed, Katri gobbled it up.
”That wasn’t the agreement,” Pia shouted, shaking her body violently.
Katri, not caring about such things, pushed me down, climbed on top of me, and began to move her hips violently.
Then came the second ‘Sage Time.’ I was sleeping in the middle of the river-like formation on the bed.
”Hey, you two, are you using me as an excuse?”
(That is not true,) Pia projected through telepathy.
Her consciousness was a lie. It seemed the two of them were definitely in a lesbian relationship.
”Don’t ask about such unrefined things,” Katri said.
Katri, now completely naked, rested her head on my shoulder as if to act spoiled.
”Unrefined?”
”It is unrefined.”
When Katri, who could not use telepathy, answered that, she stuck out her tongue and stimulated my nipple. When had she discovered my weak point?
The third ‘Sage Time.’
(You really are a pervert,) I teased via telepathy.
I heard some laughter. It wasn’t the telepathy I usually heard on the surface of her consciousness, but something that welled up from the depths of Pia’s consciousness.
For the third time, we got out of bed again. I tortured her with Katri’s specialty: tying her up and hanging her.
Had I gone crazy? But encouraged by that laughter, I, too, couldn’t stop laughing.
The mouth of the blindfolded Pia loosened, and her white teeth were visible again. When I inserted my index finger there, she accepted it and stuck out her tongue to lick it.
On top of that, a lust that felt like it was going to make me go crazy suddenly dominated Pia’s consciousness, and for some reason, she tried to entangle and suck out my Mana.
(What are you trying to do?)
Even when I asked, and even when I touched her consciousness, only laughter returned. Thinking it might be dangerous, I took Pia’s Mana Draining in one go and reaped her consciousness, too. We were both Level 3, but she couldn’t resist me.
I talked to Katri and put Pia, who had lost consciousness, to sleep on the floor.
I nudged Pia with my foot, channeling just enough mana to jump-start her consciousness.3
As she stirred, confused by the sudden return of her senses, I rolled her over onto her back. Her breasts, heavy and gravity-bound, sagged to the sides, and even without me doing a thing, a faint, involuntary twitching pulsed between her thighs.
”Katri, come here,” I said in a neutral, modern tone.
I pulled Katri close, standing over the prone Pia, and wove my tongue with hers.
”Well? Why don’t you have a go, Katri? You do this all the time, right?” I asked, my voice retaining its standard, neutral rhythm.
”Oh, my,” Katri replied, her voice smooth and refined, “are you quite certain you do not mind, Master?”
”If I can’t hold back anymore, I’ll just make you two let me join in,” I told her, my tone remaining flat and conversational.
Katri smiled, a picture of grace, and produced a fresh coil of rope. She was a professional. She re-tied Pia with effortless precision—shibari for the upper body, an M-spread for the lower—leaving no room for wasted movement.
”Let’s bring her back a bit more,” I stated.
I funneled more mana into Pia. Predictably, the lust was gone, reset. Still blindfolded and bound, she spiraled back into a panic. Then, Katri kissed her. Pia stiffened, realizing it wasn’t me, which spiked her anxiety—until she recognized Katri, at which point she began to hungrily demand the kiss, the two of them devouring each other’s saliva in a frantic haze.
Heterosexual acts, ending with e**culation, always feel a bit… clinical, no matter how you dress them up. But acts between women? They’re viscous, sticky, drawn-out. Katri, in particular, indulged in sadistic verbal abuse, driving Pia to serve her instinctively while punishing any hesitation with sharp slaps to the cheeks or breasts until Pia’s desires were laid bare. Once Pia spilled her truth, Katri rewarded her with kisses to her mouth or between her legs. It was undeniably erotic, but the sheer amount of time they took…
I couldn’t just stand here and watch forever, so I shoved my member into Pia’s mouth while she was distracted by having her own nether regions licked.
It’s pathetic, really—the things a man will do out of self-loathing.
But once you’re brimming over, you tend to forget all that.
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Summary:
Fee attempts to manage the care of several orphans by finding them work and housing, including a suspicious, potentially reinforced room for future activities. Meanwhile, pressure mounts for him to formalize his nation-building efforts and produce an heir. The local Lord and his steward agree to provide for the orphans in exchange for labor, leaving Fee to grapple with his unexpected responsibilities and the complex political maneuvering of his peers.
After negotiating his status and living conditions with the local Lord, Fee attempts to reconcile his public responsibilities with his private desires. He returns to his harbor house to engage in a series of intense, BDSM-coded interactions with Katri and Pia. The scene concludes with the group dynamic fully entrenched in a cycle of dominance and physical gratification.
The protagonist disciplines and binds Pia using mana to manipulate her physical and mental state. Katri is commanded to take over the physical act, employing professional bondage techniques. The scene concludes with the protagonist forcing Pia into a submissive act while reflecting on his own self-loathing, followed by a standard author announcement regarding future posting schedules.
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Trivia:
The Maid School in Moscow includes “safe bondage” as part of its curriculum to combat marital monotony in high-latitude regions.
Fee is only fifteen years old, yet he is heavily pressured by older men to act as a political stud and produce an heir.
The Lord of Yoghess and the Duke of Bryachislavichi are actively coordinating Fee’s forced move to Cain to accelerate the nation-building process.
Fee is being actively monitored by the local Lord, as the town is small and his status as a “Duke” makes him a high-profile subject of gossip.
The protagonist possesses Mana Draining abilities.
The protagonist and Pia are both Level 3 users.
The protagonist has a secret cache of money from Schweilitz.
Katri is highly knowledgeable about specialized disciplinary techniques.
Pia is capable of telepathic communication when the protagonist touches her.
The protagonist uses mana as a clinical tool to control consciousness.
Katri’s role is that of a professional sadist who acts with explicit permission.
Pia’s involuntary physiological responses are independent of her conscious state.
The author indicates that the next update is scheduled for Friday, August 2nd.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Pamela – An arrogant, petite Elf mage, logistics head, and Larry’s possessive Primary Wife who recently returned from Cain. Hiding her ears and slave crest under white Gothic Lolita fashion, she is an associate of Thomas and Earnest. Pragmatic yet weary of Larry’s impulses, she acts as an amber-charging specialist, vocal leader for group relationship dynamics, and grumbling protector of their children.
• Cain – A remote town serving as the enemy’s home base and the former site of Marque’s supporters. It is now centered around a man who established a house here, acting as a key figure for mapping operations and political negotiations.
• Pam – An escort to the protagonist who is observant and loyal.
• Pia – A naive, curvaceous Nurnhügel mage with a heavy, buxom figure, she serves as an assistant to the mapping expedition and is treated as personal property. Now part of the protagonist’s intimate circle, Larry’s submissiveness, and Thomas’s companion, she recently traveled to Cain. Wearing a long-skirted ensemble, silk blouse, and hooded robe, her telepathic power and perverted imagination contrast her lack of confidence.
• Yoghess – A frontier town of about one thousand residents, named after its ruling lineage. Its current lord, who shares the family name with his third son Darius, is a local ruler in the region. He maintains a strained relationship and is currently on bad terms with both Cresare and Mustobe.
• Andris – A middle child among the orphans who possesses a keen eye for survival and discovery. A young boy from a village who works in peat harvesting.
• Janis – The former Lord of Mustope who betrayed his position, he is now a young peat-harvesting village boy and the eldest of the children under the protagonist’s care. As the street-smart, self-appointed leader and spokesperson for his war orphan group, he maintains a fierce, guardian-like protectiveness over his charges, despite hiding behind a stubborn, defensive, and confrontational demeanor.
• Balme – The eldest sister of Marlis, this girl is the same age as Janis. She displays a hopeful, romantic approach toward the protagonist, standing out for her optimistic demeanor and distinct relationships within the group.
• Maris – The youngest child in the group who disrupts the protagonist’s evening.
• 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.
• Katri – A composed, multilingual Moscow Maid School graduate, she serves at the Viscount’s Palace, attending to the protagonist as a forward romantic partner, local informant, and disciplinarian. Bound to Sanna and Larry, this skilled, professional maid hides a nurturing core beneath a sadistic penchant for shibari and verbal discipline, co-caring for war orphans and holding a mysterious link with Earnest.
• Laima – A six-year-old sister from Janis’s village. A young orphan girl and sister to Inga who has recently joined Earnest’s care.
• Inga – A young orphan girl and sister to Laima who has recently joined Earnest’s care. An eight-year-old sister from Janis’s village.
• Thomas – Thomas Bauer is a hulking, middle-aged Schweilitz Major and General with a wrestler build, red face, and scalp burns. Brash yet reliable, he serves as a security guard, logistical advisor, and confidant to the protagonist, Fee, and Earnest. He leads the Remar Islands occupation, captures Trabius, and manages agricultural reforms, while secretly plotting to build his own lordship.
• Rus – A neighboring power deeply involved in regional politics and mediation, best known for annexing the Kingdom of Larland.
• Bryachislavichi – The family name associated with Prince Igor.
• Emmy – An innocent ten-year-old maid, rookie bondservant, and sister to the protagonist in the Getys House. Though aware of her difficult situation, she remains hopeful about the future. She looks up to Larry, viewing him as a kind figure.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Manuela – An associate of the protagonist, this long-black-haired mage at Bizan Magic School failed Nurnhügel’s exams. Formerly married to a man restoring the Haritz house, she became a Marquis’s wife but was recently caught up in a wartime distribution of women. Now staying in the household after arriving with the maids, she wears a practical linen and silk one-piece with a wool-lined coat.
• 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.
• Ellie – The youngest daughter of Duke Igor of Bryachislavichi and granddaughter of Frontier Count Pugachev. A refined, composed, yet assertive young woman, she holds gifts from the King that imply high social status. Revealed as the person Lord Fee met at the hotel, she is highly attentive and harbors a deep, clear romantic attachment to the protagonist.
• Iri – A thirteen-year-old Yoghess girl with soft features, she is a capable young woman stationed in Trabius. Abducted and sold to Larry—who envisions a seaside future with her—she stays by his side, managing awakening desires and Level 4 mana. An associate of the protagonist, she serves as a fisherman, steward’s daughter, and golem pilot for defense, while also protesting the mapping expedition.
• 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.
• Marc – Marc von Harritz, the curly-haired, medium-built second son of a noble family and grandson of a former Marquis, retains his lineage despite being reduced to a slave. Infamous for a masked dogeza apology at the Magic School, he now leads a village and protects orphaned children after a recent conflict. Currently held as a prisoner awaiting transport, he is pragmatic, slightly weary, and protective.
• Georg-Major – A Major in the Kingdom of Schweilitz General Staff Foreign Affairs Division and Intelligence Bureau, serving as Chairman of the Schweilitz Trading Company (merchant guild). Known for his cold, monotone demeanor, Georg is a companion of Fee who was recently guided to the inn by a maid.
• Georg – A Major in the Kingdom of Schweilitz General Staff Foreign Affairs Division and Intelligence Bureau, serving as Chairman of the Schweilitz Trading Company (merchant guild). Known for his cold, monotone demeanor, Georg is a companion of Fee who was recently guided to the inn by a maid.
• Major – A commanding military officer with a sadistic inclination toward interrogation. She orchestrates the sessions and utilizes Telepathy to coordinate with her subordinates.
• Antony – A nineteen-year-old coachman, guide, and Larry’s blunt, observant assistant. The intelligent son of a fur merchant, he acts as an interpreter, advisor, and local fisherman. Besides providing vital tactical info on local gates and frozen river navigation, he serves as a father figure who offers seasoned advice on domestic life and is mentioned in connection with the spread of rumors.
• Bernard – The eldest son of the town guard commander, this eight-year-old boy of the Saponis family dresses like a nobleman’s son. He departs in a carriage, possessing Level 2 or higher Complex-type Magic potential. Intrigued by the mysteries of Mana, he focuses deeply on his family’s status, connections to the adult world, and relationships with others.
• Thiele – The nine-year-old granddaughter of the Lord of Yoghess, previously abducted, is under pressure from him to produce an heir with the protagonist. She is also a candidate for Queen of Larland, reflecting her high status, and her grandfather receives gifts from the King.
• 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.
• Rolandas – The high steward of Yoghess and the Lord’s eldest son is an articulate, cautious elderly bureaucrat who manages regional trade, industry, and frontier diplomacy. Driven by political ambitions, he seeks to marry off his daughter, Tiele. Though later left behind looking exhausted, he previously guided the protagonist and mobilized town guards to rescue his daughter after her abduction.
• Roland – he younger brother of Queen Cecile and the heir apparent to the Canaria throne. Clean, golden-blonde hair, same color as the Queen, innocent, beautiful face that could be mistaken for a girl but dressed in a boy’s formal wear.
• Fee – Larry Fee Getys, a fifteen-year-old reincarnated youth and titular Duke, heads the Getys household governing Strock Village alongside Hans and Iffens. This pragmatic, telepathic protagonist navigates feudal intrigue and founds a new nation. Supported by family, including Teressa and maid Nico, his high status earns prime whale meat. Connected to Adolf and underworld structures, his lineage name aligns with the protagonist.
• 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.
• 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.
• Mana – A non-commissioned officer and liaison who previously had their mana drained by Larry.
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