Volume 3 Chapter 41 Mother and Daughter*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
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We left Tsaritsyn behind and pushed toward Larland with a very different sense of urgency than when we had arrived. The thirteenth month had brought the freezing season, turning the roads into a mix of mud and ice, so we were forced onto the military highways, following the route toward the Imperial Capital before turning north and west. The journey covered more than a thousand kilometers, but by changing horses regularly and aiming for a hundred kilometers a day, we managed to keep up a respectable pace.
At that speed, even the bandits left us alone. Although we carried the Frontier Count’s pass, it was still faster to grease a few palms at the checkpoints, where coin had become more valuable than blood.
I briefly considered stopping at the Imperial Capital to pay my respects to the Emperor, but that middle-aged man was more trouble than he was worth, so we passed it by. Even so, I did not want to be completely rude. I handed a letter to the town guards and continued on our way.
After we turned west beyond the Milisky territory, the roads became crowded with wagons and travelers despite the depths of winter. Fear of Ice Snow Spiders and Red-eyed Wolves had driven people together, and nearly everyone carried a torch. The long line of flickering flames made the roads look like a festival that never ended.
”Where are you folks comin’ from?” I asked a group resting beside the road. Many had fled lands ravaged by the Boltechino1, although plenty came from elsewhere as well.
”Headed to Larland,” one man muttered. “They’re at war. They need soldiers, craftsmen… women, too.”
It seemed the rumor of a wartime boom had spread far and wide. Those crushed by the Boltechino had lost everything and now raided neighboring lands just to survive. The people they attacked either fought back or were driven out, and those who were driven out often preyed on others in turn. The central government was too crippled to stop the cycle, while most of the nobles who should have maintained order had already died on the battlefield.
The imperial order was collapsing even faster than I had anticipated, yet even amid that decline, there was a strange attraction to a land that still showed signs of life.
As we approached the fourth town of the Proton Order, the streams of refugees were joined by supply wagons loaded with timber, cloth, and food. Every wagon was guarded by hard-eyed men. The checkpoint at the town entrance was a disaster. Amid the congestion, people fought over supplies, and more than once we saw someone being dragged away. In broad daylight.
Sergei finally lost patience when he spotted a man pulling a woman behind a wagon. One shove sent the fellow sprawling, and Sergei pulled the woman away, rescuing her—or perhaps simply stealing her for himself.
”What the hell, pal?” the man shouted as he scrambled to his feet. “If you want a woman, just go take one!”
”The hell you starin’ at?” Sergei snapped, shoving the woman into the passenger cabin. “Don’t go snatchin’ people in broad daylight, you trash.”
He turned back just as three more men carrying stolen goods and equally miserable-looking women approached.
”What’s the problem, Ivan?” one of them asked.
”This guy just snatched our prize.”
”Too slow,” I said.
By then, the apparent leader had already dropped his load and stepped forward.
”The hell’s your problem, man?” one thug spat.
”Stop it,” the leader said, calmly picking up the fallen pack.
If Sergei had ignored them, the matter probably would have ended there. Instead, he shoved the leader as well.
That was enough.
The others immediately dropped their burdens and moved to surround him, but the narrow gaps between the heavy wagons worked against them. Sergei knocked all of them down in seconds.
What followed was almost unbelievable. The moment the five men were on the ground, other thugs rushed in and stole their belongings. The bound women were nearly carried off by complete strangers, and before the fallen men had even stopped groaning, people were already stripping the clothes from their backs.
Nobody seemed shocked.
Nobody even paused.
We pulled the rescued woman into the carriage before someone else decided to claim her.
”Please,” the older woman said that evening after we shared bread, cheese, and tea. Her eyes were hollow, carrying the exhausted resignation of someone who knew her body was the only thing keeping her alive. “Just one silver coin. Can I… be your companion tonight?”
”I’ve got her,” I said, pulling Kenze closer.
”Then the great warrior?” She turned toward Sergei with the practiced look of a woman who had long since learned survival came before pride.
”Go ahead,” I told him.
”Wait, me?” Sergei stammered.
”It’s fine. We’ll be on the coachman’s seat.”
A desperate brightness appeared in the woman’s eyes.
”And the girl next to you?”
”Would you have preferred the daughter?” I asked flatly. “She’s big for her age, but she hasn’t reached maturity.”
”Oh. I see.”
”So where are you headed?”
”To Towanste,” she replied. “I heard I can work as a washerwoman there and sell my body on the side. I just need to raise her until she can stand on her own.”
Raiders had wiped out their village. The mother and daughter escaped into the woods, but her husband and two sons were killed, and their home was burned to the ground. Since then, they had survived through begging and prostitution, eventually trading their bodies for a place aboard a timber wagon.
”Right. You, girl—it’s cold, but let’s head outside for a bit.”
I could hardly leave the daughter sitting there while her mother worked. Reaching out, I took her hand.
(…Who is this old man?)
The girl had telepathy.
Old man?
I was sixteen.
(I’m Larry. What’s your name and age?)
(I’m Rena Bilik. I’m nine.)
(What about your mother?)
(Olga.)
They had lived in a small village two days west of the Capital. The Boltechino had never reached them directly, but the waves of refugees left in its wake had. Rena was only Level 2, so mind-reading remained beyond her abilities, although she possessed telepathy. Her mother had a trace of Mana as well.
(Mama taught me how to avoid making babies,) the girl whispered.
A world where a pre-pubescent girl needed that knowledge was a hellish place.
Later, Sergei emerged from the carriage looking thoroughly flustered.
”Listen, can you lend me a silver coin?”
”Sure. But first, air out the carriage.”
After hearing their story, I decided to hire them.
We had two Type 98 Golems and one barely functioning Type 20. Aside from me, only Iri could operate them properly. Pia was getting older, and her reaction speed was beginning to slip. Rena, on the other hand, was a simple-type Mana user. With proper training, she would surpass Pia before long.
As for Olga, she was there to look after the girl. I had no intention of using either of them for anything else.
(Were there many Mana users in your village?) I asked.
(Mama said a few adults, and a few of my friends.)
(How do you know? Can they use Fireball?)
(Not many can use Fireball. Mama said the people who do ‘naughty things’ with lots of men can use Mana. Because they know how to prevent babies.)
That explained a few things.
Mana talent did not always pass down to children, but the chances were high when parents or grandparents possessed it. Even so, finding multiple users in a single village was unusual. Back in Strock Village, there had only been me.
If I tracked down the rest of their scattered villagers, I might uncover more Mana users. And if some of them had children, those children might possess strong aptitude as well.
Then another thought occurred to me.
If so many women heading toward Towanste were becoming prostitutes, perhaps there were even more potential mages among them.
”You were thinking of something lewd again, weren’t you?”
”Not at all,” I replied. “Purely for the development of the nation. It’s all part of the ‘enrich the country, strengthen the military’ initiative…”
The sun had already set, yet the checkpoint remained open for several more hours. Eventually, however, it closed with only two wagons remaining ahead of ours.
We were stuck for the night.
I fetched water from a ditch for the horses, fed them, and brushed them down. Most of the other travelers were struggling; few still had proper grain left for their animals.
”Can you spare some?” a man asked.
I looked at him and answered in Schweilitz, pretending not to understand. Half of them gave up immediately. The rest were discouraged by Kenze, whose sharp tone in Turku made it clear they would get nothing from us.
That night, the clouds cleared and the temperature plunged.
When I finally traded shifts with Kenze and climbed into the carriage, I slipped off my coat and crawled beneath the blankets. Rena and Olga were already asleep inside, but the cold still bit through everything.
I curled up and shivered.
Without anything insulating the floor beneath me, the chill seeped straight into my body. I tried pulling my knees against my chest and breathing into my clothes, but it accomplished nothing.
Then I noticed it.
The blanket I wanted was trapped beneath Olga.
Carefully, I shifted closer and reached for it.
Thump.
I managed to get onto the blanket, but my crotch bumped into Olga’s backside. She stirred and glanced over her shoulder.
”Sorry,” I whispered. “Did I wake you?”
”No,” she breathed as she moved a little closer. “If you need anything…”
”No. It’s just cold.”
She turned toward me and wrapped herself around me, tangling her legs with mine. It was warm, certainly, but with her daughter sleeping right there, the ethics of the situation felt… questionable. But Olga was offering her warmth, and it would be rude to refuse. I wrapped my arms around her waist and shoulders, pulling her in.
The scent of her filled my nose, and my body reacted—a sudden, involuntary response. She was thin from hunger, yet her chest was surprisingly soft and large. Her n**ples were long, a type I’d never seen before. My hand wandered, and she let out a soft sigh against my ear.
If I went further, I’d be sharing a woman with Sergei. That was a line I couldn-t cross. I squeezed her tighter, just looking for the warmth.
Despite the situation, Olga’s hand slid down to my crotch.
”Amazing!” Olga chirped, her tone light and bubbly.
I wasn’t sure what was so “amazing” about it, but the blood flow down there had certainly hit its limit. Her cold hand gripped that rod-like appendage and began to move in a steady, rhythmic motion.
No, I was already past my threshold of restraint.
I swapped positions with Olga, pinning her down in the darkness of the carriage, and began to unbutton her undergarments as my eyes adjusted to the gloom.
Once it started, there was no stopping it. I bared her chest and latched onto her long, slender n**ples.
As I shifted her clothes aside and prepared to enter, some vestige of rationality—God knows where it came from—suddenly kicked in. Olga had access to Mana. I had a feeling that getting her pregnant, given my current standing, would be less than ideal.
”Um, Olga?” I asked, my voice strained.
”Yes?” she replied with practiced deference. “Your wish is my command.”
”Could you… finish me off with your mouth?”
”At once, sir,” she whispered. “It shall be done.”
The seat back, designed to face the front, had been removed and slotted between the seats to create a flat surface, but the rear seat remained fixed under the hatch leading to the coachman’s bench2. She backed into it, spreading her legs in an M-shape. As she knelt before me and bowed her head like a penitent in a kowtow, she kissed the head of my member and slipped it into her mouth.
The warmth of the space enveloped me.
Whether it was the movement of her tongue or the suction of her lips, I couldn’t distinguish the individual sensations, but I could feel her teeth grazing me—like a nervous virgin. It added a frantic, fresh intensity that forced my hips to buck involuntarily.
”Hah…”
A breathy gasp escaped me as I grabbed her head, pressing her firmly against my crotch. At that exact moment, the hatch to the coachman’s bench swung open, and a blast of frigid air rushed in.
”The hell you starin’ at?” Kenze snapped, her voice clipped and confrontational as she stuck her head through. “What the hell are you doin’?”
The space was wide enough for people to move between the carriage and the coachman’s bench. I grabbed the back of her head, pulled her upper body inside, and forced a kiss upon her.
When I thrust my tongue into her mouth, she didn’t resist; she welcomed it, tangling her tongue with mine. I shifted my hand from the back of her head, twisted my arm, and slid it into the chest of her heavy winter gear. I grabbed her breast—firm, utterly different from Olga’s—and gave it a hard squeeze. Her breath mingled with the air already filling my mouth.
I cracked my eyes open and met the gaze of Elena, who was peering at us through half-closed lids. Looking embarrassed, she squeezed her eyes shut again. Well, I suppose if you move around this much and let a gust of freezing air into the room, anyone would wake up.
I juggled my hands—right hand on Olga’s head, left hand gripping Kenze’s breast—and pushed my hips forward with reckless abandon.
The tip of my member pushed deep into the constriction of Olga’s throat. Shocked by the sensation, I reached my peak and e**culated faster than I’d intended.
”Ah…”
The pleasure surged, and I let out a moan, my tongue still locked with Kenze’s. The excitement ebbed, and a heavy silence returned.
”What was that?” Kenze growled, pulling back. “Not very interesting.”
Apparently, I’d managed to annoy her. She pulled herself back out and slammed the hatch shut with a violent thud.
Olga coughed a few times, then took me into her mouth once more, working her tongue to clean away the remaining fluid. “It is merely a bit of cleaning, sir,” she murmured deferentially.
By dawn, the area was a hive of activity. With so many horses and people spending the night, the immediate vicinity became a site for morning waste, followed by the inevitable routine of feeding both man and beast.
Olga’s demeanor hadn’t changed in the slightest, but Elena seemed somewhat awkward. Well, I suppose it’s hard not to be after being caught like that.
Kenze, meanwhile, was in a foul mood. Amidst it all, only the instructor remained full of energy, chomping down on a loaf of bread. “Reckon we’ll be makin’ it to Towansté by the time the sun sets, boys,” he chuckled with a rustic grin.
The checkpoint opened before sunrise. Our turn came quickly. I considered offering a bribe, but instead, I showed the transit permit from Frontier Count Pugachev and told the guard I had an urgent message for Duke Igor.
”Duke Igor?” the guard barked. “This is Larland, mate. Why ain’t you headin’ to the Fee Grand Principality? You look a bit dodgy. Get yerself to the guard station.”
We were forced to move the carriage. Leaving Olga and her daughter behind, I was taken into the wooden building with Kenze and the instructor.
”Suspicious, am I?” I challenged.
A man holding a glass—drinking, perhaps?—turned toward the hearth fire as he spoke, then downed the drink in one gulp before facing us.
Pfft!
The moment he saw me, the middle-aged man sprayed the liquid straight out of his mouth.
Filthy habit.
Looking closer, I realized it was Antony, the man who had been acting as our interpreter.
”Why is the Gra—”
He started to say “Grand Duke,” but choked the word back just in time.
”Things have certainly gotten intense, haven’t they?” he said, his tone neutral and weary.
”Yes, well,” I replied. “You lot, get out. Back to work.”
He chased the guards who had brought us in out of the building and pulled up enough chairs for everyone. Once we sat down, I introduced Kenze and Instructor Sergei and asked for an update on the situation in Larland.
Immediately after we left Towansté—the primary town of the Proton Order—for Rus, Thomas had used his merchant contacts to spread the word: he intended to enthrone Thiele and restore the Kingdom of Larland.
The first to rally to the cause were the Yan bandits, who had been nesting in the southern mountains of Larland. Their leader was a former General of the Kingdom, Yan Curie.
He was a soldier who had plagued the Empire of Rus to the bitter end. After the King abandoned the country, he had retreated into the mountains with his men, and because of the proximity to the border, they had spent their time raiding Rus supply wagons. Apparently, they had survived by mining and scraping a living from meager patches of soil.
Under his command, nearly ten thousand soldiers had gathered in a single month, and they had driven the Proton Order out of eastern Larland in a flash.
Separately, a pro-Schweilitz warlord in the northwest coastal region had announced their support. Three thousand soldiers and non-commissioned officers had arrived with the Schweilitz brass, and they were currently engaged in battle with the merchant factions of the former Royal Capital.
Three factions—the Fee Grand Principality faction backing Thiele, the old Larland loyalists led by General Yan, and the pro-Schweilitz camp—were now locked in a struggle to restore the kingdom.
And, predictably, the one moving behind the scenes to control all three was Lieutenant Colonel Helbert.
”I haven’t met him personally,” Antony said, “but I hear his name quite often.”
Furthermore, while Thomas was a General of our Grand Principality, he had apparently become the Queen’s personal Commander. Well, that was fine—if I moved too clumsily and revealed I was just a muscle-bound idiot, that would be a disaster.
The routed Proton Order, meanwhile, had gathered their stragglers and fled west, seeking refuge with the Silesian warlords who had taken over the former Marquis of Silesia’s territory—said to be the richest land in old Larland.
”And now, the Grand Principality is looking after the towns and villages the knights abandoned,” Antony explained, “but we’re short on people, so we’re havin’ to make do with the locals.”
Ethnically, Larland was similar to Rus, and the language was nearly identical, though it grew more dialect-heavy the further west one went—moving toward Schweilitz and adopting their linguistic quirks. Having mastered everyday Rus, I didn’t foresee much of a language barrier.
Old Man Antony had been made responsible for this checkpoint simply because he could speak a little Rus. It was a hell of a place to be stuck for a man who was originally a fur trader.
For now, under his guidance, we headed toward Towansté, using the service roads, as it had become the temporary Kingdom Office and the primary supply base for the front.
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Summary:
Larry and his party navigate the treacherous winter roads toward Larland, witnessing the total collapse of order within the Empire. They encounter a desperate mother, Olga, and her telepathic daughter, Rena, whom Larry decides to hire for both strategic and personal reasons. The scene concludes with a tense, ethically ambiguous moment inside the carriage as the party tries to survive the freezing temperature.
The protagonist engages in an intimate encounter with Olga and Kenze within a cramped carriage during their journey toward Larland. Upon reaching a checkpoint at dawn, they are detained and brought before Antony, who reveals the complex political upheaval currently shaking the Kingdom of Larland. The narrative concludes with the group departing for Towansté, now a central hub for the shifting conflict.
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Trivia:
The Empire-s central government is currently unable to curb the cycle of violence and displacement among refugees.
Refugees from regions hit by the Boltechino are preying on other lands to survive, creating a chain reaction of destruction.
Rena is a Level 2 mage, and her mother Olga has enough Mana to be considered a Level 1 user.
Larry has previously encountered a similar lack of Mana-talented individuals in his own hometown of Strock Village.
Larry identifies a correlation between Mana talent and individuals who resort to survival-based prostitution, a concept he begins to explore as a potential recruitment strategy.
The seat arrangement in the carriage was modified to be flat, but the rear seat remained fixed under the coachman’s hatch.
The Yan bandits are led by a former General of the Kingdom, Yan Curie, who turned to raiding after the King abandoned the country.
Proton Order forces have been pushed into the western territories, seeking refuge with the Silesian warlords.
Antony is a former fur trader who was repurposed as a checkpoint official due to his limited fluency in Rus.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Larland – A fallen kingdom with a royal lineage of eight princesses.
• Frontier – A local noble who governs a territory in the Empire of Rus, possessing sharp diplomatic instincts and a cautious approach to the magical weaponry of his enemies.
• 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.
• Boltechino – A group or entity that has departed from Rus.
• Sergei – The second son of Duke Igor and Finance Minister of the provisional Kingdom Office, this aged, disciplined martial arts master serves as a principled instructor, bodyguard, and advisor. Outwardly blunt yet protective, he is often stressed by his charges’ recklessness. Known to Chulpan from a past encounter, he now accompanies the group to manage Thomas’s wife, balancing his noble identity with their safety.
• Ivan – A thug encountered at a checkpoint who attempts to abduct a woman.
• Kenze – A blunt, muscular, dark-skinned Amazonian warrior and former Tashkurgan agent travels as a Frontier Count’s subordinate and the Grand Duke’s protector. Wearing a niqab and slave crest, this fierce guardian speaks casually with the protagonist and travels with Earnest’s group to manage Thomas’s wife. Oblivious to social shifts after sleeping, she fiercely protects allies like Teressa and Larry.
• Larry – A dark-haired, 16-year-old Grand Duke, Mage, and field agent, he secretly rules the Fee Grand Principality and leads a golem party. Pragmatic yet confused, he is entangled in regional geopolitical, military, and religious conflicts. Despite craving a simple life, he navigates political and sexual affairs, balancing power struggles, military reform, and the demands of his four wives and children.
• Rena – Rena, a resilient nine-year-old telepath, serves as a rookie bondservant and maid. Though she possesses short bronze hair and eyes, her cheerful facade masks the trauma of her village’s collapse and the loss of her father and brothers. Forced to mature quickly, she remains a devoted older sister to Emmy.
• Olga – A thin, desperate refugee mother from a village near the Imperial Capital who uses Mana and handles domestic tasks. Bound to the Instructor (the Master) through physical intimacy, they share a lodging bed. She travels with him alongside her young daughter, both of whom are sought by the Larland Provisional Kingdom Office, driven by a fierce determination to ensure her child’s survival.
• Mana – A non-commissioned officer and liaison who previously had their mana drained by Larry.
• Iri – A capable thirteen-year-old Yoghess girl with high Mana potential, this former captive-turned-golem operator serves as Larry’s associate and a reluctant mapping expedition member. Previously encountered by Earnest, she works as a fisherman and steward’s daughter. Beneath her innocent, soft-featured exterior lies a detached cruelty, piloting Type 20 and 98 Golems with manic ecstasy against enemies.
• Pia – A naive, buxom Nurnhügel mage who manages logistics and mapping, she now struggles with aging and slower reactions, making golem piloting difficult. Clad in a hooded robe and silk ensemble, this telepathic submissive is a companion to Thomas, a partner to Larry, and one of the protagonist’s lovers. Despite her bold, perverted imagination, she remains insecure and prone to low confidence.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Schweilitz – The nation to which the protagonist is being coerced to return, a kingdom possessing an advanced magic academy and military arsenal. The protagonist fears the execution of a specific person or entity currently trapped there in an unfavorable situation.
• Adam – Tall, muscular, and silver-haired with a facial scar, this military advisor and strategist for the Haritz faction was stationed in Celsal village, where he set traps for Larry’s forces and clashed with the Cain family steward before his execution.
• Sita – Bors’ wife.
• 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.
• 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.
• Elena – A socially awkward woman perceptive of her surroundings, she watches the protagonist from under a blanket and later enters the bedroom with bloodshot eyes. This girl/young child is associated with Olga, was requested for transfer to the Royal Capital, and is currently in the care of Kenze.
• Pugachev – The aging, short, and chubby Frontier Count of Rus manages the fortress city of Tsaritsyn with a pragmatic, unrefined demeanor. Often seen in an oversized crown, this powerful, deceitful figure oversees a massive military force, fathered Igor, and is Ellie’s grandfather. Fiercely prioritizing imperial protection, he remains loyal to the Emperor and is not currently seeking independence.
• Igor – A composed, multilingual Duke of the Bryachislavichi line, son of the Frontier Count, and father of Sergei, this former imperial hostage rules Polotsk as a high-ranking diplomat and Minister of Justice. Calmly manipulative, he oversees political intrigues and funeral arrangements. Wary of Schweilitz, he serves as the protagonist’s mentor, orchestrating their future alongside his trusted butler.
• Principal – The mother of Line and the administrative head of the institution. She exercises authoritative control over research assignments and seeks to trade Larry for Ilse Klein due to interpersonal conflicts in her laboratories. The mother of Sabrina and Rhein who intervenes during Rhein’s violent corridor assault to break up the confrontation.
• 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.
• Antony – A middle-aged checkpoint official for the Grand Principality, he formerly served as a coachman, guide, and Larry’s blunt assistant. As the intelligent son of a fur merchant, he is a bilingual interpreter fluent in Rus and Larland. A tactical advisor and local fisherman, he acts as a father figure to his companions while navigating complex social circles, occasionally stirring the pot with local rumors.
• Thiele – The nine-year-old Queen of the restored Kingdom of Larland and genuine bloodline of the former dynasty, she is the eighth princess and granddaughter of Rolandas von Yoghess. A crucial political asset whose build is mimicked by a body double, she acts as a figurehead promoted by Thomas. She resides in Cain, pressured by her grandfather to wed the protagonist and secure her coveted lineage.
• Thomas – Thomas Bauer is a hulking, middle-aged former General of the Fee Grand Principality with a wrestler build, red face, and scalp burns. A pragmatic, blunt leader with tactical aggression and a stubborn nature, he orchestrated the revival of the Larland Kingdom as the Queen’s Commander and was a reliable, impulsive confidant to the protagonist, Fee, and Earnest. Now performing administrative desk work in Twanste, he shows signs of fatigue. He is married to Maria, daughter of a former Bishop, and displays emotional vulnerability and attachment to her despite recently engaging in a deadly encounter with her father. With Maria now taken into custody by the Magic Armored Division, he seeks advice regarding future duties and military administration while remaining a contact of the protagonist, currently located at the hospital.
• Rus – A neighboring power deeply involved in regional politics and mediation, best known for annexing the Kingdom of Larland.
• Yan – Once a respected General of the Kingdom of Larland who helped dismantle the local knighthood, they now lead a powerful warlord faction and mobilized bandit army in the southern mountain ranges. Balancing their identity as a ruthless turned-bandit leader and an influential warlord, they maintain complex relationships with former allies while spearheading restoration efforts.
• Helbert – Lt. Col. Helbert Ougen-Sigmund is a short, stout, middle-aged Chief of Staff and Royal Army Intelligence official. Often with the Major, he advises the protagonist and orchestrates military strategy alongside Marshal Yan. A pragmatic Schweilitz strategist and jovial tribunal moderator, he manipulates Larland’s politics for stability, acts as Robert’s stern father, and protects the protagonist.
• Commander – A man leading the mercenary press-gang at the south gate.
• 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.
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