Volume 3 Chapter 42 Beloved Wife
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The farm road running parallel to the highway, about two kilometers north, was our route to Twanste.
It wasn’t exactly a paved paradise, but considering the main road was a bottleneck of congestion, we were making significantly better time.
Somewhere in a farming village along the way, Antony (Father) had turned back, claiming duty called.
”If I’m not around, those guys will hit them with exorbitant transit taxes and pocket the difference,” he’d grumbled.
Must be tough, dealing with all that.
Once we parted ways with the old man, we followed his subordinates to push ahead, reaching Twanste by dusk that same day.
”It’s changed… significantly.”
Kenze had every right to be shocked. Just two months ago, the area outside the walled city had been nothing but sleepy farmland and pastures.
Now? We were looking at a sprawl of barracks and stables occupying those former grazing lands, with even more construction underway. In every open space, drifters and merchants from the outside were packing their wagons and pitching tents, transforming the place into a bustling, energetic hub.
”Impressive, isn’t it? That’s because General Yan arrived,” said the subordinate.
The subordinate guiding us boasted in his Larland-accented Rus.
General Yan Curie. A former General of the Kingdom of Larland who had fought against the Empire of Rus right up until the King admitted defeat.
When the surrender came, he didn’t surrender; he retreated into the hills. The moment the Rus administration of Larland faltered, he emerged as a warlord, maintained a formidable power base as a bandit chief, and now, he was the first to answer the call for the Kingdom’s restoration.
”We’ve even got a Golems unit,” he added.
”That’s incredible,” I replied.
According to him, these Golems weren’t imports—they were manufactured right here in the General’s territory.
They weren’t as massive as the Type 98s or Type 95s, but apparently, they were a size smaller than the Type 20.
From what he said, they were originally designed for combat in the hills, not as siege weapons.
It was staggering that a local warlord could rally a force of ten thousand Soldiers.
Among the Soldiers, there were many women, like Kiridal, but in this world, even with the most conservative estimate, non-combatants outnumbered them at least five to one.
That meant their base was supporting a population of at least sixty thousand.
Sadly, this warlord was holding more ground—and more people—than the Fee Grand Principality.
Besides, manufacturing Golems requires a complex web of technology.
Nerve kit production, magic thread, monster muscle, plywood, and metallurgical skills for the joints.
This warlord had somehow established a functional technological supply chain.
And in any industry, a supply chain for one product inevitably provides parts and infrastructure for others.
Could it be that this infrastructure was the backbone of this entire construction rush?
This wasn’t just a band of brigands anymore; this was a bona fide kingdom.
Why hadn’t a warlord with this much power moved to restore Larland until now?
Honestly, they could have just established their own country, independent of the Larland royal family.
As my questions grew, so did my fascination with this General Yan.
Could he, perhaps, be a Reincarnated Person?
Thinking this over, we entered the city through the gates.
With our guide in tow, we passed through without a hitch, only to find the interior had transformed even further.
Before I’d left, the central plaza had been a sea of tents, but now it was mostly a massive livery—choked with wagons—alongside a field hospital built with the same hasty architecture as the barracks, and five gargantuan warehouses standing in a row.
Led by a stable hand who greeted us, we parked our wagon in the back, paid for the horses’ keep, and headed toward the Old Church.
The Old Church was pure Gothic, a jagged needle of a building bristling with spires. It wasted space with flying buttresses designed purely to add height, so while the interior ceilings were ridiculously high, the actual floor area was cramped.
That tiny floor space was sliced up by partitions for bureaucratic work, and it was so crowded it was a nightmare to navigate. We wove through the throng to a door on the right, just before the back wall, which led to a covered walkway connecting to a smaller annex.
The walkway was lined with chairs, where men who looked like military officers were waiting in line.
”Then, please wait here,” said the clerk.
I told the clerk—who seemed to be managing the area—that we were here to meet General Thomas as fellow countrymen. He gestured to the very last seat in the row. As the three of us sat down, our guide bid us farewell and left.
”Excuse me, what are these people waiting for?” I asked.
I asked the clerk. He explained they were all waiting for written orders from the General.
He filled me in: Thomas spent his mornings observing drills, inspecting equipment handling for recruits divided into squads, and determining their squad rankings.
If someone showed promise, they were fast-tracked to elite units; if they were clearly unsuited for combat, they were shuffled off to the engineer corps.
I suppose that suited Thomas—he’d always been the type to take care of his people.
Afternoons were for war councils to decide where to deploy those ranked squads and supplies, followed by the mountain of paperwork for medals, promotions, and the like.
That included the lists of the fallen, and the lists of those executed for military infractions like desertion or exceeding their authority.
It made my heart clench, just a little.
Still, the thought of that muscle-bound, pro-wrestler-sized brute hunched over a desk doing paperwork was almost funny.
The people waiting here included frontline soldiers as well as engineers and logistics personnel. They would receive their orders from Thomas, mount their horses, and return immediately to their respective units.
”Um, there are some people over there who don’t quite fit in,” I noted.
Everyone else was exchanging light greetings, but there was a group that felt different, giving off a sharp, prickly vibe—definitely not the same type as the rest of us.
”Those people are the Military Police,” whispered the clerk.
The clerk whispered the answer.
They were soldiers now, but until very recently, most of them had been robbers or bandits.
Naturally, they had little concept of military discipline and were prone to stealing or mugging people.
The Military Police were there to keep those types in check with brute force, and occasionally, to execute them on the spot.
Even from a distance, they radiated a threatening atmosphere.
Best to keep our distance, I decided.
Still, Thomas was moving slowly.
Dinner time had long since passed when the clerk returned, bringing us bread, dried meat, and onion soup.
”Thank you. We were starving,” I said.
I blurted it out in Schweilitz language, and the clerk’s demeanor shifted instantly.
”You lot… from Schweilitz?” he asked.
He asked in Larland-accented Rus.
The mood turned sour fast. I quickly claimed only our Master was from Schweilitz, while Kenze and I were from the Grand Principality.
It wasn’t exactly a lie, but I delivered it in a dry, neutral Finnic·Sámi language.
”They’re a cunning lot. They ignored our pleas for help over and over while Larland was being invaded by Rus, but the moment things look like they’re being restored, they come crawling out of the woodwork to have their say. They’ve definitely got an agenda. And the Chief of the Military Police? Even he’s from Schweilitz.”
So, public opinion on Schweilitz here was pretty low.
Apparently, it stemmed from back when Larland was occupied by Rus, but Larry hadn’t even been born then, so as a Reincarnated Person parasitizing this body, I had no clue.
Well, perhaps that backlash was why Schweilitz hadn’t bothered to get involved in Larland in the first place.
The last of the Military Police group was called in, and after a while, the clerk emerged and told us to enter.
Inside, Thomas was surrounded by clerks, working under the bright glare of Luminous Magic Iron lamps.
”Thomas,” I called out.
No reply. He was buried deep in paperwork.
”We’re back,” I said.
I kept it low, conscious of the others working, but no reaction.
”Muscle-brain,” I muttered.
I tossed the insult in Schweilitz language. He finally looked up, shot me a sour glare, and turned back to his documents, before pausing, squinting, and looking at me again.
”We’re back,” I said again.
At the second attempt, he stood up and jogged over.
”You made it back safely? You were late, I was worried,” Thomas said.
”Well, had to look into a few things, took a bit of time,” I replied.
Since we both had plenty to talk about, we decided to head to Thomas’s living quarters. The clerks in the room were just aggregating and summarizing reports from the various units.
”It’s the work of that Middle-aged man, Helbert. General Yan is on board too, so the decision was made instantly, but I don’t get why someone like me has to be stuck doing office work,” Thomas complained.
He seemed to be referring to the entire scope of the operation. If there was as much anti-Schweilitz sentiment as the clerk suggested, it probably made sense for a high-profile guy like Thomas to stay in the background rather than being the face of the operation.
”What now, you pick up another woman?” Thomas asked.
As we walked to his assigned quarters—having sent Kenze back to the carriage because Origas mother and daughter would be worried—he asked with an exasperated tone.
”What do you mean, ‘another’? When have I ever ‘picked up’ a woman?” I defended.
”Pamela, Kenze, Iri… and don’t forget all those orphans,” Thomas countered.
What a terrible thing to say.
Pamela was part of my fourth wife’s inheritance, I bought Kenze, and Iri was just a kid with strong Mana.
Speaking of strong Mana.
”Right, what about that Bishop’s daughter?” I asked.
The terrifying girl who might have had more Mana than me. The one Thomas had brought to the inn at Bryachislavichi port.
”Oh, Maria? I made her my wife,” Thomas said.
”Haah?” I exclaimed.
”What’s with the ‘Haah?’ She’s attentive, and she’s in love with me. So what,” Thomas said.
I didn’t like that. I shouldn’t have asked.
”Then, what about that widow of the Lord of Kane? You took both of them in, right?” I asked.
”Those two? I left them with your Cousin(s), Max,” Thomas explained.
Huh?
”Yeah, see, your Cousin(s), Max—the one acting as your body double—said he couldn’t exactly lay a hand on your women, right? He was struggling to even go out and buy a woman, and I figured I’d be stuck here for a while. So I handed them over. I told him he could keep them if they had children,” Thomas said.
Wait… what?
”They aren’t pets, you know,” I said. “Besides, are you sure? The Primary Wife was your type—big breasts, right? And the Side Wife was a beauty, just in her teens. Didn’t you have any regrets?”
”Well, it’d be a lie to say I have no lingering attachments. But unlike some people who go around getting every woman they find pregnant, collecting them one after another and parading them around… that’s just not my style,” Thomas stated.
”Are you looking for a fight, or what?” I growled.
”No one said anything about you, Larry. I’m just saying it doesn’t sit right with me.”
”Is that so? Well, it sounds like nothing but sour grapes to me,” I retorted. “If you have a grievance, spit it out.”
”Now, now,” he interjected.
Anyway, Thomas’s house was a half-timbered, two-story structure common to Schweilitz, tucked behind a garden near the field hospital. It lacked space for a carriage and felt surprisingly cramped for a General’s residence. Then again, when he was in the Grand Principality, he’d only ever occupied a wing of the Viscount’s Palace; he’d never actually owned a home. Thomas rarely spent time in his quarters there anyway, preferring to tear across the country like a man possessed.
”Welcome home,” a voice chimed.
As the door swung open, a young woman with striking, large eyes and a beautiful face and figure greeted us.
”I didn’t realize she was this much of a beauty,” I let slip, my eyes widening.
”Hmph,” Thomas snorted, looking utterly triumphant.
Look, it’s not that I’m jealous. My sister-in-law is prettier, and Pia is definitely bustier and sexier. But if I hadn’t been so hesitant back at that inn in the port of Bryachislavichi… My…
It’s useless to dwell on that now.
”My, what a rare treat—a guest. You are most welcome,” she said with a warm smile. “You must be freezing, please, come inside.”
Her Schweilitz was fluent. Despite the times, the interior was well-furnished, and the room was kept cozy by a Tiled stove. We settled into the reception area, and warm herbal tea was served almost immediately. The domesticity of Thomas and Maria’s life made the idea of grinding my life away on the front lines feel absolutely idiotic.
Thomas took the lead to get the conversation started.
”Right after you left and we issued the call for the restoration of the Kingdom of Larland, a warlord led by General Yan responded, bringing an army of ten thousand. It was a number I hadn’t even seen in Schweilitz, so frankly, I was stunned,” he explained, his face grim.
After deliberations, they agreed to drive out the Proton Order and use Twanste as a military base before occupying the old Royal Capital. Their engineers took the lead in constructing barracks and stables. In the meantime, they captured the Proton Order’s towns and villages one by one, securing the road to Trabius, the gateway from the Fee Grand Principality.
While that was happening, the pro-Schweilitz Pomeranian faction in northwestern Larland announced their participation, and the Kingdom of Schweilitz followed suit with support. Combined, they dispatched a two-thousand-strong unit and one Golem platoon.
That was when they declared the establishment of a provisional Kingdom Office and notified the other nations. The Queen is Thiele von Yoghess. The Royal Army Marshal is General Yan Curie, and the Prime Minister is the Pomeranian strategist, Alto von Kering. The provisional Royal Army Generals, other than Thomas, are Yan’s protégé, Noel Barkey, and Hanno Ritzke. The Chief of Staff is that middle-aged man from Helbert. The Inspector General of the Military Police is Josef von Müller from the Kingdom of Schweilitz. The Finance Minister is Sergei Bryachislavichi, the son of Duke Igor from our country.
”Say what you will, Yan holds the most power,” Thomas said, leaning forward. “He’ll likely continue to influence national politics even after Larland is unified.”
Well, that’s likely true, but the question is what principles he had when he joined this war. Depending on that, there’s a chance the Fee Grand Principality could be swallowed by the Kingdom of Larland.
Even though we have Thiele, the genuine bloodline of the former dynasty, under our protection, that’s nothing more than a figurehead. If someone with real power usurps the state machinery, the Queen won’t even be worth a fart.
Furthermore, the Fee Grand Principality is nowhere near the Kingdom of Larland in terms of population or industry; the gap in national strength is too vast. If our country, which borders the Larland army led by General Yan, were to be attacked, we’d be occupied without a second’s resistance.
If that happens, bringing General Yan’s warlord into the conflict between the Proton Order and the Fee Grand Principality will have been a massive blunder.
This is bad.
The Kingdom of Schweilitz has likely realized this and is sending people over, but the scale is insufficient.
No matter how much of a muscle-head Thomas might be, now that he’s been moved to administrative duties, he probably realizes the intent to some degree. Perhaps he’s frustrated by the gap between that helplessness and his happy life with Maria.
Come to think of it, there’s a look of fatigue on Thomas’s face. That wasn’t there before.
We only reported that The Boltechino had left Rus. We held back news that the Red Flame Ball or Frontier Count Pugachev weren’t planning to go independent, and we kept quiet about the Turkic Empire’s clandestine maneuvering in the name of “relief.” I was worried that, otherwise, useless information might leak to General Yan.
I also heard that Pamela is working at the field hospital, staying overnight. It’s late, so I’ll go see her tomorrow.
I thanked Maria and left Thomas’s house. As I headed toward the stables amidst a light flurry of snow, I was surrounded by about ten men emerging from the darkness.
”You lot must be filthy Schweilitz spies,” one of them spat.
The voice belonged to the civil official from earlier who had shown anti-Schweilitz sentiment. Well, there’s no denying the possibility that I might leak information here to Schweilitz, but I don’t have a clear will to be a spy. The Master is an Old Master, so if his true colors are revealed, it can’t be helped if we’re called spies, but it’s a nuisance.
”What shall we do?” I asked, looking to the Master.
”We have no choice but to fight,” he replied with a casual shrug.
To see if I could resolve this through intimidation, I created a Fireball about the size of a person’s height with one hand.
”Hmph, so what if you’re a Mage? Miss, if you please,” the official scoffed.
”Heh, that’s a decent Fireball, Grand Duke Fee,” a new voice purred.
At the words of the beautiful young woman with the seductive body, the men surrounding us grew excited.
”Maria-san? Where’s Thomas?” I demanded.
”That man won’t be waking up until tomorrow,” she said, her smile cold. “I harvested his consciousness.”
Poor Thomas, betrayed by his beloved wife.
But this isn’t the time for sympathy. The situation has suddenly turned extremely dangerous.
After all, Maria might have a larger Mana Quantity than I do. No, she definitely does. Which means I cannot harvest her consciousness, but there is a high possibility that I could have mine harvested, and if I touch that enchanting skin even for an instant, my defeat is certain.
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Summary:
Earnest and his companions travel along a farm road to reach the city of Twanste, which has transformed into a bustling military hub under the command of General Yan. Earnest reunites with his friend Thomas, who is currently overwhelmed by administrative duties while dealing with anti-Schweilitz sentiment. The conversation turns toward their complicated personal lives and the women Thomas has taken in, leaving Earnest frustrated by Thomas’s casual handling of these relationships.
The protagonist visits Thomas, a General currently bogged down by administrative duties and an unhappy domestic life with his wife, Maria. Upon leaving, the protagonist and his Master are ambushed by anti-Schweilitz thugs led by Maria, who reveals she has incapacitated her husband. The protagonist now faces a high-stakes magical confrontation against a woman with superior mana reserves.
Notes:
• 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.
• Kenze – A blunt, muscular, dark-skinned Amazonian warrior and agile former Tashkurgan agent serves as a Frontier Count’s subordinate and the Grand Duke’s protector. Wearing a niqab and slave crest, this fierce guardian acts as an interpreter and bow-wielding tactician within the narrator’s 5-person party. Oblivious to social shifts after a long sleep, she casually yet fiercely protects Thomas, Teressa, and Larry.
• Yan – Once a respected Larland General who dismantled its knighthood, this influential warlord now leads a powerful southern bandit army while besieging Trabius. Balancing a ruthless identity with restoration efforts, they navigate complex relationships with former allies, remaining a key political player.
• Larland – A fallen kingdom with a royal lineage of eight princesses.
• Rus – A neighboring power deeply involved in regional politics and mediation, best known for annexing the Kingdom of Larland.
• Kiridal – A female soldier mentioned as a point of reference for the demographics of the warlord’s army.
• 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.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Thomas – Thomas Bauer is a hulking, middle-aged former General and Larry’s subordinate, commanding 100 soldiers guarding Thiele in Twanste. Possessing a muscular wrestler build, red face, scalp burns, and a combat-focused mindset, he is a blunt but skilled horseman who protects the protagonist. Married to Maria, he is a reliable ally to Fee and Earnest, though Larry recently ordered Kenze to retrieve him.
• 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.
• Master – An old master who serves as a mentor to the protagonist. He maintains a calm and pragmatic demeanor.
• Larry – Sammy I, the 16-year-old dark-haired Grand Duke of the Fee Grand Principality, is a pragmatic, sometimes brutal leader and field agent known to subordinates as Larry-sama. Facing an invasion at Trabius, he leads a golem party using advanced weaponry, combat sandals, and Excalibur. Despite craving simplicity, he navigates complex regional conflicts, tactical allies, four wives, and children.
• Helbert – Lt. Col. Helbert Ougen-Sigmund is a short, stout, middle-aged Chief of Staff and Schweilitz strategist who is notified of the impending conflict. Often alongside the Major, he advises the protagonist and orchestrates strategy with Marshal Yan. A jovial tribunal moderator, he manipulates Larland’s politics for stability, acts as a stern father to Robert, and protects the protagonist.
• Origa – A woman whose mother is traveling with the group.
• Pamela – A petite, arrogant Elf mage and logistics head who heals the injured and provides composed strategic counsel for the narrator’s five-person party. She wears white Gothic Lolita fashion to hide her slave crest. As Larry’s possessive, protective wife, she shares an intimate bond with him. Formerly one of Earnest’s women inherited from his fourth wife, she now allies with Thomas and the group.
• 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.
• Pam – An escort to the protagonist who is observant and loyal.
• Mana – A non-commissioned officer and liaison who previously had their mana drained by Larry.
• Bryachislavichi – The family name associated with Prince Igor.
• Maria – The second daughter of Ifens and Therese (held by her sister-in-law) and Thomas’s wife is a beautiful, high-Mana Universal Church believer. Following an ambush where she was injured and captured after her former-Bishop father tried to assassinate the protagonist, her exceptional magical prowess led to her being coerced into the Magic Armored Division despite her ongoing physical trauma.
• 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.
• Max – Uncle Klaus’s second son and Larry’s cousin is a skilled Golem User and former magic school assistant professor who orchestrated a prison break. Now serving as his other cousin Earnest’s (the Grand Duke) body double, he has also taken custody of certain women who were previously under Thomas’s care.
• Pia – A naive, buxom Nurnhügel mage and companion to Thomas, partner to Larry, and lover to the protagonist. Despite her submissive nature and perverted imagination, she is insecure. Clad in a hooded robe and silk ensemble, she is a rare Golem pilot in Trabius, currently struggling with slower reactions due to her pregnant figure. Previously incapacitated and rescued, she is now held captive by the enemy.
• 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.
• Sergei – The second son of Duke Igor and provisional Finance Minister, this aged, disciplined martial arts master serves the party as an instructor, bodyguard, and advisor. Outwardly blunt yet protective, he is stressed by his charges’ recklessness. Known to Chulpan from a past encounter, he now manages Thomas’s wife, balancing his noble identity with the safety of the narrator’s group he accompanies.
• Thiele – The nine-year-old Queen of restored Larland and genuine eighth princess of the former dynasty, she resides in Cain. A crucial political figurehead promoted by Thomas, her build is mimicked by a body double living in a nearby mansion. Her grandfather, Rolandas von Yoghess, pressures her to wed the protagonist to secure her coveted lineage, making her a highly contested royal asset.
• Yoghes – An aged figure who acts as a martyr by taking a fatal blow intended for the protagonist.
• Hanno – A General in the provisional Royal Army.
• Josef – Former Schweilitz Royal Capital Guards Commander and current Inspector General of the provisional government’s Military Police. He is the husband of Leisabel.
• Alto – The one-year-old biological son of Monica and the late Denis Getys, this toddler is sent to live with his uncle to secure the Getys lineage. Despite his limited speech and barely being able to walk, he grows to become a brilliant strategist from Pomerania, currently serving as the Prime Minister of the provisional Kingdom Office.
• 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.
• Noel – A General in the provisional Royal Army and a protégé of General Yan.
• von – The noble particle ‘von’ indicates high social standing and ancestral roots connected to territorial estates within the Sabaski lineage. It marks the noble bloodline and full names of Annerose von Bülow, Walter von Riedel, and Marc von Harritz, establishing their shared aristocratic identity and familial relationship within the Kingdom.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• Elna – A middle-aged, elderly administrative officer and Second Lieutenant who serves as the facility manager of the 101st Golem Battalion headquarters. Discernible by her clerical military uniform adorned with her favorite gold decorations, she maintains a professional relationship with others, having previously provided carriage transportation from the battalion stronghold on the day of the trial.
• 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.
• Earnest – A cynical, 40-year-old professor reincarnated as a youthful militia soldier and magic-tech expert navigates a world of broken morals. Observant yet ruthless, his weary, compassionate core is hidden behind a tough guise as he commands slaves and war orphans. Fighting for survival amid military intrigue, his distorted morals shape complex relationships, particularly with the women in his life.
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