Volume 3 Chapter 48 The Groin
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The Mage messenger stood there, cowering under the threats from Isabella and Thomas. Just as I was thinking “serves him right,” a Soldier acting as a messenger entered the room and whispered into Thomas’s ear.
”An army in the west?” Thomas blurted out, his voice showing his lack of tactical sense.
”Looks like they’ve arrived. Our reinforcements. There should be a thousand of them. If we slaughter all of you and burn your officer uniforms, whatever happened here will be buried in the darkness. Serves you right,” the messenger sneered, his attitude turning suddenly victorious.
I didn’t like the look on his face.
”Killing a messenger is forbidden, but a little ‘persuasion’ shouldn’t be an issue, right?” I asked, turning to Thomas and Isabella, who both seemed to have plenty of battlefield experience.
”Usually, war between commanders is a different story, but you are a head of state, sir. If you find their attitude too rude, killing them isn’t a problem, provided you report the reason for the act to the opposing side. However, it is better to restrain yourself, as it could hinder future talks. If the messenger is still able to return on his own and report back, it is not an issue. I assume he is prepared for that much, is he not?” Thomas replied, his tone rigid and professional.
Isabella nodded in agreement. “I concur, sir.”
”When did I ever show a rude attitude?” the messenger protested.
Yeah, I think you’ve been doing it quite enough. You told me to hand over my head right in front of me, didn’t you?
”Expose his lower half and tie him to the table!” I commanded. “Oh, and make sure his hip joints are spread as wide as possible. I’ll teach him about the crazy side of Schweilitz.”
The messenger screamed and resisted. Unfortunately, once pinned by the pro-level muscle-brains Thomas and Isabella, he couldn’t even draw on his mana to fight back. He was, for all intents and purposes, a child in their hands.
”Messenger, if there’s any movement from the other side, report it immediately,” I ordered.
He offered a salute and left, though his gaze lingered on what was about to happen in this room.
”Isabella, can you call in a mage who looks like they can handle this?”
At her call, two mages entered—one who looked like a tough veteran, and one who was quite young. The younger one was the kid who had shared the visual data from the fixed-wing drone the other day.
”Can you stick your finger in his anus?” I asked, fully aware of how insane it sounded, but I wasn’t about to do it myself.
”Sure thing, boss. Interrogation, right?” the veteran sister-type said, her tone as casual as if she were discussing the weather. “I’ll go get some Vaseline from the infirmary.”
It seemed for these women, this was just another day at the office. The veteran scooped a generous amount of Vaseline from the jar brought by the younger one and slathered it onto her right hand.
”Better not resist, honey,” she warned.
With those words, she rammed her finger into the man’s anus. The two younger mages watched with intense curiosity, despite their initial hesitation.
”Be careful, he’s a decent mage,” I warned.
”Is that so? Then…” she pulled her finger out and grabbed his shrunken testicles with her left hand. “This way, a male mage can’t focus, so he can’t use mana,” she said, looking back at me with a grin.
Maybe so. Even Thomas, our nation’s only General, backed away.
”Come on, relax,” she commanded, jamming her finger back into the anus. “Listen, once the anal sphincter tears, it never heals. Did you know that?”
I asked the messenger gently in her place. He wasn’t gagged, but he didn’t make a sound; he just shook his head side to side.
”You should relax your muscles and try to push slightly, as if you’re defecating. If you don’t, the muscle will tear, and you’ll be leaking excrement for the rest of your life,” I counseled him kindly.
He nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with tears.
”Good job. See, it’s in,” the veteran said, her finger buried to the base.
”Say, for men, is it okay to insert the hand up to the wrist? It looks a bit tight, though,” the younger one asked.
”Do you stick your hand up to the wrist for women?” I queried.
”Well, otherwise, you can’t grab the uterus, right?” she said, totally deadpan.
Is it really possible to insert a hand into the rectum and grab the uterus through the intestinal wall? I recall the Pouch of Douglas being located between the uterus and the rectum.
”Can you actually grab it?”
”Some people can grab it firmly, but usually it’s just the area around the cervix. Even so, if you flow mana from there toward the clitoris, the pleasure can last for a whole day, and they usually start talking. What do you do for men?”
”On the front side, deeper in, you should feel a walnut-sized nodule, right?” I suggested.
The veteran looked a bit perplexed, moving her inserted finger. “Ah, this. It feels similar to the cervix.”
When babies grow in the womb, the uterus and the prostate grow from the same cells, right? It’s not strange that they feel similar.
”In that case, grab the shaft and pour your mana from that fingertip toward the shaft with everything you’ve got.”
She nodded at my words and seemingly put it into action.
Eek!
The two younger mages let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a cheer.
”It comes out like a horse, doesn’t it?” the veteran said calmly, though her cheeks were flushed, and Isabella, while pretending to be composed, had eyes that were sparkling.
”He looks happy,” I noted.
Neither Thomas nor I had any interest in watching a man e**culate. To our eyes, the look on the man’s face as he reached his peak wasn’t particularly pleasant.
”But this isn’t the end. The real show is about to start. I’m going to show you what kind of demon Sonya is. Are you listening, Messenger?”
He didn’t respond, perhaps having reached heaven, so I tapped his head to bring him back to the living world.
”I’m going to show you the cruelty of the Armored Division Commander.” I repeated it, as it was important, then looked at the veteran. “Grab the testicles tight and focus your mana right into them—BOOM.”
She looked at me with a serious face and nodded.
”Wuaaaaaaaaah!”
Even though he was tied up, the messenger thrashed violently to escape the agony.
”Hurts, does it? But the true demonic curse is just beginning. Prepare yourself, because the pain in your groin will continue for days,” I whispered into his ear as he quieted down, perhaps having gotten used to the pain.
”Now, let’s see you home. Untie him.”
The mages untied the ropes, but he seemed to have no strength left to resist. The front of his trousers was soaked with his own fluids; his groin was exposed, and his testicles were already swelling into an ugly size. I thought it would be better for him not to wear pants, but he seemed to value his appearance, struggling to buckle his belt.
”Tell Maya: don’t get excited over a few reinforcements. We’ll crush them all at once. And tell her that even if the war with us ends, there is still the war with the Kingdom of Schweilitz waiting for you.”
The messenger glared at me with a face like he’d swallowed a bitter bug.
”Keep yapping. Once Larland is unified, Schweilitz will be—”
He must have tried to straighten his back as a sign of a scare, but I’m sure he realized now that squeezing his groin was a bad idea. He dropped to both knees, then put his hands down, stopping to take a deep, labored breath.
After that, he walked away like a schoolboy who had something stuck in his pants, unable to even mount his horse.
As I watched his back, the veteran mage crept up from behind and pressed her body against me.
Hm?
A slight rubbing sensation.
Oh.
I reached out silently and touched her hip, and she pressed her body against me even harder. Well, in a situation like this, women have needs too. Especially mage women; they’re known to be lustful.
When I looked at her, she turned away, looking embarrassed. Her slightly slanted eyes and heavy makeup were proof that she had been a bit of a delinquent in her younger days.
She was a type I hadn’t slept with before, and my eyes lingered on her thin lips. I wondered what it would be like to stimulate them with my fingers or something else.
I was busy with such erotic fantasies when I realized Isabella was staring at me from behind her with the face of a Hannya mask.
Ah, my apologies.
”What do we do? Do we run?” Thomas asked when we moved to another room, away from the stench, and sat down at the table to discuss future measures.
Indeed, we are a small force, but we came here to secure this town, so running away would be putting the cart before the horse. Besides, even if we wanted to run, where would we go?
Also, what about the civilians? We can’t just leave them behind. They’ve already had a third of their comrades burned to death, so they’re furious. If we’re not careful, that anger might turn toward us.
First, let’s sort out the situation. Maya’s forces until the reinforcements arrive—based on the letter from Katri, it was supposed to be 150 soldiers and cavalry combined, but in reality, there were nearly 300, and instead of two Golems, there were about ten, including the three we seized. Because of that miscalculation, they stormed the town, and all the soldiers and town guards who were there were killed.
Plus, according to that messenger, reinforcements of a thousand are arriving.
Against them, we had a hundred of the fake queen’s imperial guards and twenty of Isabella’s squad, with ten of those able to use Coilguns. Among them, five could operate Golems, and two could fly fixed-wing drones, not counting me and Pia. We also had one Type 98 Golem, but it lacked a radio device, and its operating radius was narrowed to 50 meters, along with the three small Golems we snatched along the way. We had ten Coilguns and supposedly a thousand cartridges left.
”Isabella, isn’t that long cargo vehicle a Golem?” I asked about something I’d been curious about for a while.
”That’s a portable house, sir. When you control the mana, the folded panels expand into a house where people can stay,” she replied politely.
I see. It was originally a squad meant to take me away, so they brought along something like a tent. What a hassle.
”Larry, where’s the instructor? I noticed he disappeared at some point,” Thomas asked.
That muscle-brain, did he just realize now? Instructor Sergei is a martial arts teacher from the Old Master’s village, but originally, he was also an Old Master. The Old Masters are like ninjas; he left three days ago to head to Helbert’s middle-aged man to ask for reinforcements.
But this was before the talk of a thousand reinforcements coming from the other side. To be honest, when we thought that if we had the Type 98 Golem, even if we couldn’t operate it remotely, we could manage if there were mages supporting us against about 300 enemies. So, I didn’t write the letter with a sense of extreme urgency.
Also, it depends on how seriously the husband of Professor Lizabel, the Superintendent of the Gendarmerie, is acting. I heard he went off the rails when he found out I kissed his daughter, so it’s probably better not to get my hopes up.
Then there’s the group Thomas sent to Cain.
Our country has almost no weapons.
We’ve brought almost all the bows and arrows we got from Rus here, so even if they send soldiers, the only weapons they could use are harpoons and bronze swords.
”Besides, only one or two people are actually capable of leading troops as a general; if things go poorly, we might just end up getting killed.”
While the three of us—Isabella, Thomas, and I—were looking at our military numbers, Kenze entered the room, accompanied by a Mage capable of operating a |fixed-wing drone.
”Report.”
Kenze prompted the Mage, her voice clipped and sharp.
”Ah, understood.”
The female Mage stated that the Maya warlord had been joined by approximately one hundred cavalry soldiers, five hundred infantry, and thirty transport vehicles. From external observation, there were no indications of Golems or siege weaponry.
”Additionally, there is a caravan of three merchant groups arriving from the rear, escorted by over twenty armed Horseback riders.”
The Maya warlord’s forces, while originally stemming from the Larland Yan General’s army, are also recognized as the Yan bandit group. Given the high probability that they have engaged in banditry or mercenary operations, the possibility that these twenty-plus riders will participate in combat cannot be dismissed.
”However, the claim of one thousand reinforcements seems dubious. I doubt their total force, combined with their current numbers, even approaches one thousand.”
Thomas’s assessment was accurate; however, the primary concerns were the general commanding them and the soldiers’ equipment.
”Current status of the arriving forces?”
”The cavalry soldiers have divided into five squads patrolling the perimeter of the town, and the infantry are constructing hearths.”
”Then they will launch an assault tomorrow at dawn or early morning.”
Thomas declared this with certainty, though his reasoning remained opaque.
”Why?”
”The thirty transport vehicles.”
He explained that with six hundred cavalry and infantry, at least one-third—ten vehicles—would be required for armaments and tents. If they set up supply lines, the remaining fifteen vehicles would suffice for rations and horse feed. If no combatants were traveling with the merchant train, the logistics were impossible to carry out. Furthermore, a march combined with a non-combat supply train would lead to crowded water sources and camps. Additionally, it is winter, and with no forage available, significant feed must be transported. If they truly have one hundred cavalry, plus reserve mounts and transport horses, five additional vehicles for feed are required.
In short, their supplies are at a critical threshold.
”They have a need to keep moving; if they do not occupy this location soon to secure our stockpiled provisions, they will face starvation. Though, there is no fodder remaining here.”
Indeed, they had burned it all themselves.
”The infantry are physically exhausted from the march, so they will prioritize nourishment and rest. If we observe the hearth fires during the night, they will undoubtedly execute their attack by tomorrow’s dawn or early morning.”
His logic appears sound. Having briefly occupied the area, they likely never anticipated being expelled, and thus failed to relocate the provisions. The excessive burning of the fodder was merely a tactical error.
”Larry and Kenze, stand down and rest. Isabella and I will observe the perimeter from the castle wall corridor to figure out their likely attack vectors.”
That is the specialty of military professionals, so I shall defer to them. Kenze and I proceeded toward the residence presumably occupied by the town’s former Bishop. We have designated it as our lodging.
Upon passing through the gate, a young girl was sweeping the path to the entrance with a broom. It was the imitation The King.
”Putting in the effort, Mallet?”
When I addressed her, she maintained her posture, holding the broom at attention.
”Welcome back, Grand Duke.”
”Yes, I have returned.”
Her physique is identical to the actual queen candidate, Thiele・Yoghess, but Mallet possesses a significantly more agreeable disposition. She was a gift (person) provided for my inauguration as Grand Duke, but she is bold, never hesitates, and has a refreshing personality that earns her favor.
”I am going to rest for a while, but if anyone arrives, you may wake me.”
I spoke while patting her head.
”Understood. If someone arrives, I shall shake Kenze-sama awake first.”
”Are you looking for a fight?”
”But that is what you meant, is it not, Grand Duke?”
”Mallet is intelligent. Yes, that is correct. If anyone arrives, it is best to wake Kenze and consult with her.”
”Hmph. This is why the youth are so troublesome lately.”
Kenze remarked with the tone of an elder, yet she appeared to have accepted the arrangement. Mallet winked at me mischievously.
I passed through the entrance and proceeded down the corridor to the expansive bedroom at the rear. It is questionable whether a Clerical figure requires such a massive room, but it measures roughly thirty mats in size. It includes a king-sized canopy bed and a leather sofa set. There is even a large desk, bookshelves, and a closet; opening the wooden door on the south side reveals a matching, small garden.
”I am home.”
Pamela was treating Pia on the large bed; upon seeing me, she mumbled, “Welcome back.” I would appreciate a more enthusiastic reception. Despite Pamela and Kenze being my slaves, they are incredibly overbearing, ignore my directives, and possess sharp tongues.
”What is the status?”
”I am not good at treating fractures. I am merely stabilizing the site to help natural healing.”
”However, the pain has diminished significantly, and I am now able to walk while applying weight to my heel.”
Pamela is an Elf Mage. She can perform Heal for minor fractures, but this case is complicated.
”Pia, do not let our conversation distract you. Your Mana flow is becoming erratic.”
Pia made an expression resembling a child caught in mischief and focused on her foot, where Pamela held her hand.
”Now then, the problem remains here.”
I approached Katri, who was lying on the sofa.
”Because she blames herself for putting her companions in danger to save you, her mind has become ill.”
Kenze was correct. She had been ordered to station an ambush around the East gate and lure only me to the Fodder warehouse upon our arrival. She was told that if she complied, they would spare only me.
Katri fabricated a report regarding Golem malfunctions to lure me to the Fodder warehouse. She likely intended to remain behind and perish from the ambush archers along with Thomas and Isabella. Because she survived, the inability to die seems to be too hard on her. Since that event, she has lost all facial expression, appearing like a patient with severe depression.
I lifted Katri’s upper body, but her expression remained completely vacant. Her eyes were unfocused, staring at nothing, though she continued to blink.
I hugged her tightly from behind.
”Kenze, assist me.”
Kenze brought bread and soup that had gone cold. I tore the bread into small pieces, soaked it in the soup, and forced it into Katri’s mouth after prying it open.
When I touched her parted lips with my finger, she chewed slightly and swallowed. After repeating this several times, when I attempted to force her jaw open, she shook her head and resisted.
”Let us conclude this.”
She consumed less than half the normal portion. I placed Katri down and went to the bed where Pamela and the others were gathered.
”What is the status of the enemy?”
Pamela inquired while continuing her healing procedure.
”Thomas states there is a high probability they will initiate an attack at dawn or early morning tomorrow.”
”Oh my, that is quite the predicament.”
Pamela spoke as if it were a trivial matter.
”Would you like me to assist as well?”
Pia offered. I considered having her operate the smaller Golems, but if a pregnant woman utilizes Mana carelessly, there is a risk of miscarriage. Veronica Second Lieutenant mentioned that Louise’s miscarriage could have been caused by such negligence.
”No, it is acceptable. The reinforcements were fewer than one thousand.”
Regardless, Pia’s massive breasts sway quite noticeably.
”Say, have they increased in size again?”
I stepped over Kenze, who had climbed into bed before me, and moved closer to Pia.
”Large breasts are therapeutic.”
I sat behind Pia and lifted her heavy chest through her undergarment.
”Hmph, I find it unbelievable that you can say such things in my presence.”
Pamela, who made that remark, possesses a petite, loli-like figure.
”Well, flat chests have their own particular appeal, so it is acceptable, is it not?”
Even I am aware that the logic is incoherent.
”To refer to my cute breasts as flat… I find it offensive. Today’s healing session is terminated.”
She states this, yet I wonder if she felt compelled because she Mind-read that Pia was pleased to be held by me? If so, I shall celebrate with a session.
As I began unbuttoning Pia’s undergarment, she requested that I wait.
”My apologies, I must use the restroom.”
Well, that is unavoidable. My momentum has been interrupted. In that case, I shall handle Pamela’s flat chest instead.
Pia crawled to the edge of the bed, sat for a moment, and then stood. Her right foot is fine, but her left foot was crushed by a Golem; thanks to Pamela’s healing, she is currently walking by supporting her weight on her heel.
Hop, hop… I suppose.
The difference between her and Yutia is the sway of the chest.
Although, that is.
It is on my mind. A professor once proposed that depression is brain inflammation, a structural neural change triggered by microglia. It is merely a hypothesis, however.
Mana had an effect on Yutia’s dystonia.
”What is the matter?”
Pia, who had returned unnoticed, hugged me from behind and pressed her breasts against me. That is pleasant in its own right, but.
”Say, may I hold Katri now?”
”Hold… do you mean, have s*x?”
Pia inquired, looking dissatisfied.
”What, do you have a hobby of engaging in acts with an unconscious woman?”
”They say there are even individuals who enjoy ruining corpses.”
Kenze and Pamela are saying whatever they desire. However, I stood up and moved toward the sofa.
I climbed on top of Katri as she slept face-up, draped myself over her, and brought my face close enough to kiss her.
I inserted my fingers through her hair to touch her scalp firmly and grasped her head with both hands.
Katri opened her eyelids, revealing unfocused pupils. This must be the method.
I touched my lips to her brow as if kissing it. Using my palms, I channeled Mana into her scalp and sucked it back through my lips. If it is inflammation, cooling should provide relief. Since Mana is warm upon entry, the suction process might induce cooling. Katri is a non-adept, so to help the suction, I injected a small amount of Mana. My mental image was injecting Mana through the entire cranial region and extracting it from between her brows.
The flow, which initially encountered resistance, suddenly became fluid.
”Nngghhh!”
Katri emitted a sad cry. Her emotions are returning.
”Master.”
When she looked at me and spoke, she scrambled to the edge of the sofa as if attempting to flee and sat upright. The other women, surprised, descended from the bed and gathered around.
”I am so sorry, I am so sorry.”
Katri is Bowing to the floor, weeping as she offers apologies.
”Katri.”
I grasped her hair and forced her to lift her face.
”Yes.”
”Do you desire my forgiveness?”
”Eh, that…”
”Do you not desire my forgiveness?”
”But, would you truly forgive me?”
”Yes. However, I will not grant forgiveness for free.”
”Yes.”
I released her hair and pulled down her pants and undergarment.
”Place it in your mouth and serve me.”
”Eh, ah, that…”
Katri is visibly confused. No, it is unnecessary; she may proceed as she usually does.
”You’re garbage, you know that?”
”Total trash.”
”Such trash, indeed.”
I get Kenze and Pamela, but Pia? I didn’t think she was the type to say things like that.
”When you’re finished, make sure you hold her properly.”
”Women think with their uteri, after all.”4
”You’ll hold me later too, right?”
Pia-san, we’re looking at a battle tomorrow, you know.
If I hold both of you, I have a feeling it’s going to be the death of me.
Just as the three of them were heading for the bed, it was covered in a warm, sticky membrane.
Well, Katri seemed fine with it, so I gripped her head with both hands.
”Kenze-san, you’re awake, aren’t you.”
Without even knocking, a girl carrying a broom entered the room.
Right in front of her, Katri was on all fours, my crotch firmly held in her mouth.
But the girl didn’t flinch.
”Um, I’m sorry to interrupt in the middle of things. But there’s a message from General Thomas. It seems there’s a cloud of dust rising past the northern road, and some… some army is heading this way.”
Mallet probably forgot the word halfway through.
Coming from the north—that means reinforcements from the Grand Principality?
How is Maya’s army going to move?
”Katri, my bad. Later.”
I pulled back and stood up, forcing my pants on. Katri looked at me with a face that seemed both reluctant and, in a way, relieved.
”Kenze, let’s go.”
”You’re a rough one to deal with.”
Is that my fault, though?
”Even so, I’m impressed you called Katri back. Even if you are a piece of trash as a human being.”
”Trash, huh? I think I’m a pretty serious guy when it comes to women, actually.”
”Thinking that is your own business.”
We stepped into the hallway and broke into a run toward the north gate.
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Summary:
The protagonist forces an enemy Mage messenger to endure a humiliating interrogation involving mana-induced sensory overload. Following the messenger’s coerced withdrawal, the protagonist and his core team assess their precarious defensive situation against an impending force of one thousand enemy soldiers. The chapter ends on the tactical instability of lacking sufficient weaponry for potential reinforcements.
The protagonist, Larry, analyzes the enemy’s tactical positioning and logistical weaknesses with his advisors, Thomas and Isabella. Following the briefing, Larry retires to his residence where he tends to his healing subordinates and attempts a risky, Mana-based psychological treatment on the traumatized Katri. The treatment forces a breakthrough in Katri’s catatonic state, leading to an immediate and submissive emotional resolution.
Kenze is interrupted during an intimate encounter by the arrival of an urgent military report regarding an approaching army. The protagonist quickly disengages and prepares for the impending conflict at the northern gate. The scene remains suspended with the immediate threat of a battle against the forces from the Grand Principality.
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Trivia:
The Pouch of Douglas is a real anatomical space between the uterus and rectum.
Type 98 Golems in this world have limited radio range of 50 meters.
Old Masters are skilled in stealth, similar to ninjas.
The protagonist’s previous romantic entanglement with Professor Lizabel’s daughter is impacting current political and military alliances.
The portable houses used by the elite squads expand via mana-controlled folding panels.
The Mayawarlord’s forces are also known as the Yan bandits, suggesting a background in mercenary or illicit activities.
Thomas accurately deduces the enemy’s attack timeline based on the specific number of transport vehicles and logistical needs for a six-hundred-man force.
The protagonist’s healing technique for Katri involves manipulating Mana flow through the scalp to reverse suspected neurological inflammation.
Katri’s current state of depression is explicitly linked to her guilt over failing to sacrifice herself to ambush the protagonist.
The protagonist is referred to as “trash” by multiple female companions, suggesting a complex or morally ambiguous reputation.
Mallet, the messenger girl, shows remarkable composure despite witnessing a graphic sexual scene.
The “warm, sticky membrane” described in the bedroom serves as a sensory detail of the setting’s harsh, perhaps magical or organic, nature.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Isabella – A towering, muscular, jet-black-uniformed Schweilitz Royal Army Lieutenant in her late thirties, scarred and formidable, yet kind beneath her strict exterior—former leader of the Weasels of Bohemia and now pragmatic commander of a Special Temporary Platoon tracking Larry’s party. A master spear-fighter and tactical advisor, she works closely with Thomas to assess enemy maneuvers and assist interrogations, currently absent from the North Gate. A noble VIP, she insists on escorting Marie, treats Ange like a granddaughter, and participated in the strategy meeting; recently mentioned in connection with the merger and relocation to the Royal Capital.
• Thomas – Thomas Bauer, a hulking middle‑aged General with a muscular wrestler’s build, reddened face and scalp burns, serves as Larry’s grounded, observant tactical advisor. He commands 100 soldiers and mages in Twanste, is married to Maria, and works closely with Fee and Earnest. Though he trained farmers and fishermen rather than a formal army, he accompanied Larry and vanished after the bridge collapse, prompting Kenze to retrieve him.
• 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 kingdom to which the protagonist is forced to return boasts towering academy spires and a full military arsenal—Royal Army troops and elite officers. Its ruler holds a captive the protagonist fears will be executed.
• Sonya – Sonya, a sharp‑eared, petite elf and former Schuberitz Kingdom Major, commands the Magic Armored Division in ruined Larland Capital. Youthful, serious, and sadistically strategic, she is feared as a devilish pilot. Using telepathic mana she handles Larry’s combat, guards Maria, and drains mana from foes.
• Commander – A man leading the mercenary press-gang at the south gate.
• Maya – Elderly, ruthless Marshal Yan — salt‑and‑pepper hair, dubbed a ‘hag’ — leads the Larland Provisional Kingdom’s forces in full plate armor, commanding knights and golems. She burns civilians, manipulates regional wars, and feuds fiercely with the Fee Grand Principality. A warlord who tried to hijack Larland and crown herself queen.
• Larland – A fallen kingdom, marked by its royal lineage of eight distinct princesses, has reemerged as a ruthless invading force. Driven by the loss of their homeland, these royal heirs now lead an aggressive campaign that threatens the entire region, turning former neighbors into desperate targets as they fight to reclaim power.
• 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.
• Katri – A composed, long-haired Moscow Maid School graduate, she rode in Larry’s carriage as his pregnant companion and now serves as Trabius’s interim Village Head, managing ledgers and caring for orphans. Dressed in a pink maternity dress and crimson gown, she bore Larry’s child, is bound to Sanna, Larry, and Earnest, and acts as the protagonist’s forward, submissive romantic partner and caretaker. Deeply depressed and expressionless from self-blame after a failed self-sacrifice to save him, she sent a critical letter about Maya’s forces.
• Pia – Buxom, naive Nurnhügel mage, heavily pregnant and formerly enslaved, now a level‑3 mage under military protection. She wears a hooded robe, speaks with archaic authority, pilots golems and drones as a healer’s assistant, and bears the protagonist’s child. Submissive yet cynical, she was a former captive and fears arrest for the Haritz escape.
• Larry – Sammy I, a 16-year-old dark-haired Grand Duke of the Fee Grand Principality and reincarnated Associate Professor of engineering and magic, is a cold, analytical strategist known to subordinates as Larry-sama. After being drugged and transported following the Haritz Rebellion, he endured a month of solitary confinement without bathing, now under military review. Armed with advanced weapons and Excalibur, he leads mage-golem units through brutal wars, balances four wives and children, and clings to a desperate craving for simplicity—protective yet impulsive toward his entourage of women, all while navigating a world where morals have shattered.
• Helbert – Lt. Col. Helbert Ougen‑Sigmund is a short, stout, middle‑aged Schweinitz strategist and Chief of Staff. He briefs on politics, coordinates strategy with Marshal Yan, protects the protagonist, and seeks reinforcements from Sergei. Jovial tribunal moderator, he manipulates Larland’s politics, acts as a stern father to Robert, and advises the protagonist alongside the Major.
• Master – An old master who serves as a mentor to the protagonist. He maintains a calm and pragmatic demeanor.
• Sergei – The second son of Duke Igor and provisional Finance Minister, this aged, disciplined martial arts master from the Old Master’s village possesses ninja-like skills and is recognized for his timely arrival with reinforcements. Serving as a protective yet blunt bodyguard, instructor, and advisor, he is perpetually stressed by the party’s recklessness. Known to Chulpan, he manages Thomas’s wife, balancing his noble status with his unwavering duty to safeguard the group he accompanies.
• Lizabel – A dignified, flirtatious Academy professor and investigative specialist in her late thirties, this noblewoman has a striking physique and scandalous private life. The sister of Lysan, she is Doris’s mother and a side wife to Gendarmerie Superintendent Josef von Möller. She lives next door to investigate the protagonist, whose relationship with her daughter has caused recent conflict.
• Cain – This remote town, once a Marque stronghold, enemy hub, and mapping center, is now a crucial Grand Principality base surrounding Grand Duke Thiele’s estate. It serves as a target for forces sent by Thomas to secure weapons. Currently, it hosts the Duke, his loyal Minister of State (a revered former guard commander), and the traveling Village Head of Trabius amid intense political negotiations.
• Rus – A neighboring power deeply involved in regional politics and mediation, best known for annexing the Kingdom of Larland.
• Kenze – A dark-skinned Amazonian warrior with short hair, once a lethal rival to Larry, now serves as the protagonist’s fiercely loyal slave, guard, and tactical commander—wearing a niqab and slave crest, she moves with blinding speed and lethal bow precision. Once drained of mana and collapsed in Larry’s carriage, she now questions his methods while protecting Thomas, Teressa, Larry, and her master with arrogant, unyielding devotion, oblivious to shifting social dynamics yet utterly devoted in battle.
• 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.
• Mallet – A young girl who carries a broom, acting as a messenger for military information. A young girl who enters without knocking, carrying a broom and delivering a tense military report. A young girl who serves as an imitation king. She shares physical traits with the true queen candidate, Thiele, but possesses a more pleasant, bold, and refreshing personality.
• Yoghess – A frontier town of 1,000 residents named after its ruling lineage. Its current lord—father to the queen candidate Thiele and his third son Darius—maintains a strained relationship and is on bad terms with both Cresare and Mustobe.
• Thiele – The nine-year-old true Queen of Schweilitz, who entered Larland, is the genuine eighth princess of the former dynasty and resides in Cain; her physical appearance is identical to Mallet, the original body double. Promoted by Thomas as a political figurehead, she is fiercely contested due to her royal lineage, with her grandfather Rolandas von Yoghess pressuring her to wed the protagonist to secure her bloodline’s legitimacy.
• Yoghes – An aged figure who acts as a martyr by taking a fatal blow intended for the protagonist.
• Pamela – Petite, sharp‑tongued Elf mage, logistics chief and possessive, protective wife of Larry, hides a slave crest beneath white Gothic Lolita. She heals minor wounds, offers cool strategy, once served Earnest, now rides with Thomas’s five‑person party and accompanies Larry and Katri in his carriage.
• 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.
• Veronica – Second Lieutenant, Golem pilot, in crisp uniform with insignia, pragmatic and professional. Retired after childbirth, she later shared critical observations on Mana’s risks during pregnancy, influencing peers.
• Louise – Female South Bohemian Lieutenant, Magic Armored Division veteran, retired after childbirth to become Kure’s youth school principal. Mother of the protagonist’s son, she suffered a miscarriage referenced by Veronica. Resembling Elga, she taught him a military salute, gave poll‑tax exemption details, and pilots a top‑tier Type 95 Golem as his operational benchmark.
• Yutia – Slender, quietly observant Getys household livestock worker with shoulder-length hair and fever-scarred skin. Though marked by dystonia, her muscle tension was successfully treated with mana. She loves cutting hair with wool shears. While isolated and intimidated by Hans, she shares a deep, tender bond with Larry, whom she gave a symbolic hair charm and a unique mana treatment.
• 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.
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