Volume 4 Chapter 49 Nagamitsu
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Hey, you lot—don’t you go getting cold feet on me now.”
I sent Bebel and Sabby a telepathic nudge as we stepped out of the waiting room. Bebel seemed like she’d handle it well enough, but Sabby started muttering some weak stuff about needing to use the bathroom.
”Second lieutenant, you’re staying at the commander’s place tonight, aren’t you?” Sabby asked.
No idea. In the first place, it was you—Bebel—who went and said, “Eeh, what’s the harm?”
”Are you gonna be all right?” Bebel asked.
”What do you mean?”
”I mean… what if it doesn’t end in just one night?”
Don’t jinx it. Though, honestly, what if other requests come in?
”Wait one day. If you don’t make it back to the ship…” Bebel trailed off.
What then?
”Then I’ll just have to tell the captain to head back to Kure without you,” she said.
That’s not even a joke anymore. Wait—you’d actually leave me behind and sail off? Bebel flashed her white teeth at me, grinning. That woman, I swear…
”Lady Katarina told us to come back no matter what, didn’t she?” Sabby said.
Sabby was still using polite speech with me—guess she hadn’t shaken the nerves yet. But she was at least griping, so I’d call it a win.
”May I interrupt?”
As if waiting for us to finish our talk, Commander Gaia of the Amazoness called out.
”Ah—uh…” I hesitated. “Can you hold onto these for me?”
I unstrapped my coilguns and gun belt and handed them over.
”Oi, you sure about that?” Bebel’s face twisted in protest.
”And this?” The commander accepted what I’d offered and asked.
”Self-defense magic items. It’d be improper for an envoy to carry them into an audience.”
A fair excuse. But if I ever actually needed them, we’d already be dead. Most likely, all three of us. When I’d had an audience with Frontier Count Pugachev, there’d also been three of us—but back then it was Kenze and the Old Master’s village master. Those two could’ve fought circles around Bebel and the others with their coilguns. There’d been at least a sliver of a chance to escape.
Not here. The commander and vice-captain up ahead? They were scary strong. They had women’s bodies, but their muscles were no joke—not grotesque, just firm. Toned where they should be, curves where they should be, but when they moved, there wasn’t the slightest wobble to their center of gravity. Both of them were a bit taller than me. Maybe even enough to rival Katarina.
’You two hand yours over too.’
If these foolish women let their coilguns loose on some misunderstanding, even the people on the Izumo wouldn’t get off easy.
’Give them back after the audience.’
”You have my word,” the commander said.
Probably not smart to trust the enemy that much, but even if they didn’t return them—the Amazoness tribe couldn’t handle mana. They wouldn’t be able to use the guns anyway.
At the entrance to the audience hall, they arranged our positions. The commander and vice-captain took the lead, then me, then Bebel and Sabby behind me, followed by four soldiers carrying the treasure sword in a box—a gift for the queen.
As we lined up, I noticed the commander had a tattoo of a rising dragon on her back. The vice-captain had one coiled around her right leg, jaws gaping toward her crotch. Now that I thought about it, Kenze had mentioned that the main branch of the Amazoness tribe always bore dragon tattoos.
But the vice-captain’s ink was in poor taste. I amused myself with the thought: if someone reached for that spot, they’d get bitten, as I stepped into the hall.
The chamber was cool. High ceiling, but not huge. Several large windows stood open on both sides, letting a good breeze through. But what caught my eye more was the huge tapestry covering the entire wall opposite—embroidery of a dragon, fine and imposing. On the dais where the important ones sat, as if guarded by that embroidered dragon, was a figure I took to be the queen, seated on a throne shaped like a conch shell. Around her, a few attendants, probably.
I lowered my gaze—staring would be rude—and glanced to the sides.
On either side of the marble-tiled path we walked, Amazonesses of various skin tones stood facing us, arranged in rows. Unlike the ones at the front, they weren’t wearing bikini armor. Given the heat, there was some skin on display, but it looked like formal dress.
When the pair in front stopped about two meters from the stairs leading up to the dais, I stopped too—and Sabby bumped into me from behind. Guess she still hadn’t shaken the nerves. I heard Bebel hiss at her in a low voice.
The two in front dropped to one knee, placed their hands on their knees, and bowed their heads. I followed suit. The soldiers carrying the box slipped past, moved to the front of the commanders, and set down the tribute.
At the same time, a gong rang through the hall, and drum-heavy music began to play.
Too much, I thought, but the mood gradually took me in. A woman whose figure was quite un-Amazoness-like—she must’ve been the MC—called out in a voice that carried:
”His Majesty, Sámi the First, rises.”
Here, they seemed to stick to “His Majesty Sámi the First” as the title, but I still wasn’t used to it. My reaction lagged.
Maybe that was for the best. If they’d called me “second lieutenant Larry,” I’d have bolted upright with a panicked shout.
They prompted me to introduce myself, and for the first time, I properly looked at the queen.
Her name was Kakuka Saba. Her sleek, straight black hair was cut in a bob—like Cleopatra’s. Her skin was closer to Japanese than Caucasian, but her lips were fuller, her nose was straight but not high-bridged—something about her features leaned toward Southeast Asian. Still, her thick, dark eyebrows and large eyes were striking, showing the fierce will befitting royalty.
”I am Sámi the First, founder of the Fee Grand Principality. Today, I have been granted an audience as the representative of His Majesty, King Philip the Fourth of Schweilitz.”
I gave a greeting that was more than half made up on the spot, and requested that they accept the treasure sword we’d brought.
The box containing the sword was carried onto the dais by attendants, and a nervous-looking woman beside the queen opened it, drew out the blade, and showed it to Her Majesty.
”A beautiful blade,” the queen said. “We shall hold it forever as a treasure of our kingdom and a sign of the friendship between our realm and the Kingdom of Schweilitz.”
She was just saying whatever. It didn’t seem to mean much to her. But that was fine—we had three more identical ones back on the Izumo. They’d covered this one with gems and gold decorations, but I doubted it was all that valuable.
”Then, as a token of gratitude, I shall give you a gift,” the queen said.
Something about that sounded ominous. Not a return gift—thanks? Thanks for what? In other words, rather than giving a return gift to His Majesty in response to King Philip’s offering, she was giving me a gift?
An attendant carried over a wooden box wrapped in what looked like a silk furoshiki.1 I knelt again—proper protocol for receiving gifts—and studied the package. At this length, it had to be a sword. Or perhaps it was actually a gift for the king, not for me?
The attendant untied the knot, showing an unpainted wooden box. Cedar? He removed the cloth and set the box before me, then slowly lifted the lid.
Inside, resting on purple silk stretched over some kind of padding, held with what looked like cotton thread, was an unsealed Japanese katana.
The preservation was perfect. No rust, no tarnish. That shape—unique to Japanese blades. The artistic grain of the folded steel, the hamon2 pattern like flowing water. And the tip—so sharp it seemed it could draw blood at a single touch, without a single nick or chip to spoil its perfection.
Once, in my past life, I’d held a real Japanese sword. It was a military blade—nothing like this work of art. But this? This was something else entirely. Something that made my skin prickle with awe.
Almost afraid to hope, I looked at the tang near the hilt. There, carved into the metal, was an inscription:
長光
Nagamitsu.3
I’d heard of it. The sword Sasaki Kojiro—rival of the legendary Miyamoto Musashi—was said to have used. But more than that—this was the first time I’d seen kanji in this world since the Fourth Sage’s Letter. And as that realization hit, so did the headache.
”Well? Does it please you?” the queen’s voice asked.
”Where did you—” I began, but the words broke. The headache spiked. Consciousness slipped away.
* * *
When I came to, I was lying on a bed in a airy room.
”Where…?” I sat up, still with a headache. Not bad, but there.
”Thought you’d had a stroke, I did,” Bebel said from a round chair beside the bed.
”Where’s Sabby?”
She’d gone back to the ship to report that I’d collapsed during the audience.
”Does this happen often?” a woman asked—brown-skinned, like Kenze.
”And you are?”
She introduced herself as a kusushi.4 A pharmacist. Right—in a place like this, where they couldn’t use healing magic, they’d have herbalists instead.
”This is the second time,” I said. “I think I know the cause.”
Probably—whenever I met something from my past life in this world’s reality, it triggered this reaction. It hadn’t happened before, but I’d been so absorbed in this world that I’d opened the drawer of past-life memories less and less. These shocks forced that drawer open, flooding me with stored memories all at once.
In other words, this wasn’t a physical problem—not a stroke or aneurysm. My speech wasn’t slurred; the symptoms would fade soon enough. Functional, not structural.
”Shall I prepare something for the pain?” the pharmacist asked.
”No, I’m fine. But I should apologize to Her Majesty. Collapsing during an audience is unforgivable.”
And they’d even given me this room—a third-floor covered balcony with an ocean view, facing the harbor where the Izumo was visible. To the left, a white-sand spit; beyond it, an endless cobalt sea. To the right, a very long reddish sand beach.
”Would you care for some tea?” the pharmacist asked.
I perked up at that. I’d ignored the tea earlier because of the container. In my past life, hot tea came in porcelain; here, it was thick pottery. The feel was completely different.
”Where does this tea come from?” I asked.
”From Daqin,” she said.
Daqin5—wasn’t that the Roman Empire? Though I recalled the Eastern Roman Empire had been destroyed by Turku, maybe they imported it through Charle or the Ferere Papal Territory.
Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to go claim a tea plantation or two once I get back to my country. It’s the neighboring nation, after all.
Footsteps climbed the stairs from below.
”Glad to see you’re all right. Had us worried.”
The first one up was Pamela. Probably sent by the Captain after getting Sabby’s report. Right behind her came Commander Gaia of the Royal Capital Defense Force.
”Your Majesty, I trust you’re well? The journey must have been tiring. If you’ve any lasting ailments, do inform us—it’s something we must pass down to our children’s children.”
This Commander—she’s a woman, by the way—seems set on making me bed her children even in this state. I’m a headache-ridden invalid. Not exactly a model of health, so you’d think she’d let it go.
’Seems there’s no problem, then.’
Pamela pretended to take my pulse and grasped my wrist, asking via telepathy.
”No fever to speak of.”
’The ship’s fine. Don’t worry. We’ve got lookouts posted.’
Seems safe to assume she’s not planning to oppose us as an Amazoness.
’So, did you see that bob-cut girl again?’
’Nah. I saw writing from my past life.’
Well, there’s the katana too, I suppose. The Fourth Sage was a reincarnator from Japan, same as me, so it wouldn’t be strange if there were others besides Schweilitz. But would they have enough influence to share the same script?
’Don’t go frettin’ over things like that. It’s probably beyond your understandin’ anyway.’
When she puts it that way, she’s right. But not thinking about it might be easier said than done.
’So, stayin’ the night, are we?’
Pamela was barely holding back laughter. Had Sabby told her already?
’Gonna do it with that boy-girl tonight, eh? Tacklin’ a whole new world, are ya? Hyahyahyahyahyah!’
What a very rude slaver.
With Pamela’s arrival, Bebel returned to the ship and the healer left too. But the Gaia Commander remained.
And now she was bragging about her children.
Five of the Commander’s children were alive. The eldest was currently in that awkward phase—changing from boy-girl to woman. The second was out on a trading vessel with her partner, heading to the main family estate in the eastern archipelago. And the third was the one who’d served tea in the waiting room.
”Her partner was settled half a year ago. He’s the third child of that Ade-Saba family, you know.”
’Who’s Ade-Saba?’
Pamela asked via telepathy.
’A royal who came as a negotiator to Suez.’
’I see. That explains the pride, then.’
She had reason to boast—her daughter had been talented, chosen to work in the royal palace, and caught the eye of an Ade princess, who selected her as a partner.
”And what exactly is a partner, anyway?”
When I asked, they told me it’s like marriage among humans.
”So you’re saying she’s already got a household at that age?”
”Of course. If you haven’t found a partner by age ten, people assume something’s wrong with you.”
Age ten? Sometimes parents arranged the match, but apparently there were educational institutions where you could find your own partner. Come to think of it, Kenze had mentioned something about her kid Zaboo turning seven.
”You’re not saying they have s*x at that age, are you?”
”Naturally—they’re partners. The mating period—that boy-girl phase—only lasts about ten years. They need to mate as much as possible. And of that, only half the children born end up being with their partner.”
”So if it’s just one night, almost nothing comes of it, right?”
In other words, I was asking if there was almost no chance of an Amazoness child with my blood from a single go.
”Actually, it’s quite the opposite—offspring with humans tend to be surprisingly common regardless of frequency.”
I don’t know what proof they have, but apparently human children are born regardless of frequency, and those with mixed blood have lower death rates. Though all children born are Amazoness—well, humans aren’t usually born from eggs anyway.
”Isn’t your work suffering?”
She’d been talking so long that I asked if a Commander could really afford to stay here.
”Not at all. Tonight’s my daughter’s precious first time. I must attend to her, so I’ll remain with Your Majesty.”
Attend?
”Yes. The Amazoness reproductive system—there’s one opening with separate chambers inside. I’ll be there to help.”
Meaning—
”To make sure no harm comes to my child. That’s what attending means.”
Well, since it’s her first time with a boy-girl, having the mother help out isn’t the worst idea. Besides, if I can’t perform, maybe I’d get to have the mother help me instead.
”You’re grinning.”
Pamela warned me in a low voice.
More footsteps ascended the stairs. Many of them.
It was Her Majesty the Queen.
The Commander knelt on one knee, and Pamela followed suit. Since I was in bed, I sat seiza and bowed my head.
”How fares the health?”
”I’m honored by your concern. I deeply apologize for my bad manners during the audience.”
”Think nothing of it. How’s the body?”
I told her that after resting, I was perfectly fine.
”Is that so? Then let us get down to business.”
Her Majesty the Queen removed her crown, handed it to the slender, nervous-looking woman standing beside her, flicked her sleek black straight hair back with both hands, and crossed her legs.
”I do so hate formality,” she said with a smile, looking far too young to have a grandchild—the Commander’s daughter’s partner.
”You encountered a seed ship off Hafun, did you not?”
”A seed ship?”
”A large junk ship. I hear you sank one of its escort vessels.”
That’s when it clicked. The naval battle that got me demoted.
”That was the Great Qin—those fleeing ruin at the hands of the Boltechino, wandering in search of a new home.”
Wait, Great Qin? Isn’t that Charle and Ferele’s homeland?
”You don’t know Great Qin?”
When I nodded, they explained it had once been a large country on the eastern coast of the Central Continent. But the Wanyan Kingdom had carved off its northern third, and now the Boltechino—who’d destroyed the Wanyan Kingdom—had reduced it to half its former size. Nothing remained but ruin.
”The descendants of fools who thought gold and diplomacy could protect a nation.”
It reminded me of something I’d studied in world history—the Song Dynasty, trying to pay off invaders with gold.
”If our contractors hadn’t been harmed, I might have left them be. But they touched Hofun.”
So that’s why they’d pursued them.
”But you saw the fireworks, didn’t you?”
”The dhow’s sails were burning.”
”And so weaponry advances without pause. Those seed ships were not the only ones. Great Qin’s colonies are spreading through the Lemurian Sea, and they’ve grown into a power we cannot ignore.”
Until about twenty years ago, the Amazoness had dominated most of the Lemurian Sea’s trade and piracy. But since the junk ships appeared, they’d been steadily pushed back.
”And so, the black ships.”
”Yes. A ship that sails without wind is very appealing.”
Well, that made sense. That’s why they’d abducted Rosa.
”But there’s a major problem.”
I thought having her would solve everything?
”As far as we know, there are no monsters on the Southern Continent.”
Huh?
”But I saw a sea serpent in the Red Sea.”
”That was a whale. A basilosaurus. A proper mammal.”
She said it with a scornful spit. I suppose that tail really was a whale’s.
”We thought we’d import what we needed from Turku—we have connections there. But Rosa says you’d need huge amounts of magic thread, goblin and orc nerve sets, even a giant amber. Those barbarians on the Southern Continent have placed export limits on magical tools. There’s simply no way.”
”Then what about Rosa?”
What of her, who had no reason to stay here?
”She’s been sent to the Dwarf Kingdom of Kush.”
I’d heard the Amazoness didn’t have the technology to make steel plates in bulk, so they planned to build the black ships in Kush. With her mind, she’d be valued anywhere, even without mana technology. And half her blood was Dwarf.
”And so,” the Queen said, crossing her legs the other way and fixing me with her gaze, “I wish to adopt my child—Nikaure Saba.”
If that was all, they could have agreed to the hostage exchange in Suez.
”If you take His Majesty Sámi the First as a hostage, wouldn’t King Schweilitz agree to an exchange?”
You’re serious. And yet, though Her Majesty’s lips smiled, her eyes most certainly did not.
”Commander Gaia.”
”Yes, Your Majesty?”
”Tonight, you’re to have your child mate with the hostage here, correct?”
Wait—I’ve fallen from His Majesty to hostage?
”Yes.”
”While you’re at it, have my grandchild—your daughter’s partner—inseminated as well.”
”Yes, with pleasure. I shall serve as attendant.”
What do you mean attendant?! More importantly, has this not become a very serious situation?
”Hostage,” said the nervous-looking woman beside the Queen, pointing at the Izumo. “I trust you won’t do anything foolish.”
I looked—the Izumo was now floating amid dozens of small and medium dhows packed together. There was no room to move.
”The harbor’s shallow, built for dhows. Even if you sink the surrounding ships, your deep-draft vessel will run aground on the wreckage and never escape this bay. Understand?”
So I was to be kept within Amazoness territory until the hostage exchange was finalized. Round trip to Kure would take four months. During that time… was I going to become a sexual slave?
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Summary:
The protagonist leads Bebel and Sabby through a formal audience with Queen Sámi of the Amazoness tribe, surrendering their coilguns as a gesture of diplomatic propriety while inwardly assessing the overwhelming physical threat posed by the Amazoness commanders. The queen presents him with an unexpected gift—a pristine Japanese katana bearing the inscription “Nagamitsu”—which triggers a debilitating headache and causes him to collapse, linking the artifact to his past life memories.
A diplomatic audience turns into hostage negotiations as the protagonist learns of the Amazoness’s political machinations. The Queen reveals her plan to adopt her child Nikaure Saba while her Commander prepares her daughter for mating with the protagonist. The hostage’s status rapidly deteRierates from honored guest to sexual pawn.
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Trivia:
The protagonist suffers headaches specifically when encountering objects from his past life in this world, establishing a neurological link between realities.
The Fourth Sage’s Letter was the previous instance where the protagonist encountered kanji in this world, making this the second such occurrence.
Kenze and the Old Master’s village master previously accompanied the protagonist to an audience with Frontier Count Pugachev and possess combat abilities orders of magnitude beyond Bebel and Sabby.
The Amazoness tribe cannot manipulate mana, rendering them unable to use the confiscated coilguns even if they chose not to return them.
The protagonist had three identical treasure swords back on the Izumo, making the gifted sword less valuable than it appears.
The Eastern Roman Empire (Daqin) was destroyed by Turku, establishing the historical context for the tea trade route mentioned.
The vice-captain’s dragon tattoo is positioned anatomically to suggest a lewd joke about reaching for her crotch.
Sabby uses polite speech with the protagonist while Bebel uses casual, familiar address, indicating differing social dynamics.
The commander and vice-captain’s height rivals that of Katarina, establishing Katarina as physically imposing.
The protagonist’s past-life memory of holding a Japanese sword was of a military blade, not an artistic one, making this encounter qualitatively different.
Pamela’s telepathic communication suggests a long-standing relationship with the protagonist.
The Fourth Sage is a fellow Japanese reincarnator, establishing a pattern of reincarnation.
Amazoness reproduction requires assistance due to their single reproductive opening with internal chambers.
The mating period (boy-girl phase) lasts only about ten years total.
Ten years old is considered the deadline for finding a partner in Amazoness society.
Human-Amazoness offspring are born regardless of mating frequency and have lower mortality rates.
The Queen’s threat is delivered with a smile while her eyes remain cold.
The Izumo is trapped in shallow harbor designed for dhows, preventing escape.
Rosa was sent to the Dwarf Kingdom of Kush to build black ships.
The Southern Continent has export restrictions on magical tools.
The Red Sea’s sea serpent was actually a basilosaurus whale.
Great Qin is paralleled with the Song Dynasty’s historical downfall.
The Boltechino destroyed the Wanyan Kingdom before conquering Great Qin.
Amazoness once dominated Lemurian Sea trade until junk ships appeared.
The protagonist was demoted after a naval battle involving a seed ship.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Bebel – Sergeant Major Hagen is a confident, high-mana artillery NCO aboard the Izumo in the protagonist’s division. A Larland War veteran with white teeth and a blunt, teasing demeanor, she uses aggressive, dark humor to motivate her squad. Once rescued by the protagonist, she knows his past, frequently provokes him with mischievous comments, but acts protectively to save him from danger.
• Sabby – The protagonist’s subordinates include a tall, lanky, curly-haired artillery Corporal with high mana, who is crude, rebellious, and motivated by incentives. The other is a polite, anxious Amazoness who uses formal language but acts like a restless country bumpkin. She questions the protagonist’s identity, struggles under pressure, and reports his condition to Pamela.
• Katarina – As an Izumo flight squad leader and Chief Researcher, this voluptuous 30-year-old is a volatile, telepathic Mage with mission authority. While maintaining formal decorum and drone operations, she is a playful, sexually confident partner to the protagonist. Complex and intense, she pressures subordinates, harbors a possessive desire to mercy-kill Larry, and advocates for Gida’s promotion to captain.
• Commander Gaia – The commander of the Amazoness tribe forces. She is tall, powerfully built with dense muscle definition, and bears a dragon tattoo of an ascending dragon on her back. She speaks with clipped, procedural authority and gives her word as a binding promise.
• Commander – A high-ranking Amazoness military officer who initially appeared as a man to lead the mercenary press-gang. Commanding and formal, she serves as a liaison between the Queen and visitors, overseeing the male-bride ritual and escorting Larry and Pamela. Deeply involved in societal rites and comfortable with Amazoness norms, she is an authoritative overseer and the mother of several children, including Riora.
• Frontier Count Pugachev – A count from the Schweilitz frontier who previously received the protagonist, Kenze, and the Old Master’s village master in audience. The meeting established a pattern for three-person delegations.
• 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 is a powerful, politically cunning figure who manages the fortress city of Tsaritsyn with unrefined authority and an oversized crown. Fiercely loyal to the Emperor, he commands a massive military force. He is Igor’s father and grandfather to Ellie’s child, prioritizing imperial protection over independence while masking deep deceitfulness.
• Master – An old master who serves as a mentor to the protagonist. He maintains a calm and pragmatic demeanor.
• Kenze – A muscular, brown-skinned Amazoness and former Takshurgan operative, she is a lethal, observant guardian who uses artificial speech. Now raising “Children” following recent oviposition, she speaks in hesitant phrases and worries about returning to the sea. Bearing a dragon tattoo, she shares a bond of deep, unspoken mutual care with the protagonist while serving as an interpreter and protector.
• Izumo – The iron-hulled ship serving as the primary vessel for the protagonist and his crew.
• His Majesty – The King of the realm possesses an expressionless, Noh mask-like face, rarely showing emotion except for brief amusement during trials. He holds absolute authority over the kingdom, presiding over high-level deliberations, giving the final word on legal transitions like duels, and maintaining supreme command over all military missions and strategic troop deployments.
• Sámi – A reincarnator from Japan, now a political figure caught between nations. He suffers from headaches and maintains a sardonic, self-deprecating internal voice even in dangerous situations.
• Larry – A dark-haired, weary 16-year-old former reincarnation and cynical Second Lieutenant, he serves as the Izumo’s pragmatic chief engineer and acting captain. A Mana user who founded the Fee Grand Principality, he masters drones and steam engineering amidst past-life trauma. Suspicious of his superiors, he navigates complex politics, mediates crew drama, and fights to protect his student, Rosa.
• Kakuka – Ruler of the Amazoness who seized upon the protagonist’s proposal to use Dwarven technology. Authoritative and decisive. The authoritative ruler of the Amazoness kingdom. She maintains a dignified and pragmatic demeanor during negotiations, evaluating strategic opportunities while balancing her kingdom’s interests. Has short black hair, and tan skin.
• Saba – A surname belonging to Nikaure.
• Fee – Larry Fee Getys is a 15-year-old reincarnated youth and titular Duke. Pragmatic and telepathic, this sharp-eyed young man leads the Getys household and rules Strock Village alongside Hans, Iffens, Teressa, and their maid Nico. While building a new nation, he enjoys prime whale meat and maintains crucial connections to Adolf and various underground networks.
• Kai – An ash-covered, 20-year-old Dwarf Mage with translucent white hands and unstable mana, this peerless, strong combat mentor works as an Izumo engine crew member. Known for teasing protagonist Rhein and fueling a romantic betting pool, she is a capable, knowledgeable leader recommended for the Engine Department. Now a Bridge Leader accompanying Roland, she balances a mysterious past with technical skill.
• 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. Having returned to his home country, he now serves as a body double for the protagonist—his other cousin, Grand Duke Earnest—and has taken custody of certain women previously under Thomas’s care.
• 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.
• Soi – An old professor from Ajire seminary, the first to raise a question. Looks like wizardly.
• Al – Alberto (Al), a massive red‑haired man recently wed to Mary, lives near the Dish Basin. He’s a companion of Hans, helping intimidate and rally elders as a villager and leader.
• Ed – A lanky refugee youth in simple farmer’s garb, Larry’s close friend and fierce protector is now a Military Academy student making claims about the Poll Tax and mortality. Formerly an associate of Captain Bours, he witnessed the Mauer Village skirmish, fled to Strock Village, and joined the militia to train spear-walls and ambush mercenaries, remembered for his quiet resolve to survive.
• Ho – Ho is the family name of Oliver, a 17-year-old deck crew member and comrade of the protagonist. As a member of the military unit that defended Garao Village, the young man was ultimately murdered during a night watch, slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Ti – A component of the name of the Port Administrator.
• King Philip the Fourth – The King of Schweilitz. The protagonist serves as his representative during the audience with Queen Sámi. The treasure sword is presented as a gift from Philip IV to the Fee Grand Principality.
• Schweilitz – This kingdom, featuring towering academy spires and a full military arsenal of Royal Army troops, forces the protagonist to return. Ruled by a king involved in a hostage exchange, this political power holds a captive feared for execution. It also ordered the confirmation of Princess Rosa’s corpse, driving a scheme that the Queen has caught onto.
• 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.
• Fourth – An enigmatic and cunning figure also known as the Fourth Sage. This mysterious entity actively seeks advice from Larry while simultaneously insisting on Larry’s crucial participation in the upcoming New Continent mission.
• Fourth Sage – The Fourth Sage of Schweilitz is a cool-headed, elderly high-ranking official and enigmatic advisor who oversees the protagonist’s life, issues lethal bureaucratic orders, and controls Larry’s housing. They believe diplomacy relies on military might. Aloof yet manipulative, they are actually a reincarnator from Japan who preceded the protagonist, referenced by writing from their past life.
• Sage – An elderly instructor and mentor who acts as a schemer behind the scenes. He is responsible for recommending Larry for various academic and safety-related positions.
• Charle – A mercenary and faction captain from Great Qin, referenced in passing. Associated with a group of remnants, their flagship and crew were involved in the conflict, during which their ship was targeted.
• Roman – The Roman family name, carried by Louise. The lineage oversees a barony characterized by thin soil and a history of glacial weight, primarily sustained through sheep farming and recently established salt and sugar industries.
• Captain – The middle-aged commanding officer of the Izumo is outwardly calm, experienced, and traditional, masking a ruthless, pragmatic leader who prioritizes vessel survival over subordinates and civilians. While rarely reprimanding his men, he will execute deserters. Bebel reports directly to him, holding orders to return to Kure should the protagonist fail to return from their mission.
• Pamela – A diminutive, archaic-speaking Elf Mage who leads the Engine Department. Despite her drowsy, unmotivated demeanor and rustic speech, this telepathic confidant is a warm, pragmatic mentor to the protagonist. Whether managing her team, joining expeditions, or teasingly observing her companion, she balances motherly support with an intimate, blunt authority in all her personal and professional relations.
• Pam – An escort to the protagonist who is observant and loyal.
• Ade-Saba – An Amazoness princess, royal negotiator sent to Suez, and key player in regional kidnapping politics. She is Nikaure Saba’s older sister and mother to a male-bride in the First Rite. Signaling her authority by dismissing her attendants, she appears in elegant silk garments, later removing her blue jewel and letting her hair down for the ceremony.
• Ade – The leader of the Amazoness and the older sister of Princess Nikaure. She is skeptical of the representatives sent by the Kingdom of Schweilitz, possesses a commanding presence, and reacts with visible agitation to threats against her capital.
• Zaboo – Kenze’s missing seven-year-old daughter was delivered from a jar during the Haritz Rebellion and named after his homeland’s strongest figure. Before vanishing, she constantly accompanied Kenze and was cared for at a Capital fabric shop by his former superior officer and a companion, who shared a close bond with her.
• Boltechino – An entity that departed from Rus, this explorer traveled to discover a continent that became the birthplace of shipping trade.
• Ferele – A person from Great Qin, referenced in passing.
• Rosa – A genius dwarf-human hybrid engineer and former student of Larry, this Naval Academy professor designed the Izumo and fought in the Fifty-Third Defense Battle. Kidnapped from Suez by Amazonesses to build black ships, her technical expertise is a major geopolitical threat. Now sought by Larry and the Major, her safe return is the primary motivation driving current negotiations and regional tension.
• Nikaure Saba – The Queen’s child, whom she wishes to adopt. The Queen’s daughter, held as a political pawn. The protagonist offers to advocate for her release in exchange for technology agreements.
• Nikaure – A beautiful Amazoness princess and tribe ambassador, she is the sister of Ade-Saba, distinguished by her compact, muscular build, dark skin, and a royal blue forehead gemstone. Once a navigator seeking a Black Ship, she is currently held prisoner in Schweilitz, where she was mentioned as a potential hostage for an exchange involving the Captain. Her current whereabouts remain unknown to negotiators.
• Nika – A fourteen-year-old personal maid to Teressa. Freckled, has wavy bronze hair, flat chest, and prone to mocking Larry. Lady’s maid and cousin to Terese. Educated free person with a prickly personality. Terese’s lady’s maid and cousin. Known for being sharp-tongued toward Larry.
• Queen Sámi – The ruler of the Fee Grand Principality, bearing the title Sámi the First. She has glossy black hair cut in a bob, dark thick eyebrows, large striking eyes, and features that blend Japanese and Southeast Asian characteristics. She speaks with ceremonial dignity and uses the royal “we.”
• Riera – A blonde femboy who participates in the ritual alongside Kyoyou. She has little dialogue but is described as expressionless until the act affects her. She is direct and physically assertive. A thirteen- or fourteen-year-old male-bride, the Commander’s daughter and one of the two participants in the First Rite. Features striking blonde hair and light brown eyes. Wears a pure white sundress. His name is spoken by the Queen when mentioning her granddaughter, and he is referred to as a “male-bride” throughout the text.
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