Volume 4 Chapter 50 The Rite*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The Izumo had, at some point, drifted into a tight group of several dozen small and medium dhows. Even with dynamite firepower, the enemy had skillfully used their fewer numbers. At this closeness, even full Craft Engine output wouldn’t give them any room to move.
”The harbor’s depth is shallow—made for dhows,” the Queen observed. “Even if you sink the surrounding ships, your deep-draft vessel would run aground on the wreckage. You wouldn’t be able to leave the bay. You understand.”
The Izumo, with its iron hull and hard-to-damage sides, had one big flaw compared to wooden ships: weight. Deep draft. In this shallow harbor, even if they used their fixed-wing drones to sink the blocking ships, the wrecks themselves would block the way. If they’d planned that far ahead, I was already trapped.
I looked at the Queen’s eyes—they weren’t smiling—then back at the sandbar headland and the cobalt-blue sea.
Such a pretty view. And yet… this country really needed to work on its public standards. Trash washed up on the sandbar traced the high-tide line across what should have been clean white sand. A shame.
”Riera·Saba.”
”Huh?”
”My granddaughter’s name.”
”Ah.”
Oh dear. Now her eyes were smiling—but just her eyes. Come to think of it, she’d also told me to make that same granddaughter pregnant.
Grandma arranging s*x partners for her grandkids. This society is seriously wrong.
”Your Majesty, I have a proposal.”
”Oh? Are you offering to lay eggs in me?”
Well… she looked forty-something. Not small like Kenze’s little body, but tall, with nice curves. In my past life, she’d have been within my age range. Amazonesses could lay eggs in response to semen—the Queen herself shouldn’t be an exception. Was she joking? Or serious? Either way, that wasn’t my proposal.
”The technology you wanted—enough to call off the exchange of Princess Rosa—was self-propelled ships, correct?”
”If possible, I’d also like the firearms that can take down a large junk ship in one shot.”
She meant the dynamite.
”Self-propelled ships are feasible with Dwarven tech, even without mana. But dynamite… we can’t produce it here.”
I answered honestly.
”Dynamite, you call it. That firearm. But why can’t you make it here?”
”It’s highly unstable—frequent explosions during production make it impossible for humans. It requires golems. Production needs low temperatures to stop detonation, but this region has no ice and is far too hot.”
I left out the material limits.
”Hmph. Then why, in this heat, doesn’t your ship explode?”
”Because we add a stabilizing compound after it’s made.”
Judging by the Queen’s expression as she listened, she believed me—at least partly.
”Just the ships, then.”
The words slipped out quietly. Was she weighing her daughter’s life against new technology?
”Once I return to my country, I’ll urge His Majesty Philip IV to release Princess Nikaure Saba.”
In my mind, I was already designing a steam turbine driving a propeller. Without rubber, seals were impossible—but grease could stop seawater from leaking through the propeller shaft. If needed, tilting the engine itself might fix the problem.
Rosa was sharp—she might have already figured it out. But between building the Craft Engine and everything else, she’d never had time to test a propeller.
”And what will you do with Rosa? Kill her?”
”Of course not. She’s a dear student of mine.”
The Queen had apparently caught on to Schweilitz’s plan. But for my part—short as it was, she’d been a student in my classroom at the Magic Academy, and we’d fought together in the Fifty-Third Defense Battle. Besides, I’d only been ordered to confirm her body, not to kill her.
”With that in mind, I have another proposal.”
On the balcony, as the wind picked up and white clouds began drifting in from the south, I held a talk with the Amazoness Queen—in words too quiet to speak loudly.
”As expected of the clever brat who built a nation.”
The Queen smiled dangerously, clearly pleased. I took it as her agreement to my proposal.
”Oh, it’s nothing—just for the good of both nations.”
It felt like a corrupt official and his back-alley trader making a deal.
”I find myself wanting your blood in my family line more than ever. Commander Gaia—I’ll be counting on you.”
”I’m at your service.”
No, no, no—please spare me the whole ‘becoming a man’s bride’ thing.
After the Queen left, I was walked on foot—Pamela at my side—to the Commander’s house. The soil was reddish-brown, dry enough that every step kicked up dust.
Every house was made of sun-dried brick. The Commander’s was no different—surrounded by a wall. Inside, the courtyard was small, but there were far more people than I’d expected. And the Commander’s partner? Vice-Captain Rossi, who had a dragon tattoo whose open mouth was pointed right at her crotch.
”This is my third child. That one’s my fifth. Sitting over there is Gaia’s mother. And on her back is Gaia’s newest.”
Vice-Captain Rossi introduced them.
’They’re all such cute children,’ Pamela thought.
Maybe, but the children in torn sundresses—every single one of them had that between their legs.
Still, the whole extended family must have lived here. It was busy—so busy. Kids running around, helping with work.
”Where are Lady Riera and Kyoyou?”
”Out back. Cleaning their bodies.”
Wait—were they getting ready to do it? In this loud house, in front of all these children? That couldn’t be good for their learning.
A child—barely school age—held the Commander’s hand, looking up and asking something. The Commander answered.
”…Riera…”
The children were talking, but I couldn’t follow the meaning. Except “Riera”—that I heard clearly.
”What are they talking about?” I asked the Commander in Schweilitz.
”Oh, I told them that tonight is Lady Riera and Kyoyou’s first time, and that the King has given us extra meat, so they can eat as much as they want.”
First time—did that mean those two were virgins? Or… since they were male-brides, what was the term? DT?
Another child asked something. The Commander answered, and the child hid behind her—only to peek out, stare at me, and whisper to their mother again.
”What now?”
”She asked—after hearing about His Majesty—if she could have her first time tonight too.”
The Commander patted the child’s head.
Whoa, whoa, whoa—doing it with a school child? Even in this world, that’s a crime.
’They’re quite… open,’ Pamela thought.
Too open.
’Are you going to be able to get it up? I have my doubts.’
’Don’t say stupid things, you walking sponge of a man.’
Why couldn’t this elf mage understand a man’s delicate feelings?
’Is it going to rain?’ Pamela looked up.
The warm southern breeze had grown, and the scattered white clouds had increased and darkened.
Just as the Queen had predicted.
Following the Commander, we entered the largest house on the grounds. Right inside was a large room. At the far end hung a dragon tapestry. The earth floor was carpeted, though apparently, under it lay a slatted wooden platform like the ones in bathhouses. And in front of the tapestry, at the back of the room? A bed. With a table before it.
’Are we really doing it on that bed?’ I thought.
’The chance is high,’ Pamela replied.
As we exchanged thoughts, I was told to sit on the bed.
”You—over here.”
Pamela was told to sit on the carpet.
Once I sat down, I could see, through the entrance straight ahead, the gate across the courtyard—and a crowd gathering.
”The First Rite is rare even in the Royal Capital of Ram,” Vice-Captain Rossi said. “People have gathered to watch.”
Rare?
”By ‘First Rite,’ you mean… those Commander’s daughters—their first time having s*x?”
”Good heavens, no. Those two do it every other day. What’s rare is cross-species mating for the first time. Usually, it’s done while traveling. Family-approved public rituals are uncommon. And without a certain social standing, you wouldn’t make it public.”
There was no need to make it public in the first place.
”The partner is royalty, so we can’t be so casual.”
So this was their version of a wedding ceremony—twisted as it was.
The gate grew noisy.
”My younger sister has arrived,” the Commander said, going to greet her.
”Please stay seated here,” Vice-Captain Rossi said.
I was about to stand, but she stopped me. Staying put, the Commander’s mother—still carrying her grandchild on her back—brought me coffee.
”Thank you.”
I was thirsty, and the idle wait was awkward.
Then more guests arrived.
I gradually understood the seating order. I sat in the place of honor—the bed at the back. To my left, the Commander. To my right, Vice-Captain Rossi. Their relatives lined up before them. In front of me, across the table, dishes brought by the family were set out.
Before the Commander sat her elder sister (one year older), her younger sister (two years younger), and her other younger sister (three years younger)—the latter being Black. Before Vice-Captain Rossi sat her three younger sisters—ages three, four, and five years younger—cross-legged on the carpet.
Pamela, for the record, sat at the end of the Commander’s family line.
Just as the group seemed to settle, a fancy figure entered with attendants.
”Ade-Saba.”
Before I could speak, the Commander, Vice-Captain, and guests stood to greet her. Right—one of the male-brides I was supposed to “perform” with tonight was her child.
”It’s been a while.”
Princess Ade-Saba, dressed in a fine silk gown, took the seat to my right—where Vice-Captain Rossi had been. Her attendants left through the gate. Are you serious? No guards for a princess?
Now I noticed: the princess’s blue jewel was missing from her forehead. So was everyone else’s. The Commander and Vice-Captain had also removed their red pendants. Not only were no ornaments worn, but everyone’s hair was down.
”Shall we start the feast, then?”
With Princess Ade’s arrival, Vice-Captain Rossi—now seated at the head of the right-hand guests—called the meeting to order.
And then, at the front of the table before me, two male-brides knelt side by side.
”The stars of today’s ceremony—Kyoyou·Datsu and Riera·Saba, who will perform the Rite tonight.”
After the introduction, the two stood and bowed.
At a glance, both were thirteen or fourteen. As boys, their chests were flat—that was normal—but their bodies were slim and delicate.
They wore pure white sundresses. Kyoyou was slightly taller, with black hair and black eyes. Riera had striking blonde hair and light brown eyes.
Their skin—both of them—was clear white.
He was more a boy-girl than a boy. Oh no, I’m really in trouble now.
Then the drinking began. The two main guests kept pouring me some kind of medicinal drink I didn’t know. Meanwhile, the dishes laid out between the two rows of guests were being served onto plates and brought to the front tables. At the same time, the house’s “Children” started helping the guests—serving food, refilling drinks. There were no spoons, forks, or chopsticks. The guests picked up food with their fingers, and the visitors ate with their hands too. When I reached for a tasty-looking lamb T-bone, the Commander stopped me.
”Huh? I’m not allowed to eat?” I asked.
”Not at all, sir,” she replied, her tone clipped and formal. “It is our duty to bring the food to your mouth.”
Our duty? Apparently, this meant the Commander and the Ade-princess. What’s more, they’d tear off chunks of the larger meat with their teeth, then pinch the pieces and bring them to my lips. Is it really okay to have a princess do this?
On top of that, the princess would lick the grease off her own fingers before grabbing the next piece. There was none of that sharp tension from Suez—instead, she smelled like a woman.
In any case, in this strange atmosphere, all I had to do was chew, swallow, and bring my cup to my lips. But this alcohol… it was definitely some kind of stimulant. My back grew hot with every sip, and I felt stirred up. The guests on either side, drinking the same thing, were clearly getting into it too. Was it mixed with an aphrodisiac?
When we’d eaten enough, the Commander’s mothers came in, moved the dishes to fresh plates, and gave them to the onlookers outside. By then, the guests who had only been talking before began singing songs, and the two main figures of the night danced to the music. It was becoming a normal banquet. Then the wind picked up, the onlookers left, the windows were shut tight, and heavy rain began to hit against the wooden doors.
”A storm is coming tonight,” the Queen said, her voice calm and analytical. “The dawn high tide will bring the sea higher than usual.”
The Queen’s words. This storm—probably a strong tropical depression. In other words, a typhoon. Cyclone, given the location. The Queen was telling us to spread the ships around the Izumo and sail out before the storm surge at dawn. In exchange, we’d leave behind a hostage, not me—someone else, to be handled on their end. I had to keep my focus in this drinking party and leave this house by dawn, get back to the Izumo, and set sail.
”Things are getting lively,” one of the attendants said, her voice respectful. “Shall we begin the ceremony?”
The doors were shut, leaving only candlelight. It had mood, sure. But… the attendants aside, weren’t the guests leaving? Instead, they started moving the food to the walls, clearing the tables. The carpet, bare of food. Candlesticks were placed around an empty space in the center of the guests, ringed by light—all other candles were put out. Into that ring stepped Kyoyou and Riera, who bowed toward me.
Huh? What?
They looked up, still kneeling, and began undressing.
In front of everyone? Isn’t this a bit too far for me?
But it didn’t stop there. Both the guests next to me started stripping too, and so did the Children helping them. “Now, Your Majesty…” The Commander and Ade-princess began removing my clothes. They’d kept their distance until now, but now they leaned in close. The princess guided my hand to her breast, while the Commander demanded a kiss. The strong scent of two women clouded my thinking.
But at dawn…
Then something happened that nearly broke my will. The two fully naked boy-girls rose in the flickering candlelight and began kissing each other, french-kissing, while touching each other. If their faces had been pimply kids, it would’ve been one thing. But they were pretty boy-girls—or rather, if you only looked at their faces, they were cute girls in a girl-on-girl scene. I never had that kind of hobby, but I was strangely excited.
”Well now, how impressive,” the Commander said, her tone with a hint of amusement.
Commander, calling it “impressive” just gives me false confidence. I leaned in to kiss her, but she caught my chin—and the Ade-princess stole the kiss.
”Ah,” she murmured, a soft sound of surprise.
At that moment, one of the guests cried out.
”<Too early…>” she said, her voice muffled.
That’s what I think she said. A few small laughs came from two or three corners. After the kiss with the princess, I looked at the pair up front: the black-haired one was sitting, taking the blonde’s p**is in his mouth. For a moment, seeing two males, I nearly went soft—but the Commander’s lips pressed against mine, the princess’s hand found my groin, and I was ready again.
When the french-kiss with the Commander ended, the black-haired boy went on all fours and took the blonde’s p**is in his rear. Annoyingly, I could see the black-haired one’s erect p**is moving.
”If we do it that way first,” the Commander explained, her voice calm and clear, “it opens up the v**inal entrance inside the rectum, so even an inexperienced His Majesty can enter smoothly.”
Ah, I see. But still, it ruined the mood. The guests were getting wild too—many of them probably aunt-and-nephew pairs, but desire didn’t seem to care. I wasn’t that far yet.
”Come on, snap out of it!” the princess said, her tone a mix of frustration and playful demand.
The princess, still holding my half-soft p**is, got a little annoyed and sat down in front of me. What, I get to have a royal do this? Before I could think, she took me firmly into her mouth.
Holding the Ade-princess’s head in both hands, I looked ahead: the black-haired boy was getting taken by the blonde and moaning. Oh no—I’m not a resident of that world.
Then the blonde pulled away, and the two stood up, picked up candlesticks, and came toward me.
”Kyoyou, fulfill your duty properly,” the attendant mother said, her voice with the weight of authority.
”Yes, Mother,” Kyoyou replied, his voice soft and obedient.
The black-haired one answered, then sat where the princess had been. The Children raised in the palace used proper language here.
”Please take good care of me,” Kyoyou said, his tone shy and formal.
The boy-girl looked up at me. Cute. Hesitantly, his hand reached for my member.
”Big,” he whispered, his voice barely heard.
I heard it—a soft whisper. He looked to his mother, the Commander, for help. Then, determined, he opened his mouth wide and took me in. His training must have been thorough—his teeth never touched me. He rubbed my shaft with his fingers while stimulating the head with his lips and tongue. Despite myself, I felt aroused.
”Shall we begin?” the attendant mother asked, her voice with a note of ceremonial finality.
The attendant mother said, tapping the black-haired one’s shoulder. He let go of me, coughed twice, then climbed onto the table, bowing with his rear facing me.
”Your Majesty, please stand,” Kyoyou said, his voice shaking slightly.
The entrance the blonde had prepared hadn’t fully closed yet. A shiver ran down my spine.
”Kyoyou, lift your rear a little higher,” the Commander said, her tone precise and commanding.
It seemed I’d be standing for this. Fine—it’d be easier to move that way.
”At first, grab his hips and cover him, then enter,” the Commander directed.
I followed her instructions, gripping his slim hips and leaning over. The Commander reached from the side, pointing the tip toward the opening, guiding me inside.
I had thought it would be like Kenze—but it was different. Wider, with a looser feel. Though the entrance’s grip was strong. As I moved my hips a few times, the blonde who’d been watching closely stepped in front of the black-haired one.
No way.
Yes—she pinched the black-haired one’s nose, forced his mouth open, and shoved her p**is inside. A skewering. She thrust into his throat in time with my movements. The blonde’s usually blank face showed signs of strain—her mouth half-open, her brow creased. Seeing that pushed me over the edge, and I came inside without thinking. Well, at least it was inside.
As I finished, enjoying the afterglow, the black-haired one pulled away and took my limp member in his mouth.
”Now it’s my turn,” the Ade-princess said, her tone with an aristocratic sound.
The princess clung to me. The blonde, too, was still joined atop the table—but in a standard missionary position. Since she hadn’t been prepared, positioning took a few tries, but on the third attempt, I succeeded. In the end, she hung her head off the table, stretched her jaw, and took the black-haired one’s member deep into her throat—another skewering. The black-haired one was surprisingly relentless, pressing into the depths of her throat until she could barely breathe; I could see his airway bulge from the outside, and he didn’t stop until her face was red. By the time I finished, the blonde had already climaxed.
For now, what needed to be done was done. Whether she’d been watching or not, the Commander’s mother brought tea.
In the candlelight, about half the guests had already finished and fallen asleep. The rest were still going strong—and among them was Pamela. Wait, was she a boy-lover?
Now, after a rest, I had to return to the Izumo.
The rain hit the wooden doors, fierce. The wind leaked through the cracks, shaking the candle flames.
”Heyyy…” the Ade-princess cooed, wrapping her arms around me from behind.
”One more time should be fine, right?” she asked, her tone pleading.
”Just the insertion, then…” I replied, my voice tired.
”Come on, I want to too!” she whined. “Everyone else is satisfied!”
She was throwing a fit, and the Commander was looking at me with hungry eyes too. I had to cross the pier—hit by wind and tidal waves—in the middle of a typhoon to get back to the Izumo. I needed to save my energy.
”Fine, then,” I sighed. “Just the insertion.”
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Summary:
The protagonist negotiates with the Amazoness Queen for self-propelled ship technology while deflecting her breeding proposals. He is escorted to the Commander’s residence where a public First Rite ceremony is about to take place between two male-brides. The gathering reveals the society’s normalized attitude toward child marriage and interspecies mating.
The protagonist attends a ceremonial feast where he is served by the Commander and Ade-princess, leading into a ritual that involves explicit sexual acts with two femboys, Kyoyou and Riera. Despite his internal resistance and the looming threat of a typhoon, he participates under the orchestration of the household’s matriarchal figures. As dawn approaches, he must escape to the Izumo, but the Ade-princess demands one final encounter, forcing him to conserve energy for the perilous journey ahead.
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Trivia:
The Izumo’s deep draft makes it vulnerable in shallow harbors—this is why the Queen’s fleet of dhows can trap it.
The Queen’s eyes are a consistent emotional tell; when they don’t smile, she’s threatening, and when only her eyes smile, she’s amused or scheming.
Dynamite production requires golems and low temperatures—both unavailable in this region.
The protagonist is already mentally designing a steam turbine propeller system using grease seals due to lack of rubber.
Rosa fought alongside the protagonist in the Fifty-Third Defense Battle and was his student at the Magic Academy.
The Commander’s household includes multiple male-bride children, all of whom wear tattered sundresses and have male anatomy.
The First Rite is specifically about interspecies mating, not sexual debut—the two male-brides already mate every other day.
The ceremony involves removing all jewels and letting hair down, signaling ritual preparation.
Princess Ade-Saba’s attendants are dismissed upon arrival, indicating her authority and the private nature of the event.
The protagonist’s internal monologue consistently uses dry humor to distance himself from the uncomfortable social norms he observes.
The protagonist is referred to as “His Majesty” by the Commander, indicating he holds royal status, likely in exile.
The Queen orders the protagonist to scatter the ships and leave at dawn using the typhoon as cover, suggesting a political alliance or debt.
Kyoyou and Riera are referred to as “Children” and perform ceremonial roles, with Kyoyou addressing the attendant mother as “Mother.”
The ritual involves a “skewering” position where Riera penetrates Kyoyou’s throat in time with the protagonist’s movements.
Pamela is a guest who continues participating in the ritual, leading the protagonist to speculate she might be a boy-lover.
The Izumo is the protagonist’s ship, which he must reach via a pier lashed by wind and tidal waves during the typhoon.
The protagonist previously experienced tension with the Ade-princess at Suez, but now she smells like a woman, suggesting a change in dynamics.
The alcohol served during the feast is described as a stimulant, possibly spiked with an aphrodisiac, as it heats the protagonist’s back and stirs excitement.
Notes:
• Izumo – The iron-hulled ship serving as the primary vessel for the protagonist and his crew.
• 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.
• Saba – A surname belonging to Nikaure.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• Philip IV – The monarch whose authority the protagonist invokes to secure Princess Nikaure Saba’s release. Referred to as “His Majesty.”
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• Vice-Captain Rossi – The Commander’s partner. Sports a dragon tattoo with its open mouth aimed at her crotch. Helps manage the ceremony and introduces the protagonist to the Commander’s extended family. Practical and no-nonsense in demeanor. The Vice-Captain of the Royal Capital Defense Forces. She wears revealing armor that shows her nipples and initially mocks the protagonist. She reluctantly follows her commander’s lead in kneeling. No physical description provided in source.
• 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.
• Kyoyou – A black-haired femboy who serves as a ceremonial participant. He is obedient, shy, and appears young. His speech is soft, deferential, and tinged with childlike hesitation. A thirteen- or fourteen-year-old male-bride, one of the two participants in the First Rite. Slightly taller than Riora, with black hair and black eyes. Wears a pure white sundress. His name, along with Riora’s, is announced as the stars of the ceremony.
• 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.
• 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.
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