Volume 4 Chapter 52 Olive Oil
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The Amazoness wanted to destroy Daqin, which had sailed into the Lemurian Sea—waters they’d long dominated—with an enormous junk fleet. To that end, they kidnapped Rosa—my former student who’d become a professor at the Naval Academy—and tried to force her to build black ships for them.
But the Southern Continent lacked the monsters needed to make the Alternators and Craft Engines that formed the heart of those black ships. Worse, during Rosa’s kidnapping, they’d clashed with the Empire of Charle, forced the Turku intelligence front—a fabric shop—to shut down, and destroyed Turku’s reputation after they’d mediated aid in Suez.
In other words, they’d antagonized the very friendly nations they needed to import magic tool materials from.
They were cornered.1
That’s when I suggested that Dwarven technology could build self-propelled ships without magic tools.
A godsend.2 The Amazoness Queen jumped at my proposal.
I was released from captivity—though I had to force my body double into becoming Captain and Chief Engineer against his will—and given the internal situation among the Amazoness, we staged an escape from Royal Capital Ram. Our destination: Tete, the Dwarf Kingdom’s capital.
Several days later.
I woke up, climbed down from my hammock, and opened the window. Morning sun streamed across the sea, glittering, blindingly bright.
”Man, I overslept.”
We’d sailed south across the equator, and this was tropical ocean. The heat was no joke. Add the radiant heat from sun-scorched steel plates, and it felt like my insides were cooking.
I pulled my sailor suit over my undershirt, which was damp with sleep sweat. Out at sea, no matter how much you sweat, you can’t change your undershirt every day. Stench or itch—no changing clothes.
I headed to the dining hall, got in line for morning bread and soup, and sat at the officers’ table.
”Good morning, Acting Captain.”
My former subordinates—Department Head Tatyana and Squad Leader Katarina—greeted me properly. The deck crew and bridge team leaders, who’d become my direct subordinates despite being older, also offered their greetings. But Department Heads Maria and Gida pretended not to notice.
Honestly, Maria was the one who’d made me Acting Captain in the first place. If she’d just kept her mouth shut, none of this would’ve happened. Ridiculously irresponsible.
And as for Gida—she’d stepped down despite being old enough and experienced enough to be Captain. The least she could do was say hello.
But I, the rookie Acting Captain, kept these thoughts to myself and dipped my hard black bread into the soup.
”Speaking of which… what kind of construction do those junk ships use?”
It was Fredys, the deck crew foreman, who asked. She’d sailed on the big new schooners that were becoming popular in the Inland Sea, so she had plenty of ship knowledge—but she didn’t know much about ships from the other side of the continent. To be honest, my only image came from textbook illustrations from my past life: those puny ships getting pummeled in the Opium Wars.
But the super-large junk ships had surprising speed—enough to outrun Amazoness dhows in the Hafun naval battle.
”I heard from a non-sailor Amazoness commander that it’s the folding sails,” I said. “One sail per mast. And since you can adjust the angle, even crosswinds give you considerable speed.”
”Plus, those ships don’t have keels, do they?” Fredys asked.
She already knew about the sails. Normally, not just large sailing ships but most ships in the Inland Sea, Western Ocean, and Norden Sea have keels to reduce wave impact. The downside is deeper draft and slower speed.
”Ah—well, dhows don’t have keels either.”
When I passed on another tidbit from the commander, the deck crew foreman clutched her head in confusion.
A few days out from the Amazoness Royal Capital Ram, the coastline on our right suddenly became far more complex. Gone was the nearly straight, shallow sandy beach. Now there were hills, proper islands, peninsulas, and even large coves—but we saw no port towns, not even coastal villages.
Close to shore, the crystal-clear water revealed coral reefs and seaweed beds, with countless fish shadows. Even during daytime, baitfish would sometimes swarm. Farther out, large flocks of seabirds often formed mountains above the water.
”Acting Captain, let’s do it!” Pole called out.
I enjoyed some fishing at Pole’s invitation—until Foreman Fredys gave me a mild scolding about taking it more seriously.
But that was impossible. Fishing when you’re actually catching things is fun.
I put bread on a small hook and dropped it in. Small fish that looked like mackerel were hiding in the ship’s shadow and bit right away—no need to even set the hook. I cut those up for bait, and then bonito, dolphinfish, and Spanish mackerel started biting like crazy. There were even enormous ones—some attacked the fish we’d caught, and sometimes they’d make off with our precious fishing line and hooks. I even saw a shadow over three meters long pass beneath the ship.
How could my blood not get pumping?3
By Acting Captain’s order, I gathered the men off-duty, armed them with harpoons and bows, lined them up along the railing, and—while keeping a meter-class dolphinfish hooked and swimming alongside us—we moved in.
”Wait for my signal, then strike!” Pole commanded.
Pole took charge. A brilliantly yellow-green dolphinfish swam parallel to the ship. Then a massive black shadow crossed right beneath it.
”That’s huge,” Pole muttered, his eyes sparkling.
”Alright—arrows will just snap. We’re doing this with harpoons only.”
Including Pole, three of us readied harpoons. Everyone stared at the water.
”Now!”
At the signal, all three hurled their harpoons in succession. With a thwack, the black irons pierced the water, descending to claim the giant fish.
Hit!
Beneath the surface, a long white form thrashed wildly—then went still. It was a marlin over four meters long. Absolutely massive. It took eight of us to haul it onto the deck.
I thought the marlin was already dead, but Pole pulled out his harpoon and stabbed it again in a vital spot, just to be sure. The fish, which had been dark when we landed it, slowly turned white before our eyes.
The dolphinfish we’d used as bait—emerald green that caught the eye when we brought it aboard—had also turned completely black.
”Can we eat this raw?” Pole asked, clearly never having seen anything like it.
The shape was different from the swordfish caught in the Inland Sea, and it was ridiculously huge—he had no idea how to handle it. Neither did I.
”For now, let’s remove the gills and guts and bleed it out,” I said.
The thought crossed my mind: the katana the Queen had given me might be able to slice its head clean off. But of course, I couldn’t do that, so I brought the biggest meat cleaver from the dining hall, sliced open the belly, scooped out the innards, removed the gills, tied a rope around the tail, and lowered the head into the water to bleed it.
That was a mistake.
Within five minutes, a shark bigger than the marlin we’d caught swam off with the head.
”Hemingway much?” I muttered.
With no other choice, we hung the remaining body from the mast and placed the severed end—where the shark’s teeth had cut through—into a barrel of seawater to bleed it as much as possible.
The fish we’d caught earlier were turned into dried goods with help from Alyona and Pole’s childhood friend Rafaela. The marlin became sauté for dinner, and the rest was salted. I couldn’t have been happier with this development.
Maybe the time until we reached the river mouth leading to the Royal Capital Tete was the most fun I had aboard this ship.
Fortunately, rain fell every three days—not only securing drinking water but also giving us a chance to wash. The women stripped naked and washed on deck then too. Katarina, with her especially sexy figure, drew stares not only from the men but from the women as well.
At night, under the star-filled sky, men and women released their pent-up energy.
Fresh-caught fish. Fresh water. We still had dried figs from Hoffman Port. Occasionally, we even got to eat white bread made from wheat flour.
With unreliable me at the top, the crew’s spirits were relaxed as they enjoyed the southern seas.
”We’ll probably reach the river port, Chinde, tomorrow,” Maria said, stroking her belly—noticeably larger even through her clothes.
She’d interrogated the Amazoness princess and knew the local geography better than anyone aboard.
”And from there, a week to the Royal Capital Tete?” I asked.
”Right. During the rainy season, the current would make it two weeks, apparently.”
It was mid-August. In my past life, summer vacation would be in full swing.
But here, we were south of the equator. That meant dry season. If we used the Izumo—which didn’t rely on wind—we might reach the Royal Capital even faster.
As Maria predicted, we reached the mouth of a great river the next afternoon.
For the first time in a while, I saw a boat with people on it. I thought they’d be Dwarves, but they were tall Black men.
I expected them to come toward us—but instead they dropped nets and started fishing.
”How suggestive,” Katarina said, sounding a bit miffed.
Had she been hoping for a welcoming party?
”There it is,” Maria said, pointing.
A small harbor. On the left bank of the slightly murky river mouth, a low hill of rock rose, and at its foot stood a small Western-style fort.
At the pier, in addition to Amazoness dhows, there were long narrow sailboats like those seen on the Danube.
”Nostalgic,” I murmured.
Several people nodded in agreement.
”How shall we proceed? Shall we back in?” Bridge Leader Roland asked, given the surrounding terrain made the harbor’s depth seem sufficient for the Izumo.
”Yes, please do that,” I said.
In the Amazoness Royal Capital Ram, backing in had allowed us to depart in the darkness of a storm. Though unlikely that would happen here, I had them back in just in case.
As we entered the harbor, several squat, stocky Dwarves—obviously Dwarves—approached the pier. Before they arrived, we fired up the boiler and used the port-side Craft Engine to turn, backing in to dock with masterful precision.
”Hoh. So this is the famous black ship,” one of them said in slightly accented Schweilitz as we disembarked.
”You know of it?” I asked.
”Aye. So it really does move without wind. And turns too. How’s it work?” he replied.
Seems they were intensely curious about the Izumo. I had Bridge Leaders Roland and Kai with me, but the Dwarves paid them no mind.
”Ah—here’s our travel permit,” I said, showing the letter the Amazoness Queen had given me, said to ensure safe passage.
”Ah, that’s fine. But more importantly—can we look around inside?” the Dwarf asked.
Before I could answer, they boarded without permission.
”H-hey, wait a moment!” I called out.
As I held one back, two others were already on deck in an instant. Then five more Dwarves came running from what looked like a guard shack at the base of the pier, their short legs pumping furiously.
We couldn’t kill them, and I wanted them to leave peacefully. I asked Bridge Leader Roland—one of their own kin—to handle it, but he just shook his head.
The deck crew tried to block the Dwarves from entering the ship, but the stronger Dwarves pushed right past. In the end, all eight Dwarves toured every corner of the ship.
To their credit, they respected locked doors—so they didn’t see the fixed-wing drone or dynamite storage. But they spent a long time in the boiler room, eagerly speculating on how it worked. One also entered my unlocked room, opened a drawer, picked up the funnel mold, and pestered me about what it was used for.
By evening, we finally got rid of them—only for them to demand that we take one of them to Tete. Apparently, they were just like the Suez pirates.
In the end, a Dwarf man named Daran Su boarded, and we had to pay one Schweilitz gold coin for the privilege.
”We’ll travel upriver only during the day,” Daran said.
So that night, we stayed at Chinde Harbor. There were no inns, no bar districts, and no red-light establishments.
Daran, who’d boarded, didn’t refuse sleeping in a hammock in the bridge, but he asked permission to burn incense.
”Go ahead,” I said.
A familiar scent wafted through the air. A summertime staple. Mosquito coil. It probably wasn’t chrysanthemum-based—they didn’t have pyrethrum here—but the smell was exactly the same.
And the mosquitoes were terrible.
Out at sea, we hadn’t had to deal with them. But here, on the river, with the heat—naturally we left the windows open—these little demons buzzed in without hesitation. That night was Katarina’s turn. For a moment, I thought about stripping her naked, tying her up, and letting the insects have at her—but I’d be suffering the same treatment just from watching.
The corridor, the deck, the dining hall—everywhere was thick with mosquitoes.
Except the bridge. There were almost none.
Daran’s incense was working.
We’d experienced something similar in the Fee Grand Principality, but it was cooler there—you could manage with clothes. Here, it was the tropics.
Word spread, and more and more people gathered on the bridge. With over a dozen people, it became a steam bath. The incense’s effectiveness dropped, and Daran angrily told us to leave.
As Acting Captain, I wasn’t on duty—so I got kicked out of the bridge.
”Ugh, tonight’s hopeless,” Katarina said, even the pervert about to give up.
”Hey—you have olive oil in your room, right?” she asked.
What, she wants to do it in the ass in this situation?!
”No, not that,” she said quickly.
In the room, Katarina brought out the olive oil and started applying it to exposed areas of her skin.
”This repels bugs, you know,” she explained.
Really? I applied it to myself too—and sure enough, I could still hear buzzing, but they didn’t come close.
Once we found a way to fight back, well… I got ideas.
”Hey… want me to oil up your tits for you?” I asked.
”Ehh? What’s that supposed to mean?” she replied with a coy smile.
She didn’t say no. So I laid her on the bed and drizzled olive oil over her chest. I spread it around, slipping my hand under her undershirt.
”Oh, you’re hopeless…” she murmured.
She pulled down her undershirt, revealing Katarina’s large, perfectly shaped breasts. I dripped olive oil from above her nipples and spread it over her entire chest.
Then her other breast, of course.
Under the poor man’s lamp, her oil-slicked breasts gleamed. I couldn’t resist—I leaned in and sucked on her stiffened nipple.
She arched back with a gasp.
I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I stripped Katarina’s sexy body bare and slathered olive oil all over her—every inch. Her skin felt different from usual—and that difference drove me wild.
I mounted her, ready to enter—
And then I felt something wrong on my ass.
I hurriedly applied olive oil to myself too—
But it was already too late.4
Intense itching erupted in multiple places.
”Wh-what’s wrong? Don’t stop now!” she protested.
Believe me, I didn’t want to stop.
But the itching was so bad it killed my boner.
The next day, we ended up buying a large stock of Daran’s incense at considerable expense, using the ship’s funds.
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Summary:
The Izumo sails south along the coast, where the crew enjoys fishing, culminating in a massive marlin hunt that provides fresh provisions and entertainment. After reaching the river port Chinde, Dwarves board to inspect the ship, and a Dwarf named Darān joins them for the journey to Tete. The chapter ends with the protagonist and Katarina using olive oil as insect repellent, only for the erotic moment to be comically ruined by mosquito bites.
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Trivia:
The Amazoness are at war with Daqin, who invaded the Lemurian Sea with junk ships.
Rosa, the protagonist’s former student, was kidnapped to build black ships.
The Southern Continent lacks the monsters needed for Alternators and Craft Engines.
Dwarven technology can build ships without magic tools.
The protagonist became Acting Captain through Maria’s machinations.
Fredys has extensive knowledge of schooners from the Inland Sea.
Junk ships use folding sails with one sail per mast.
Junk ships lack keels, allowing shallower draft and faster speed.
The protagonist’s body double was forced into becoming Captain and Chief Engineer.
The Izumo’s boiler and Craft Engine allow independent movement without wind.
The crew caught a four-meter marlin using harpoons.
Pole delivered a mercy kill stab to the marlin after it was landed.
A shark stole the marlin’s head while it was being bled.
The protagonist referenced Hemingway after the shark incident.
The crew dried fish with help from Alyona and Rafaela.
Rain fell every three days, allowing the crew to wash.
Katarina draws stares from both men and women due to her figure.
The women wash naked on deck when it rains.
The crew had dried figs from Hoffman Port.
Maria is pregnant and knowledgeable about local geography.
Maria interrogated the Amazoness princess for information.
The dry season south of the equator means faster river travel.
Chinde is the river port at the mouth leading to Tete.
The Dwarves at Chinde were intensely curious about the Izumo.
Darān Su boarded after paying one Schweilitz gold coin.
Darān uses mosquito coil incense that smells like the Japanese variety.
Mosquitoes were unbearable at Chinde but absent from the bridge due to incense.
The protagonist and Katarina used olive oil as insect repellent.
The olive oil scene was comically interrupted by mosquito bites.
The crew bought a large stock of Darān’s incense the next day.
The chapter ends with the author’s note about next posting schedule.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• Katarina – A voluptuous, 30-year-old Izumo flight squad leader, Chief Researcher, and volatile telepathic Mage with mission authority. While maintaining formal decorum, she serves on night watch, handles drone operations under strict no-launch orders, and is a playful, sexually confident partner to the protagonist. Intense and complex, she pressures subordinates, wants to mercy-kill Larry, advocates for Gida’s promotion, and shows keen interest in a medicine boat’s stimulant tonic.
• Tatyana – A 31-year-old divorced mother of two and disciplined Magic Academy Assistant Professor, she serves as a practical, no-nonsense Section Chief and Torpedo Department Head. A former 101st Golems Battalion member, she maintains military decorum while commanding with efficiency. Loyal to her Captain, she shares an intimate bond with roommate Katarina and acts as Larry’s superior, having replaced him.
• Maria – A strikingly beautiful Amazoness, Universal Church bridge mage, and Suez crew member, this Artillery Department Head is visibly six months pregnant. The daughter of Ifens and Therese and widow of Thomas, she has gorilla strength, lethal skills, and massive mana. She aggressively protects her commander, leverages Princess Nikaure’s memories, and controls her resentful charge, Larry.
• Gida – The Izumo’s disciplined Maintenance Department Chief is a pragmatic, disheveled former finance bureaucrat who stepped down from captaincy to avoid leadership burdens. Outwardly insolent yet meticulously controlling, this older department head manages crew logistics, uses sesame oil for skincare, and once shouted in Schweilitz to buy it all. She clashes with Daran and initially resisted hiring Raphael.
• Mar – A battle‑hardened veteran, clad in worn armor, uses door panels as shields and captures enemy crossbows; Larry’s comrade who teases him about his sister‑in‑law’s pampering, known as Martin to his companion Edmond.
• 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.
• Fredys – As Izumo’s pragmatic, refined female deck foreman and section chief, she is an expert on Inland Sea navigation and an indispensable advisor left in charge during emergencies. Professionally, she manages logistics, discipline, and captives. Known for her exasperation and betting pools, she defends allies but has a preference for young boys, living with Roland and a maintenance assistant.
• Pole – An orphaned Celt soldier and anxious Izumo sail-handler, he is a youthful, enthusiastic deck crew member who guides Earnest and the protagonist. Proficient in Turku and local terrain, he serves as a loyal aide while seeking his first love’s freedom. Though gossipy and prone to anxiety, he takes charge during tasks like the marlin hunt and initiates crew activities, having moved past his gambling past.
• Rafaela – Pole’s childhood friend and first love from Palermo, now a fish preparer, is a ruling-class intermediary who was captured by pirates and sold into slavery. Though currently expecting a child, she remains silent and staunchly rejects Pole’s attempts to purchase her freedom, viewing his persistent gambling habits as an insurmountable barrier to reconciliation.
• Alyona – A devout Russian Orthodox interpreter aboard the Izumo who resembles Maria, she endures enslavement under Rhein after being held by the Hodayn Administrator. While she appears timid and submissive—leading Larry to dismiss her as dead weight—she masks a latent sadistic streak capable of clinical cruelty. Currently, she remains silent, occupied with assisting the crew in tasks like drying fish.
• Hoffman – A professor from the third floor who has recently retired. A retired professor of the academy whose position was filled by Leisabel. The predecessor to Lizabel who resigned for personal reasons following a slave market incident involving Rhein Haas.
• Izumo – The iron-hulled ship serving as the primary vessel for the protagonist and his crew.
• Roland – A Dwarf serving as bridge squad leader aboard the Izumo. He executed the reverse docking maneuver that impressed the passengers. Head of the bridge crew on the Izumo. He is competent and indispensable. He is gay and lives with Fredys and a young boy. He purchases a stimulant tonic and uses telepathy to explain his purchase.
• 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.
• Kai – An ash-covered, 20-year-old Dwarf Mage and Bridge Leader accompanying Roland. Recognizable by her translucent white hands, sturdy body, and high regenerative resilience, she has a strong sex drive and unstable mana lower than Maria’s. A capable Izumo crew member and peerless combat mentor with a mysterious past, she loves teasing protagonist Rhein and fueling a romantic betting pool.
• Daran – A local pilot hired to guide the Izumo up the river. He is confident and knowledgeable about the waterways, with a slightly boastful edge. He previously boarded the ship without permission and wandered curiously, hinting at his own inquisitive nature. Dwarf traveler who boards the Izumo for passage to Tete. Uses incense to repel mosquitoes. Blunt, pragmatic, and knowledgeable about river travel.
• Principal – The mother of Line and the administrative head of the institution. She exercises authoritative control over research assignments and seeks to trade Larry for Ilse Klein due to interpersonal conflicts in her laboratories. The mother of Sabrina and Rhein who intervenes during Rhein’s violent corridor assault to break up the confrontation.
• Fee – Larry Fee Getys 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.
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