Volume 4 Chapter 100 Before the Vanguard ③
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The soldiers of the Tiegel family milling about the deck were buzzing with a restless energy. The Sergeant of Tribe Steel Tiger walked toward us, his gaze fixed on the southeastern horizon. He was a powerhouse of a man, his feline eyes and thick fur making him look more beast than human.
His body possessed a sleek, predatory grace, a streamlined build that reminded Kian of Juji, the Wolfman spearman he had killed long ago.
”Guria Selda-sama, it looks like the night raid has started,” the Sergeant said.
”Well, it doesn’t look like we’re getting a quiet entrance,” Guria replied.
Asterios-or rather, Kian-was technically the captain, but the Sergeant apparently decided that trying to talk tactics with a bull was a waste of time and spoke to Guria instead. Guria looked up at him.
”How long until we reach the standby point?” Guria asked.
”About an hour,” the Sergeant answered. “I’m manipulating the winds to keep us at top speed, but it’s still over ten kilometers to the Cyclops coastal waters.”
”I understand,” Guria said.
”So we’re definitely not entering the port?” the Sergeant asked. “If the other ships crowd the landing zone on Cyclops Island, we won’t have room to maneuver. If we force ourselves in, getting back out will be a real pain~desuno.”
”Yes, I confirmed it with Medea earlier; we’ll be fine,” Guria said. “We’re strictly here to watch. With Circe on our side, the chance of something going wrong is one in a million.”
”Guria Selda-sama, there are no absolutes on the battlefield,” the Sergeant said. “That said, I’ve received some wine from Smaa-sama. If you’d like, you can enjoy it in the cabin. It’s getting cold on deck.”
”I’ll take you up on that. What about you, Asterios-sama?” Guria asked.
If he were really Asterios, he would have jumped for joy, shouting about how much he loved booze, but Kian felt a deep-seated revulsion toward drinking before a fight.
It was the exhilarating, dangerous time before combat. His adrenaline began to flow. He imagined the lethal exchange of blows and focused on the sound of his own heart.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Hearing that rhythm, he slowly composed his mind.
Actual combat was unlikely, but he didn’t want to break his pre-battle ritual. He didn’t want any toxins in his system. His tolerance for alcohol had increased, but the idea of dulling his senses or his thoughts was out of the question.
”No, I’m gonna stay here and practice my sword-mmo,” Kian said.
”Practice? I’d rather you didn’t go on a rampage on the deck,” the Sergeant said.
”Hey, Sergeant! What do you think of me-mmo? Even the cows around here know not to break the boat they’re standing on-mmo!” Kian shouted.
”Cows are getting pretty smart lately, aren’t they?” a warrior from Tribe Steel Tiger ¹ quipped from behind the Sergeant. He gestured toward the captain’s cabin with his thumb. “We don’t have a jester, but I can do a decent impression of one. I can be your entertainment while you drink, if you want.”
”Thank you. Sergeant, will you keep me company as well?” Guria asked.
”Of course, I’ll join you. What about that fox over there? You want some warmed wine?” the Sergeant asked.
”I don’t need it,” Rita said. “I’m staying on deck with General Asterios.”
”Aw, Rita, you’re no fun…” Guria complained.
”I’m not good at being rowdy. I just want some peace and quiet,” Rita said.
Guria puffed out her cheeks at Rita’s blunt refusal. It seemed like they were just slacking off, but Kian and the others were only reserve forces, and the enemy was already retreating toward their home country. It felt less like going to war and more like going to watch a show. The Sergeant and the other Tiegel warriors seemed to feel the same way.
From what Kian had heard from Balinars, he figured they had this in the bag.
”Is this wine the same kind you give me at Amora’s place?” Guria asked.
”Yes. It’s from the Tiegel family vineyard on Grass Island,” the Sergeant said.
”Great! I love that stuff,” Guria said, rubbing her arms against the chill as she headed down to the cabin.
Kian watched her go, then turned his eyes back to the sea.
”Are you really going to swing that sword?” Rita asked.
”I was lying about the practice-mmo. I just didn’t want to go into a cramped room-mmo,” Kian said.
(If I start swinging a sword, I’m afraid I’ll stop acting and they’ll realize I’m Kian.)
He decided that if something happened, he’d use an axe or his fists as long as Rita was watching. The only question was whether he could afford to hold back that much.
”True, it would be cramped for someone of your size to stay in the cabin. I thought it was weird since I heard you loved to drink, but that explains it,” Rita said.
”You’re Rita, right? I heard about you from Talia-mmo,” Kian said, trying to distract her. “You took out a lot of enemies on Minotaur Island. Good job-mmo. You deserve some head-pats-mmo!”
”I didn’t do much. I just did what was in my contract,” Rita said.
She seemed to have lost interest in him. She took off her backpack and started taking things out. She was still wearing the clothes Talia had lent her along with the jacket from the Order of the Lightning Knights ². A translucent lizard crawled out of her hood and began to glow orange like a mana lamp. By its light, she began mixing an Elixir ³, using a massive amount of sugar.
”What’s that-mmo?” Kian asked.
”An Elixir,” Rita said.
”What does it do-mmo? You’re using so much sugar you’re gonna get a mouthful of cavities-mmo!” Kian said.
”…Have you ever even tasted sugar? No, I shouldn’t talk about food with a Minotaur. It’ll just be miserable for both of us,” Rita said.
”Yeah, it was nothing but rotting human corpses back there-mmo. Just thinking about the texture of human hair on your tongue is enough to drive you crazy-mmo,” Kian said.
Rita kept dissolving sugar into a bottle of water. For Kian, who didn’t like sweets, it was nauseating to watch.
”This Elixir is ‘fuel’ for my bloodstream when I use my Quick-Draw techniques,” Rita explained.
”So you’re just loading up on nutrients so you don’t get hungry when you move fast-mmo? Just eat a real meal-mmo! That can’t be good for you-mmo!” Kian said.
Rita looked at him as if she couldn’t understand why a bull was worried about her health, then looked back at the bottle.
”I don’t want to put solid food in my stomach before a fight. Besides, normal digestion won’t work fast enough. When I use my Quick-Draw, I have to consciously force my metabolism to redline. Since you’re a beast-man, you should understand the feeling, even if you don’t know the theory,” Rita said.
”I don’t get it at all-mmo! Wiwi-wanker!” Kian shouted.
”Simply put, I’m raising my body temperature to extreme levels. Watch,” Rita said.
She took a sharp breath. Suddenly, her heart began to race. To Kian’s sharp senses, it was clear her body temperature had jumped five degrees in an instant. It kept rising, climbing higher and higher.
Rita’s face and shoulders turned bright red. They were at sea at night, moving at twenty kilometers an hour, and even with the barrier, it was freezing-yet Rita was sweating. White steam began to billow from her mouth and her armpits.
(I see… Serena and Isthbaran do this too. They spike their temperature when they need a burst of speed.)
”It’s called hyper-metabolism ⁴,” Rita said through the steam. “Beast-men can break down organic matter in their blood at an explosive rate. Most have the potential, but not everyone can do it. If a weak person tries, their blood vessels will burst, or their brain will suffer permanent damage from the heat. It’s just like a golem overheating.”
”So the difference between humans and beast-men is this hyper-metabolism thing-mmo!” Kian said.
”No… it’s a lot of things. Bone structure, muscle flexibility, how fast the brain sends signals to the limbs. But humans generally can’t do hyper-metabolism. You have to be a little crazy to push your body into a state that’s so close to death,” Rita said.
”Isthbaran and those guys move at ‘Shadow Pursuit’ ⁵ speeds all the time… is it because of this-mmo?” Kian asked.
”If they’re maintaining that speed, probably,” Rita said. “Doesn’t Lord Isthbaran eat every chance he gets?”
”Yeah. He’s always eating, and he’s always chugging that unfermented mead-mmo,” Kian said.
”It’s likely due to her supercharged metabolism. But back to the point-the draw-sword style I inherited from Nizaam involves forcing this hyper-metabolic state⁶ to trigger, pushing my speed to the absolute physical limit,” Rita explained. “Simultaneously, I shroud my legs and blade in the Qi⁷ of ‘Shadow Pursuit’ and ‘Skyrend’.”
”Is that right-nmo?” Kian asked.
Rita made the dual-shrouding of ‘Shadow Pursuit’ and ‘Skyrend’ sound easy, but it was essentially like writing Azrael script with the left hand while composing Western Common Tongue with the right. It was a feat beyond any normal human. Even Kian couldn’t pull it off.
Indeed, listening to her explanation, it became clear that Nizaam’s style was a series of techniques naturally impossible for any ordinary person to replicate.
(Transitioning into a hyper-metabolic state… and then a simultaneous activation of ‘Shadow Pursuit’ and ‘Skyrend’, huh?) Kian thought.
However, Rita’s black scimitar remained intact even after the technique was unleashed. Normally, ‘Skyrend’ would shatter a standard weapon, making this a complete anomaly. Was her blade a custom masterpiece, or was there yet another secret technique being activated in tandem? In any case, it seemed unlikely Kian could steal Rita’s moves just by observing them.
”Nizaam could only use the style in his youth. Once he aged and his vessels and muscles began to stiffen, he was forced to seal away the hyper-metabolic state,” Rita said. “I imagine that was when he started hunting for a successor who could master the art in his stead. In the end, he was so desperate he clung to me, even if it meant overlooking my own s*xual preferences.”
”Can you just flip a switch to enter that hyper-state whenever you want-nmo? Is it something you can learn through training-nmo?” Kian asked.
”Strictly speaking, I didn’t reach the full hyper-metabolic state just now. When I use the style in earnest, my body heat rises to a far more obvious degree,” Rita replied. “But to answer your question: yes. If I transitioned based on a mere whim, I’d likely drop dead during my daily life, so I’ve conditioned myself to swap my consciousness only when I mutter the name of the technique.”
”That is so cool-nmo!” Kian cheered.
”You really are like a child… Well, I suppose that’s exactly why the Crete Royal Family failed to build a proper relationship with you,” Rita said.
”Guria-sama was different from those other guys; she actually looked at Great Me properly-nmo. She actually listened to what I had to say-nmo,” Kian muttered.
”That is one of her many virtues. I lack it,” Rita said quietly. “In truth, there aren’t many in this world who can treat everyone without prejudice. There are plenty who would spit on me the moment they realize I’m a prostitute.”
The conversation trailed off. It wasn’t as if they felt awkward without constant chatter, so Kian turned his gaze back toward the sea, leaving Rita to focus on her Elixir brewing.
About thirty minutes later, several ship shadows began to manifest on the horizon ahead. It was the Crete war fleet. Though called “warships,” they were a mismatched collection of repurposed merchant vessels and coastal fishing boats. They lacked the uniform discipline seen in fleets like the Shidarkan Navy.
There seemed to be no powerful magic-users among the crews-perhaps the heavy-hitters were closer to the shore, or like Circe-danchou, already leading the charge-as Kian couldn’t feel any intense waves of magic power even from this distance. Or rather, the power levels of Kian and Rita were so overwhelming that the reserve magicians simply felt insignificant by comparison.
”If the night raid is proceeding as planned, Circe-danchou and her unit should be reaching the southern base right about now,” Rita noted.
”The plan was to unleash Great Magic on Mansoor’s camp once they reached the mountainside before the southern base-nmo. Is that when they break the teleportation barrier at the northern base too-nmo?” Kian asked.
”No… I suspect they’ve already neutralized it,” Rita said.
Having finished her Elixir compounding, Rita stowed the vials in her pack and stood up.
”Rather than obsessing over stealth, it’s more efficient to pour in the numbers and seize the northern half quickly. The marching speed of the Order of the Lightning Knights’⁸ elites is peerless. They have the Cyclops maps, and Circe-danchou has navigated these islands at night countless times. They’ll be in position before Mansoor can even react. Unless the plan leaked, they’ll catch that murderer for sure,” Rita said confidently.
”The results should be in within the hour-nmo. I’m praying Great Me doesn’t have to do a thing-nmo,” Kian said.
”No one expects Crete to lose. I, too, believe victory is certain with Circe-danchou on the field,” Rita said.
Rita spoke the words, then her ears twitched at the sound of strings and the Sergeant’s singing echoing from the cabin below. “I just hope Guria-sama hasn’t drunk too much,” she muttered.
”I’m sure the alcohol mostly burned off during the heating process-nmo,” Kian replied.
”Indeed… Actually, a sudden thought: why am I able to communicate so naturally with you, General Asterios?” Rita asked.
”It’s because you crossed over to ‘this side’ a long time ago-nmo. Heh-heh-heh!” Kian cackled.
”I can’t say I’m thrilled to hear that,” Rita said with a deadpan stare.
Just then, the horizon toward Cyclops Island flickered with a sharp orange flash. A few seconds later, a massive explosion rolled over the water. The vanguard should have already landed, but were they still tossing explosives around this late? It was possible some over-eager soldier set one off to celebrate a premature victory. Having been scorched alongside Owl in Ramsey’s flower fields, Kian was anxious-playing with fire like that was dangerous and needed to stop.
Rita stood beside him, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the horizon just as Kian was doing. The southeastern sky flickered orange again. This time, it was a rapid succession. After five or six staccato flashes, the orange hue didn’t fade; it began to burn a steady, brilliant hole into the night sky.
It was clear the shoreline was now a conflagration. Several other ships were bobbing in the water ahead of the Kian-go, and a chorus of confused shouts began to rise from their decks. Even the Tiegel soldiers on the Kian-go’s deck realized something was wrong; they huddled together in frantic whispers before rushing below to find Guria-sama and the Sergeant.
’–Kian, can you hear me?’
(I hear you-nmo. What’s wrong, Talia-nmo?)
’”Grass Island” is currently under attack by an unknown force.’
(What!?)
Rita shot a suspicious look at Kian as his eyes went wide with shock. Kian turned his back to her and focused on the mental link.
(Are you safe? Who’s attacking-nmo? Is it the warrior monks-nmo?)
’I don’t know. But they’re raining meteors with Great Magic. We’re facing a group of magicians skilled enough for mass Incantation. I’m currently holding the line with the Lightning Knights’ garrison. Once I pin down the enemy ships, I’m sending in General Isthbaran and my baggage-carrier.’
(Got it. The sky over Cyclops Island is turning orange here too, and I keep hearing blasts. I can’t tell if our guys got over-excited and torched the northern base or if something went sideways.)
’Understood. I need to focus now. Call out if there’s a new development.’
Talia’s voice flickered out of his mind. The Sergeant of the Steel Tiger Tribe came charging out from the lower cabin. After the lookout pointed out the burning southeastern sky, the Sergeant lunged for the railing.
”What the hell is happening? Get a confirmation, now!” the Sergeant roared.
The Kian-go⁹ was at the tail end of the Crete reserve fleet. With the silhouettes of ally ships finally coming into view, the vessel began its slow deceleration. Because of the simplified barrier they had erected, no magical messenger could teleport directly to them with a status report.
”General Asterios, a messenger owl,” Rita noted, pointing to the sky.
A brown owl was banking hard from the southeast, heading straight for them. The bird eventually spiraled down onto the Sergeant’s arm.
”Get this to Guria Selda-sama immediately,” the Sergeant barked. He read the scroll by the glow of a Mana Lamp, then turned a grim face toward Kian and Rita. “The northern base’s sky-formation was a trap. A fire-tactic has completely severed the link between the surprise unit and the base suppression force.”
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Soon after, a human messenger arrived via short-range teleportation to deliver the grim specifics. According to the soot-covered man, two hundred elites had pushed toward the southern base, only for ‘odorless gunpowder’¹⁰ hidden throughout the northern base to be detonated by an unknown party, vaporizing the occupation forces instantly.
The blast had left the following waves stranded in the bay, unable to land. Furthermore, the teleportation barrier in the northern base remained stubbornly unbroken. To make matters worse, the Crete fleet had been surging into the narrow bay in such numbers that the lead ships were now wedged in, unable to even turn around to retreat.
”And now, gongs are clashing all across the southern side of the island! The Crete fleet trapped in the bay is being hammered by meteors and Great Magic! The wind is driving the sparks from the northern base toward the ships! If this continues… our entire army will be roasted alive without ever making a move!” the messenger cried out.
Guria-sama and the others swept the wine bottles off the table to make room for the strategy map. The messenger was in a state of manic agitation, his eyes bloodshot and foam flecking his lips as he spat out the report in a single, desperate breath.
”I get the picture-nmo. So, where does Great Me need to go and wreck things-nmo?” Kian asked.
”Hold your horses, General. We don’t understand the full picture at all yet,” Rita cut him off with a sharp rebuke.
The Steel Tiger Sergeant nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on the messenger who was blackened from head to toe in soot.
”What force is firing that heavy magic¹¹ from the south? What are their numbers?” General Asterios asked.
”We don’t know, sir!”
”Are there enemy shadows on the coast?”
”I… I don’t know!”
”Then where is Commander Circe? Where are His Excellency Scipio and the strike teams?”
”We don’t know…” the soldier stammered. “The lines are completely severed. We’re totally blind. But look at the fires – they must see them. They likely turned back before reaching the southern base mountains.”
”Don’t give me guesswork,” Asterios growled. “You’re saying you know nothing.”
”I… Yes, sir…”
Asterios crossed his arms and gave a heavy, rumbling nod. “Mmooo.”
”So, we know nothing! And if we know nothing, then there’s nothing to think about-mmo! I get it! I’ll just charge in and slaughter every enemy-looking bastard in the bay one by one-mmo!”
”That is not a plan, Lord Asterios!” Guria cried.
”General, keep your head for a moment,” the Sergeant added. “Attempting to link up with the allies near the northern port is a death trap.”
The Sergeant looked around at the gathered officers. “We find another landing point. We’ll circle the island. If we spot any heavy ships raining magic down on Crete on the way, we board them and take them out of the fight.”
”If we waste time boarding ships, the sun will be up,” Rita countered. “By then, the Crete army will be nothing but dust and deserters.”
The Sergeant frowned. “Perhaps. But what else is there? We either sit here until an order magically appears from His Excellency Scipio, or we tuck tail and go home. Normally, that’s a death sentence for desertion. Though, with a Princess and a General on board, I suppose we’re the exception…”
”That damn ‘Four-Eyes’ is probably neck-deep in it with that old hag Circe,” Asterios spat. “We’ll be waiting forever for an order-mmo.”
”We need to coordinate with the reserves,” Rita said, her voice steady. “We re-establish the chain of command with the surviving ships and get a real look at the field. I’m deploying my familiars.”
Rita pulled back her coat. Jewel-toned lizards scurried from her clothes onto the tactical map.¹²
”Guria, can you leap between ships using the lightning?”
”Easily!” Guria replied.
”Then get to every capital ship in the vicinity. I want their commanders on this deck. Now.”
”Enemy warrior monks¹³ might be hunting for assassinations on those ships,” the Sergeant noted. “Princess, I’ll go with you. Can you carry me?”
”No problem!”
”Then I’ll go hunting for captains too-mmo!” Asterios shouted.
The officers exchanged worried glances, but Guria cut them off. “Please do, Lord Asterios.”
The meeting broke up. Asterios and Rita blurred across the water, the General practically running on the surface of the sea. Fifteen minutes later, thirty bewildered ship captains stood on the deck of the Kian.
”Listen up,” Rita said, spreading a map made from a spare sail. It was a detailed layout of Cyclops Island. “I can’t share my vision with you all, so look at the markers. Here is what I see.”
According to Rita, the northern base was a graveyard of stranded infantry. The port was choked with burning Crete ships; men were choosing between burning alive or drowning in the dark. Scipio and Circe’s strike team was pinned down, fighting a desperate holding action on the path to the southern base.
”The enemy is concentrated in three zones,” Rita explained.
”First: just east of the burning northern base. They’re picking off the survivors escaping the fire and blocking Scipio’s retreat.
Second: the eastern cliffs. They’re raining meteors down on any ship trying to break out of the harbor.
Third: the western cliffs. Same story. They have the bay in a pincer of fire.”
”Unless we shut down those meteor casters, no one is getting out of that bay,” the Sergeant muttered.
Rita stood up. “It’s not just the ships. If we don’t break the line at the northern base, Commander Circe and Sir Scipio are dead. If they fall, Crete falls. If they are taken prisoner, this war is over today.”
”Then our move is simple,” Guria said, looking at the captains. “To win this, we wipe out the magicians on the cliffs to clear the path for the fleet, then we smash the land force to rescue Circe and my brother Scipio.”
She raised her voice, her eyes hard. “If Scipio or Circe are captured or killed, we lose. If the magicians in the port are wiped out before they can regroup, we lose. There is no middle ground.”
”Simple enough for me-mmo!” Asterios laughed. “I’ll dive in and break all three spots! You extras just keep the pressure on the enemy fleets. Don’t let them focus their magic on the bay while I’m working-mmo!”
Guria placed a hand on his arm. “I’m going with you, Lord Asterios!”
”What?! You… I mean, mmoo-u! Well said, Guria! We’ll show them the power of a married couple’s lightning strike-mmo!”
”Sergeant, the fleet is yours,” Guria commanded. “I’m heading to the battlefield to keep the General on a leash.”
”But Princess – “
”Sergeant,” Guria said, her face set like stone. “My mind is already scorched by Asterios. This is the only place I belong.”
The Sergeant went silent.
”I’m counting on you.” Guria slammed the butt of her spear against the deck. “Let’s move, Asterios! We have a brother to save!”
”I’m in as well,” Rita said quietly, her yellow eyes glowing. “The General and I will handle the heavy lifting. Captains, provide the cover.”
She looked at Guria with a fierce, protective glint. “I won’t let her die. I’ll burn my own life away before I let her future be taken.”
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Summary:
Kian, disguised as the Minotaur Asterios, waits on a ship as a night raid begins. While the rest of the Tiegel party retreats to the cabin to drink, Kian remains on deck to maintain his battle focus. He and Rita discuss the biological secrets behind beastmen’s superior speed, revealing the concept of hyper-metabolism.
Rita explains the mechanics of her impossible sword style to Kian as they approach Cyclops Island. Their peaceful travel is shattered when a massive fire trap decimates the Crete vanguard, leaving the fleet stranded. Simultaneously, Talia reports a surprise meteor attack on Grass Island by a mysterious force.
The Crete forces are in a dire state with communication lines severed and the port under a meteor bombardment. Rita organizes a quick reconnaissance using her familiars to map out three critical enemy positions. Guria, Asterios, and Rita decide to launch a high-risk strike to rescue Scipio and Circe before the army is completely destroyed.
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Trivia:
- Kian is consciously avoiding sword practice to prevent his true identity from being leaked through his movements.
- The Sergeant uses wind magic to propel the ship.
- Rita’s ‘Elixir’ is essentially a high-sugar fuel source for her abilities.
- Hyper-metabolism is a high-risk ability that can cause brain damage or burst blood vessels if misused.
- Isthbaran’s constant eating is a physiological necessity to fuel his ‘Shadow Pursuit’ speed.
- Rita’s sword technique involves literal body heat increases and mental state shifting.
- The ‘odorless gunpowder’ implies a highly planned sabotage rather than a standard military counter.
- The Crete fleet is geographically trapped due to the narrow bay and the sheer number of ships.
- Talia is currently in a separate location (Grass Island) facing an equally high-level magical threat.
- Asterios can literally run on the surface of the water.
- The enemy force includes ‘warrior monks’ specialized in assassination.
- Rita’s map is handmade from a spare sail, showing her resourcefulness.
- Guria admits her ‘brain is scorched’ (intense obsession/devotion) by Asterios
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Character Insight:
Kian shows a disciplined warrior’s mindset by refusing alcohol, contrasting his ‘Asterios’ persona’s supposed love for it. Rita shows her technical expertise and a rare moment of physiological demonstration, highlighting the physical toll her power takes.
Rita shows rare vulnerability by discussing her past and her admiration for Guria’s lack of prejudice. Kian, despite his ‘Great Me’ persona, shows genuine concern for his allies and a protective instinct toward Talia.
Guria transitions from a protected princess to a decisive battlefield commander. Rita reveals a deep, almost self-sacrificial protectiveness over Guria.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author uses ‘desuno’ as a unique speech tic for the Sergeant to add a specific flavor to the Beastman military dialogue.
The use of ‘odorless gunpowder’ is a specific plot device to explain why the elite ‘Order of the Lightning Knights’ couldn’t detect the trap beforehand.
The use of ‘Great Magic’ suggests a tier-based magic system where large-scale artillery spells require significant casting time or specific environmental conditions (like cliffs).
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Juji – Male. Leader of the Wolfmen’s ‘Jinsou’. A skilled warrior with sharp senses and combat abilities. Relationship: Part of the Beastmen Alliance’s delegation.
• Smaa – Amora’s mother and a retired court magician; fiercely protective of her daughter. Tigress Beastman.
• Rita – Female warrior monk with fox ears, last direct disciple of Nizaam, wears a fox-ear hooded jacket. A ‘killing doll’ beastman created by Nizaam.
• Amora – Scipio’s fiance, and the knight of crete.
• Talia – A high-ranking vampire spirit currently possessing the body of Lyritisse. In this form, she has flaxen hair, blue eyes, and thick lips.
• Isthbaran – The High Warlord of the ‘Storm Herd.’
• Serena – Wolfmen Girl
• Nizaam – A former member of Azrael’s Twelve Divine Generals and the current head of the Malc family, though he has passed both titles to his daughter to return to the battlefield. He is a prominent warrior noble in Azrael, known for his love of beautiful boys and fierce battles.
• Shidarkan – Gloomy, bearded son-in-law of the Malc family (Flora’s clan); once a modest Malc magician, ordinary next to Shajar’s elites. Attends the Cyclops Island war council after losing his wife, Flora, and sisters-in-law in the northern base’s destruction. First appears Vol. 4 Ch. 45. Reminder: bereaved Malc son-in-law—sober, doubtful, and dim but dutiful.
• Mansoor – Crimson-eyed elder monk and Azrael’s Divine General from the Shakerdoust domain near Dacia. Wielding mist form, blood-drinking, rapid healing. He ties to allies like Ryoma and Hanami Tsai. First appearing in Vol. 4 Ch. 25. Quick tag: vampiric red-eyed grandpa-general who mist-forms and drinks blood, obsessed with rescuing his captured son unlike other human monks.
• Mag – The wolfwoman under Yelmar—the one who was caught by Kian’s group earlier.
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