Volume 4 Chapter 77 Kian Dies!？ I
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Rumor had it that Scipio, being a half-elf, was sterile. Regardless, whether his bride was a healthy individual capable of bearing children was a separate matter entirely.
As long as Scipio remained Scipio Crete—a scion of the Crete¹ royalty—he was bound to surround himself exclusively with Rank 1 assets. A defective item, barren and incapable of performing the required social graces, would be discarded without a second thought.
Amora claimed she had “personally requested to dissolve the engagement,” but judging by her hollow reaction, it was far more likely that Scipio had coerced her into the break-up.
(Amora’s parents certainly had no luck.)
Kian and Talia departed the scene, bidding farewell to the tiger Beastmen girl, who wore a smile like an empty shell.
(Her parents likely invested a staggering sum into the Crete royal family to market their daughter. They managed to maneuver her into the position of bodyguard for Princess Guria Selda—a role that provided prestige by association while remaining shielded from direct frontline combat.)
Yet, this was the ultimate result.
Everything had vanished like mist. All that remained was a daughter who could no longer conceive and the exorbitant expenses required to sustain her recovery.
The fundamental miscalculation made by Amora’s parents was likely that she was far too dedicated to her duty. Or perhaps, she had become more enamored with Princess Guria Selda than was healthy.
She never should have acted as a meat Wall.
She should have opted for a strategic retreat the moment her lightning proved ineffective against Mansoor. To charge in knowing she was outmatched was an exercise in pure futility.
’Are you really the one to say that?’
Talia, strolling beside him, projected a flat telepathic message. While her face remained a mask of indifference, she glanced back at the drained tiger Beastmen girl as if feeling a lingering pull. Unlike Kian, Talia was a woman capable of genuine empathy, despite her dormant facial expressions.
”Hey, Kian. That girl… she was only nineteen by your reckoning, right?” Talia asked.
”The story was that she got engaged to Scipio at seventeen and it’s been two years since, so that sounds about right,” Kian said.
”I see…. I wonder if she will stay that way forever,” Talia mused.
”It won’t be forever. Azrael² should possess several practitioners like Linca who can perfectly mend even missing limbs. Her family is obscenely wealthy; they’ll likely track down a healer of that caliber before long,” Kian said.
Nevertheless, it was impossible to say how long it would take to fully regenerate a uterus or a spinal cord.
Kian and the Blood Servant³ units who shared his blood could now heal missing parts with ease, but for a standard human, the restoration of lost limbs or extensive neural pathways typically demanded a vast amount of time.
Without Linca there to provide an expert opinion, he couldn’t be certain, but it wasn’t the sort of thing that would conclude in a mere year or two. Amora would likely be in her mid-twenties by the time she finally returned to the social stage as a lady discarded by Scipio.
”The outlook is bleak, but I think she’s at an age where she can still make a fresh start. It’s the price of defying Mansoor. She would have been dead if Rita hadn’t intervened. I’d rather see her pivot to thinking she was lucky and focus her efforts on a comeback,” Kian said.
”It would only take a single moment if we utilized the Restoration Curse⁴,” Talia replied.
”Doing that would mean saturating her body with a substantial amount of dominant vampire cells. Turning her into a non-human entity is probably a bad move. Even a minute amount would cause her to virtually stop aging…” Kian said.
”And what is so wrong with that? She could evolve into an existence far superior to her current self. If I were Amora, I would be trembling with delight at such a magnificent proposition,” Talia replied.
Kian shook his head.
”From your perspective, maybe. But Amora has her own sense of dignity and her own relationships. We could at least inform her that the option exists, but doing so would expose our secret to her entire family. With an Inquisitor lurking nearby, we shouldn’t take pointless risks,” Kian said.
”I see…” Talia said.
Talia stole one more glance back at Amora, but eventually gave a faint shake of her head and looked forward again.
”The Carriage is already waiting. Next, we are escorting Lady Priscilla to the Pier once the meeting concludes,” Talia said.
”Understood. While we’re waiting, find something to eat. You didn’t touch a bite at the banquet because you were too busy looking after my needs, right?” Kian asked.
”Yes, I’ll do just that,” Talia replied.
Consequently, they purchased a meal from a nearby stall and stood by on the grand avenue fronting the Castle.
As the driver of the Carriage let out a massive yawn, Kian and Talia leaned side-by-side against the railing of the bridge before the main gate.
”……”
Talia had opted for pizza. It was a rather decadent affair, loaded with fresh tomatoes, green basil, seafood like squid and octopus, and a generous helping of cheese. In the East End, street food rarely amounted to more than river fish and cheese shoved between slices of bread, but Kian mused that such discrepancies were shadows cast by geographical luck and the wealth of the local populace.
The East End—possessing nothing, yet peaceful. Crete—possessing everything, yet perpetually shadowed by the flames of conflict.
Kian found himself questioning which ‘country’ was truly the more fortunate.
”It’s difficult to eat when I’m being stared at,” Talia said abruptly, nibbling elegantly on a slice of pizza without so much as rumpling her clothes or hair.
”My bad. I just couldn’t help thinking that you look like a work of art no matter what you’re doing. I feel for Lyritisse, but the vibe changes so much just because the soul inside is different,” Kian said.
”Well, I am a princess, after all. Though Lyritisse was born to a fairly noble house herself,” Talia replied.
”Were you always a light eater, even in your original body?” Kian asked, observing the graceful curve of her jaw beneath the flaxen tips of her hair.
Having finished the pizza, Talia produced a canteen from seemingly nowhere and took a couple of sips.
”…I simply didn’t eat like a glutton. I don’t touch alcohol, nor do I consume sugar. I don’t lose myself to the intoxication of pig’s blood. Between suppressing pig uprisings, quelling internal revolts, and pacifying restless spirits, I spent the better part of the year on the battlefield…. The remaining time was occupied with farm inspections and humoring the spirits. It was a rarity for me to be in the castle with my father,” Talia said.
”I had this image of you as a sheltered lady, so that’s quite a surprise. I guess because you never had time for luxury, you didn’t end up weighing four hundred kilograms like those other guys,” Kian said.
”Indeed. Moderate portions and regular exercise—and witnessing my father’s body become a repulsive heap as he cut away fat every time we met—served as a powerful deterrent. It allowed me to preserve the pinnacle of beauty. …Though, those who tried to emulate me were still nowhere near as lovely. Truly, my beauty is a divine gift. Diet and exercise are secondary. That is simply my Princess Power MAX at work,” Talia replied.
”How did someone like you end up so loved by the spirits that they gave you seven magic swords?” Kian asked.
”Kian, this is a prime opportunity for me to enlighten you. The sapient lifeforms of this world are broadly categorized into two types: those who are princesses, and those who are not. And I was born a princess. That is the long and short of it,” Talia replied.
”I don’t follow that logic at all,” Kian said.
But Talia’s eccentricity was nothing new. Kian shifted his gaze from her flaxen hair swaying in the salt breeze to the Crete warships anchored in the bay.
”…Wait, has the fleet’s positioning changed…?” Kian asked.
”You’ve got a sharp eye. There was likely some movement from the Azrael Army on Cyclops Island⁵. Upon receiving the report, Scipio must have ordered an emergency realignment,” Talia replied.
”No way, did Gensou actually commence a withdrawal as he claimed he would!?” Kian asked, leaning over the rail.
Truthfully, Kian didn’t trust a man like Lee Gensou as far as he could throw him. The man had joked about leaving because he was bored, but Kian assumed it was all bluster.
”They are demonstrating maneuvers consistent with a retreat. See? The warships are congregating southwest of ‘Water Island’⁶. If the wind shifts, that’s a prime staging point for a sudden charge toward Cyclops Island,” Talia said.
Talia, who had reduced the pizza wrapping to ash, tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and pointed. As she did, her body pressed firmly against his arm, making his heart race. While Linca and the others were prone to physical contact, Talia’s was so natural and sudden that it made him jump like an inexperienced virgin.
”…A charge is a bad idea. It could be a trap. In terms of sheer numbers, if the Gensou forces are still entrenched on Cyclops Island, the Crete fleet would be at a crushing disadvantage. Should I go warn Scipio…?” Kian asked.
”I don’t believe that will be necessary,” Talia replied.
”Why? Do you think they won’t decide to charge?” Kian asked.
”That, I cannot say. Seizing the initiative can dictate the flow of battle, and while I’m unaware of Gensou’s current deployment, even a feigned retreat disrupts a fleet’s formation. Reorganizing takes time. Scipio and the top brass might decide they can win if they strike now. A charge is entirely possible,” Talia said.
”Then we can’t just stand by! If they lose this first engagement, the Western Church and Chatillon might pull their support!” Kian said.
”────”
”Talia!” Kian shouted.
”Staying put for now is the better move. Two reasons,” Talia continued, intercepting a letter from a mechanical bird golem.
”First, this allows us to flush out the mole who has been leaking the Crete military movements to the enemy. Regardless of our next move, if we don’t identify and eliminate them, everything will continue to play right into Azrael’s hands,” Talia said.
”I’m worried the war will be over because the Crete main fleet gets annihilated before we ever find them!” Kian said.
”Second. If, by some stroke of luck, the Crete main fleet is weakened, or if a high-ranking Witch or general happens to fall in battle—” Talia scribbled something onto a scrap of paper, handed it back to the bird, and released it into the sky once more.
”Kian, it will make it much easier for our merchant guild to seize control of this nation. We can establish this as our base before Chatillon gets their hands on it,” Talia said.
”────!?!? …If I were to say that, what would you do?” Talia asked.
”Wait, that was a joke?” Kian asked.
”Hehehe. It’s fine. The Crete military isn’t that incompetent. Let’s just focus on doing what we can, okay?” Talia said.
Exhaling in relief at Talia’s smile, Kian leaned his back against the railing.
”Your princess jokes are too much, Talia. I almost forgot how I was supposed to look Guria in the eye,” Kian said.
”I think you should just try charming her with a sweet smile,” Talia replied.
”By the way, who have you been corresponding with this whole time?” Kian asked.
”It’s Lord Rou,” Talia said, manifesting a thick stack of papers from the void.
”That boy is distributing funds to his contacts everywhere to aggregate intel.”
”It only lists who he met at what time and whether it was a success or a failure,” Kian said.
”Of course. He said he’ll provide a comprehensive briefing once we’re back at the firm on ‘Grass Island’⁷. Apparently, the golem assembly is nearing completion, and the strategy meeting for the campaign against the Shidarkan army is about to begin,” Talia said.
”The schedule is getting tight…. We’d better get back there soon,” Kian said.
”Agreed,” Talia said.
* * *
As Talia nodded, the heavy gates of the Castle swung open, and Lady Priscilla emerged with her entourage. After exchanging a final word with Scipio, Priscilla waved enthusiastically toward Kian and approached at a light jog.
”Lady Priscilla, welcome back,” Kian said.
”Yahhoo— I’m back!” Priscilla exclaimed, glancing between Kian and Talia as they offered their noble salutations.
”Thanks for waiting for me!” Priscilla said.
”We’ll escort you to the Pier,” Kian said.
”Great! Escort away!” Priscilla replied.
”Lord Kian,” Blumer said, his armor clanking as he approached with a somber expression.
”Can we truly win this war?” Blumer asked.
”What’s with the sudden pessimism?” Kian asked.
”Please, just read the room,” Blumer replied.
Even being told to read the room, Kian had zero interest in the inner world of a man who’d had an affair with his superior’s wife.
”Lord Kian, there is a possibility that the enemy is deploying state-of-the-art magitech golem soldiers,” Lady Priscilla said as they walked toward the Carriage.
”The magical revolution has led to massive magic stone excavation across Azrael, providing the power source for these formidable combat dolls. They stand roughly two meters tall with enough brute force to shatter a Carriage in a single strike. Their plating is comprised of mithril, making them immune to mediocre magic,” Priscilla said.
”Mithril golems… I’ve encountered those before in the depths of Izerland Castle. They were quite a handful,” Kian said.
”Ancient golem soldiers?” Blumer asked, his brow furrowed.
”The technology of the ancients is shrouded in mystery, but I suspect Lord Jibril’s magitech golems possess superior performance specs,” Blumer said.
”If that’s the case, we could be in trouble depending on their numbers,” Kian said.
Izerland Fortress was once the seat of Madam Camilla’s House. It was later discovered that those mithril golems were her handiwork. However, as Kian wasn’t an engineer, he couldn’t accurately gauge how Madam Camilla’s prowess compared to modern standards, nor did he know much about Jibril’s capabilities.
In Kian’s eyes, Jibril was a refined younger brother. A genius, certainly.
However, he didn’t strike Kian as the same breed of genius as Umar—the kind who churned out revolutionary inventions and used sheer absurdity to crush any obstacle in his path.
Wasn’t Jibril’s golem tech just a textbook, linear refinement of existing methods?
If so, it didn’t feel like an insurmountable threat.
(…Right, this ties back into what Talia said this morning. Never underestimate or overestimate the foe. Objective data is paramount. The only reason they don’t seem threatening is that I lack the information to evaluate them properly.)
”In my estimation, the number of golem soldiers per camp is likely capped at twenty,” Priscilla said, turning to face them with her back to the Carriage.
”Magic stone mining is strictly regulated by law. So is the production of golems utilizing them. Each camp was granted exactly twenty units under the guise of supporting Lord Jibril’s research. Unless they’ve been manufacturing them in secret, twenty is the limit for each faction,” Priscilla said.
”Understood. Regarding the regular warrior monks discussed this morning, there are at most a thousand per faction. Roughly equivalent to the number of magicians capable of high-tier magic,” Kian said.
”My reasoning is that only four to six hundred monks graduate from the monastery annually. That’s for the entirety of Azrael. If you divide that by the twelve territories, each one only gains thirty to fifty regular warrior monks a year,” Kian continued.
”So if they graduate at fifteen and serve for twenty years without being killed… that’s 50 times 20, totaling around a thousand per faction?” Priscilla asked.
”Precisely, though it’s a rough estimate,” Kian said.
Priscilla and Blumer nodded, considering Kian’s logic.
”That’s incredibly few. The Achilles’ heel of the warrior monks is definitely their limited numbers. Wouldn’t you agree, Blumer?” Priscilla asked.
”Indeed. Which is likely why Lord Jibril is pouring his efforts into enhancing the quality of the mass-produced models,” Blumer replied.
Hearing Blumer’s response, Kian’s mind drifted back to the bald warriors—the Shura—those botched warrior monks he’d fought north of Ramsey. They’d fallen before Sarah’s transcendent talent, but Kian alone wouldn’t have stood a chance. Even against bottom-tier combatants, the weight of numbers could be a terrifying force.
”Allow me to summarize the situation,” Talia said, her voice cutting through the air.
”The enemy’s regular warrior monks likely cap at a thousand per faction. Shidarkan and Gensou almost certainly have that many. Since Mansoor and the remnants of the Umar faction haven’t committed their full strength, their regular monk counts might be lower. Furthermore, we must account for the mithril golems. They are impervious to weak magic and possess enough strength to demolish a Carriage. Each faction has twenty at most,” Talia said.
Priscilla and Blumer nodded in grim agreement.
Talia delivered her final point.
”Lastly, the mass-produced warrior monks that Jibril has been refining could prove to be the ultimate wild cards,” Talia said.
”True. However, the forces gathered here are the old guard of Azrael. They’re the ones who ideologically oppose Lord Jibril’s magical revolution. It’s unlikely they’ve embraced the concept of empowering mass-produced units. In that case, their primary strength is likely still rooted in traditional, disposable warrior monks. If we can break their regular monks—the core of their army—the rest should fall apart on its own,” Priscilla continued.
”I see,” Kian said.
”Lord Kian, please take the utmost care. If anything happens to you… I won’t know what to do. Even if I drown all of Azrael in a sea of blood, it won’t bring you back,” Priscilla said.
Kian gave Lady Priscilla a solemn bow, then took her hand to escort her into the Carriage.
* * *
After seeing Priscilla’s group off, Kian and Talia returned to the plateau where Elder Gaius’s hut stood.
From that height, the Mana Lamps of the Crete warships illuminated the dark waters like a sea of stars.
Yet, looking up, the actual stars were so vast and bright they made the man-made lights seem pitiful. The air was crisp, and the sky was cloudless. It was an impeccable night for the practice of astrology.
”Right. Let’s get started then,” Talia said, emerging from the hut. She had donned the dark robe from the night before over her winter gear. It was a pity it obscured her shapely legs in their dark tights, but the way the robe emphasized her waist and the curve of her hips made his pulse quicken.
”Is there anything I can do to help?” Kian asked.
”Not a thing. Just stand there and keep your mind on something erotic,” Talia replied.
”Got it,” Kian said.
His mind immediately drifted to earlier that day—how Talia had completely broken his composure with a footjob in those tights, followed by a lingering session of oral play that had left him spent. He decided to let the sweet, musky scent of her perfume and light sweat act as the finishing touch to his fantasies.
”Waaaaah! Talia! No, Talia! If you keep doing that, I’m going to blow! The Carriage is going to be flooded! Stop itaaaa!” Kian barked out.
”────!? Hey! Keep it down! What if Lord Gaius hears you!? Ugh, what a slip of the tongue. My mistake for letting my guard down…! That’s enough, shut your mouth, you pig-member. Think your lewd thoughts in silence,” Talia replied.
”But then I’d just be a closet pervert like you,” Kian said.
”I am not a closet anything! I’ll kill you!” Talia replied.
Deciding the banter had gone far enough, Kian used magic to raise a stone Wall to shield them from the wind, then gathered firewood to start a blaze. It would at least take the edge off the chill for Talia.
”Thanks, Kian. That’s much better,” Talia said.
”Don’t mention it…. So, how does this astrology work exactly? Do you toss the doll you’re making onto that star chart?” Kian asked.
”That would be bone-rolling, not astrology,” Talia replied.
’Is that even a thing?’ Kian wondered as Talia hovered her hand over the parchment on the ground.
In the next instant, the dark bedrock tore through the paper and surged upward, twisting into a delicate, three-dimensional celestial sphere. It was a hemispherical model. From the outer rim—the edge of the world—the effigy woven from Kian and Talia’s hair moved into the sphere, coming to rest at the center of the artificial cosmos.
”When is your birthday?” Talia asked.
”I don’t actually know. I just add a year whenever it starts feeling like autumn or winter,” Kian replied.
”I see. Do you mind if I graze your memories? I won’t look at anything I don’t need to,” Talia asked.
”Be my guest,” Kian replied.
Talia didn’t mention Kian’s birth date. Or even the year. The ritual of celestial magic proceeded in a heavy silence.
With a snap of her fingers, two blackboards appeared, and she began sketching intricate diagrams. One was a circular horoscope; the other was a complex crossroads design.
”Ah… this might be problematic,” Talia said.
”What is it?” Kian asked.
”Listen… I need you to stay calm,” Talia said.
Kian, who had zero understanding of horoscope charts, could only wait for her to speak. Her face remained as expressionless as ever as she spoke flatly.
”You are going to die,” Talia said.
”────!?”
”And… I’m going to die as well,” Talia said.
”Eeeeh!? You too!? You’re treating your own death like a footnote!” Kian shouted.
”It’s total annihilation! T-O-T-A-L annihilation! DEATH!” Talia shouted.
Talia struck a bizarre, rigid pose. Seeing the dignified Lyritisse move like that was almost comical.
”Total annihilation!? You’re joking, right!? Wait—it’s just a fortune-telling. The only way I’m dying is if Linca or Sarah find out I’ve been indulging with women and kill me! If that’s the case, I’ll just buy them off!” Kian spiraled.
”Shut it, pig-member. Don’t lose your head,” Talia said.
Talia began pacing, biting her thumbnail nervously.
”This shouldn’t be possible…. I could see a death star hanging over a pig-member like you, but for me to fall…. …No, I suppose it’s plausible. Spirits might not be as prominent in this era, but there are still powerhouses out there. In this sow’s body, my capabilities are severely restricted. Dying in battle is a real possibility. Aaaah, what a nightmare!” Talia said.
”Aren’t you the one losing your head?” Kian asked.
They had to take this seriously. They would attempt to manipulate fate to avoid this outcome, but first, they needed to understand the ‘why’.
”Rou mentioned that the enemy might suspect your existence. And Rufna said there are at least twelve known artifacts capable of killing an immortal,” Kian said.
Kian retrieved the robe Talia had cast aside and shook off the dust.
”Could Mansoor or Gensou be targeting the person performing the dual Incantation—the soul in my right arm—to strip away my strength?” Kian asked.
”────”
Talia didn’t answer immediately. She walked in circles before coming to a dead stop and looking up at him.
”Sorry. Let me clarify the results first,” Talia said.
”I think I got the gist. I won’t understand the technical details anyway,” Kian said.
”No, you don’t. While it said we both die, that isn’t entirely accurate. Specifically, it’s either you or me. If I die, you live. If you die, I live. The cause is sudden death. Given our situation, likely in combat,” Talia said.
”One lives and the other dies…. Wait, like ‘rivals who cannot coexist’?!” Kian asked.
”I’m your wife, you pig! Why are you framing us like rivals in a duel to the death?! Are you that afraid I’ll catch you cheating? I’ll kill you!” Talia replied.
Talia continued, her anger flaring randomly.
”Second point! In my case, only this body dies. My soul will persist. That much is a given,” Talia said.
”Then it’s not really total annihilation, is it?” Kian pointed out.
Talia stopped her erratic movements, her cheeks flushing slightly.
”I… suppose you could look at it that way. Sorry, I was a bit rattled. I spoke without thinking,” Talia said.
”It’s fine, but how do we handle this…? I’m worried one of us will die protecting the other from a soul-slashing blade,” Kian said.
”Since I won’t truly die even if Lyritisse’s body is destroyed, I should be the one to take the hit. You are absolutely forbidden from being on the front lines. I will protect you, so you stay back,” Talia said.
”That’s not how it works. You’re the magician; I’m the vanguard. It’s my job to protect the high-firepower glass cannons like you and Lady Aliona,” Kian said.
”No,” Talia whispered, her voice trembling as she clung to his waist. The scent of her perfume and dried sweat enveloped him.
”Absolutely not. I won’t let you leave me, not even in death. I refuse to lose another precious thing,” Talia said.
”Look, I get that it’s bad, so can we just start the fate manipulation already? You can change our destiny, right?” Kian asked.
”Sometimes. But with the current alignment, I’m not sure I can change it entirely. It’s a hair’s breadth from certain death. We need to introduce a new variable to break the cycle,” Talia said, her gaze drifting toward ‘Grass Island’.
”Furthermore… someone else is already tinkering with fate,” Talia said.
”What?” Kian asked.
”The celestial resonance was distorted. Someone is using a ‘bear’s hand’ to warp my fate. We might just be caught in the ripples of their meddling,” Talia said.
”Someone else using Astrologia⁸ to manipulate fate…?” Kian mused.
”Can you identify them?” Kian asked.
”Actually, I can,” Talia said, still staring toward ‘Grass Island’.
”I can tell where it’s happening. ‘Grass Island’, near the headquarters of the Order of the Lightning Knights⁹. In the residential district where the knights live,” Talia said.
”Then let’s go find whoever is messing with the stars. If we can reach a compromise with them, maybe we can all find a future where we survive,” Kian said.
”Right. And there is one more thing I need to do,” Talia said.
Talia looked up from his chest, her expression dead serious.
”This fragile body has reached its limits. I want to mutate it into a new vampire form—just like yours,” Talia said.
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Summary:
Following Amora’s tragic dismissal, Kian and Talia discuss the strategic threat of Jibril’s mithril golems. Talia performs a high-level astrological divination that predicts a binary death fate for the couple: one must die for the other to live. They detect a rival fate-manipulator on Grass Island, prompting Talia to request a vampire mutation to survive the coming storm.
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Character Insight:
Talia’s ‘Princess Power’ persona is increasingly shown as a defense mechanism against her deep-seated fear of loss. Her desire to become a vampire isn’t just for power; it’s a way to tether herself permanently to Kian’s existence, ensuring they can’t be separated by death. Kian, while still prone to dense ‘virgin’ reactions, is showing more strategic maturity by listening to Talia’s tactical advice.
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Behind the Scene:
The title ‘Kian Dies’ is a classic ‘Episode Title Spoiler’ subversion common in Light Novels, intended to create immediate tension. The ‘bear’s hand’ (熊の手) is a double-entendre for both a literal astrological tool used to ‘rake’ star-power and a lucky charm (kumade) often found at shrines, symbolizing the gathering of good fortune.
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T/L:
Notes:
• 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.
• 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.
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
• Gensou – Eccentric young Eastern monk-general in Azrael’s army, playful yet ambitious. Wields sun-like magic, swordsmanship, and assassination tactics. Linked to three masked wives—Seishi, Oushoukun, and Yougyokukan (Head Magician). Ally of Mansoor and Oji, serves under Jibril, proposes Operation Assassination. First appears Vol. 4 Ch. 45. Reminder: playful Eastern general with masked harem wives, always late but magically explosive, contrasting serious monks with his bathrobe vibe and schemes.
• 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.
• Camilla – A woman; the subject of the chapter; her body was used to seal Erynys’ soul.
• Mag – The wolfwoman under Yelmar—the one who was caught by Kian’s group earlier.
• Nue – A Shikigami summoned by Linca. It has the appearance of a monster with a tiger’s limbs and a monkey’s head. Nue is a powerful but dangerous creature that requires a skilled magician to control.
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