Volume 4 Chapter 83 Jibril’s Threat
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
(Between Mansoor and Gensou, Crete’s hand has already been exposed. Gensou taunted me, asking when the old Umar faction was finally going to shed some blood—to be honest, given the timing, that’s exactly what I’m hoping for.)
Inside a Malc military pavilion west of Cyclops Island¹, General Ryoma sat around a strategy table with famous warrior monks² like Lord Shidarkan, the candidate for the Twelve Divine Generals³, his wife Hanami, the toxicologist Kusai, and the illusionist Uzai. Ryoma considered his next move while looking down at the wooden ship markers representing the Crete navy spread across the map of ‘Water Island’⁴.
Today was January 12th.
It had been more than ten days since Mansoor and Gensou raided Crete on the first of the month, yet time kept moving on.
Gensou never missed a chance to pester them, saying the old Umar faction was dead weight and that only the Nile army and Mansoor were making progress. However, the Umar faction was a small group of barely six hundred, and Lord Shidarkan had been forced to fix opposing domestic groups while rebuilding their strength after the previous Twelve Divine General, Flora, was killed by ‘Kian.’
Being careful was the only real choice.
Losing was an option neither Ryoma nor Lord Shidarkan could afford.
If they attacked Crete, a complete win was the only acceptable result.
Failure would lead to a huge loss of political power—Ryoma’s group lacked the numbers to survive a mistake, and Lord Shidarkan would lose all his power within his own borders, likely ending their part in the war.
”Gentlemen. Winning solves everything,” Ryoma said, his eyes looking over Lord Shidarkan, Hanami, Uzai, and Kusai.
”And the chances of our win are very high. To be honest, the enemy is spread thin. We might not even see real resistance.”
”General Ryoma is right,” Lord Shidarkan muttered, his voice a gloomy drone. To Ryoma, the man still seemed like a total failure, but looking at it fairly, he was the heir to the Malc Family and the only person with the power to move the Malc navy.
According to his news, a peace deal had already been made with the Kingdom of Castile, and the main fleet that was at the straits was now moving to the capital, Phoenicia.
The ‘Sea of No Return’⁵ that once protected Crete had disappeared for reasons unknown.
There were no signs of it coming back.
If the big fleet from Phoenicia made a flanking move against Crete, the war would be over in one hit. The glory of the final blow wouldn’t go to Mansoor or Gensou—it would belong to the Ryoma-Shidarkan group.
”Our first goal is here… Underworld Island⁶. Now that the ‘Sea of No Return’ is gone, the island is totally open. We will use it as a place to put pressure on ‘Water Island.’ We’ll scare the enemy from two sides: Cyclops Island and Underworld Island at the same time.”
Lord Shidarkan’s finger traced a line across the paper.
Underworld Island.
Until recently, the island had been a total mystery.
It was a lonely island rumored to hold the palace of Crete’s living legend, General Asterios. For years, many had asked if the island even existed or if the rumors were just mistakes caused by the ‘Sea of No Return.’ However, Shidarkan’s scouting team, using flying dragonfly monsters, had recently found its spot.
While they hadn’t seen the Minotaur himself, they had seen several people and Crete navy ships under General Balinars patrolling the area. It seemed the quick disappearance of the currents had surprised Crete as well.
The suddenly found weak point was currently empty of any real defense buildings.
”Hyo-hyo-hyo. If we take this spot, we can hit the Crete Archipelago from the back,” the toxicologist Kusai wheezed, showing his yellow teeth in a grin. His breath stayed as gross as ever…
”Also, Underworld Island is close to the Western Church. Once we have it, we can start daily attacks against their coast,” Uzai the illusionist added, his black eyes getting wide. The mean old man had been a pro at hidden tactics since Umar’s youth, specializing in scaring nations by the Azrael Sea. The goods he had stolen as a pirate were the very funds that paid for the Umar government.
”…Personally, I still think going to Underworld Island is a waste of time,” Ryoma said, giving his long-held doubt. Since they already knew the enemy’s setup and Lord Shidarkan was moving a huge force, Ryoma thought a direct attack would be an easy win, especially with the skilled monks of the old Umar faction. He found the long way to Underworld Island boring compared to a direct hit on ‘Grass Island.’
”Dear, the spies said that Asterios is staying on ‘Grass Island’,” Hanami reminded him.
”I know that, Hanami, but—”
”Hyo-hyo-hyo. Master Ryoma, I like your warrior spirit, but this is a war, not a fair fight. Direct charges are for the stupid. One puts in the poison and waits for the target to die… win by any way, even if those ways are called cowardly,” Kusai cackled.
”Exactly. Even the strong Asterios will lose his cool if we bug him constantly from Underworld Island. Being mean is the base of war,” Uzai noted.
”I get your points. But… we have more men. Using such small tricks makes it look like we’re scared of a smaller team. It will hurt the men’s spirit.”
”Losing a lot of men in a direct fight with Asterios would hurt spirit much more…” Lord Shidarkan replied, his gloomy eyes looking at Ryoma. Ryoma felt a bit of anger, sure the man was looking at him like an idiot.
”Dear, there’s no need to fight the enemy’s strongest pieces directly. First, we take the undefended Underworld Island and get ready to block ‘Water Island’ and the sea around it. If Lord Shidarkan’s main fleet stays there, they won’t have to go back to Phoenicia or wait for nothing in the water,” Hanami explained.
”Asterios might keep ‘Grass Island’, but if we break Scipio’s navy and cut the food lines from the Western Church and Chatillon, Crete will have to give up. We can take Crete without ever having to fight Asterios directly,” Lord Shidarkan added.
”Fine, fine! I get it, Lord Shidarkan!” Ryoma barked.
As he spoke, the door to the command pavilion moved, and a group of people walked in, along with a cold sea breeze.
”Ah, Master Oji…” Ryoma muttered. Seeing the face of the young wolfman, he lost interest in the new people right away. Oji was one of the inspectors sent by Jibril. Unlike Gensou, he didn’t always give orders or make mean comments, but Ryoma’s opinion of him was bad just because he was with the Jibril group. He thought they were here to ‘watch’ the strategy meeting for a report. It was a pain, but Ryoma planned to give a short greeting and go back to work.
However, the whole room suddenly went stiff as a black-haired young noble followed Oji into the tent. Lord Shidarkan’s eyes almost popped out of his head.
”Lord Jibril…” Shidarkan gasped.
”Hello, everyone. I hope you’re all doing well,” Jibril said, his greeting as easy as if he’d met neighbors on the street.
Faced with a current member of the Twelve Divine Generals and the real leader of Azrael—their boss—Ryoma’s mind went blank.
”Jibril, do you want a seat?” Oji asked.
”No, I’m fine, Oji. It would feel weird for me to sit while everyone else is standing. Ah, Tersea, would you like to sit?”
”It’d look pretty strange if I sat down while you’re standing up,” Tersea replied.
”……”
A wolfwoman with tired eyes, wearing black leather, whispered a small curse. Finally, an Azrael woman in a full-body robe walked in, staying behind Jibril like a shadow. Seeing the long-haired noble in the fancy white-and-gold clothes of an Azrael leader smiling so nicely, Ryoma finally woke up and did a formal warrior monk salute.
”…!”
”W-well now, Lord Jibril!”
”…Young Master, what brings you to a place like this?”
”Hanami, please stop with the ‘Young Master’,” Jibril said with a small, tired smile as he gave his hat to the robed woman.
”I’m the current head of House Vahid. I’m not the schoolboy you used to teach anymore.”
”M-my apologies desuwa.”
Jibril ignored the nervous Hanami and walked up next to Ryoma. His way with Hanami was the same; whether in the past or now, he was perfectly polite but cold as ice.
”……”
”It’s been a while, Ryoma,” Jibril said.
”Y-yes…”
”I’m happy to see you haven’t gotten sick.”
”Ha, haha…” Ryoma managed a hard laugh, pulling back naturally.
Jibril was tall. He had pretty, long hair and a face as soft as a woman’s, yet his wide shoulders and strong chest were clearly a man’s—it was easy to see why the girls of Azrael liked him so much. A sweet, incense-like smell came from his hair, and even Ryoma felt a bit dizzy from being near him.
But this man was the political rival who had thrown them away and sent them to another country. No matter how calm, beautiful, or nice-smelling he was, Ryoma knew he had to keep his focus.
”Um, Lord Jibril. If you were coming to visit, we would have made a real party if you had told us first,” Lord Shidarkan said.
”That’s exactly why I didn’t, Lord Shidarkan,” Jibril replied. Standing next to Jibril, Lord Shidarkan’s small presence looked even more sad. A bright, cool youth next to a dry, beaten middle-aged man—Ryoma thought that even if they became fellow Generals in six months, this boss-servant feeling would never really change.
(Damn it, why now? What’s he after? …Does he think we’re going to turn back and take the old capital? I can’t read him at all.)
”I see. Lord Shidarkan and Ryoma, you plan to pincer Underworld Island from both sides,” Jibril noted, his eyes moving quickly to the map and markers before he looked back up.
Hanami busily moved next to Ryoma, talking to Jibril, “To see it with just one look, that’s just like you desuwa, Lord Jibril!”
”As Lord Jibril saw, we want to start a pincer attack from the east and west,” Hanami continued. Since she was the best with words, both Ryoma and Lord Shidarkan stayed quiet.
”Lord Shidarkan’s main fleet is already moving at Phoenicia. Once the sign is given, they can reach the island in under two days with a good wind. Meanwhile, our teams on Cyclops Island will go around ‘Grass Island’ and hit from the east. There are almost no enemy ships in the area. Underworld Island should fall to us quickly.”
”And my brother?” Jibril asked, his voice getting lower. He closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath through his nose, as if smelling the scent of someone who wasn’t there.
”I can feel him. A pulse as beautiful and wild as a beast… he’s close. And he’s waiting for me to arrive.”
”He probably doesn’t even know you’re here,” Tersea muttered.
”Tersea, be quiet. Jibril, I don’t know about waiting, but he’s definitely in Crete. I’ve seen him myself, and these two fought with him on Cyclops Island,” Oji said.
”Actually, I heard the two inspectors were beaten by ‘Kian’,” Lord Shidarkan added.
”We managed to crawl away. Right, Meisa?” Tersea asked.
”……”
”But it cost us a lot. It’s taken this long just to get back to the front. Meisa had her wind magic sword broken in half by that monster,” Tersea continued.
”Um, excuse me, but could you tell us the details of that fight?” Hanami asked in a low voice, but she was ignored. Jibril looked at Tersea and the Azrael woman.
”That reminds me—here. A spare ‘Windsong Blade’⁷.”
With those words, Jibril made two swords appear from the air. They were big swords, their blades wrapped in many layers of cloth. A small, scary sound like a low whisper came from both. A soft wind blew from the steel, though one felt so cold it made breath turn to frost.
”Hey, Jibril. That cold one, is it…” Tersea began.
”It’s fine, Tersea. Uncle Renaud would be happy to see it used,” Jibril said.
”Hyo? Who is this ‘Uncle Renaud’?” Kusai asked, moving his head. Jibril gave a sad, small smile.
”An old friend,” Jibril replied.
”Meisa. Take whichever you like better,” Jibril said.
”…I’ll take the one that isn’t cold. I won’t lose this one, I promise,” Meisa said.
”It’s only a magic sword or two. I am, after all, Jibril of the Twelve Divine Generals,” Jibril said softly. At his kind words, the robed woman’s face twisted like she was about to cry.
”They say my brother used Dual Chant, but he has no talent for that. As Oji thinks, there’s likely ‘something’ living in that right arm of his,” the noble said, moving away from the table to walk. His long black hair moved over his white clothes like silk. He put a hair behind his ear and laughed. “This is becoming quite a show.”
”You have the Black Onyx⁸ magic swords, I guess?” Jibril asked.
”Yeah.”
”……”
The two inspectors nodded, pulling the black, curved blades from their belts. The swords gave off a scary magic power. These weren’t just normal magic swords. Ryoma’s gut told him he wouldn’t survive one fight with those blades.
”Jibril, I’ve already given one to General Mansoor,” Oji said.
”That’s fine. As for the fourth… I’m still eating it, so it’s not ready yet. We have three for now. The fourth will take a bit more time. This means we have no extras. Oji, you’ll have to use your own holy sword.”
”Yeah, that’s fine,” Oji said, moving his shades. His eyes had changed from blue to a bright, glowing gold. A heat like the summer sun filled the tent, even with the morning cold.
”For you, I’ll burn anything that gets in our way.”
”Thank you. I’m counting on you, Oji,” Jibril said.
Jibril’s voice changed for a second. In that moment, as if to clear the heavy air, he turned back to Ryoma and the others, his voice clear and loud.
”Everyone, taking Underworld Island is a big job! Don’t let your guard down for a second. I say this because General Gensou’s spies have seen that my brother is with the enemy.”
”‘Kian’… is it really that Kian? The cast out one…? To have the nerve to fight Lord Jibril! It’s not okay! Don’t you agree, dear!?” Hanami cried.
”Hanami. Such things are not needed,” Jibril said.
”Ah… y-yes desuwa.”
Jibril put both hands on the table and leaned forward. At that, Shidarkan, Ryoma, Kusai, and Uzai all leaned closer too.
”The enemy is Kian Vahid and his friends. News said my brother was using a strong magic sword in the north, but when my people fought him, he failed to use it even when stuck. —Most likely, he’s lost the power to use magic swords for some reason. He didn’t use it against General Mansoor either, so that state is likely still happening… We can think the danger of a magic sword is near zero for the fight at Underworld Island.”
”So we just go ahead with a normal landing?” Lord Shidarkan asked.
”No, Lord Shidarkan. Instead, Kian has found a very tricky magician. The one who made the currents around Underworld Island go away.”
”A magician who can change sea currents!? Does such a person really exist!?” Hanami asked desuwa.
”They didn’t change the currents, Hanami,” Jibril said, tracing a path west across the Crete islands.
”Since old times, a giant sea snake has lived in these waters. The ‘Sea of No Return’ was a thing caused by that very animal.”
”Hyo-hyo, what!?”
”Are you sure?”
”Where did you get that news, Young Master?” they asked.
Jibril looked at Hanami before going on.
”…The currents left because Kian’s magician killed the snake. Its head alone was hundreds of meters long. The enemy has at least one, maybe two magicians with the power to destroy such a thing.”
”Is it Lady Sarah?” Ryoma asked, but Jibril shook his head.
”I’m not sure. However, Sarah would definitely know how to find that kind of skill. My spies tell me she’s currently visiting the Frontier with Princess Maribel.”
”After the Ramsey thing, the Western Church was supposed to give the Thorn Magician⁹ to her care,” Oji noted.
”He’s likely stuck to a scroll, and he’s not the type to follow orders, but it’s possible…”
”But when you saw Kian on the beach, she wasn’t with him, right?” Jibril asked.
”True. But if anyone fits the description, it’s her.”
”…The Thorn Magician is a bad dream to deal with. He can’t be killed by normal ways. He uses a Restoration Curse¹⁰. And since he’s not a vampire, holy swords can’t stop his healing,” Tersea explained.
”That’s not a problem. Killing people who can’t die is my best skill,” Oji added.
Following Oji, Tersea spoke again.
”These Black Onyx magic swords are also good. If the target gets in the reach of the magic, it will cut their soul into four pieces.”
”A soul-killing blade…” Lord Shidarkan whispered, looking scared. The rest of the Umar group looked just as afraid.
”Tersea, Meisa. The second you see a high elf magician or any weird caster, use those blades. I’ve brought two hundred extra warrior monks to help, but I don’t care—if it makes the kill sure, cut through the monks too. Hidden attacks are good.”
”Understood.”
”Yes, sir.”
”At least, I’ll bring back info on the enemy. With that, ‘Genius Jibril’ will definitely finish them off next time, right?” Oji said. Jibril gave a quiet nod.
”Um, Lord Jibril?” Hanami asked, her voice a bit sharp. She looked ignored by the fast treatment.
”Yes?”
”We weren’t planning to go after Kian without a plan. I have made a way to beat him, no matter if he can’t die or is a master swordsman!”
”And that is?”
”My best move! The mental pollution barrier from the four-hundred-year history of the Tsai Clan¹¹!”
”I see. Try it, then,” Jibril said.
”Oh… y-yes desuwa…” Hanami backed away, looking sad at his weak answer.
”It makes sense. He’s a veteran who can beat someone like Mansoor, but if we break his mind and turn him into a shell, his fighting skill doesn’t matter. A good plan,” Tersea noted.
”Y-yes, Lady Inspector! The enemy has great healing powers! But no matter how tough the body is, the mind is still human! If we poison his mind and break it, he’ll be a vegetable, unable to fight! That’s the barrier I’ll catch Kian in!” Hanami said desuwa.
Ryoma and the others weren’t surprised, as they’d already heard about Hanami’s plan.
They would catch Kian in the mental barrier, pull out his old pains, and turn him into a mindless shell. After that, they could cut him up to learn his secrets or hold him for money from the Princess of Izerland—whatever they wanted.
The same was true for the Thorn Magician Oji was worried about. Since they were magicians, they were naturally weak to killers. If Ryoma and the others could just get close, it would be over. Living forever didn’t matter. They’d kill them until the body quit, or once their throat and arms were cut, Hanami could just freeze them solid.
”Everyone, when you attack the island, stay as spread out as you can to avoid being killed by the enemy’s big magic,” Jibril ordered.
”Those who can teleport should use it many times to land once you see the horizon. Those who can’t, use the dragonflies I’ve given. Use the big ships as bait. The enemy magician will likely fire as soon as they see a ship. The moment they use their spell, run and land at once.”
He went on.
”The enemy is few. According to the Kian merchant group’s papers, they have fewer than ten workers. Between my brother and the others, there are likely only five or six real fighters.”
”If the Thorn Magician is there, we’ll take care of it. Master Ryoma, don’t do too much; wait for Tersea and me to get there,” Oji said.
”Lord Oji, don’t be silly. A warrior monk who can’t take out a magician is worth nothing,” Ryoma said.
”We have the Tsai Clan’s mental barrier too desuwa!”
”Hyo-hyo, I have poisons to stop them and toxins to show them things,” Kusai cackled.
”And I, Uzai the illusionist, am a master of wasting time,” Uzai said.
”I’m counting on you all,” Jibril said with a small smile.
”It’s fine if my brother becomes a vegetable. We only need his body. As for the thing in his arm, kill it with a soul-killing hit if you can. The same goes for the magician who killed the snake. Swarm them like flies and win with numbers. Once you get close, they won’t have time to speak. They’ll be stepped on before they can fight back.”
Ryoma and the others saluted like warrior monks. Jibril had a smile as pretty as a goddess, opening his arms wide.
”I will help Lord Shidarkan’s lead. I’ll scout with the dragonflies and use the two hundred new monks to quiet their big hitters. Tersea, Meisa, Oji—it’s in your hands.”
”Leave it to me.”
”Man, real fighting… it’s been a while,” Oji said.
”In the worst case, I’ll step in myself,” Jibril said. His eyes, which were smiling, snapped open. A hard, glass-like sound rang out. To Ryoma, it looked as if pieces of Black Onyx were coming into the corners of Jibril’s eyes.
”I’ll kill that dangerous magician myself. And then… I’ll have my brother back…! ♡” Jibril breathed.
His dark, deep eyes were wide, the corners of his mouth pulled into a sharp grin.
”I’m looking forward to it, brother. This is our first real game. I wonder what kind of lead you’ll show me,” Jibril whispered.
Ryoma felt a cold shiver at the laughing noble, but he stayed quiet in a low bow. He watched Jibril leave the tent, his long hair following like a demon wolf’s tail. The second he was gone, even his smell left like a ghost.
Before they knew it, Oji and the others had also left like shadows.
The group felt as if they’d been tricked by magic, but when Hanami said, “Should we get some food desuwa?” the feeling broke, and everyone started to move again.
* * *
Talia’s fever finally left about thirty-six hours after her change began. Since she was still in a weak state of getting better, she couldn’t leave the cellar yet.
Kian quickly cleaned the floor—dirty with fluid and Talia’s urine—then made a warm towel using hot water from a pre-heated tub.
”Kian, you didn’t get a fever at all, did you?” Talia asked, lying tired on the floor. Kian helped the naked girl into a sitting spot.
She was a mix of smells—spit, seed, and the sweet smell of a woman—the remaining perfume of their time together.
”Now that you say it, no. My body’s pretty strong, so I might’ve just missed it. My (boku no) immune system isn’t like a normal person’s,” Kian replied.
”Hmm…?” Talia watched him carefully as he cleaned her neck and armpits with the towel.
However, her tired state won. She seemed to stop caring, letting her head fall onto Kian’s chest as she went soft.
”I’m so hungry. I want your body fluids,” she whispered.
”If seed is what you want,” Kian said.
”Yeah… even though we just got clean, we’re going right back at it,” Talia sighed.
”I’ll clean you again later,” Kian promised.
”Please… Or maybe you’ve been sick before and your body already had the shield,” Talia said.
”Like rubbing sick skin into a wound to build safety?” Kian asked.
”Don’t you have any memories of your father doing something to you when you were a kid?” Talia asked.
”Like what?” Kian asked.
”Like feeding you the roots of the ‘Moon Stairs’,” she said.
Kian thought about it but shook his head. He had no memories of his early childhood. He couldn’t even remember his mother’s face. Like with Linca, he might have hidden those memories deep, but since he couldn’t reach them, the result was the same.
”Anyway, I’m still not for giving you,” Talia whispered.
”Hm?” Kian asked.
”I’m not for giving you for beating the hell out of me,” she said.
”It’s fine, isn’t it? Think about what you did to me. We’re even when it comes to breaking each other’s pride,” Kian said.
”You were liking it!” Talia said.
”Not really. I was actually pretty mad,” Kian said.
”But you came! No more talk! Logic broken!” she yelled.
(Twitch.)
Kian’s temper flared.
”I’ll never forgive you. Attacking me while I was weak… you’re the worst pig-dick,” Talia spat.
”But you were yelling and liking it too, weren’t you?” Kian asked.
”I was not! Really, what a bad penis! You really do need some teaching,” she said.
”Oh? You want to go another round with my dick? I’m pretty sure I’d win,” Kian grinned.
”Your pride is huge, Kian. Fine. Once this fight is over, I’ll punish the pig,” Talia said.
”Yeah, yeah. After the fight. Let’s have a real sex fight then,” Kian said.
Talia’s lip moved. Kian still had a grudge for all the mean things she’d said about his manhood. His payback was far from over. He had a dark, inner smile as Talia made some frustrated noise. The idea of a ‘sex fight’ after the war was done was exactly what he wanted. He decided that he would definitely make the bossy Talia learn her place.
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Summary:
The Ryoma-Shidarkan alliance finalizes their pincer strategy for Underworld Island. Jibril arrives unexpectedly with elite inspectors, distributing specialized soul-cutting magic swords and warning of a powerful magician among Kian’s group. Jibril expresses a dark obsession with ‘having’ his brother Kian again. Meanwhile, Kian and Talia recover from their ordeal and engage in heated banter, promising a final showdown after the battle.”
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Character Insight:
Jibril exhibits a chilling, dualistic nature—perfectly polite and charismatic on the surface, yet harboring a sociopathic obsession with his brother that manifests as a desire for total possession. Kian and Talia’s relationship has evolved into a toxic power struggle where sexual dominance serves as a surrogate for genuine emotional processing.”
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Notes:
• 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.
• 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.
• Kusai – A poison user with yellow teeth.
• Uzai – A shadow user who enjoys harassment.
• Tersea – A shaman who assisted Barghest and is connected to the summoning ritual.
• Mag – The wolfwoman under Yelmar—the one who was caught by Kian’s group earlier.
• Talia – A high-ranking vampire spirit currently possessing the body of Lyritisse. In this form, she has flaxen hair, blue eyes, and thick lips.
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
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