Volume 4 Chapter 98 Before the Vanguard ①
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Kian went to see Rita, bringing her portion of the meal. He found her alone, several hundred meters north of the southwest coast.
She seemed immersed in meditation, kneeling on the sand and facing the western horizon, where the clouds were beginning to look ominous.
”I’ll be right here,” Talia said.
”Yeah,” Kian replied.
He nodded to Talia, who had followed him, and proceeded alone, his boots crunching through the sand. Even as Kian approached, Rita didn’t twitch her fox ears in the slightest. She had sensed his and Talia’s presence long ago.
Her spirit-her Sword Aura¹-is even more intense than before, Kian thought.
He looked at the black scimitar resting at Rita’s left side. She was formidable before, but now it felt as if some lingering mental instability had vanished. For a master of the drawing art, where a single strike decided everything, shedding her hesitation would result in a massive jump in lethality. Kian felt a dark curiosity stir-if Rita were to betray him here, would he be able to counter her blade with his bare hands?
He wasn’t wearing his Silver Ice armor. In terms of equipment, he was at an overwhelming disadvantage.
It would be an enjoyable mutual killing, Kian thought, a cold smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
But the thought was a fleeting delusion. The moment she showed any intent to attack, Talia would trigger her magic and disarm her.
Except for her hooded jacket, Rita was wearing replicas of Talia’s own gear. Her sleeveless shirt, battle skirt, the black tights protecting her legs, and her boots-all of it would vanish. The instant she tried to use her Secret Technique, “Shadow Pursuit”², her boots and tights would disappear, causing her to lose her footing. She’d likely pitch forward and die an embarrassing death before she could even complete her strike.
Even with her favorite shamshir, she couldn’t stand against him. If her first strike missed, Kian would crush her skull, or Talia would incinerate her with magic.
”-Lord Kian,” Rita said, standing up and turning toward him.
She seemed entirely unaware of the violent thoughts passing through his mind. Recalling their last exchange in the mental world, her expression held no killing intent; instead, it was a mix of bashfulness, sorrow, and a deep sense of isolation.
”Ms. Rita, lunch is ready,” Kian said.
”My apologies. Thank you,” she replied.
”You wanted to talk about something, right? Talia is nearby, but she won’t eavesdrop. I won’t repeat anything we discuss to anyone else,” Kian said.
”I see… Well, it’s nothing major. I just… you saw my memories, didn’t you? I wanted to know how much you saw. It’s awkward-embarrassing, really. I wanted to explain myself. I had forgotten almost everything about my past until I saw that nightmare,” Rita said.
Rita took the wooden tray from Kian and sat on the sand. Instead of a warrior’s kneel, she sat with her legs tucked to the side in a feminine, graceful posture. Though her speech was as bold as a soldier’s, her every gesture was refined. She used incense and wore makeup, a testament to her roots.
She was from a “flower district”³ in the West, a place where women catered to middle-class clientele. Her mother, Eirene, was one of those women. While they weren’t wealthy, the support of regular customers earned her enough to keep her daughter from starving. They lived in a shack, but it was a home.
Growing up with a mother who understood the importance of grooming and charm had left a permanent mark on Rita. Even after losing her memory, the habit of maintaining a beautiful appearance remained etched into her soul like a chronic affliction.
”Can I sit?” Kian asked.
”We can’t have a private conversation if you don’t. Please, sit. Have you already eaten?” Rita asked.
”Yeah. Here’s some water,” Kian said.
”Thank you. Thanks to the care from Lord Leprobus and Lady Leanan Sidhe’s care, my strength has fully returned. I can actually enjoy a meal again,” Rita said.
Kian sat down beside her and got straight to the point.
”About your memories-I think I saw nearly everything. From your childhood, being scouted by Nizaam, your training as an assassin, and finally, your defection after killing your comrades.”
”As I thought. That dream should have been painful, but a strange man kept appearing in it, and I couldn’t quite stay sad. I passed by you several times while you were dressed in… absurd ways. I wonder why I didn’t think it was strange at the time,” Rita said.
”Maybe because you found the nightmare comforting? Even if it was destroying your mind, you were looking for punishment. That’s why you let yourself drown in that Satori-type hex⁴ for so long,” Kian said.
”Maybe so,” Rita said, a self-deprecating smile touching her lips. She turned her made-up face toward him and bowed her head slightly. “You saved me again. Thank you. Those ridiculous actions, that bizarre clothing… it was all to wake me up, wasn’t it? You were trying to use humor to block the mental corruption.”
”Yeah, of course,” Kian said.
”I thought so. No one would dress like such a kook otherwise. …I’m sorry. Because I was so pathetic, I forced you to act like a total pervert. If I were you, I’d want to kill myself the moment I woke up. Just remembering it makes me die of shame. You were… tightening your genitals with that handmade device. Is your reproductive ability still intact?” Rita asked.
”I think it’s fine. I tested it just a little while ago,” Kian replied casually.
”What!? …A-ah… with… Lady Talia? I… I see. Umu. I see. If you can still produce an heir, that’s good. Umu,” Rita stammered.
Her cheeks flushed a deep red. She began to eat her fish with elegant, practiced movements to hide the awkwardness.
”What about you? How much of your memory did you get back?” Kian asked.
”All of it. I was born to a Western prostitute named Eirene. I lived with her until I was nine, then I was sold to Nizaam for four silver coins,” Rita said, her brow furrowing. “That’s right, Nizaam. How could I have forgotten that man? It wasn’t just him-I’d forgotten Eirene, Sadiq… everyone.”
”When your heart is under too much pressure, your survival instinct can bury your memories. That might be what happened to you,” Kian said.
”But I went so far as to deny I was his disciple.”
”The fact that you denied it so strongly is probably proof that you instinctively wanted to forget,” Kian said.
”I see… I suppose so,” Rita said.
Kian understood. Until he met Linca, he had forgotten about her and her parents, and he had buried the memory of Umar’s abuse. In Rita’s case, she had killed her own mother; the mental burden must have been even heavier. She had tried to seal away everything related to Nizaam, as those were nothing but memories of murder.
”So you really were a warrior monk trained by Nizaam,” Kian said.
”Umu, that’s right. I can admit it now. I was his last direct disciple. He taught me everything, even the drawing art that Flora and the others couldn’t master. He had high expectations for me. But in the end, I betrayed him,” Rita said.
”You met Guria right after you killed your mother, didn’t you?” Kian asked.
”I did. In that vision, you jumped in, but in reality, I killed three of my comrades and fled. I reached the city of Phoenicia and wandered the streets aimlessly until my strength gave out and I collapsed in an alley. That’s where she found me,” Rita said.
”The reason you were kicked out of the Order of the Lightning Knights was because you met with someone from General Shidarkan’s camp and let them go without reporting it. Did you know Shidarkan back when you were a warrior monk?” Kian asked.
”I remembered him in pieces. He was my language teacher. He was too important a man to be teaching low-level monks, but I believed him when he said he was an instructor for recruits. When his messengers approached me later, their familiarity confused me. My memories were fractured, and I assumed he was someone I was indebted to. That’s why I let them go,” Rita said.
”That matches what you said before. I’m starting to think you’re actually telling the truth,” Kian said.
”Does that make me seem less suspicious?” Rita asked.
”No,” Kian replied instantly.
”To me, your status as a spy matters far less than who would win if we actually fought. I couldn’t care less about your identity. Beyond a vague sense of suspicion, I don’t have much of an opinion on the matter.”
”You’re a real piece of work,” Rita said.
”I get that a lot,” Kian replied with a straight face before pressing her. “So, what are your plans now?”
”Plans? What do you mean?” Rita asked.
”You were Nizaam’s top pupil. And you owe Teacher Shidarkan a massive debt for your language training, don’t you? If you care about your obligations, you should cancel your contract with me and go rescue Teacher Shidarkan on Cyclops Island.”
”You really are itching to fight me, aren’t you?” Rita said with a dry smile before taking a swig from her canteen.
”I swore to protect Crete for Guria and the others. That’s why I signed on with you. If I ran off to save Teacher Shidarkan now, I’d be a lying, ungrateful brat.”
”But at this rate, you might end up having to kill Teacher Shidarkan yourself,” Kian countered.
”I won’t kill him. I can’t. Unless Guria and the rest are about to be slaughtered and his death is the only way to stop it, I’ll look the other way even if we meet on the battlefield. If you don’t want a mercenary like that, then fire me. I’m telling you right now I might breach contract. And I’m not changing my mind.”
Rita continued in a flat, detached tone.
”Besides, I don’t care about anyone other than Teacher Shidarkan. If it helps Crete or Merchant Guild Kian, I’ll kill them. Why the look? This is what a mercenary is, isn’t it?”
”I suppose so…” Kian muttered.
Killing people for profit. Refusing to kill Teacher Shidarkan only because it didn’t personally benefit her emotions. For everything else – whether it was her personal desire to ‘protect Crete’ or just for the gold – she was ready to kill. Rita’s logic was typical for a mercenary: a person with no country, whose loyalties shifted with the tide and the coin.
”Are you letting me go?” Rita asked.
”I’m not. Your priorities are clear – Crete and Guria come first, and Teacher Shidarkan is secondary. You’d rather not kill him, but you will if Guria is in danger. Is that the gist of it?”
”Yeah, that’s exactly right,” Rita said.
”Then you’re still a soldier for Crete. If the enemy is Teacher Shidarkan, you’ll just stand back and watch him escape.”
Kian continued.
”We need every sword we can get right now. If there’s a mercenary willing to kill everyone except Teacher Shidarkan, I’d be a fool not to use her. To be honest, your performance on the battlefield was incredible. You wiped out their magic swordsmen and took down dozens of warrior monks like Uzai and Kusai. If you weren’t on our side, I probably wouldn’t be sitting here having a casual chat.”
”You said it,” Rita warned. “If I let Teacher Shidarkan go later, don’t come at me asking why I didn’t finish him.”
”I won’t. I’ve dealt with mercenaries far worse than you. Considering your combat ability, I’d rank you near the top. Just having you on our side tips the scales in our favor.”
”Well, you can count on my skills at least. I’m a killing doll made by Nizaam, the strongest swordsman in Azrael. Probably the finest thing he ever built.”
Rita handed back the empty tray. “That hit the spot. Thanks,” she said, offering another nod.
”If my talent for murder can actually help someone, then I guess that’s good. It’s all I know how to do.”
”What will you do after the war?” Kian asked. “Now that you have your memories back… would you work for Merchant Guild Kian?”
”I’ve got nowhere else to go. If you have someone you want dead, use me. I can kill most people easily. Except for Teacher Shidarkan.”
Rita gave a dismissive shrug, but then her expression sharpened as she looked at Kian.
”By the way, Eu-san was here this morning, wasn’t she?” Rita asked.
”You noticed?”
”My senses are way beyond a normal beastman’s,” Rita said.
Her white fox ears twitched. She leaned toward him.
”Did something happen? Balinars-san was with him, right?”
Kian was silent for a heartbeat. He decided there was no reason to keep the raid on Cyclops Island a secret from her. The operation was set for dusk. Kian was going to transform into Asterios and head over through a gate Talia had opened. But Rita had a “Teleportation Stop” on her; she could open gates, but she couldn’t pass through them. Her body would be torn apart by the currents of the Spiritual Vein. She would die the moment she tried to teleport.
He could have sent a message via her familiar, but without an open gate, the link would break and she’d lose control of it. By the time the familiar swam across the sea, the raid would be over. And if she tried to keep a gate open that long, Aliona or Talia would notice and stop her immediately. Teacher Shidarkan would never get the warning in time.
”They’re launching a night raid on Cyclops tonight,” Kian said.
”Why take that kind of risk?” Rita asked.
”Because they think they can win. Shidarkan’s army is crippled, the Gensou have retreated, and Vahid is gone. Only Mansoor is left. They think a single massive magic attack from Lady Circe’s squad will end it.”
”I’m just a soldier. I don’t know the politics or the full strategy. But if the enemy wants to turn this around, their only chance is to bait the Crete army away from their base and crush them on Cyclops Island,” Rita said.
”True. It’s interesting you see it that way too. It’s why I suggested waiting.”
”With Commander Circe there, why would they choose a plan with so many ways to lose? Was this Scipio-san’s idea?” Rita asked.
Kian shrugged.
”I heard Scipio-san and the younger troops pushed for it. They lost friends and felt they couldn’t face them if they let Mansoor escape.”
”Idiots. There’s a spy in the Crete army leaking patrol routes. They’ll see a night raid coming a mile away,” Rita hissed.
”They’re not sending the orders out until noon to keep it quiet. Just before the move. And even then, only a few officers will know. They’re being careful, I’m sure.”
”Noon?! It’s already noon… Is there nothing left but to pray?” Rita said, her lips thinning.
Kian thought for a moment.
”General Asterios is going to be on standby near Cyclops Island as a backup. Do you want to come along?” Kian asked.
”Are you serious?!”
”I have to talk to Aliona and Talia first. If they say you need to stay here, I can’t argue with them.”
Rita nodded over and over.
”Please, talk to them. If I’m stuck here doing nothing while everything goes wrong, then none of this matters.”
”Then wait here for a bit. I’ll bring you the final word later,” Kian said.
”Yeah.”
Kian left Rita behind. He spoke to Talia about Rita’s request, then woke up Aliona to get her opinion. In the end, they agreed to have Rita stand by at sea with Kian.
”I’m taking the Chin-Chin to Grass Island with Lady Rita,” Talia said, turning toward Aliona.
”I’ll leave Apollo and Hylonomne here with you. As long as they aren’t destroyed, they’ll draw mana from the ley lines and act on their own. Command them as you see fit,” Talia added.
”So they’re to be my guardians? I understand,” Aliona replied.
”Those familiars can really function independently?” Kian asked.
”Exactly. No matter how far I go, they won’t fade. Apollo and Hylonomne are naturally well-disposed toward humans, so they should obey your whims, Lady Aliona – at least to a point,” Talia explained.
”Is that other demon just as friendly?” Kian asked.
Talia’s mouth pulled into a sharp, sour line. “That one is a lost cause. He isn’t the type you ever want to leave off his leash,” she muttered.
”He didn’t exactly seem like the listening type even when you were around,” Kian noted.
”He’s a tool of convenience. If I had the choice, I’d never summon him at all,” Talia admitted.
”My, my,” Aliona said, her eyes heavy with sleep as she watched them with a carefree air. “Even familiars have their own little quirks and tempers, don’t they?”
”While you’re on standby as Asterios, General Isthbaran and I will hold Grass Island. If the worst should happen, I’ll provide support through your right arm,” Talia said to Kian.
”The Balinars are supposed to be busting their humps to protect the island. Do you not trust them?” Kian asked.
Talia shook her head slowly. “Trust isn’t the issue. If the sky-array on Cyclops Island is a trap, the enemy could use a diversionary force to take Grass Island in a swift counter-strike. If we lose it, the supply lines between Water Island and the Underworld will be severed. If Scipio is committing his entire strength to Cyclops, we can’t count on the Crete army to bail us out,” Talia explained.
”Leave the Underworld to me, dear. I’ll take a quick nap, then get back to work expanding the gates to the other-worldization. If anything goes wrong, I’ll send word through the Crete liaison waiting offshore,” Aliona said.
”I’m counting on you,” Kian replied.
The matter was settled. Looking up, the sunlight filtering through the clouds had turned a deep, bruised amber. It was likely just past three in the afternoon.
Kian knew he had to fly ahead as Asterios to brief Guria and Isthbaran. Guria, in particular, would need to accompany the ship as his owner. If she was currently mid-nap, he’d have to drag her out of bed and into her armor immediately.
With a final look, Kian left the rest to Talia. He slipped into the shadows, carefully masking his presence so Rita wouldn’t catch a glimpse of the change, and teleported toward Grass Island.
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Teleportation was strictly forbidden for Kian himself, but as Asterios – whose very summoning from the Underworld relied on such magic – the restriction didn’t apply. It was a loophole he was happy to exploit.
He materialized on the private beach in front of Merchant Guild Kian. Isthbaran was already emerging from the guild hall, and Kian didn’t waste time with pleasantries as he explained the situation.
Isthbaran had already heard rumblings of the assault on Cyclops Island. Guria had intercepted word from a liaison of the Order of the Lightning Knights earlier that morning.
”Were you able to communicate with her clearly?” Kian asked.
”Indeed. She understands enough of the Common Tongue to get by, and for everything else, gestures suffice. If we’re on the sand, we simply draw in the dirt,” Isthbaran replied.
”And here you were claiming you didn’t know a word of Azrael. I saw you greeting her,” Kian teased.
”My Lord, you may not have noticed, but we have been here for a full month. With the ears of a Wolfman, one can pick up the rhythm of a language quite easily if they have the mind for it,” Isthbaran said.
”Impressive,” Kian muttered.
”More importantly, this strike on Cyclops Island… are you not going to stop Scipio?” Isthbaran asked.
Kian was surprised. He’d expected the old warhorse to be chomping at the bit for a fight. For a man who lived for wine, food, and blood, this hesitation was out of character.
”You have a bad feeling about this too?” Kian asked.
”I do. I couldn’t tell you exactly why… but there is a foul scent in the air,” Isthbaran replied. He looked out past the breakwater toward the ships of Merchant Guild Kian, his gaze seemingly piercing through to the Balinar fleet patrolling the distance. “The men of Crete are drunk on rage. They can only see the path forward. In my experience, that is when lines of communication fail, units break rank, and disaster strikes.”
”The intuition of an old soldier who’s spent too many years on the front?” Kian asked.
”Precisely. I may not share your Hawk’s Eye ability to command the entire field at once, my Lord, but I can feel the breath of the soldiers. And right now, the air is thin,” Isthbaran said.
As Isthbaran finished, the front doors of the guild hall swung open. Guria stepped out, already clad in the uniform of the Order of the Lightning Knights she’d worn to see Rita off. Her tawny hair was a mess of sleep-tangled knots.
”Kian! Thank the gods you’re safe! What about Rita?” Guria cried.
”She’s fine. The enemy tried to scramble her mind, but she came out of it unscathed,” Kian answered.
Guria let out a long, shuddering breath, the tension leaving her shoulders. “Thank goodness… she’s really okay.”
”She is,” Kian affirmed.
Guria looked at Isthbaran. “Morning, General.” She then turned back to Kian, her eyes searching his bestial Asterios face. “I heard we’re moving to the ships.”
Kian nodded solemnly. “We’re going to be backup for your brother. I hope it’s a quiet night, but we have to be ready.”
”Talia and Rita will be here in a few hours – at sundown. The three of us will board and set sail. Rita still doesn’t know that I’m Asterios, so for the love of everything, don’t slip up and call me Kian,” he warned.
”I know, I know. But… I’m worried about the barrier on Grass Island. Can you check the perimeter before we go?” Guria asked.
”I’m the wrong guy for that, nmo. That time I fixed it before? That was actually Talia working through me, mou,” Kian admitted.
”Perhaps a simple patrol, then? And we should secure a proper crew from the base of the Order of the Lightning Knights. None of us actually know how to sail that ship Scipio gave us,” Isthbaran suggested.
”Good point. We don’t have time to go fetch a skeleton crew from Ms. Priscilla… we’ll head to the southern base and see who we can scrounge up while we patrol,” Kian agreed.
”I shall follow,” Isthbaran said.
”Guria, I can’t fix the magic, but I’ll keep an eye out. We’ll go see if we can talk the Knights into lending us a navigator, nmo,” Kian said.
”Medea should still be at the base. If I talk to her, she’ll give us a crew. I’ll make sure of it,” Guria said, her voice firming up.
”I’m counting on you, nmo. Oh – and one more thing,” Kian said, hesitating. He’d promised Rita he wouldn’t tell, but as he looked at Guria, he knew she was the only one who could bridge the gap.
”When Rita gets here… please, do whatever you can to make her feel like she has a reason to live,” Kian said quietly.
”What? What do you mean?” Guria asked, confused.
”She remembered everything. The fact that she was Nizaam’s pet assassin… the political hits… and the fact that she accidentally killed her own mother. She’s in a dark place, Guria. She’s looking for a reason not to throw her life away. She needs to hear that she has a right to exist – that she isn’t just the sum of her sins. You’re the only one who can save her from herself,” Kian said.
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Summary:
Kian visits Rita on the beach, bringing lunch and discussing her regained memories. Rita reveals her traumatic past as a prostitute’s daughter sold to Nizaam, an assassin and warrior monk. They address her exile from the Lightning Knights and her complex loyalties as a mercenary. Rita vows to spare her mentor, Shidarkan, but remains dedicated to protecting Crete and Guria. Kian includes Rita in the reserve force near Cyclops Island. Talia and Rita head to Grass Island, while Aliona stays behind. Kian, in his Asterios form, coordinates with Isthbaran and Guria. He shares Rita’s tragic past with Guria, urging her to help Rita find redemption.
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Trivia:
- Rita’s clothes are replicas that will vanish if she attacks.
- Kian was essentially acting like a pervert in the mental realm to save her.
- Rita killed her own mother before joining the Knights.
- The language teacher Shidarkan is a key figure from her past
- Rita cannot teleport due to a ‘Teleportation Stop’ and the risk of her body being shredded by the Spiritual Vein.
- There is a spy within the Crete army leaking patrol routes.
- The night raid is being driven by emotional desire for revenge among younger soldiers.
- Rita was created by Nizaam, a legendary swordsman
- Kian’s teleportation is a technical loophole restricted to his Asterios form.
- Isthbaran’s wolfman senses allow him to ‘smell’ impending disaster in the air.
- Talia’s support for Kian is linked to his right arm.
- Rita’s trauma includes accidental matricide and a past as a master assassin.
- The mission is a high-risk gamble as Scipio has committed most forces to Cyclops Island
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Character Insight:
Rita shows significant vulnerability and shame regarding her past and her interactions with Kian in the dream world. Kian exhibits a dark, battle-hungry side, contemplating a ‘mutual killing’ even while bringing her food.
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Behind the Scenes:
The chapter emphasizes the ‘flower district’ background as the source of Rita’s surprisingly refined feminine habits despite her warrior profession.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• 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.
• Ryu – Linca’s little brother.
• Talia – A high-ranking vampire spirit currently possessing the body of Lyritisse. In this form, she has flaxen hair, blue eyes, and thick lips.
• Eirene – A white-haired fox-woman beastman. Rita’s mother. Her beauty fades over the course of the dream-shift due to her environment.
• Leprobus – Rou’s comrade who sacrificed his chance to escape during a pirate raid by pushing Rou off in a small boat. He returned to the deck, sword in hand, to protect the others. Distinguished by his giant blood and burning red hair, marking him as more than human. He is released by Kian on Cyclops Island jail.【v4c23】.
• 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.
• Sadiq – A man in his late twenties with a scar on his cheek and sun-baked skin. A warrior monk with high muscle mass.
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
• 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.
• 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.
• Isthbaran – The High Warlord of the ‘Storm Herd.’
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