Volume 11 Chapter 4 The Fairy Parade
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Well, well. To think we’d be forced into a last stand at this late hour!!”
A Demonkin man made a deliberately theatrical show of his frustration, practically performing for the gathered generals.
”All because some so-called Warrior-Chief couldn’t hold his own—the battlefield’s tilted against us in an instant,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Ah, what a shame. You were all so busy boasting about how they’re only Humans, but the moment you actually lead an army, your brilliant strategy amounts to zero against Orrid’s walls. Taking ages to fight, letting them hit your flank—some people just can’t help being a liability, can they? Isn’t that right, Lord Roldi?”
”…Tch.”
Demonkin soldiers lined the battlefield.
Behind them, the generals sat shoulder to shoulder in a loose semicircle.
”Orrid abandoned magic in favor of anti-magic defenses,” the first strategist said, his tone clipped and tactical. “Their forces still have Cyrus’s Shield—the one that terrorized the last Human-Demon War. We lost too much time taking Orrid, and the Beast Country reinforcements arrived. Between that and the Vampire army’s defeat, the enemy is overperforming our worst projections. We need to fundamentally reassess their strength.”
”No. Our assessments weren’t wrong,” the second countered, his voice measured and precise. “We knew Orrid wouldn’t fall easily. The Beast Country reinforcements were always part of the plan. The real failure—Dayrid, which was supposed to prevent exactly this—is still under enemy control.”
The suppression of Dayrid.
That had originally been Roldi’s assignment.
”If I’d been there, taking Dayrid would’ve been child’s play,” the sarcastic general said, his tone silk over steel. “But no—I was called back because you lot couldn’t manage. Oh, speaking of which… wasn’t it you who lost to a rabble of amateur Humans before? Of course Sir Bandanzine had to rely on me—he had no other choice.”
They were already facing the Beast Country reinforcements on the battlefield.
And yet, the air among them was tense.
”Lord Heüry,” Bandanzine said, turning to the seated figure to his left. “How are the preparations?”
”Perfect, sir,” Heüry replied with a warm confidence. “I’ve laid over a hundred trap blades. They charge in, we’ll carve off a thousand at least.”
”Once Heüry’s compression is released, the blades will expand to their full size, shatter their front lines, and rain blood,” the trap specialist said, her voice analytical, almost clinical. “But if the enemy doesn’t take the bait, they’re useless. If they don’t come to us, we’ll need a plan to lure them out—otherwise, all that prep goes to waste.”
”Hmph. If it works, it works,” the other specialist grunted.
”Excuse me?!”
Among the gathered generals, two had clearly fallen out.
But the scene seemed so familiar that no one scolded them—no one even worried.
”You lot,” Bandanzine announced, his voice cutting through the tension. “I have unfortunate news.”
The seated generals stood up together.
It was Earth General Bandanzine who had arrived.
He’d returned with someone who looked like a scout or an attendant.
”It seems the Succubi have completely defected,” Bandanzine continued. “They’ve apparently stormed the Moon Court. The Vampires surrendered and agreed to a ceasefire.”
”Kispe Shisa betrayed us…?!” one of the generals exclaimed.
The absence of Succubi from the front lines had been suspicious for some time.
But this was the Human Continent—with them holed up in Crimson Spire, contact was difficult, and confirmation was nearly impossible.
However, the one standing beside Bandanzine had fangs.
There was a spy in the Moon Court. Everything that happened there was an open book.
”Hanover despised Parl and was wise enough to seek Sir Bandanzine’s friendship,” the attendant said, his voice deferential and precise. “If he decided on a ceasefire…”
”Regardless—the Outsider forces are gone from the front lines,” Bandanzine said. “The Beast Demons have been out of contact for a long time. From here on, it’s just us swinging our blades.”
The Outsider forces they’d been using to clear the way were gone.
Now the Demonkin themselves would take heavy losses.
Bandanzine’s voice carried no pessimism.
As he sat and slapped his knee, the eyes turned toward him were sharp and determined.
”Now we can return home and openly eliminate the Succubi,” he said. “We can condemn Parl for harboring them, and curb their influence in the United Kingdoms. The Vampires—if Hanover’s willing—can be brought under our side under the guise of ‘surveillance.’”
”So we’ve removed the most troublesome Outsider faction,” the strategist observed.
”Which means the minimum war objectives are nearly complete, yes?” another added.
After all, no one expected to conquer the vast Human Continent in a single campaign.
A prolonged war would put the Demon Lord’s Army—crossing the sea by ship—at a disadvantage. This wasn’t about winning or losing so much as attrition.
Thus, this war wasn’t about total domination of the Human Continent.
It was about reducing Human numbers through annihilation. And weakening the hostile Outsider factions.
Secondary objective: securing a beachhead in the southern Human Continent.
”The war must end in victory,” Bandanzine declared. “From now on, we concentrate on the Eastern Front and aim for total suppression of the Federation. Once objectives are complete, we withdraw immediately.”
Of the old Federation, only three cities remained: Orrid, Dayrid, and Barreith.
In practice, defeating the last Human forces gathered at Orrid—along with the Beast Country reinforcements—would mean victory.
”This battle has decisively weakened the Parl faction,” the strategist said. “However, we’ve also learned that the Earth Humans (Dwarves) and Demon Humans (Ogres) are far less cooperative and reliable than anticipated.”
”Good,” Bandanzine replied. “If we start listing problems, they’ll never end. The Forest People are also tied to the Earth Humans, wavering in their loyalty. Our original goal was to clean house before Dain stepped down. For now, just consider this a step forward. Ah, and one more thing…”
Bandanzine shifted the topic.
He let out a long sigh.
”I’ve received reports of a traitor among our ranks,” he said, his voice dropping. “Scouts confirmed a reaction consistent with one of our own. A Demonkin is fighting for the Humans—not as a spy, but as a turncoat.”
Demonkin possessed a racial skill of mental telepathy.
It worked through their horns, allowing them to recognize their own kind.
There had been concerns about such a possibility, but this reconnaissance had confirmed it.
”There’s no need to capture them,” Bandanzine ordered. “If you find them—execute them on the spot.”
”Understood,” the attendant replied.
For betrayal, there was only one price.
No matter the reason, siding with the Humans was unforgivable.
A figure pushed through the soldiers, jogging toward the command post.
He was lightly armored—a scout.
Reaching the gathered generals, he dropped to one knee.
”Reporting, sir,” he said, his tone formal and urgent. “I have received concerning intelligence.”
”…What is it?” Bandanzine asked, his brow furrowing at the scout’s careful phrasing. “The enemy making a move?”
”That’s just it,” the scout replied. “We’ve been receiving reports from multiple sources—sightings of figures resembling Fairies.”
”Fairies?!”
Several generals shot to their feet at the alarming news.
In this Federation, they had already suffered the humiliation of their comrades being transformed into Fairies.
Fairies were cruel and strange beings.
The mere mention of them was enough to make one shudder like a bug crawling underfoot.
”Are the Fairies cooperating with the enemy?” one general demanded.
”No, sir,” the scout said. “During reconnaissance, we detected no such entities. The enemy forces are predominantly Beastkin clans, with almost no other elements. A handful of Humans at most—no sign of Fairies…”
”Then why would Fairies be here…?”
It was common knowledge that Fairies were illusory beings.
They could be found in the Wasteland, perhaps, but there was no reason they should appear on a battlefield.
That meant it was likely the Fairy Queen’s decision.
But if they weren’t accompanying the Beast Country army, whose side were they on—and why were they here?
”Could it be a mistake?” another general asked. “Were they really Fairies? What about the possibility of enemy illusions?”
”I can’t rule it out, sir,” the scout admitted. “But multiple witnesses reported seeing them. I thought it wise to report. Personally, I haven’t confirmed it with my own eyes—”
Thump-thump-thump…
Something was walking. Small, short legs, a strangely casual pace.
The scout caught the movement in the corner of his eye, and his words died in his throat, his brow furrowing.
Whatever it was, it was walking right next to the scout.
A human head? No—a human head, walking.
Something you desperately didn’t want to believe was real.
Tiny limbs jutted from it, striding through the camp as if it owned the place.
Following it, something like a doll woven by a child crossed the path.
Shapes like scribbles given life.
Things that wouldn’t even pass as monsters—ugly works of art—stumbled between the soldiers.
”This is—?!”
”What the—?! Fairies?!”
The procession marched between the ranked soldiers, heading toward the center of the battlefield.
Noticing them, the soldiers began to panic.
Shapes that made you sick just looking at them, attacking the weak points of the mind.
Impossible art, given impossible life, marching forward.
Not just one or two. Once you noticed, they came one after another.
Gradually, they multiplied like an army, walking as naturally as if they belonged there.
Fairies make their own territory.
So if you see one—you’re already inside it.
Behind them, a flood of beauty had begun.
A small parade. Music beginning to play. Voices like melodies.
With the earth trembling, shadows covered the Demonkin troops.
”No—this is the Forbidden Witch’s Fairy Parade!!”
A high, but calm, childlike voice.
A song like scattered starlight echoed in their minds.
Zamknij okno.
Along with the trembling earth, a black shadow rose to pierce the heavens.
It was the shape of a woman in a black hat and black dress.
Tall enough to look up at—a giant woman, marching.
Zamknij drzwi na klucz.
Wczołgaj się pod łóżko.
Her attire was like one in mourning.
More giant human shapes appeared—one, then two.
As the soldiers on the battlefield erupted in chaos, a shrill melody began to sound, followed by a loud noise.
”What is that?!” someone shouted. “Singing? Instruments?!”
Small things flew through the air.
A brass band flew on wings, playing a loud, almost deafening tune.
Wielka królowa mnie szuka.
Fairies blew trumpets as they marched across the ground in a small parade.
Their outfits were cheap hemp that mocked the idea of a wedding.
And tiny fairies in fancy dresses danced through the sky, singing.
Długie, długie ramiona wyciągają się.
I wleką mnie na zewnątrz.
The generals stared wide-eyed at the bizarre spectacle.
Animals were walking and beating instruments.
It was as if a picture book had come to life.
Looking closer, even the insects beneath their feet were dancing as they marched.
”What in the world is happening…?!”
It was too strange, too weird.
Beastkin soldiers erupted in confusion.
Rosetta, Kuzuha, and Primlena stared in disbelief.
The wave that suddenly split the battlefield spread throughout the entire field.
Pomóż mi, tato.
Pomóż mi, starsza siostro.
Before they knew it, the meadow had turned into a flower field.
Despite the clear sky, multiple rainbow bridges arched overhead.
A sky so strangely beautiful it felt like a dream.
A scene straight out of a fairy tale was becoming reality.
Porwana w głąb płonącego morza.
Bang. The sound echoed.
The sword in a soldier’s hand—
At some point, the corn had fully popped.
Jestem rozrywana na kawałki.
Spears became bouquets. Armor became formal attire. Even at the exact midpoint facing the Demon Lord’s Army, popcorn was sprouting from the ground. Weapons meant for exchanging lives—the battlefield itself—was transforming into a celebration.
Gdzie jest moje ciało?
The sword-turned-popcorn fired a volley. POP-POP-POP. Crackling reports echoed all around like celebratory cannon fire. White smoke rose, drifting lazily upward, forming fluffy clouds—and the sweet scent wafting through the air turned this vast field into a party venue.
Kim jestem?
Whump. A puff of smoke—and a Beastkin soldier’s face became a dog from a child’s crayon drawing. Cats, pigs, cows, elephants, mice. One after another, soldiers transformed with a sound, their heads becoming animal faces.
”Whaaaat the hell is this!?”
”What the—?! Shit, everyone get back!!”
Soldiers’ faces kept changing, panic spreading across the battlefield. The Demonkin army was similarly thrown into disarray. Most likely the same situation as the Beast Country forces. Which meant: this wasn’t their doing. And the cause was obviously the parade that had appeared on the battlefield.
”Oi, Lizamis!?” Klock called to the one person who clearly knew what was going on. But her expression didn’t change—not that a spider had much of an expression to begin with.
”What the hell is this!? Is this Kupira’s doing?”
”Indeed. So it would seem,” Lizamis replied. “She did say she’d go all out.”
”‘All out’—what was she thinking!? Did she plan to throw a festival in the middle of a battlefield!?”
”Not a festival. A wedding. A bit unorthodox, I’ll grant you. Now then, groom. Step forward and receive your bride.”
The Demonkin soldiers had already begun retreating in large numbers. A deafening orchestra struck up. Fairies of every size—from palm-sized to giants—swarmed everywhere. The entire area was dominated by the Fairy Orchestra, playing with the noise of a carnival.
Lizamis was swinging around thread-bouquets with two of her legs. Klock considered swatting this giddy spider off his shoulder—but before he could, something appeared dead center on the battlefield.
A figure shrouded in white veils. A bride from the Fairy Realm, perhaps. Step. Step. It approached, unhurried.
”This… the kind of thing I should run from?” Klock muttered.
”What are you saying?” Lizamis asked. “Running from a bride is only acceptable when you’ve been caught cheating.”
”…Then maybe I should run.”
His skin crawled. That figure, unnaturally white from head to toe, its form entirely hidden—looked less like a bride and more like something concealing a monster within.
”My lord, fear not,” Flavia said, stepping forward. “If anything happens, I, Flavia, shall protect you.”
A powerful ally appeared. Flavia, who knew the Fairy Realm well, showed no sign of alarm, standing calmly at his side.
”Oh! Flavia! Then perhaps—” Klock started.
”Kupira is not an unreasonable person,” Flavia interrupted gently. “Let us first meet with her.”
But as she said that—in the brief moment he’d turned his face toward Flavia—the bride was gone.
He’d lost her. Panicking, he scanned the area. Fairies swarmed everywhere, loud and overwhelming. Some caught dancing insects mid-air to eat them; a dancing animal was killed mid-step, and now only its head remained, dancing while its body was devoured. Utterly abnormal. Was this the Fairy Realm?
But there was no bride to be found. A creeping unease climbed his spine. The same feeling you get when you spot a pitch-black demon from nightmare-world in your kitchen.
Tap-tap-tap.
Something poked Klock in the back. A signal to turn around—but he understood intuitively. It was there. Behind him. The one directly behind wasn’t Flavia. It was that bride from before.
”Hey. It’s me, Kup-Kup! Right behind you now!”
…
A child’s voice rang out behind him. High-pitched and bright as a sunflower. Carefully. He turned. Slowly, he looked back—but there was nothing there. Huh? He furrowed his brow, dropping his gaze to his feet.
”BOOOOOO!!”
”Whoa!?” Klock yelped.
A tiny child threw her arms wide. Klock flinched back, and she beamed, delighted.
”Whoa, I scared you, I scared you~~” she sang.
”Yaaay~~” the surrounding fairies cheered.
The child squealed with joy. At that, the palm-sized fairies swarming around her let out a cheer in unison. The girl spun, and her wedding dress fluttered apart into white butterflies—revealing a pale blue dress beneath. Brown-haired and cute, the child fairy raised a hand in a V-for-victory pose.
”…You’re Kupira?” Klock asked.
”Ding-dong!! Correct!!” she chirped. “Starting today, I’m Kup-Kup, the Apple Fairy!”
”…Huh?”
”Apple fa~iry, apple fa~iry, I’m the Apple Fai~ry, you see~”
The girl began to sing, and the surrounding fairies started dancing along, wiggling and shaking.
”Wha… what is this brat…?” Klock muttered.
Kupira shook her rear at him, wiggling it back and forth. For a kid, she sure acted like she was hot stuff—it was genuinely annoying.
…Wait, seriously? This was Kupira? Didn’t match what he’d heard at all. Wasn’t she supposed to look more like a monster? Sure, she had bug-like wings, but… she looked like a normal kid. Barely over a meter tall. No cursed eyes, no horns—just a child you’d see running around town. This was the dreaded fairy, Kupira.
”Oh, right!” Kupira stopped dancing on a dime. The surrounding fairies stopped too, all clapping their hands together in unison.
”Gotta do the vow-kiss!” she declared.
And with that, she pulled something from her pocket. Something writhing, black and red. A centipede. She popped it in her mouth—
”Mmm~”
”Like hell you will!?” Klock shouted.
Centipede in her mouth, its body dangling from her lips, the girl lunged at him. The writhing creature bore down toward Klock’s mouth. He shoved her head away—but her grip was unbelievably strong; he couldn’t shake her off. Her lips—and the centipede—kept coming.
”Wait, wait, wait—cut it out, you damn brat!!” he yelled.
”Mmmm~~”
Mysterious centipede-mouth-transfer. Wings fluttering furiously, the fairy girl pressed in. Klock reached for his left shoulder. He grabbed a handful of fluffy, oversized spider—ignored the old man’s startled “Huh!?”—and shoved the spider’s head straight into the fairy girl’s mouth.
”Fugh!?” Lizamis choked.
”Mmph!?” Kupira blinked.
The girl, now with Lizamis in her mouth, blinked. Kupira seemed to be savoring him. Lizamis struggled desperately.
”GYAAAH! Don’t chew! Spit him out!! Hey, wait—it’s ME! LIZAMIS!” the spider shrieked.
”Mm, chewy-chewy… tastes kinda like chocolate…” Kupira mumbled.
While this bizarre exchange was happening, Klock noticed the area was now swarming with fairies—like a blizzard on a snowy day, his entire field of vision was filled with them. Instruments blared chaotically, each playing a different tune until the music was incomprehensible. When he listened closely, the fairies were all singing whatever they wanted, so it was a mess. But this place had become fairy territory, and a parade of tiny figures was in full swing.
At his feet, fairies were roasting animals and playing catch-ball with insects’ heads—pretty gruesome games. Above, they arranged themselves like angels, playing trumpets. The bizarre, mystical spectacle left Klock speechless.
And so, that day, the battle against the Demon Lord’s Army never took place. What occurred instead was a large-scale change to the world. The Demon Lord’s Army was forced to retreat—what could they do when their weapons had turned into popcorn? They marched right past the Beast Country forces, who in turn didn’t pursue.
The Beastkin soldiers were too preoccupied with their own faces—now reduced to animal doodles—to give chase. By dusk, things had returned to normal, and the panic finally subsided. The war had been replaced by a parade, and both armies had been forced to participate as unwilling guests in the Fairy Parade.
”You there.” Lizamis’s voice came from the table. “That was rather harsh, don’t you think? I’ve never heard of a groom fleeing from the bride’s vow-kiss.”
”The harsh ones are you lot,” Klock grumbled.
That night. Camp had been established, and the troops were to spend the night in the middle of the field. In the campsite’s meeting tent, they’d discussed plans for tonight and tomorrow before dismissing. Now, alone in the empty tent—well, alone except for one spider—Klock stared up at the ceiling, exhausted.
Strictly speaking, it was one man and one spider. Lizamis sat on the table, chin propped on her legs—a distinctly human-like pose that no natural spider would ever strike. Though tonight, she was completely white. The ribbons on her legs were gone, replaced by thread-bandages wrapped all over. A faint, unpleasant smell clung to her—likely Kupira’s saliva.
”I never heard Kupira was some damn kid,” Klock muttered. “And when are all those fairies she dragged here going home?”
As if on cue, a soldier’s shout echoed from across the camp. Someone else had fallen victim to a prank—it’d been happening all evening. Hundreds of fairies were still zipping around the camp, and this was after most had left. There had been tens of thousands earlier, but they’d scattered to who-knows-where, leaving just these to torment the Beast Country forces.
Fairies were an absolute menace. Because they were clingy enough to drive anyone insane. They’d hide bugs under armor. They’d climb into pots just as you filled them with water, turning the whole thing into a bath-time game. They’d toss grasshoppers into boiling beans. And for “apology” pranks, they’d bring you a dead viper they’d found somewhere. Open a food box, and there were the dried fish, ripped to shreds, with palm-sized fairies sleeping off their feast.
In short: prank after prank after prank. The Beastkin soldiers’ roars of frustration never stopped. Even though the sun had set hours ago, the camp was noisier than ever. In the few hours since the Fairy Parade, Beast Country’s discipline had been completely destroyed by the fairy infestation.
”Rosetta and Kuzuha were both furious,” Klock said. “We’re not their playthings.”
But Kupira had come to marry Klock, so all responsibility fell on him. Protest though he might, the Wolf Princess herself had told him to deal with it. Rosetta, teeth grinding as a fairy gnawed at her ear, was genuinely terrifying.
Meina had caught several fairies in her mouth—a hunter’s talent showing itself. Primlena was somehow being chased by dozens of fairies. Kuzuha captured any fairies that came near, trapping them with magic and stomping on them without mercy. Flavia remained unbothered, completely unaffected.
”Indeed,” Lizamis mused. “Many surprises for me as well. But this is what it means to form a bond with fairies. Besides, marriage at a young age is hardly unheard of, is it?”
”Do fairies take centuries to grow up?” Klock demanded. “You’re saying I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life babysitting Kupira? Might as well drop her off at an orphanage. That ‘Ethereal Orchard’ place or whatever.”
”D-Divorce crisis…!!” Lizamis gasped.
According to Kispe, Kupira was supposed to have a monstrous appearance. He’d wondered how he’d treat her as a wife—maybe hoped she’d at least have large breasts. But the reality was a human child through and through. Not monstrous at all—which was nice, but seeing her as a wife was… difficult.
”At least do something about those fairies’ pranks,” Klock said. “You’re basically their guardian.”
”Apologies,” Lizamis replied. “They’re uncontrollable.”
The moon rose high, and the night grew late. Then, abruptly, the camp fell silent. The fairies vanished without warning—like tourists who’d had their fun at a new destination and moved on. Suspicious, Klock investigated, and the reason was simple: back in his own tent, a swarm of fairies had gathered. Like flies on an overfull trash bag, the sight was depressing.
”Hey there, brother-in-law!” a voice chirped. “This is our wedding gift for you. We got yelled at by a giant serpent for hunting too much, though. Man, the Wasteland woods are full of scary deer and snakes.”
”…What… the hell…?” Klock breathed.
Beneath the canvas. Lit by the Fire Magic Stone’s light—that was the sight. And the offerings scattered at his feet. Klock blinked.
Heaps of mountain delicacies: chestnuts, mushrooms, what looked like wild greens, and some bizarre reptile that was too fat to be a snake. Werer**apeblossoms and chrysanthemums considered food too? The tent was so filled with “gifts” there was nowhere to step. Whether fairy-procured food was safe to eat was a serious question.
”You’re…” Klock started.
He frowned at the figure before him. White hair, white skin. A black sclera with golden pupils like stars in one eye. In the other, a mysterious pupil containing the night sky itself. And horns—red-purple, dragon-like, unmistakably cursed.
”It was a lovely wedding. Congratulations,” the girl said smoothly. “And I’m lovely Kupu, your new sister-in-law. Starting today, I’m your sister-in-law. Are you a drinking man, brother-in-law? I’ve brought fairy wine to celebrate.”
She was a fairy girl in a gothic black dress, with a presence completely different from the others. Less a monster and more a work of art—a doll that had somehow come to life.
”Grill this demonic mushroom, and it pairs wonderfully with fairy wine,” she added.
She held a container made of what looked like some kind of fruit skin. As she lifted the lid, a rich, concentrated apple aroma filled the air.
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Translator’s Note: The Polish lyrics in this chapter translate roughly as:
Close the window.
Lock the door.
Crawl under the bed.
The great queen is looking for me.
Long, long arms stretch out
And drag me outside.
Help me, dad.
Help me, big sister.
Taken into the depths of the burning sea.
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Summary:
The Demonkin war council debates strategy against Human forces when news arrives of Succubus defection and Vampire ceasefire. A scout reports Fairy sightings, and before anyone can react, the Forbidden Witch’s Fairy Parade manifests—surreal, nightmarish beings marching through the battlefield as a giant woman in black leads a procession of grotesque art given life, the Polish lyrics echoing like a child’s lullaby turned horror.
The battlefield transforms into a chaotic wedding parade as fairies swarm and turn weapons into popcorn. Klock is forced into a surreal marriage with the childish fairy Kupira while the armies retreat in confusion. The night brings more fairy chaos at camp, leading to the arrival of Kupu, a gothic fairy who introduces herself as Klock’s new sister-in-law.
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Trivia:
The Majin Officer’s theatrical sarcasm masks genuine fear and insecurity about the battlefield situation.
Dayrid’s fall was originally Roldi’s responsibility, making his tch of suppressed fury a mark of personal failure.
Succubi defected to the Moon Court, forcing Vampires to surrender and accept a ceasefire.
Hanover’s decision to seek Bandanzine’s friendship suggests political maneuvering beyond the battlefield.
The Outsider factions were used as disposable front-line forces, now removed from play.
Demonkin can recognize their own kind through mental telepathy via their horns.
A Demonkin traitor is confirmed to be fighting for the Humans, not as a spy but as a turncoat.
Fairies can only be found in the Wasteland normally—their presence here indicates the Fairy Queen’s direct intervention.
The Polish lyrics function as a foreign incantation, creating otherness and horror even in the source language.
The Fairy Parade transforms the battlefield into a surreal flower field with rainbow bridges, subverting the war setting.
The Polish fragments represent Klock’s fragmented consciousness during the fairy transformation.
Kupira’s nickname “Kup-Kup” is used consistently throughout the text.
The Fairy Realm operates on different rules, where weddings are literal rituals performed on battlefields.
Fairies are a constant menace due to their chaotic and clingy nature, even after the main parade ends.
Lizamis is a spider who speaks with refined, elderly British RP and is often the voice of calm reason.
Kupu appears as a gothic fairy in black, contrasting sharply with Kupira’s childish chaos.
The camp is overrun by fairies who prank soldiers relentlessly despite the late hour.
Klock’s dialect is Northern English working-class, reflecting his rough and blunt personality.
Notes:
• Orrid – Southern pleasure town near Conro, known for its chaos and vice. Serves as Brigante’s next destination and Count Grasso’s sphere of influence. Rumored den of spies and mercenaries.
• Roldi – A tall, scarred Majin commander and stern Bandanzine officer who enforces order in Orrid, he leads the invasion with toxin-laced magic. Fiercely loyal to the old guard but resentful of younger rivals, he seeks redemption for past failures. He holds the Demonkin general in contempt, who in turn responds to the officer’s mockery with only a single, suppressed tch of fury.
• Dayrid – The city the Demonkin army is planning to attack next, intending to strangle Dayrid from land and sea. This confirms the Demonkin’s immediate military objective for Klock.
• Bandanzine – A scarred, authoritative veteran Earth General, this cynical “Second Demon Lord” and Heavenly King commands the Demonkin forces with cold, petty pragmatism. Lacking an Otherworld connection, he rivals Gildegant in power and harbors deep distrust toward Parl Forestier. He leads the Demon Lord’s Army with a dignified gaze, issuing strategic directives that reflect his harsh, antagonistic frontline nature.
• Heüry – A Demonkin general addressed with honorifics. He speaks with warm confidence and refined politeness, using Kyoto/Keigo-influenced speech patterns.
• Kispe – Queen Kispe, the Succubus Princess Asura, is a powerful Otherworld Apostle and winged Crimson Spire succubus with long black hair, amethyst eyes, a petite build, and a black-tied dress. Klock’s polite, efficient secretary and lover, she calmly manages vampires while teasing him telepathically. She is also connected to a past event involving Cianie.
• Hanover – An intelligent, manipulative Theocracy envoy and noble who reveals Parl orchestrated various conflicts while providing vital exposition on the Chosen Ones, Apostles, and the Abyss. Composed yet strategic, he constantly tests others’ resolve, validates Barutoro’s authority, and protects the Hero from Barreith’s political obligations, deeply embedding himself in these unfolding relationships.
• Parl – A mysterious dark mage with a hidden identity serves as the primary antagonist. Masked as the Chosen One, this sinner betrayed Teekua and murdered the first Hero.
• Scout – A lightly armored Demonkin scout who reports intelligence with formal Keigo. His speech is humbly deferential and precise.
• Forbidden Witch – A mysterious entity who announces the Fairy Parade. Speaks with old-fashioned, dramatic dignity using archaic masculine Japanese.
• Primlena – An orange-haired merfolk princess and priestess with long ears, she is a fierce council member and former Demon Lord officer. Sister to Primjune and leader of the Obsidian Riders, she protects the protagonist with wifely affection while secretly plotting Klock’s downfall. Recently, she was spotted flustered and targeted by fairies during the chaotic Fairy Parade, staring at the event in disbelief.
• Rosetta – A petite, charismatic Bairan Wolfkin princess, she is a cold, decisive tactician who commands the Beast Country army with absolute authority and terrifying rage. Recognizable by her white-and-black hair, jagged teeth, and fluffy tail, she protects her kin fiercely. Currently an ally of Klock and pregnant with his child, she stands in his formation, capable of severing magic with her formidable roars.
• Kuzuha – Princess of the Karakas Foxes and a skilled magic-user, she possesses long black hair, a black tail, and fur-covered arms. Pregnant with the protagonist’s child, she acts as a strategic scout alongside Klock and Rosetta, often clashing with rivals. She wields wind magic, shikigami, and the Sword Seal, dealing with fairies efficiently and without mercy, occasionally left in disbelief by them.
• Lizamis – Once the human Great Sage and Revealer, this large, hairy spider now manifests as a flickering entity clad in ribbon-tied knightly armor. Shifting between shadows and tapestries, she acts as a knowledgeable, archaic advisor to Klock, speaking telepathically from his shoulder. Bound by past echoes and capable of emerging from mirrors, she remains a refined presence amid the chaos of fairy antics.
• Klock – A mud-caked, purple-eyed Chosen One and battle-worn Conro master, this blunt, pragmatic tactician leads 2,600 soldiers. Though anxious, he uses profanity to mask his fear while wielding ‘Authority’ to phase through stone. As the reluctant groom to Kupira, he fiercely protects his disciples, succubi, and partners against political threats, balancing soldierly grit with deep devotion.
• Kupira – A white-haired, porcelain-skinned fairy outcast with cursed golden eyes, she was born from Queen Palze’s abandonment. Chosen by the familiar Kispe as a companion for Klock, she arrives with chaotic, childlike energy and a sing-song voice. Mischievous and overly enthusiastic, this fairy has now declared herself Klock’s bride, arriving to conduct their wedding ceremony.
• Flavia – Slender with pale, refined features, pointed ears, and a servant’s mark, she is Queen Isabella’s second daughter, Avery’s sister, and Princess of the Forest People. A calm, formal ally to Klock, she joined the Beast Country forces with Primlena. Devoted to Teekua, she uses Void and floral magic to protect the Fairy realm and fight as a decoy against vampires, always speaking with deferential politeness.
• Meina – A golden-haired cat-girl scout with feline ears and a tail, she serves at Larana’s inn. Speaking in the third person, she blends a vulnerable demeanor with predatory, hunter-like grace. Beyond her intimate bond with Klock and her history of delivering harrowing messages, she is a strategic powerhouse in the army and uniquely talented at handling fairies through unconventional, practical methods.
• Kupu – An adorable yet gothic Apple Fairy, she possesses pale skin, white hair, and mismatched eyes. Smaller than standard spirits, she features distinct red horns and an otherworldly aura. She identifies as Klock’s elegant sister-in-law, blending a delicate, fairy-like appearance with a refined, eerie presence that sets her apart from typical spirits.
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