[Sukamoka Vol. 4] Chapter 3 Part 3: The Woman Named Odette Gundakar

They were led to the back entrance of a large mansion along the river. The door was a bit small for Margomedari, but he could still manage after bending down and hunching his shoulders slightly.

“Excuse me…”

Following the girl who led them there, they passed through what seemed to be the kitchen, into the living room.

[Sukamoka Vol. 4] Chapter 3 Part 2: A Running Boy, A Chasing Girl

“You sure you don’t want me to erase them? Don’t worry, I won’t leave any evidence behind.”

“Don’t.”

We’ve repeated this conversation many times over.

Chased for so long, running for our lives.

We were even shot at (though none of them hit).

Then, just as we were about to get cornered at a dead end, we were saved by an Orc merchant who heard about us from Giggir.

[Sukamoka Vol. 4] Chapter 3 Part 1: Fugitives

[Sukamoka Vol. 4] Chapter 2 Part 6: The Winged Guard’s 1st Division

Margomedari Brompton. A Kikuroppe doctor and researcher.

Versed in numerous subjects from medicine, linguistics, astronomy, physics, engineering, history, economics, business administration, to mystic studies… He had enrolled in and graduated from college repeatedly over the past decades, and was an accomplished individual overall. The Kikuroppes were a relatively long-lived race, and it wasn’t uncommon for individuals to devote their long lives to academic pursuits. That being said, those who dabbled in different fields as widely as he did were few and far between.

A nominal member of the Collinadiluche Central Hospital, where he oversaw development of new medicines and research on patient care, he had also been researching Leprechaun ecology, and was the leader of the fairy maturation tuning project for decades. And despite the years that had passed, he still held the rank of Second Enchanted Weapons Technician that came with the position.

In short, he was the one who had tuned all the current mature fairy soldiers.

[Sukamoka Vol. 4] Chapter 2 Part 5: The Pair in the Darkness

Incidentally, there was a certain man at that place. His name was Margomedari Brompton, and he claimed to be the scum of the earth.

Regul Aire was inhabited by people of different races. Despite there being conflict among them, most did not confine themselves to homogeneous communities. Instead, they blended into  cultural melting pot to form cities and villages.

Nevertheless, there were some races that had difficulty living together with others. For example, it went without saying that the insectoid Myrmex, who made their nests in the soil, and the aquatic, fish-faced Habara were like that. Others like the Cygne, who made up the ruling class of the winged races, used culture and tradition as excuses for their refusal to mix with other races.