Graf Granat

Gold epaulettes ride the shoulders of a deep blue coat, the most commanding piece of the count's attire. Beneath it he leaves the upper buttons of a white shirt undone, and he pairs dark trousers with boots to match. Streaks of brown hair, parted toward one side, frame a face well into middle age.

First impressions of Granat are forbidding. He speaks without softening his words, even to the envoys Aura dispatches under the banner of peace, and the moment Frieren lunges at Lügner he has her hauled to the cells and sentenced to years behind bars. That hard shell hides a man still mourning his son, whose room he has kept tidy in the decade since the boy's death. He guards his people fiercely and carries deep empathy beneath the gruffness, lowering his defenses when Lügner spins a lie about a father lost to the fighting. Once the executioners drop their masks, he refuses to surrender the secret of the town's protective barrier even under torture.

Granat's domain has long stood against the undead legions of Aura the Guillotine, and her executioners arrive claiming to want terms. His instincts sharpen when Draht cuts down the guards posted outside Frieren's cell; reasoning that a mage who surrendered without resistance would never throw that away by killing a sentry, he ties the killing to Lügner's vanished underling and concludes the demons never meant to bargain. Seeing his own son's old dread mirrored in Stark, the count lies that addressing him casually is a punishable offense, a ruse to send the frightened warrior running, and presses the family crest on him so both Stark and the townsfolk might survive. He takes up his late son's sword against Lügner, parrying the demon's blood until a sudden thrust from behind slips through. After Aura falls, Granat oversees the cleanup and proper rites for her broken army, joins the rebuilding himself, and, standing over his son's recovered body, tells Frieren plainly that no one has earned his gratitude more.