Ruined Inn
At least he has the sense to understand that we shouldn't stay here, though I'm not sure how to respond when hear him mention I remind him of his sister.
No matter how I look, I'm a man, right? There's no way I should be reminding anyone of anyone's sister, right?
... The fact that it already feels strange to refer to myself in such a way mentally definitely doesn't give me very hopeful vibes, but I can't dwell on that right now.
"If there's water, then we definitely need to find an easy way to transport it," I comment. "I imagine they probably would have had something in storage to make it easier to carry around rather then lugging around big heavy barrels, so we can probably use that. Given what kind of world this seems to be, I'm guessing waterskins or something like that.
It looks like the dragon-man found a journal, or something like that. I don't need to look at it too closely to get the jist. Something terrible happened here, that killed a lot of people and then used the dead as soldiers. If there's anything good about this knowledge, it's that it seems like it confirms that my guess about it not being any sort of virus is correct. It sounds more like it was some sort of attack, which is bad but at least it's not some sort of weird zombie apocalypse fantasy world.
If I have to die an be reborn in another world, being reborn in something out of an off-kilter survival horror game would definitely make my already-bad situation even worse.
...
It's not that I don't feel bad for the people who lived here. The sight of the fallen lady knight is plenty grim, and the innkeeper's son must have suffered horribly. But I never met them. There's a distance between us that won't be closed, now that they're gone.
"... This place must have really been bustling, before all that happened," I find myself commenting, before sighing, "... You're right, let's gather some bags and get moving. The faster we get out of this city, the faster we'll be out of immediate danger. Then we can get our bearings.
... A bell...?
There's no mistaking it. I can hear it loud and clear. It's a bell, kind of like what you'd expect to hear from a western church or something similar.
Out the window, I can see the undead suddenly turning, walking down the street, in the direction of the sound. Did someone ring it, or was it set to do that on its own? Why did the undead respond to it like that?
These are all uneasy questions, aren't they? But in the here and now, it means we can leave without getting immediately attacked.
I inhale deeply.
"Alright. I don't know how to fight, so I shouldn't go first. I think the hammer girl-" I pause for a moment.
I don't know anyone's names.
"We... we should probably introduce ourselves, shouldn't we? I'm-"
Erk.
On one hand, my real name will let everyone know that I was-I
am a man.
On the other, it'll let them know I'm a man, which will make my situation a thousand times more awkward then it already is.
I'd prefer to put that revelation off a little, as much as it pains me a bit.
"... C-call me Sephily, for now..."
... Hopefully no-one else here has read
The Elf Mage Doesn't Approve.
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Witch's Household
"An... animatronic?" the elderly tortoise asked, "Oh, my... Is that like an automata?"
He chuckled warmly.
"I'm afraid I'm nothing so grand as that. These old bones are all natural."
He bowed his head once more as the goblin departed inside.
"... You're talking plenty of nonsense," Ilsa said, after a few moments of incredulous staring, "But the more I hear, the more it sounds like you aren't drunk or under the influence of anything else. And since you really don't seem to know anything, maybe you
are from somewhere far away."
She let out a heavy sigh.
"I suppose I can't blame you for disturbing the shrine, then, but now I have to
explain to you..." she complained aloud, her shoulders sagging.
"Well, Ilsa, it
is your job, you're the Witch of the Forest after all~"
The silky-smooth, playful, sultry female voice seemed to come out of no-where. But, in fact, it had escaped the beak of the raven perched upon Ilsa's shoulder.
The Substitute Witch stared blankly at her for a moment.
"
Now you talk, and it's just to give me trouble?" she nearly growled with a glare at the midnight-colored bird, "Aren't familiars supposed to make a witch's life
easier?"
The raven simply snickered, before hopping off of Ilsa's shoulder. A flurry of black feathers surrounded it, through which the sight of its body expanding and shifting could just barely be glimpsed.
When it concluded, it had been replaced with a pale-skinned, black-haired woman with dark makeup, wearing equally dark clothing, with a rather low cut. Compared to Ilsa, she was considerably taller, and with a much more mature figure.
The only thing that marked her true nature was the feathers protruding from her wavy hair on either side of her head.
"Forgive dear Ilsa, she's been quite surly recently," the raven woman said, smiling pleasantly.
Ilsa's glare only intensified.
"And
you're certainly not helping. Hmph."
Crossing her arms over her chest, the Witch inhaled deeply before continuing.
"Since you don't know anything, I'll at least tell you where you are. This is the Great Sea of Green, the Forest of Lorkay. The largest forest in these lands, and the one blessed with the most natural richness."
Despite the fact she almost certainly was not responsible for the forest, it sounded like she was proud of it all the same.
When she spoke again, her voice had taken on a darker tone.
"And that shrine was once a place of worship, for the divine spirit that dwelled in these lands. That time passed long ago, though, and now it's just a ruin. Those who approach it are likely to be hunted down and devoured by that creature without my intervention, which is why it's strictly off-limits."
Her voice was more quiet as she continued.
"Unfortunately, just staying away from the shrine isn't always enough these days... In any case,as long as you stay here, you'll be safe. Just don't leave without me, and don't follow any fairies, or else you'll get to learn first hand about the Spiraling Path and the Garden of False Reflections."
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