Stabbing her a couple more times just in case, I drop her onto the ground, savoring the sheer brilliance of my strategic prowess. Searching her body, I find six more bronzes and a half-eaten loaf of bread. Disgusted, I throw the bread on the ground; I don't want to get a fantasy plague or something—clearly, I have standards that these peasants can't comprehend.
Finding a new alley to grace with my presence, I sit in wait again, fully aware that the entire fantasy world should be honored by my mere existence. This time, I shall grace these pitiful denizens with my inquiries about this fantasy world. I still don't know many things like how to learn magic or why I was summoned, as if anyone in their right mind would dare to summon me without a grandiose purpose.
After a while of waiting, I finally find another victim. This time, I decide to spare him the indignity of a mere stabbing; instead, I opt for a more sophisticated approach, choking him into unconsciousness with a precision only achievable by someone of my unparalleled skill. Confiscating his meager four bronze coins, I contemplate how to prevent him from scurrying away upon awakening. Naturally, I decide to bestow upon him the privilege of being disabled below the waist. Stabbing at his spinal cord, the blade goes deep inside him. He awakens immediately, screaming, undoubtedly overwhelmed by the honor of experiencing pain at my hand.
“Calm down, you imbecile!” I shout at him. But he persists in his pitiful wailing, oblivious to the privilege of being cursed by me. Giving him a condescending slap, I inform him, “Calm down, idiot, I’ve placed you under a curse so you don’t run away; that’s why you cannot feel your legs.” The poor idiot started crying and said something about having a family and that he didn’t do anything wrong. I slap him again and tell him, “Shut up, I won’t kill you, you imbecile, as long as you listen to me.” He finally falls silent, gazing at me with a semblance of calm, as if he realizes the extraordinary fortune of being in my divine presence.
“As long as you answer the questions, as bizarre as they might be, I’ll consider lifting the curse, and you can just go.” He nods in servitude, recognizing the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to assist someone of my grandeur. So I ask my first question, casually asserting my dominance, “Where are we right now?”. "W-we're in the Amber Empire, Lomond, m'lord. “
“What do you know about magic?” "M-magic? Nobles know it, sir. S-sophisticated stuff. We, commoners, just hear whispers."
“And where do these nobles go to learn magic?” "Nobles and magic learnin', um, they go to Eloureth's academy.”
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And where is its loca–”. The man fell unconscious, probably because of the blood loss, that sucks. Finishing the man off, I go on to find another ally. pulling the same trick a couple more times, I find out that the academy is located in the wealthy district close to the castle. I asked if any of them knew anything else about a different place to learn magic but nothing came of it. I also asked about the royalty in this kingdom. Apparently, the king’s name is King Oven VI, his daughter, the annoying blonde, is Princess Ellenor. I also asked about heroes and summons. Apparently, I was summoned to this stupid world to slay the demon king or something, how original *sigh whatever.
Counting my gains for today, I end up with a total of 1 silver and 22 bronze, all in a day’s work of allowing these lesser beings the privilege of contributing to my glorious existence—because, let's be honest, they're lucky to have someone of my caliber among them.
I indulge in another loaf of bread and drink some water that I bought at the inn, bringing me down to a silver and 19 bronze. Going up to my room, I sleep in my clothes. After all, given my actions in these simpletons, I can't trust that they wouldn't dare to mimic my greatness. And with that, I fall asleep, secure in the knowledge of my undeniable superiority.
I wake up to somebody bashing at my door. I immediately get up and go next to the door so when he opens it he won't notice me—because why should anyone have the privilege of catching me off guard?
After the door finally breaks in and swings open, a burly man walks in. I seize the opportunity and aim for his neck. Alas, my dagger misses, but I manage to stab his right shoulder. The dumb brute pushes me away, underestimating my superior combat skills. I quickly scan the room for a suitable weapon. A wooden chair catches my eye—adequate, I suppose.
I grab the chair while the fool attempts to extract the dagger from his shoulder, apparently not knowing that if he pulled the dagger out, his bleeding would get worse, the dimwit.
As I grab the chair, the stupid man shows his misguided determination by actually pulling the dagger out. Predictably, the wound starts bleeding worse—typical commoners. As the man drops the dagger, he pulls out a slightly worn-out sword from the scabbard on his hip. The man charges at me and slashes at me from above. I dodge to the right and slam the chair into his side. This man does not know how to use a sword; he just swings that thing like a club, which means that the sword is probably stolen.
He swings a right swipe; I jump back and get nicked at my stomach. I bash him with the chair again, and the chair's two front legs snap off. The man seems disoriented and a bit pale—clearly outmatched.
The man faints a stab but slashes to my right again. I pool up my chair, and the sword gets stuck into the chair. Letting go of it, I jump back, and crouch to grab the dagger that the idiot just dropped.
The man, who finally removed his sword from the chair, charges at me again and swipes at my head. I bend down and stab at his side. He can only watch me as I stab him. Pulling the dagger out, I step back. The man is looking worse for wear; he's shaking, and his face is all pale. He gives another slash, but it is sloppy and slow, so I step back and finally stab his throat. The man falls onto the ground, finally dead.
I close the non-functional door and slide down against it. After taking a breather, I look over the man's equipment. Of course, I take the sword and I also find a silver and a bronze coin, after a while of searching, I find a folded parchment in one of his pockets. After opening it, I see my lovely face adorned with the text: bounty dead or alive, reward 12 gold.