Just before entering the inn, I could see 5 women dressed in silver plated armor, just like how Alfred was wearing.

Looking back at it, I feel terrible for the Royal Guards.

They only did their job, but when I remembered the princess’ words about her not able to do it ‘This time’, all pity freezed off.

Rather than just passing by the inn, they entered, and for some reason, I felt danger.

Curiosity took over me and I did not heed my instincts.

I entered the inn, and a cold, suffocating atmosphere was felt.

Looking at the source, it came from one of the ‘Guards’, seemingly the captain, as she talked to the Innkeeper.

Once they noticed my presence, one of the ‘Guards’ came towards me.

“Have you seen a tall, blue haired woman?”

She asked.

Obviously I have, but I can’t just tell without knowing their relationship.

“I might have, what is your relationship to her?”

As the other members heard me, I could feel bloodlust concentrate on me.

Sadly for them, I adapted to it as if I was breathing air.

The one who was asking me sighed, then opened her mouth.

“Who you have seen is the first princess, and we are her personal guards.”

“Any proof?”

“See this sigil?”

She points towards a sigil placed on her left chest.

Oh, this is indeed real, according to the books that is.

Well, I don’t want to antagonize them, so I quickly told them about her whereabouts.

“I met her while she was seemingly walking away from the inn, about 10 minutes earlier.”

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“Are you sure?”

“Yes yes… Long, slim, blue straight hair that falls down to her hips, cold expression, wearing a green short dress.. Need anymore proof?”

“... That.. is strangely accurate, but yes, that fits the bill, thank you for your cooperation.”

I flashed a small smile until they left, and I could feel people gasping for breath once the guards were out.

Those who were still awake had astonished expressions, since I’m the only one, other than Rudolf, who was able to stand up to the pressure with ease.

Rudolf had the same expression as well, as if asking “How could a child like him stand up to their combined pressure.”

To end the silence, I asked for a copper’s worth of food, then got to waiting.

While I sat at my table, a familiar face walked towards me.

“Waiting for someone?”

Asked Adam, the Adamantine Arm.

“No, feel free to take a seat.”

With that, he pulled the wooden chair and sat.

Looking at him closely, he looks like a man in 50s, with a leather armor and spider silk pants.

A brown beard adorned his face, with his dark brown eyes.

“How’s your arm? It was pretty beaten up last time.”

“I had a healer do the job, don’t really feel at ease without my arm doing some work.”

He then proceeds to call for the waitress, and orders a couple of different foods.

Once Bob stopped helping the people outside, he reunited with the other Arms, and they entered together.

Adam's eyes widened, as if he recognized the Buff looking Arm.

Once Bob saw him, he came straight at us, well, specifically Adam, and started floating around him as if doing some ritual.

“What is that Arm doing?”

“That’s Bob, the one that beat you, and he is happy to see you, so that is their way of showing it.”

“You named them?”

“Obviously, as you can see, each Arm can think on their own.”

“Never heard of that..”

“Me neither, but they keep me company, so I can’t complain now, do I?”

“Where are you from?”

“All that I could say is that I’m not from here.”

I didn’t really lie to him, since I did not come from this world.

“I see… By the way, you look to strong for your age, care to explain how?”

“Let’s say it is a unique class and end it with that, hm?”

“Careful one, aren’t you, I like that.”

Finally, the food came and it was high time to stuff myself.

While eating, I got the idea of telling the hands to write using mana on the air, and they agreed.

I told them to start off by writing their names, and they did it without a hitch, while still maintaining the same amount of mana I give.

After that, I told them to try their best to communicate with others using this method, rather than translate it each time.

Having a chat with Adamantine Arm, he told me his tales of adventuring to lands near the center.

Telling me all about his discoveries, I listened intently, with a flickering flame lighting up within me.

Finally having our food served, we ate, then said our goodbyes, with me renting a room for the night, to start planning out my journey.

What, thrill is one of a man’s desires, and I’m no different.

Using the information from the books, and the maps, I planned out my adventure by going to the north, then west, and finally south.

Not letting go of this opportunity, I got on the bed, and closed my eyes in hopes of having a good dream.

Dreamland, here I come!

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====Chapter 12 end===