Not only fallen elves, but other fallen creatures were typically crazy as well.
Here in Alnarkiz, he was far more open about these traits than he ever was on Earth.
He never shared any of this on Earth. Sure, he didn’t particularly enjoy interacting with others, but he knew that living in isolation would only lead to problems and emotional regrets, so he chose to engage with as many people as possible. He was quite good at it and enjoyed the process and the results.
His core personality hadn’t changed, but he believed that with time, it would inevitably be forced to change. Now?
No.
“Isetra,” Reid called out, prompting a “Hm?” from the man. He continued, “Is there a possibility that the original soul of this body is taking over?”
Isetra’s eyes widened slightly before he laughed casually.
“Don’t worry, the summoning procedure makes that impossible. Do you have some personality issues? It’s not uncommon for transmigrators to have that kind of problems.”
“Well, yes,” he sighed quietly. “If the scenario I mentioned won’t happen, I suppose it’s fine, then.”
Isetra puffed out his chest. “You can consult me with your problems. I’m always available for my subordinates.”
“What is even your job?” Reid blurted out, unconsciously showing his disdain. His laid-back attitude is quite vexing.
Isetra ignored his disdain and only chuckled. “I’m your guide. I always spare time for the Ruined Saints!”
“Doesn’t an organization like yours require administrative work and such? You’re supposed to be the leader.”
“Of course, I know that. I just dump all that on the vice-chairman of Highdawn. Ah! Don’t say that’s irresponsible!”
It turned out that Isetra personally would guide the volunteers or transmigators to work as Ruined Saints. He and a few others didn’t face much trouble because the number of volunteers and transmigators tended to be small.
“Well, rather than hearing all this, you’d better head over there, introduce yourself to everyone,” Isetra said before throwing a pouch at him. “Bronze, sterling, and gold coins are the primary currencies of the fortress city of Black Moon. One sterling was equal to one hundred bronze, and one gold was equal to one hundred sterling. Daily meals normally require a mere twenty bronzes. You're given twelve sterling, but that isn't for food, but for your occupational necessities as Highdawn recruit. Now go, if you don’t have any more questions.”
Reid concealed his exasperation at Isetra's act of tossing the pouch, examining the contents silently. Indeed, there were twelve silver-colored coins inside with some sort of engraving on each side.
He nodded. “I’ll head to the inn now.”
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“See you later, then.”
Isetra waved as Reid headed for his living quarter.
It had two floors and several rooms he assumed were bedrooms. There was a courtyard, and a double door leading into the building itself.
Reid entered through the front door and almost stopped in his tracks at the sight before him.
The scene reminded him of the taverns usually found in medieval fantasy stories. This inn has a tavern? No, I guess that’s only natural. Earth's traditions could be passed down here, considering all the transmigrators.
The place wasn’t very spacious. The tables and chairs could accommodate at most two dozen people.
Almost everything looked like wood, which made him wonder where it all came from.
He initially thought there would only be at most six people, consisting of two innkeepers and four members of the group Isetra mentioned, but Reid could count at least fourteen people inside, including the innkeepers.
Not just humans, but a race like his own, and humanoid creatures with fur, horns, scales, and demonic appearances, were mixed together. Reid could see three groups at the customers’ tables.
They might be the Ruined Saints, he thought. Isetra had indicated that the Ruined Saints of Highdawn consisted of volunteers and transmigrators. This inn in particular was used by the transmigrators.
“Ah, welcome to Ashlyn’s Inn,” a woman who looked to be in her early twenties greeted Reid with a kind smile. “Here for the meals or to stay the perpetual night, Sir Elf?”
***
Reid paid 50 Bronze for the night, which included meals for the day. Some of the other customers— who he guessed were Ruined Saints from their gear— reacted to his arrival, but he could calmly make his way to his room.
The room had a single bed with slightly soft material. Though it was still leaning on the hard side and pretty much uncomfortable to lay on, he figured he’d get used to it with time.
Despite the room’s very old appearance, it wasn’t dusty and was tolerable if you ignored the looks.
There was a lantern above a small table that could be turned on and off at will. There was also a window looking outside.
Staring at the dark sky of Black Moon, Reid couldn't just shake the feeling akin to despair deep inside his heart.
He initially just wanted to sit on the bed, but ended up lying down.
He thought about his "Authority," his power in this world.
Atronia had mentioned that activating the Authority for the transmigrators was instinctive. For the knowledge, it could easily be learned. The Authority from a higher being made it easier as well.
Reid imagined a black screen with white text in his vision, and soon enough, it appeared.
[Profile Description—]
The screen was familiar. He vaguely remembered it from before he woke up in the sarcophagus-like object.
That seems pretty grim, Reid thought, oddly feeling like laughing.
The edges of the black screen looked like torn paper, as if saying that his condition was still influenced by something unpleasant. At least the white text was normal. All in all, it was a simple profile screen with a dark theme.
Reid focused his mind on Profile Description, bringing up another screen with more text.
[Profile Description (Aumanas Ilruma): Son of Eldorian Ilruma and Lytharia Ilruma, and younger brother of Saurilana Ilruma.
A newly appointed Wandering Mage tasked with seeking a better life outside Kirwell Forest, but unfortunately corrupted by the Eclipsed Monarch and stripped of all his privileges as an elf at the end of his life]
Reid frowned, noticing something wrong.