Sorry for the late, I have reasons. Down below after you read it.

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I wonder if it’s bad that I lost my moral sense. No, it is definitely a bad a thing. I mean if I get too arrogant and selfish I will make mistakes that might kill me. Or worse. So I make a promise to myself to think first and act rationally. I don’t have to act as a lowly humas. This again. What I meant to say is that since I’m a whore demon that eats humas I can do whatever I want if others won’t learn of it. Yeah much better, I just can’t stop destroying my calm.

At least I’m getting used to it. I’m tired, huffy and in need of a good rest. When was the last time I slept normally? Oh, I forgot to sleep for a long time. My body is fine but my mental state... Shit. Let’s just find an inn for now.

Walking on the streets I stop by a store that has a few clothes and dresses in it’s window. I don’t have any real clothes but a “reclaimed” one and the robe. Stealing from a bandit is reclaiming. I need some real clothes, so I go in.

The entrance is a simple wooden door and the windows are not covered with glass. It’s probably expensive. The insides are, well regular. Clothes hanging on pegs, changing rooms in the back. It’s small yet filled with many different things you might need.

(clerk) “How may I help you?” Asks the female employee with a bright smile. It’s strange to not get freaked out when seeing me but this girl is good at her job. I smell her sweating meaning she is intimidated strongly.

“I would like some casual clothes that I can wear while travelling and does not hinder my fighting.” At least she is acting nice. Money is money.

(clerk) “Please let me measure you.” This continent don’t have fixed units for measurements so everyone uses their own. There are inches but it’s easier to work for them this way.

After she checks my sizes with trembling hands, I’m lead to the back. She hands over a few clothes for me to try out. I do as she recommends and buy a few of them.

“How much will it be?” I ask.

(clerk) “Which currency?” Right, this is a border city. Let’s see… I have money from the empire that should worth a lot and a few silver coins from the beast country. I have no idea how much does that worth. Oh, I don’t even know the currencies’ names. Good to realise.

I pull a gold coin from my pocket and present it to her.

“I have no idea what it’s name actually but I have money from the empire. Do you accept it?” She stares at the gold coin for a while and bows a little before answering.

(clerk) “Of course miss. The price is 13 Lupiet silver meaning the change is 69 silver. If you accept my humble opinion please use silver, it would be inconvenient for you to travel with so much change. “ Yep, a good clerk should be like that. But do I look like someone rich? I guess I’m but I’m a demon how could I be someone rich from the empire?

I simply smile and put the gold coin forcefully in her hands. I lift my bag she prepared for me and leave. Oh god I’m too rich and lazy to carry so much change. It’s not like I have any other than gold since I had more than I could carry and practiced throwing with them. Ups, this was a secret.

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No matter, my mood is much better. I search for a place to stay for tonight, and who knows? I might stay here for a short time. This seems to be an ok place.

After wandering around the streets I find an inn and reserve a room for two nights. Why two? Because I’ll stay here a week at least but if the place is bad I can leave, if it’s good I can lengthen. If I reserve only a day I can’t lengthen it.

During the rest of the day I make friends with the owner and some of the regulars. Relon is kind and nice to girls. He’s also easy to talk to. I’m still not the best in talking, but the drunken men can speak enough to compensate so I don’t have to worry.

I bet a whole gold coin in a drinking game, and lost. Not because I became drunk, but I was unable to drink more liquid. Seriously, where does that 15 liter beer go without pissing? Won’t they get sick?

When the evening comes I fall asleep soundly, even having a small smile on my face. Maybe this smile is even real, not the mask I wear during the day. Who knows? They say you are what you ate. If you do something regularly it will become normal. It’s not like I smiled because I was happy and fulfilled. I smiled to bear myself to not cry.

Just what am I even doing, acting 25 year old. It’s just a lie. But it’s a Necessary lie towards myself to keep me moving forward.

The next day I wake up feeling much better. Maybe the mental stress was really too much, I have to sleep more often.

Since the inn seemed nice yesterday I reserve the room for a whole week and pay in advance. I leave and spend the whole day resting, eating and exploring the city. It’s… annoyingly good to not have your life on the line. It’s just normal. Even if they still fear me a little, they won’t hate me here.

Why do I have to go after that paper anyways? Why can’t I just settle down here and enjoy my life? Why do I even bother to play others game? It’s much better for my health to stay here. I can work, eat, sleep.

Yes, this seems good.

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Yes so I said reasons. so...

Yeah, I'll finish Vol. 1 now and put this away for a little. Not that far, but away. hiatus or so they say.

Why? Because my writers fever crashed. Literally, I have to many stories in my head and unable to write proper sentences. See?

Anyways, 4 chapters (~6500words) ready of my new fiction! More detailed! More refined! The story makes more sense! There are even things happening! Expect update soon!

Easter egg hidden (not so well) somewhere back!