I reflected on what Rose was telling me.

So there were human supremacist countries in this world? My mind flashed back to the play I had seen earlier of Serragnin handing mankind the secret to Liberomancy. Only humans were in that crowd and on that stage, and though it had never been overtly said; it did seem to implicitly imply that Liberomancy was specifically given to mankind and mankind alone.

I had considered that there might be something lost in translation at the time, however, what she was telling me fit with what my initial impression was.

By this point Rose’s axolotl seemed to have noticed her discomfort, and began nuzzling her, perhaps trying to cheer her up.

“Ah, thank you, let’s leave it at that,” I told Rose. “I - that wasn’t easy for you to say clearly, but thank you for telling me anyw-”

“-you’re not mad, are you?” Rose asked. “And, I just want to say, I don’t think those things myself. And you’ve been so friendly and nice I have trouble believing that it’s true - but there are-”

“-other lizardmen who think like that,” I finished for her. “Yes, thank you again. And no, I’m not mad of course, I was just curious. I wanted to know more about this place, and this was a part and parcel of it.”

The rest of the day passed without any further incident.

That night, I was able to make something out of writing about my phone and how it worked - a grimoire that gave me an ability called [Shock Stun]. By making contact with someone, it would deliver an electrical current that would zap and stun them for a few seconds. It could be used once every five minutes, but as for actually charging my phone, it would not help in the slightest. It would be more than likely to cause it to explode or shatter from the current overload than anything else.

I had no way of charging it through some other means, all of Libraria still seemed to be in a preindustrial state where agriculture was still the main occupation for most people and the major pillar of the economy. The odds of finding some way to charge my phone safely without damaging it were practically nonexistent at the moment. There were two very famous countries which were more advanced than the others, but that was considering the field of Liberomancy, not technology.

The days went on by, with little change. I made new grimoires when I had free time, I continued working eight out of ten days (that still felt so wrong), and I often went back to that same place I had come from whenever I could, hoping against hope that a door would one day open up again and I could just walk through back to my old life.

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That never happened.

During my days off, I had taken to wandering into local bars and whatnot where there would often be bards and other people swapping stories.

I wanted to know if I could find something, anything - even a scrap of information that might give me more insight into what had happened to me. Was I the first person from Earth brought to this world? It was possible, though unlikely, but the question of ‘to what end’ still remained.

Perhaps in some story I would hear of a person who was fated to come from a distant land to slay a mighty best or something along those lines; and that way I could get a clearer idea on what my purpose here was.

I didn’t find any answers, though some of the stories were quite fascinating to listen to nonetheless.

Something of note did happen during one of these excursions. I was getting up from the table I was seated at and headed towards the exit, when I accidentally bumped into someone’s outstretched arm, causing them to spill most of their drink onto the floor.

“Ah, sorry ‘bout that,” I said, rummaging through my pocket to buy the man another drink. I slammed a denarius onto his table. “How about a round for all of you, on me?”

I thought that was enough and the matter was settled as I turned to walk out the door, only for someone to grab me by the arm.

The man whose drink I had knocked over didn’t seem to think that my apology was good enough.

The table seated five men, all of whom looked like laborers based on their physiques and their clothes which were slightly dirty. They had well-toned muscles and would have had no problem kicking my teeth in if it came to a fistfight.

“Oi, what makes you think you can get away with disrespecting me like that?” the man I had bumped into asked. “And then throw a denarius onto our table like I’m some sort of beggar and hope it’s going to be alright?”

All the men at the table seemed to be already partially inebriated, and I couldn’t help but sigh. I had seen such groups of people back on Earth too - those who would start heavily drinking early on in the day and were just looking for an excuse to cause trouble. And look at what happened - I had just given them an excuse, and clearly looked like an easy target who was all on his lonesome. The denarius was more than enough to buy them all a round of drinks each, and so I had more than enough paid him back for his trouble, but he clearly did not think so.

Either that, or more likely, he just wanted to create a fuss.

The man got up and grabbed me by the collar. His comrades at the table uttered cheers of approval at his behavior, and he grinned, clearly enjoying the attention and relishing the idea of being able to teach someone else a lesson and prove his own toughness in front of his friends. That, and he probably thought he could shake me down for even more money. But before the man could lift up his arm to punch me in the face, I used [Create Flame], showing the man I could instantly make fire.