Another World Reincarnation Chronicle

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When I descended from the mountain and arrived at the Capital City, it was already evening, and the sun had set.

My condition had been declining since halfway down the mountain, and by the time I passed through the Capital City, I was so feverish that I was staggering.

I thought it was just a cold from the winter wind, but the symptoms were much worse.

My footsteps naturally headed toward the Adventurer’s Guild.

I showed the request form to the receptionist and handed over the necessary items.

The receptionist chattered something while handing me the money, but the fever fogging my mind made everything seem blurry.

I remember staggering my way to the inn.

When I closed my eyes and opened them again, I found myself in a familiar room.

It seemed the goblin’s claws had been poisoned.

As I lay on the bed, sweating and writhing in fever, my mind slowly sank into darkness.

I laid sick for an entire day.

*

“Ugh…”

After waking up, I groaned as I sat up in bed.

The terrible smell of sweat coming from my body was overwhelming.

The clothes I was wearing also had that awful stench clinging to them.

The inside was damp with sweat, and the outside was soaked from the melting snow.

Everything was the worst.

I tossed away the clothes I was wearing and called for Mary to send her on an errand.

Mary was capable. Having spent her whole life in this inn, she’d likely served many adventurers, so that was to be expected.

I washed myself with the hot water she brought, then dressed in a thin outfit she prepared before heading down to the first floor.

The clothes Mary provided were her own, and thanks to our similar builds, they fit me well.

“Ah, Seris!”

Seris, who was that again?

It was the name Mary called as she approached me with a welcoming smile.

“Are you here to eat?”

“Ah, yeah.”

I realized belatedly that Seris was my new name.

It felt strange to have a name changed without my consent. After all, I had been called Emily for my entire life.

It was a name I needed to get used to from now on. Seris.

I quietly murmured that name to myself.

“Thanks for the clothes.”

“Hehe…”

Mary’s cheeks turned red from my gratitude.

While I smiled at her adorable reaction, I found a suitable place to sit.

Having been cooped up in bed all day, I felt an immense hunger.

Mary was busy. There were many guests visiting the inn.

She wished to have a longer conversation with me, but the bustling environment didn’t allow her to do so.

Ultimately, Mary ran to the kitchen with a pout.

As usual, the dish served on the plate looked decent enough.

Compared to the other guests, mine always had a little extra. Mary must have taken care to provide that.

As I moved my fork, old memories surged back.

What filled my mind was swordsmanship.

The dazzling image of moonlight unfolding from my hands still lingered in my memory.

I knew I could unleash that swordsmanship here and now at this very moment.

Even though what I held was a fork and not a sword.

The swordsmanship I didn’t even have a name for had become completely my own.

Therefore, an extreme sense of longing remained.

The more I unleashed my swordsmanship, the more I realized something lay beyond that.

The unfinished moonlight gazed beyond.

I could only imagine what that sight might be, not knowing its true form.

Yet, the swordsmanship I learned had shallow depths.

You cannot recall what you do not know.

In my mind, the little girl swordsman merely danced with fragments of pale moonlight.

After finishing my meal, I used the hair tie I borrowed from Mary to tie up my long, dull brown hair.

The once-luscious golden threads had disappeared. Just like how sprouts emerge on this land only after the cold winter fades, significant time would be needed to return to my original blonde.

“Where are you going?”

“Mm-hmm.”

I nodded at Mary’s question as I stepped out of the inn.

Mary’s desire to make friends my age remained stuck in place.

She eagerly ran off to take new orders.

My destination was the street of adventurers.

A place where I could acquire various items.

Since my clothes had become a mess, I planned to buy some new ones.

And the same went for armor.

Through my experience in the mountains, I deeply realized that sturdy armor could save your life.

Even though I already knew that from the guidebook of the Swordsmanship Guild, it was only after physically experiencing it that I decided to get armor.

You do not truly understand until you experience things firsthand. The mindset of a man living in modern times regretted making decisions based on meager knowledge.

However, I knew this regret wouldn’t linger for long.

Everything must be learned by experiencing the harshness of reality.

“Welcome~!”

The first place I entered was a Leather Workshop.

Shoes to hats were displayed there.

It was hard to find an item that wasn’t being handled.

The shop owner’s gaze scanned my body as they greeted me enthusiastically.

It stopped at my feet and moved up to my head, finally resting on the heavy iron sword strapped to my back.

Regardless, I moved forward toward an item that caught my interest.

A deep sigh escaped me as I admired the items. This lovely little girl’s body couldn’t wear those wonderful and sturdy-looking boots.

All I could hope for was a cleanly finished pair of deer leather boots.

“Do you like that?”

I nodded as I tried on the boots. They fit perfectly.

If I tied the shoelaces, they would hold my ankles firmly, even during intense movement.

“The quality is good.”

“Right?”

The shopkeeper’s face bloomed with a smile at my light compliment.

I also bought an arm guard to protect my wrist.

Though I wanted proper armor to protect my body, I had no money and couldn’t find a suitable one.

“1 Gold and 7 Silver.”

The shopkeeper asked for a rather high price.

For someone who acquired knowledge about fantasy through games, it was outrageous.

It seemed a substantial portion of what I knew was about to become useless.

Leather armor wasn’t the basic armor found in games.

Properly treated hard leather boasted considerable durability, and its price exceeded expectations.

If leather armor was this expensive, how much more would solid steel plate armor cost?

“Are you short on money?”

I had gotten lost in thought and seemed to have been misunderstood.

I wasn’t lacking money, just feeling that the price was high.

“1 Gold and 5 Silver! No more!”

“Ugh…”

I hurriedly paid the price.

Even though I hadn’t sought to bargain, they gave me a discount. This kindness must be thanks to my charming appearance.

I smiled brightly and bowed politely.

“Thank you!”

This shop would be one I’d continue to visit. It wouldn’t hurt to befriend the owner.

Next, I headed to a shop specializing in fabrics.

In the back of the store, a loom was operating, though it seemed like just for show to the customers.

“What are you looking for?”

Unlike the leather workshop owner, this proprietor greeted visitors with apparent boredom.

I walked past the owner and gazed at various clothes.

True to a shop specializing in fabrics, there was an abundance of everyday wear, but what caught my eye was none other than a gambeson.

While its formal name wasn’t gambeson, it truly resembled a medieval gambeson in my eyes.

“Is this a gambeson?”

“Oh, so this is a gambeson?”

“Are you interested in that?”

I naturally nodded.

Gambeson, I recalled it as a type of armor I heard of before.

I never expected a gambeson to look like this.

The shop owner rose from his seat and fetched a suitably small gambeson from the back room.

However, it differed greatly from what was displayed in the shop; it was the filling of wool that made the difference.

As I tried to point that out, the shop owner reached over with his thick hands and started stuffing wool into the gambeson.

I stood there gaping as it puffed up and then the shop owner tossed the gambeson at me.

“2 Silver.”

Compared to the leather armor, it was incredibly cheap.

I decided not to pay immediately and purchased a few more regular clothes for everyday wear instead.

The total expenditure was 4 Silver.

The gambeson didn’t feel bad to wear.

Thanks to the wool filling it up, it seemed suitable for enduring the cold winter.

The next place I went to was an incredibly noisy area.

Bang-bang-bang! The upbeat sounds echoed.

Even in winter, I could feel the hot heat radiating from the street.

It was a place where craftsmen dealing with iron and fire gathered.

The Blacksmith.

The interior of the blacksmith was just as noisy.

The shopkeeper seemed aware of this, as he greeted me with a nod rather than words.

As I was exploring the shop, I spotted a sword displayed on the wall and gaped.

The straight and elongated blade gleamed with a strange blue hue, seeming as though it were crafted from ice.

Even the chilling air emanating from it seemed real, as droplets of water formed around the sword.

This was no ordinary sword. It was clear that it held some magical essence.

Beneath where the sword was displayed hung a plaque made of iron, listing the sword’s name and price.

[icicle]

[150G]

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

A voice interrupted my admiration of the sword.

As I slightly turned my head, I saw the shopkeeper who had been seated walking up behind me.

I must have been so absorbed in the sword that I hadn’t noticed their approach.

“Did you make this?”

“Me? No. It’s a masterpiece I can’t even dream of creating. My father made it.”

As I looked at the Icicle sword, the shopkeeper’s voice brimmed with pride.

I couldn’t help but utter pure admiration.

“That’s amazing…”

“Ha-ha!”

The shopkeeper seemed pleased with my compliment.

He offered me two regular iron swords for one price.

I spent 6 Silver in total.

Unlike when I entered, my hands felt heavy as I left.

Had I known, I should have brought a bag with me…

I trudged back toward the inn.

*

On the fifth day of my stay at Mary’s inn, I resolved to step out for a new request.

Having spent a considerable amount of money on equipment, I needed to work harder.

I donned a thick wolf leather hood as I exited the inn.

The winter wind still felt harsh.