Author's Note:
Character Map:
"X" = Loid Orcus (protagonist)
"(X)" = Loid Orcus (strong inner thought)
°X° = Makina
•X• = Soul Goddess Aksa
^X^ = Sebastian (AI Assistant)
X>X = Chat Window/Panel in the Livestream
*X* = God and Goddess
#X# = Deities
?X?=Unknown Person
' X '= Extra (Maybe or maybe not one time character)
×X×=Monster/Enemy
Others:
[X] = Status Board/What is written on it/ Status Window (New)
--- = POV Change
|||| = Time Skip/Time Preview(New)
(X) = Explanation/author/ A.U.T.H.O.R.
([X]) = Sound effect
{X} = Buttons, or something that may cause a certain action
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•Hey! Quit spacing out and move already!•
Snapping back to reality, I quickly followed Makina as she took the lead, guiding us toward the city gates.
We, Me and Makina walked toward the city gate.
At first, I wondered—why bother walking when we could've just teleported straight to the entrance? But after a brief deliberation, I realized it would probably cause unnecessary trouble. Teleporting right outside a guarded city wall would definitely draw attention—and not the good kind.
With that thought, I justified why we teleported a good distance away and approached on foot, blending in with the other travelers heading toward the gate.
After some walking, we finally neared the entrance. There, I saw two lines.
One was for carriages heading through the main gate, and the other was for people entering on foot, lining up beside the massive side gate. Both lines were being stopped and inspected by guards—city guards, I presumed—fully clad in armor.
The carriage line had four guards managing it. Two stood with shields and long spears crossed, blocking the path. The other two, armed with swords and shields, walked beside the carriages, inspecting them closely.
As for the other line, it was manned by just two guards, both also carrying swords and shields as they inspected people before letting them in.
Seeing the situation, Aksa told me to line up along the people.
Without questioning her, I followed her instruction immediately, surprising Aksa. She looked shocked that I obeyed without a single word, but the truth was—I was just too busy observing everything around me.
Looking around the line, I saw people that I would generally call "human"… and others that I wouldn't.
The description of what a human is doesn't need explaining. But there were people with various animal-like ears. I'm not that knowledgeable about animals, but thanks to Sebastian browsing information for me, I was able to identify and differentiate their traits—and by extension, their races.
The general term I learned was Beastkind, or more commonly, Beastkin. I saw people who seemed to be Wolfkin, Tigerkin, Pantherkin, and more.
Sebastian explained that even within these types, there were more specific subspecies, like Black Wolfkin and White Wolfkin, and so on.
I also noticed other familiar fantasy races—Dwarves and Elves—lining up quietly alongside us.
As I continued to observe, I noticed most people in line formed small groups, and many wore badges. The emblem on the badge caught my eye—it looked oddly similar to my company's logo: a shield, with a sword and staff crossed in front of it.
(Huh? What a coincidence…)
But the more I thought about it, the more natural it started to feel.
Thinking back, maybe it's because of all the novels and anime I've read and watched. A lot of them featured adventure guilds with logos just like this—crossed swords, or sometimes axes. Especially the cliché isekai ones.
(Now that I think about it, our company logo really isn't all that unique…)
With that thought, I came to the conclusion that the people with those badges, grouped together, must be adventurers—either bands, groups, or more familiarly and cliché: parties.
Glancing back toward the carriage line, I also saw a few people with the same kind of badges stationed beside the carts.
(Ah, escort quests. Typical cliche adventurer work.)
While I was deep in thought, I didn't even realize the line had shrunk significantly.
Only a few more inspections now, and I'd be next.
While I was lost in thought, the goddess suddenly called my name.
•Loid•
But I didn't respond. I was too deep in my head.
So this time, Aksa stood in front of me, blocking my view, and shouted my name louder.
•Loid!•
Her voice snapped me back to reality. I tilted my head slightly to acknowledge her.
"What?"
•Please be quiet. There are people around. You're the only one who can see me, so act normal. Geez… Now that I want you to shut up, that's when you suddenly want to talk?•
…I really want to smack the goddess. I really, really want to.
But she had a point.
As I looked around, I noticed a few nearby people glancing at me strangely before quickly looking away.
That was my cue. I shut up and tried to stay composed.
But that didn't mean I wouldn't get my revenge on her later.
•Now then, listen carefully—but act natural. Just pretend you're lining up like the others. What I'm about to tell you is important. According to Makina's scouting and also my own memories of this world—which, by the way, I help govern with the other gods—the city guards will ask for a toll from people entering the city. Based on Makina's observation, it should be five bronze coins per person. As for more details about the currency system, Makina already uploaded the relevant data. You can browse it now.•
Hearing that, I accessed the database in my mind.
Sure enough, a complete summary of the world's currency was there.
In simple terms:
1 bronze coin = base unit
10 bronze = 1 silver coin
10 silver = 1 gold coin
There's also a platinum coin worth 10 gold coins, but it's only used by nobles and royalty. Even wealthy merchants aren't allowed to use it unless they hold a noble title. Apparently, it functions more as a symbol of status than currency in normal trade
After absorbing all that—which took me less than a second thanks to my enhanced learning ability and the supercomputer wired into my brain—I returned to the conversation instantly.
•Thankfully, from the ship we sank—or more specifically, from the people we seized—Makina managed to gather a decent amount of money. Not a fortune, but enough to cover the toll and expected expenses once we're inside the city, according to the information she collected from both the people we saved and those we… captured.•
•Everything has already been transferred into your space magic storage, the one you learned recently.•
Now that she mentioned it, I did recall learning a space-related spell recently.
In the local language, it's called something unpronounceable (even Makina censored it with @#$%^), but in our terms, it's basically just "Space Inventory".
It's classified under dark magic, though ironically it's more utility-based.
Apparently, Makina had once again used my skills like they were her own—and stored the coins and supplies into my inventory.
With a thought, I accessed the space inventory using magical perception.
Sure enough, there were several items there that hadn't been before. Among them, I spotted a decent number of bronze and silver coins, though no gold.
I also noticed that the database now had a categorized inventory list, showing exactly what was inside.
"(Well… this is convenient.)"
Although I wanted to be more informed, I had to admit—it was my own fault for rushing ahead earlier, thinking of entering a labyrinth and challenging the trial without informing Makina. So, I guess it can't be helped.
•As for your identity, you'll be acting as a paladin on pilgrimage, spreading faith—primarily my faith, of course—the Soul Faith of the Goddess Aksa, the Goddess of Soul. With that, you won't appear as a suspicious outsider with dubious intentions, but as a noble paladin bringing divine grace to the people of this city.•
(For someone like me who lived on modern Earth… that still sounds suspicious enough to be reported.)
•What did you just say?•
(Shit. I forgot she can still hear my thoughts. For a moment I genuinely forgot she's an actual goddess—because of the way she acts recently, I thought I was talking to a narcissistic cultist pretending to be divine. My bad. It just proves that even with a supercomputer wired into me, it's hard to believe what shouldn't be believed… simply because I don't want to believe it.)
•Hey, you little—•
'Next!'
(Ohh… Looks like the linguistic module is working correctly. I was worried it might not, because of the signal interference. But it must be built-in, probably handled by Sebastian.)
•Tch! We'll talk about this later. One last instruction: you have an insignia in your space inventory—proof of your identity as my paladin. So don't embarrass me in front of my believers!•
(See? Now you understand why I thought you were just a cult leader.)
I muttered the thought internally again—but this time, it seemed Aksa didn't hear it. She was already focused on the city guard ahead, probably having cut off the telepathy.
'Identification.'
At that, I discreetly opened my space inventory—like a sleight-of-hand magic trick.
With a subtle gesture, the insignia materialized in my palm, and I presented it to the city guard.
The guard's eyes widened slightly, clearly caught off guard by how it suddenly appeared in my hand. But after a few seconds, he regained his composure and leaned forward to inspect the item and then said.
'What's that?'
"•...What?•"
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