THE RISE OF A SLAVE GIRL - Season 1 Episode 9

Feeling tired and sore, I ended up heading to the inn that the Adventurer’s Guild indicated to me. The place had a lively atmosphere and another beautiful woman behind the counter. I sensed there were a lot of beautiful women who tended to work the counters and shops. I didn’t know if that was deliberate or not.

I showed the girl my coin, and she gave me a smile. “Ah… you’re with the guild. In that case, I’ll give you the biggest room!”

“Actually, he said it’s coming out of my pay tomorrow, so a simple room is fine.”

The woman blinked, and then she let out a laugh. “Well, that’s fine too, but at least let me feed you something tasty. I heard about your actions on the front lines. My uncle got some of your healing. The priests charge a lot, and it works half as well. It’s on the house.”

“In that case, thank you for your kindness.” I nodded and sat down at one of the tables.

A few minutes later, she brought out a beautiful plate full of baked chicken breast and mash potatoes and gravy. I had worried this world would offer only gross-tasting food, but this was actually really good. I was also starving, having not eaten anything but ramen all day. The fact that this was cooked by that beautiful woman also made my heart sing. Was she single? Would she like a husband? No, no, I was moving too fast again. I tended to do that with any woman who smiled at me. I had to remember my brutal rejection.

However, this was another world, maybe they didn’t hold men and women to the same standards. Maybe fat people were attractive here. I heard in the past that fat was a sign of having wealth and power. In that way, marrying a fat man meant you were set for life. Maybe women in this world thought that way, and I could have a date.

Of course, I didn’t have that kind of confidence, so I just finished my meal quietly. A few men nearby stopped over and slapped me on the back, offering appreciation for my work on the front lines. A few offered to buy me a drink, but I had never had alcohol before, and I didn’t want to lose my thoughts during my first day in another world. Thus, I decided to keep myself sober and only gave all of the guys some lip service and polite declines.

As the inn got livelier later in the evening as more men got drunk, I took it as an excellent time to retire to my room. Once in my room, I sighed in relief. Crowds really were too much. It made me feel very uncomfortable. I also didn’t like getting patted on the back like that. Well, I mean, it was nice to be appreciated, but physical contact was a little too much for me. It made me feel anxious. I was glad that my healing spells could be done at a distance. In the future, I’d have to determine how far of a range the spell works.

“I can destroy undead, after all.”

It seems like the game was balanced. I was a healing class, but I was put in the one area where healing spells could damage the enemy. However, the enemy was still scary. I had seen a dozen wounds dealt by the enemy, and some of them looked quite serious. This was on armored, tough guys. I had none of that, so fighting the enemy up close frightened me. However, the game would want me to fight monsters in the future. I felt like I’d need to do that eventually, no matter how I felt about the matter.

I may be a coward, but I was also a gamer. Games were meant to be played. I’ve played scary games before. In my mind, this was just something like that.

I went to sleep on a lumpy bed. Maybe I should have paid for a nicer room. Well, I didn’t know how far money would stretch in the near future, and I didn’t want to take any chances.