Volume 1, Chapter 5 – Finding Temporary Accommodation

“That’s easy to say, but how do I actually make money?”

As soon as she entered the town, Yisi found herself in a dilemma. She couldn’t just go looking for a job right away—besides, she had no idea what kind of work she could even do in this otherworld.

“But so this is what an otherworldly city looks like… Feels like medieval Northern Europe.”

The entire city was built of stone, stretching out in a monotonous gray landscape. Unpaved dirt roads twisted outward, flanked by houses of varying heights, giving the whole place a worn, ancient impression. In the distance, she could make out what looked like a windmill.

It was probably because most people were working in the afternoon, but the streets were sparsely populated. The wealth gap between passersby was extreme—some wore proper long-sleeved clothes suited for autumn, while others could only cover themselves with tattered short garments. Even those in long sleeves had patched-up clothing. Aside from Yisi, no one on the street wore brightly colored attire.

“The production level is lower than I imagined? Well, most otherworlds are like this, I guess… More importantly, how long are these people going to keep staring?”

“These people” referred to the pedestrians who kept turning their heads to look at her. Ever since entering the town, Yisi had noticed the constant attention.

Is it because my clothes make me stand out? If that’s the case, I should change into something more ordinary later. Drawing attention isn’t a good thing.

As for why Yisi could walk in sunlight—according to the memories left by the Count’s eldest daughter, she was an exceptionally rare pureblood among vampires. Sunlight was a privilege reserved only for high-ranking vampires and purebloods.

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The whispers among the onlookers didn’t stop.

“Where did that noble come from? Such strange attire.”

“Hey, keep your voice down. That noble lady doesn’t look like someone to mess with.”

“I feel like if she glared at me, I wouldn’t sleep well all night.”

Hey hey, don’t just casually comment on someone’s appearance. And it’s not my fault the Count’s daughter looks so cold and unapproachable.

“But as expected of a noble, even her walking posture is different from us commoners.”

Yisi, who had just been mentally complaining, suddenly stiffened. Subconsciously, her walking became unnatural—just like how wearing formal attire makes people behave more properly, when surrounded by admiring gazes, Yisi couldn’t help but straighten her back.

The problem was, she had never learned how a noble lady was supposed to walk. She could only mimic what she imagined to be an elegant gait, but to her, her movements probably looked downright bizarre.

I want to die…

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More importantly, can I—a guy at heart—really pull this off?

If there had been a hole in the ground, Yisi would’ve dived into it without hesitation. She never wanted to experience this kind of attention-induced shame again.

After about ten minutes, with the help of the Omniscient Map, Yisi finally escaped the hell of prying eyes and arrived in front of the town’s only inn.

Along the way, she had already figured out how to make money—simply use the currency from Ragnarøk.

Though she had been transported to another world, for some reason, all the items in her game inventory had followed her in the form of storage magic. Of course, Yisi had considered the possibility that the game’s currency might not be usable here, but Ragnarøk’s coins were minted from rare metals, primarily gold. If she simply treated them as gold, she could solve her money problem.

After all, according to the Count’s daughter’s memories, this world also used gold as currency.

“The only inn in town, huh… Looks a bit shabby. Well, it’s fine as a temporary place. No point being picky.”

Unlike the surrounding stone buildings, the inn before her—marked by a sign reading “Salus Inn”—was a two-story wooden structure. The slightly blackened door suggested it had been around for quite some time.

Taking a deep breath, Yisi stepped onto the wooden stairs and pushed open the door.

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With a chime of bells, she entered an interior much brighter than expected. To the left were a few tables and chairs, to the right was the counter, and directly ahead stood a spiral wooden staircase leading to the second floor.

It feels like stepping into an inn from Middle-earth. If there were fairies fluttering around with mugs of ale, it’d be a perfectly enchanting fantasy scene.

“What can I do for you, miss? Lodging is three copper coins a day, and an extra two if you want three meals included.”

A middle-aged woman behind the counter greeted her with a smile. Her rough skin bore the marks of years of labor.

Of course, Yisi wasn’t focused on her appearance—what mattered was the way she spoke. The people of this world didn’t seem to greet each other any differently than on her own.

Thank goodness.

She couldn’t help but feel relieved. Before entering, she had braced herself for the possibility of being startled by some bizarre greeting custom—after all, it wouldn’t be strange for two different civilizations to have different ways of addressing strangers.

Returning a polite smile, Yisi stepped forward.

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“I’d like to stay for half a month. Can I pay with this?”

Reaching into the pouch at her waist—her dress didn’t have pockets for aesthetic reasons, so she had tied a belt around her waist and hung a cloth pouch from it to disguise her use of storage magic—Yisi summoned a game coin and placed it on the counter.

Worth noting was that these coins, stamped with the goddess’s face on one side and the Ragnarøk emblem on the other, numbered less than 100,000 in her inventory.

The innkeeper took the coin, weighed it in surprise, then held it up to the light, her expression growing serious.

“This is… gold?”

“Yes. I’m a traveler from afar and don’t have this country’s currency. If you can accept this, I don’t mind taking a slight loss.”

“It does seem like gold, but…” The innkeeper frowned. Gold was far too valuable for someone like her—if this unfamiliar coin was merely gold-plated with some other metal inside, she’d be at a huge disadvantage. “I’m sorry, but I can’t accept this. If you really need a place to stay, I suggest taking it to the pawnshop across the street and exchanging it for Ymir Theocracy’s gold coins.”

“I see—ah.”

While retrieving the coin, Yisi made an unexpected discovery.