>>6146370Cliche. That’s all your mind can think as you look around. A large banquet hall where seemingly affluent people talk and eat a large seafood meal? Cliche. No one in this town probably even knows what a gold coin looks like. The servants dutifully serve as if they’ve been training for years to be one? Cliche. It seems like this country bumpkin just hired the town's non-already-working children to work part-time. The mysteriously masked people who mingle like regular guests and all seem to come to and fro a basement door? Do you even need to say it? You can’t even do anything but shake your head and sigh. You know better. For some reason, the natural laws of this world predispose it towards acting like a shitty scene in some generic isekai slop. The mayor is a noble, so of course, he’d look like a fat ugly bastard in pompous clothing with an expensive estate and shittily styled blonde hair. Does the likelihood of this actually happening being next to nil matter? No, of course not! Because when did common sense ever matter in this shitty world? You’re pretty sure you lost yours in your last life.
“Ah, if it isn’t the man of the hour!” Comes the voice of the rather all-too-jolly mayor, “I’ve heard of your arrival, Sir Inquisitor, but I’ve yet to see you as of yet. Has something been keeping you?” You feel a bit of your soul escape your body in the form of a little wavy body with XX’s for eyes. The last thing you want to deal with is a noble high off his own ego. The cathedral had enough of those. And for some reason, many challenged you, a physical child, to duels for some reason and you may or may not have killed yourself a few times to win those, but that’s a different story. At least here, this blubbery hick is wayyyy farther down the food chain than you were then. Still, it’s likely for most of his sorry life in this tiny town, he’s always been the most important man around and won’t be prepared or accepting of you trampling all over his “privileges.”
Too bad for him, you couldn’t give less of a shit, “I wanted to begin my investigation immediately,” You say while flashing your spider-lily rosette and clearly looking around the party and not paying attention to the man. Maybe you’re being a bit too mean, but you’d bet a gold coin that the fisherman praising this guy was about to say “Great” and not “Goddess” an hour ago. Only took you a bit to “procure” some desired supplies in your bag through <span class="mu-i">totally</span> legal means (because you're an Inquisitor) and make your way here. You wish that if this shitty world wanted to pretend to be one big cliche, it’d actually come with the luxury of that, like a general store in every tiny village.
