>>6135092Today is wet and shitty. The fact that you describe most days back here like this tells more about Lindan than it does about you, you swear. There hasn’t been any rain stronger than a light drizzle, but the constant sea breeze and fog of the coast has given you the shivers all day. What you wouldn’t give to have your car back and not have had to learn to ride a fucking horse. Each gallop by the animal jostles you and hurts your balls. You hate this world so goddamn much. How come all those isekai protagonists got to live the easy life, and you don’t? Instead, you got grabbed from the easy life and thrown headfirst into a fucking crusade, one you can barely even remember because of how many times that fucking fucker ripped you to shred.
You’re pulled from your completely reasonable complaints as you turn the bend around some trees and see the tiny fishing village in the distance. It’s positioned on the great lake in the middle of Lindan, in the northeastern part. Though just because it’s technically in the more civilized parts of Lindan, close but not near the rugged Highlands or the rolling Westlands, you wouldn’t count on there being any toilet here that isn’t another hole in the ground. You frown as you look over the location of your first official assignment as an independent inquisitor, a lonely, foggy, totally haunted seaside town with an abnormally high number of disappearances. It was supposed to be some old dude named Abram’s job, but for some reason, he was pulled out of the area far too fast to actually dig anything substantial up.
So here you are, in the ass end of the middle of nowhere, not even two weeks after coming back to Lindan and from a quite literal hell on earth. You’re not even sure why you don’t just leave. But then Inquisitor Beneger flashes in your mind, and you’re compelled to keep your horse moving forward. You don’t even want to imagine the things he’d do to you if he found out you’d rescinded your allegiance to the Inquisition. That’s the same dude whose first instinct was to stab you when your “parents” first handed you over to the Inquisition. His first instinct was to stab a four-year-old child, but he wasn’t able to succeed after he’d already killed you twelve times.
You hate this place, you hate this country, you hate the demon lord, you hate Beneger, you hate- Yeah, yeah, you hate a lot. Get the pity party over already, Asher, and keep moving. No reason for you to stay in this god-forsaken salty mist forever. Not when you have a warm bed waiting for you at the
>Church, the Priestess is required to shelter you, and she’ll be a good source of rumors around the town>The manor, small as this place is, the mayor still has an estate. Your new status makes it a requirement for him to quarter you, and sucky as they may be, his definitely haunted house will have the best amenities here 