I was about to leave when Asta insisted that I stay for the night.
Good thing that she offered since I have no idea what to do.
We spent several hours chatting while Ian sat down beside her, listening to us talk.
Mostly we talked about random stuff but I managed to ask some important information from her so that I will know how to start my new life here.
Of course I cannot register myself since I don't have any documents about me except for the fact that I was born 80 years ago and that I'm 105 years old here.
Yep.
That would raise some eyebrows.
Or worse, I will be placed in a mental facility.
....
As I was lying down on the bed in one of their rooms, I finally found out the time difference between the two worlds.
1 month in the other world is equivalent to 1 year here on earth.
1 year in the other world is equivalent to 10 years here on earth.
After Asta told me about the current year earlier during our talk, it seems that 80 years had already went by since I was isekaid in the other world.
So I spent 8 years already in the other world.
No wonder that during the time I disappeared back then, Lion almost lost his mind since he told me I was gone for almost a year in which it is equivalent to almost 10 years here on earth.
But, what about now?
Even if Lion has excellent magic skills, I seemed to remember him telling me during our early time together....
Wait a minute.
I suddenly remembered Lion asking me about the lifespan of a human in which I told him that humans are expected to live up to 75 years of age.
Hold on.
75 years here on earth is equivalent to 7 years and 6 months in the other world, give and take some months.
Since I already spent 8 years in the other world, then that means....
No.
No way.
Lion managed to prolong my life without me being aware of it.
No wonder I kept drinking energy potion back then. I thought it was just me trying to adjust of their world's long days and nights.
Sweet desserts.
I'm old.
....
I have to make a plan on what to do after leaving here.
What should I do?
I can't ask Asta or Ian some money. They already showed me too much kindness. I don't want to take advantage of that.
Of course, I can't start a job since they might ask me for my identification card in which I don't have.
Also, I bet my old apartment was gone already since 80 years had already went by.
All my fantasy novel collection gone.
Sigh.
Where should I start?
Maybe I should pay respects to my dead family first before planning on what to do.
One step at a time.
Before I drifted off to sleep, I whispered a little prayer in which I prayed the safety of Lion and the pack.
I felt tears flowing from my eyes as I missed sleeping beside him, feeling his warmth and embrace, his whisper before I fall asleep in which he always tells me that I am his life, his joy and his heart.
And now I'm alone.
....
Asta and Ian kept insisting to give me money to help me find my way home in which I gratefully accepted.
During our talk last night, I made some sort of story in which I got lost from my family and I don't know where to go since I don't live here.
Which is kind of true.
I hugged Asta as I thanked her for the kindness that she and Ian gave me in which she told me that it was the least that they could do for me.
I knew that I couldn't see them again so I told her that I will remember them always. She grinned as she waved goodbye as I walked away from their apartment.
Thank you Asta and Ian.
....
Okay so where on earth should I go?
Everything looks familiar but at the same time, strange to me.
Before, I used to think that the other world is chaotic. But now, I'm thinking that the earth is chaotic, noisy and dirty.
Hmm.
I decided to go to the nearest cemetery and start from there. Asta and Ian gave me enough money to survive for a week so I have to make the most of it.
To think that everything here is scheduled and timed. People seems to be in a hurry and they do not take time to communicate among themselves. Good thing I'm familiar with electronic devices though the electronic devices they have now looks strange.
I realized that I'm walking too slow as it seems that I didn't make much of a progress. I was used to Lion carrying me around, using magic and ords in going places. I can't ride a taxi since I don't have any idea where to go.
It's as if I'm in another world.
....
After a while, I managed to arrive in the nearest cemetery in which I tried to find the tombstones of my parents.
I'm hoping that they decided to get buried instead of being cremated.
Luck seems to smile towards me as after what seems to be an hour, I saw the tombstones of my parents.
Funny that I didn't cry after seeing their names. Maybe because I'm away from them for too long.
I just stood there as I realized how short a human's life is, how change happens rapidly as people are afraid of their own mortality.
I realized that I didn't see my sister's name anywhere. She must be around 100 years old, that is if she is still alive.
Did she get married? Have children and grandchildren?
All the people I know must be dead.
Sigh.
Maybe I should go to the mountains and live there.
I was about to leave the cemetery when I saw a very old woman who is sitting on a wheelchair, holding a bunch of flowers as she stared at a tombstone. A middle-aged woman is standing beside her in which I assumed must be her daughter or another relative of hers.
Since she was near the exit, I tried to go around her when she suddenly called my name.
Um.
Who is she again?
Her companion signaled me to approach them in which I did reluctantly.
To my delight, it turns out that the old woman is my sister and the tombstone that she is facing towards is a tombstone of me.
....
Her companion apologized as she explained that the old woman kept calling anyone who looked like her missing sister.
But I'm her missing sister!
I gave her a smile as I asked her if she is the old woman's daughter in which she shook her head and told her that she is currently the old woman's personal maid and is about to quit tomorrow as she is going to get married soon.
Oohh. Good opportunity.
Even though my sister looks like she has dementia, I saw a glint in her eye that seemed to tell me that she knows that it's me for real.
Heh.
I asked the woman if they found a replacement for her in which she sighed and told me that she couldn't find anyone at the moment and she is getting desperate as she is leaving tomorrow evening.
With that, I became my sister's caregiver.
....
Good thing that my sister's mind is still strong without any signs of dementia.
Lavender is my sister's name and she didn't get married due to the trauma we suffered in the past.
She ended up being extremely wealthy in which she spends her time traveling to other countries.
She adopted a baby when she was 30 years old and now she has a great-great granddaughter, the first female as her adopted child, grandchild and great grandchild are all males.
Since she likes mythology a lot, she named her great-great granddaughter as Persephone.
Wow.
My sister has a family.
She told me that I was absent at work for several days in which my supervisor called my parents, that made them went to my apartment as they thought that I might be sick, only to find out that I wasn't there in which they tried calling me. To their dismay, they discovered all my important stuff, especially my identification cards as well as my cellphones are all neatly placed on my desk.
They reported me missing to the police in which they saw the footage of the CCTV cameras near my apartment that showed that I stayed in my apartment and did not leave. It's as if I disappeared into thin air.
It was certainly a mystery in which my parents never really moved on from the incident.
Finally, after several years, they accepted the fact that I must be dead.
That explains the tombstone with my name on it.
Lavender asked me about my story in which she insisted that I must tell her what happened starting on the day I disappeared from my apartment.
I took a deep breath before telling her everything.