While we make our way towards the city a proceeds to collect information on our current world.
I mean, this world is said to be a huge patchwork of several anime.
So maybe I could recognize some of them and act according to the events that might occur according to the new circumstances of this world.
—Let's just say I was completely dumbfounded by everything I learned during that last hour on the road.
It was only the noise of activity in the area that takes me out of my thoughts.
The road grew busier the closer we got to the city, not as crowded that we can't get in—but surely enough to notice.
A groups of adventurers passed us heading the opposite way, armor scratched, expressions already tired.
One of them glanced at our cart, then at Rex with a bunch of cabbage in his mouth, Exe looking kind of ominous suddenly.
He really looked kind of dumbfounded at the situation, he pose his eyes in me like he just see and stop to walk.
I just looked at him for nearly 2 seconds and I immediately wanted to try my charm on people.
Or just that I wanted to mess with someone, after 3 full days without any interaction ( Rex and Exe not includ).
—MOUAHH—💋
I just send a clumsy flying kiss towards the young man.
The gesture hung in the air for exactly half a heartbeat too long.
The result was immediate.
The young adventurer froze mid-step.
His brain, clearly, had not been equipped to process… whatever my actions really was.
"…Eh?"
A really brilliant and eloquent response.
Behind him, one of his companions bumped straight into his back.
"Oi—keep mov—"
He stopped too.
Then followed his friend's line of sight.
Then—
"…Oh."
Silence.
I kept my gaze on them for just a second longer, tilting my head slightly—just enough to sell it like nothing happened.
Then I looked away like it meant absolutely nothing.
And just like that—
Damage done.
"…Did she just—"
The guy finally snapped back to reality, and began to chase behind at a really impressive pace.
"…Wait—HEY—!"
I didn't turn around. Mostly because I didn't want to acknowledge the fact that I was doing what I was doing.
"…Oh no no no, you not going anywhere Marshal," one of his companions muttered behind him.
"Ed, I think she—" he began, pointing vaguely in my direction, as if afraid the moment would vanish if he didn't commit fast enough.
"You surely think wrong," another voice cut in, sharper.
Thankfully, his first companion dragged him back by the collar.
He kept attempting to walk before physics—and friendship—intervened.
"Wait—no, she just—!"
"You saw nothing."
"I definitely saw—!"
"You definitely saw a problem," his companion snapped, already dragging him backward. "And we have exactly zero coins to deal with problems right now."
"That's not a problem, that's—!"
He looked at me again.
I smiled.
He froze mid-argument.
"…That's exactly a problem," the companion said, not even turning to check. "Look at that. That's face is more expensive to look than our whole gear."
"I don't think—"
"We can't afford curiosity."
"…We really can't afford anything," a third one added, far more tired than invested.
There was a brief struggle.
Not physical—more… philosophical.
Then his shoulders slumped.
"…Right," he muttered, though his eyes betrayed him as they flicked back one last time.
He let himself be dragged away, destiny—and apparently real poverty—deciding things for him.
I watched them go, quietly amused, and mildly concerned about that group.
The last echoes of the dragged-away adventurer faded behind us, swallowed by the growing noise near the gates. For a moment, only the steady creak of the cart filled the space between us.
Then the old man spoke.
"…I have a question."
That alone was suspicious.
I didn't move. "That's really not a good sign."
A soft chuckle. "Do you truly claim to be a man…"
A slight pause.
"…after sending kisses to strangers on the road?"
.
..
"…"
My brain, usually so generous with commentary, suggestions, and poor decisions, had nothing to counter that claim.
Not a single argument.
Not even a bad one.
I stayed exactly where I was, posture unchanged, gaze forward, expression perfectly neutral.
I exhaled slowly through my nose.
(…We're doing this.)
"I adapted to the situation."
"Oh?" he said, clearly entertained. "Is that what we call it now?"
"It was a social experiment."
"With what objective?"
"To test… human reactions."
"And the result?"
"…Inconclusive."
He let out a quiet laugh at that, shaking his head.
"Mm. From where I'm sitting, it looked very conclusive."
I didn't answer immediately.
Because, unfortunately—
he wasn't wrong.
"…It only proved people are easy to destabilize," I added after a second, tone steady. "That's valuable information for future use."
"Ah, yes. Strategic destabilization through… charm."
"Exactly."
There was a brief pause.
I take that little pause to look at my Pokemon.
Rex, that gave me a low chuff, cabbage still half hanging from his mouth, as if mildly approving of my life choices.
Exe, meanwhile, had shifted—just slightly.
After that, my gaze drifted forward.
The city gates loomed closer now, tall and weathered, guards already scanning the incoming flow of people and goods.
The noise picked up with every step—voices, carts, metal, movement—life compressing toward the entrance.
I leaned back slightly, letting the rhythm of the cart carry me the rest of the way.
The gates of Axel were visible now.
Tall, sturdy, and—despite the earlier explosion—completely intact.
A small line had formed at the entrance. Guards checked people as they came and went, though the process seemed… relaxed.
After a moment of waiting, we ended up passing the door and not without the curious look of the guards in sight of Rex and Exe.
The cart rolled further in, wheels creaking against the stone road now.
"Alright," The old man said, pulling slightly on the reins. "I'll be heading toward the market district. If you're looking for information, that's one place. The other would be—"
"—the guild."
He glanced back, surprised.
"…You seem quite familiar with that."
"Just a guess."
He smiled.
"A good one."
The cart slowed as we reached a fork in the road.
"Here is where we part ways, I believe."
I hopped down from the cart, Rex following right after.
Exe drifted into place beside me.
Doran, the old man adjusted his back, then looked down at me with a thoughtful expression.
"You've been a great help, miss. If you ever find yourself in need of supplies, ask for me in the market. I will offer a fair price."
"Good to know."
He hesitated.
Then the old farmer reached into his pocket and handed me a small pouch.
I blinked.
"…What's this?"
"Just a bit of Eris," he said. "You'll need it."
I hesitated.
"…You don't have to—"
He grabbed my shoulder firmly.
"Listen, miss."
(…Here it comes.)
"Don't take things from strange men."
"…Alright."
"And don't follow suspicious women."
"…Got it."
He stared at me for a second longer, like he was trying to make sure I actually understood.
"…And miss—you should stop shooting that you truly a man—"
"…Don't start."
He laughed.
"I wish you luck regardless."
"Yeah, old man."
He clicked his tongue lightly, guiding the horse forward.
The cart rolled away, merging into the flow of the city.
I watched it go for a second.
Then turned.
"…Alright," I muttered.
"First objective—information."
Rex gave a small, eager rumble.
Exe hovered silently.
I started walking.
"Let's find that guild."
—
Meanwhile, the adventurer's group was still talking about the situation.
—
"I'm just saying, what if—"
"You're saying nothing. Walk."
Looking at his friend dejected expression, he proposed a idea that would probably not please to Noah.
"At worst, I would take you to the succubus cafe, so you can let off steam as you want with her."
—
And right that, begins to make sensation in people minds—
— and dreams.
Which the later is kind of unfortunate, even Noah himself will not know that information before a long time.
NB: I made some research and it seems that 3 hours of 'sleep' with the succubus cost only 5000 eris.