Chapters 6 & 7 – My Daily Life in This World
"…Why are you staring? Come on already!"
The old man, sitting naked In a tub full of water, pointed to the other tub for me to get In.
How could I strip in front of him? I'd never done anything like that before.
What if he tried something weird?
No, no—he's my grandfather. He'd never do that!
I kept talking to myself until his threats finally pushed me in.
"…Huff."
I had no choice but to enter. I'd dodged it with excuses many times before, but not this time.
I hated his bath.
First of all… there was no shampoo.
And if there was, It was only for nobles.
The rest of us had to use herbal mixtures.
Grandpa used one of those instead of shampoo.
Second, the soap was awful.
It smelled bad and I had no idea what it was made of.
Third… what if someone came around the garden corner?
Grandpa: "Aren't you going to bathe?"
Me: "Yeah, yeah, I'm doing it now."
I shrugged and started scrubbing myself quickly.
…Well, it was nighttime. Time to sleep.
I wanted to brush my teeth—but with what?
A horsehair brush?
There were no proper toothbrushes.
And even if there were, again, only nobles had them.
So I had to use a horsehair brush. No toothpaste either.
Father: "We've all gathered here to thank the goddess for the blessings she's given us. We are healthy. We live under the church's protection."
It was Friday.
Just like in my previous world, it was a day for prayer and repentance.
Except here, it was to a goddess.
As usual, my mind wandered.
Eventually, I realized I should pay attention to Father.
After the prayer ended and people began to leave, Sister Eva gestured for me to come over.
Me: "Is something wrong?"
Sister Eva: "I wanted to ask if you could go with Sister Patolina."
Me: "Sure."
It was actually my second time going to the Third Wall—a very poor district—to help feed the needy.
The good part?
I got to go with the beautiful Sister Patolina.
Honestly, if she lived in my previous world, she'd be a famous influencer by now.
With her beauty and kindness, I'm surprised she never married a noble.
"Everyone, come! We brought food!"
I shouted as Sister Patolina filled bowls with food.
A large crowd of hungry, filthy children had gathered.
There was no clean water here.
And if there was, it was dangerously unsanitary.
Disease was rampant.
Hunger was constant.
Assaults were frequent.
Kidnappings—of children and women—were common.
I helped Sister Patolina distribute food.
I stayed close to her, just In case something happened.
Though a few church soldiers were stationed nearby.
Suddenly, a child screamed.
Everyone turned toward a horrifying scene:
A landlord, instead of collecting rent from a man who couldn't pay, took his child as payment—selling him off as a slave.
The mother screamed, begging for help.
But no one could do anything.
There were no written laws here.
And the Church Empire didn't intervene—because they were part of the corruption.
Nobles indulged in these acts for their own physical and emotional pleasure.
I watched a woman beg for her child.
But next time, it would be her turn.
Then, something worse happened.
Another man came, struck her on the head with a stick, and when she passed out, he picked her up and took her away.
No one cared.
It was normal here.
People had grown numb.
Since I arrived in this world, I've seen so many bitter scenes.
I tried to forget what had happened.
Instead, I focused on painting.
I poured the ideas in my head onto the canvas.
I had nothing else to do.
So I sat idle, wondering what I should do next.
In this world, working on Fridays was forbidden.
So I was stuck doing nothing.
If this were my previous life, I'd be doing something productive.
Eventually, I finished the painting.
After helping Grandpa, I went out to sell the paintings I'd made.
Thanks to the sales, I bought more art supplies and had a little money left.
I decided to treat myself—bought some fresh pastries and enjoyed them.
I don't know what came over me, but I decided to buy clothes.
When I entered the tailor's shop, he took my measurements.
I ordered an outfit: a long green coat down to my knees, matching pants, and a black hat.
I had two gold coins left, counting the ones I'd saved earlier.
As usual, the alarm rang.
Monsters were attacking.
The kingdom's knights had to defend the walls.
If my life continued like this, I'd be drafted Into the army at seventeen.
And if I didn't die, It would take three years.
Honestly, my life was boring.
I knew it.
And I kept wondering what I should do.
I decided to help Grandpa prepare food—at least I'd be doing something.
In the morning, I woke up to loud noises.
I went outside and saw everyone rushing around, working fast.
Grandpa ran toward me.
Grandpa: "Why are you standing there doing nothing? Hurry up!"
Me: "What's going on?"
Grandpa: "The Pope Is coming!"
Me: "The Pope?!"
End of Chapters 6 & 7