"UUUWWWAAAHHH!!!"
Stretching his arms high in the air, Natsuki awoke from the very miserable sleep he had yesterday. Sure, the geds were all fine and dandy, but like all medieval beds, they were shit. True, as one of the best inns in the city the mattresses were undoubtedly filled with the softest equivalent of Swan feathers, but do you know what it feels like to have the stabs of those damn feathers sticking up your arse all night feels like?
It fucking sucks
Natsuki swore that for the first time in ages, he'd rather grovel to that limp-dicked of an asshole Shinri than to sleep in the hellhole of a bed again.
I mean, why did people romanticise that sleeping in Medieval beds was awesome? It'd be a miracle if I didn't catch bedbugs or STDs here!
Grumbling in agony he dragged himself off the coarse bed, massaging his poor back to ensure that at least he didn't feel the damn potholes that were created by the bed. Anyway, I wonder if they managed to find out what happened to Scaramond's tablet? We really do need to get all the souls back to the reincarnation pool...
As he opened the door with the biggest yawn he could possibly muster, he was met face-to-face with a cute redhead, freckles sprayed all across her tiny face. "U-um sor, good morning to you. Did you have a wonderful sleep– OUCH!"
Nervous beyond any doubt, she bit her tongue, causing it to bleed. At the sudden pain, she covered her mouth with her right hand, her five fingers trying their best to relieve the pain. Waving her hand, she dismissed any form of help. "N-no, sorry sir. I just came up here in case you needed any help. Also, the other sirs have asked me to tell you that they are waiting for you downstairs to come..."
Taking back the basket, the little maid deftly used her six fingers to catch the falling towel, scampering as quickly as she possibly could. Confused at the sight, Natsuki eventually went back, wanting to change his clothes before meeting with the rest of the gang. Just as he was about to step into the bathroom, he stopped, blood turning cold...
Wait, since when did she have six fingers!?
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Rubbing his head from the warm bath, Natsuki quickly dashed down the stairs, realising that he had fucked up by staying for too long in the bath (You're no true reincarnator if you don't take a bath in a wooden tub at the first inn...– Book Of Isekai, Page 10). Seeing everyone pissed, Natsuki knew that if he had no proper excuse, there would be Japanese BBQ that very night, along with a side of fries. "Sorry for being late y'all! I was hung up on the fact that my maid suddenly had her fingers increase by one as she was handing me the towels on the morning–"
"Wait, you had something weird happen to you as well!?"
Taken aback, Natsuki turned his attention to Vylara, whose open mouth was spilling the meat sandwich that she was currently chewing. Isn't she supposed to be an Elf!? I thought that all Elves are supposed to be vegetarians...
Ignoring his questioning gaze, Vylara described what happened to her in the morning as she was preparing to come down. "You see, I had an orange I bought yesterday lying on the table. When I went to pick it up to eat it, it somehow slipped through my fingers! I thought it was just an illusion, and so, in the spirit of research, I tried poking it once again, but this time, I really felt something! I thought that I was just hallucinating, but if even the newbie says there is something weird, then we should definitely look into it..."
Scaramond was too busy trying to fix the device, so all he gave was a soft hum in reply, but Knoxis went deep in thought....
Just when they thought they would have to abandon this mission, the old man gave a surprising order–
"Hey Vy, why don't you take the kid to the woods? Let him wander around, me and Scaramond would look into what's going on with the tablet..."