Ever Seen a Short Haired Villainess?

chap 8

-PoV: you can write

I sometimes wonder if this story is leading towards the throne of good stories that can lead to someone's recommendation or just a few reader fan fiction that does not lead towards anything. Not that I know or anything, but well I'll pray so that more people can read this and make a living out of it.

Okay, I'm not a good narrator, so bear with it. The whole entire plot is messed up, and I'm reminded by coin lockers. Oh the environment I have lived! Horrid.

But well I'm getting exiled... So what now? Do I like... Live my life as a commo- as someone who has now a very low status? Well there goes your tutorial on how to be from a gold spoon into a wooden spoon. Why are we using spoons? Why am I here? Okay I have no idea, but they're for real rid off me for good. I guess that's what Er*n feels after going outside to hunt some titans.

But I'm already exiled if you're wondering. Carriage are bumpy items that makes me threw up. Damn this weak stomach of hers, but I think I ate too many dairy sweets, curses! This ain't solving anything! Where to go now? Do you think I brought enough money to like...go around? A dream! A dream I say! Them rich villainess stories have lied a big fat chunky sassy lie! The currency is different, which is the worst part. Yes, I moved places using a raft since the cruise ship is restricted after it got hit by an iceberg (Only nobels who has enough money are allowed). I'm still at Erdinbergh, just different places.

This year is probably older than 20'th century. Could be BC, just earlier development. Cool, but unhelpful for the poor. I think I'll open a shop for boats and carriages when I grow up (with a free discount). For now I can write novels that will one day, become best-seller and sell through the whole library in the world and become histories most famous and richest woman. Dream big, the wise ones quoth.

I wish I at least try getting into medics in my old life, I think I have insomnia. I cannot take sleep seriously like I always do. I lay in my bed, thinking much to fill my brain, but I can't get a minute and peaceful sleep. I think if I'm a doctor, I'll learn about medics and make the world's first sedative. Still, don't drink it too much or you'll end up walking towards your death bed. Shoot, the lofi's getting in.

I just got reminded because I can read. I'm an ex-noble and a 20 year old woman! Of course I can read! Kayla-ssi may be called as smart, but she can't write. The one who writes her letters is her Lady-in-waiting. Shit, what's her name again? Been a few weeks, I have a short term memory since I was born with a TBI. It's because of constant abuse and my death, okay? I wonder how that old guy's doing?

Okay, anyways-
Me, walking through the streets, searching for an inn is possible-less. You already know the negative word for that so....but speaking of inn, I searched and searched in every nook and friggin cranny. Find anything? No. Just clues that I won't ever solve for a thousand years. Come on! I ain't Sherlock or C*nan or Edogawa Ranpo!
This Irresponsible girly here can't even solve 6th graders math equation! I forgot everything about roman numeral....heh.

Okay, this is stupid. As much as I am an idiot, at least I watch a few guessing games.

Looking through my surroundings, the first hint leads to an arrow pointing towards an alleyway. A narrow one. Inside is a big door with a piece of paper attached to it that says; "If you need help, I'll assist." .... I give up, I'll call gramps.

*ding ding

I shook the bell gently. Then a man popped up, now still with a figure of the guy whom I still hate, and by I, I mean Kayla-ssi.

"Whaddy want, child?"

I pointed at the note that's written.

"What does that mean ?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell"

"Why?"

"Solve that yourself"

I wanna ask why but, no need. He's tryna tell me something and it's up to me to solve! Uh... Elegante... Wait, THIS IS NOT A MYSTERY GENRE GOSH DARN IT!

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After wandering around for like... 2 hours, I finally found what the small man is showing me. Don't ask why I call him small man now, he's as tiny as a dwarf.

The door is pointing towards a banner called 'Thoma's Jack of all trades', frik that was unrecognized. So yeah, I went in. Shoot, i think i have a haid.

"Excuse me" i said, knocking the moldy wooden door. Uhh it's wet and slippery.

A minute of silence for a while until someone came in and open the door.

"Uhh...hello..?" A man (or an androgynous guy?) With messy curly hair and a smear of black on his left cheek, standing behind this moldy door. Sometimes I wonder, then ponder; the realization of thoughts in my head.

'He really is a guy with a pretty face. Damn, why is an androgynous person more beautiful than me?'

"Ehem, so sorry to bother you sir, but is this place an inn?"