After putting on a cloak and using the Madness Ring to turn herself into Miss Irene Watson, a round-faced, freckled woman, Angel finally went down to the first floor of the inn, ready to head out.
She spotted Pierre pacing about boredly by the entrance. The Higher Normal School student had changed into a rather formal outfit: a white shirt, brown vest and coat, and fitted trousers. His short black hair had been slicked down until it gleamed, but because he was rather thin, the formal wear made him look more like an inn waiter.
So that was why he brought me to stay near his school... Angel chuckled inwardly and lowered her head as she passed in front of him. Pierre merely gave the ordinary-looking woman a quick glance before promptly looking back into the depths of the inn, trying to find that flash of color he had never forgotten all night.
Taking a hired carriage, she arrived at the Trier branch of Backlund Bank she had selected the night before and withdrew part of the money in her anonymous account in local currency.
Compared with Loen's bizarre exchange rate between Gold Pounds, soli, and pennies, Intis truly deserved to be called a country once ruled by the transmigrator Emperor Roselle. Its legal tender consisted of only two currencies, Verl D'Or and Koppe, exchanged at a rate of 1:100. Of course, in terms of actual currency, copper coins, silver coins, gold coins, and banknotes all circulated, another characteristic of the era.
Stuffing a small stack of Verl D'Or and a handful of copper and silver coins into her pockets, Angel left the bank and found a restaurant to deal with breakfast.
Rejecting the familiar, delicious, but frequently available Dixie Pie set meal, she chose strawberry jam pancakes, cream soufflé,