"Backlund..." Early in the morning, Trissy stepped out of Backlund Station, draped in clothes that did not quite fit her.
The pale yellow morning fog carried a pungent smell, making Trissy frown.
She had only three soli left to her name, but with the skills of a former Assassin, money had never been something worth worrying about.
After all, those three soli had been lifted from Tingen Station.
What troubled Trissy more now was where she was supposed to go.
Other than the word "Backlund," the Oracle in her mind had remained completely silent. Even now that she had set foot on this land, there were still no further instructions.
It was as though that existence had casually placed a toy that seemed rather entertaining within easy reach, then simply left it alone.
"Right, that damned cat!"
Perhaps praying to a great existence had been too much of a shock, because it took Trissy several beats before she finally remembered the one who had dragged her into this mess.
She desperately wanted to contact him immediately, but remembering that the contact method the cat had left her was still to pray to that great existence left Trissy feeling exhausted.
They said prayer was something that happened either zero times or countless times, but having just experienced the feeling of her body being casually manipulated like a toy, Trissy decided it would be better to wait a while.
She casually found a clothing store aimed at the working class and spent two soli on an outfit made of mediocre fabric but at least properly fitted. Then, following a map, she found a library, borrowed locally published newspapers such as the Backlund Post, and quickly used the knowledge granted by the Assassin potion to spot patterns in the information. Before long, she