Diary of an Otherworld Reincarnate: Juneburg’s Troubles and New Plans

Upon returning home, the two maids immediately flopped onto the bed, blissful smiles gracing their faces.

“Oh, this feels incredible, truly incredible.”

“It’s like heaven on earth.”

Seeing their exaggerated reaction, Iordera couldn’t help but feel a surge of exasperation.

“Must you be so dramatic? Have I been starving you on a regular basis, or what?”

Besides, weren’t both of you the ones who prepared the meals? And I certainly provide enough money.

“That’s entirely different,” Nina said, opening her eyes.

“This meal cost us nothing, nor did we have to lift a finger to prepare it.”

Yuna added, “Food acquired without effort tastes exceptionally sweet.”

With that, both of them settled onto their pillows, closing their eyes in utter comfort.

Iordera rushed over and pulled them both upright.

“Don’t go to sleep so early; I still have some questions for you.”

Yuna remained motionless, nudging her older sister.

“Young Miss, ask her if you have something.”

Nina, as the elder sister, reluctantly sat up.

“What is it, Young Miss? Go ahead and ask.”

“First, do you know where the Continental United Academy is located?”

“Yes, it’s in Saroyan, the Empire’s most prosperous border city.”

Iordera nodded.

“Understood. Then Saroyan shall be our next destination.”

Nina perked up slightly.

“Young Miss, are you planning to attend the Continental United Academy?”

“Yes.”

“That is the highest institution of learning on the entire continent, the absolute pinnacle. Everyone there is either immensely wealthy or exceptionally noble,” Nina attempted to explain delicately.

“Young Miss, if you wish to enter, it might, perhaps, be a tad difficult.”

Iordera sounded unconvinced.

“Really? Is it truly that exaggerated?”

“It is,” Nina explained, “You see, the Continental United Academy follows an ultra-elite path, admitting only a very small number of students each year.

Furthermore, those who graduate typically go on to join the Empire’s core institutions, ensuring a lifetime free from worry.”

“Not only must one come from an exceedingly wealthy and noble family, but they must also be a super genius.”

Yuna also opened her eyes and added, “They are all people above people (TL Note: A Chinese idiom meaning ‘the elite of society,’ or ‘those at the top of the social hierarchy’).”

Iordera coughed awkwardly, finally confiding in her maids.

“Alright, honestly, I wasn’t actually planning to enroll. I just want to find a job there. Doing odd jobs or sweeping floors, that shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

“Odd jobs? Oh, then that’s fine,” Nina said, nodding.

She began to lie down on the bed once more.

“Hey, don’t rush to sleep! I haven’t finished asking yet.”

“Young Miss, it’s so late already; it’s time for bed,” Nina said, yawning and rubbing her eyes.

“Aren’t you supposed to wake up early for work tomorrow?”

Iordera chuckled.

“Coincidentally, no, I don’t. My work finished ahead of schedule, and I even got paid for two extra days.”

Yuna rolled over in bed.

“So, does this mean we’ll be leaving Juneburg soon? Ouch, that hurts! My clothes are digging in.”

As the younger sister, Yuna possessed a petite figure, yet her chest showed no lack of ‘nourishment’.

Indeed, simply rolling over in bed caused her to be poked by her ‘cotton balls’.

Nina helped her unfasten her clothing.

“If you have a large bust, you should be more careful in daily life. Take off your clothes before sleeping. Why would you sleep in stiff fabric?”

“I’m too lazy to take them off.”

Iordera silently averted her gaze, feeling a touch of embarrassment.

‘Damn these beautiful girls. Do they think being pretty means they don’t have to work?’

“As I said, I haven’t finished asking my questions yet. Regarding leaving Juneburg, yes, it will be soon. Unless something unexpected happens, we’ll depart in a couple of days,” she said, weighing the money pouch in her hand.

“After all, our travel funds are nearly sufficient.”

After helping her sister undress and cover herself with the quilt, Nina sat down again.

“What other questions do you have, Young Miss? Ask quickly.”

“It’s about Sheila the Guardian,” Iordera stated, “How much do you know?”

Nina simply rolled her eyes at her.

“Young Miss, there are so many stories about the Guardian that I could sit here and tell you all night, and still not finish.

If you want to know, just go to the library and browse some books. Why ask me?”

“The stories in… the books aren’t necessarily true,” Iordera said, clearly dissatisfied.

“What if they’re made up?”

“Well, what I say isn’t necessarily true either, my Young Miss,” Nina replied helplessly.

“The stories I know about the Guardian are all told by bards, which makes their credibility even lower.”

“…That’s true enough.”

Nina lay down again, pulling the quilt over her head and even feigning two snores.

This time, nothing would make her get up.

Iordera sighed in resignation, returning to her own bed to lie down.

Quite a lot had happened today: she had uncovered clues about the origin of her body, learned new skills, and even thoroughly thrashed the witch’s minions on the way home.

That evening, at the barbecue gathering, she had gleaned much information from Andrew and the others.

It wasn’t just about their work for the city lord or the Alchemy Association; they had also shared various other miscellaneous details.

“Hmph.”

Lying on the bed, the 萝莉 (TL Note: A term for a young girl, often implying a cute or childlike appearance) rubbed her pure white hair, which gleamed like moonlight.

Perhaps due to her physical condition, instead of feeling drunk after consuming alcohol, she felt even more energized.

‘This is it, I truly won’t sleep until the moon does (TL Note: A humorous Chinese phrase indicating one is too restless or energized to sleep, often used late at night).’

She sat up, gently tapping on the lamp in her bedroom.

Unsure of what to do, she simply ambled around the room for a few turns.

The items Nina had purchased earlier that day were still on the table: colorful pencils and a small bear-shaped eraser lay there.

Iordera sat down, picked up a pencil, and then retrieved a notepad.

‘Who writes a diary if they’re a proper person? But then, would a proper person be unable to sleep in the middle of the night?’

At any rate, the eraser was at hand. She could simply erase it after writing; there was no shame in that.

The young girl began to move her small hand, starting her ‘Otherworld Reincarnation Diary’.

[I reincarnated, becoming a doll-like young girl. There’s not much to say, I feel quite pained inside. However, since things have come to this, there’s no need to be sad; fortunately, there’s always a way out.]

[For now, I’m temporarily residing in a place called Juneburg. It’s a medium-sized city in this otherworld, but its situation is dire due to a witch being imprisoned here and her minions causing chaos.]

[The Alchemy Association is no longer trusted, and all its members have been dismissed. The city’s public transportation goes unmaintained, forcing me to walk to and from work every day.]

This was something she had heard from the men earlier that evening.

Alchemy in this otherworld was so advanced that even teleportation gates existed, so naturally, the city also had public transportation facilities: alchemical railcars driven by energy crystals.

However, with all the alchemists dismissed, the railcars lacked maintenance and operation, rendering them unusable.

[The Mage Association likely received intelligence over half a year ago, and unwilling to remain in a city with a witch present, they departed Juneburg long ago under the pretext of academic exchange, leading to a weakening of the city’s defenses.]

This, too, she had learned tonight. Iordera felt a pang of regret; she wouldn’t be able to witness the otherworld’s magic she had so yearned for in Juneburg.

[With insufficient city defenses, the witch’s minions run rampant, and innocent people are harmed daily. At such a time, individuals like me must step forward and ‘hammer a little kid’ (TL Note: A humorous Chinese internet slang phrase, often used to describe easily defeating an opponent, implying the opponent is weak or unskilled).]

[Just look at my team fight performance today: initiating with a phantom skill, using the second strike to preempt the enemy—a flawless skill execution.]

Feeling a small surge of pride, Iordera continued to write: [Next time I encounter the witch’s minions, I’ll still ‘hammer a little kid’ (TL Note: A humorous Chinese internet slang phrase, often used to describe easily defeating an opponent, implying the opponent is weak or unskilled), even if the patrol guards criticize me again…].

Her writing hand paused slightly.

‘Why would the patrol guards criticize me?’

Suddenly, a phrase echoed in Iordera’s mind—

‘The people in this city aren’t what you imagine them to be.’

These were the words Sir Olcott had spoken to her on her second day of work.