“This is ridiculous! I can’t get isekaied! I have like eight different phobias! And how am I supposed to know things without google…?! Oh, please tell me there isn’t a prophesied ancient evil, a demon lord or fascist empire to topple, because I am not dealing with that crap!” Nate walked up and down the kitchen floor

  “Nathan! Language!”

  “You are funny!” Laura giggled.

  Nate squinted at her;

  “Listen here you brat, if you start calling me onii-chan, you and I are gonna have beef…! Ouch! What was that for?!” the nun interrupted him by hitting him on the head.

  “Laura, go back to your room. You can take your milk with you.”

  “Yes Mother Olga. Let’s go Bunbun, say bye bye to the funny kid.” She shook the rabbit’s arm goodbye and scamper off, a spring in her step.

  “Bye, I guess… Hey, lady, can you eider confirm or deny the existence of any evil wizard overlords…”

  “That girl,” Olga continued, paying no heed to his rumblings, “is going to tell all her friends the new funny words she just learned tonight, and by tomorrow’s breakfast there’ll be a gaggle of little girls spewing obscenities inside the church’s orphanage…”

  “Oh… Well, I am sorry for that but, I was in the middle of this world shattering revelation and I… ”

  “No, you are not sorry yet, but don’t worry, by tomorrow you’ll be. You have no idea in how much trouble you just landed yourself in young sir... Now, finish that porridge, and go back to sleep.”

  “S-sure, but meanwhile, could you answer me some questions about this so-called Skills…?”

  The glare Olga fixed him with would have killed a lesser man.

  “Never mind!” he said in a voice a touch too frill, “I am eating now…”

  And Nate ate his whole plate without complaint or comment on how sanitary its preparation was. That last one was a first, but it helped that his stomach was completely emptied and there was a hurricane shaped like an old nun glaring thunderbolts at him.

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  He ate in silence and then walked in silence back towards the room, where he silently slipped back into his bed, upon which he remained for the rest of the night, watching the ceiling and trying to come to terms with his new reality.

  “A flaming isekai… A different world… You gotta be kidding me! I am not cut out for this crap! What will I do all day without my pc? No, scratch that! How am I supposed to survive in a planet without proper hygiene standards or medicine!? Man, if this people live anything like they did in Victorian London, then… uhg! I don’t even want to think about it… No, Nate, you must stay positive! I haven’t confirmed nor denied anything yet. There is still a chance I misunderstood what these so-called skills really are about and maybe I just somehow landed myself in an insular community of zeppelin loving amish, while someone gave me a drug that turned me back into a ten-year-old… Oh, who am I kidding! I got totally isekaied. Puffed out of my reality and into a world of magic. Crap! I am sure they are skimpy elves and cat girls hiding away somewhere…”

  “Would you shut up already!” a pillow was launched in his general direction.

  “Sorry… sorry… shutting up now…”

  The night pass with little sleep and day came way to soon.

  Dawn hadn’t cracked yet and Olga was already knocking at his door. She wasted no time in taking a groggy Nate back into the kitchen.

  “Nathan, this is Amanda,” she gestured at the plump nun that had greeted him and the constables at the door yesterday, “you’ll start your punishment by helping her with breakfast and the clean up afterwards.”

  “But Olga,” Amanda tried, “Don’t you think is a bit much to punish him on his first day here…? To think the poor thing was so hurt when he came…”

  “Not a word, Amanda. You can caudle him all that you want once his weeklong punishment is over. Now if you excuse me, I’ll lit up the stoves for you, and then go run damage control over a certain group of girls… Come here boy, help me with this.”

  Olga made Nate lay the fuel under the iron casted heater. He started doing so in a sleepy daze, but no sooner had saw the sooty and rusted interior, he backpedaled, wide awake.

  “Don’t you know how disgusting that is?! For that matter, how can you cook in a place this cluttered! What will you do if some bugs or rats are nesting nearby and you don’t notice!? Do you fathom how many diseases…?”

  “Enough! Do as you are told or I’ll shove you inside there!”

  “Yes ma’am!”

  Nate finished placing the last of the tinder with the point of his fingers and then scampered back, before Olga, rolling her eyes, knelt forward, and turn it alit with the point of hers.

  “Wait! How did you do that?! Is that a skill?”

  “Mother Olga has the Heat skill capped out. She can warm small objects and produce small flames. Pretty impressive for Bronce tier, right?” Amanda said conspiratorially.

  “Capped out? What does that mean? And Bronce tier? Am I to assume there is a Gold and Silver? What are these tiers to begin with?”

  “Oh, poor thing! How hard did you hurt yourself?!”

  “Don’t indulge him, Amanda. Is clear his memories are not right yet. Let Dana handle it.”

  “But I…!”

  “Not a word young man. This is a punishment not trivia night. Now, start working you two. And don’t let me catch you slacking!”