12 Diary of Ichiro 1

Well .. what to say .. I decided to buy paper and pen, or the one that comes closest in this world, to collect my thoughts on all this; still hard to believe that all this is real ... well .. I was just a dude who had just finished school and wanted to enjoy the holidays and read the new volumes of manga, and instead I found myself in another world .. .a real "isekai".

It would have been perfect if it wasn't that I wasn't the one that that bitch of a goddess, Fumina, wanted; apparently he wanted a nice guy and dumped me in a forest to die without compliments, I can still remember the blades of those goblins that pierced me but I can say I took my revenge at the examination of the Guild.

If it were not for Shakti I would have died and I am grateful to her for doing it, but I know that for her I am a tool for her purposes and I don't care as long as I can have these powers.

At this very moment while I'm writing Cattleya is doing me a tittyfuck with her titanic and soft tits and Akeno has gone shopping with the money we have left; and with regards to these the situation is becoming preouccupante: there are just the money left to stay a couple of days at the tavern so we absolutely have to accept the quests.

Fortunately, thanks to the fact that I rank C, I have access to some fairly profitable quests and it will be enough for me to take one or two to solve the money problem for a while; my goal now, however, is that arrogant noblewoman: a typical annoying and self-centered ojou-sama, and from what I heard seems to be the third daughter of one of the most famous families in the city and an extremely radical faithful of the church of Fumina (egogentric bitch).

I have to come up with a plan to be able to exploit it and if I can convince her with good or bad, I will make sure that she herself will be the ruin of her beloved church ... what an irony ...

Note to me: writing with feather pens and inkwell is a real break, I have to look for someone who can build me a real pen or get it in some other way; I must also remember not to let myself be made by Cattleya or Akeno of 'services' as I write, I almost made the ink spill three times.