Eren stepped out of the window, blocking his field of vision because he was not used to it, brushed aside his long blue hair that fell in front of him and looked around.
Apparently, the place he had just been in was a hospital-like building made of wood, and although it was a single-story building, it was bigger than he had imagined, covering a large area.
Moreover, many medicinal herb fields were planted around the building. Eren realized with just a glance or two that it would be almost impossible to leave this place without attracting the attention of the white-clothed people working in the herb fields. If he wanted to sneak out of here, he would probably have to wait for the night.
But he didn't need to because there was no reason for him to run away from here.
Eren briefly checked his condition and the condition of his clothes, then approached a little girl who was gently watering the plants in a field. Judging from the fact that the little girl was wearing the same clothes as everyone else, it was very likely that she had been sold into slavery at a young age.
With this idea, Eren had a more detailed understanding of the era he was in and knew that now was not the time to feel sorry for her.
"Hey, little girl!"
The girl turned around and bowed politely to Eren, more calmly than Eren had expected. Apparently, even though she was a slave, she didn't live such a bad life that she had to live in fear.
"I forgot to ask the physician where the exit door to this place is. Can you help me?"
"You can leave by following the path through the trees over there, sir."
There was no further difficulty waiting for Eren after that, and he followed the path through the trees to a large door. The guards at the gate didn't question his identity but only looked at him sideways because the only thing he was wearing was a long white patient gown.
When Eren locked eyes with the guards, they immediately bowed and saluted him.
After all these clues, Eren realized a few things.
First of all, the place he was in must be a much more luxurious hospital than he had imagined. So much so that none of the visitors who came here should be important personalities who would not be looked down upon by the staff.
Secondly, the doctor must have lied to him about people trying to avoid paying by pretending to have amnesia. The fact that the guards didn't question him even though he looked suspicious suggests that you have to pay a fee before you can come here, or that only people who are too rich to care about the cost of treatment come here.
Considering these two things, the identity of the person who brought Eren here becomes even more mysterious.
Eren walked across the street and out of sight of the guards, hoping that the person who brought him here would not ask him to pay them back in the future.
Even though he was wearing nothing but a white patient gown, it was much better than what he had on when he first came to this world with the character he remembered.
In addition, the gown was not as wide as it had been in his previous world, and it was not completely white but slightly yellow.
After entering an alley where no one was around, Eren ripped off the bandages used to dress a simple wound on his right arm and wrapped them around his hand. And so the one-piece dress he was wearing turned into something more like something a poor peasant would wear.
Of course, the quality of the fabric is not that bad.
Moreover, considering that the slippers next to the hospital bed are still on her feet, she has leveled up from a poor peasant to a poor city dweller.
He could see the same thing in the memories of the original body and when he looked at other people on the street. The easiest way to tell peasants from cities is to look at their feet.
While the rich and nobles can wear special shoes made with careful craftsmanship, ordinary people wear what are called sandals, wooden slippers or nothing at all.
The so-called sandals are just rawhide tied to the foot with a string.
Compared to that, what he wears on his feet is a bit more comfortable. It's probably a simple shoe made of layered leather with cotton in the middle.
If she can work a bit more on the dress she's wearing and find a hairpin to tie her hair up, at least she won't have too much difficulty when she's in the process of looking for a job to complete the second mission.
All she will have to do now is to create a background story for herself.
...
Eren trusted the descriptions of the people around him and came to the edge of the river flowing in the middle of the capital and looked at himself in the river. This was the first time he had seen his new body in such detail.
He couldn't be called handsome, but he certainly had potential. Especially his eye color was a color that people would not easily forget.
In fact, considering that he had a surname unlike most people, Eren guessed that the history of the body he was in now might be more complicated than he thought. Maybe he was the last remaining bloodline of a fallen noble family.
His hair looked cleaner than when he first woke up, but he did not hesitate to undress and enter the river.
The river was flowing fast, so the cleanliness of the river water was beyond doubt.
The medical knowledge of the people of this era was not something Eren could rely on. The fact that his left arm wasn't there because of a simple inflammation confirmed that.
In order to avoid dying in a similar situation, Eren started to remove the bandages one by one, but when he got to the main part where the big wounds were, he realized that he was more reliable than the physician had expected.
Ignoring the smell of medicinal herbs in his nostrils, he wrapped the bandage around the big wound again and washed the small wounds in the river.