Reincarnated With Zero Aptitude For Magic

Chapter 5: Unacceptable violence

The rain has calmed down, it looks like it's somehow only pouring at the outskirts.  

As far as Arion's intellectual capacity can reach, the world where he was reincarnated has the resemblance of the planet earth in various aspects.

The only striking difference between his previous world and the new one is that the people inhabiting the lands were somewhat in an era where they were still in a medieval age or alike.

But what made it special was a thing that could boggle Arion's mind in a spectacle and amazement. After he walked through the gate that has a fancy iron arch that says "Capital of Althas Kingdom." He thought he's dreaming when he beheld the view and clamoring of the crowds that greeted him.

A feast for an eye, Arion perceived different races that should only exist in fantasy settings. Seeing a lady which has very long ears and blonde hair, presumably, her race is called elf, the other had furry skin and tails which is probably a beastman, people that where small about 4 feet as they should be dwarves and much more races that he had never seen before.

However, that's not the only thing that mesmerized him in astonishment.

"Is that... magic?!" His eyes almost popped out upon observing the shop keeper that sells fishes was manipulating the water like its a normal thing to do while the guy that sells luscious, mouth-watering grilled meat had the ability to produce fire on his hands.

There were even some entertainers near the fountain in the middle of the place where they use the wind to manipulate the floating things, which made the kids and the passing strangers very festive.

Aside from overwhelming different races, the houses situated in these lands where quite staunch for a medieval environment as they had the second floor, roads were paved with a patterned-carved flagstone, and countless street lamps across the points. Even without the utilization of tools or technology, this kingdom has become prosperous because of the concept known as the magic that they were using in their daily lives.

"Oh my god... I'm having goosebumps. What is this feeling?" Arion asked to himself. He doesn't know how to properly react in these kinds of situations.

While he's waking down the crowds of these various people, he felt the quiet stares of those around him. It's not like he disliked this kind of treatment and rather he's used to this since he's famous during his previous life.

"I think they were looking at my clothes," Arion deduced. After all, he's still his wearing polka-dotted turtle-neck sweater, jeans and shoes, and white socks. For the rest of those that saw him, they think he came from a foreign kingdom.

Technically he doesn't have any slightest clue where the Guildhall could be or where he should head-out next. The first rational action he should do was to ask the citizens of this capital, and so he tried approaching one of the humans amongst the crowds.

"He-Hello... eh...?" The mood became awkward when the guy he tried talking with stepped back away from him. And not just that guy, anyone around his proximity is literally and conspicuously disregarding him when he just wanted to ask some questions.

"This is harder than it looks like... huh?" While finding a person he could converse, two guards that looked like knights based on their ironclad set-up tugged his sleeves. He turned around and spoke brazenly showing his good-side demeanor.

"Hello there, I'd like to ask where can I find–" His words were halted when the knights pointed out the spear they were holding at his throat.

"Are you from the Yershtrish Kingdom?! State your reason why you came here." Such strong enmity that they even bear their fangs upon him, when it comes to taking care of these circumstances, it turns out he can handle it pretty easily.

"No, no." The first thing Arion did was to act calm exposing he had no ill-will towards the kingdom. "I came from a different land up south. This is my first time here so I'd like to know where the Guildhall is located since I want to become a mage."

Nailing it off the right of the bat, he also needed to hide the fact that he was reincarnated. He also used the usual kind-hearted smile facade he usually wears during a talk with his relatives in the past.

The two knights clarified that there's no way Arion could be a foreign threat to the kingdom, they can't just judge him based on his appearance alone.

"We apologize for the sudden obstruction, we have our reason. As for the Guildhall, we warmly welcome you to be a combat mage during these times. It's located at the southern plaza up further north." The knights gestured the location of his destination. In the blink of his eyes, he already knew the exact coordinates.

"Well thank you, kind knights! Well, I should be off now." Just like that, he waved at them and went straight to the Guildhall. As for the fact that he can actually converse with the inhabitants of this world through his previous language, it must be the work of magic again. Now he needed much more time so he can fully fathom the true nature of this world through studying it while venturing.

Not long before he reached the Guildhall which literally had the signage above the second floor posted on the windows. It's not much different from a big mansion but for Arion, it has the kind of medieval feel maybe because of the pattern of bricks, and the roof is covered in wooden shingles and stone slab which has has a bit of luxurious exterior design when looking the outside at a distance.

Casually walking towards the entrance, Arion noticed a mob of mage based on their get-up from head to toe, wearing mage garments where a part of the clothing has modified attachment of metallic armor. They were all man and they seem to be beating up someone near the chart board probably for posting news and stuff.

When he was going to enter the Guildhall, he glimpses at the badly wounded girl that supposedly an elf, having a glossy long green hair while she was constantly being beaten up, mercilessly striking, pummelling, and kicking her until her face was kissing the soil. He was lost for words towards the brutality she was receiving not fighting back.

Now that he remembers, he couldn't expect that this world is the same as earth. There were no laws that enforce peace, nor any kind of justice towards violence.

The kindness he hid inside his heart suddenly swelled up within him. He knew he had to interfere, or else he'll forever regret it until the day he dies.

"Unacceptable.... stop that!" Arion shouted at them without thinking beforehand.

If he was reincarnated, he is thinking he had some sort of special ability. The mobs of mages stared at him flaunting dominance.

Even if he had to beat up these foolish people, Arion will uphold the justice he knew from his previous life since it became a part of his firm conviction, and he can just continue what he should do later.