Bab 213: The Search for the Perfect Steed

Sebastian awoke to the early morning light streaming through his room's window.

<I miss my house…>

The Pale Moon Inn, was not bad considering it was located within the North City, but it was still not up to the real world's standards.

"The Pale Moon Inn, huh?" Sebastian eyed his room with a raised eyebrow.

"More like the 'Slightly Moldy Motel', if you ask me. I've seen cleaner subway stations back in the real world. But hey, at least here, alchol is strong."

Despite having slept relatively well and having rested enough, his muscles ached from the previous day's labor. He wasn't used to that kind of work, and despite being almost a superhuman, he used muscles he didn't use often.

After a hearty breakfast and a few moments to gather his thoughts, he decided it was time to continue his preparations.

Sebastian now had to find the right fanged to turn into an undead.

"Right then," Sebastian said, pacing back and forth inside the room.