Semi-Coercive Imperialist

I found a studio apartment in Prozen.

It was only a place to stay for about one to two weeks starting today.

"...It's cramped."

Is this a prison cell?

Setting aside my days as a fugitive, when the streets were my home, this was exactly the size of the underground prison.

The monthly rent for a room this small was 1,300 Livres. Roughly 1,000 dollars in Imperial currency.

University students must have it rough.

I unpacked my things for now. A terminal. A wiretap. A communicator. A pistol. A dagger. Some Prozen currency. I hadn't brought the Ebenholtz longsword. Too conspicuous a weapon risked giving away my identity.

Swish──