There Is No Such Otherworld

In early 1862 of the Kingdom Calendar, Grandenid, a magnificent city said to make everyone's dreams come true, welcomed a great junior alchemist: Lorne Field. Later, bards would compete to sing his praises, telling of an alchemist with magic eyes that could appraise anything. [Two copper coins of almost no value. You could use them to buy... No, you couldn't buy anything at all. But you could go find a moldy apple and cosplay as Snow White before you die.] Clutching the only two copper coins he had, Lorne sighed. "This other world is so boring. There's no phone, just fire dragons that migrated here from the East, flying over every day to randomly burn a few people to death. And why is my golden finger such a sharp-tongued, tsundere weirdo?"