Hear the girls' answer

Her terms would have both girls working five hours a day just to afford a bed and a single meal. They also don’t include you at all. Much to your surprise, and, admittedly, your relief, both Blythe and Lia immediately scowl at the bunnykin bombshell’s offer. Blythe even steps over to you and loops her arm around your own, inadvertently pressing her large cleavage into your side in the process. The receptionist watches her do this and looks shocked, but that emotion is quickly wiped from her face by the frustration of her job offer being so poorly received. Since Lia didn’t move over to you, the blonde bunny looks back to her.

“Is two too low? I can go up to three, but—”

“I’ve been scammed before, lady,” says Lia. The bunnykin raises an eyebrow. “You’ve been eying up me and my friend ever since we walked in here. I don’t know what the catch here is, and I honestly don’t care to find out.” Lia reaches for your free hand and pulls you towards the door. “Come on, Evan, Blythe, let’s find somewhere less trashy.” You turn your head on your way out to see the busty bunnykin standing with a clenched fist over her bosom, looking down and away and chewing hard on her bottom lip.

For the next hour or so, the three of you are back on the streets looking for anything that could possibly improve your situation. A quick chat with a street vendor confirms that drachmas are the only viable currency in this town. They show you one of the golden coins, and it looks incredibly plain apart from the face of a long-bearded wizard emblazoned on one side. You talk to a seller of enchanted items who offers you fifty drachmas for your smartphone, but Blythe talks you out of selling it. She goes on about how it’s a precious heirloom from your homeland that you should be more attached to, but you know that there’s also a part of her that doesn’t want you to get rid of it before she’s had a chance to play with it. It’s really that part of her that convinces you to keep it, not the sentimental heirloom stuff. You sold your Earth clothes easily enough, so you can’t imagine your phone would be any different when you think about it from that point of view. Out of curiosity, you check a couple of inns that you pass by, but the lowest price for single rooms you can find is eight drachmas. By the time the sun is setting, the three of you are making your way out of town hungry, and without a single drachma to your name.

You happen to pass through the gate right at the shift change for the guards, so the two who let you in earlier tell the night crew not to worry about you. With the guards’ blessings, your party picks a nice flat spot near the wall to set up camp. The girls set up the tents while you get started working on a half-decent fire pit. You were more of a glamper, if anything, back on Earth, but you know enough to not start a fire right on the grass. After using Lia’s knife to cut away some of the taller grasses around, you find some big rocks and put them in a circle in the middle of the cleared area. Now, all you need is wood and you’ll be good to go. Just when you start to think about finding a tree somewhere, one of the night guards walks over with some firewood. It’s a young man, reserved yet clearly very passionate about protecting people. He doesn’t allow you to refuse the wood, saying it’s his duty to help people in need. Blythe walks over and thanks him before the two of you watch him return to his post for the night.

…

“Roar, searing blaze. Ignition!”

The mana flows from your palm, forming a flame about the size of a golf ball which quickly launches itself into the pile of firewood. Flames rise from the timber and spread light around your little camp site just as the last glimmers of twilight give way to the dark of night. Each member of your party, yourself included, munches on stale bread as you sit around the fire. Blythe passes you her canteen, which you magically refill along with your own. You’ve officially been labeled as both the leader and the mage of this party, seeing as how A, Blythe and Lia are only in this party because of you, and B, your mana capacity seems to be growing at an unheard of rate for a human. Just a few days ago, you were falling over from exhaustion after trying out a couple of spells. Now, after lighting the fire and filling both of the canteens to the brim, you’re barely tired. It might be worth learning a few more spells from your book if you can find the time. You aren’t comfortable being the only one in the party with any magic at all, though. After no small amount of convincing, you get the girls to learn the same fire, water, and heal spells as you. Blythe is able to make a fireball about as big as yours on her first attempt, but is immediately dead tired for trying it; Lia’s comes out as no more than a spark, and she’s pretty worn out afterward too.

“I get why you’re having us memorize those,” says Lia, “but man, I don’t know how you do it. I feel awful after one lousy spell.”

“Evan is clearly special,” Blythe says. Both girls look to you as they nibble on their bread, passing Blythe’s canteen between them to take turns washing it down. “I have no doubt that he will become far more powerful in time.” Blythe looks at you with an adoring smile, the firelight glistening in her deep green eyes. Lia’s expression is more complicated: there’s warmth, but there’s also some uncertainty in how she looks at you. It wouldn’t surprise you if she’s still scared of you being a demon lord, some inherently evil being who’s stringing her along on a quest to destroy the world. With this apparently inhuman rate of growth you have, world domination seems like it might actually be possible if you were so inclined. It’s going to be an uphill battle convincing her that that’s not what I’m after, you think. All I want is a world of scantily clad warrior women and half-naked half-elves. Classic isekai fantasy, complete with my own harem of sexy women. I’d really like to think I can achieve that without destroying the world.

Since it’s pretty warm despite night having fallen, you decide to set up your bedroll outside and sleep under the stars. Well, you’re also doing it because Lia was looking pretty uncomfortable thinking about how the three of you were going to fit into two tents. I’m sure Blythe wouldn’t mind sharing with either me or Lia, but this is just easier, you think. With the gate guards no more than fifty meters away, you should be safe from any threat that could possibly walk up on you during the night. Before closing your eyes, you watch the light of the campfire slowly simmer away to nothingness.