Nurturing the Hero to Avoid Death

Ch 3 - I Decided to Write Things Down

"S-so tired…"

I return to my room, toss my bag away, and crash down into my bed face down.

Somehow, the first day ended without incident.

Tired. I’m so exhausted.

Eh, do I really have to do this for six more years?

Would I be able to hold on for that long?

I mean, the Goddess will send me back properly, right?

For some reason a touch of anxiety passes through me…That carefree goddess… No, I believe it. Those who believe shall be saved.

Back then, she said I would stay only until the starting village arc. After six years,  she should return me to my original world. Yeah. That’s definitely it.

Nevertheless, Goddess, you’re too cruel.

I told you properly at the start, didn’t I? That I’d help you with simple tasks.

This is absolutely not simple at all, is it?

Also, do I really have to stay in this world for another six years?

Despite this, I want to know the results of the remaining job interviews quickly, which I have yet to receive. Please, let me pass. Even one will be enough. I’ll cry if I’m rejected from all of them.

I heave a large sigh, lifting up my heavy body.

Stepping down from the bed sluggishly, I’m tottering as I head toward the desk.

Currently, I am twelve years old. Today, I’ll definitely be going to the school in the village.

Next year, I will graduate from the village’s elementary school.

I’ll commute to the neighboring town’s municipal school afterward.

It’ll take six more years until the main character is eighteen years old.

So that means, this village and my (Lian’s) lifespan will last another six years.

During these six years, there are a few things I have to prioritize no matter what. And that is to raise the future Hero splendidly, to come up with a defense plan, and to execute it to survive the night of the incoming disaster.

I don’t know how far I can go with these goals, but I will try my best to do all that I can.

I don’t want to witness the deaths of myself or anyone else.

I sit down on a chair, fetching a thick diary.

From now on, I’m thinking of writing down the events that I have handled and those that will occur. I’ll confirm their progress so that I won’t forget.

I pick up a pen.

Ah, I hope this won’t become a last will and testament.

I beg this of you, Goddess.

By the way, I haven’t caught a glimpse of the goddess since that day.

As I thought, she’s leaving the rest to me, isn’t she?

That’s not good. That’s the trait of an incompetent boss. Please stop. I’ll complain. I wonder where I can file a complaint? A shrine? I guess not. If it’s this world, then maybe a church? Let’s go to the church and complain when the main character isn’t there.

I flip to the first white page.

The Goddess probably blessed me with the knowledge correction power I often see in transmigration stories; I can understand and speak the words of this world. Also, I seem to be able to write this world’s letters.