Two years have passed since the block-headed goddess threw me into this strange world.
I went to school and studied quietly every day, struggling day and night even in my sleep preparing for the day of disaster.
Time passed in a blink of an eye.
But there are still four more years until I can return home!
It’s so far away!
I mean, these days my stomach hurts whenever I think about the remaining time I’d be stuck here. A throbbing sort of pain. I’m completely stressed out. Goddess, I demand worker’s compensation for this ailment, with your misrepresentation of this job’s description as the main reason!
The goddess hasn’t contacted me even once. What’s going on? I’m so anxious… No way, she couldn’t have forgotten me, could she?
It’s scary thinking how highly possible it is… She looks like she has a flower growing from her head, after all…
No, I have to believe. Those who believe shall be saved. If not, well, then my heart will break.
Right now, I’m fourteen years old.
How many events are there left during this year? I’ll have to dig through my diary later.
Let’s see, the next big and main event is… Oh, I remember.
That’s it.
It’ll happen next year.
The summer a year from now, a slightly problematic battle event will occur.
Ahh, my head hurts. So bummed out. It’s depressing.
And the event has to be completed in one shot.
I’m counting on you, future Hero… You’re the only one I can rely on.
But before then, I have to train him well.
Today’s sword lesson.
We practice a crushing blade technique that draws a beautiful arc dancing through midair.
I turn the tip of the sword toward Alfred, who falls on his butt. Then, I flash him a little smile, putting on a cocky appearance. How’s that? My acting has somewhat improved. It’s been two years in the making!
Shrill screams erupt from the outfield where the three bullies, the girls, and even some other boys are watching. I can understand why the three lackeys are flustered, but for the other boys to blush as well… How scary…
This world seems a bit lenient in that aspect.
I’ve also seen several same-sex couples on campus. Truly a world made by that soft and fluffy Goddess. I wonder if elsewhere is this way as well. Isn’t that bad? I seriously have no clue, but…
Well, if it’s love then there’s no helping it, and I’m not particularly interested in other people’s business. As long as everything is mutual and the people involved are happy, then A-okay.
Just don’t involve me in it! My dream’s to start a beautiful family with an older woman!
I’m getting a bit distracted.
Calm down.
That’s right, my lines.
There’s a small confrontation event going on, with a bit of dialogue from Lian.
“Hehehe. Still not up to par, Alfred! You’re too weak! You don’t even reach my feet!”
Alfred angles his sight at me with a sullen face.
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Nurturing the Hero to Avoid Death
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