Historias de Item

This is just a book of random facts I know and I really don't know how I know some of them.

I am not an item.

Home is where you feel secure and comfortable. A safe haven where you live with your family and feel blessed. It is the only place where you don't mind being yourself.

Things didn't really start off all that weird, but boy - that sure didn't last. I opened my eyes, and I really wish I hadn't. I was a literal. Honest-to-god. Cel-shaded anime mage girl named Alice. With dark blue hair, purple eyes, a stupid ahoge, and a complete and utter lack of stature or athleticism. Worst of all? This girl Alice was supposed to be some sort of magic prodigy. And well, I woke up here with none of her knowledge and expertise so I guess I'm a fraud. My family - the Liddell family here is broke. We're about to lose the house, and there's no food on the table. Alice coming of legal adventuring age was supposed to be the family's big break. All the expectations in the world were heaped on me, and my airhead of a sister Lorina has dragged me off to deal with all kinds of bowel-clenching, terrifying situations. One deadly scenario after another after another. ...Why can't life just be simple?