The other houses were scattered around, and on one side of the wheat fields, I could see two or three families.
It was quite a rural place.
I couldn't see any electric wires, lamps, or anything similar.
Perhaps there wasn't a generator nearby.
I had heard that foreign countries place their wires underground, but if that was the case, it was strange that this house didn't have electricity.
It was too rural.
It was painful for me, who had been jostled by the wave of civilization.
Even if it was reincarnation, I still wanted to have a personal computer.
That way of thinking ended on a certain afternoon.
With nothing to do, I climbed up onto the chair as usual, intending to admire the scenery of the field.
When I looked out the window, I was shocked.
Father was waving a sword around in the courtyard.
"What is he doing?" I thought.
My dad is still waving that thing around at his age?
Is he having a "chuunibyou" episode?
Due to the shock, I fell down from the chair.
My undeveloped hands grabbed the chair, but they were unable to support my body, and the back of my head hit the ground first.
I heard a scream just as I hit the floor.
My mother spotted me, dropped the washed laundry, and covered her mouth with her hands, looking at me with a deathly pale face.
My mother rushed over to me in a panic and carried me up.
She looked me in the eyes and placed her hand on her chest, looking relieved.
"...Phew, you seem fine," she said, her voice trembling with worry.
However, I couldn't help but think to myself, "Madam, it's better not to move someone after their head just received a blow."
From her anxious attitude, it seemed I had fallen in quite a dangerous manner.
It seemed possible that I might become an idiot due to the knock on my head.
But then again, I thought, not that that would be any different from my current state.
There was a throbbing pain on the back of my head.
At least grabbing the chair with my hands had lowered my velocity, I thought, trying to find some comfort in the situation.
As my mother's reaction didn't seem excessively panicky, I assumed there wasn't any blood.
It was probably just a swelling, I reassured myself.
Mother took a careful look at my head, her expression seeming to say, "If there's an injury, it'll be serious."
Finally, she placed her hand on my head and closed her eyes.
"To be safe... Let the power of God be converted into a bountiful crop, and bestowed unto those who have lost the strength to stand once more, HEALING!" she chanted.
I nearly burst out laughing at the absurdity of the situation.
"Hey, hey, is this this country's version of 'Pain, pain, go away quick'?" I thought to myself.
Or was it that, along with my sword-wielding father, my mother was also a chuunibyou?
The idea of a warrior and cleric's wedding seemed almost too ridiculous to contemplate.
Just when I was thinking that, my mother's hand emitted a dim light, and in an instant, my pain disappeared.
"See, it's okay now," my mother said in a boastful manner. "After all, your mum was a renowned adventurer."
I was instantly plunged into confusion.
Sword, warrior, adventurer, healing, chanting, cleric - all these terms echoed in my head.
What was that just now?
What did she just do?
"What's wrong?" my father asked, looking in the window from outside when he heard my mother's scream.
His whole body was sweaty, as he had just been swinging his sword.
"Listen to me, dear," my mother said. "Rudi actually climbed on top of a chair and nearly got gravely injured."
"Well, well, it's not good if a boy isn't active," my father said, seemingly unphased.
A slightly worried mother and a father who didn't treat it like a big deal, placating her - this was a commonly seen event.
But my mother didn't back off, perhaps because the back of my head had hit the ground first.
"Just a moment, dear," she said. "This child isn't even a year old - would you worry a little more!"
Despite that, a child is meant to grow up falling down to become sturdy.
This way, he will become healthy; besides, even if he's injured, can't you just treat him?
"But I'm really worried, I keep thinking of him getting heavily injured and me being unable to treat him."
"He'll be fine," my dad said and embraced her tightly.
My mum's face turned red.
"I was worried when he didn't cry at all in the beginning, but if he's so naughty, he will surely be fine."
My dad kissed my mum.
Hey, hey, you're showing this to me on purpose, right, both of you?
Later on, the two of them put me in the next room to sleep, moved on to the second floor, and started in on the task of making me siblings.
Even if the two of you go to the second floor, I can still hear the nyan nyan noises, damn successful offline people.
(But, magic, huh...)
Later on, I started paying attention to the conversations between my parents and the maid.
And then I heard a lot of terms not in my vocabulary.
Especially the names of countries, districts, and various other locations.
Some proper nouns I had never heard before.
Maybe this place is.....
No, I was certain of it.
This wasn't Earth, but some other world.
A different world that has swords and magic in it.
At this moment, I had a flash of inspiration.
If it's this world, perhaps even I can achieve it.
If it's a world of swords and magic, a world deviated from my previous life and what I know as common sense, perhaps I can do it.
To live like a normal person, to work hard like a normal person, to be able to climb back up if I fell down, to live my life fully.
I had been full of regret when I died in my previous life.
Dying full of burning restlessness over my impotence and the fact that I had accomplished nothing.
But the me who experienced all that, having retained the knowledge and experiences of my previous life, perhaps I could really do it.
To live on seriously.
Lilia was once a guards-maid for Asura's concubines.
A guards-maid is a maid who is also a guard.
Guards-maids will usually do a maid's job, but if anything happens, they will take up a sword to protect their master.
Lilia faithfully accomplished her duty.
As far as her work as a maid is concerned, there were no complaints.