{"id":2134,"date":"2020-12-06T11:53:44","date_gmt":"2020-12-06T16:53:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/perpetualdaydreams.com\/?p=2134"},"modified":"2020-12-06T11:55:31","modified_gmt":"2020-12-06T16:55:31","slug":"nhad-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/perpetualdaydreams.com\/novel\/nhad\/nhad-1\/","title":{"rendered":"NHAD Ch 1 – I Am Thrown in by the Goddess"},"content":{"rendered":"

I wake up to a ceiling painted in quiet hues. Despite this, the interior design screams two adjectives: high class and expensive.<\/span><\/p>\n

Where is this place?<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve never seen this ceiling before.<\/span><\/p>\n

It is obvious that this isn\u2019t my room. Circulating through the room is a gentle and pleasant floral scent.<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s bright.<\/span><\/p>\n

Is it morning? Or, is the day nearing noon?<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

When I roll over, I see a window to my side. The curtains are half drawn.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

Through the window\u2019s gap a refreshing breeze wheedles its way over, caressing my cheeks in a gentle embrace.<\/span><\/p>\n

I rub my eyes.\u00a0 And then, I freeze.<\/span><\/p>\n

The hand in view is surprisingly thin and pale\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

The hand is small.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHuh?!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

What is this?<\/p>\n

What is this what is this what is this?!<\/span><\/p>\n

I clench my short, oh-so-stubby hands close and open. Anyone can see that these belong to a child.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

Though not as tiny as a baby\u2019s, the hand is little. It\u2019s about one third the size of my original one. How old is the owner of these hands? Perhaps the hand belongs to a ten-year-old. It\u2019s the size of a brat\u2019s, some sparkly first grader in primary school. Not to mention, the skin color is a pale white.<\/span><\/p>\n

Such a shade is similar to a westerner\u2019s.<\/span><\/p>\n

I leap in the air. My heart is pounding, going overdrive. Breathing becomes difficult.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is this \u2026 What the fuck?!\u201d <\/span>Without thinking, I grasp my throat with both hands. <\/span>The voice that escaped my lips was high-pitched as well.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

Specifically, it\u2019s a child\u2019s squeaky voice.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

My throat is slender. Freaked out, I scan the surrounding area.<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s spacious.<\/span><\/p>\n

The room is about four times the size of mine. Hugging the wall are two bookcases spilling with books. There\u2019s a shiny and polished desk; its streamlined feet give off a premium feel.\u00a0 There\u2019s also a leather shoulder bag, its size obviously meant for children. A large, no, <\/span>humongous<\/span><\/i> closet. A landscape painting with a high-class frame.<\/span><\/p>\n

On top of a table is a vase fit with a flower. Those also appear expensive.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

The whole image seems like a luxurious European room.<\/span><\/p>\n

This is definitely not my room.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

Where is this place? It looks like I\u2019ve been in bed.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

The pajamas on my body feel light and smooth. Somehow, they\u2019re silky. Isn\u2019t this real silk? Are you serious?! I\u2019ll be in trouble if I tear it. It\u2019ll be bad if the clothes get dirty. What should I do if it\u2019s too expensive for me to compensate?<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

I try climbing down the bed, paying close attention to not ruin such wallet-breaking pajamas.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

There are slippers prepared. These are also meant for a small child. Though not for adults, they fit my feet well.<\/span><\/p>\n

I have a terrible premonition, acute and staggering. There\u2019s a full-length mirror on the wall by the closet. Swallowing, I spring up and head for the mirror. A piece of cloth drapes over the surface. I stand before it.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

While holding down my heart, which is about to leap out of my chest, I grasp the edge of the cloth, dragging it down.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

There.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

A young boy stands before me.<\/span><\/p>\n


\n<\/span>He has slightly wavy and silver hair. His eyes are ice blue, skin the palest shade of white. Freckles are scattered freely. His cheeks are rounded like a kid\u2019s and his limbs are thin. His silvery lashes are long for a boy\u2019s.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

The ends of his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes give off a slightly brazen aura, quirking upward. He\u2019s standing.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

He\u2019s not Japanese; he\u2019s a child of a foreigner. His expression turns awfully pale.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cW-who is this\u2026?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

This isn\u2019t me. Why did I become a brat? And a foreigner\u2019s, no less.<\/span><\/p>\n

Someone knocks on the door, causing me to jump.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYoung master? Have you gotten up yet?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cY-yes?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

After I reply without thought, the door swings open and a pretty woman wearing a maid uniform enters.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh dear. You will catch a cold with so little on. Please change clothes quickly or you will be late for school.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHuh?!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

S-school?<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve graduated from university. Shouldn\u2019t I be free from school already? I mean, I should be job-hunting now.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cS-school?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat is right. Oh dear. Are you still sleeping? Perhaps you\u2019re not feeling well\u2026 Young Master, are you alright?\u201d<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n\u201cI-I\u2019m fine!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIs that so? I wonder\u2026 Shall I help you change your clothes?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cN-no! I\u2019m good! I can do it myself!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hanging from the wall are jackets, trousers, blouses, and bow ties, all suspended on hangers. They\u2019re meant for kids. Can I change over there?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIs that so? Then I will inform the masters that you have woken up, young master Lian.\u201d The maid bows with a smile, leaving the room.<\/span><\/p>\n

Huh?! <\/span>Y-young master Lian?!<\/span><\/p>\n

She said Lian just now.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

The name seems familiar. Extremely.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

That\u2019s right. That\u2019s it.<\/span><\/p>\n

The second son of the richest lord in the village should have such a name.<\/span><\/p>\n

Lian Owen.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

Huh?!<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m Lian?<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

Why is it Lian?!<\/span><\/p>\n

What is this Lian?!<\/span><\/p>\n

My name is Osaka Nao! It\u2019s not Lian! This really is the starting village!<\/span><\/p>\n

Seriously!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cG-goddess? Hey, come on wait! I\u2019ve never heard any of this!\u201d I shout to the sky. \u201cThis is impossible! I can\u2019t do this! Send me back to my original world! I told you I\u2019d help if it\u2019s something I can do, but this is absurd! The task is way too hard. Make it easier!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The room falls silent. The voice of a songbird.<\/span><\/p>\n

No matter how long I wait, I don\u2019t receive a response. How terrible.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cH-how can I\u2026 C-calm down. That\u2019s right, clothes. For now, I need to d-dress up\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

These pajamas make me restless. I prefer cheap, ordinary ones made of cotton. Even when they wear down or get dirty, they\u2019re easier to replace. I\u2019m afraid of wearing the ones made of silk. I feel like people will become furious if I dirty them\u2026<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

With trembling hands, I retrieve a set of clothes from the hangers.<\/span><\/p>\n

Who is Lian? What does he do?<\/span><\/p>\n

He\u2019s the second son of the richest lord in the village.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

Ah. <\/span>That\u2019s it! That!<\/span><\/p>\n

He\u2019s the leader of the three bullies who tyrannizes the Hero. He meddles with the Hero, who has no relatives and lives in a small orphanage.<\/span><\/p>\n

Even as a child, the Hero\u2019s specs are out of this world. His intelligence and physical prowess are off the charts. This displeases Lian, causing him to torment the other. He is a child full of jealousy.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

He\u2019s basically a plot device that, by having the Hero face him, helps the Hero grow. This character\u2019s role is necessary in order to add color to a dramatic coming-of-age tale.<\/span><\/p>\n

Although Lian is the first obstacle that the Hero encounters, he is also around for the shortest period of time. He\u2019s no longer mentioned once the Hero leaves the village.<\/span><\/p>\n

He\u2019s the kind of character where you go, “Oh yeah, wasn\u2019t there a guy like that? What was his name again? I forget. You can\u2019t say he\u2019s a rival, and he only appears at the start, but well, without him the beginning story would be boring, I guess?” That\u2019s the kind of weak role that Lian has.<\/span><\/p>\n

That I can remember. I recognize this.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

But why?<\/span><\/p>\n

Why am I in this role?!<\/span><\/p>\n

I have to live as Lian?!<\/span><\/p>\n

You can\u2019t be serious!<\/span><\/p>\n

I wonder if I am capable of doing something like this.<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m not trying to brag, but I suck at acting. When I helped my friend in the theater club, I was thrown out! They told me my talent was in the negatives. Hearing that was crushing! I mean, Goddess, is my explanation not enough?<\/span><\/p>\n

I am definitely not worthy, you know? Throwing me this task won\u2019t do anyone good. No way. Absolutely not.<\/span><\/p>\n

A sob leaves my lips.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

These child-sized clothes fit me to a T. It\u2019s kind of depressing. How do I tie a bow tie? I\u2019ve never done it before. I wonder if a butterfly knot is sufficient.<\/span><\/p>\n

Read this at perpetualdaydreams.com<\/span><\/p>\n

Shoes are aligned neatly and are placed on a tray. Each pair shines bright like diamonds, the polish applied perfectly. They\u2019re all made of leather. Wow, so high class.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

How much do these shoes cost? I\u2019m scared of putting them on. Again, I\u2019ll have to be careful not to dirty them.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAh!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I recall another thing. And then the blood is drawn back from my face.<\/span><\/p>\n

This is the starting village.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

The starting village is where \u201cthat\u201d happens. It\u2019s gonna happen here. It\u2019s really gonna happen here!<\/span><\/p>\n

Not good.<\/span><\/p>\n

My body trembles.<\/span><\/p>\n

This is bad.<\/span><\/p>\n

This is really bad.<\/span><\/p>\n

This village is no good. I can\u2019t stay here. It\u2019s too dangerous.<\/span><\/p>\n

Though I want to escape, though I have every urge to run away, I cannot.<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s impossible now.<\/span><\/p>\n

This is the <\/span>starting village<\/span><\/i>.<\/span><\/p>\n

Once the Hero celebrates his eighteenth birthday, the country with the most ambition out of three will summon the demon king. After receiving the magic of the demon king, magical beasts from all around storm the village.<\/span><\/p>\n

And this place will be destroyed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Lian also loses his life to that tragic event. Because of this, Lian\u2019s role in the story is tied to the starting village.<\/span><\/p>\n

This event will be known as the Disaster of Lieis Village. <\/span>Later, minstrels will speak of this story<\/span>.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>That\u2019s right. Since Lian is practically an eternal mob existence, his treatment is also that of a cannon fodder.<\/span><\/p>\n

I think he is even left literally fallen down by the wayside.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the game, his only dialogue consists of a variation of \u201cI never thought monsters would attack.\u201d If you attempt to speak with him again, you\u2019re given a \u201c\u2026\u201d that signifies he died.<\/span>\u3000<\/span><\/p>\n

His life was over just like that.<\/span><\/p>\n

I refuse.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

Stop joking.<\/span><\/p>\n

I, I don\u2019t want to die.<\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t want to be killed. I don\u2019t want to feel pain.<\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t want to die in this confusing world I was thrown into. I\u2019m sorry, Goddess, but I\u2019ll act the way I want.<\/span><\/p>\n

Here is the starting village. I am Lian.<\/span><\/p>\n

I see. I understand my role and the tasks that the Goddess bestowed upon me. However, I rather not understand it.<\/span><\/p>\n

My job is to guide the main character\u2014who will soon become the Hero\u2014during his time in the first village, so that he will have a splendid start. Lian\u2019s purpose, as written, is to nurture the Hero through his childhood.<\/span><\/p>\n

So that in the future, the Hero will be able to steamroll his enemies during his journey.<\/span><\/p>\n

Isn\u2019t that right, Goddess?<\/span><\/p>\n

I want you to return here and explain everything to me. I\u2019m begging you.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

I understand what must be done, but not <\/span>how. <\/span><\/i>\u00a0What should I do?<\/span><\/p>\n

Anyway, I must survive that disastrous night. I don\u2019t want to be killed by magical beasts. Too scary. No way.<\/span><\/p>\n

If I die in this world, what happens then?<\/span><\/p>\n

Hah! <\/span>\u3000<\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps I\u2019ll return to my own world?<\/span><\/p>\n

Please, let that be it. I\u2019m begging you.<\/p>\n

Because we\u2019re helping each other out here, right? Right?<\/span><\/p>\n

But that goddess is so absent-minded\u2026 It makes me so anxious. I just can\u2019t trust her.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

For now, let\u2019s organize my thoughts.<\/span><\/p>\n

First, I refuse to be slain by demonic beasts.<\/span><\/p>\n

Also, I don\u2019t want to see the villagers killed in front of me. Even in the game, the event was too disturbing and hard for me to swallow. Corpses and blood spatter were scattered throughout the village. I don\u2019t want to experience such a heavy scene for real.<\/span><\/p>\n

All I know is that the future must be changed.<\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know how to influence things so that that can happen. But I don\u2019t want to die.<\/span><\/p>\n

That\u2019s right. For now, I\u2019ll do what I\u2019m able to bit by bit. There\u2019s no way I can accomplish everything at once, since currently I\u2019m still a brat.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s fine to take it step by step. Day by day.<\/span><\/p>\n

There\u2019s still plenty of time. That\u2019s right, the main character! What should I do with the future Hero?<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>Heroes are no good unless raised well. Otherwise, there will be no one to defeat the demon king.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

Besides, after the future Hero is trained and disciplined, he\u2019ll become strong and crush the crowds of monsters charging the village. And he\u2019ll rescue everyone.<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s wishful thinking, but it\u2019s better than nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n

Alright. I\u2019ve decided. Or rather, I\u2019m compelled to accomplish this. There is no other choice.<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m determined.<\/span><\/p>\n

Before the main character reaches his eighteenth birthday, I will nurture him and his strength.<\/span>
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Alright, here’s chapter 1 of\u00a0NHAD<\/span>. <\/em>It’s 2k words and to be honest,\u00a0I think this protagonist has too many internal monologues. Also, as mentioned before, here is the link<\/strong> to\u00a0Violant of the Silver<\/em><\/span>‘s prologue. It’s really interesting. I’m totally digging it.<\/p>\n

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I wake up to a ceiling painted in quiet hues. Despite this, the interior design screams two adjectives: high class and expensive. Where is this place? I\u2019ve never seen this ceiling before. It is obvious that this isn\u2019t my room. Circulating through the room is a gentle and pleasant floral scent. It\u2019s bright. Is it morning? Or, is the day nearing noon? When I roll over, I see a window to my side. The curtains are half drawn. Through the window\u2019s gap a refreshing breeze wheedles its way over, caressing my cheeks in a gentle embrace. I rub my eyes.\u00a0 And then, I freeze. The hand in view is surprisingly thin and pale\u2014 The hand is small. \u201cHuh?!\u201d What is this? What is this what is this what is this?! I clench my short, oh-so-stubby hands close and open. Anyone can see that these belong to a child. Though not as tiny as a baby\u2019s, the hand is little. It\u2019s about one third the size of my original one. How old is the owner of these hands? Perhaps the hand belongs to a ten-year-old. It\u2019s the size of a brat\u2019s, some sparkly first grader in primary school. Not to mention, the skin color is a pale white. Such a shade is similar to a westerner\u2019s. I leap in the air. My heart is pounding, going overdrive. Breathing becomes difficult. \u201cWhat is this \u2026 What the fuck?!\u201d Without thinking, I grasp my throat with both hands. The voice that escaped my lips was high-pitched as well. Specifically, it\u2019s a child\u2019s squeaky voice. My throat is slender. Freaked out, I scan the surrounding area. It\u2019s spacious. The room is about four times the size of mine. Hugging the wall are two bookcases spilling with books. There\u2019s a shiny and polished desk; its streamlined feet give off a premium feel.\u00a0 There\u2019s also a leather shoulder bag, its size obviously meant for children. A large, no, humongous closet. A landscape painting with a high-class frame. On top of a table is a vase fit with a flower. Those also appear expensive. The whole image seems like a luxurious European room. This is definitely not my room. Where is this place? It looks like I\u2019ve been in bed. The pajamas on my body feel light and smooth. Somehow, they\u2019re silky. Isn\u2019t this real silk? Are you serious?! I\u2019ll be in trouble if I tear it. It\u2019ll be bad if the clothes get dirty. What should I do if it\u2019s too expensive for me to compensate? I try climbing down the bed, paying close attention to not ruin such wallet-breaking pajamas. There are slippers prepared. These are also meant for a small child. Though not for adults, they fit my feet well. I have a terrible premonition, acute and staggering. There\u2019s a full-length mirror on the wall by the closet. Swallowing, I spring up and head for the mirror. A piece of cloth drapes over the surface. I stand before it. While holding down my heart, which is about to leap out of my chest, I grasp the edge of the cloth, dragging it down. There. A young boy stands before me. He has slightly wavy and silver hair. His eyes are ice blue, skin the palest shade of white. Freckles are scattered freely. His cheeks are rounded like a kid\u2019s and his limbs are thin. His silvery lashes are long for a boy\u2019s. The ends of his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes give off a slightly brazen aura, quirking upward. He\u2019s standing. He\u2019s not Japanese; he\u2019s a child of a foreigner. His expression turns awfully pale. \u201cW-who is this\u2026?\u201d This isn\u2019t me. Why did I become a brat? And a foreigner\u2019s, no less. Someone knocks on the door, causing me to jump. \u201cYoung master? Have you gotten up yet?\u201d \u201cY-yes?\u201d After I reply without thought, the door swings open and a pretty woman wearing a maid uniform enters. \u201cOh dear. You will catch a cold with so little on. Please change clothes quickly or you will be late for school.\u201d \u201cHuh?!\u201d S-school? I\u2019ve graduated from university. Shouldn\u2019t I be free from school already? I mean, I should be job-hunting now. \u201cS-school?\u201d \u201cThat is right. Oh dear. Are you still sleeping? Perhaps you\u2019re not feeling well\u2026 Young Master, are you alright?\u201d \u201cI-I\u2019m fine!\u201d \u201cIs that so? I wonder\u2026 Shall I help you change your clothes?\u201d \u201cN-no! I\u2019m good! I can do it myself!\u201d Hanging from the wall are jackets, trousers, blouses, and bow ties, all suspended on hangers. They\u2019re meant for kids. Can I change over there? \u201cIs that so? Then I will inform the masters that you have woken up, young master Lian.\u201d The maid bows with a smile, leaving the room. Huh?! Y-young master Lian?! She said Lian just now. The name seems familiar. Extremely. That\u2019s right. That\u2019s it. The second son of the richest lord in the village should have such a name. Lian Owen. Huh?! I\u2019m Lian? Why is it Lian?! What is this Lian?! My name is Osaka Nao! It\u2019s not Lian! This really is the starting village! Seriously! \u201cG-goddess? Hey, come on wait! I\u2019ve never heard any of this!\u201d I shout to the sky. \u201cThis is impossible! I can\u2019t do this! Send me back to my original world! I told you I\u2019d help if it\u2019s something I can do, but this is absurd! The task is way too hard. Make it easier!\u201d The room falls silent. The voice of a songbird. No matter how long I wait, I don\u2019t receive a response. How terrible. \u201cH-how can I\u2026 C-calm down. That\u2019s right, clothes. For now, I need to d-dress up\u2026\u201d These pajamas make me restless. I prefer cheap, ordinary ones made of cotton. Even when they wear down or get dirty, they\u2019re easier to replace. I\u2019m afraid of wearing the ones made of silk. I feel like people will become furious if I dirty them\u2026 With trembling hands, I retrieve a set of clothes from the hangers. Who is Lian? What does he do? He\u2019s the second son of the richest lord in the village. Ah. That\u2019s it! That! He\u2019s the leader of the three bullies who tyrannizes the Hero. He meddles with the Hero, who has no relatives and lives in a small orphanage. Even as a child, the Hero\u2019s specs are out of this world. His intelligence and physical prowess are off the charts. This displeases Lian, causing him to torment the other. He is a child full of jealousy. He\u2019s basically a plot device that, by having the Hero face him, helps the Hero grow. This character\u2019s role is necessary in order to add color to a dramatic coming-of-age tale. Although Lian is the first obstacle that the Hero encounters, he is also around for the shortest period of time. He\u2019s no longer mentioned once the Hero leaves the village. He\u2019s the kind of character where you go, “Oh yeah, wasn\u2019t there a guy like that? What was his name again? I forget. You can\u2019t say he\u2019s a rival, and he only appears at the start, but well, without him the beginning story would be boring, I guess?” That\u2019s the kind of weak role that Lian has. That I can remember. I recognize this. But why? Why am I in this role?! I have to live as Lian?! You can\u2019t be serious! I wonder if I am capable of doing something like this. I\u2019m not trying to brag, but I suck at acting. When I helped my friend in the theater club, I was thrown out! They told me my talent was in the negatives. Hearing that was crushing! I mean, Goddess, is my explanation not enough? I am definitely not worthy, you know? Throwing me this task won\u2019t do anyone good. No way. Absolutely not. A sob leaves my lips. These child-sized clothes fit me to a T. It\u2019s kind of depressing. How do I tie a bow tie? I\u2019ve never done it before. I wonder if a butterfly knot is sufficient. Read this at perpetualdaydreams.com Shoes are aligned neatly and are placed on a tray. Each pair shines bright like diamonds, the polish applied perfectly. They\u2019re all made of leather. Wow, so high class. How much do these shoes cost? I\u2019m scared of putting them on. Again, I\u2019ll have to be careful not to dirty them. \u201cAh!\u201d I recall another thing. And then the blood is drawn back from my face. This is the starting village. The starting village is where \u201cthat\u201d happens. It\u2019s gonna happen here. It\u2019s really gonna happen here! Not good. My body trembles. This is bad. This is really bad. This village is no good. I can\u2019t stay here. It\u2019s too dangerous. Though I want to escape, though I have every urge to run away, I cannot. It\u2019s impossible now. This is the starting village. Once the Hero celebrates his eighteenth birthday, the country with the most ambition out of three will summon the demon king. After receiving the magic of the demon king, magical beasts from all around storm the village. And this place will be destroyed. Lian also loses his life to that tragic event. Because of this, Lian\u2019s role in the story is tied to the starting village. This event will be known as the Disaster of Lieis Village. Later, minstrels will speak of this story. That\u2019s right. Since Lian is practically an eternal mob existence, his treatment is also that of a cannon fodder. I think he is even left literally fallen down by the wayside. In the game, his only dialogue consists of a variation of \u201cI never thought monsters would attack.\u201d If you attempt to speak with him again, you\u2019re given a \u201c\u2026\u201d that signifies he died.\u3000 His life was over just like that. I refuse. Stop joking. I, I don\u2019t want to die. I don\u2019t want to be killed. I don\u2019t want to feel pain. I don\u2019t want to die in this confusing world I was thrown into. I\u2019m sorry, Goddess, but I\u2019ll act the way I want. Here is the starting village. I am Lian. I see. I understand my role and the tasks that the Goddess bestowed upon me. However, I rather not understand it. My job is to guide the main character\u2014who will soon become the Hero\u2014during his time in the first village, so that he will have a splendid start. Lian\u2019s purpose, as written, is to nurture the Hero through his childhood. So that in the future, the Hero will be able to steamroll his enemies during his journey. Isn\u2019t that right, Goddess? I want you to return here and explain everything to me. I\u2019m begging you. I understand what must be done, but not how. \u00a0What should I do? Anyway, I must survive that disastrous night. I don\u2019t want to be killed by magical beasts. Too scary. No way. If I die in this world, what happens then? Hah! \u3000 Perhaps I\u2019ll return to my own world? Please, let that be it. I\u2019m begging you. Because we\u2019re helping each other out here, right? Right? But that goddess is so absent-minded\u2026 It makes me so anxious. I just can\u2019t trust her. For now, let\u2019s organize my thoughts. First, I refuse to be slain by demonic beasts. Also, I don\u2019t want to see the villagers killed in front of me. Even in the game, the event was too disturbing and hard for me to swallow. Corpses and blood spatter were scattered throughout the village. I don\u2019t want to experience such a heavy scene for real. All I know is that the future must be changed. I don\u2019t know how to influence things so that that can happen. But I don\u2019t want to die. That\u2019s right. For now, I\u2019ll do what I\u2019m able to bit by bit. There\u2019s no way I can accomplish everything at once, since currently I\u2019m still a brat. It\u2019s fine to take it step by step. Day by day. 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Despite this, the interior design screams two adjectives: high class and expensive. Where is this place? I\u2019ve never seen this ceiling before. It is obvious that this isn\u2019t my room. Circulating through the room is a gentle and pleasant floral scent. It\u2019s bright. Is it morning? Or, is the day nearing noon? When I roll over, I see a window to my side. The curtains are half drawn. Through the window\u2019s gap a refreshing breeze wheedles its way over, caressing my cheeks in a gentle embrace. I rub my eyes.\u00a0 And then, I freeze. The hand in view is surprisingly thin and pale\u2014 The hand is small. \u201cHuh?!\u201d What is this? What is this what is this what is this?! I clench my short, oh-so-stubby hands close and open. Anyone can see that these belong to a child. Though not as tiny as a baby\u2019s, the hand is little. It\u2019s about one third the size of my original one. How old is the owner of these hands? Perhaps the hand belongs to a ten-year-old. It\u2019s the size of a brat\u2019s, some sparkly first grader in primary school. Not to mention, the skin color is a pale white. Such a shade is similar to a westerner\u2019s. I leap in the air. My heart is pounding, going overdrive. Breathing becomes difficult. \u201cWhat is this \u2026 What the fuck?!\u201d Without thinking, I grasp my throat with both hands. The voice that escaped my lips was high-pitched as well. Specifically, it\u2019s a child\u2019s squeaky voice. My throat is slender. Freaked out, I scan the surrounding area. It\u2019s spacious. The room is about four times the size of mine. Hugging the wall are two bookcases spilling with books. There\u2019s a shiny and polished desk; its streamlined feet give off a premium feel.\u00a0 There\u2019s also a leather shoulder bag, its size obviously meant for children. A large, no, humongous closet. A landscape painting with a high-class frame. On top of a table is a vase fit with a flower. Those also appear expensive. The whole image seems like a luxurious European room. This is definitely not my room. Where is this place? It looks like I\u2019ve been in bed. The pajamas on my body feel light and smooth. Somehow, they\u2019re silky. Isn\u2019t this real silk? Are you serious?! I\u2019ll be in trouble if I tear it. It\u2019ll be bad if the clothes get dirty. What should I do if it\u2019s too expensive for me to compensate? I try climbing down the bed, paying close attention to not ruin such wallet-breaking pajamas. There are slippers prepared. These are also meant for a small child. Though not for adults, they fit my feet well. I have a terrible premonition, acute and staggering. There\u2019s a full-length mirror on the wall by the closet. Swallowing, I spring up and head for the mirror. A piece of cloth drapes over the surface. I stand before it. While holding down my heart, which is about to leap out of my chest, I grasp the edge of the cloth, dragging it down. There. A young boy stands before me. He has slightly wavy and silver hair. His eyes are ice blue, skin the palest shade of white. Freckles are scattered freely. His cheeks are rounded like a kid\u2019s and his limbs are thin. His silvery lashes are long for a boy\u2019s. The ends of his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes give off a slightly brazen aura, quirking upward. He\u2019s standing. He\u2019s not Japanese; he\u2019s a child of a foreigner. His expression turns awfully pale. \u201cW-who is this\u2026?\u201d This isn\u2019t me. Why did I become a brat? And a foreigner\u2019s, no less. Someone knocks on the door, causing me to jump. \u201cYoung master? Have you gotten up yet?\u201d \u201cY-yes?\u201d After I reply without thought, the door swings open and a pretty woman wearing a maid uniform enters. \u201cOh dear. You will catch a cold with so little on. Please change clothes quickly or you will be late for school.\u201d \u201cHuh?!\u201d S-school? I\u2019ve graduated from university. Shouldn\u2019t I be free from school already? I mean, I should be job-hunting now. \u201cS-school?\u201d \u201cThat is right. Oh dear. Are you still sleeping? Perhaps you\u2019re not feeling well\u2026 Young Master, are you alright?\u201d \u201cI-I\u2019m fine!\u201d \u201cIs that so? I wonder\u2026 Shall I help you change your clothes?\u201d \u201cN-no! I\u2019m good! I can do it myself!\u201d Hanging from the wall are jackets, trousers, blouses, and bow ties, all suspended on hangers. They\u2019re meant for kids. Can I change over there? \u201cIs that so? Then I will inform the masters that you have woken up, young master Lian.\u201d The maid bows with a smile, leaving the room. Huh?! Y-young master Lian?! She said Lian just now. The name seems familiar. Extremely. That\u2019s right. That\u2019s it. The second son of the richest lord in the village should have such a name. Lian Owen. Huh?! I\u2019m Lian? Why is it Lian?! What is this Lian?! My name is Osaka Nao! It\u2019s not Lian! This really is the starting village! Seriously! \u201cG-goddess? Hey, come on wait! I\u2019ve never heard any of this!\u201d I shout to the sky. \u201cThis is impossible! I can\u2019t do this! Send me back to my original world! I told you I\u2019d help if it\u2019s something I can do, but this is absurd! The task is way too hard. Make it easier!\u201d The room falls silent. The voice of a songbird. No matter how long I wait, I don\u2019t receive a response. How terrible. \u201cH-how can I\u2026 C-calm down. That\u2019s right, clothes. For now, I need to d-dress up\u2026\u201d These pajamas make me restless. I prefer cheap, ordinary ones made of cotton. Even when they wear down or get dirty, they\u2019re easier to replace. I\u2019m afraid of wearing the ones made of silk. I feel like people will become furious if I dirty them\u2026 With trembling hands, I retrieve a set of clothes from the hangers. Who is Lian? What does he do? He\u2019s the second son of the richest lord in the village. Ah. That\u2019s it! That! He\u2019s the leader of the three bullies who tyrannizes the Hero. He meddles with the Hero, who has no relatives and lives in a small orphanage. Even as a child, the Hero\u2019s specs are out of this world. His intelligence and physical prowess are off the charts. This displeases Lian, causing him to torment the other. He is a child full of jealousy. He\u2019s basically a plot device that, by having the Hero face him, helps the Hero grow. This character\u2019s role is necessary in order to add color to a dramatic coming-of-age tale. Although Lian is the first obstacle that the Hero encounters, he is also around for the shortest period of time. He\u2019s no longer mentioned once the Hero leaves the village. He\u2019s the kind of character where you go, “Oh yeah, wasn\u2019t there a guy like that? What was his name again? I forget. You can\u2019t say he\u2019s a rival, and he only appears at the start, but well, without him the beginning story would be boring, I guess?” That\u2019s the kind of weak role that Lian has. That I can remember. I recognize this. But why? Why am I in this role?! I have to live as Lian?! You can\u2019t be serious! I wonder if I am capable of doing something like this. I\u2019m not trying to brag, but I suck at acting. When I helped my friend in the theater club, I was thrown out! They told me my talent was in the negatives. Hearing that was crushing! I mean, Goddess, is my explanation not enough? I am definitely not worthy, you know? Throwing me this task won\u2019t do anyone good. No way. Absolutely not. A sob leaves my lips. These child-sized clothes fit me to a T. It\u2019s kind of depressing. How do I tie a bow tie? I\u2019ve never done it before. I wonder if a butterfly knot is sufficient. Read this at perpetualdaydreams.com Shoes are aligned neatly and are placed on a tray. Each pair shines bright like diamonds, the polish applied perfectly. They\u2019re all made of leather. Wow, so high class. How much do these shoes cost? I\u2019m scared of putting them on. Again, I\u2019ll have to be careful not to dirty them. \u201cAh!\u201d I recall another thing. And then the blood is drawn back from my face. This is the starting village. The starting village is where \u201cthat\u201d happens. It\u2019s gonna happen here. It\u2019s really gonna happen here! Not good. My body trembles. This is bad. This is really bad. This village is no good. I can\u2019t stay here. It\u2019s too dangerous. Though I want to escape, though I have every urge to run away, I cannot. It\u2019s impossible now. This is the starting village. Once the Hero celebrates his eighteenth birthday, the country with the most ambition out of three will summon the demon king. After receiving the magic of the demon king, magical beasts from all around storm the village. And this place will be destroyed. Lian also loses his life to that tragic event. Because of this, Lian\u2019s role in the story is tied to the starting village. This event will be known as the Disaster of Lieis Village. Later, minstrels will speak of this story. That\u2019s right. Since Lian is practically an eternal mob existence, his treatment is also that of a cannon fodder. I think he is even left literally fallen down by the wayside. In the game, his only dialogue consists of a variation of \u201cI never thought monsters would attack.\u201d If you attempt to speak with him again, you\u2019re given a \u201c\u2026\u201d that signifies he died.\u3000 His life was over just like that. I refuse. Stop joking. I, I don\u2019t want to die. I don\u2019t want to be killed. I don\u2019t want to feel pain. I don\u2019t want to die in this confusing world I was thrown into. I\u2019m sorry, Goddess, but I\u2019ll act the way I want. Here is the starting village. I am Lian. I see. I understand my role and the tasks that the Goddess bestowed upon me. However, I rather not understand it. My job is to guide the main character\u2014who will soon become the Hero\u2014during his time in the first village, so that he will have a splendid start. Lian\u2019s purpose, as written, is to nurture the Hero through his childhood. So that in the future, the Hero will be able to steamroll his enemies during his journey. Isn\u2019t that right, Goddess? I want you to return here and explain everything to me. I\u2019m begging you. I understand what must be done, but not how. \u00a0What should I do? Anyway, I must survive that disastrous night. I don\u2019t want to be killed by magical beasts. Too scary. No way. If I die in this world, what happens then? Hah! \u3000 Perhaps I\u2019ll return to my own world? Please, let that be it. I\u2019m begging you. Because we\u2019re helping each other out here, right? Right? But that goddess is so absent-minded\u2026 It makes me so anxious. I just can\u2019t trust her. For now, let\u2019s organize my thoughts. First, I refuse to be slain by demonic beasts. Also, I don\u2019t want to see the villagers killed in front of me. Even in the game, the event was too disturbing and hard for me to swallow. Corpses and blood spatter were scattered throughout the village. I don\u2019t want to experience such a heavy scene for real. All I know is that the future must be changed. I don\u2019t know how to influence things so that that can happen. But I don\u2019t want to die. That\u2019s right. For now, I\u2019ll do what I\u2019m able to bit by bit. There\u2019s no way I can accomplish everything at once, since currently I\u2019m still a brat. It\u2019s fine to take it step by step. Day by day. There\u2019s still plenty of time. 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Despite this, the interior design screams two adjectives: high class and expensive. Where is this place? I\u2019ve never seen this ceiling before. It is obvious that this isn\u2019t my room. Circulating through the room is a gentle and pleasant floral scent. It\u2019s bright. Is it morning? Or, is the day nearing noon? When I roll over, I see a window to my side. The curtains are half drawn. Through the window\u2019s gap a refreshing breeze wheedles its way over, caressing my cheeks in a gentle embrace. I rub my eyes.\u00a0 And then, I freeze. The hand in view is surprisingly thin and pale\u2014 The hand is small. \u201cHuh?!\u201d What is this? What is this what is this what is this?! I clench my short, oh-so-stubby hands close and open. Anyone can see that these belong to a child. Though not as tiny as a baby\u2019s, the hand is little. It\u2019s about one third the size of my original one. How old is the owner of these hands? Perhaps the hand belongs to a ten-year-old. It\u2019s the size of a brat\u2019s, some sparkly first grader in primary school. Not to mention, the skin color is a pale white. Such a shade is similar to a westerner\u2019s. I leap in the air. My heart is pounding, going overdrive. Breathing becomes difficult. \u201cWhat is this \u2026 What the fuck?!\u201d Without thinking, I grasp my throat with both hands. The voice that escaped my lips was high-pitched as well. Specifically, it\u2019s a child\u2019s squeaky voice. My throat is slender. Freaked out, I scan the surrounding area. It\u2019s spacious. The room is about four times the size of mine. Hugging the wall are two bookcases spilling with books. There\u2019s a shiny and polished desk; its streamlined feet give off a premium feel.\u00a0 There\u2019s also a leather shoulder bag, its size obviously meant for children. A large, no, humongous closet. A landscape painting with a high-class frame. On top of a table is a vase fit with a flower. Those also appear expensive. The whole image seems like a luxurious European room. This is definitely not my room. Where is this place? It looks like I\u2019ve been in bed. The pajamas on my body feel light and smooth. Somehow, they\u2019re silky. Isn\u2019t this real silk? Are you serious?! I\u2019ll be in trouble if I tear it. It\u2019ll be bad if the clothes get dirty. What should I do if it\u2019s too expensive for me to compensate? I try climbing down the bed, paying close attention to not ruin such wallet-breaking pajamas. There are slippers prepared. These are also meant for a small child. Though not for adults, they fit my feet well. I have a terrible premonition, acute and staggering. There\u2019s a full-length mirror on the wall by the closet. Swallowing, I spring up and head for the mirror. A piece of cloth drapes over the surface. I stand before it. While holding down my heart, which is about to leap out of my chest, I grasp the edge of the cloth, dragging it down. There. A young boy stands before me. He has slightly wavy and silver hair. His eyes are ice blue, skin the palest shade of white. Freckles are scattered freely. His cheeks are rounded like a kid\u2019s and his limbs are thin. His silvery lashes are long for a boy\u2019s. The ends of his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes give off a slightly brazen aura, quirking upward. He\u2019s standing. He\u2019s not Japanese; he\u2019s a child of a foreigner. His expression turns awfully pale. \u201cW-who is this\u2026?\u201d This isn\u2019t me. Why did I become a brat? And a foreigner\u2019s, no less. Someone knocks on the door, causing me to jump. \u201cYoung master? Have you gotten up yet?\u201d \u201cY-yes?\u201d After I reply without thought, the door swings open and a pretty woman wearing a maid uniform enters. \u201cOh dear. You will catch a cold with so little on. Please change clothes quickly or you will be late for school.\u201d \u201cHuh?!\u201d S-school? I\u2019ve graduated from university. Shouldn\u2019t I be free from school already? I mean, I should be job-hunting now. \u201cS-school?\u201d \u201cThat is right. Oh dear. Are you still sleeping? Perhaps you\u2019re not feeling well\u2026 Young Master, are you alright?\u201d \u201cI-I\u2019m fine!\u201d \u201cIs that so? I wonder\u2026 Shall I help you change your clothes?\u201d \u201cN-no! I\u2019m good! I can do it myself!\u201d Hanging from the wall are jackets, trousers, blouses, and bow ties, all suspended on hangers. They\u2019re meant for kids. Can I change over there? \u201cIs that so? Then I will inform the masters that you have woken up, young master Lian.\u201d The maid bows with a smile, leaving the room. Huh?! Y-young master Lian?! She said Lian just now. The name seems familiar. Extremely. That\u2019s right. That\u2019s it. The second son of the richest lord in the village should have such a name. Lian Owen. Huh?! I\u2019m Lian? Why is it Lian?! What is this Lian?! My name is Osaka Nao! It\u2019s not Lian! This really is the starting village! Seriously! \u201cG-goddess? Hey, come on wait! I\u2019ve never heard any of this!\u201d I shout to the sky. \u201cThis is impossible! I can\u2019t do this! Send me back to my original world! I told you I\u2019d help if it\u2019s something I can do, but this is absurd! The task is way too hard. Make it easier!\u201d The room falls silent. The voice of a songbird. No matter how long I wait, I don\u2019t receive a response. How terrible. \u201cH-how can I\u2026 C-calm down. That\u2019s right, clothes. For now, I need to d-dress up\u2026\u201d These pajamas make me restless. I prefer cheap, ordinary ones made of cotton. Even when they wear down or get dirty, they\u2019re easier to replace. I\u2019m afraid of wearing the ones made of silk. I feel like people will become furious if I dirty them\u2026 With trembling hands, I retrieve a set of clothes from the hangers. Who is Lian? What does he do? He\u2019s the second son of the richest lord in the village. Ah. That\u2019s it! That! He\u2019s the leader of the three bullies who tyrannizes the Hero. He meddles with the Hero, who has no relatives and lives in a small orphanage. Even as a child, the Hero\u2019s specs are out of this world. His intelligence and physical prowess are off the charts. This displeases Lian, causing him to torment the other. He is a child full of jealousy. He\u2019s basically a plot device that, by having the Hero face him, helps the Hero grow. This character\u2019s role is necessary in order to add color to a dramatic coming-of-age tale. Although Lian is the first obstacle that the Hero encounters, he is also around for the shortest period of time. He\u2019s no longer mentioned once the Hero leaves the village. He\u2019s the kind of character where you go, “Oh yeah, wasn\u2019t there a guy like that? What was his name again? I forget. You can\u2019t say he\u2019s a rival, and he only appears at the start, but well, without him the beginning story would be boring, I guess?” That\u2019s the kind of weak role that Lian has. That I can remember. I recognize this. But why? Why am I in this role?! I have to live as Lian?! You can\u2019t be serious! I wonder if I am capable of doing something like this. I\u2019m not trying to brag, but I suck at acting. When I helped my friend in the theater club, I was thrown out! They told me my talent was in the negatives. Hearing that was crushing! I mean, Goddess, is my explanation not enough? I am definitely not worthy, you know? Throwing me this task won\u2019t do anyone good. No way. Absolutely not. A sob leaves my lips. These child-sized clothes fit me to a T. It\u2019s kind of depressing. How do I tie a bow tie? I\u2019ve never done it before. I wonder if a butterfly knot is sufficient. Read this at perpetualdaydreams.com Shoes are aligned neatly and are placed on a tray. Each pair shines bright like diamonds, the polish applied perfectly. They\u2019re all made of leather. Wow, so high class. How much do these shoes cost? I\u2019m scared of putting them on. Again, I\u2019ll have to be careful not to dirty them. \u201cAh!\u201d I recall another thing. And then the blood is drawn back from my face. This is the starting village. The starting village is where \u201cthat\u201d happens. It\u2019s gonna happen here. It\u2019s really gonna happen here! Not good. My body trembles. This is bad. This is really bad. This village is no good. I can\u2019t stay here. It\u2019s too dangerous. Though I want to escape, though I have every urge to run away, I cannot. It\u2019s impossible now. This is the starting village. Once the Hero celebrates his eighteenth birthday, the country with the most ambition out of three will summon the demon king. After receiving the magic of the demon king, magical beasts from all around storm the village. And this place will be destroyed. Lian also loses his life to that tragic event. Because of this, Lian\u2019s role in the story is tied to the starting village. This event will be known as the Disaster of Lieis Village. Later, minstrels will speak of this story. That\u2019s right. Since Lian is practically an eternal mob existence, his treatment is also that of a cannon fodder. I think he is even left literally fallen down by the wayside. In the game, his only dialogue consists of a variation of \u201cI never thought monsters would attack.\u201d If you attempt to speak with him again, you\u2019re given a \u201c\u2026\u201d that signifies he died.\u3000 His life was over just like that. I refuse. Stop joking. I, I don\u2019t want to die. I don\u2019t want to be killed. I don\u2019t want to feel pain. I don\u2019t want to die in this confusing world I was thrown into. I\u2019m sorry, Goddess, but I\u2019ll act the way I want. Here is the starting village. I am Lian. I see. I understand my role and the tasks that the Goddess bestowed upon me. However, I rather not understand it. My job is to guide the main character\u2014who will soon become the Hero\u2014during his time in the first village, so that he will have a splendid start. Lian\u2019s purpose, as written, is to nurture the Hero through his childhood. So that in the future, the Hero will be able to steamroll his enemies during his journey. Isn\u2019t that right, Goddess? I want you to return here and explain everything to me. I\u2019m begging you. I understand what must be done, but not how. \u00a0What should I do? Anyway, I must survive that disastrous night. I don\u2019t want to be killed by magical beasts. Too scary. No way. If I die in this world, what happens then? Hah! \u3000 Perhaps I\u2019ll return to my own world? Please, let that be it. I\u2019m begging you. Because we\u2019re helping each other out here, right? Right? But that goddess is so absent-minded\u2026 It makes me so anxious. I just can\u2019t trust her. For now, let\u2019s organize my thoughts. First, I refuse to be slain by demonic beasts. Also, I don\u2019t want to see the villagers killed in front of me. Even in the game, the event was too disturbing and hard for me to swallow. Corpses and blood spatter were scattered throughout the village. I don\u2019t want to experience such a heavy scene for real. All I know is that the future must be changed. I don\u2019t know how to influence things so that that can happen. But I don\u2019t want to die. That\u2019s right. For now, I\u2019ll do what I\u2019m able to bit by bit. There\u2019s no way I can accomplish everything at once, since currently I\u2019m still a brat. It\u2019s fine to take it step by step. Day by day. There\u2019s still plenty of time. 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