Nurturing the Hero to Avoid Death
chapter-3

“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.

Despite this, I decide to only write in Japanese in this diary.

After all, it will be bad if someone reads it.

Anyway, I decide to write down the story events that will occur from now on, but only as much as what I could remember.

Midway through this, Lian’s elder brother invites me to the bath.

This saves me a lot of trouble.

That’s because I don’t know how to take a western-style bath for the rich. I’m clueless about what’s inside the many bottles there. I’m scared of breaking something. And of how much money I will need to reimburse if I damage anything.

However.

As Lian’s elder brother offers to wash my body, I feel quite a bit— no, pretty disgusted.

When I decline politely and clearly, his expression grows incredibly disappointed.

The large ceramic bath smells pleasant. Although it feels really comfortable, my elder brother snuggles up right next to me.

Why is he sticking so close?! I’m scared!

I try to shift as far as I could from him, backing away and moving around in the bath. It’s extremely tiring.

From now on, I swear in my heart to never take a bath with Lian’s elder brother.

What’s with this guy? There are red flags being raised, but is it all in my head?

Hopefully he’ll stop crossing the line like this when doting on his younger brother. In other words, please stop it. I beg you. Please. I really don’t like how the incest flag is looming around here. Please stop it. I’m about to cry. This game is available for all ages, right? No, it should be around R-15. Because that rating has violence, I’m worn out.

There are no erotic pairings in “Arcadia.” It should be a classic historical fantasy that doesn’t focus on the emotions of the characters.

That’s why, let’s advance without feelings involved please.

Spare me from the erotic route! Don’t raise an incest flag or anything like that! Furthermore, things like BL— no thanks! None of that please!

Unconsciously, I apply force through the pages, wrinkling them.

I smooth out the wrinkles with care.

Oh yeah, I should write down the events I handled today before I forget.

Aside from that, I have to make a memo on things I should remember.

The teachers in the village’s school are considerably good.

The magic teacher was fed up with the capital’s brutality and retired here. His lessons are decent. Additionally, the physical education teacher is a former knight too.

This former knight disliked the ways of the country Valmcardo. This was the country that would summon the demon king behind the scenes and prioritized increasing the country’s armaments rather than the peoples’ livelihood. The physical education teacher is a man that escaped to such a rural location.

He’s fairly experienced and teaches how to handle weapons. Well, there’s no need for children to learn full-fledged weapon handling in a peaceful village, so they’re taught degrees of self defense through fencing and body skills; these include tempering the body using stretching techniques, and other things of similar taste.

Today’s lesson was on wooden swords. Somehow, I managed to win against Alfred. Since Alfred is weak, it saves me a lot of trouble.

I was neither born knowing how to fence nor had I ever done anything like that before. My skill in the sword is a mess yet I still won. For now, it looks like I can still continue to win by forcefully pushing through the lessons.

But from now on, Alfred’s growth will proceed, and winning with this messy swordsmanship will definitely prove harsh.

In the future I must practice properly as well.

How troublesome. Although I’m the indoor type.

However, I have to continue winning against the main character. Definitely.

There needs to be a rival-like existence for that guy, Alfred, in this village.

It’ll be best if he’s determined in defeating Lian.

The lesson on curses in the afternoon was fairly interesting.

Because I’m the indoor type, I’m more suited for desk work than manual labor.

Writing spells and patterns on paper like a talisman, giving them power, and engraving them into stone—that’s how to produce a curse.

Today, I was taught how to make a simple protective charm.

Because I have to expose it to the sun’s rays for one day, the charm will take three days to complete. Or at least, that’s what I heard. Seems like the subject of the next lesson is how to create an amulet.

Read this at perpetualdaydreams.com

An amulet, huh?

Something that wards off magical beasts.

Hmm. Let’s study hard. I’ll find it useful in the future most likely. My intuition tells me so.

Even though magic exists in this world, one’s ability depends on the individual.

There are those who can’t use magic at all.

If you don’t have it in your genes, then tough luck.

Unfortunately, Lian has poor magic capability. As such, I think that if I can extend the spells and magic square system as much as possible, it wouldn’t matter that my magic power is low.

That’s right! I’ve landed on a good idea!

How about sticking amulets all over the village?!

I feel so good that I could cry. Alright. Let’s contemplate this later on.

Ahh, but I’m exhausted.

That’s enough for today. Let’s get some shut-eye.

I put away the pen and crawl into bed.