If someone asks, without exaggeration, I can say I have too many secrets.

Memories would come to mind of when I wasn't called Rendal. Of my dog, Alexander the Great, and of my past life on a planet called Earth.

I would also recall the way I died and the strange sensation that the event that caused my death still hasn't ended.

Nor can I talk about the strange power I discovered in this new world. My mentor has forbidden me from doing so; according to her, it could even make me a god... Personally, I would settle for getting a stable job.

And what better job than that of a high-ranking soldier in times of peace? Maybe I could even earn a small position in the nobility! Well, perhaps that's asking too much.

Firstly, to ascend in the ranks, having been born a mere villager, I need to excel in times of war...

The problem is, as you may recall, I can't freely use my magic. I can't even use my sword, my family's heirloom. Why? Well... that's also a secret.