Once the world-ending Dark Lord…
…now a confused, half-naked elf sprinting through town because he accidentally face-planted into a warrior maiden’s chest.

Decta doesn’t remember his past life.
He doesn’t know why monsters fear him.
He doesn’t know why his sword skills are cracked beyond reason.

He just wants clothes that fit, food that isn’t suspicious, and ONE day without someone trying to kill, arrest, or adopt him.

Too bad fate said “no.”

If the goblins don’t get him, the holy knights will.
If the knights don’t get him, that terrifying silver-haired woman definitely will.

Dark Lord → Worthless Elf → Public Menace

Welcome to his second life. He’s already suffering.