Chapter 1

It was weather that brought the promise of rain.
The entire sky was dark and the air felt thick with moisture, guaranteeing a heavy rainfall.

“Stop staring at the sky and fold the blankets.”

I had paused for only a moment, but Lily’s nagging came right away.
Her ability to detect slacking off was amazing.

“…..
Lily, do you think the client will come again today?”

I smiled playfully and asked Lily, who shrugged and answered, all the while busying her hands, pulling the laundry off of the clothesline.

“Well, he usually comes whenever it rains, right? And when are you going to use his proper title?”

“But he is a client right? A customer who provides the funds for our temple.”

“…You, if you use that title in front of the high priest, he’ll bite your head off.”

Lily shook her head with a flutter.
As a matter of fact, I have already used those words in front of the high priest.
And gotten my head bitten off… but I didn’t feel the need to tell her that.

If I stayed still while staring at the sky again, I was bound to be caught by Lily, so I started moving my hands along the clothesline.
In an instant, blankets piled up in the basket below.

While doing such simple and repetitive actions, my head started filling with worries about the guest who’s coming to the temple in a few hours.
If I were to make another mistake today, could I really die?

It’s true that I’ve already died once before, but I really didn’t want to die again.

That is to say, I am a person who’s been in this world with memories of my previous life.
Why are there so many cliché stories like this? The character dies in an accident and either possesses a villain in a book or gets blessed with a light love story.

So now you’d make the choice to live quietly regardless of your book’s storyline.
The kind of story where you’d support the second male-lead in your heart.
But in this way, my story is way off the mark from those. 

I haven’t thought about it in a while, since it makes me a bit sad to remember, but in my previous life, I was doing my homework at the school library until late at night, and died on my way home.
Walking through dark alleys with a tired, zombie-like body, I wandered into the path of a car that couldn’t slow down.

It’s all because of homework.
When I turn in an assignment, I receive another assignment again, and I continue my life in this way, and even when I die, the offender is said to be an assignment.

Of course, there is some blame to be held by the car speeding in the dark alley, but it is homework that kept me in the library until that late at night, so the task itself is the root of all evil.
By staying up every night, it hurt my health and even took my life.

Anyway, so the first time I woke up here, I was very hungry.
The clothes I wore were tattered and there were no guardians around.
I didn’t even have a home.
Yes, the only thing I had in mind was an unknown orphan who was dying.

I wasn’t in a good enough state to marvel at the fact that I had made a dimensional shift, like in a cliché romance fantasy novel that I read in my spare time while doing assignments.

As soon as I entered this world, I was on the verge of starving to death.
I wandered around like a zombie again, searching for food.
Besides, I had arrived as a girl who seemed to be about eight years old, so this body didn’t have any strength.

I was confused about the place I saw for the first time; the strangers and even the sun.
Finally, on the fourth day, I fell down at the mouth of an alley.
As my cemetery, alleys seemed to play a crucial role, no matter the dimension.

I didn’t know what the original name of this child was, but I could only assume that I entered this body because the child had died.
In the midst of losing my mind, I prayed for both the nameless unknown child and myself.
It wasn’t a very good life, but since it was so pitiful, I wondered if I could go to heaven.

Then, a priest from a nearby temple picked me up as I lay there, on the verge of death.
The priest prayed next to me, who was sick for days and days, and gave me porridge directly.

So I barely survived, but thankfully the priest offered for me to stay at the temple if I had no other place to go.

So that’s how I ended up staying at the temple for thirteen years.
At first, I was just struggling to survive, so I told the priest that I believed in a god, but as I lived on in this world, there really seemed to be a god here.
I’m not saying this because I’m a devout believer, but literally there is a ‘god.’ Some of the capable priests actually heal people using divine powers.

The temple I entered is called ‘El Nur.’ It’s a very small temple, so there are few believers, and even fewer capable priests, so it wasn’t home to many healers.
However, El Nur picks up orphans, provides free education, and does a lot of welfare activities, so it receives support from the empire.

I lived well, in peace.
It was a little lacking, but it was enough.
The language here is difficult, so I had a hard time learning it, but I still spent my childhood amongst friends.
Lily is also a friend who I’d met at the time, and she has been my roommate for ten years.

In the winter that I turned 17 years old, the priest who had picked me up upon recognition, asked me what I wanted to do and how I wanted to live.
He said that it was okay for me to leave the temple, but if I wished, I could stay and become a priest.

This empire where I live now is in a state of peace, so in fact, it’s a lot more lucrative for priests to jump into commerce rather than to receive a small subsidy working in a temple.
Because of this, many temples are lacking priests.

In such a situation, I replied that I would remain in the temple as if it were the only natural option.
I wouldn’t entertain the idea of going outside to live a hard life, and I didn’t have the confidence to take a chance.
I just wanted to live here in safety.
Besides, I had already gotten attached to Priest Timotheo, who had picked me up and saved me.

So, I had a baptismal ceremony to become a priest.
But in the process, I realized that my choice was very wrong.

My divine power is strong.
It is truly, tremendously powerful, even beyond El Nur’s number one priest.
My level was more comparable to the priests of Abnel, the state religion.
The moment I put my hand on the crystal ball to measure my divine power, I thought to myself as I saw the light that spread brightly and flooded the whole room with a white glow:

Oh, I’m doomed. 

That’s right.
I passed up the golden opportunity to leave the temple and voluntarily surrendered myself over to become a faithful servant.
It wasn’t because El Nur’s doctrines resounded in my heart, nor was it that I had a special sense of mission… but it was as the unexpected Dimension-Migrator.
Somehow, I celebrated my ten-year anniversary of transmigration in this way.

Just like that, I was bound to El Nur.
I became the first pick for missions, being sent place to place.
Priest Timotheo, who brought me in, became the high priest.
After that, if even just a lesser nobleman visited the temple, the High Priest and I had to politely welcome them.

The High Priest sometimes held my hand tightly with a thrilled face and said, “You are the hope of El Nur.” But it only made me regret my decision even more deeply.

He was certainly a generous and compassionate person, but the face he made when he told me to go make money by sending me to dangerous places….

“Ah, it’s all done.
Let’s go inside now!”

As I was idly going through the laundry, I heard Lily’s loud voice.
The children in front of her quickly began to pick up the baskets.
I wobbled once, holding the basket in front of me.
It was too bulky to carry with my mind wandering.

“Lily, do you have any work left for today?”

“Yeah, I just need to clean up the room where the Duke will stay, then I’m done.”

“Wow, I’m really jealous.”

“I envy you.
You just need to sit there, right? You don’t even have to organize anything else.”

“But even just sitting down is