Let me tell you a story about the first time I used magic.

　I was born and raised in this world in a very ordinary farming village in the northwest direction of Maisis, the royal capital of the Kingdom of Halkeniya.
　My parents were the caretakers of the village, and compared to other families, they were reasonably well off.

　Even though they were wealthy, they were in the middle to upper-middle class of the commoners. The only land he owned was quite a bit of land, but the rest of the house was very ordinary.

　In a way, it was a miracle that such a very ordinary, commonplace house had a magic book in it.

　........One day, around nightfall.

'Gerald. Go and get me a new candle.

Yeah, okay!

　In this world, the only light source is a candle or a lamp at night.
　Some nobles and others have a magic tool called a "light ball", but that is not an option for commoners.
　That's why every house in the village is lit at night without exception with candles or candlelight, but on this day, the candle that illuminated the living room was about to run out.

　Without the candles, we would have to eat in the dark.
　So when the candle was about to run out, I had to get a new one from the storeroom.

　I nodded and went to the shed where I kept the candles.

　I opened the door and stepped into the storeroom to find a chaotic scene.

　Various items (mostly junk) had been forcibly shoved into the room, and I could see that they were scattered around without needing to check.

　A table with one missing leg, a broken vase, a shelf with a handle that had come off and wouldn't open, thick old books and paper bundles piled haphazardly.... Even the air was dusty because of the lack of cleaning.

'....as usual, it's going to be hard to even find a single candle.

　I'm impressed that he would want to keep a candle in a place like this. Don't you think it's a bother to look for them, Dad?

　I am inwardly puzzled, but I must find it before it gets dark. With that in mind, I go rummaging through the junk.

''Well you could have done a little more tidying up.

　The clutter is more than I could have imagined, and I can't help but complain about it.
　But even so, after a bit of patient searching, I was able to find a white wooden box where the candles were stored behind the junk I had raked through.

'....Okay, there it is.

　He reached out to open the box containing the candle. But before he could reach the box, his hand touched a tower of books piled up nearby and crumbled it.

'Ah.'

　By the time I shouted that briefly, it was too late. Thick books and bundles of paper are falling towards the already messy floor with the force of an attack.

　Looking at the books scattered on the floor in front of me, I sighed with a sigh.
　The floor, which had been messy to begin with, was even more unorganized. Well, I had no idea where everything was to begin with, but....

"I did it...

　I decided to at least clean up a bit, so I had no choice but to kneel down on the floor and pick up a book that was close at hand.
　Then from among the books I picked up I found the book.

''Hm?　This is.....

　The book was large in size, with a crimson binding. The cover was lavishly decorated with gold thread, and the way it looked reminiscent of a piece of furniture. Rather than being called a book, it seemed more convincing to be called an ornamental object.
　It was big enough to hold on to your chest and heavy enough for a five-year-old to lift.
　In addition, the quality of the paper was clearly top-notch, although it was tarnished. Until I was that age, the only paper I had ever heard of was the rough, sandpaper-like surface, so I couldn't help but notice how smooth it felt to the touch.

I'm not sure if it's a special book. I wonder if it's a special book, because it's bound in a very expensive looking book.

　I can't imagine that this book is the kind of book you would want to have in a rural village.
　It's exactly the kind of book that I heard rumors about, and it's probably the kind of book that the Royal Library deals in.

　When I thought about it, I suddenly became curious about the contents. I was taught to read and write at the age of five, and I've loved to read since then.

　I love stories, so much so that I can't sleep at night because of the excitement I get when I listen to my mother tell me bedtime stories about old times and heroic tales.

　It's only natural that my curiosity was violently aroused.

　The idea that it might be something I shouldn't touch flashed through my mind for a moment, but I couldn't contain my curiosity, so I opened the cover of the book.

　But what was there was a completely unfamiliar character, not the one my parents had taught me about this world.

''...?　This is, um,

　Page after page, the paper was covered with characters that were completely unfamiliar to me.
　Was it a foreign language, or was it an old language?
　But with only five years' worth of knowledge, I had no idea. All I could tell was that I couldn't read this myself.

　.........well, that's just as well. I'm a little disappointed that I couldn't read it, but I might get angry if I touch such a gorgeous book without permission.
　It was at that moment, while telling myself that, that I was about to close the book.



　A violent headache hit me.

　The headache lasted for a while, and by the time it subsided, I had recovered my memories of my previous life.

　I thought my brain was going to burn out. The memories of a lifetime of memories flowed into my head, even if they were brief.

　At any rate, I remembered everything at that time.

　I remembered that I was a 19-year-old university student named Kazuhiko Ogata, that I was hit by a bicycle, that I was killed by a bicycle, my life before I died, and of course..............................my Japanese language.

　I couldn't help but mutter in front of the memories that flowed in one after another. 'Hey, what was that........flabba?'

　Flava................................Flashback, a word not found in this world. The fact that he said it was the best proof that he had regained his memories of his previous life.