Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

reincarnated.

Born again.

At first I was confused and didn't know that fact, but a few days later I took that reality.

At first I thought it was a dream.

I get sleepy soon, and in reality, my consciousness is fluffy and restless.

So this is what happened in my dreams, and I thought I'd stay asleep in class.

But there's no way I have a dream that just goes on for a few days.

I'm a baby now.

Sleep, wake up, eat, serve, cry and sleep again.

Such a life.

I tried to look around in between and figure out what was going on with me right now.

First of all, this isn't Japan.

That's for sure.

Besides, it doesn't even look like Earth.

I don't have dark hair and dark eyes around me, and I don't have any appliances at all.

It's an atmosphere like medieval Europe, but it's odd that even in one European countryside there are no instruments of civilisation in an era like today when there are appliances if they're not remote in Africa or something.

I wonder if it's a different world reincarnation.

A dead human being is reborn in another world, keeping the memory of his previous life intact.

I never thought that would happen to me, but I can't help but mourn what has happened as a reality now.

It's more constructive to think about what's going to happen than to mourn what happened.

Besides, I was welcoming the current situation.

'Cause I'm reborn.

Freed from that look before, a new life.

That begins.

I can't help but be happy.

The fact that my parents are beautiful also applauds me for it.

Mother feels like a lady with a pointy vibe.

The father, contrary to such a mother, has the atmosphere of a crisp and able man.

Both unique, but both aesthetically shaped.

If you have two beauties like that for your parents, I must be a beauty too.

And apparently, the parents are quite high-ranking people.

The room I'm in is pretty big.

Definitely bigger than the cheap apartments I lived in in my previous life if only in size.

And I have many squires.

He doesn't seem to be the king or anyone that far away, but he doesn't seem to be a nobleman for sure.

God must have rewarded me for the hard work I had in my previous life.

Happy and smiling naturally overflowing when you think about the rest of your life.

Seeing it makes me smile when the caregiver's maid or mother is followed.

I was happy.

Babies sleep a long time.

It's a long time, but of course I have time to stay awake.

And I never assume it's a baby.

Somehow I seemed to be night shaped and I spent more time awake at night.

I was just a high school student in my previous life, and I don't really want to cry at night or anything.

I have to be honest with my physiological desires, but I was only allowed to cause my family and squire because I was free.

I used my free time to practice magic.

There is magic in this world.

There was a man in his squire who could use the magic of fire, and he was witnessing the person setting the lamp on fire.

Elementary school and the boys were imitating cartoons, and I always thought they weren't assholes then, but I think I knew exactly how the boys felt then.

If there is magic, I want to use it.

I started practicing magic to satisfy that desire.

And even so, I don't know how to use magic.

In the short time I could stay awake, yeah, I tried and made a lot of mistakes while roaring.

As a result, something called magic is somehow coming to light.

"Proficiency reached a certain level. Gained Skill" Magic Sensing LV1 "

It was almost at the same time that I grabbed the feel of magic and heard that voice.

I miss it, it hasn't been so long, but it's the first Japanese I've ever heard in this world.

I looked around, but nobody was there.

I felt something creepy about the mysterious voice I heard, even though no one was there, and I didn't quite sleep that day.

The identity of that voice seems to be the voice of God.

They say there is something in this world that makes you skilled, and when you gain it or level it, you hear the voice of God.

Fragmentally connected the audible conversation and inferred, such information was obtained.

But it's uncomfortable that the voice of God is Japanese.

The conversation you hear in this world is not Japanese.

It's not even English.

It must be the world's own language.

Since Japanese is not heard at all in fragments, if the voice of God is also heard by anyone other than me, it should normally be this language.

If so, why am I the only one hearing it in Japanese?

All I can think about is that the Lord of this voice has reincarnated me into this world.

Then it's no surprise you can speak Japanese.

I gratefully thanked the voice of God I could hear in my heart.

That's how I grew up slowly.

It's inconvenient not to be able to move, so I also started practicing highs early.

I was able to do that as soon as I could, but even if I started moving too quickly, I would be suspicious, so I tried not to move in public.

I also learned the language.

It's hard to say it's all yet, but I can understand the content with some conversation.

I steal and listen to conversations, and I understand a little bit about this world, too.

A religion called Goddesshood.

Culture and history.

Standing position of this house.

Learn them little by little.

Different way of thinking and common sense than in Japan.

I find myself confused about the difference, but I manage to rinse it in myself.

And in a time of serenity, I was singing raw as a baby.

That's when the incident happened.