Description
It's all well and good that I reincarnated, but my memories are fragmented, leaving me with little real sense of having done so.
What's more, among the fragmented memories that remain, is the memory of a god shouting, 'I messed up!'
I can certainly understand why the god claimed failure. My sister Dolly and I had been neglected by our parents, barely surviving on our own. Convinced I couldn't afford another failure, I'd been pouring all my energy into simply living.
However, even though it was nothing more than a place to sleep, we were driven out of our home.
I couldn't possibly let my still-young sister sleep without a roof over her head. Turning to an acquaintance in the village, we learned that my sister and I could use magic.
Believing it best to leave the village before those who kicked us out remembered we could use magic, we hastily departed.
In Albatross, the city we moved to as if fleeing our village, I learned magic, developed items using knowledge from my previous life, delved into dungeons, and steadily gathered companions.
