“Ahh, I slept well… Wait, what!? Diar!? You scared me…”
As soon as I woke up in the morning, there was a beautiful girl right in front of me. In her pajamas, she was lying next to me, staring at me intently.
“Oh, good morning, big brother! I’ve prepared breakfast, so let’s eat together?”
The white-haired beauty who calls me “big brother” is Diar. I call her Diar, but if my memory serves me right, I don’t have a sister.
So, she shouldn’t be my sister… but she calls me “big brother” and acts as if we share a close relationship. Is she a sister? It feels a bit different from that, but somehow, it seems like a sibling-like bond has formed within her.
“Huh? You made breakfast again!? Thanks, Diar. Wow… I’ve been relying on you so much lately. I haven’t been able to return anything to you…”
“It’s okay! Just being with you makes me the happiest! Helping you live happily is my happiness! And I just love making breakfast for you!”
With a cheerful smile, she twirls her hair with her finger, clearly happy. Looking at her expression, I can tell her words are sincere, but… I still feel confused about it. However, I decided to accept her as she is.
“Is that so? Do you like cooking, Diar?”
“Cooking itself is just okay. But you say it’s delicious when you eat it! Imagining you saying it’s tasty while I cook makes me so happy! Hehe, thanks to that, I can do my best forever! At this rate, I might become the world’s best cooking sister!”
This girl is a good one. She has no malice towards me; in fact, she acts for my sake. It’s not just cooking; my work as an archaeologist is what I truly want to do… but right now, I’m mostly acting as an adventurer. All the activities of an adventurer—from preparing for journeys to fighting and mundane tasks—if I didn’t stop her, Diar would surely try to help me with everything I do.
To be honest, it feels abnormal. There seems to be a weighty emotion behind her actions that’s anything but ordinary. Diar acts lively, yet there’s a sense of fragility or precariousness to her. Watching her, I can’t help but feel I want to take care of her. I shouldn’t be her brother, but my heart tries to act as if I am.
Normally, even if she is a beautiful girl, I would feel fear if an unfamiliar person affectionately approached me for reasons I don’t understand. In reality, I do feel a sense of discomfort and a bit of anxiety. However… I have accepted her enough that those feelings seem trivial.
“What are you doing today, big brother? Gathering information?”
“Yeah, it seems the library of the Ednail Kingdom is off-limits to the public, so I’ll conduct interviews with the locals. But first, breakfast! Let’s eat!”
“Okay! I’ll feed you!”
“No, I can eat by myself…”
Diar pouts in disappointment. The breakfast she made is a meat stew that tastes as if it has been simmered for hours. It’s rich yet refreshing, not heavy at all… Is this really breakfast? The effort she put into making this…? Could it be that Diar is actually a culinary genius?
The food was incredibly delicious. Is it really okay for me to be this happy in the morning?
Ednail Kingdom, ruled by the Ednail royal family for about 3,000 years. Most of Ednail is a desert region, and if I were to compare it to my memories from my previous life, it resembles Egypt. I, Jandalum Alpius, have memories from my past life.
In my past life, I lived on Earth, in Japan. At that time, I wanted to become an archaeologist, but I gave up that dream to support my poor family.
My father told me:
“What good is it for money? If it doesn’t make money, don’t do it.”
I was frustrated… I weighed my dreams against my family, and in the end, I chose to support my family. After graduating high school, I worked as a temporary laborer, keeping the minimum amount of money for myself and sending the rest to my family.
To be honest, I didn’t like my father. I didn’t hate him, but… I did care deeply for my mother and my two younger brothers. That’s why I worked hard; I told myself that if I kept pushing through, someday things would get better.
But then I died. I died trying to save a child who was about to be hit by a car. The day before, a senior at my workplace slacked off, so I had to work overtime to cover for him, which left me sleep-deprived. My body felt heavy, and my mood was at its worst, yet somehow, I found myself trying to save the child.
I knew it was dangerous. I instinctively knew I might die. But perhaps it was because I thought I wouldn’t mind dying… If my painful reality could end, and at the same time, the child could be saved, then that wouldn’t be so bad.
I don’t know if the child was saved. I have no memory after being hit by the car. I hope they were…
Well, anyway, I didn’t have a sister in my past life. I had brothers, but no sisters. So Diar isn’t a reincarnation of a sister from my previous life… I think.
Having not become an archaeologist, I died with regrets and was reborn in a new world. This world is like something out of a fantasy story. There are magic and strange creatures, and it’s a world of swords where individuals can dominate the battlefield.
In such a world, there are relics and ruins from ancient times, unique to this world. I decided to live as an archaeologist in this world. I will absolutely adventure throughout the world with all my might, solve mysteries, and convey the thoughts of past people in the form of history.
