Rewinding to when Seitinias was 9 years old.

This world is what you’d call a classic sword-and-magic fantasy.

It’s based on the kind of civilization and worldview you often see in RPG games.

‘That’s why there’s something like a status, so you can see your own abilities and stuff, I guess.’

It hadn’t been long since I became a “Nun”.

On this day, I was reading a book about the history of the gods to deepen my studies in theology.

Most of it was vague and sounded pretty suspicious, like typical myths, but there was one part that caught my interest.

This world was created by a god who came from far beyond the distant void.

Though the wording varied, most texts mentioned the same thing about the appearance of the god, and when summarized, it was basically that.

‘…The creator god of this world definitely knows the world I came from.’

That was the conclusion I reached at the time.

That this world was created based on my previous world.

The first time I suspected that was when I used a “flush toilet” for the first time as a child in my family’s mansion, which otherwise looked exactly like a medieval European noble residence.

The shape, the structure of the room, and its functionality were exactly like the toilets from my previous life.

There was no washlet, but even the toilet paper was in the same roll form, which really surprised me.

Actually, even in my previous world, flush toilets existed since ancient times.

But obviously, they weren’t modern, refined ones.

So when I saw a completely modern flush toilet here, I was stunned.

There were other things that made me blink in surprise.

One of them was a trigger-type lighter.

‘I remember being excited to see how the maid would light the fireplace, thinking it’d be magic, but then she just used something that looked familiar and click, fire…’

That brought back memories from when I was a toddler, feeling betrayed because I expected magic.

Later I found out that the lighter wasn’t technically trigger-type but button-type.

Instead of fuel, it used a magic-powered battery made from many small magic stones, making it easy for anyone to use.

And when ignited, it produced a rather bright flash of light, but the flame itself was tiny, about the size of my pinky finger at the time—apparently designed that way to make it harder to use for arson.

Aside from that, there were many small everyday tools that weren’t exactly the same as modern ones, but felt very familiar.

Apparently, they’re all magical tools.

‘I wondered if there were things like cars or trains too, but those were just normal horse-drawn carriages…’

Though even those carriages, at least the high-end ones, had suspension and rubber tires, so they weren’t to be underestimated.

When I wondered how such a mix of medieval and modern elements came to be and looked into it, I found the answer in a history book.

‘Hmm, The Age of Magical Arrogance, huh?’

Just like now, even in the past, the number of people who could use magic was fairly limited.

Then about 3,000 years ago, a major event occurred, like a great turning point in history.

The Revolt of the Mages.

This event, simply put, began as a boycott of the “work” mages were doing at the time.

Back then, there were no convenient tools like now, and society was more like a true medieval era.

But when mages began using magic to support people’s lives, human living standards improved dramatically—which was fine at first.

The problem came afterward.

Gradually, people began to take it for granted that mages would contribute to daily life.

And the result was obvious.

Unable to endure being overworked, the mages rebelled against society.

At first, the mages were outnumbered and at a disadvantage.

But over time, they began to regain ground—this was also when many combat-oriented spells were developed.

In the end, it was fair to say the mages won.

They carved out territory from non-mage nations and created a country exclusively for mages, where they all relocated.

From that point on, the world was divided for a time.

In terms of civilization.

‘It’s obvious that the mage country advanced, while the other side regressed without mages… wow, some areas even went back to something like primitive living…’

A punishment for relying on convenience without understanding or respecting it.

Maybe the gods even intervened behind the scenes to make it happen.

‘If the god really knew my previous world, maybe they needed to put a stop to unchecked technological development somewhere…’

After that, over nearly 500 years, relations between mages and non-mages gradually improved.

Historians later called this period The Age of Magical Arrogance.

‘And then the mages created magical tools for those who couldn’t use magic… I see.’

Yeah, the god definitely must’ve secretly influenced the ideas and inspiration of those developers.

And considering that even after 2,500 years, there are still no cars, trains, or airplanes, it feels like the level of development is being controlled behind the scenes.

‘Well, looking at the course of history in my previous life, I’d probably do the same… I agree that a balance of convenience and inconvenience is best.’

Honestly, just having modern toilets and baths is already more than enough for me.

Good hygiene is extremely important for living.

And especially since I’m a girl in this life.

* * *

“Oh, it’s almost time for prayer. I—oops…”

‘If I let my guard down, I still end up saying I (masculine) like that. It’s fine when I’m alone, but in front of others it might seem strange, so I need to get used to naturally saying watashi…’

Back when I lived at home, my tutor would strictly correct me, so I got used to it, but after leaving home and coming to this small countryside church where no one was around, I might’ve gotten a bit too relaxed thinking “freedom! slow life!”

“Ahem… alright, let’s do our best today too, Sister Shelly.”

Looking at the slightly dirty small wall mirror, I spoke to the nun reflected in it.

Acting like a proper lady isn’t difficult.

I learned that during the years of education as a noble lady.

Now I just need it to become second nature, but with memories of being a man in my previous life, I’m not quite there yet.

‘…Well, it’ll work out somehow. No need to overthink it, let’s go, me.’

After a final check of my appearance, I left my small private room and headed to the small chapel.

Only a few people come for daily prayers right now, mostly elderly villagers, so it’s easygoing.

“Let us all offer our prayers of gratitude to the gods today as well.”

My voice echoed through the chapel beyond the door.

Back in my room, the theology book I had forgotten to close flipped through its pages in the wind before softly shutting.

Sunlight shone on the cover, and the illustration of the god seemed to smile gently.