Chapter 2: Transmigration shouldn’t be that bad
You know, in those stories where people were being transmigrated to another world, they usually found themselves in a different condition than how they were in their original world. I had read stories about people experiencing rebirth or transmigrated inside the body of someone powerful, or rich, or both.
Or even if that wasn't the case, they were usually armed with future knowledge, so they could eventually become powerful and rich all the same.
This was the part where I asked 'why couldn't that be me?' during the first hour of waking up in this world.
No, I guessed this body used to be powerful. If I got transmigrated maybe last year—or at least three months before—I wouldn't lament this much.
But the first thing I notice when I opened my eyes here was that...nothing really changed. My body was still filled with pain, I still lay on a hospital bed, still surrounded by the smell of medicine. It was all so familiar that I thought the healer and soldiers who came to me after I woke up were cosplaying or something. Like, perhaps the hospital had some kind of event?
But then I remembered I died, so that wasn't possible.
That was when the memory of this body came crashing down on me and I had to double down in a bout of piercing headache—as if my whole body wasn't in enough pain as it was. Panting on the bed, again, I tried to pick some relevant information from the flood of memories.
The name was Valmeier. No last name, since he was an orphan and raised by a commoner priest. But for someone with a plain background, his name came from a lost, archaic language of the forest. [Valme] and [Aier] which could be translated to 'hopeful sprout'.
Damn man, if you have such a positive name, shouldn't you have a positive life or something?
Instead, this body had been stranded since baby, and ended up in a secluded monastery, where he grew up to become a combat priest. He got sent to the frontier as that monastery's priest—his foster father—replacement. By coincidence, he came to report to the Head Church at the same time as the Spear of Judgment wielder's selection; a ploy to make the Princess a Saintess, by having a hidden mage secretly made the spear fly towards the Princess, as if she was the chosen one.
Instead, it flew to the bypassing Valmeier.