If someone asks me about my secrets, I could say, without exaggeration, that I have too many.   Of course, secrets are secrets, so I couldn't disclose them. But memories would come to mind of when I wasn't called Rendal. Memories of my dog, Alexander the Great, and of my past life on a planet called Earth.   I would also recall the way I died and the strange sensation that the event that caused my death still hasn't ended.   Neither can I talk about the strange power I discovered in this new world. My mentor has forbidden me from doing so; according to her, it could even make me a god... Personally, I would settle for getting a stable job.   And what better job than that of a high-ranking soldier in times of peace? Maybe I could even earn a small position in the nobility! Well, perhaps that's asking too much.   Firstly, to ascend in the ranks, having been born a mere villager, I need to excel in times of war...   The problem is, as you may recall, I can't freely use my magic. I can't even use my sword, my family's heirloom. Why? Well... that's also a secret.