68 *By the Candlelight

I half remember my past self now. Now that I think about it, I've come a long, long way. 

I used to be depressed all the time, overworked, exhausted… At school I barely paid any attention to the long, grey lectures. 

Now? Now it's different. 

I've become more full of vigor. Adventurous, even. At first I had thought of this whole isekai business as a punishment of some sort. Why did I have to be transmigrated in the first place? There are millions of people in the world, most of them yearning for some fantastical stuff like such to happen to them; God could have picked any one of them. So why did I get stuck with such misfortune when I had already suffered so much?

But I get it now. Or at least I think so.