At the age of eight, in the mansion's training grounds, I slammed my headfirst into a tree and realized three things.

First, I realized I had been reincarnated into another world.

Second, I could never be a knight, not even if I died and came back to life.

Third, fuck, I'm screwed.

To live like a decent human being as a modern 21st-century person in this goddamn medieval fantasy, first of all… I have to create a Magical Defense Force.