The worries of a new life

The last week was the ride of my lifes. Well, more like the beginning of it. You see, I died and isekaid.

Okay, that is a little short to convey my situation … imagine this: you are a student at a university and one sunny and beautiful summer morning you realize you overslept. Then you realize that you have an exam on this very day, and you already failed one time and you really really really need to pass this. So logically, you get dressed in the clothes nearest to you (which results in a breach of all dress codes that there are in the world) and start running like a madman to the nearest bus stop. Luckily for you, there is a construction of a building on your way to the bus stop and just as you run by, lady Luck pushed a package of bricks on a higher floor of the building over the edge. So, someone shouts to warn me, and I have enough time…

to look up and see the bricks just a second before they crushed me to death.

And then the next moment I suddenly wake up in a bed, while drenched in sweat and my body aching all over. Yes, a bed, because I realised, this was whether my bed nor my room! As the cherry on top of this revelation, my head began to hurt, until I passed out again.

When I woke up again, I started to collect my thoughts, calm myself down and tried to make sense out of my situation. After a week of my emotional crisis and questioning of the world, I came up to a conclusion today.

Well first, I died in a very dumb construction accident but had the luck to be given life again. While I cannot remember being summoned by an old wise man, a cute loli or by the flying spaghetti monster, there was a distinct pause between my transmission. But I had no further clues, so that’s a thing for another time.

Next, my situation is good and bad at the same time. I was transported to a medieval world as the Baron Leonidas de Aineidas, Lord of Red Rock Castle and Heir to the Grand Duchy of the Sarembrian Islands of the Kingdom of Mitalica. I inherited all his memories and as far as I could deduce, I was in an alternate world of 10th century Italy, and the Sarembrian Islands were a pendant to Sardinia and Corsica. And as servants and doctors went into my chamber daily and helped me eat and gave me medicine, I was delighted I could understand them without any problems. So, I was a highborn noble in a medieval setting with the knowledge of the modern world, and my morale rose again, as this was the first good news I had after dying, right after reincarnation of course. But this were the good news…

You caught it, right? There were doctors daily around me and at least one servant was always watching me. And it seems the headache I had was not only from the fusion of memories but also from heavy poisoning. I listened to the whispering of the servants and reliving of my host's memories: Leonidas was poisoned when he was out with his retinue hunting, but the effect started to kick in while he was chasing after a white deer. So, he collapsed from the saddle and bruised all his body, but also broke his right leg. His loyal servants rushed him to the capital of the Duchy Salaria, where the Duchess hired the best doctors, she could find to save him. Apparently, Leonidas died, and I could reincarnate into his body. As such, I decided to accept my fate, which could be worse, and accept my identity as Leonida… at least to the outside.

So, I, Leonidas, realized that my body was getting better by the day, I could even move my whole upper body as the stiffness from the poison vanished, even though I was bedridden for at least six months. But my broken leg was a big problem, especially for medieval times: although the bone seemed to have healed well, something was utterly wrong with the muscles or nerves around it, as the stiffness was still there in the leg. I even tried today to stand up from my bed, but my right injured leg could not hold me.

The really bad news was, that if I was poisoned, someone was trying to kill me, and while I could find one obvious suspect, the man was powerful in his own right. Furthermore, the Kingdom of Mitalica was surely steering into a disaster in the long term, as there were powerful enemies on the outside and on the inside.

Rubbing salt into injury, while I was now a seventeen your old, ca. 1,80m tall caucasian youngster with red hair and blue eyes, there was not a pound of muscles on my bones and I will have to limp in the best case while having a name like Leonidas! That is a rather tame and toothless lion!

But the worst of it all, was my realization, what this world truly made different from all the novels I read: I was fine that I would walk with a limp, I was fine (even happy) with no magic, I was fine that there was conflict around me.

Coming from around a thousand years into the future, I could make a technological, economical, and scientific revolution and leave a great legacy…

if I had this knowledge! But who in their right mind would know all the accomplishments of mankind and how to get there?!