It was supposed to be your typical game-like fantasy world story. As a reincarnator who read countless novels in the genre, Willow thought she had it all figured out. Become a White Mage, get pampered by the party, and rake in the dough—the perfect plan!
Too bad Willow proved too good at her job.
Conscripted into the Support Corps where the Guild chooses who she parties with, she must break her back evading every death flag known to man while preserving the lives of the dumbest bands of screw-ups to walk the Nine Kingdoms.
"Willow! Thank goodness you're here! Can I borrow 2000 gald? I'll pay you back, I promise!"
"A-ahem! May I borrow your clothes again, young Willow? The slimes melted everything I had left..."
"Wear more armor? Nonsense, Willow. It will only slow me down. Very little could pierce my aura—!"
"Willow, please be a dear and guard the door while I fix up my hair and...work things out. D-Don't look at me like that! I have a reputation as a Saintess to keep!"
Sometimes, Willow wondered if its not too late to reincarnate elsewhere.
