Everyone Changes Class: Starting as the Deer-Hunting Champion

I was just a miserable office drone, working overtime without complaint. How on earth did I end up here? The Middle Ages? A lord? An island? At least I’m not the only unlucky one. Looks like the whole world really has been sent to the Middle Ages. Trampling the natives? Not a chance. They have magic! If we can’t beat them, we might as well join them. “I can negotiate too. I can also…”