The Migrating Bird, the Falling Star, and the Sorcerer

"There is a kind of bird that has no feet. It can only keep flying and flying. When it gets tired, it sleeps in the wind. Such a bird can land only once in its lifetime, and that is when it dies..."

From the moment Chris transmigrated to this world of swords and magic, fate swept him along without pause.

Why were the divine statues scattered across the continent secretly wanted by the Church?

Was the companion guiding him from the shadows someone who had transmigrated here before him?

Gradually, he realized he had been forced into the conflicts between the nations of another world, with no way to escape. Only death awaited him, and it seemed all of this was a script the gods had written long ago...

[Western fantasy, swords and magic, no System, mystery and deduction, everyday life, political intrigue, continental adventure]