Jobless Reincarnation: The King with a Mental Problem

"Paul, are you sure you don't want to go see him?"

Senis stood by the window, her hand gripping the edge of her apron, her knuckles slightly white. Although she knew her children were very capable, she couldn't see what was happening at the village entrance, and she still felt a vague sense of worry for them.

"What are you looking at?" Paul sat with his legs crossed in his chair, holding a teacup in his hand, his expression feigning nonchalance. "Boys fighting, it's perfectly normal. Trevor's a smart kid, he won't get the short end of the stick."

"But they have over a dozen children... and Silphie is a girl!"

"What about Rudy?"

"Rudy is only three years old!"

"Isn't Miss Lokishi here too?" Paul gestured towards Lokishi, who was sitting in the corner.

Luo Qixi held her teacup, her expression subtle.

She did say something like, "I'll intervene if there's danger." But right now, she's more concerned about the children's safety—she knows Trevor's strength very well; a group of children can't possibly hurt him.

What she cares about is...

"I'll go take a look." Luo Qixi put down her teacup and stood up.

"I'm going too!" Senis immediately followed.

Paul looked at the empty living room, sighed, and stood up.

"Alright, alright, everyone go. But it's agreed, just watch and don't interfere. Boys should be able to handle things on their own."

He said this while walking faster than anyone else.

Three people crouched furtively behind a large tree, peeking out with their heads peeking out.

If the villagers were to witness this scene—the resident knight, the clinic doctor, and a beautiful blue-haired mage—crouching behind a tree watching a group of children fight, it would become the talk of the town for the next seven years.

"Trevor's over there!" Senis whispered, pointing to three small figures on the distant slope.

"Rudy's here too." Paul squinted. "As expected of my son! His presence is amazing!"

"Keep your voice down!" Luo Qixi put her index finger to her lips. "They'll hear you."

The three of them simultaneously pulled their heads back, like three startled owls.

After a while, they both peered out at the same time.

"They knelt?" Paul's eyes widened. "Those kids just knelt down?"

"Trevor hasn't even made a move yet..." Senis covered her mouth. "What's going on?"

Loki remained silent. Her gaze was fixed on Trevor.

The five-year-old boy stood on the slope, his hands behind his back, his back ramrod straight. Despite being such a tiny child, he possessed an inexplicable aura—as if he truly believed he was some kind of "king".

This kid... he's so shameless. I wish I could have been like that when I was a kid.

Then Trevor spoke up.

The voice that reached this point was not loud, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from the chest, carrying a power that would make even an adult's heart tremble.

Paul nearly dropped his teacup.

"This...this is my son?"

Senis covered her mouth, her eyes already red.

Luo Qixi didn't speak. Her eyes widened slightly, as if she were seeing this child for the first time.

Trevor continued his swearing.

Paul's lips twitched. He remembered what he was doing when he was five years old—probably rolling around in the mud or peeping at older girls taking a bath.

"This kid... is he really someone I can raise?"

Senis's tears finally fell. Not from sadness, but because—she heard the anger in Trevor's voice.

That anger wasn't for himself.

It was for that little girl with green hair.

Senis covered her mouth to stop herself from crying out loud.

But then came the king's thunderous speech.

Paul's eyebrow twitched.

Did he just swear?

"..." Senis wiped away her tears, "Go back and teach him."

"Why me?!"

"Because you can say that too."

"...Alright then."

Loki didn't participate in the couple's bickering. Her gaze never left Trevor.

"That child... didn't see 'the bullied green-haired girl,' but 'Silphiette' herself."

Something inside her was slightly burning.

"Sylphie! Go! Slap the person who bullied you twice!!!"

Senis gasped.

"Paul..."

"Don't look at me, I didn't expect him to come here either." Paul scratched his head. "But... it's fine this way."

"What's so good about it?"

"Let that child take revenge for his past grievances. No one else can do this for him."

Senis remained silent.

She watched the little girl with green hair sniffle, then walked up to each of the children who had bullied her, raised her little hand, and slapped them hard.

a bit.

Two times.

a bit.

Two times.

Each slap was light, but each slap carried an indescribable firmness.

Senis's tears welled up again.

"That child... must have suffered a lot."

Paul didn't say anything. He simply put his hand on Senis's shoulder and patted her gently.

As Luo Qixi watched Xilufei's retreating figure, she suddenly thought of herself.

Just because her hair occasionally turns green in the sunlight, she's no better off than a girl with green hair. She's been mocked, pointed at, and treated as a "monster from the demon race."

Back then, if someone stood in front of me like that...

He shook his head, dismissing the thought.

Now is not the time to think about this.

Trevor's voice rose again.

"Why don't you dare to resist my tyranny!"

"That child is so kind, why did you have to bully her!"

"You didn't even surrender because you realized your mistakes!"

"You surrendered because you were afraid of me!!!"

Paul's expression changed.

He had just thought it was just a children's farce, but Trevor's words made him realize that this five-year-old saw things more clearly than many adults.

But there's nothing we can do; it's plagiarized lines written by an older generation of artists from another world.

Fear is not admitting wrongdoing. Surrender is not repentance.

It's not about winning, it's about making those children truly understand where they went wrong.

Paul looked at the small figure on the slope and suddenly felt a little unfamiliar with it.

Senis had stopped crying. She simply crouched quietly behind the tree, watching Trevor with a proud, gentle smile on her lips.

Luo Qixi took a deep breath.

She had seen many geniuses. Magic schools were full of exceptionally gifted children who could unleash intermediate or even advanced magic at a young age.

But she had never seen a child like that before.

It wasn't because his magic was particularly powerful—although it was indeed very powerful.

It was because of his heart.

This child... will grow up to be a great person.

No, he's already on the path to greatness.

"They're gone." Paul watched the three siblings turn and leave, then breathed a sigh of relief. "Should we leave too?"

"Wait," Senis tugged at his sleeve, "Don't let them find out we're peeping."

Why?

"That Trevor kid... he'd be so embarrassed if he knew we were watching."

Paul thought about Trevor's face, which always pretended to be an adult, and wondered what expression he would make when he was exposed. He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Unlikely, that kid is very shameless."

Luo Qixi also smiled slightly, a rare occurrence.

In the end, the three of them quietly retreated from behind the tree, their movements so coordinated that they resembled special forces on a secret mission.

That evening, the atmosphere at the Greirat family's dinner table was exceptionally lively.

"Your mother, Loki, and I were hiding nearby, peeking in," Paul laughed, doubled over, "You actually managed to make all those kids cry, that's amazing! Hahahaha!"

"It wasn't from being scolded that she cried," I corrected earnestly. "It was from being disciplined that she cried."

Is there a difference?

"Of course there is. Scolding is for venting emotions, while education is..." Wang thought for a moment, "...making them understand where they went wrong."

Paul's gaze toward the king suddenly became somewhat complicated.

Trevor.

"Um?"

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

I was suddenly stumped by the question.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," Paul put down his fork, unusually serious, "have you thought about what you want to be when you grow up? A magician? A swordsman? Or... something else?"

Wang fell silent.

Wang had thought about it. Of course he had. The Great Transfer, rescuing Senis, hiding from the gods, teaming up with the Dragon God—these were all plans. But Paul wasn't asking about plans; he was asking, "What do you want to do?"

What do you want to do?

He looked at Paul—his nominal father, who, though unreliable, was never ambiguous on important matters.

He glanced at Senis again—who was putting food into his bowl, a silly grin on her face that said, "My son is amazing."

Then she glanced at Rudy—who was secretly staring at Loki's face, completely unaware of what he was eating.

"What do you want to do...?"

"I want to..." Trevor's voice was soft, "to protect the people I want to protect."

Paul paused for a moment.

Then he laughed, his eyes narrowing into slits.

"Alright," he said. "Then practice your swordsmanship diligently. Magic alone can't protect people."

"You don't understand, magic is the most powerful."

"I don't care what you say! Starting tomorrow, no more skipping swordplay class."

"……good."

"And you, Rudy!" Paul pointed at Rudy, who was peeking at Loki, "You have to practice tomorrow too!"

"Huh?! Me too?!"

"Of course! Not a single man in the Greirat family is unskilled in swordsmanship!"

Rudy's face fell.

I laughed with schadenfreude.

"It's a blessing to have jesters performing comedy next to you while you practice swordsmanship."

"Shut up!"

Senis watched the three men arguing and couldn't stop laughing.

Lilia walked in carrying the soup, saw this scene, and sighed.

But this time, she didn't give Wang that disrespectful look.

That night

Wang lay in bed but did not sleep.

There are less than seven years left, and then everything here will be gone.

What was once a "home" can become a nightmare for the survivors.

When Paul asked me what I really wanted to do, my desire to keep this happiness going was absolutely genuine.

My greatest asset is this inherent barrier; the next step is to further develop it.

In short, there's no time to mess around; I must hurry up and become stronger.

Only by losing something can one truly appreciate its value, and once regained, it will naturally be cherished even more.

Wang Zheng was afraid of losing it again, which is why he fell asleep with fear of the future.

Luo Qixi's Diary

Summer of the 410th year of the Kakuryong calendar.

Something very interesting happened today.

Trevor made all the children in the village cry.

It was like... how should I put it, it completely turned them inside out, making them realize how shameful their past actions were.

Trevor, that kid, always says he's some kind of Shadow King, and that he's going to conquer the world and stuff.

But everything he did was to protect the people around him.

Whether it's Hilfi, Rudy, or even the bully—he's making them better in his own way.

Perhaps he himself didn't even realize it.

Perhaps he felt this was simply "the king's responsibility."

but I know.

This child is much gentler than he thinks.

...Although his "kingly words" still give people goosebumps.

Now call me "Witch Sister".

Surprisingly, I wasn't embarrassed at all.

Am I sick too?

—Loki Migludia