Jobless Reincarnation: The King with a Mental Problem

【after a while】

[Below the Fitoa Collar - The Amazing Giant Ball]

The Shadow Lord, unusually, wasn't staying indoors today. Instead, he went outside, set up a small campsite, and prepared for a barbecue. Sivarael was gathering ingredients, while the Shadow Lord was sprawled on a deck chair, gazing blankly at the sky.

Shivalier was quite shocked by this...

First of all, it should be made clear that although I spend a lot of time indoors, I am not a shut-in. It's just that there's nothing to do when I go out.

The Lord of Shadows recalled events from his previous life.

It was during a holiday, and Shadow Lord's original plan was to stay home and play games. However, he received a call from a friend inviting him to go out. When he asked what they wanted to play, the friend said he didn't know...

(The author hasn't played games since he started writing novels, it's been April (╥﹏╥))

Ugh......

In the sweltering summer heat, how can going out be as fun as staying home and playing games?

The large-scale relocation is about to begin, probably within the next day or two.

Not long ago, the Shadow Lord returned from Sharia and saw Aisha for the last time in a short period of time.

After the Great Transfer begins, heaven knows where I will be sent.

And for some reason, something like an intuition kept alerting me.

To prevent me from being sent to some dangerous place and having my magic drained, Alucard's magic cannot be consumed by the Great Transfer. He will be the one to protect me then.

While she was lost in thought, Shivalier had already prepared the ingredients.

Now it's my turn to perform.

The Shadow Lord stuck his bare feet up into the air and then sat up again.

Hey~~~ I just woke up from that nap~~~

As the old saying goes...

Heaven, heaven, every day~

The dragon was thirsty when it opened its eyes.

Lunlun stretches his arms and legs~

Brew a pot of water to moisten your lips~

The Shadow King twisted his body, speaking and making gestures as he went. After finishing his routine, he sat back down in his chair, intending to pour some tea.

As it turned out, Shivalier had already poured the tea...

Ugh......

Perhaps my performance was too exaggerated, leaving Shiva unsure of what to do...

She stood there awkwardly, her black wings folded behind her fluttering slightly. She fidgeted nervously with her fingers, then bowed deeply to the king in farewell...

No...it can't be that bad, can it?

"Wait...wait a minute..."

"Is there anything else, Lord Trevor?"

"No...it's nothing, it's just...would you like to eat something with me...or something like that...I'll cook it myself."

"What's going on? Why are you actually talking to me? Lord Trevor, have you finally realized that I need to eat too?"

"......"

This guy...

Although she was very polite, it seems she still has some reservations about how I treated her like a tool before...

"This can't be entirely blamed on me, can it?"

"So you're going to blame me?"

"Of course it's your fault, it's all because your service quality is too good."

"Sigh...that's politeness and good manners, unlike some people..."

"It's not that serious, is it...?"

This guy's service is ridiculously high-quality. I thought Lilia was already a superhuman, but she's even more amazing, like a robot...

He usually doesn't say a word and has almost no presence, probably because he's worried about disturbing the King and Per's thoughts.

But when needed, she can appear immediately, get things done, and handle a lot of trivial tasks every day without a single complaint...

So, treating her like a tireless robot, I gave her even more tasks, and she didn't resist, eventually exhausting her completely...

Actually, all I wanted to do was apologize to her, and also... thank her...

As a result, my foul mouth...

Let's just go straight for it...

"Alas... In any case... I'm sorry, I was wrong before, and... thank you for your help during this time..."

Shivalier did not respond immediately, and the strange mask on her face made it impossible for me to discern her expression.

But the atmosphere seemed to have improved slightly...

"You...so you do have some manners after all..."

She did sit opposite me, but she still looked very proper, completely unlike my casual demeanor.

They must have agreed to my proposal to ease tensions, and are now waiting for me to start cooking.

So the Shadow King started an outdoor barbecue.

Let's find some other topics to talk about.

"...There's something I've always wanted to ask you."

"What is it?"

Why do you all have to wear masks?

"..."

Shivalier did not answer.

Per's twelve familiars all have blond hair and wear almost identical white uniforms, differing only in their various masks and hairstyles.

Moreover, the names of these familiars are all very difficult to remember...

All I can remember now are Almanfie, whom I had more contact with, and Shivari, whose large wings I can spot at a glance...

"Could it be... because Per thinks it's cool?"

"..."

Shivalier still didn't answer...

Let's change the subject...

"Never mind, it's not important."

The moment I uttered those words, I could feel Shivaril breathe a sigh of relief.

Ok?

This is very important now!

"The important thing is, what do you think of this mask? Any ideas? Isn't it cool?"

She still had that poker face, but I could sense that she was about to break down.

I, too, will have to work even harder next time!

"Is it because Per isn't good at character creation? After all, apart from you, all the other elves are created by Per. It would be very difficult to create 11 different faces that are handsome in their own way."

Are they ugly under their masks?

Do not......

Per's aesthetic sense is quite high...

Could it be that they all have the same face?

That's why they differentiated the hairstyles and masks?

Is that right?

Was it designed by Per?

To fit the characteristics of your Celestial race?

While I find your mask quite unique, I certainly wouldn't call it pretty.

Doesn't that huge, beak-like nose get in the way when you eat?

Perhaps the other familiars are artificial spirits, so they don't care about these things, but I'd like to know what you think?

"Is it because Per wanted to make sure there were twelve masked familiars, so they would look uniform and professional, that you had to wear this...?"

"Enough! You...don't ask anymore..."

The Shadow Lord's speech was forcibly interrupted...

Actually, as I was speaking, I heard the familiar sound of toes scratching the soles of boots.

Kuhehe~~~

"Sigh... I take back what I said before, you really have no manners..."

Having said this, Shivalier completely abandoned her poker face and, like the king, slumped into her chair.

"I just wanted to lighten the mood."

"Come on, that's just a twisted sense of humor..."

"That's just something I did incidentally."

"Sigh... I'll grant your wish then. I really was dragged into this..."