Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

Although she was arranged to marry him at the time.

But I truly love him too.

He can remain calm at any time, and no matter what happens, I feel like I can rely on him.

He was always smiling.

“Honey, you have so many things to deal with every day, it must be very tiring, but you always have to force a smile. I will share your burden even if you complain a little.”

“I can’t bring those feelings home, Hilda. Since I love you, I can’t let it affect you like that. I’d much rather see you smiling happily every day.”

The men in the Greirat family all seem to be very good at flirting.

Although these are just sweet nothings, and I don't know how long Philip can keep them up, I'd rather believe they're forever.

Until the day her first son was born.

Although Philip had told me long ago that if I were a boy, my brother James would adopt me.

I didn't even see him once, and I didn't get to drink a drop of breast milk before I was taken away.

But my first thought was that I felt sorry for Philip, for not being able to have a child that I could have raised by his side.

Later, I kept having nightmares about a little boy with red hair calling out, "Mommy, Mommy."

During those days, Philip's face was stiff; although he was smiling, his smile was terrifying.

My fist has been clenched, just like today.

Sometimes, having a son becomes something you desperately don't want to happen.

I completely broke down when I gave birth to another boy.

Watching Philip hand the child over to his brother.

I yelled at Philip and pounded on him with all my might.

"Why can't you keep your son!"

His smile was very natural.

Hilda, you need to learn to adapt.

Has he adapted yet?

He has bigger plans.

Then Alice was born, and I was finally able to have a child who could stay by my side.

From the age of three, Philip provided Alice with a gifted education. Although Alice was unruly and mischievous due to her grandfather's influence from a young age, Philip never gave up hope.

When hope seemed to be fading, Rudius appeared.

I dislike Rudius.

I know Paul's life story. What kind of successful son could such a dissolute playboy have?

Moreover, why should someone else's son be taken away while someone else's son can act with impunity in their own home?

Undeniably, Rudeus truly helped Alice grow a lot. From that time on, I have been genuinely grateful to Rudeus.

That day in bed, before going to sleep, Philip told me that he saw hope in Rudius.

Perhaps no one could accept Alice, except Rudeus.

If the two of them could enter into a marriage contract, Philip, given his abilities, would have a chance to reclaim the Bereas family.

I want my future son to stay by my side.

At least Alice won't have to go through what I did.

Because Philip was more talented than his brother.

Therefore, he can use Rudius to rise to power; he is confident.

To this day, in war simulations, he and his brother have reached a draw.

That expression appeared again.

Chapter 18: Two Years: Special Edition

Chapter 18: Two Years (Part 7) [Special Edition]

Lord Sauros fell ill almost overnight.

The old man lay on the bed, his usually ruddy and stern face now pale and weak. Perhaps he no longer had the strength to keep his skin taut, as it felt quite loose.

Dark spots have appeared at the corners of his eyes. Although he is still breathing, he may not live much longer.

Alice gripped my hand tightly; though she appeared calm, her hand was trembling.

There were still traces of drool left on her lips from last night's sleep, and upon closer inspection, there were also some dandruff and eye discharge on her face.

Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her messy red hair was unkempt and draped haphazardly over her back.

……

Upon hearing that something had happened to Sauros, Alice threw on any clothes and rushed over.

When I entered the room after hearing the news, she was only wearing a long dress, without even shoes or socks.

The doctor shook his head and walked past me.

"Rudeus! Quickly use healing magic to save grandpa!"

Alice yelled at me after hearing my footsteps.

I was immediately terrified, and even stumbled. I finally scrambled to Shoros's bedside.

I put my hand on Sauros.

"The power of divinity..."

"It's...it's no use..."

I think I heard Shoros speaking; his mouth was half-open, as if he was using all his strength to say something.

Wait a moment, I'll heal you right away, just wait until I finish chanting!

"The fragrant sustenance of divine power, bestowed..."

"Magic can't cure me... I... I..."

Wait until I finish chanting, don't interrupt me!

You have to hold on!

Lord Sauros!

Please stop talking!

"The sweet grass of divine power, grant the strength to those who have lost their power to rise again—[Healing]."

Huh? It didn't work.

Magic can't cure him.

"I...I...my time is up..."

Is his time coming?

Impossible. Sauros is only in his fifties, and he easily knocked his two sons away yesterday.

"Please stop talking!"

I accidentally blurted out what was on my mind, but I can't worry about that now, I have to use it on him again!

"The sweet sustenance of divine power, grant the strength to those who have lost their power to rise again—[Healing]!"

"[Healing]!"

"[Healing]!"

How could this be...?

It still didn't work...

Is healing magic useless against someone nearing the end of their life...?

I didn't know how to face Alice, but I could only look at her pathetically and say, "I'm sorry..."

"Even magic can't save Grandpa?! Rudeus!"

Alice roared, tears and snot streaming down her face, but all I could do was apologize to her.

"Sorry……"

"Rudeus, you can do everything! Why couldn't you save Grandpa!"

"Sorry……"

I lowered my head, no longer daring to look Alice in the eye. Her gaze seemed to want to kill me, even more terrifying than the one I had when we first met.

"You must have deliberately refused to save Grandpa! You're angry and retaliating because I always hit you!"

She grabbed me by the collar and sprayed her anger and spit directly onto my face.

"I'm not a healing sorcerer! Don't blame it all on me!"

Without thinking, those words slipped out. I can understand her feelings; Alice is still a child, and it's understandable that she speaks without thinking. But why did I have to say something like that?

"I'm...I'm sorry..."

"Please, Rudius...please...save Grandpa, I...I'll never hit you again..."

Alice was crying uncontrollably. She grabbed my hands with both of them and lay on the ground, begging me...

But I really can't save Sauros.

"..."

"Sorry……"

After a moment of silence, all I could say was "I'm sorry."

"Well!"

Alice suddenly stood up and punched me, knocking me to the ground.

Before the pain on my face had subsided, I felt something pressing down on me.

Unable to move, both arms were pinned down by her knees.

Tears, snot, and sweat slammed into my face along with fists as hard as iron hammers.

"enough!"

……

That was the voice of Gilead.

I slowly opened my eyes. Alice was kneeling on me, one hand gripping my collar, while the other hand was being held tightly by a strong arm.

"Waaaaaahhhhhh!...Waaaaah!"

Alice could no longer contain her emotions and was kneeling on me, wailing loudly.

Kyrie Irvine placed his hand on her shoulder, clumsily but it was indeed a way to ease her tension.

That's when I noticed Hilda and Lady James were already sitting to one side, wiping away tears with handkerchiefs. Perhaps they were too preoccupied to stop Alice and me, or perhaps they had just come in with Gilead. Although I didn't know if their tears were real or not, they subtly influenced the atmosphere of the entire room.

Should I cry with them?

I don't know how to feel about this situation.

Because when my own parents passed away, I was still masturbating in my bedroom looking at pictures of young girls. It happened during family meetings with my siblings after their deaths, and also at their funeral.

During those times, I stayed in my bedroom, venting my empty desires.

As a scumbag, I have no idea how I should feel about the death of a loved one.

Even if Sholos were still alive, the atmosphere now wouldn't be much worse than when he actually died.

However, the two people who should have been inside were not there.

Where did those two filial sons go?

Could it be that he realized brothers should get along well, so he went to that kind of place to mend their relationship?