Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

“Your Highness Gravel, Your Highness Halfas, His Majesty wishes to see you both.”

The two princes looked at each other, and Halphas took a step back, bowed respectfully, and said:

"Brother, please go first."

Gravel patted Halfas on the shoulder and they went into the room one after the other.

Scattered papers covered the red velvet quilt woven with gold thread. The king, supported by his maid, leaned against the silver-threaded pillow by the bedside. Wrinkles were etched on his face like mountain ravines, and his hair at his temples was as white as snow. The room was filled with the heavy scent of burning incense, but it could not mask a foul stench.

Gravel immediately knelt before the king's window, bursting into tears.

"Father! You work so hard every day, it will harm your health!"

"It's alright, it's alright."

The king listlessly put down the documents in his hand, turned to look at Halphas, and angrily rebuked him:

"Halfas, how dare you come to see me? Get out!"

"..."

Halfas lowered his head sullenly and retreated step by step towards the outside.

"Father, Halphas has realized his mistake, please forgive him! Besides, you work so hard day and night, and Halphas is trying to share your burdens!"

Gravel turned to look at Halphas, who quickly understood Gravel's meaning and hurriedly crawled to the king's bedside, crying, "Father, please allow your son to stay by your side and take care of you!"

The king raised his hand to stroke Gravel's head, his eyes fixed on Halphas, his expression softening, but his tone remained cold.

"What else do I need to say to you?"

The king's words revealed his disappointment and frustration, which Halphas immediately understood. However, as a son, his childhood reverence for his father and his fear of him after making a mistake left him speechless.

Gravel intervened, saying, "Father, my wedding is approaching, and the stability of the capital is of paramount importance. Therefore, I humbly request that you entrust the important task of commanding the royal guards and maintaining the stability of the capital to Halphas, giving him a chance to redeem himself."

Halfas jerked his head up, hardly believing his ears. To be in charge of the royal guards during major events like celebrations and weddings—that was essentially gaining military power for a short period. It was a task that would never be entrusted to someone without absolute trust.

He had almost lost all hope of becoming king.

The previous scandal involving the trafficking of children to become actors at Sal Yerosnek's theater was orchestrated by Gravel against Ariel, but the Yerosnek family avoided involvement to prevent Halfas from being implicated.

But one problem after another arose. Having lost Lilith and his support, Halfas, addicted to sex, resorted to having sex with pregnant women and then murdering and disposing of their bodies to vent his frustrations.

But the truth cannot be hidden forever. Halfas knew very well that if Gravel had not pleaded with the king, his situation would have been uncertain.

Today, Gravel has once again extended an olive branch to him, an opportunity that no one would refuse.

Halfas accepted this "favor" from his elder brother.

"Father! Your son is willing to make amends for his mistakes! I humbly beg you to grant me another chance!"

The king nodded slightly in acquiescence, then gently waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

After leaving the royal court, Halphas boarded Gravel's carriage.

"Brother, there's something I don't understand..."

Halfas had his head down, his arms resting on his knees, and his hands clasped together.

"Why did you push such an important task onto me..."

Gravel laughed:

"Because you are my only brother, rather than giving the throne to that little girl Ariel, it's better for the two of us to fight for it. In other words, only you are qualified to compete with me for the throne, so before I get rid of Ariel, I, as your older brother, don't want you to be eliminated first."

"Thank you so much, brother."

Halfas stepped down from the carriage with a wry smile, his figure gradually disappearing into the silver-gray palace.

……

Roja Boreas Mansion

……

Hilda picked up a cup of black tea, brought it to her lips, and took a sip. A few drops of hot tea fell onto the lush, snow-white soil.

“Mr. Paul, this is an order from the Silver Palace: anyone who dares to spread rumors about Prince Halfas will be imprisoned.”

"It's laughable that someone would dare to do such a beastly thing and then be afraid of what others say."

Paul stood up and drank the black tea on the table in one gulp, his face full of disdain, his eyes darting back and forth over the tea on the "snowy ground".

"Those nobles in the capital are disgusting, like shit."

“This matter has basically been suppressed in the capital. Not many people outside know about it, but the dignity of the royal family must be respected to some extent. Mr. Paul, just do as you’ve thought it through. Besides, don’t you think this is another opportunity to clear up the scandal?” Hilda added.

Paul's gaze slowly shifted to the huge ravine in Hilda's "snowy field," and he quickly understood what Hilda meant. "Scandal? You mean, about Rudy?"

"The rumors about Rudius and that young lady from the Aiolos family are something no one wants to hear about anymore. We're not the only ones who received this secret order. Mr. Paul, you're a smart man; you know what to do."

"I...I know."

Having said that, Paul stood up to leave, saying, "If there's nothing else, I'll..."

"Wait a minute, Mr. Paul, your second daughter is doing very well at school, in a few days..."

Don't even think about it!

Chapter 191: The Same Pain Everyone Shares

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfic: Live Seriously Even Without a Transfer Event [Chapter 191] The Same Pain Everyone Shares

Chapter 191: The Same Pain Everyone Shares

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Halphas returned to the mansion, but the vast mansion was pitch black, and there was no sign of the maids or servants. No matter how he called out, no one answered.

Suddenly a dark figure flashed into the corridor, and Halphas drew his sword and gave chase.

"Who's there?!"

Finally, the shadowy figure stopped in front of the study. Halfas stepped forward and saw a man with a small mustache and graying temples, who looked like a butler, respectfully pulling the door bolt. Two long swords at his waist emanated an ominous aura.

"I am very sorry to have startled Your Highness Halfas. My master has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Who are you? And who is your master?!"

Halfas's voice trembled, and sweat dripped from his forehead down his cheeks and neck.

"I'm asking you a question! Answer me now!"

The man opened the door, and Halfas looked inside. He immediately recognized the man sitting on the sofa in the study as Philip Boreas Grerat, the lord of the Fituia territory.

"You are... Philip Boreas Greirat?"

He entered the room and walked up to Philip.

Philip rose to offer his seat and bowed, saying, "Your Highness Halfas, I, Philip Boreas Grerat, have important matters to discuss with you. In order to avoid being seen, I have had to use extraordinary means to enter the mansion. I ask for your understanding, Your Highness."

Swish!

Halfas held the sword to Philip's neck, his face as cold as ice.

"So this must be something very important, right?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Seeing Philip's respectful attitude, Halfas breathed a sigh of relief, sheathed his sword at his waist, and relaxed on the sofa.

Philip naturally sat down on the other side and said:

"If I'm not mistaken, His Majesty has probably already entrusted His Highness with the important task of commanding the Imperial Guards and stabilizing the capital during His Highness Gravel's wedding, right?"

"How did you know?"

“Silly question. I already knew when Your Highness stepped out of Prince Gravel’s carriage,” Philip said with a squinting smile.

Albert hesitated for a moment, then said:

"That's right. If you can sneak into my place without anyone noticing, I wouldn't be surprised if you knew anything else."

Philip leaned back relaxed and winked at the man dressed as a butler by the door. Eight grotesque human heads were then thrown into the house.

"Speaking of which, I also took the opportunity to clean up the servants at Your Highness's residence. Since the commotion was quite large, I also got rid of the people in the way."

"You, Philip! You dare kill my servant! Why don't you just take my head too!"

Upon seeing the eight heads, Halfas immediately jumped up from the sofa and pressed his sword against Philip's neck.

"Your Highness, please calm down."

Philip slowly deflected the sword with two fingers and gestured for his men, who were standing guard with their swords drawn, to leave the room.

"Your Highness, please stop hiding it. You know their background much better than I do."

That's what they say...

Halfas sighed.

Philip narrowed his eyes to slits. "Your Highness could have easily cleared them all out, but Your Highness didn't dare, because Your Highness lacks the power."

"You figured it out."

Halfas smiled wryly and sheathed his sword. "Lord Philip, I think I understand what you mean."

"Your Highness, why did you become king?"

"In order to find out who was behind my mother's murder..."

Hearing the sincerity in Halfas's words, Philip sneered:

"Your Highness isn't telling the truth. You probably already know perfectly well who was behind the Princess's drowning incident a few years ago."

After speaking, Philip lowered his head, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully:

"Your Highness desires the throne most of all, and also seeks revenge for your deceased mother, but Your Highness has neither the opportunity nor the strength. However, now Your Highness's opportunity has arrived, and I will serve as Your Highness's sword."

"But... Sir Philip, you should know my current situation."

"Your Highness is no different from a dead man now."

"That's really going too far, but it's true." Halfas said with a bitter expression. "If that's the case, then why did you help me?"

"Because my situation is just like His Highness Halfas's. My only gamble to seize the Boreas family has been taken by Lilith Aiuros Grerat. His Highness Halfas still has a glimmer of hope, but the opportunity will be fleeting. I can only rely on His Highness, and His Highness can only seize the last chance by cooperating with me."

Philip did not state it directly, but Halphas understood his meaning perfectly: during the celebrations and wedding feast, he would lead the royal guards to force the abdication of the king by force, kill Gravel and Ariel, and make him abdicate. This was the only chance.

Halphas wasn't going to play dumb: "You mean... I have to attend my brother's wedding..."

"Your Highness is indeed exceptionally intelligent."

"No, Father and Elder Brother..."

Philip, disregarding Halfas's momentary hesitation, stated directly:

“Your Highness should have no reason to refuse. Right now, what His Highness desires most is to bring Your Highness under his command, to lend a helping hand when Your Highness is almost in despair, to entrust you with important responsibilities, and to bestow small favors upon Your Highness…”

Halfas abruptly stood up from his seat, interrupting Philip.

"No means no! If I do that, do you want me to be branded a traitor and have millions of Asura's people gossip about me for the rest of my life?"

"Your Highness..."

"Enough, Lord Philip. Thank you for your kindness, but I cannot do that. You should leave now, and I will pretend you were never here."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I shall take my leave."

After saying that, Philip got up and walked towards the door.

“Wait a minute,” Halfas called to Philip. “Three or four years ago, Lord James came to me looking for Lilith and asked her some questions, but I can’t remember them. That’s all.”

[Note: Refer to Chapter Seventeen]

“No wonder my brother was able to win…” Philip muttered to himself for a moment, then said respectfully:

"Thank you, Your Highness."

After speaking, Philip closed the door and left.

Inside the carriage, a man who appeared to be a steward asked, "Master, His Highness Halfas has refused. What should we do next?"

"No, His Highness Halfas has agreed. He will contact us himself after some time. He didn't say it now, simply because he felt he didn't have enough leverage."

Philip opened his eyes and looked out the car window. Hundreds of people dressed in magnificent white monks' robes formed a long procession, dozens of meters long, and marched toward the Silver Palace. The banner of Milis was raised high at the head of the procession as they stepped through the first palace gate.

Chapter 192: The pain of living in harmony