Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

"Hurry up, hurry up! It's Ms. Hilfiet's class soon, and I don't want to be late for her class."

Just then, a "noise" reached Cliff's ears. It was two female students. He quickly ordered his valet to stop them, and Cliff himself got off the carriage, looking down at them and asking, "Who is this teacher you just mentioned, Ms. Hilfiet?"

"It's Teacher Silphiet Boreas Greirat!"

A girl puffed out her chest and proudly declared, "She's the most amazing magician in the entire Royal Academy!"

"Hehe~ Tell me, how amazing is she?"

Cliff joked.

He almost couldn't help but laugh when he heard the words "most powerful". In his opinion, the magicians he had seen in the past who were called "most powerful" only knew one or two advanced magic tricks. Even those who were slightly more powerful and could reach the threshold of Saint level needed the help of magic circles to release their magic tricks. Moreover, their other skills were at most at the beginner level.

"Hmph! Don't be scared if I tell you, Teacher Hilfiet is a Water Saint-level magician!"

The little girl said proudly.

"So what if he's a Water Saint? He might master one magic spell until he's seventy or eighty, but then neglect all the others. Our Highness, on the other hand, is a genius with all four elemental attack spells at the superior level—a once-in-a-century talent!"

The short male servant retorted.

Cliff raised his head, his eyes slightly closed, ready to receive the other's praise and admiration.

"Tch, your prince is far inferior to Teacher Hilfiet!"

The girl held her head high and said triumphantly, "Teacher Hilfiet is not only a Water Saint-level magician, but also a high-level magician in all four other elemental attack magics. More importantly, she can do them all without chanting!"

"What?! She must be lying to you. There's no such person in the world!"

Cliff, without giving a chance to argue, simply couldn't accept the girl's explanation and angrily roared, "Even if you're bragging, there's a limit! Humph, the Asuras are indeed arrogant and conceited."

"He's crazy, ignore him, we'll be late if we don't leave now."

Before Cliff could even process what was happening, the girl was pulled away by another girl who was with him.

After the two girls left, Cliff felt a little unsettled.

"Your Highness, please don't take it seriously. They must be saying this on purpose because they admire your genius."

The short male servant fawned, "That's just how Asura is; he's only jealous of our prince."

"Never mind, let's go take a look."

"Cliff said."

As he walked, Cliff had already pictured his teacher, Hilfiet, in his mind.

"She must have been a strict and harsh old noblewoman, otherwise she wouldn't have been so idolized by the students."

Cliff muttered to himself as he entered the classroom and found a seat at the back.

"What? Are they having their daughter or daughter-in-law substitute for them?"

When the school bell rang and a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl from the Long-eared Tribe entered the classroom, Cliff couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

"stand up!"

Hello, teacher!

"Please sit down."

……

"Teacher, I would like to ask if you are truly a Water Saint-level magician?"

Cliff's short valet was the first to speak. As soon as he finished speaking, all the students' eyes turned to him, Cliff, and another tall valet, and the entire classroom fell into dead silence.

"Swish! Swish swish! Swish swish swish!"

Faced with the sudden provocation, Hilfi narrowed her eyes slightly, and the once clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, with a strong wind blowing against the classroom windows.

Cliff and his two companions immediately fell silent.

"Oh dear, the weather in this capital is really strange. I wish it could stay sunny all the time."

Hilfi smiled.

As soon as she finished speaking, the sky outside the window immediately cleared up again.

"Are you... just kidding? If things had continued like that, wouldn't that have been a Water Saint-level magic [Cumbulous Cloud of Thunder]?!"

Looking at Silphie's sweet smile on the podium, Cliff couldn't help but start to think about what the female student had said.

"No chanting... Saint-level?"

……

Boreas Estate

……

"Huh? The weather was sunny just now, how come it turned cloudy so quickly?"

With that, Hilda pulled Alice toward the mansion.

As soon as I entered the mansion, the sky outside cleared up again.

"Madam, Miss, Miss Izoruti has arrived."

Chapter 268: The Eve of War

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfic: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events [Chapter 268] The Eve of War

Chapter 268: The Eve of War

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“Father, you are absolutely right. Ever since His Highness Gravel visited you last time and left, he has treated me just like we were on our wedding night. He talks about love and affection all the time, and he doesn’t let his daughter have a moment’s peace at night.”

Illyr nestled in Darius's arms, a happy smile spreading across his slightly chubby face.

"Then you should take advantage of His Highness's kindness to get pregnant with his child as soon as possible, do your job well, and be careful of bad people when you go out, especially the traitor Rob who is currently causing a great uproar throughout Asura."

Darius's face was devoid of a smile, and he spoke solemnly, as if issuing a naming order, "Listen, Illyr, you must conceive His Highness Gravel's child as soon as possible; it concerns the continuation of our family."

"Okay! I understand!"

Illyr gave his father an impatient nudge and got up to leave.

"Serve His Highness well normally, and don't keep coming back when you have nothing to do."

Darius only felt at ease returning home after watching his daughter board the carriage.

Clearly, Illyr didn't take Darius's words seriously. In fact, if it were anyone else, Darius would have been angry by now. But Darius was known for being a doting father, and his daughter was now a princess, with an extremely high status. Darius clearly understood who was the master and who was the servant.

"Your Highness, I've given you half of my fortune. Don't let me make a bad bet."

……

Milpotts Territory, wine city of Grip

……

Rudius stood on the city wall, watching the smoke billowing in the distance. The soldiers below the city had already completed their defensive fortifications. Although Rob claimed that the Milpotts territory had a standing army of 100,000 men, Rob could not actually mobilize that many vassals. Apart from the defense of other cities, he could only mobilize 30,000 men from outside the city to the wine city of Greppe.

He asked Rob beside him, "What do you think the chances of winning are?"

Rob held up two fingers and waved them in front of Rudius.

"Twenty percent?"

Rudius asked.

"It's two points."

Robert handed Rudius a glass of wine with a wry smile and said,

"One part advantage of location, one part advantage of people, and the remaining ninety-eight parts depend on luck."

"Although you say that, Rob, you sound like you're about to win a battle."

Rudius took the wine glass. He had been living in the wine city of Grip for more than half a month and had become quite familiar with Robert. His way of addressing Robert had changed from "Lord Robert" to "Mr. Robert" and finally to calling him by his name.

"Alas, my uncle once said that we should think about things in a positive light and be more optimistic."

Robert laughed.

“Master Shaolus is right. That night, the Northern Emperor Ober drugged Izoluti. I also thought about it in a positive light, which is why we had the opportunity to stand together and drink.”

Rudius joked about the "battle at the entrance" that Rob had orchestrated half a month ago while drinking and clinking glasses with Rob.

Rudeus may have joked and drunk with Rob like brothers, but he knew very well that Rob didn't fully trust him. The sealing spell on his wrist was a binding scroll with the same powerful binding force as the one in the Lanoa Palace.

The sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Rob's mithril armor, making the armor look dull in the sunlight. Torches were lit below the city, and five thousand knights had already assembled.

"Cough cough."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Rob walked to the high platform of the city wall and said loudly, "I am Rob Notos Grellat, a man who has been branded a traitor for a lamentable and unfounded reason, and you are my knights."

"Your knightly honor was bestowed upon you by me, by my father, by my grandfather. You are knights of the Nottos family. In the past, you swore to protect the Nottos family, to protect the descendants of the Nottos family, and to fight for the Nottos family. But from today onward, you will fight for yourselves and for your families!"

Upon hearing Rob's words, some knights began to feel puzzled, but before they could start to stir, Rob continued,

"Why do I say this? Because we are loyal to His Majesty the King, not to the First Prince, Gravel Binlifen Asra!"

"Since the Silver Palace Rebellion, His Majesty's health has declined. The First Prince, Gravel Binlifen Asra, has been using His Majesty's name to openly deprive us of our right to serve him. Gravel, along with the three noble families of Boreas, Zeferos, and Aiuros, covets Notos's wealth and wants to seize all the wine of the Milpotz territory for themselves, and to enslave the people of Milpotz. Their army is already on the border of Milpotz, and tomorrow Gravel Binlifen Asra's army will arrive outside the city. All of this is their unwarranted exploitation and plunder of everyone in Milpotz. From this moment on, you will no longer fight for the honor of the Notos family, no longer fight for the Milpotz territory, but for yourselves, for your families, for your parents, wives, and children!"

Robert drew his sword, its gleaming blade pointing at the bright moon in the night sky.

"I am also a father, and I will fight for my son alongside you, knights of the Nottos family. What you are protecting is not only honor, but also the precious things around you, the kindness of your parents who have raised you for so many years, and the wives and children beside you."

"Draw your swords! The knights of the Notos family will not allow soldiers from other families to trample on our territory and homeland!"

"Draw your swords! The knights of the Notos family will not allow invaders from other families to trample on our flesh and blood!"

"Draw your swords, knights of the Notos family!"

"Shhhhh!"

Five thousand knights below the city drew their swords together, and the fireworks and moonlight illuminated the dark night sky as if it were daytime.

Rudius stood behind Rob, watching the figure draw his sword in the moonlight, a ripple of emotion stirring within him.

"If I were a knight of the Notos family, I would have drawn my sword at this moment as well."

At this moment, Rob's image in his mind was incredibly lofty. Rudius seemed to suddenly see the gap between himself and Rob. Perhaps Rob chose to start the war for the sake of the baby in his arms.

But for the sake of his own children, Robert would rather go to war than surrender, while he hesitated and almost missed the opportunity to eliminate the obstacle.

"I'll give it my all for my child."

……

Boreas Mansion

……

For several days, the entire mansion fell silent after the news of Albert's death.

After arranging Albert's funeral, James immediately mobilized troops from his territory to the front lines. Hilda and Lady James both fell ill. Alice and Sylphie desperately tried to rescue Rudeus, but Alice, being pregnant, was persuaded to stop by Kyrie and Izorti. Sylphie, on the other hand, was stopped by the water god himself at the gates of Ars and forced to return to her mansion.

It was another dreary breakfast. Alice habitually clutched her lower abdomen and ate large mouthfuls of bread, even though she had no appetite at all. But for the sake of little Rudeus in her womb, she forced herself to eat.

"Ugh... I'm going to vomit!"

The silence was broken by Silphie's dry heaving, and everyone's eyes turned to her pale face.

"Sister Hilfi, please don't let anything happen to you..."

Noren looked at Silphie pitifully and took her hand.

Upon learning of Albert's death, Norren was surprisingly calm, seemingly not believing the news at all, and repeatedly emphasized to Hilda and Mrs. James, "Master Albert is not dead! That's all fake news!"

"Quick, quick, call a doctor!"

Alice yelled at the maid.

……

"Congratulations, Miss Hilfiet is two and a half months pregnant."

The doctor said to Sylphie with a smile.

Dynasty Wars

Chapter 269: The Battle of Grepsha (Part 1)

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfic: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events [Chapter 269] The Battle of Gripsha (Part 1)