Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

She said gently, "Boys shouldn't cry."

In comparison, I was really too much; when I was lying on Alice's lap, I didn't even think about Sylphie.

Even if a scumbag is reincarnated, he will still be a scumbag. I didn't properly consider Sylphie's position at all; I just treated her like a visual novel character and indulged in wishful thinking from the perspective of a "normie."

You want to build a harem all over the world? What a joke.

……

"Brother, it's alright, don't worry about it too much."

When I came to my senses, Aisha was leaning over the table, looking at me.

Paul, Janice, and Lilia, who were sitting next to me, also looked at me with concern.

Noren, however, looked at me with a gaze that seemed to express disdain.

Shouldn't I be looked down upon?

Someone like me deserves to die, right?

"How could Sister Hilfi like someone like that? It's really..."

Noren leaned back in his chair and gave me a disdainful look.

"Rudy, don't worry about it..."

Janice put her hand on my shoulder and let me lean against her.

It's impossible that I don't care about what Norren said. Yeah, how could Sylphie fall for a scumbag like me?

I am absolutely terrible.

"Brother, don't worry too much. This isn't the first time Sister Hilfi has done this. She'll get through it."

Aisha said, "This isn't the first time Hilfi has done this. How did she spend the last six months? While I was being all lovey-dovey with Alice, while I was enjoying Alice's lap pillow, how did Hilfi spend her time?"

Even so, Hilfi still acted like a normal person to prevent us from worrying about her. What right do I have to compare myself to her...?

"Aisha, why are you defending someone like that? He should just die!"

"Sister Norlen, please don't say that about my brother anymore."

Noren is right, someone like me should just die...

“Aisha, Noren is right…”

"Alright, alright, you two, stop talking."

Janice began to dissuade Noren, suggesting that it might be better to let her continue.

"I hate my brother! Sister Silphie has been waiting for him for five years! And yet he's still engaged to some rich girl!"

……

"Boom!"

What was that sound? It was coming from the second floor.

Sylphie!

I kicked the chair aside and ran upstairs. At the top of the stairs, I saw the girl with long, emerald-green hair lying there.

I picked her up; she was very light, probably due to the genetic characteristics of the long-eared tribe.

She probably heard the whole argument that happened on the first floor.

I should be honest and talk to her clearly. I wonder what she'll think.

I carried her back to the bedroom and covered her with a blanket.

Forget it, what right do I have to share a bedroom with Sylphie? She's already suffered enough after what happened, and then I brought her that kind of news.

What difference is there between someone like me and those perpetrators who stripped me naked, tied me up at the school gate, and stood there taking pictures and mocking me during my junior high school years?

I slowly moved away from the bedside and gently pushed open the door.

Sleep well, Silphie.

"Rudy..."

Hilufi?

"Rudy...no...don't leave me..."

Hilfi...

I sat back down on the edge of the bed and took her slender hand in mine.

Her hands were cold, unlike Alice's strong hands, as if they would break at the slightest touch, so I held them carefully.

Don't worry, Silphie, I will never leave you again, never.

……

Sylphie's perspective:

It was already dawn, and I felt completely weak. Did I have a fever?

No, if I get sick, I can heal myself with a silent healing spell.

It seems like I saw that horrific scene again yesterday.

It's been almost half a year since my parents passed away, but sometimes those images suddenly appear in my mind, sometimes unconsciously, and sometimes in my dreams.

My hand feels like it's being held, a warm sensation, but it also feels a little numb from the pressure...

Eh?

Rudy?

Why is Rudy by the bedside?

Did Rudy stay by my bedside all night?

But Rudy...

I heard last night that Rudy is engaged to Miss Alice.

Will he abandon me?

My parents have already left me, will Rudy leave me too?

Good morning, Silphie.

"Rudy...Rudy...Rudy, good morning."

Rudy, it's so close, what should I do? My back is about to give way while I'm lying in bed.

"Hilufi, your face is so red, do you have a fever?"

ah ah ah...

Rudy's hand touched my forehead...

what to do……

Such warm hands...

My face...

It's so hot...

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Home (Part Four)

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfiction - Even Without a Transfer Event, We Must Live Seriously [Chapter 29] Home (Part 4)

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Home (Part Four)

……

hiss……

My lower back is so sore.

It was already quite bright outside.

I only remember sitting by Hilfi's bed last night and falling asleep without realizing it.

I was lying on the edge of Silphie's bed, covered with a small blanket.

It smells sweet and fragrant, just like the smell of Shilufi.

I think I woke up once this morning, but I only vaguely remember touching Silphie's face or head. I can't remember anything else.

Huh, where's Sylphie?

Are you having breakfast?

I walked out of the room and downstairs.

Miss Lilia and Aisha were clearing the table, while Janice and Norren were trimming Janice's flowers by the window. Paul was not there; he was probably out patrolling the surrounding area of ​​the village.

Oh, I've already had breakfast.

"Um...where's Sylphie?"

Aisha and Lilia, who were wiping the table, stopped at the same time, but Aisha saw that Lilia was about to speak, so she continued wiping the table.

"Miss Hilfi and Master have gone out to visit Mr. and Mrs. Roltz's grave. The kitchen has left you bread and soup, young master."

"Did you go very early this morning?"

"Yes."

After Lilia finished speaking respectfully, she continued working.

At that moment, Janis pulled Norren over.

Like Janis, Norren had blond hair and cut a rather cute fringe on his forehead.

Although I didn't have a very good impression of little Norren, she was still too young to remember things when I left home, and she seemed to really like Sylphie. I know that Sylphie waited for me for five years, yet I was still engaged to Alice, which did disappoint Sylphie. So what she said to me last night was understandable.

Noren had her hands behind her back, looking rather unwilling. She glanced at Janice, then at me.

"I'm sorry, brother, I shouldn't have said those things to you yesterday."

So she came to apologize, but I don't think she was wrong about what she said last night, after all, someone like me is a scumbag...

“It’s alright, Norren. I really did feel bad for Sylphie.”

"Rudy... don't blame yourself too much, you're not responsible for anything."

Janice reached out and patted my head. After five years away, the height difference between Janice and me had gone from two heads to one head.

Moreover, Janice is almost thirty years old this year and is already a mother of two, but she still doesn't have many wrinkles on her face and looks like a young woman in her mid-twenties.

"If you dare to make Sister Sylphie sad, I will never forgive you, brother."

Noren stared at me intently, and I couldn't bear to make Sylphie sad.

Forget it, there's no use thinking about it anymore. It's more reasonable to just focus on the practical aspects.

"Um... Mother, where did Sylphie and Father go to sweep the graves?"

"It's right over where Silphi's old house used to be."

"Ok, I see."

……

After saying goodbye to Janis and Miss Lilia, I began to walk towards the "cemetery".

Because wearing the shoes given to him by Philip effectively strengthened his legs, he reduced his travel time by more than half.

Of course, it works for short-range operations in villages or towns, but it's not very effective for long distances.

After passing through fields of wheat and vegetables, I reached a place near the edge of the forest. I saw ruins, next to which were a cluster of small mounds, about eighteen or nineteen in total, with simple wooden planks used as tombstones in front of them.

A green-haired girl in a white dress is kneeling in front of a burial mound, praying with her hands clasped together.

Several bunches of basil flowers were placed in front of the grave.

Behind the girl stood a knight with a sword at his side, his head bowed as if in a gesture of respect.

……

After the prayer ended, the girl stood up, and the knight pulled a small bottle that looked like wine from his waist and poured it in front of the grave.