Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

The knight then lifted the girl onto his horse, and the two rode away.

After they had gone some distance, I went to the grave, the grave of Roltz and his wife.

I knelt down and offered my respects to the deceased with the highest Japanese respect.

My biological parents in my past life never enjoyed this kind of treatment, and I've almost forgotten how to worship them; I can only vaguely imitate it.

Mr. and Mrs. Roltz, please entrust your daughter to me. I will never leave her and I will make sure she is happy.

"Rudy, I knew you would come."

Suddenly a hand was placed on my shoulder.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

I was terrified! I thought it was Mr. Roltz...

I was almost ready for the next reincarnation.

It turned out to be Paul. I was so scared that I crawled back seven or eight meters away.

Seeing Paul's malicious smile, I breathed a sigh of relief.

He then stood up and dusted himself off.

"Where is Silphie? I saw her with Father."

“I had the other guards in the village send her home.”

I glanced at Paul's smiling face and then looked around. I remembered these five families very clearly. They were all experienced hunters, including Roltz. They shouldn't be dealing with the monsters here like this.

"Oh, but what kind of monster could kill so many people? And these families are all hunters; they should be able to put up a fight."

Paul's expression immediately turned serious.

"It's a mutated Terminator Boar. To be honest, the magical energy accumulated in this forest shouldn't be enough to give birth to such a monster, but during my time as an adventurer, I personally witnessed instances of monsters devouring each other and mutating. Although it's rare, almost impossible to see, it did happen."

Monsters devour each other, and Digimon fuse and evolve? I've never heard Paul or Kyrie Irwin mention this before. Is he lying?

No, his expression didn't seem like he was lying.

"I see."

"Rudy, wanna have a match? You were quite the big talker before you left."

Paul suddenly rubbed his hands together, as if he was eager to try.

"This isn't a good place. Let's go home and talk about it."

Paul is a master of all three sword styles; I wonder if he has improved in the past five years.

I'm currently at the intermediate level of the Sword God style, and I basically have no hope of reaching the advanced level. It feels a bit difficult if I don't use some tricks. Although using swordsmanship and magic together might seem a bit underhanded, I think as long as I can win, I don't need to worry about so much.

……

Back in the yard, Paul and I got into position.

Hilfi stood at the door looking at me, and I seemed a little worried.

If Hilfi is watching, she hopes that even if she loses, she won't lose too badly. She can only hope that Paul will go easy on her.

"I'm going to go, Rudy!"

Paul charged forward in one stride, playing exactly the same way he did five years ago.

"mud!"

I quickly pressed my handprints into the ground, creating a huge swamp that surrounded the entire courtyard.

Eh?

what is that?

Paul used his hands and feet, sliding across the mud like a dog, and swooped down.

This posture seems to allow for faster movement on the mud.

I quickly stopped "Mud Swamp," and the ground in the yard returned to normal. Then I used a combination of wind and fire magic to create an explosion, which ejected me from the thick smoke and separated me from Paul.

As the smoke cleared, Paul was seen assuming a sword-drawing stance.

I think I've seen Kyrie Isaac used before.

"The Silent Katana!"

As soon as Paul finished speaking, everything went black before my eyes. In an instant, tinnitus filled my brain, and I could neither see nor hear anything. I lost consciousness.

……

Where is this? It looks like my bedroom.

It was still light out, but it was probably past noon.

As far as I remember, I was injured during practice with Paul, but I didn't feel any pain at all, so it's probably already healed.

My arm feels a little numb, like someone is pressing on it. It feels a little warm, but not heavy.

Hilufi?

The green-haired beauty was lying on top of me, her soft, slender hands stroking my face.

The scent of her hair filled my nostrils, but she seemed to be asleep, her breath occasionally blowing warm air onto my chest.

"Mmm~ Ugh~"

The little angel seemed to have woken up, stretched, but then pouted and fell asleep again.

"Rudy, my favorite..."

Chapter 30: Home (Part 5)

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfiction - Even Without a Transfer Event, We Must Live Seriously [Chapter 30] Home (Part 5)

Chapter 30: Home (Part 5)

……

"Rudy...likes it the most..."

……

The little angel is nestled in my arms, talking in her sleep.

Her sparring match with Paul must have worried her a lot.

That's terrible. If he still had a fighting chance five years ago, this time he was taken down by Paul without even having a chance to make a move.

Was that dog-like crawling posture and that "silent katana" something Paul learned new? Or did he already know it, but this time he was just playing seriously?

But then I realized something even more important: my little angel was lying in my arms, completely defenseless. If I didn't do something, would I still be a man?

I'm such a scumbag.

I slowly lowered my arms from Hilfi's back. Her back was very smooth, and even through her clothes, I could still feel that smoothness.

Sliding down, her buttocks were small and delicate, quite different from the chubby feeling of a certain young lady.

But I'd still give it a perfect score!

Wait, the fabric feels... it's not like lantern underwear anymore...

……

“Um…Rudy…”

Oh no, the little angel has woken up.

"Ah... I'm sorry... Sylphie..."

I quickly moved my hand away, and didn't dare to put it on her back anymore, so I just hung it a little higher up on her back.

"It's okay... if Rudy likes it..."

A blush rose on Hilfi's slightly pale face as she spoke in a weak voice.

Thump...thump...thump...thump...

Yes, that's my heartbeat; it's about to stop.

So far, I've only heard this phrase in adult games.

Then she buried her face in my chest, and I could feel it was a little damp through my clothes. Was she crying...?

"I thought... Rudy was going to be taken away again..."

"Huh? Sylphie?"

"However, it doesn't matter anymore."

She looked up, tears welling in her eyes, and smiled slightly at me.

She climbed off me, sat on the edge of the bed, swept her long, emerald-green hair behind her back, and then stood up to straighten the dress that had been wrinkled.

I was taken away? Was Sylphy having a nightmare?

"Um... Sylphie, I was taken away? That's..."

"That happened five years ago. Rudy was knocked unconscious by Uncle Paul back then, so he probably doesn't know about it."

Five years ago was the day I was taken to Roya.

"When Rudy was put into the carriage and taken away, I thought I would never see Rudy again."

Hilfi had her back to me, her voice slightly choked. For her, this might not have been a pleasant memory.

I stood up, wanting to hug her.

Do I still have the right to hold her? I'm such a scumbag; I was just groping her body a moment ago.

I wonder what she was feeling as she waited for me for five years.

"I'm sorry, Sylphie."

In the end, he stopped hugging her and could only manage to squeeze out, "I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Rudy already has a young lady, so he doesn't need me anymore."

Eh?

Her voice became even weaker; had she noticed that I had stopped?

Suddenly, she remembered that she knew about the engagement.

I'm such an idiot.

"squeak……"

She closed the door gently.

As I listened to her footsteps fading into the distance, I could only stand there dumbfounded in front of the door.

"すれviolationうeverydayが嗗えてゆくけれど

Although the number of days we pass each other by is increasing.

お mutual いの気hold ちはいつもlateral にいるよ

But that feeling between us is always there.

ふたり会えなくても平気だなんて

It doesn't matter if the two can't meet.

(Note: Lyrics from White Album)

It's like a stomach-churning song suddenly started playing in my ears, how fitting!

Yeah, I already have Alice, that's what Sylphie thinks...

Yeah, that's right. I, a complete scumbag, was already intoxicated by Alice's gentle embrace like a monkey in heat. When I was resting my head on Alice's lap and kissing her, I didn't consider the feelings of Sylphie, who was waiting for me.

What you mean by saying that marrying either of them would be no problem at all is just a case of delusional thinking from a porn star.

I even wanted to take advantage of Silphie's carelessness and fall asleep while she was looking after me, so I couldn't protect her. I'm such a scumbag.

She said I didn't need her anymore, which means she didn't want me anymore. Who would want a piece of trash like me...?

Sylphie is probably completely disappointed in me...