Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

At that time, perhaps I can relax a bit. After all, I am currently the only qualified heir of the Boreas family. Let James and Philip fight however they want, as long as it doesn't involve Hilfi, Alice, and the child in their arms.

As for Luo Qixi... if she's willing, I can gladly accept her. As for the two at home, I'll need to explain things slowly, but compared to the current situation, they shouldn't be too much of a problem.

Thinking of this, Rudius kicked his horse hard and finally arrived at the main residence of Darius's estate.

Darius was the prime minister, unlike the four great families of Grerath who all had vast estates in the capital. Even though Darius's own estate was quite large, it was still too much for him to afford, given his prime minister's salary. This estate, which was less than a quarter the size of the Boreas family's estate, was still unaffordable. It was likely that dozens more charges would be added after he was captured.

Rudius dismounted and looked behind him. The battle at the manor gate was still going on, and in his blurry vision, two figures were slowly approaching each other.

"I don't know how long Izuru can hold out, but the Water God probably won't kill Izuru."

He muttered to himself, gathered his magic in his hands, and walked into Darius's mansion.

Stepping into the mansion, the familiar three-story design evoked Rudius's memories of Dark City. However, this time the mansion was deserted, as if all the servants had been dismissed or moved elsewhere.

"Hey, Rudeus."

As Rudius stepped onto the second floor, he was stopped by a familiar, sharp voice. He looked down at the sofa in the living room and saw Darius leisurely drinking wine with his belly protruding.

"Lord Darius, you have quite the refined taste."

Rudius smiled and sat down on the sofa next to Darius. "You dismissed all the servants and women, but you're here waiting to die. Would you call that doing a good deed before you die?"

“I can’t escape. Asura is so big, but there’s nowhere for me to go. It’s a real pity. Maybe I should have thought of this day when I was involved in manipulating Prince Halfas’s coup.”

Darius downed the wine in his glass in one gulp. “But His Highness Gravel can never completely eradicate his own flesh and blood. It’s probably enough that my daughter Illyr and the child in her womb can continue to live peacefully without the influence of their father.”

"You've brought this upon yourself, Lord Darius."

Rudius picked up the wine bottle and poured the wine into Darius's glass. "For the sake of his daughter's convenience, he killed the only child left by Prince Gravel's deceased wife during the coup. Although the murderer's identity was complicated, his clansmen and even his teacher's identities were clearly recorded in the archives of the Hall of Surveillance."

"Has the Surveillance Hall become so powerful?"

Darius frowned in amazement. "Truly impressive. I was too careless."

"Why are you pretending to be confused at a time like this?"

Rudius smiled wryly, "I've only been the chief inspector for a short time, yet I've been able to find out these things. You've been prime minister for over a decade; it's impossible that you've overlooked such matters."

“Your Highness Gravel is different from other royal offspring.”

Darius, wriggling his fat rear, pulled a glass from under the table, filled it with wine, and handed it to Rudius, sighing, "In all my years of navigating the court, I've brought down one person after another who stood in his way. When Prince Gravel needed money, I was never stingy with cash. Even my daughter married him. Now that Prince Gravel's throne is basically secure, I've ended up being discarded like a spent bird."

"Rudeus, after I die, please bury my head beneath the palace wall outside the Silver Palace. I want to see it..."

The wine glass fell to the ground, and Yin Hong's wine soaked into the cracks of the floor tiles. Darius looked out the window at the already pitch-black sky and said, "Let's see how many more people like me will die at the hands of Prince Gravel."

What are you saying?

Rudius placed his wine glass on the table, straightened his back, and retorted, "You hold a large army, have countless followers throughout the court and the country, and are involved in the murder of Prince Gravel's own flesh and blood. If you live, your daughter and unborn grandson will never find peace. Only if you die can they live better."

“You are still too young, Rudius.”

Darius said earnestly, “Everyone knows why the courtiers pursued the prince’s legacy: to ensure that their contributions as subjects would be recognized after the prince ascended the throne. Prince Gravel should have delivered those rewards to me, but he didn’t. He wanted to kill me, plotting step by step. The net had already been laid out beyond anyone’s sight. By the time I discovered it, it was too late.”

"Lord Darius..."

As Rudius listened to Darius's words, a chill ran down his spine. Looking at Darius's obese, sickly, and weathered face, he suddenly realized that he might end up on the same path as Darius.

"Humph."

Darius saw right through Rudeus's worry and sneered, "You're afraid, Rudeus."

"Hahaha, if the prime minister is like this, will the four great families be far behind?"

Seeing Rudeus's worried expression, Darius threw his head back and laughed wildly. He took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, opened it, poured the purple liquid inside into his mouth, and after a while, he stopped breathing.

Darius died, not waiting for his trial, but sitting upright on the sofa, leaving this world in a relatively dignified manner.

Rudeus paused for a moment, staring at Darius's slowly growing cold and stiff corpse, seemingly lost in thought.

......

"Kill them!"

"kill!!!"

Rudius didn't know how long he sat there until the shouts of battle outside the window interrupted his thoughts. He got up and smashed the wine bottle. The remaining half bottle of wine turned into the shape of a blade before it even hit the ground.

He took the knife, cut off Darius's head, and walked out of the mansion expressionlessly.

Soldiers had already crowded outside the gate, their eyes filled with more greed than killing. In this magnificent manor, every single item was worth decades' income for an ordinary family.

Rudius casually tossed Darius's head to the centurion outside who was preparing to storm the main house, and said coldly, "You killed Darius."

Having said that, he walked toward the manor gate. When the soldiers saw Rudeus's cold face, they all made way for him, clearing a wide path for him.

At the end of the road, the water goddess Leda knelt on the ground, a long sword with a golden hilt stuck in her chest, supporting her body in this posture. Izuru lay on her side beside her, her head resting on Leda's knee, like a spoiled child.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and fine snowflakes fell from the sky.

Chapter 317: You Are Mine

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfic: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events [Chapter 317] You Are Mine

Chapter 317: You Are Mine

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A ray of morning sunlight streamed into the simple, clean room. The tiled floor was cool as water, and the snow outside the window piled up on the windowsill, forming small mounds that slowly melted in the sunlight.

"Um...Grandma..."

Izuru buried her head in the pillow with sleepy eyes, stretched out her arms and hugged the quilt tightly. Her loose long hair spread across the smooth, light yellow silk nightgown on her back. She murmured something, perhaps she had already woken up, but just didn't want to.

“Brother, uh no, Lord Rudeus.”

The familiar whispers of the maid inside the room reached Izuru's ears. She could vaguely sense that the people in the room had deliberately lowered their voices so as not to wake her.

"Lord Rudius, you've kept watch all night. Go and rest."

The voice was very familiar; it seemed to be Aisha. Rudius was also in the same room.

"It's alright, Aisha, you can go out now."

After the sound of footsteps heading out and the door closing, Izuru suddenly felt the warmth of the room when only the two of them remained.

"call...."

Rudeus sighed and said calmly, "If you keep sleeping, it will be lunchtime, Izoruti."

"Um....."

Upon hearing Rudeus's words, Izoruti slowly got out of bed, propped herself up on her arms and rolled over, leaning her back against the headboard. Ignoring the fact that her loose pajamas revealed half of her shoulder, she gazed at the scene in the room with hazy eyes.

The same oak wardrobe, the same woven clothes rack, the same white curtains that were changed the day before, and Rudius.

“Darius is dead, my brother’s revenge has been avenged, and my promise to you has been fulfilled.”

Rudius said.

"Hmm... I dreamt about... my master..."

Izuru confirmed Rudeus's words and pondered the scene in her mind. At that time, she seemed to have been continuously attacked by the Stripping Sword Realm used by the water goddess Leda and lost consciousness, just like a dream.

"Lady Leda has gone to a very, very far place."

Rudeus sat down expressionlessly on the edge of Izoruti's bed, his eyes fixed on the sunlight streaming through the glass window. "I reckon you won't see her again for a long time."

"Um....."

In a daze, Isorti recalled the scene of yesterday's battle and the last lesson of the water goddess Leda. "My master should have no regrets, right?"

At the moment she was closest to the water goddess Lyda, she seemed to hear Lyda's praise and see Lyda's smiling face, a smile squeezed out from her old, withered, and deeply lined face.

People experience all sorts of things in life, but time cannot be reversed, and mistakes cannot be undone. But they all become part of life, and we can only carry them on and move forward.

Looking at Rudeus's profile, Izoruti felt her mind go completely blank. Her chest tightened and ached, and a stinging sensation shot through her heart. However, she couldn't cry, and she remembered something else.

If we fulfill the remaining agreements today, perhaps the two of us will never have any further connection.

"Hey, Rudius."

She reached out and tugged at Rudius's shirt sleeve. "Can I pay you back the debt I owed you before, later...?"

"No."

Rudius said.

"Ok."

Izuru lowered her head, closed her eyes, and silently unbuttoned her pajamas one button at a time. Her face did not blush with shyness, and her shoulders trembled slightly, revealing her snow-white skin.

She took Rudius's hand and slowly placed it on her chest.

“I never said you should deliver your full sincerity in such a simple way, Izoruti.”

Rudius did not follow the force of Izuruti's wrist to touch her half-naked breasts. He withdrew his hand, turned his body, and began to look directly into Izuruti's eyes.

"Ha... what are you going to do...?"

Izuru looked at Rudeus's deep eyes, with dark circles faintly visible around them, and couldn't help but shrink back.

"Izuru, if I've received what you consider sincerity today, will there be any further contact between us?"

Rudius asked.

"What do I think?"

Izuru paused for a moment, then quietly replied, "Probably not."

"Okay, now I'll tell you all the sincerity I've shown."

Rudeus grasped Izuru's slender fingers and slowly moved them upward until he held her entire hand. "Become mine, Izuru."

"Eh?"

Izuru didn't quite understand what Rudius meant. She had previously thought that he was using her as a reward, but now she seemed to hear another layer of meaning.

"Become mine, Izoruti."

Rudius repeated.

"That's so unfair..."

Izuru looked surprised. Although Rudeus was saying such blunt things, there was no aggression in his eyes, only the unfathomable waves of the sea, as if they were about to engulf her.

"If you think that your body is all you have to offer in terms of sincerity, then you are being too superficial. I can do without your body, but I want your future."

Rudius said.

"You're in too much of a hurry..."

Izuru avoided Rudius's eyes and pulled her loose pajamas up tighter. "I'm not ready for that."

"So what are your plans for the future?"

Rudeus leaned forward, placing his hands on the wall, using his body to force Izzo into the angle between himself and the wall.

"I...I don't know...maybe I'll stay at the dojo."

Izoruti said.

"So you're saying you don't have any plans, right?"

Rudeus reached out his other hand and pinched Izuru's cheek, pulling her towards him. "Since you haven't made any plans for your future, then I'll help you. No matter what you've planned before, from today onwards, you're mine."

Izuru tried to resist, but her body seemed to be accepting Rudeus's actions. She did not refute him, and she was not sure whether Rudeus's statement was right or wrong. She was somewhat confused and seemed to be able to only follow the direction Rudeus was leading her in.

Suddenly, she felt her lips being blocked by something hot, and at the same time, her chest was squeezed so hard that she could hardly breathe. Gradually, her mind went blank, and her consciousness slowly drifted away. She closed her eyes until a hot liquid entered her body. The stiff pain felt very unfamiliar, but her body was trying its best to respond to it.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but she no longer felt anything else.

When she opened her eyes again, she was lying naked on an empty bed, her torn pajamas hanging messily at the head of the bed. The sun had already set in the west, leaving only a sliver of afterglow shining golden on the curtains.

"So I really... became Rudeus's person...?"

Finale

Chapter 318: Lend me a shoulder, Luo Qixi.

Even without a transfer event, I will live earnestly in this Mushoku Tensei fanfic [Chapter 318] Lend me a shoulder, Luo Qixi.

Chapter 318: Lend me a shoulder, Luo Qixi.

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Rudius dressed and left Izoruti's room. It was already evening. He hadn't slept for a day and a night since leaving Darius's mansion the night before.