Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

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"Your Majesty, the Northern Three Territories have been plagued by frequent riots in recent years. Moreover, according to the Shinsengumi's investigation, the Northern Three Territories have been illegally mining in the Demon Continent via Oni Island Port without reporting it."

The emperor waved his hand, signaling his ministers to leave, and sighed, "Even without Siegfried's faction causing trouble in the north, the north is still a thorn in my side..."

In the empty royal chamber, the emperor lifted the beaded curtain behind the throne, revealing a skeletal, blue-haired woman lying on a bed adorned with gold.

"My dear grandmother, please tell me, what would my late grandfather, Lord Rudeus, have done?"

The emperor asked.

"Rudy... Rudy..."

The blue-haired woman's lips trembled as she spoke with difficulty, "Rudy... at your age... would have killed them all..."

"I understand, my late grandmother."

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Sequel: Jade trees and coral branches form a misty canopy

In the year 520 of the Ankylion calendar, spring in the royal capital of Ars was warmer than usual. A gentle breeze rustled the willows along the riverbank. A boy with short brown hair and slightly upturned, unremarkable but distinctive pointed ears was, as usual, reading magic spells passed down from a hundred years ago in his garden. These spells had nothing to do with the "advancement" exams of the Asura Empire.

His name is Charlie Notos Grellat, and he is about fifteen or sixteen years old. These magic spells may have been very popular in his great-grandfather Robin Notos Grellat's generation, but now almost no one in the Asura Empire knows them.

"Young master, young master, the master is calling you."

Hearing his servant waving in their direction from afar, Charlie spat, dejectedly dropped the book in his hand, and took a few steps away. But then, as if remembering something, he picked up the book and put it in his pocket.

"Young master, please give me that book. The master will scold you again if he sees it." The servant scratched his head and said.

“You better hide this well, it’s really useful.” Charlie handed the book to the servant and began to complain: “Why did my damned great-grandfather come up with this useless examination system? It’s made it so that no one in our family has passed it yet.”

“My lord, could you please say less?” The servant took the magic book and then complained to Charlie, “You might be fine if others find out you said such treasonous things, but I’m the one who’s going to suffer standing next to you.”

Seeing that Charlie had stopped speaking, the servant added, "But young master, don't worry. Even if no one from our Notos family has ever passed the exams in generations, we are still an old noble family. Besides, our great-grandmother was from the same lineage as the current emperor, so you'll definitely get your share. But the master is probably angry because it's not good for you to not pass the exams."

After passing through several courtyards, they entered the castle. Attendants waited outside the door, and soon the sound of Charlie's father reprimanding Charlie could be heard from inside the room.

The reprimands were nothing more than Charlie being distracted by his hobbies and not focusing on studying for the "advancement exam" to bring honor to his family. But Charlie couldn't understand why his great-grandmother, Lucy Boreas Greirat, was the biological daughter of the legendary "Emperor's Butcher," Rudius Boreas Greirat, and his great-grandfather, Robin Notos Greirat, was the lord of Black Dragon Ridge among the Four Ridges of the Dragon King. Moreover, it was his great-grandfather who had made great contributions to the Asura Empire's conquest of the Four Ridges of the Dragon King. So why was it that in his generation, despite still being well-off, he was forced to study legal classics and political strategies all day long, especially that headache-inducing magic and electromagnetic theory, all for the sake of taking the "advancement exam"?

As a young master who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, he never experienced the helplessness of moving his entire family from Wanglong Four Ridges back to the capital after Robin Notos Grellat's untimely death, nor did he experience the "admission exam" where no one except the confidants of the Boreas family could pass the exam, nor did he experience the helplessness of his father, the head of the Notos family, after his grandmother Lucy's death, when four generations of his family, dozens of people, could only survive by living off the family property and the charity of his great-uncle Sieghart.

In Charlie's eyes, as far back as he could remember, the Notos family was one of the four great noble families in the capital besides Boreas. Leaving aside the old noble families like Zephyrus and Aiuros who had already fallen into decline, families like Hyperion, which were once a collateral branch of Boreas and only rose to the status of a high-ranking noble family because of royal favors, were even worse off than beggars.

What he didn't know was that although Notos, Zeferos, and Aiuros were historically on par with the current Royal Boreas, the former no longer had any land to support them. And since the death of the previous emperor Ars, the several emperors from the Boreas family had already purged the former nobles from the political core.

Since the death of Robin Notos Grellat, four generations of the Notos family have not held official positions in the court. Having been away from the political core for decades, the so-called founding nobles of the Notos family are now nothing more than old landowners with more estates around the capital.

But like Charles, or like the Notos family, all the upper-class nobles in the capital, except for the currently powerful Hyperion, were dreaming of becoming noble families.

A month later, the entrance exams were over, and as expected, Charlie failed that year. On that day, Fitz Boreas Grellatt, Charlie's great-granddaughter and childhood sweetheart, came to comfort him.

"Look, I heard that some big idiot failed the exam again this year?" Fitz's long ears twitched slightly, and his long green hair fluttered in the wind with a faint smile.

Fitz is considered the descendant who most resembles his ancestor, Hilfiet Boreas Grellat, except for a beauty mark under his right eye.

"Tch, did you come here specifically to make fun of me?"

Charlie gently tugged at Fitz's long ear and whispered, "Reading that stuff is useless, magic is much more practical. I'll show you this, but don't tell anyone..."

As he spoke, Charlie opened his palm, and a small water ball condensed in his hand in a short while.

"Wow!"

Fitz covered his mouth in surprise, his eyes fixed on the water sphere that had condensed in Charlie's palm.

Although the water ball was not large, this technique, which is called magic, is almost unseen by anyone anymore.

"I...I think I only saw my great-grandfather demonstrate it once when I was a child..."

In Fitz's memory, Sieghart had performed a massive water magic trick to amuse her when she was very young. However, her grandfather and father did not serve as military commanders like Sieghart, nor did anyone inherit his mantle. This was because the Asura Empire had already occupied the entire central continent, and its decisive lead over the Holy Kingdom of Milis no longer required purely military expansion. With the deployment of magical firearms in the army, magic like that used by Rudeus in legend had become obsolete. Therefore, most of Sieghart's descendants held civil service positions in the court of Bereas.

"And another thing, I practiced for several years before I finally mastered it."

Charlie, still not satisfied, demonstrated to Fitz, continuously creating water balls, fireballs, and even wind blades capable of slicing through leaves in his palm.

“Charlie, do you think there really is such an almost omnipotent magic in this world as my great-grandfather said?” Fitz asked softly, sitting on a stone bench and gazing up at the jewel-like blue sky.

Charlie scratched his head, pondered for a moment, and said, "I think it definitely exists, we just haven't encountered it yet. Like these ancient magic tricks, they must have played a vital role in the past, but have been forgotten." As he spoke, he casually broke off a willow branch and sketched a magic circle on the ground, patiently explaining the principles to Fitz. Fitz listened intently, his cheeks unconsciously flushing slightly, his gaze occasionally drifting to Charlie's focused profile.

Time always flies at times like this, until Charlie's hand accidentally touched Fitz's fingertips. Fitz quickly pulled his hand back, blushed, and left.

But this misunderstanding didn't seem to cause any ripples in their relationship. In the days that followed, Fitz would visit every few days, just like when they were children, and it didn't seem to affect them because of the previous little touch.

Summer arrived in the blink of an eye. Because of his failure to pass the college entrance exam, Charlie's relationship with his father became particularly tense. He was often locked up by his father to study, but when Fitz came to visit, his father had no choice but to let Charlie out because of Fitz's status and face.

Therefore, in Charlie's eyes, Fitz's position was as important as that of a savior. If there were a religion to believe in, just like the people of the Holy Kingdom of Milis believed in Milis, Charlie would definitely choose to believe in Fitz without hesitation.

Fitz's summer outfits, in particular, often consist of a light blue tulle dress with white floral prints. When she puts up her light green hair and covers it with a brogue-print white veil, she looks like a fairy who has stepped out of the clouds.

Later, on Fitz's birthday, the nobles gathered in their most magnificent attire. From the highest-ranking members of the royal family to the lowest-ranking servants, everyone changed into their most splendid costumes to participate. Rows of tables were covered with exquisite tablecloths several meters long, woven from bright red spider silk from the continent of Becalit and golden fluff from the bird monsters of the continent of the Demon Continent. Each person had a set of mithril plates and aluminum alloy cutlery. Grap wine, aged for over forty years, was served as a free gift with each table. The food on the table consisted either of dragon meat delicacies from the Crimson Dragon Mountains or deep-sea delicacies from the Lingus Sea.

That night, Sieghart's retainers ordered their servants to scatter handfuls of Asura gold coins throughout the streets. Both the army and the court officials received gifts. Only Sieghart Boreas Grerat, the elder statesman who had made unparalleled contributions to conquering the warring territories and northern lands of the Asura Empire and unifying the central continent, could arrange such a grand celebration and enjoyment for his most beloved great-granddaughter's fifteenth birthday.

Charlie, dressed in a sharp suit, nervously and expectantly invited Fitz to dance. On the dance floor, their steps were light and graceful. Charlie's hand gently rested on Fitz's waist. Fitz tilted his head slightly, and their eyes met. At that moment, the surrounding noise gradually faded away, and only the sound of their heartbeats could be clearly heard.

The days passed quietly in this way, from summer to autumn, from autumn to winter. Countless chance glances met, moments of panic and shyness, and unintentional touches of fingertips made the girl blush and the boy remain silent.

But since winter began, Fitz came less and less often, and then never came at all. Charlie was confined by his father to study for his exams and knew nothing else. He only learned from his father's servant that in early winter, old man Sieg fell off his horse and his health had not improved.

Until one day at the end of the year, bad news came from the Silver Palace: Sieghart had passed away.

Dark, gloomy clouds loomed overhead, the leaden sky resembling a heavy boulder that made it hard to breathe. Amid the solemn atmosphere of the funeral, the occasional faint sobs could be heard.

Charlie stood in the crowd, watching as people slowly lowered Zig's coffin into the grave.

Fitz stood closest to the coffin, her face blurred with tears. Charlie's presence made it impossible for her to get close, not even to offer silent comfort.

He could only watch from afar...

Just watching from afar...

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In the spring of the year 521 of the Ankylion calendar, when the weather was still chilly and the entire capital had not yet recovered from the winter cold, a shrill knocking suddenly broke the tranquility of the Nottos household.

Charlie was still fast asleep when he was awakened by a commotion. He hurriedly put on his coat and rushed to the door, where he saw a squad of soldiers in silver-gray plate armor, their hands gripping the hilts of their longswords tightly. The leading general was expressionless, and the soldiers behind him carried the red lion banner that symbolized the royal family of the Asra Empire, the Boreas family.

He had never seen soldiers dressed like that before, but common sense told him that soldiers who could carry the royal banner were either the Imperial Guard in golden armor or the Shinsengumi, the Surveillance Hall troops directly under the command of the Emperor of the Asura Empire.

After all the members of the Notos family had gathered in the courtyard, the leading general unfolded a document and loudly proclaimed: "The Sieghart lineage colluded with the Holy Kingdom of Milis in an attempt to rebel. The Notos family has close ties with the Sieghart lineage. Although not accomplices, they cannot escape guilt and should be exterminated. However, His Majesty, out of consideration for the brotherhood of our ancestors, has ordered the immediate confiscation of their property and the exile of their family members!"

At that moment, Charlie's mind went blank. He and his family were shackled and put into a prison van, leaving forever the courtyard where he had grown up, the Notos family manor, which was now being burned by flames that had broken out somewhere, with black smoke rising straight into the sky.

He didn't know how long the prison van had traveled, but the sun was now directly overhead. Finally, they emerged from the streets of the Notos family manor. The clamor of the crowd pulled Charlie back to reality. He looked around in alarm. His father, mother, brother, younger brother… his family was still within sight. It seemed like a stroke of luck, but then he suddenly remembered what the Shinsengumi officer had said: that the Sieghart lineage was evidence of treason…

Nafitz...could it be...?

Charlie looked toward the clamor of voices ahead, where the corpses of dozens of Sieghart's family members hung on the high gallows. His eyes searched desperately among the corpses, hoping that Fitz wasn't among them, until he saw the far left side of the gallows...

Hanging from that black dress with white crane feathers and floral patterns, by a thin rope, was a long-eared girl with long green hair... Fizz Boreas Grerat.

[Sequel] The Burning Dragon Banner (Final)

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfic: Live Seriously Even Without the Transfer Event [Sequel] The Burning Dragon Banner (Final)

[Sequel] The Burning Dragon Banner (Final)

In the winter of the 549th year of the Kabuto calendar, sea fog carrying the smell of rust from the western coast of the Gulins Sea washed ashore on the deck. Dewey Heberis Boreas Grerat was polishing his ceremonial sword, which he had received upon graduating from naval academy, in the captain's cabin of the steel-armored warship "Rudius".

The lion-headed eagle emblem on the scabbard gleamed coldly under the magic lamp, highlighting the fine lines that had appeared at the corners of his eyes. But sadly, ten years later, this steel sword, which should have been cutting through the seas and achieving countless victories, was now mostly used to escort merchant ships transporting magic stone ore from the mining continent to the central continent.

"Reporting, Commander! The escort fleet has passed Marker No. 7!"

The messenger's voice, accompanied by a metallic vibration, came through the megaphone. Dewey sheathed his sword, glanced at the slightly trembling bronze pointer on the instrument panel, and went up to the deck for some fresh air.

Through the heavy morning mist that pressed down on the sea like a silken ribbon mixed with lead powder, the dark red moss-covered cliffs on the coastline looked like congealed scabs.

At that moment, the deck suddenly shook up and down twice in an "abnormal" manner, and an ominous tremor came from the bridge floor. Dewey adjusted the brim of his gold-trimmed naval cap and returned to the captain's cabin. The bronze portholes of the flagship "Rudeus" were covered with a layer of salt frost. He was already used to such "abnormal" events.

The magical boiler emitted a sickly whimper from time to time. The chief engineer, his face smeared with oil, pressed against the round glass of the communication port, his voice seeming to come from the seabed: "Another batch of inferior magic stones mixed with mica powder... the third time this week..."

"Report! A warship of the Holy Kingdom of Milis has been spotted!" the observer shouted.

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Twelve nautical miles away, aboard the Milis Republic's newest and most advanced cruiser, the USS Cliff, Krix Atlant was stroking the leather cover of his tactics manual with his fingers. The deep roar of the internal combustion engine penetrated the steel bulkhead, making the emerald cross badge on his chest slightly warm.

"Target is within firing range!"

The observer relayed the message to Krix, who watched the runes dancing on the magic rangefinder. The points of light representing the Asura warships were slowly wriggling in the morning mist. He suddenly remembered the salt frost that had condensed on the portholes of the Rudeus when he was studying in Asura, and the canary brooch that Dewey, the fleet commander on the Rudeus, who was now twelve nautical miles away, always liked to wear on his collar. It was a symbol of being an outstanding student at the Asura Naval Academy.

"The entire ship is in first-class combat configuration."

Krix's voice was very soft, as if afraid of waking some sleeping ghost, "Aim at the target, fire immediately."

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"boom!!!"

"boom!!!"

"boom!!!"

Several crimson streaks ripped across the sky as an armor-piercing shell struck the starboard side of the Rudeus, shattering the captain's cabin window. Dewey shouted into the magic turret through the megaphone, "Hard to port! Concentrate fire on the enemy leader!"

After his cheek was cut by shards of glass, a sweet, metallic liquid flowed down his chin and into the gold-embroidered collar. Through the broken porthole, Dewey saw the pure black smoke billowing from the smokestack of the Milis warship. It wasn't the pale purple of magical steam, but the deathly breath unique to Milis's internal combustion engines.

Ten years ago, the then Minister of the Navy of the Asura Empire suggested to the Emperor of the Asura Empire that internal combustion engines be imported from the Republic of Milis to equip the Asura Empire's navy with warships that combine internal combustion and magical power for faster speeds. However, due to the rebellion in the Northern Three Ridges at that time, the minister's proposal was shelved, and he himself was purged because he had received a congratulatory gift from Sieghart at his great-granddaughter Fitz's birthday party.

"A seven-knot speed difference! They're flanking!"

At that moment, the lookout's screams, mixed with the sound of shattering glass, broke Dewey's memory. He grabbed the violently shaking bronze chart table and discovered that the model of the Imperial fleet on the tactical sand table was automatically disintegrating. The magic device, passed down for three generations, had once deduced the great feat of the Asra Empire defeating the sea creatures and conquering the Gulins Sea, but now it materialized the defeated formation as scattered bronze gears.

The spot that used to be marked "Royal Magic Stone Reserve" had been marked with a small crown in red by someone, a color that reminded him of the fresh nail polish on the current Navy Minister's mistress's fingernails.

At that moment, the magical communication mirror suddenly emitted a blinding white light, and the captain's face was distorted on the mirror: "Our ship has been attacked, ammunition reserves are insufficient... Requesting retreat..."

The scene of the fleet review three months ago suddenly came to mind: amidst the booming of the cannons, the leaking ammunition boxes in the hull of the logistics ships were turning the bright red "Royal Arsenal" seal into a blurry blood color.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"

A burst of shells struck the ship and exploded, shattering the communication mirror. At that moment, Dewey seemed to hear a low groan coming from deep within the ship as the steel cracked due to rust.

The keel, which should have been replaced three years ago, is rotting under the corrosive effects of magical steam, while the shipyard's ledgers clearly record the full amount of maintenance fees allocated. Those gold coins are now being transformed into the gilded dome of the Royal Capital Opera House.

Gradually, the cannon fire seemed less intense than before. The main gun turret was hit and destroyed by shells, the first turret on the port side stopped working due to a malfunction, and now even the second and third turrets had fallen silent for some unknown reason.

Dewey unbuttoned the gold buttons of his general's uniform, drew his sword, and threw it into the furnace. The blade began to flash a blinding red light in the flames, and the blue gemstone on the hilt fell onto the charred naval song sheet, leaving blackened notes.

A majestic dragon soars across the azure ocean.

The Great Boreas Red Lions rule over everything in the world.

Even the endless ocean

From the shallows of Bekalite to the abyss of the Gulins Sea

Everyone will remember the will of the Asura Empire…

At that moment, the messenger, dragging his injured leg, limped into the bridge and gasped for breath, uttering two words: "Commander..."

"Pass on my final order: full speed ahead and ram the enemy flagship."

Having said that, Dewey tore off the canary brooch from his chest and stuffed it into the arms of the young soldier who had narrowly escaped death and was disheveled. But his fingertips stopped when they touched the frostbite on the soldier's collarbone. The cotton coat that should have been issued this winter was probably now wrapped around the illegitimate son of the naval port tax officer.

The sound of torpedoes hitting the water came from the seabed, like the rhythm of death knocking on the door. The towering flames dispelled the sea fog, and the blast wave blew off the red and white three-headed dragon flag on the top of the bridge. The hollowed-out flagpole broke off, revealing the pale white wood core, like a piece of rotten finger bone pointing to the gloomy sky.

The salty sea breeze swept across the wrecked hull of the Rudius, whose broken keel was slowly sinking. In a leaky compartment, the collar insignia that Krix had left behind when he was studying in Asura was stuck deep in a crack. The emerald-inlaid Milis cross and the golden lion of the Bereas dynasty faced each other for the first time in the deep blue sea.

As a ray of sunlight broke through the clouds and shone on the sea, the green cross flag of the Republic of Milis, which had once flown with a red and white lion and three-headed dragon, fluttered in the sea breeze. Twelve internal combustion-powered warships cut through the waves, their smokestacks spewing out the anger of the Milis people, which had been dormant for more than two hundred years, as they sailed toward the docks of the Asra Empire on the west coast of the Mining Continent.

On the wreckage at sea, the final movement of the Asura Navy anthem curls up into a gray-black butterfly on Mars and disappears into the waves.

[Side Story] Knights of the Empire

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfic: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events [Side Story] Knights of the Empire

In July of the 482nd year of the Kakuryon calendar, the morning in Buyena village was broken by a sharp horse's neigh. Donga Grerat stood at the gate of his simple courtyard, watching the messenger dismount. Dust slowly settled in the morning light. The horse was panting heavily, spitting out saliva like water mist from its mouth and nose, clearly having galloped all the way.

"Sir Donga Grellatt?" Little Tom from the next bunk.

The messenger was a young man, his face showing the weariness of a long journey, but his eyes were sharp, as if he had seen a lot. His clothes were rather thin and did not resemble the style of the Fitoia territory; they seemed to come from the south.

"I'm."

Dongjia answered calmly.