Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

Alice gently laid me down on her lap, how gentle! Is this really Alice?

“Rudeus! I don’t know what happened, and it might be related to your nightmare. But no matter what happens, I will protect you! Kyrie Illusion will too! Right, Kyrie Illusion!”

"Ok!"

I lay down on Alice's lap, unable to see Kyrie's face, but I heard her firm response.

"Waaah...waaah..."

"Rudeus? I can't stand it, what are you whining about?"

"Thank you, thank you, Alice, and Kyrie Irvine."

I couldn't help but cry, right there on Alice's lap as a pillow. It was the first time I'd ever seen Alice so gentle, and the first time I'd ever enjoyed a girl's lap as a pillow. Alice was right; she and Kyrielight would protect me. Besides, Kyrielight was the Sword King, the fourth-ranked master of the Sword God style. I should trust my friends.

Thank you, Alice.

I definitely won't have nightmares tonight.

Chapter Eight: The Young Lady's Fate (Part Four)

Chapter 8: The Young Lady's Fate (Part 4)

In fact, as the arrival of James Boreas Grellatt drew near, my nightmares did not improve; every time I closed my eyes, I would recall that fear of death.

Although Alice tried her best to make me feel safe, that feeling was fleeting.

For the first day or two, I could still comfort myself with Alice's gentle words, which she wasn't good at, by using her lap as a pillow. But later, gentleness stopped working.

Perhaps she couldn't stand my condition anymore. No, maybe it's just that I thought she wouldn't be able to stand me any longer if things continued like this, so I decided to make the same choice I made before I died.

Only those who have died once truly understand the preciousness of life, and I am someone who has died once. I've finally achieved what I have today—loving parents, Silphie, Alice. I don't want to die, I don't want to die…

However, faced with impending fear, some people will fight to the death, while NEETs like myself, who stay at home, have returned to NEET status.

I've been lying in this dorm room for almost a week now, maybe four or five days. I haven't been attending classes, and I haven't touched the food the maid brings in. Hilda and Alice have come in to comfort me and ask how I am, but I haven't paid them any attention. I can clearly hear Kyrie Irvine sighing in disappointment when she's in the room.

Alice came to see me every day, but I chose to cover my head with the blanket and avoid seeing her. To be precise, I avoided seeing anyone. I shamelessly acted like a NEET in someone else's home.

James should arrive at the mansion in about two weeks. I'm already counting down the days, and I'm completely颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it conveys a sense of listlessness, apathy, and apathy) to the point of being unbearable.

Maybe this is Philip's way of protecting me. He probably already knew I'd end up being such a good-for-nothing.

If James saw me like this, he probably wouldn't even consider taking me with him, let alone assassinating me. Yeah, who cares about a piece of trash like me?

Alice didn't come to see me today; she's probably completely disappointed in me. I deserve it.

……

"Rudius!"

Kyrie Irvine called my name and roughly pulled me out of bed.

She grabbed my hair, glaring at me. I could feel her anger.

"How long are you going to stay so down! Alice is going to be married off to Piemont!"

"What? How...could this be?"

I looked puzzled.

Marrying Pelemon is someone I would never have imagined, someone I have absolutely no connection with. I can't think of any reason why Alice would marry Pelemon. Marrying someone more than twenty years older than herself certainly isn't Alice's intention. Is it Sauros? I don't think so. Sauros dotes on his granddaughter; he wouldn't do something Alice wouldn't want.

Then, it might be Philip. No, it must be Philip. Alice would definitely resist fiercely, so she must have been forcibly bound hand and foot, stuffed into a sedan chair, and sent to the Notos's house.

No, impossible. Philip loves his daughter too. He gets upset if even a stranger says a word against it. How could such a father marry his daughter to Pierremont, who is more than 20 years older than her?

"No, no way... You're trying to trick me into going out? Kyrie Irving..."

Before I could finish speaking, Kyrie Irvine threw me hard onto the bed.

"If you don't believe me, go ask Lord Philip yourself!"

She slammed the door shut and left after saying that.

I couldn't help but think of my childhood sweetheart before I passed away. If I had pursued her earnestly back then, perhaps I wouldn't have become a NEET. Her child is probably in high school now. Yes, I've already lost her once. Having died once, am I going to live with regrets after being reborn, only to die like a scumbag?

No, that won't do. At the very least, we need to ask Philip first!

I quickly put on a coat and rushed to the library where Philip often went.

Because I left in a hurry and didn't put on shoes, I stumbled and fell the whole way.

Finally, I appeared before Philip covered in dirt, with scrapes all over my arms and feet, and blood dripping from my nose.

"You stink!" Philip covered his nose with one hand as soon as he saw me.

The first thing Philip said to me when he saw me was that I smelled bad? Well, I've been cooped up in my room for four or five days without wiping myself down or taking a shower, so I must have smelled terrible.

Before I could even speak, Mr. Alphonse picked me up and threw me into the bathroom.

I saw Philip again after I took a shower.

"He's at least somewhat human now," Philip said.

"Mr. Philip, are you going to marry Alice to Pillemont?...Why?"

I don't know why, but even though I value something extremely highly that is unreasonable, I feel extremely unsure when I speak about it.

"This is Alice's destiny."

Philip said calmly.

"destiny?"

"I don't want Alice to suffer the same painful fate as Hilda and me, having to hand over her newborn son to the main family."

"So...you married her off to Pilemeng?"

"Yes, while Pilemon was still in his prime and was the head of the Notos family, he completely avoided the fate of losing the family business struggle."

Listening to Philip describe it so casually, I even thought what he said made sense.

wrong!

What kind of logic is this?!

“Alice doesn’t want to, does she?” I yelled at Philip, completely rudely.

"After knocking them unconscious, it's easy to tie their hands and feet and then stuff them into the carriage."

In this way, Alice was completely powerless to resist, and there was nothing she could do even if she disagreed.

The only thing we can do now is probably to beg Philip to retract his decision.

If I fail, I might never see Alice again. I don't want that.

"Mr. Philip, I beg you, please rescind your order..."

I knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Philip.

"No."

"I beg you, I can't live without Alice."

"No."

I kowtowed again and again, and I could feel the warmth draining from my forehead. The ground was already covered in blood from my kowtows.

After being rejected time and time again, I couldn't hold back my tears and cried.

"Please, Lord Philip!"

"No. With your appearance, it would be better to let Alice marry Pirimon."

After saying that, Philip left. I listened to the sound of his footsteps fading into the distance, but my body couldn't move. Like a frog, I remained in a seated position.

I suddenly remembered someone, Sauros.

Sauros certainly didn't want Alice to marry Pillemont, but Philip must have had Sauros's consent before marrying his daughter off. Was it a reluctant consent? No, as long as there's a sliver of hope, I must take Alice back!

I immediately got up and went to the top of the castle tower where Sauros usually stayed.

……

"Lord Sauros! Alice certainly doesn't want to marry Plemon. For Alice's happiness, please order Lord Philip to take Alice back!"

I prostrated myself before Sauros. My resolve was revealed only through unwavering determination along the way.

"If Pilemon can't do it, can you give Alice happiness?!"

The extremely loud sound of Sauros blasted directly into my ear canal.

Can I give Alice happiness? Then, Sylphie appeared in my mind again. Is it a choice between the two? No, I don't want to lose either of them!

"Even though I still love another woman, but, but, I will definitely..."

Before I could finish speaking, Shaoluos kicked me against the wall.

"Just like Paul! Go and snatch Alice back for me, then we'll talk!"

"Yes!"

Alice! Wait, I will definitely bring you back!

Chapter Nine: The Young Lady's Fate (Part Five)

Chapter Nine: The Young Lady's Fate (Part Five)

Grandpa Sauros told me to go and get Alice back myself, which means he agreed to let Alice stay.

I hurried back to my dorm to get ready, only to find a cat-eared swordsman with chocolate-colored skin, a muscular body, and an eye patch waiting for me at my door.

She was holding my "Arrogant Water Dragon King" in her hand.

“Gilead…”

"Rudeus, go and bring Alice back. Count me in."

"Thank you, Kyrie Irgen..."

"Huh..."

While I was still being shy, Gilead picked me up around the waist, tucked me under his arm, and jumped out of the window.

A swift orc swordsman was carrying a child holding a magic wand around his waist, moving across the rooftops at incredible speed.

"Alice was taken away last night. The nearest town from Roya to the Notos territory should be quite a distance away. We must get Alice back before they reach the town!"

For once, Girenouil, a woman with a muscular head, was remarkably sharp-minded. She knew perfectly well that attacking the Notos convoy in town would not only cause civilian casualties but also attract a large number of witnesses, creating considerable trouble for her and Girenouil. It could even provoke a conflict between the Boreas and Notos families, since taking away Pylemon's betrothed concubine would be tantamount to slapping Pylemon in the face.

In less than five minutes, Gilead had brought me from the mansion to the gates of Roa. Gilead immediately produced the Boreas family token, and the gatekeepers immediately prepared their horses.

It really didn't waste a single moment.

I was sandwiched between Gilead and the horse, clinging to the horse's neck with Gilead's two enormous breasts pressing against my head, but I wasn't in the mood to enjoy the breasts; all I wanted was to get to Alice's side as quickly as possible.

Giren and I galloped across the Great Plains, changing horses three times at each of the stagecoach stops. Not for any other reason than to maintain our top speed.

After driving for about four or five hours, we finally spotted the Nottos team.

The caravan was conspicuous, consisting of over thirty people, marching down the main road in a formation of vanguard, center, and rearguard. The vanguard was composed of ten armored cavalrymen, the center guard consisted of eight swordsmen and eight shield bearers, and in the center was a carriage with the huge coat of arms of the Nottus family printed on its roof. The rearguard consisted of six mages.

Because of the large number of people, the procession moved very slowly. Gilead and I probably ran four or five times faster than them. But it seemed that the convoy would have entered the town in another two hours.

Soon, the approaching Girenaus and I attracted their attention.

"Rock shell!"

I raised the "Arrogant Water Dragon King" and fired a "Rock Cannonball" at the front of the group. It was that feeling of magical compression again, my magic flowing through my fingertips, then compressed by the "Arrogant Water Dragon King" to form a magic projectile before bursting out.

"boom!"

In an instant, a crater about ten meters long and wide was blasted open in the path leading to the front of the column, and a huge cloud of smoke rose up, directly blocking their way.

I never imagined that rock cannonballs compressed with magic would possess such immense power. In modern terms, they would be comparable to high-explosive tank shells.

"What kind of magic is this!?"

"It's that child and that woman!"

"Did you hear the chanting?"

The convoy instantly panicked.

Kyrianu and I emerged from the smoke.

"I'm sorry, this road is blocked. Leave Alice here, and the rest of you can go."