Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

The woman standing opposite him is Izoruti Keel, the prized student of the contemporary water goddess, Lieda Lia, her most valued disciple, and a young water saint who is now one of the candidates for water king.

Isalute and Albert are about the same age and have known each other for several years. Isalute met Albert, who was brought by James to learn swordsmanship, the year she reached the advanced level of the Water God Style, and became Albert's swordsmanship teacher.

Their relationship was less that of teacher and student and more that of very close friends.

Izuru looked at Albert with a mischievous grin and asked tentatively:

"Because of Miss Illyr?"

"certainly not."

Albert shook his head and continued swinging his sword.

Albert appeared perfectly calm, wielding his sword with a blank expression, but Izuru could tell at a glance that Albert was troubled by something.

"You should stop for a moment. The sword is landing at different points on the left and right. You're just swinging it randomly."

"Hey……"

As Albert sighed, his tense, expressionless face relaxed.

He knelt on the ground, casually setting aside the wooden sword in his hand, and said with a wry smile:

“I’ve given up on Illyr. After all, she’s going to marry Prince Gravel. I don’t want to cause trouble for my father by competing with the prince for a woman.”

"What a pity, I remember you put in a lot of effort to pursue her."

As she spoke, Izuru knelt down opposite Albert, placing the wooden sword in her hand opposite him.

"Speaking of which, I remember many noble ladies have pursued you. Before, you had Illyr in your heart and rejected all the girls. Shouldn't you consider it now?"

"Aren't you the same? You're already this age and still don't have a boyfriend. If you were a young lady from another family, your child would already be out buying bread."

"What do you know? Men will only slow down my sword-drawing speed."

Izuru's face flushed slightly. She turned her head to the side and looked out the window, pretending not to care about the previous topic.

"If it's not because of Illyr, then what are you thinking?"

Albert said with a bitter expression:

"Family matters."

Upon hearing that it was about Albert's family, Izoruti immediately leaned forward, widened her eyes, and approached with great interest. Although she said she didn't want to get married, she was very interested in certain aspects of Albert's life.

"Home? Does that mean your father is pressuring you to get married?"

"No, that's not it. You're such a nuisance. You're not getting married yourself, but you're always thinking about other people's affairs."

Albert leaned back a little, then looked at Izuru with a look of disgust.

"What a spoilsport," Izoruti muttered, puffing out her cheeks.

"Miss Izoruti."

"what's up?"

"Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry..."

"Sigh, I just can't do anything with you."

Izoruti got up and went into the inner room, then brought out a plate of small snacks that looked like cookies and placed them in front of Albert.

Albert's expression changed from one of disgust to one of leaning forward, grabbing a cookie and popping it into his mouth.

"I'm starving, I didn't eat breakfast this morning."

Then they stuffed them into their mouths one after another, and in no time the plate was empty.

After finishing his meal, Albert kept muttering, "Water, water."

Izuru shook her head helplessly, and before she even sat down, she went to get another glass of water and placed it in front of Albert.

"Hey, who's the master and who's the apprentice between us? I feel like it's the other way around."

Albert swallowed the biscuit in his mouth, then picked up his water glass and drank it all in one gulp before putting the cutlery back in its place.

Then, he brushed the crumbs off his clothes, transforming from his earlier ravenous eating manner back into that of a dignified nobleman.

After tidying up the plates and water glasses that Albert had used, Izuru returned to her seat and looked at Albert with her chin in her hand.

Izuru gave Albert goosebumps, and after a moment of shock, she said:

"Actually, what bothers me is my younger sister."

"younger sister?"

“Yes, she’s been here for about half a year now, and I haven’t visited her yet. The last time I saw her was when I was four or five years old. I kept pestering my father to let me go with him to visit my grandfather.”

"Eh? You didn't see her when your grandfather passed away?"

"It's a pity that I wasn't in the country at the time. I was on a mission to Lanoa with His Highness Gravel. When I returned, I learned of my grandfather's passing."

As he spoke, Albert wore a bitter expression.

"That's a shame, but Albert, you never seem to have told me that before."

"Because my grandfather and I weren't very close, and we'd only met a few times, unlike my uncle who would come to the capital to see His Majesty the King every year or two. In my memory, my grandfather only came to the capital twice, and I don't plan to tell anyone about that."

"Oh, so I'm an outsider."

Izuru turned her back with her cheeks puffed out, and Albert reached out to poke her on one side, but Izuru puffed out the other side instead.

That's not what I meant...

Albert quickly explained.

"Never mind, it's really not convenient for you to talk to me about your family matters."

Izuru turned around and sat back down opposite Albert.

"What about your sister? You haven't told me what's bothering you because of her."

"Speaking of my younger sister, you know she used to be called the Red Monkey Princess, right?"

Izoruti nodded, and Albert continued.

"It is said that she has become much more ladylike now, and has now been promoted to an instructor in the Knights."

"What's there to worry about? Isn't it a good thing?"

Izuru was puzzled and frowned as she asked.

Albert's expression suddenly turned serious.

"It took me three years to go from being a trainee knight to becoming a real knight, but she only took four months. Not only did she become a full-fledged knight, but she also became an instructor."

"So you're just jealous of her. I've heard she has Saint-level strength. Someone who has reached the level of a Sword Saint at the age of fifteen must be a genius in swordsmanship. You don't need to compare yourself to her."

“Izoruti, didn’t you also become a Water Saint at the age of fifteen?”

That's how it is.

"Hmph, genius is such a convenient excuse. You can always use it when you can't beat others."

As he spoke, Albert revealed a sinister expression.

Izuru shook her head and sighed:

"Ugh, I can't stand your strange vanity. So what if you lost to your own sister? You should practice your sword more and focus all your energy on the sword so you won't be bothered by those things."

"That's true. Life is definitely more comfortable if you don't compare yourself to others."

"You see it very clearly, don't you..."

"But what bothers me most isn't that my sister is better than me, it's that Father arranged for me to meet her today!!!"

Albert's voice grew louder and louder until he simply roared it out.

Izuru habitually put her hands, which had been covering her ears, back on her knees. Her lips trembled slightly on her calm face, and her eyes radiated disdain.

"It's just a meeting, what's so scary about it? It's not like you'll lose a piece of your flesh."

Albert looked dejected and helplessly grabbed Izzo's hand.

"Hey, you have no idea how terrifying that girl is. I still vividly remember the terrible beating she gave me more than ten years ago. Calling her the Red Monkey Queen is an understatement; she's practically a wild beast!"

How terrible is it?

"You may not know, but every smile and frown of hers exudes a dangerous aura. If you are not careful, say the wrong thing, say even one extra word, or do something that displeases her, you will be beaten up. Countless teachers who were invited from the capital to teach her have been injured."

"So it really happened..."

“Once, we were eating together, and just because I reached for the bread before her, she grabbed my finger and twisted it off. I was about to fight back when she kicked me off the chair. By the time I came to my senses, she had already pinned my arm down with her knee, and she straddled me and started hitting my face repeatedly…”

"That's terrifying..."

As Izoruti exclaimed in surprise, she began to picture the appearance of the "Beast Red Monkey Princess" in her mind: fierce triangular eyes similar to Albert's, long red hair, and the menacing figures of the Rispelud tribe from the story.

"I still regret it to this day. My father didn't want to take me to visit my grandfather. Why did I insist on pestering him to go with me?"

As he spoke, Albert lowered his head silently, his voice choked with emotion, on the verge of tears. His experience with his sister had been a shadow that haunted him for over a decade.

"What a poor child..."

"Izoruti gently stroked Albert's head and said."

Albert suddenly remembered something, abruptly raised his head, grabbed Izuru's shoulders, and said excitedly:

"Come with me, Izoruti!"

"Huh!?"

Seeing Albert's wide-open eyes, rosy complexion, and excited expression, Izzo was somewhat startled and pushed him away with one hand.

Albert lay headfirst on the floor, but a slight smile played on his lips.

"With your strength, Izuru, you'll definitely be fine. Come with me, Izuru."

"I do not want it."

At this moment, an old woman came out from the back hall of the dojo. She looked to be around sixty years old, with a somewhat neurotic expression on her face, but overall she gave people a kind and reassuring feeling. Her thin body was wrapped in a heavy black Suishin-ryu dojo robe.

At first glance, this old woman appears to be just a frail old lady, no different from any other old woman, with flaws all over her body. However, when she actually fights someone, one will discover how terrifying this old woman is.

She is the ultimate master of the "Stripping Sword," one of the strongest swordsmen of her time, the water goddess Leda.

“Izoruti, why don’t you go with young master Albert to pay a visit to that young lady?”

"Shishi... Master, you heard me."

Upon hearing the words of the water goddess Leda from behind, Izuru immediately turned around, sat upright, and bowed her head in greeting.

Albert, who was lying on the ground, immediately sat up straight and bowed his head in respect.

Hearing the water god's words, Albert was overjoyed and was secretly chuckling to himself.

"It's not a bad thing to exchange ideas with someone who practices the Sword God Style, especially since she's about your level... hehe."

Leda walked up to the two of them and bent down to sit down.

Although she was saying "hey," her movements were fluid and graceful, even more agile than those of young people.

"Since the Water God has said so, then Miss Izoruti?"

Albert looked at Izoruti with a mischievous grin.

"I see."

Izoruti answered solemnly.

No matter how much she fooled around with Albert before, Izuru always maintained a serious demeanor in front of her master. Moreover, her master's words were like imperial edicts to Izuru. Her master told Izuru not to even have the thought of going west, let alone go west.

At that moment, snowflakes began to fall from the sky outside the dojo, and soon the entire capital was covered in white.

……

Royal Capital Knights' Imperial Guard Training Ground

A red-haired girl dressed in magnificent officer's armor was standing among a group of bewildered boys who looked like they had just enlisted in the army.

She held a wooden sword, and one by one, the boys surrounding her rushed forward, swords in hand, as the girl spoke:

"drink!"

"what!"

"drink!"