Even if you succeed in jobless reincarnation and time magic, you must live life to the fullest.

It's better to be fully prepared.

……

After everything was tidied up.

I sat at the table and wrote a letter to my brother.

That was a reply to my brother.

Once my brother sees this letter, he should understand what I mean.

then.

I quietly slipped through the living room.

He pushed open the door and went outside.

The sun had not yet fully risen, but a sliver of dawn could already be seen.

A gentle breeze blew by.

I took a deep breath as I faced the morning breeze.

So comfortable...

For such a long time.

Never before have I felt the morning air so fresh.

It seemed as if it were floating freely in the air.

"Wang?"

A large white dog wagged its tail and walked over to me.

It seemed as if it had guessed something.

It rubbed its head against me.

"Good boy, Leo, you have to behave well when I'm not home."

I said, patting Leo's head.

"Wang..."

Leo hung his head, seemingly reluctant to leave.

But.

I've already made up my mind.

My brother thinks this is a better approach, so I'll give it a try.

Try to see the outside world.

if that's the case.

Perhaps, I really will change.

Ok.

That's fine.

I thought so.

He walked out of the courtyard step by step.

……

At this time.

Do not know why.

I suddenly remembered the story my brother had told me about Icarus.

The boy who took to the skies for the first time.

Immersed in the yearning for freedom, they soar higher and higher.

Finally, the sun melted its wings.

It plunged into the sea.

And now...

I'm going to fly into the sky too.

I turned around and walked away into the distance without looking back.

Bye now……

brother.

265. The Vanished Maid

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

★Rudius's Perspective★

……

When I wake up in the morning.

The house was eerily quiet.

why……

They quickly realized it was because Aisha's footsteps were no longer heard in the house.

At this time of day, Aisha would usually be busy in the kitchen.

then.

Before long, a delicious and fragrant breakfast will be served on the table.

Aisha would knock on our doors one by one to wake us up for breakfast.

This is true every day.

however……

The house is unusually quiet today.

Aisha was not in the kitchen.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Has Aisha finally learned to sleep in late?

Well, it was her birthday yesterday, so it's good that she relaxed a bit.

However, you still can't skip breakfast.

That being the case...

Yo West!

Let me, the older brother, show you what I've got!

With that thought in mind, I picked up a kitchen knife after a long time and started cooking.

then……

Ok.

The final product, well, how should I put it?

It has a distinctly adventurous style.

There's nothing I can do about it; it's been a long time since I've cooked for myself.

But I should be able to eat it, right?

Although Aisha might laugh at me...

After a while.

Loki, Alice, and Hilfi all got up one after another.

I put the food on the table and invited everyone to eat together.

"Huh? Why is Rudy cooking today?"

"Aisha seems to be sleeping in."

"That's really strange."

Yes, it is indeed very rare.

Think about it carefully.

Aisha had a very hard time every day.

Cleaning, learning magic, learning swordsmanship...

For most people, even a single job is difficult to do well.

Aisha, however, was able to manage all three and achieved remarkable results in all of them.

Although she herself had no complaints.

But what to say...

I still feel that she's working too hard.

I've already graduated.

Let's not disturb her, let her rest a bit more...

……

That’s what I thought.

then.