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

A young-looking boy was wielding a sword alone in the courtyard.

He had a head of bright red hair as vibrant as flames, and he held a wooden sword in one hand, constantly swinging it at the air in front of him.

His white training clothes were completely soaked with sweat, but the boy's movements remained unchanged. Each swing of his sword followed the same trajectory as the last, showing that he was very serious and working hard to persevere.

Even when he was almost completely exhausted, he did not relax at all.

This perseverance is admirable.

however……

Liz frowned.

"Hmm? Liz cares about that guy a lot?"

Lyca followed Liz's gaze and landed on the red-haired boy.

She shook her head quickly.

"That guy is no good. Although he's quite handsome, he seems to be from a commoner background."

"civilian?"

"And do you know that guy's name?"

"What?" Liz asked instinctively.

"That guy's name is Yars!"

"Yars?"

Upon hearing the name, Liz was momentarily stunned.

Ars is the legendary hero who ended the first war between humans and demons, and a true hero of the human race.

Even the city beneath their feet, the most prosperous city in the world, is named after Yars.

The purpose was to commemorate that great human hero.

And this guy...

It turns out it shares the same name as that legendary hero.

What arrogance and conceit!

"Never mind him, let's hurry up and go, or it'll get dark," Leica urged repeatedly.

"……makes sense."

Liz took one last look at the red-haired boy before leaving side by side with Lyca.

……

"Young Master Yars, welcome back."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Ars removed his equipment and casually handed it to the respectfully waiting maid.

Then, dragging his tired body, he collapsed onto the sofa.

"worn out……"

"Ars muttered to himself."

Since arriving here, the daily training has increased rather than decreased compared to when I was in Sharia.

At least in Sharia I had to go to class every day, but here it's almost all sword practice, with no time to breathe at all.

In addition, Ars himself is a serious person.

By the end of the day, Ars was almost completely exhausted.

……

A month has passed since I arrived in the capital.

He currently resides in this incredibly luxurious mansion.

This mansion is said to have been a gift from Queen Ariel because her father and mother had done her a great favor years ago.

The mansion itself is not located in the inner city; placing it in the generally understated outer city would be considered excessively luxurious.

The mansion has maids and a butler, all of whom were bestowed upon it by Queen Ariel.

No one lives here on weekdays, so the maids and butlers also act as gardeners, taking care of the courtyard. They only truly fulfill their duties as maids and butlers when someone comes by.

In the basement of this mansion, a teleportation magic circle was set up.

As long as you go through that magic circle, you can return to Sharia at any time.

That being said, it would be a bit troublesome to travel back and forth every day, so Ars will stay here for the time being.

"Young master, the bathwater is ready," the maid said respectfully.

"Thank you for your help, Mizuki."

"No, it is my honor to serve the young master."

Ars smiled and said nothing more.

He casually unbuttoned his shirt, which was already soaked with sweat, revealing a well-defined body covered by tightly cleaved muscles.

The maid, Mizuki, only glanced at it before her pretty face flushed slightly, and she quickly lowered her head.

When he came to his senses, Yars had already gone into the bathroom.

"Young Master is so handsome..."

The maid muttered to herself.

She immediately shook her head. Someone like her could never be noticed by the young master; she should stop fantasizing.

……

Ars submerged himself in the bathtub.

The fatigue accumulated during the day gradually dissolved as the water warmed up, and I slowly relaxed.

He closed his eyes.

He vaguely heard the sound of water and Lulia's voice pestering him to tell her a story, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"I wonder how Lulia has been doing all this time, and if she's missed me."

Ars pondered silently.

I'll go home in a few days.

Side Story: The Tale of Ars (6)

"We're having a swordsmanship test today. Everyone, follow me."

After making the announcement, Warif led everyone into a spacious room deep inside the dojo.

The room was made entirely of an unknown, metal-like material, with numerous tiny pits on the surrounding walls. It was dark and deep, giving it a somewhat eerie appearance.

Liz looked around the room, feeling somewhat curious.

This is also her first time here.

"Everyone, please stand back. I'll demonstrate first."

As Warif spoke, he slowly walked to the center of the room.

"Liz, please press the button next to you."

"Yes."

Liz quickly spotted a red button nearby and pressed it as instructed.

"Click——"

"Click——"

An unknown sound came from deep within the walls, like metal clashing against each other, which was somewhat eerie.

The next moment, a gust of wind suddenly emerged from the wall.

"Here it comes!" Warif suddenly gripped the sword at his waist and drew it from its sheath.

"Ding--"

With a sharp crack, something was chopped off and fell to the ground by Warif.

Everyone looked up.

It was a black metal rod, about the length of an arm and the thickness of a chopstick, like an arrow.

Warif just shot that thing down.

This is not over yet.

Soon, black metal rods shot out one after another from the holes in the wall.

The speed is astonishing, and the launch point and direction are different each time.

For a moment, everyone was stunned. Many people couldn't even catch the trajectory of the black metal rods. All they could see was Wolf standing in place, swinging his sword to knock down all the incoming metal rods, as if black metal rods were raining down on them.

Liz focused her gaze intently and looked closely.

She could vaguely discern Warif's sword path and see him swinging his sword at an extremely clever angle to knock down the incoming metal rod.

It didn't bounce off, it knocked down.

It was as if the power originally contained within the metal rod had vanished.

"What amazing swordsmanship..."

Liz couldn't help but sigh.

And at the same time.

As time went on, the black metal rods shooting out of the pit became faster and faster, and the angles became more and more tricky.