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

I am not dwelling on the past.

The next step is to say goodbye to the past.

This is very important to me.

It is something that must be done.

"I understand."

Orstide sighed softly, then stood up.

"Then, as you wish."

"Thank you, Mr. Alsterd."

I said solemnly.

……

When I opened my eyes again.

What appeared before me was a familiar yet cold room.

"Did you make it……"

I muttered to myself.

Then, I forced my already clumsy body to walk into the bathroom.

From the mirror on the wall.

I saw that old man with a face full of wrinkles and looking incredibly weathered.

This is me.

Rudius Greyrat.

Chapter Eight: Before the Tombstone

I looked at the old man in the mirror.

His face, covered in wrinkles, bore witness to the vicissitudes of time.

That's right.

This is the real me.

The real Rudius Grerat.

He was neither a refined scholar nor a powerful figure with extensive connections.

He's just an old avenger.

If everyone's soul has a shape, then I think the face in the mirror right now is my reflection.

"call……"

I tried turning on the tap, but no water came out.

So he used water magic to create water and washed his face.

After I finished cleaning, I moved to the living room.

……

……

There was no one in the living room.

Cold, silent, and lonely.

I sat on the sofa in the living room, looking around every corner of the house, feeling somewhat dazed.

This is where I used to live.

I closed my eyes and reminisced about the past.

Because of that rat in the basement, Loki died.

After Lokishi's death, I was so devastated that I became immersed in grief, which led to Sylphie leaving me and then dying in the kingdom's turmoil.

Alice went to the Holy Land of Swords to train for me, but after returning, I mistook her for an apostle of a god.

After suffering countless injuries at my hands, it died at the hands of Atofi.

Aisha...

She has always been by my side.

But because of the mistakes he made in Milis, he brought trouble upon himself.

In the end, she and Zanoba were burned alive.

Lucy...

My daughter married Cliff's orphaned son.

Noren married Rachel Rudd, and after Rachel Rudd's death, her whereabouts became unknown.

then.

I am now all alone.

I have spent a long time here alone.

To alleviate my loneliness and the pain of being powerless to defeat the gods and humans, I forced myself to devote myself to magical research and eventually obtained that time magic.

But now, I'm back.

……

After pondering for a long time, I stood up from the sofa.

Dragging his weary body, he pushed open the door and headed towards the backyard.

In the backyard.

There stands a solitary tombstone.

It seems that because it has not been maintained for too long, the surface of the tombstone is covered with moss, and even the inscription on it is illegible.

First, I used earth magic to create a container to hold the water, and then I used water magic to fill it with water.

Then he tore his clothes apart and began to clean the tombstone bit by bit.

……

It took about half an hour.

I've finally cleaned up the tombstone completely.

And the words engraved on the tombstone finally came into view.

“The Grellatt family, Paul’s daughter.”

"Here lies Aisha Grerat."

After Aisha died, I collected her ashes and clothes.

Although there wasn't much left, I still buried it all under this tombstone.

"call……"

After I finished tidying up, I wiped the sweat from my brow.

Because he was engrossed in research for too long, he neglected to exercise.

Although I only did this little bit of work, I'm still exhausted.

At least it's done.

I plopped down in front of the tombstone, staring at it without saying a word for a moment.

It's not that I don't know what to say.

Rather, it's because I have too much to say, so much so that I don't know where to begin.

After thinking for a while...

I think we should start from that time.

"Aisha..."

Composing myself, I said, "I'm so sorry I've never understood your thoughts."

"Everyone around me thinks I'm a genius, but in reality I'm just a fool who can't even understand what the people around me are thinking."

"However, you were also at fault in this matter."

"You had so many thoughts, but you kept them to yourself and never told your brother. In the end, you took all those thoughts with you to the grave, leaving me no chance to get to know you better."

"yes……"

"Actually, among all the people I feel sorry for, you are the one I owe the most."

"You were the one who was always by my side, but in the end, I had absolutely nothing to repay you with. In the end, because of the trouble I caused, you were killed..."

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Aisha..."

As I spoke, I touched the tombstone with my hand.

Unconsciously, tears began to drip down my cheeks.

As the saying goes, a man doesn't easily shed tears.

But Aisha...

I don't think it's shameful to cry in front of you, because you've seen my vulnerable side countless times.

Think about it now.

It has always supported me, and never left me, even when I was vulnerable, embarrassed, or in a sorry state.

Just how much power does this require?