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

Before Paul could refute, Janice spoke up first.

She rolled her eyes at Paul and said irritably, "This guy only ever acts like a gentleman to women he's just met. Once he gets to know them, he reveals his true scoundrel nature. When he was an adventurer, I wonder how many women he hooked up with using that trick?"

“I counted! 36!” Alina Lige immediately said.

"Hey! You bastard, if we're talking about something, you're the one who's... uh..."

Paul instinctively wanted to retort.

But he quickly swallowed his words, because Alina Lige's husband was sitting right next to her.

Cliff, a bishop of the Church of Millicum.

Even now, Paul still finds it hard to believe that a follower of the Milis religion would actually end up with Alina Lige.

Even novelists probably wouldn't dare to use this kind of setting so easily...

But anyway.

Paul felt it was wrong to ridicule his wife's past scandalous experiences in front of her husband.

However, Cliff said nothing.

He simply held Alina Lige's hand and silently drank his tea.

"Hmm...yes, she really was a lousy woman before."

Alina Lige rested her chin on her hand and chuckled, "But what can I do? I ran into Cliff. Knowing full well that I'm a terrible woman, he still pursued me so enthusiastically... I just couldn't do anything about him."

"Click——"

Cliff put down his cup and turned to look at Alina Lizzie.

“Oh no—”

Just when everyone thought so.

Cliff replied, "Alina Lizzie is a rotten woman—I haven't even thought about that for a second, not even once. Alina, please don't belittle yourself like that."

“…That’s right.”

Alina Lizzie stuck out her tongue and winked at Paul and Janis across from her.

The latter smiled without saying a word.

And the other side.

Randolph, who was walking with Benedict, suddenly had his gaze fall on a certain spot in the corner of the yard.

"Excuse me, Your Highness, I would like to leave for a while."

"Please make yourself at home, Mr. Randolph."

Benedict smiled and said, "It's very safe here, you can relax. In fact, I think there's no safer place in the world."

"That's true, Your Highness."

Randolph bowed and then walked to the corner.

He slowly drew the sword from his waist and stealthily moved with incredibly ghostly steps.

Avoiding everyone's gaze.

Without realizing it, I found myself behind that person.

Without hesitation, he swung his sword at the back of the man's head with lightning speed.

"Shh-"

The sword light formed arcs, leaving behind afterimages.

It is almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

"Ding!"

The sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out.

Even Randolph himself didn't realize how his sword had been blocked.

"who!"

Alexander, who was busy devouring the large amount of meat and fish in front of him, immediately realized what was happening and stood up to ask a question.

On the contrary, the person who was ambushed remained calm and composed.

"Hey, Randolph, long time no see."

Alex laughed without turning his head.

His sword passed over his shoulder, blocking the sword coming from behind in an extremely awkward posture.

"It's been a long time indeed."

Randolph sheathed his sword and approached Alex.

"Grandfather, your skills are still as agile as the legends say."

"Haha, it's because of guys like you who don't believe in fate and always resort to sneak attacks that I've developed these skills!"

Alex laughed heartily.

He was completely unconcerned about the sneak attack he had just received.

Chapter Thirty-One is enough.

It was described in "The Legend of the Northern Hero".

Alex Kalman, the second of the Northern Gods, can sense attacks from behind, and no matter the angle from which he is attacked, it cannot be called a sneak attack.

Therefore, people have been trying to verify this legend for a long time.

To be honest, Alex was very distressed at first.

Because I simply don't have that ability!

How can one detect attacks from all directions... This ridiculous ability is like saying you have eyes in the back of your head, it's just too much.

The reason for this legend is simply that his companions always shielded him from harm.

but.

By the time they realized they were in trouble, the story of the Northern Hero had already spread to every corner of the world.

Even if you wanted to correct it, it would be too late.

Because of this legend, Alex has experienced countless assassinations, ambushes, and plots.

then.

I don't know if it's because I've been through too much.

Alex actually mastered this skill.

"Randolph, I heard that you've been serving as a bodyguard for the princess in the Kingdom of Shilon all these years."

Alexander asked curiously, "Won't you get bored?"

"Hehehe, of course not."

Randolph sat down next to the two of them without hesitation.

“The princess and that person’s child is growing up healthily every day. I can see the shadow of many people in him. Just looking at him makes me feel happy.”

"Besides, wasn't my grandfather also the captain of the Knights in the Kingdom of Asura..."

"Just to correct you, it's the Golden Knights, not an ordinary knight order."

Alex said in a very serious tone.

Randolph chuckled.

My chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) mentality is still the same as before, completely unchanged.

"What has Alexander been up to lately?"

In terms of seniority, Alexander is older.

However, Randolph is older, so we can use the tone of an elder for now.

"I'm practicing Buddhism with my grandmother."

Alexander's face fell when the topic of his recent life came up.

Because of the risk of becoming an apostle of the gods again, Alex handed him over to Atofi and instructed him not to leave the Demon Continent.

then.

Alexander has been in the Demon Continent all these years.

Playing games with my grandmother.

A game where the hero battles the demon king.

Sometimes a hero, sometimes a demon.

To be honest, making a demon king the hero is absurd... but for some reason, Atofi just never gets tired of this old-fashioned game.

Fortunately, Alexander was also constantly honing his martial arts skills during the game.

Today, he has grown considerably.

"The god is dead. Lord Orstide says Alexander can now leave the Demon Continent."

Alex said, "However, it seems that he no longer intends to cause trouble like before."

"Yes... my cultivation is not enough, I will work harder."

Alexander said modestly.

Randolph looked at the handsome young man in front of him and couldn't help but show a surprised expression.

This is really...

As expected of Atofi's great-grandmother?