Jobless Reincarnation: Sword, Magic Hat and Romance System

Chapter 80 Bonus: Beyond Mountains and Seas, the Distance of Longing

My name is Loki Migludia.

She's 40 years old, but looks like she's 14.

Hmm... it doesn't sound good either way.

In short, I am a demon.

So, even though I'm 40, I'm actually still in my adolescence.

So, converted to an adult's age, it is approximately...

14 years old.

Ok.

At 14, I secretly became an adventurer without telling my family.

At the time, I thought this would be a step towards escaping the nightmare of not being able to "speak" and taking a step towards a brighter future.

That's what I thought.

However, since my race's appearance stops changing after the age of 14, I suffered a lot after becoming an adventurer because my hair color was similar to that of the infamous Spelud.

Fortunately, I soon found an adventurer team willing to take me in, and at the age of twenty, I became a B-rank adventurer.

You're lucky.

But good times are always fleeting.

During a magical disaster, my captain died a violent death, and as a result, the adventurer's party was disbanded.

The gruesome scene of his death before my eyes is still vivid in my mind, but when I returned to the Adventurers' Guild to report it, their nonchalant attitude made me realize something.

This is what an adventurer is all about.

I was too naive back then.

Afterwards, I left the Demon Continent and set foot on the continent of Milis.

Her blue hair, which glowed green in the firelight, and her short stature caused me a lot of suffering.

Fortunately, I didn't encounter much discrimination when I arrived in the port town. The local adventurers' guild also helped me a lot, which helped me regain my confidence as an adventurer.

I was very happy after being promoted to Grade A.

This should prove my ability, right?

Sure enough, the next day I was invited to a mission, and the adventurer team said that they couldn't do without me.

Rank A adventurers are still highly respected.

The mission is to disguise yourself as a young girl, infiltrate the circle of a businessman with a penchant for young girls, and investigate his illegal transactions.

This is probably what an adventurer's daily life is like.

I flew into a rage on the spot and was about to refuse, but the group of adventurers offered a price that I couldn't refuse.

Four times the salary.

I agreed.

The costume change went smoothly, but it required frequent costume changes and youthful hairstyles to impersonate a young girl.

I was always ridiculed by my peers.

What? I'm saving people!

An unexpected incident still occurred. After investigating for some time, I was discovered by slave traders, knocked unconscious, and imprisoned in the dungeon.

Thanks to this, I was able to truly immerse myself among the victims.

I broke the window, and at the same time, my companions came to my rescue. We rescued the girls and saw their smiling faces.

I think it was all worth it.

I accepted the guild's request and sent them back to Milcion.

Even though I knew I would face discrimination there.

...I encountered many unexpected situations, and whenever I met someone, I would face all sorts of discrimination.

That was truly a dark experience.

I gradually became less inclined to interact with people.

Later, by chance, he met a fellow villager who invited him to work at a tavern, which allowed him to save up some money. He then embarked on his journey to the Kingdom of Asura once again.

—The teacher's hometown.

He traveled to our village when I was a child and taught me magic, which showed me how vast the world is.

It was because of him that I decided to become an adventurer.

But he left without saying goodbye, and I think he probably didn't want to see me again.

Then, I received a commission—to go to my teacher's home in the Kingdom of Asura to urge him to finish writing "Traveling Around the World".

After much hesitation, I accepted the commission.

At my teacher's home, I talked to him about the past. I discovered that his sudden departure was just a misunderstanding; in his haste to leave, he had explained the situation to his clan and asked them to pass on a message. But, in his carelessness, he had forgotten—

Most of my people communicate through telepathy, and his less-than-fluent demon language might not be understood by them at all.

In short, the teacher continued writing books, and I continued my journey—to Chariah, where I studied at the Magic University for four years.

Then, I left the magic university because the Kingdom of Asura clears out monsters every winter, so there weren't many specific commissions I could accept.

My finances are in dire straits again.

Just then, I saw a knight's family in a remote village recruiting a family magic tutor, paying two silver coins a month.

I stayed there for two years.

The Grerat family was very kind, and I felt a sense of warmth, like I was at home.

I took on my first disciple—Rudeus, a child of extraordinary talent, yet also quite precocious. Over two years, I taught him everything I knew.

I felt very happy living in the Grerat family's home. I felt the warmth of home, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was my second home.

However, where there is meeting, there must naturally be parting.

When I realized that I had nothing left to teach, I still made up my mind to leave that "home".

I need to embrace a broader future. I want to take risks and continue to refine my magic, even if I'm alone.

I have indeed felt the warmth of home, haven't I?

That's what I originally thought.

Until we met in the forest along the way.

A boy.

Although he was young, he was full of masculinity, tall, and had a childlike expression.

We made a promise to go on adventures together in the future.

That.

How far into the future is it?

Luo Qixi blinked, and through the misty haze, a pair of dark gray eyes appeared before her eyes.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a smile playing on his lips.

Luo Qixi looked at the memories in her mind, her slightly indifferent thin lips pursed slightly, her body pressed against the edge of the bathtub, slowly, slowly.

With a splash, it sank into the water.

With the subtle movement of blinking, a ripple spread out before her eyes.

Bubbles escaped from her mouth, drifting among her floating, seaweed-like blue hair, and brushing past her face.

Perhaps due to lack of oxygen, Luo Qixi felt her vision blurring.

All of it is just fleeting glimpses of the past.

Glossy

掠影

Luo Qixi slowly closed her eyes.

With a splash, two hands reached into the bathtub and scooped her out. Luo Qixi should have suddenly woken up, but she just looked at the palace maid who had 'scooped' her out with hazy eyes.

"Miss Luo Qixi! Miss Luo Qixi! You can't stay in hot water with the windows closed for an hour in winter! It will make you dizzy!"

Luo Qixi felt a little dizzy, and then realized why all sorts of memories had been flooding back.

It turned out to be because of lack of oxygen.

The maids hurriedly pulled her out of the bathtub and wrapped her flushed body in a bathrobe.

However, because the bathrobe was too big and the latter was too petite, only her head was showing.

Her damp blue hair clung to her cheeks, contrasting with her flushed face. Only when Luo Qixi's small feet touched the cold ground did she regain some of her senses.

Then, in a daze, I thought of this.

"Luckily, Allen isn't around. If he saw me like this, he'd probably say I was reckless again."

She never imagined that she was taking a shower and how Allen would see her.

The moon hangs in the sky outside the window.

After she regained consciousness.

Perhaps it will be another night of writing letters?

Sugar is for a specific readership.

Those who want to see the plot development can skip ahead.

(End of this chapter)