Jobless Reincarnation: The King with a Mental Problem

"Gilead!"

"Lord Cyrenus!"

"Gilead's sister!"

Still no movement... Well, let's try this trick.

"You idiot Kyrie Irwin!!!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a gust of wind appeared behind him.

Before he could even turn around, the Shadow Lord was lifted up like a kitten being grabbed by the scruff of its neck, offering no resistance whatsoever.

I met the eyes of a dark-skinned, gray-haired orc girl.

"Who are you again? You smell familiar."

"Hahaha... It's me, Trevor. You even held me when I was little. Senis asked me to..." Before he could finish speaking, he was silenced by her enormous breasts. "Aaaaaah—"

"So it's that kid from back then." Gigliotti shook me expressionlessly. "Paul's dead, right? So you've come to me for help? If that's the case, why didn't you just let me take you with me from the start?"

I forced myself free from those enormous breasts and took a deep breath: "Unfortunately, Lord Paul is still alive."

"Tch..." Kyrie Irving curled his lip, turning his gaze to Loki. "So, who is this?"

"My magic teacher, Lokishi Migrudia," I kicked my leg, "can you put me down now?"

"Wait a little longer."

Kyrie Irvine changed to supporting me under my armpits with both hands, stretched out his arms and lifted me far away to look at me, then shook me like he was holding a kitten.

I offered her the snacks I had brought. Kyrie Irvine finally put me down to free her hands and took the bag.

She yawned, turned and walked into the yard: "Come in."

Gilead led us into a spacious living room.

"Sit down." She plopped down at the low table, casually put the bag of cookies aside, and then let out a big yawn.

Luo Qixi and I sat down opposite her. Luo Qixi sat upright, her hands on her knees, like a tutor coming for a job interview. I, on the other hand, sat cross-legged, arms crossed, trying my best not to look like a cat being dragged around by the neck.

"Paul is still alive." Gilead rested his chin on his hand, staring directly at me. "And Senis? Is she still alive?"

"Of course they're alive." I nodded. "They live in the village of Buena now. Paul is a knight, and Senis is a doctor. They also have a younger brother who's two years younger than me. They're doing quite well."

"Oh," Kyrie Irvine replied expressionlessly, and remained silent for a moment.

"Why doesn't that bastard come to see me in person?" she suddenly asked.

It's here. I sighed inwardly.

"Probably... he's afraid you'll kill him." I carefully chose my words, "After all..."

"The worst of the worst!" Kyrie Irvine's voice rose, grabbing a teacup from the table, intending to smash it but holding back. "He just left like that, not only cursing us but also taking all the money from the party! If it weren't for that, I wouldn't be reduced to eating monster excrement and getting poisoned! Just thinking about him makes me angry!!!"

"Lord Paul has always felt guilty, but he doesn't know how to face you."

This is a lie.

"Paul would be a fool to feel guilty! I'm stupid, not dumb! Humph!" Gigliotti turned his head away in a huff, then asked after a while, "Where's Senis?"

"She asked me to bring some cookies—you know, those." I gestured toward the bag of cookies. "She said Kyrie Irvine loves these."

Kyrie Irvine looked down at the bag and remained silent for a long while.

"...Sene is an idiot too, to actually fall for such a scumbag." She muttered, reached for the bag, tore it open, grabbed a cookie, and stuffed it into her mouth.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Loki sat quietly to the side the whole time, like an exquisite statue. Her gaze shifted back and forth between Kyrie and me, her eyes carrying a subtle emotion of "Should I not be here?"

"Um..." she finally couldn't help but ask, "Miss Kyrie, what was Trevor like when he was little?"

Kyrie Irwin chewed on a biscuit, tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Very well-behaved. But she cries very loudly. And she suckles very hard."

"Sucking milk?" Luo Qixi's face flushed slightly.

"Hmm." Kyrie Irvine nodded expressionlessly. "I tried to feed him. I couldn't. He couldn't suck it out, and he cried even harder. Otherwise, he's quite adorable."

"Let's not go into details about this..."

Luo Qixi's expression had changed from a "polite smile" to "suppressing laughter".

Her lips twitched slightly, her eyes narrowed into two crescent moons, and she looked like she was trying her best to suppress a laugh.

"Laugh if you want to," I said expressionlessly.

"Pfft—" Luo Qixi couldn't help but cover her mouth.

Giren looked at her, seemingly not understanding what was so funny. She simply picked up another biscuit and popped it into her mouth.

Just then, the living room door was pushed open.

"Gilead, I heard we have guests?"

A man's voice came from the doorway.

I turned my head.

A man with squinty eyes stood in the doorway. His brown hair was neatly combed, and he wore a well-tailored dark green coat. His face resembled Paul's somewhat, but with softer features, and a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth, giving the impression that he was "plotting something."

—Paul's relative, Alice's father, and the mayor of this city.

What was it called again...?

"Lord Philip," Gilead stood up and bowed slightly, "is Paul's son... and his teacher."

"Oh?" Philip's gaze fell on me, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. "Paul's son? Trevor Greirat? I know you."

"Indeed." I stood up, hands behind my back. "I am Trevor Grellatt, the King of Shadows. My father is Paul Grellatt, and my mother is Senis Grellatt. I apologize for this intrusion."

Philip paused for a moment, then laughed.

"Interesting." He walked into the living room, sat down in the seat Gigliotti had given him, crossed his legs, and said, "That idiot Paul managed to raise a son like this."

"Although my father isn't particularly intelligent, he's quite dedicated when it comes to educating his children."

"Really?" Philip tapped his fingers lightly on his knee. "Trevor... Paul praised you a lot in his letter. But I didn't expect to send a six-year-old like you on such a long trip. It seems you're no ordinary six-year-old."

"Of course I'm extraordinary; I am the King of Shadows. And I'm not traveling alone; I have a reliable witch with me, aren't I?"

The air fell silent for a moment.

I think I heard Luo Qixi picking her toes.

But looking back now, if Luo Qixi hadn't blushed, it would have ruined my image...

Philip stared at me for a few seconds, then turned to Loki: "Miss Loki, I've heard so much about you. Your 'Thunderous Rain Cloud' is legendary among magicians."

"I don't deserve such praise." Luo Qixi stood up and bowed slightly. "I've only just realized how vast the world is; before, I was just a frog in a well."

Could this politeness be any more perfunctory?

"You're too modest." Philip smiled, then looked at me again. "Trevor—can I speak with you alone?"

The air fell silent for a moment.

Luo Qixi glanced at me subconsciously, her eyes filled with a question.

I nodded slightly.

"Then I'll wait for you outside." Loki stood up and followed Kyrie out of the living room.

The door closed.

Only Philip and I were left in the living room.

Philip leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped on his knees, and smiled at me.

"Well then, Trevor—let's talk."

"What would you like to discuss, Lord Philip?"

He didn't answer immediately, but instead picked up the teacup on the table and took a slow, deliberate sip. After setting the cup down, he tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table—the rhythm was neither too fast nor too slow, as if he was carefully choosing his words, or as if he was waiting for me to make the first move.

They're political players; they can even use silence as a weapon.

"I've heard about you," Philip finally spoke. "Paul mentioned you in his letters. More than once."

"Father, you flatter me."

"He's not the kind of person who would 'praise' someone falsely," Philip chuckled. "I know that guy—everything he says is the truth."

I didn't respond. Once the pleasantries were over, there would definitely be more to the story.

Sure enough, his next sentence veered off to the main point.

"Treff, do you want to be a real king? Not some child's play?"

"Of course I've thought about it. I think about it every day."

First, he smiled. Suddenly, his next sentence veered off to another topic.

"Trevor, have you seen my daughter?"

"...Miss Alice?" I thought for a moment. "No. This is my first time at Roya."

"That's a pity." A glint flashed in Philip's narrowed eyes. "She's about your age, just at the age where she needs playmates."

playmate?

"You mean 'potential candidates for political marriage'?"

"You're certainly clever. But what I mean is—" He leaned forward slightly, "would you be interested in becoming Alice's magic teacher?"

The air fell silent for a moment.

Sure enough, he's an old-fashioned politician, with only one mind—to win over, form marriage alliances, and cultivate power.

Even though Paul nominally severed ties with the Grellatt family, he didn't lose that surname.

According to the principle of primogeniture, Paul should be the head of the Grellatt family.

Children who inherited the name Paul Greirat, and children who inherited the name Philippe Boreas, would indeed have some value in the eyes of the nobility.

How boring...

"You flatter me, Your Excellency." I shook my head. "I am going out to gain experience, not to settle down as a governess."

"It can be just in name only," Philip's smile remained unchanged. "Just come to Roya for a few days occasionally and teach her a few spells. The payment is negotiable."

In name only? Then "occasionally" becomes "frequently," "staying for a few days" becomes "staying for several months," and finally it becomes "Your daughter is really lovely, how about we become in-laws?"

I picked up the teacup in front of me and took a sip—the tea had gone cold, which was just what I needed to wake up.

"Sir Philip," I put down my cup, looked him straight in the eye, "I have a question."

"Please speak."

"Can this make me king?"

Philip paused for a moment, clearly not expecting me to ask that.

"..."

Don't promise what you can't give.

I stood up, walked to the wall, picked up a long sword hanging there, and drew a section of it—the blade reflected the candlelight, its cold gleam blinding.

"Status, money, noble titles," I sheathed my sword and put it back in its place. "These things are not reasons to become king."

"What is that?"

Philip's smile finally faded a little.

"The four noble families all have their own armies, so why don't they kill the king and take the throne themselves?"

Philip then began to answer my questions.

"Because it's impossible. It's not like no fool hasn't tried. But the Suijin-ryu Dojo has been in the capital for generations, and the royal family has taken most of the talented swordsmen under their wing. Before the king's Suijin-ryu guards, the army's morale collapsed. And the king refuses to govern the country alone, which is why he needs us nobles..."

I turned around and interrupted Philip's speech, deliberately ignoring the important point he had made.

"Isn't it clear to you?"

Still don't understand? Let me explain it more clearly.

"The king possesses the nation's most powerful military apparatus, then delegates minor powers to others to work for him. You are within the rules he establishes based on reputation, interests, and bloodlines. Some people come close to power, which leads them to mistakenly believe they possess it. Do you have the power to break free from these rules and become the king who sets them?"

This is a high-magic otherworld, where power is the only reason to be king.

Hmm, it seems you understand. You're not some kind of idiot, but there's still one question...

"You didn't recruit Gilead just because you like orcs, did you?"

"..."

Philip did not answer.

No way... Could it really be like that?

Let's skip this topic.

"In this world, there is the saint Milis, who can cleave the Holy Sword Path with a single sword strike. There is the hero Ars, who single-handedly pushed back the demonic front. There is the demon god who can unleash a devastating attack on the Lingus Sea. Even now, there is the Ankylosaurus King in the heavens, monitoring the entire world. What I need is even greater power, to become the one who sets the rules."

Philip remained silent.

His squinty eyes widened slightly for the first time, revealing the color of his pupils.

"...Are you serious?"

Of course I'm serious.

But... important things don't need to be said, just done.

"Never mind, just take it as a child's joke." I walked back to my seat and sat down again. "Your daughter doesn't need me to be her teacher. But my brother Rudius should be able to handle it."

Philip stared at me for a long time, seemingly trying to determine whether what I said was true or false.

"That child who's even younger than you?"

"Age doesn't mean anything," I said calmly. "His talent is no less than mine. Although..."

I paused, and the corners of my mouth turned up slightly.

"But he's Paul's own son. You should feel more comfortable using him than I do."

Philip's fingers stopped tapping.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and remained silent for a long time.

He was so long that I thought he was asleep.

"...Since that's the case," he finally spoke, his voice a few decibels lower than before, "I've fought for this for so many years, and indeed..."

"But it's not something you can just let go of." He opened his eyes, a complex emotion swirling within them. "However, I'll consider your suggestion."

"That's good. But let Rudy grow up a bit more."

The atmosphere is getting weird, let's change the subject.

"How exactly did you and Gilead meet?"

"Hahaha~"

Philip scratched his head and laughed awkwardly, then moved closer to me.

Do you really want to know?

"Of course I want to."

"Alright." Philip sat up straight. "This has to do with Paul."

Then Philip winked at me, as if to ask me to guess.

"Could it be... that they're... hunting down Paul?"

"That's right! Back then, Paul stole their team's savings, and Gilead was furious, so he chased after Paul all by himself. But because he was illiterate and couldn't do math, he lost the money. He was thirsty and hungry along the way, and finally ate monster dung, almost getting poisoned to death. At the last second, my wife and I found him."

There are so many things to complain about, I don't even know how to start complaining.

"puff!"

No, I can't hold back anymore.

"Hahahahahaha!!!" x2

"How did Gilead give up the pursuit?"

"Of course, it was me tipping them off, along with the cookies and apology letter from your mother. Otherwise, relying solely on Paul's words... tsk tsk tsk."

Philip shook his head as he spoke.

"I see. If it were just based on Paul's words, I might not have a father, and Senis might have been left a widow."

Senis's apology letter must have been sent to other people as well, which is why her former friends still went to great lengths to help her after she disappeared in the original work.

Sigh... I've laughed enough, it's time to go back.

I stood up. "If there's nothing else, I'll go first—"

"etc."

Philip gestured for me to sit down.

"You just said that this trip is for training. Where exactly are you going?"

"Head west to the sea."

"The seaside?" He thought for a moment. "Perfect timing. I have a commission to deliver someone to Donadi."

A ride-sharing service delivered right to your door?

"and then?"

"That's all. I just wanted to know how things went."

......

When I walked out of the living room, Loki was sitting on the railing in the hallway, holding a cup of hot tea that she had somehow gotten her hands on. Kyrie was sitting with them, eating Senis's cookies.

"Finished talking?" Luo Qixi jumped off the railing and walked up to me.

"Um."

"What did he want from you?"

"He wanted me to be his daughter's tutor," I said, standing with my hands behind my back. "But I refused."

"You refused?" Luo Qixi blinked. "Why?"

"I don't have time to waste." I looked up at the faint stars in the night sky. "Besides—his tyrannical daughter will just end up with someone else."

"Who?"

"Rudy."

Luo Qixi paused for a moment, then smiled.

"You're such a good brother."

"I just think that kid is too much of a homebody and needs to get some fresh air," I said without changing my expression. "Besides—I picked up a job on the way and went straight to 'Donadi Territory'."

"Wait—when was this decision made?"

"Just now."

"You rascal..." Luo Qixi sighed, "Fine. Is this what it feels like to have someone back you up as soon as you step out the door?"

Gilead walked over from the yard, still eating a biscuit in his hand.

"Are you leaving?" she asked.

"Hmm. I have things to do tomorrow." I opened my arms. "Want a hug?"

"Hmm." Kyrie Irvine lifted me up by the armpits and shook me. "...Next time you come, bring Senis."

"I will tell her."

As we walked out of the courtyard, we heard Gilead's voice behind us.

Trevor.

I turned around.

"Don't be like Paul."

"...I will try my best."

After walking a distance, Luo Qixi finally started to talk to him.

"Mr. Paul is such a hateful person..."

"There's nothing I can do. I brought this on myself. If I want forgiveness, I guess I'll have to kneel down in front of you."

[Information Now Available for Public Release: Kingdom of Asura]

The Kingdom of Asra possesses the best territory in the world, with vast plains suitable for cultivation, and is surrounded by the natural barrier of the Crimson Dragon Mountains.

Having survived several wars between humans and demons, it did not suffer much damage because it was a major rear area for humans and had the natural barrier of the Crimson Dragon Mountains.

Moreover, every time a crisis occurs, a hero appears and turns the tide.

Therefore, it is one of the few countries with a long history.

The name of the hero Ars became the name of the royal capital, and the Ankylion Calendar was also established to commemorate the achievements of Ankylion King, one of the three heroes.

The kingdom has five territories.

The Asura royal domain is the location of the royal family and the national capital.

The territories of the four superior noble families are known as the "Guardians of the Four Directions".

These are the Fitoa, Milpotz, Usl, and Donadi territories.

These four territories are comparable in size to other countries, making them veritable states within a state.