Jobless Reincarnation: The King with a Mental Problem

[More than a month later - Lilia's perspective]

The snow had stopped long ago, and most of the ice on the road had melted.

Water was still dripping from the eaves of the roadside houses, drop by drop, falling onto the bluestone slabs and splashing up tiny water droplets.

The sun peeked out from behind the clouds, its light so faint that it was barely warm to the touch.

But it's much better than the heavy snow that blanketed the sky a while ago.

My health had almost fully recovered, but Master Trevor still made me stay in the house for a month before letting me go out.

He said, "Don't be exposed to the wind," "Don't catch a cold," and "Don't let it leave any lasting health problems."

How so?

I feel like I'm being overly cared for...

Now that I can get some fresh air, I feel much more relaxed.

I can go to the market to buy groceries and cook some of his favorite foods.

And also running errands for him, like this now.

These things were originally my responsibility...

But he refused my request to continue working as a maid.

So what am I, anyway?

He himself said he didn't know about our relationship...

We didn't exchange many words, didn't chat much, didn't exchange many pleasantries, and didn't explain much...

When he was pregnant with Aisha, his face was full of worry...

I'm so scared...

Because I know he's very strong.

They are not only strong in terms of physical strength, but also in terms of mentality and survival skills.

Although he was bullied by Lord Gar every day, he was the kind of person who could live as he pleased without relying on anyone.

But I'm different...

He's the only person I can rely on now...

I was so scared then, scared that he would find us too much trouble and leave us...

I know the chances are slim, he's not that kind of person, but I'm just afraid...

Because he didn't ask anything of me...

He even refused the position of maid, saying that all I needed to do was be a good mother.

He doesn't want anything in return, so I don't know when he'll stop this behavior.

—Household chores are fine as they are, just do them casually.

These are his exact words. That's what he said, but I still can't bring myself to be the one being taken care of without feeling at ease.

I always want to do more housework, and he always lets me rest more...

I was even more afraid on the day Aisha was born.

Because I don't know how he will view this child...

after all......

Even if it's a real father...

There are also many people who don't care about their children...

Moreover, it's... in name only...

I know I'm worrying unnecessarily.

That day, when he was hiding from me and the children, standing outside the door and not coming in, my heart sank.

Then......

That night, he gently held Aisha and sat up all night.

I stared at his face for a long time, the firelight from the fireplace reflecting on his face and in his eyes.

That face was full of tenderness, happiness, and determination...

It was as if I had made a vow to myself.

That's so enviable...

Seeing his expression towards Aisha put my mind at ease.

The person who can be loved by him must be the happiest person in the world.

After all, he's not like Paul.

He's the kind of person who keeps truly important promises in his heart and then works wholeheartedly towards them.

So I believed it.

We believe he won't abandon us.

I believe he will make Aisha happy.

Believe that his statement, "What I have, she will also have," is not empty talk.

I still don't know what kind of relationship we have, but at least... I hope I can do as much as I can.

Just like now...

Please pick up a letter for him while you're at it...

Take a deep breath and quicken your pace.

The villa's gate is right in front of you.

The diapers that were hung out to dry yesterday were still hanging on the fence, a white expanse fluttering in the wind like flags of surrender.

I pushed open the door, and the yard was empty.

He was not by the sword rack, nor was Aisha in the cradle.

Sounds came from inside the house. They were very soft, like talking, or like playing.

I walked over, stood at the door, and watched him playing with Aisha.

The young master lay on the bed, with Aisha nestled beside him.

He was gently poking Aisha's tummy with one finger.

I poked her once, and she made a "gurgling" sound; I poked her again, and she made another "gurgling" sound.

"Call me Dad."

"Gurgle." (Dad)

"It's not 'Guga,' it's—Dad."

"Giggle giggle." 'It's Daddy.'

"It's not 'guggag,' it's—Daddy."

"Goo goo ga ga." (That's Daddy.)

"Sigh...coo coo coo..." Meaningless...

The young master's shoulders slumped, as if he were sighing, or perhaps laughing.

"Giggle?" Aisha tilted her head—what did that mean?

"Gurgle gurgle gurgle." Still meaningless...

"Goo-ga-ga-ga-ga?" Aisha tilted her head again, her eyes darting around.

"╭(╯^╰)╮Hmph! I thought you were so smart..."

The young master tapped the tip of her nose with his finger, his tone disdainful.

Oh no! Young Master is disappointed in Aisha!!!

"Goo? Caw caw!!!"

No! Little Aisha seems to have sensed what the young master meant, and she's angry!

She patted the young master several times with her little hands, then turned and crawled to the other side of the bed!

How could this be?

Aisha, are you really an idiot?

What should I do?

What is the young master doing again?

He patted Aisha's butt from behind!

Aisha lost her balance and buried her face in the blanket...

Aisha just stayed there, completely still...

It's over...

She must not like the young master anymore...

What should I do?

The young master actually patted Aisha's sticking-out butt again.

Won't this make the relationship worse?

But Aisha got up...

Are they going to break up?

Eh?

The young master simply raised his arm, and she climbed back into his lap...

Then the young master placed Aisha against his chest...

Aisha pressed her face against the young master.

The young master pulled his arms around her, encircling her.

Her small hand gripped his collar.

They embraced each other...

Then......

Go to sleep......

I stood at the door, clutching the letter in my hand, unsure whether to go in or back out.

What should I do?

Who is the abnormal one?

Never mind... never mind...

Maybe I really am an idiot...

I'd better go cook first...