Jobless Reincarnation: The King with a Mental Problem

【Sword Sanctuary - Trevor Villa - Late Night】

The snow is still falling outside the window.

The fire in the fireplace had been burning for a long time, and the firewood had collapsed, making a soft crackling sound.

Aisha was asleep in the next room. Occasionally, she would turn over and kick the crib railing with her feet, making a soft sound.

Lilia was busy in the kitchen, the kettle bubbling and steaming, accompanied by the light clinking of cups and saucers.

Everything was quiet and as usual.

Except for the king's heart.

A blank sheet of paper lay on the desk, next to a quill pen dipped in ink, the ink almost dry.

Wang stared at the paper for an unknown amount of time.

It's not that I don't want to write, it's that I have too much to write about and I don't know where to begin.

Forget it, when has this king ever been afraid of such a thing?

Take a deep breath, dip your brush in ink again, and begin to write.

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To the witch who seeks the forbidden—Loki:

It is as if we are meeting in person. This letter is for your reference.

I was delighted to receive your letter.

I am living very well in the Holy Land of Swords now.

Here I met the Sword God among the Seven Great Powers, Lord Gal Faleon.

I consider my relationship with him to be pretty good, even though he always beats me up—but I really do deserve to be beaten up, and I always want to tease him.

Well, I guess I saw a bit of Paul in him.

Preconceived notions are really bad.

For example, at first, I thought the Sword God was the kind of illiterate person whose mind was only on swords, and who was the type who had no woman in his heart and would naturally become a god when drawing his sword.

It was later discovered that he was not actually illiterate; although his handwriting was terrible, he could still recognize some characters.

On the other hand, he wasn't the kind of idiot whose heart was only set on swords; he actually cared a lot about his daughter. Although he was a fool as a father, he truly loved his daughter.

That kind of preconceived notion is really bad.

Okay, let's get back to the main topic.

In your letter, you asked about the upper limit of magic output. I've recently done some research on this, and the conclusions might be helpful to you.

Let's start with the conclusion.

According to tests, the magic circuit is both the organ that controls and stores magic power.

Without training, it's just like flesh and blood, merely a storage organ that stores a lot of magic power.

If trained, it will become a control organ.

The precision of control can be trained. However, there are indeed innate differences in the "maximum output" of each person's magic circuit.

This is not a problem that training can completely solve, but it can be alleviated through battle aura. After circulating battle aura, the entire body becomes part of the magic circuit, and the control over external magic will be greatly enhanced.

As for the principle, it is probably that the fighting spirit connects the body into a larger circuit, thereby sharing the load of a single circuit.

It is a fact that Hilfi has surpassed me in the precision of wind magic manipulation. She need not be modest, for I am never modest.

But precision and power are never an either-or choice.

Her problem now is not that she is not working hard enough, but that she has reached the limit of her physical endurance.

Fighting spirit might help her take another step forward, but to truly break through this ceiling, she might need more fundamental methods.

Your next step might be to try cultivating battle qi. Anyway, it won't hurt to give it a try; just treat it as a way to train your body.

As for better solutions, I currently only have some ideas, which are not yet mature and require further research.

Perhaps I can give you a more complete plan when we meet next time.

Besides, that kid Rudy actually relayed what I told him to you guys.

Yeah.

Making the world a better place is indeed my dream.

Regarding the title of Elf Queen Silphie—I have said long ago that she has the qualifications, and now time has proven it.

Tell her for me: what she meant by "catching up with me" is not enough; it should be "standing shoulder to shoulder." The place beside me has never been reserved for followers.

Next is something else.

I hope you, witch, are mentally prepared.

Let's start with the good news.

My mother has agreed to our marriage!

Her exact words were: "I would be so happy if you could marry Xiao Luoqixi."

only......

Something unexpected happened to me; I had a child ahead of schedule, a lovely daughter named Aisha.

Of course! He's not my biological son!

And since you, witch, already know of Lord Paul's great reputation, it won't hurt to reveal some of it to you.

Simply put

That bastard Paul cheated on Lilia with his mother while she was pregnant.

And Paul, in one fell swoop, got Lilia pregnant.

After giving that stinky Paul a good beating, I took Lilia and ran away.

At that time, my mother was still pregnant, and I was worried that she would find out... so I kept it a secret for the time being.

Ugh.

Let's just say it's my selfishness.

But I really don't want to see my mother heartbroken and sad after being betrayed.

I already confirmed it on the way here; Lilia was just… In short, it's all Paul's fault!

It's all Paul's fault!

He is all evil in the world!

As a mature and reliable king, I naturally bear more responsibility.

Even I, the king, cannot bear to watch Lilia and her daughter die.

Now, when I came to my senses, I don't know how I became the child's father.

Ok.

Actually, I probably do know. It's just that when I think back on it, it seems unbelievable.

At the time, I was probably worried that the child would be sad and heartbroken after birth because he wouldn't have a father, so I acted impulsively...

Mainly, I was reminded of some...minor incidents I witnessed in the conflict zone before...

At that time, I was a baby, carried around on Gilead's neck by Gilead.

There was a kid whose nickname was "Bastard".

He was always running around the town, that's what everyone called him, so I called him that too.

There was no intention to insult him; I simply didn't know his name.

He gave me some small gifts, and to be honest, I am very grateful to him.

Later I learned that he really didn't know who his father was, and even his mother didn't know who his father was.

From then on, whenever we met again, I stopped calling him that, not even in my heart. But he looked very disappointed and left with a dejected expression.

Until one day, I heard a hysterical woman shouting in the street, "I shouldn't have given birth to you, you bastard!"

That's when I found out that his mother had always called her own son a bastard.

I don't know what he was thinking when he gave me this gift when I was still a baby, but I feel sad whenever I think of him.

I'm worried that this child will be called that after he/she is born.

Although I am now only a father in name, I have no regrets.

My witch, you can understand, can't you? Understand my love, understand what I love! This king is a man of pure love!

I know you might find it hard to accept at first, but you can also think of it on the bright side. For example, I already have experience in taking care of and educating children.

For example, I will definitely become a better husband in the future.

And—(a line was crossed out here, the ink was thickly smeared, but a few words could be vaguely made out: "Witch, you can have a lovely daughter without having to endure the pain of ten months of pregnancy").

This child's name is Aisha.

really cute.

So cute!

So cute!

You previously said that I only think about myself.

I have also realized my mistake and am now correcting it.

I beg you.

Please don't hate me. I'm willing to do anything I can!

I have made up my mind to take responsibility for this child's life. I just want everyone to be able to smile happily.

(A large crying face was drawn in the bottom right corner of the letter.)

PS: If that girl, Sylphie, dares to treat the title of "Elf King" as a burden, I will not let her off the hook.

P.S.: When you pass through the Kingdom of Shilon, please be careful... never mind... do whatever you want...

PPPS: That ugly smiley face, did you draw it or did Silphie draw it? I think it was Silphie. Your handwriting is so beautiful, you shouldn't be able to draw such a... never mind, I won't say anything more.

PPPPS: I miss you.