Reincarnation with AI (Unemployment-Free)

Chapter 69 Living Under Someone Else's Roof

Led by Thomas, the three headed toward the room assigned to Rudius.

Kyrie Illya stayed by Alice's side, as her duty was to protect the young lady.

The room wasn't far away. Thomas opened the door, and Philip and Rudius went inside.

The furnishings in the room all looked very high-end.

That large bed, big enough for two adults, is really a luxury to let a child sleep in it.

At home, Rudius always slept in a separate small bed, so small that an adult couldn't even stretch out their legs.

The bed and other furniture are decorated with intricate carvings, giving them a very exquisite appearance.

The curtains and bookshelves look brand new; they're very beautiful.

This setup isn't for hired staff, is it? Am I being treated like royalty?

The only drawback is that there are no roof beams here—but that's asking too much.

Rudius withdrew his gaze from the ceiling and pondered a solution—he felt that such a large bed could be lifted up and used to block the doorway.

"How is it? Not bad, right?" Philip said, pulling up a chair and settling down comfortably.

Thomas stood at the doorway, waiting for orders.

"Yes, that's excellent," Rudius replied affirmatively.

"Haha," Philip said politely upon hearing Rudius's praise, "I'm glad you're satisfied."

"Is it permissible for a private tutor to live in such a luxurious room?"

"How could that be?" Philip waved his hand in denial. "After all, Paul and I are cousins, so of course we wouldn't let you stay in such a shabby room."

"So, tell me about your plans for the future?" Philip gestured for Rudius to sit down, jokingly adding, "Are you really only planning to teach Gilead?"

"Ah, no," Rudius quickly denied, then sat down next to Philip and continued, "I made this decision because I remembered what Uncle Philip said, that Girenu is Alice's favorite teacher."

"Oh?" Philip asked with interest. "You already have an idea?"

"Hmm, I have some ideas."

"Explain in detail."

Rudius organized his thoughts and said, "Since Girenu is Miss Alice's favorite teacher, if Girenu shows a strong desire to learn, Miss Alice will also be interested, right?"

Strangely enough, Gilead was the only adult Rudius knew who did not "disdain" children.

She might get angry when Rudeus asks common-sense questions, but she wouldn't have any negative feelings about asking Rudeus, a child, to be her teacher.

Even Senis or Paul would have a "disdain" for Rudius, but because of the halo of genius, this disdain was much weaker than that of ordinary parents.

Is it fair to say that being constantly treated as an "idiot" isn't all bad?

"I don't think it's that simple," Philip said, denying it.

Rudius didn't immediately refute, but tilted his head and thought for a moment, then looked up at Philip: "May I ask what the young lady is interested in? Preferably something related to Gilead."

"What's related to Girenau is adventurer-related topics, right?" Philip replied without thinking for long. "She ended up dying a violent death in the streets because she was constantly being cheated."

"What if we use the topic of adventurers to guide the young lady?" Rudeus asked tentatively.

"Tell me more about it."

"For example, if you want to become an adventurer, you need to learn to read and do arithmetic. You can also ask Gilead to tell you about the difficulties you encountered in these things."

"Oh~," Philip said knowingly, "that's a good method."

After saying that, Philip changed the subject, reminding him, "However, this isn't over yet. How do you plan to resolve this?"

Philip is right. Given Alice's personality, today's conflict is just the beginning.

She wouldn't easily accept a "tutor" younger than herself, even with Kyrie Irvine as a buffer.

"Are you referring to the young lady's pride?" Rudeus countered.

"Excellent. For your age, just realizing this is quite impressive," Philip said, clapping his hands lightly. "So, how do you plan to resolve this?"

"I plan to start by building a relationship with my classmates."

"classmate?"

A look of confusion crossed Philip's eyes as he realized he couldn't understand what Rudius was saying.

"Because Kyrielight is a beastman," Rudeius explained, "so I can also consult him in the language of the beast gods."

In this world, the orcs also have their own language.

"Excuse me, is Miss Alice interested in the beastmen?" Rudeus continued to ask.

"Oh~!" Philip smiled. "It seems you also like beastmen. No wonder you're of the Grerat family bloodline."

Philip's praise of the orc's smile was the most "genuine" smile Rudeus had ever seen him display.

"Of course Alice likes orcs too, after all, she's one of our family's children," Philip said. "And so what? So what if they're classmates?"

"I think it's not necessary to become a tutor. Even as a classmate, I can help the young lady with her studies," Rudeus said earnestly.

"Hmm?" Philip stroked his chin, pondering Rudius's words.

By not focusing on her identity, Alice's pride can be protected, which is a very clever approach and quite suitable for a child's identity.

"Classmate—?" Philip repeated the word, concluding, "So, you want to use learning the Beast God's language as an excuse to be on equal footing with Kyrie, so that Alice won't see you as her teacher, but rather as a learning partner?"

"Yes." Rudius nodded. "The young lady has a good impression of Kyrie Irvine. If she sees that Kyrie Irvine is willing to communicate with me, or even take the initiative to teach me things, her aversion to me should decrease."

Once our relationship improves, I will teach her to read and do arithmetic in a "mutual assistance" manner.

This way, her self-esteem won't be hurt, and she can still achieve her learning goals.

"Then let's do it your way." After giving his approval, Philip added, "Is there any other help needed?"

"Hmm—" Rudeus looked at the empty desktop and asked, "May I take a look at the teaching tools?"

"Tools?" Philip called towards the door. "Thomas! Go and fetch the teaching materials."

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"Yes, young master." As soon as he finished speaking, Thomas's footsteps faded into the distance.

Rudius glanced towards the door, then picked up a glass from the table and asked, "Uncle Philip, would you like some water?"

Without waiting for Philip's reply, Rudius cast a silent water spell, filling the glass in his hand.

"Oh?" Philip made a sound that was hard to believe, then continued, "It seems what Paul wrote in his letter was true; you are just as excellent as he described."

Rudius smiled politely, wondering what kind of god his father had praised him to be so outstanding.

Rudius handed Philipp a glass of room-temperature water and then made himself a glass of slightly iced water.

After taking a sip of water to moisten his throat, Philip asked, "Should I say hello to Giriano?"

Rudius downed half a glass of ice water in one gulp and replied, "No need, but if Miss doesn't agree, I'll trouble Uncle Philip to ask him to do the same."

As Alice's bodyguard, Kyrie Irwin naturally had to stay with her.

This is also the basis for Rudyus's ability to use Kyrie Iris to get close to her.

However, teaching Gilead would essentially restrict Iris's movement; Rudeus couldn't possibly teach Gilead while simultaneously following behind Iris.

At this point, Alice, feeling impatient, might tolerate this behavior out of affection for Kyrie Irwin, but not by much.

This could very well disrupt Rudius and Kyrie II's communication.

However, if it was under his father's orders, then Rudeus would have no problem teaching Gilead; at most, Alice, unable to bear it, would run out of the room and wander around the yard.

If Alice were to beat up Rudeus, Rudeus wouldn't be afraid as long as the butler wasn't around to watch.

"You've really thought this through," Philip said with a wry smile, shaking his head. "Now I understand why Paul praised you so much in his letter."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than footsteps sounded outside the door.

Thomas pushed open the door and entered, carrying a stack of things: books, parchment, several quill pens, a board filled with sand for practicing writing, and a board for practicing arithmetic.

"Young Master, the teaching supplies have been brought."

Thomas arranged the various items on the table one by one.

Philip added, "If you need anything else, you can just ask Thomas."

"Okay," Rudius nodded.

Although Rudeus had never seen many of the items on the table before, he knew how to use them at a glance.

For example, a wooden board used for practicing writing.

Simply fill it with sand and you can write on it; smooth it out after use.

Paper is very expensive in this world, and even nobles would not use it for children to practice writing.

When Rudyus was a child, he would just find a twig and write on the ground.

Of course, it wasn't that the family couldn't afford the plank; it was just that Rudius learned it too quickly.

In addition, the water magic that doesn't require chanting allows Rudeus to practice writing on the table with water droplets, so he has never used this thing.

Genius is always manifested in many ways.

One glance at the child who writes with water droplets from his fingertips is enough to understand his extraordinary nature.

Seeing Rudius silently examining the teaching materials, Thomas reminded him, "Young Master, it's almost time for dinner."

"Really? We've finished our business." Philip stood up and said, "Let's go, Rudius, let's go together."

Rudius looked away from the table, nodded, and followed Philip.

After Thomas closed the door, he quickly walked a few steps to catch up with the two men.

This time, Thomas didn't need to lead the way; the three of them walked back along the corridor they had come from.

Rudius silently observed his surroundings and casually inquired about the exact location of the restroom.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Thomas greeted Rudius, saying, "Young Master Rudius, this way please."

Upon hearing this, Rudius followed Thomas to the dining table and then stood quietly to one side.

Philip went straight to the dining table and sat down in his seat.

The dining table was very much in line with Rudius's impression of it—the kind of long, aristocratic table.

However, it appears to be two rectangular tables put together, covered with a white tablecloth, with a metal three-headed candlestick standing on the table.

Wooden plates and metal cutlery were already laid out in front of Philip.

After Rudius stopped, he looked around and saw that Girenius and the butler with a monocle and graying hair were also standing there.

No one spoke, and no one sat down.

If that's the case, then my current position is that of a retainer?

That's true. After all, this isn't our own home. As nobles, there are certain rules to follow.

Because Paul and Philipp were cousins, Rudius received better treatment as a result.

However, Rudius did not officially hold a noble status; as a tutor, it was only natural for him to stand aside and wait for his master to have his meal.

The restaurant was quiet.

Rudius looked across at Philip, where a beautiful noblewoman was sitting quietly, maintaining her manners.

This must be Philip's wife.

She also had long, bright red hair, but her face gave off a slightly cold feeling.

She wore a black hair ornament that Rudius didn't recognize, and pearl earrings.

She wore a dress with a low neckline, and the pearl necklace around her neck seemed to radiate light, complementing her delicate skin perfectly.

Rudius's gaze followed the necklace, eventually settling on the shores of happiness.

Under the oppressive and accentuating influence of her aristocratic attire, her already ample bosom was further highlighted, and those full breasts in the northern hemisphere deeply attracted Rudius's gaze.

I really want to bury my face in it!

Oh no—Rudeus was momentarily distracted by the other party and quickly looked away.

It's impolite to stare at someone like that.

As Rudius entered, he noticed the gazes of her and Alice, who was sitting next to her.

At the time, they only glanced at me briefly and didn't pay any attention.

Rudeus's gaze involuntarily drifted over again. If Senis were still a noblewoman, would she wear clothes like this?

It must be beautiful.

Compared to Senis's completely closed and wrapped style, or Gilead's completely exposed style, there is no doubt that this semi-revealing aristocratic clothing, specially designed to highlight feminine charm, looks more alluring.

"Thump thump thump." Heavy footsteps sounded.

Shoros strode over and sat down in the main seat, the chair groaning in symphony.

The maids immediately brought the food and then stood by.

Behind each of Sauros, Philip, and his wife stood a beastwoman.

It should serve three people separately.

Rudius observed the maid, a woman with yellow hair and long, large rabbit-like hair.

A cat with black hair, just like Kyrie Irvine, and quite large.

One of them had gray hair and dog ears that were different from the other two, perched on his head and still quite large.

Behind the maid outfits, you can see the orc maids' fluffy tails.

This household truly only has beast-race maids, and without exception, all of them are very large.

Rudius almost forgot that this was also a fine family tradition of the Grerat family.

The room remained quiet, except for one person making a sound.

Listening to the sound of Sauros chewing, Rudius's gaze drifted to the window.

The square window frame is divided into smaller, even squares, and each small square is further divided by a circular frame, making it look like an expensive window.

After a moment of distraction, Rudius, feeling somewhat bored, turned his gaze back to the dining table.

Philip and his wife, as always, observed aristocratic etiquette and sat quietly in their seats.

Only Sauros was eating at the table.

This is also aristocratic etiquette, isn't it?

Rudius saw Alice lying on the table, staring intently at the bread in front of her, like a cat ready to launch a surprise attack at any moment.

Just then, Rudius heard a noise beside him and turned his head to see that Girenau's vest had slipped down and was now hanging limply over his elbow.

The old, cunning Girenaus leaned forward, staring enviously at Sauros as he ate, his slightly open mouth seemingly drooling.

Rudeus stared at Kyrie Illya with his mouth slightly agape—perhaps the best way to win over this Sword King was to feed him?

How do you say that?

Orcs will never be slaves?

Unless it includes meals and accommodation?

After a brief moment of surprise, Rudeus looked around again and found nothing interesting, so he shifted his gaze from the window back to Alice.

She was still staring at the bread, like a kitten poised to pounce.

Looking at her bright profile, Rudeus suddenly recalled the scene when they had just met—

Based on information from my previous life, upon actually seeing it, I could sense a very obvious difference.

That is, appearance—that is, visual impression.

Her beautiful bright red hair, paired with her clean and neat makeup, was quite different from the image Rudeus had imagined.

Shouldn't all these kinds of kids be dirty?

However, a nine-year-old child who is extremely willful will not notice these things.

She is able to maintain such a beautiful appearance because someone helped her.

Rudius recalled his thoughts about Sylphie.

Is it protected inside the glass enclosure?

Yes, isn't it precisely because of the indulgence of her grandfather and parents that she developed such a willful personality?

Isn't that proof that's being protected?

Philip probably thought it didn't matter that Alice was illiterate, couldn't do math, couldn't use magic, and was willful and violent.

He felt that, as a father, he could pave the way for Alice's future.

If that's the case, why force your daughter to do things she doesn't like?

Do I have to stand by and watch the other person eat, just like I am now?

Rudeus was somewhat afraid when he first met Alice.

Of course, it wasn't Alice who was afraid, nor was it the butler who was considered untrustworthy.

After some analysis, Rudius realized that the person he was actually afraid of was Philip.

If he did something to Alice, would Philip stand idly by?

What Rudius truly feared was the feeling of having no family members to rely on.

This feeling of being dependent on others.

Sauros casually picked up a tablecloth to wipe his mouth and said, "That's enough."

Rudius was drawn to the sound and looked over.

Alice, like a dog on a command, said "Yay!" and quickly reached out to pick up the bread.

Philip and his wife slowly removed their hands from their laps, preparing to eat.

Realizing that they still had to wait for the family of three to finish eating.

Rudius thought helplessly.

Today was really long.