Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation: Succubus Sword God? I don't recognize it!

Chapter 105 This is probably the strength of the Northern Saint and the Sword King
Alan looked at Gileno who was right in front of him and laughed happily.

Even the violent energy from the pursuit and fighting just now was swept away in an instant.

It's really not because of Boreas's bloodline.

But the one in front of him is the genuine Sword King of the Sword God School.

Finally, I don’t have to learn swordsmanship from Brother Paul, whose sword speed is not as fast as mine.

What a big victory.

Of course, in addition to this, there is also the influence of the original plot factor "emotion".

Alan blinked and looked at Gileno in the swamp at eye level.

She has chocolate-like skin, unkempt gray-black hair draped over her shoulders, an eye mask on her face, and a pair of straight erect ears on top of her head that make her look very energetic.

Even though the opponent was now soaked and looked very disheveled, he still looked very fierce.

As for her body, she was wearing a very revealing leather jacket. It was exactly the same as the original anime, but it did not make Alan have the slightest sexy thoughts.

Because this sister's arms are almost as thick as Allen's calves, and her height is also very sturdy, which has nothing to do with the feminine features exposed under the leather jacket.

At this time, half of the opponent's body was stuck in the swamp, but he was able to look into the eyes of Alan who was half-squatting.

All this information leads to one thing.

That is.

Gilenu is a very powerful swordsman of the Sword God style.

Um.
So Paul is really awesome.
Even now he couldn't even catch Allen's Silent Sword.

It doesn't hide the fact that he is awesome.

Gileno silently looked at Alan, whose expression kept changing and was very interesting, from his face to his body, and then to his hand that always held the knife. A hint of admiration flashed in her eyes, and she spoke in a muffled voice with a low and steady voice.

"Alan, it's almost exactly as expected."

Alan blinked.

"As expected?"

Gileno looked at him in silence for a moment, opened his mouth to say something, but finally closed his mouth and changed the subject.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help. Yelling like I did just now to get Judd's attention was the best option I could think of."

Alan looked at Gileno's stern face and smiled.

"It's very effective and helps a lot."

The smoke and dust swayed in front of Alan's eyes.

[Instant mission - Philip's intentions and the people behind the scenes have been completed.]

[Participation score, rising! ]

[You have already figured out Philip's intentions, and you have also made your own judgments about the changes tonight, the assassination hidden behind the fake kidnapping, and the people behind the scenes.]

[As for the extra variables you brought, why do you need Gilenu's help to 'raid the battle'? ]

[Who is in the swamp now? And who killed Nakuljad? ]

[Beishenliu was promoted to Saint level. 】

[I think there is nothing better than killing two Saint-level swordsmen of the Northern God Stream within an hour as a proof of 'promotion', right? ]

[I believe that your Master Ye, who wants to take you away from the Shui Shen Liu Dojo and is known as the Second Bei Shen, will not be stingy with his praise for you. ]

[Even though he was somewhat casual in granting ranks.]

[Evaluation: You are truly a genius when it comes to your ability to respond to situations. The door to the Qiba Sect is always open to you.]

【It was Bei Er who said it, not me. 】

The corners of Alan's mouth twitched slightly.

The level of Beishenryu swordsmen varies greatly, and Bei Er, who promoted the Qiba School, is almost entirely responsible.

As long as you have solid basic skills and excellent practical "ideas", even a funny guy with mirrors tied all over his body can be awarded the title of Northern King. The system's evaluation level is based on the average level of the entire level to judge strength.

It's not surprising that he killed two sword masters and became the Sword Master of the Northern God School.

Because there are too many sword masters.

Even the Northern King has nearly forty people in this world?

You know, there is only one Sword King. It's quite outrageous.

Gilenu would shed tears when he saw it.

Gileno did not shed tears. She just looked at Alan's palm which had been spread out for a long time, reached out and placed her hand on Alan's hand, and then replied very sincerely and somewhat incomprehensibly.

"A lot of help? No, not at all. Are Miss Alice and the others okay?"

Alan broke free from his chaotic thoughts when he heard this. He blinked and subconsciously grabbed Gileno's hand.

"Fortunately, I have dealt with the kidnappers. They are all..."

As he spoke, Alan's palm was completely clasped with Gileno's. The other person's hand was bigger than he expected, and the skin was very rough, reminding him of a stubborn stone on the roadside that had been exposed to wind and sun for many years.

It also contains enormous power.

He is indeed a sword king with many years of experience.

Mmm. Huge power.
Um.
Fuck!! This is too strong!!

The thought was still flashing through his mind, and Alan subconsciously wanted to exert force. However, just now he cut a few pieces of wood and laid them out from the edge of the swamp in order to show off. Now there was swamp water flowing under the boards, so how could he have the feeling of being completely grounded?

as predicted.

With a crisp sound, the wooden board under Alan suddenly shattered, and he was dragged into the water by Gileno, whose body weight was three times his.

Alan quickly jumped out of the mud and water, and then he understood why Gileno was unable to move.

There was no fulcrum in the mud and water, and the four-legged technique could not be used in this situation. The lubricant filled in the red ink was smoother than expected, which made the relative force meaningless. He fluttered twice and found that his body did not move.

Only then did she determine that Gileno's ability to not sink was in line with her ability to control her fighting spirit.

The rain hit Alan's body, and he watched the broken trees and planks in front of him rise and fall with him.

Silence fell.

Joining him in silence was Gileno who was standing beside him.

She looked at Alan, whose head was covered in mud and looked completely different from the divine soldier he had just descended from the sky. She hesitated for a long moment before she slowly spoke.

Still apologizing seriously.

"Feel sorry."

".Don't be sorry. The rain will dilute the lubricant after a while."

"I tried it. It's OK. When I was trapped in the middle of the fight with Judd just now, I could clearly feel the power. But he released more red ink, so it's hard to judge now. If they still have a breath, maybe I can ask them."

Alan looked at the two heads neatly stacked on the ground at the shore of the swamp and swallowed hard. He couldn't tell for a moment whether Gileno's serious words were a deliberate joke to him.

Turning his head, Gileno looked at the two heads on the shore with a serious face.

Alan swallowed hard.

"Don't worry about them. The dead cannot be resurrected. What about the dosage? How much red ink did the other party throw the first time? Do you still remember this?"

"Several times. I don't know the exact number."

".Ah. Then can you roughly estimate the time from when you were trapped to when you could feel the force?"

"Well, let me do the math."

There was a long silence.

"Sorry, I don't quite understand."

Alan looked at the broken wood in front of him, which was exactly the same as his mood. His lips parted for a long time before he uttered a word.

"6."

　I polished the last chapter again, around 7:, so the logic should be more comfortable and the transitions should be smoother.

　　But I still feel like what I wrote is a mess. It seems that I have been in a bad state these two days.

　　The next chapter will be finished, it will be quite late, everyone should go to bed, it should be around 12 o'clock according to the schedule.

　　I will try to have a good sleep tonight, and pick up my form to start the story of the tutoring period. There won't be so many conflicts in a short period of time, and it will be more about sword practice and emotional drama.

　　I guess everyone is tired of watching such frequent conflicts.

　　Thanks! Sorry!
　　I hope everyone is in good health!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)