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

Chapter 153 Sylphy's model changing clothes tutorial. I heard someone skipped class?

In October, there is often fog at night in Fitoya.

Although the commodity economy of Roya City itself is very prosperous.

However, the overall economic model of Fitoya Territory is still based on farming, resulting in the fact that most of the area around Roya is endless farmland or economically profitable fruit forests.

The fog rolled in from the countryside, climbed over the towering city walls, and spread into the city of Roya.

Even though Roya was bustling with people coming and going early in the morning, the fog could not be driven away for a while.

If the ridge of the Red Dragon Mountains is its proud head, then the forest beneath it is its beard.

What's beneath this?
It is a hilly terrain.

Like the sharp claws of a red dragon, it climbed across the entire territory of Fitoya.

The lord's mansion was built based on such a "claw".

It rained this morning, the 'claws' were towering, and the mansion seemed even colder than other places in Roya City.

So outside the window.

It was a misty autumn morning.

"Sylphy! Alice is skipping class again!"

Sylphy stood up and listened to Rudy's collapse and shouting. It felt like a very 'serious' topic, but her face did not look anxious. She just slowly pushed away the chair behind her and walked towards the door.

Bare feet stepped on the carpet, leaving indentations on the soft carpet that slowly recovered.

There was a creaking sound of rebounding - the carpet was replaced by the beast maids yesterday with a soft texture similar to animal fur in late March or early April. After the arrival of summer, it was replaced with a hard fabric blanket that facilitated heat dissipation and has been discarded.

The carpet that was replaced is also new.

So Sylphy chose to take off her shoes at the door last night and walk barefoot on the carpet.

Very comfortable.

But when she was halfway there, she suddenly stopped.

Her eyelashes fluttered and her reddish-brown eyes moved downward.

She was still wearing the soft, comfortable silk pajamas made of fine material - these were the ones Hilda had given her before autumn.

Sylphy turned around.

Two steps.

Go to the closet and open the door.

On the left were various kinds of skirts, but most of them were white in color and made of different materials. There were long-sleeved dresses with fine stitches sewn by Norda at home; there were moon-white long skirts given by Hilda; there were those bought when they went shopping together. However, Sylphy finally stopped Alan from fulfilling his promise and offering all ten skirts at once.

That's what it says.

"Alan, you can send me one every once in a while. After all, there is still a lot of time left."

At that time, Alan looked at her and was obviously stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Then I watched her eyes move from a blue skirt to a white skirt next to it.

Choose, buy, pack.

Alan paid the bill and followed the others, carrying large and small bags.

Alice seemed to find this very interesting, and naturally and smoothly hung the things she bought on Alan.

I have to say, it fits quite well.

It seems that Alan is a natural 'clothes hanger'.

Sylphy blinked, and the scene and thought that suddenly appeared in her mind made her smile slightly. But then she thought of Alan's current situation, and the smile that had just appeared disappeared instantly.

She placed her hands on the long pajamas with a cat-ear hat and a distinctive Bereas-style pullover.

Pull the corner of the clothes and lift it up.

At this moment, the window was clearly closed, and the mist and rain outside the window seemed to flow into the bedroom through the gaps in the window.

It was foggy and rainy in the early morning of autumn.

It's humid and hot.

A layer of fine, dense, transparent sweat beads oozed out of her skin.

While the skin was exposed to the air, the skin on the thighs was pinched by the edge of the pajamas and paused for a moment.

Then, sweep across the slightly undulating hips.

Take the sweat away with you.

Sylphy pulled her pajamas off her head, and her long ears trembled in the air.

She turned her head and glanced out the window, feeling the sultry early morning heat.

She put her hand on the skirt that Allen had given her in Buena Village.

Because the fabric is thinner and harder, it is cooler. Sylphy took the clothes off the hanger and put them on her head very skillfully.

Let go.

The hem of her skirt fell in the air in front of her legs.

Swinging up and down, the hem of the skirt, which used to reach the knee, has moved up ten centimeters and turned into a short skirt.

She didn't stop moving.

She stretched her legs and put on the same pair of lace-up leather shoes as Alice's.

Bend over and fasten the leather buckle.

He stood up, gathered his slightly messy white hair, and walked out the door.

This series of actions takes a total of time
Less than ten seconds.

If it was ten months ago, Sylphy would have hurriedly grabbed a set of clothes, changed quickly and went out.

But after ten months of etiquette lessons and the "Ladies' Tea" every few days, she now moves efficiently and quickly, yet naturally with a hint of elegance.

The door opened with a creak.

The classroom directly opposite.

There was only one 'student' who looked the least like a student sitting at the desk.

I was looking down at the reading and writing homework that Rudy left for me yesterday.

His brows were furrowed.

The cat ears are propped up on the head with great energy.

It's Gilenu.

Sylphy glanced at Gileno, sighed softly, and turned her head.

In sight.

Rudy leaned against the wall, his hands spread out, his face helpless, and poked the empty classroom with his chin.

"Look, you've skipped class again. But why did you get up so late today, Discipline Committee Master?"

Sylphy blinked. After being influenced by Rudy for ten months, she gradually understood this word that Rudy had "created" from nowhere.

A role in the classroom used to calm down a naughty child who is running wild in the classroom.

It's a bit like a classroom version of Maid.

Rudy looked at Sylphy's expression, and instantly realized what she was thinking, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He was astonished when he heard Sylphy's explanation for the first time. He didn't expect that the Discipline Committee could be transformed into a maid?
Rudy was about to explain, but Alan, who was standing beside him, high-fived him with a look of sudden enlightenment and a slightly exaggerated tone, "So this is what the Discipline Committee meant! I've learned something!"

OK, classroom maid.

Then let’s be the classroom maid.

Alan's expression is quite interesting.

Haha, the ‘stupid’ natives of the sword and magic continent.

Sylphy's voice sounded, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"I didn't stay in bed, Rudy. I was reading the letter that Li'er sent this morning, so I was delayed for a while."

"but."

"If Alice isn't here, there's no need for me, the Discipline Committee, to stay in the classroom... After all, I'm a teacher, not a student."

Rudy's mouth twitched when he heard this.

"At the beginning, we agreed that we were all 'students' and had to attend classes together. Now you are following Alan's example. If you continue like this, there will be no one left for the reading and writing class!"

After the words fell, the two looked at each other.

He sighed at the same time.

This is not the first day that Alice has skipped classes.

That's why Sylphy is so skilled.

And where was Alan?

Alan is practicing swordplay.

In the name of leave.

OK.
The fact of skipping classes.

　I wrote a long and beautiful scene. Cool!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)