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

Chapter 170: Exposed Identity, Boreas' Heart (Part )
Under the gaze of Rudy and Sylphy, Hilda's chest rose and fell, and she took a breath, her words a little disorganized.

"We have taught you the etiquette of the dance and the etiquette after the dance. Now, we should have only one step left, the etiquette of inviting people to dance. This is very simple, so I put it at the end."

She tucked the loose hair that had fallen from her dance behind her ears, looking a little tired from the dance.

"Put your hands in front of you and bow to invite you."

Alice looked at Hilda's expression as she lowered her head, then followed her gaze to the ground.

In his sight, the shoe prints that he had just made were very obvious on Hilda's shoes.

The eldest lady's face suddenly looked a little flustered.

"Did I hurt my mother?"

Hilda smiled and shook her head.

"No. It's okay, Alice. Let me show you how to dance together."

Alice quickly let go of Hilda's hand, her red eyes flickering left and right, but when she saw Alan, who was keeping his head down and keeping silent, her eyes suddenly lit up.

She took a step across the distance between them and grabbed Alan's hand in the stunned eyes of Gileno, Sylphy, and Rudy.

"Ai Alan knows how to dance! I'll ask him to show me how! I can't even touch him during sword practice! I definitely can't step on his feet!"

Then she turned and looked directly at Alan.

The latter looked down at Alice's hand, was silent for a moment, and then spoke.

".Invite me to dance? It's really simple. I've seen it before. Let me demonstrate. My movements may not be very standard. I'll need Madam to correct them in the end."

"Great!"

Amid Alice's cheers, Hilda was stunned for a moment, then looked at Allen and Alice calmly, nodded slightly, and stepped aside to stand beside Sylphy.

The pace was a bit messy.

Several people turned their eyes to Allen on the field.

Including Alice, who was standing opposite Allen.

Alan was silent for a while, then spoke in a way that was still very much in the style of the Water God School, speaking with data.

But his words deliberately emphasized the fact that he was just a bystander.

"The distance between the two people is about 90 centimeters, which is about one and a half steps away from an average person."

Alan just turned his wrist and escaped from Alice's palm.

Take a step back.

The distance is just right.

"Then, bow with the same degree of depth as a normal greeting."

Bend over, 45°.

"Stretch out your left hand with your palm open, at a height that is level with your chin, so that the lady can accept your invitation with her right hand, which is her dominant hand."

He stretched out his hand, palm facing up, and placed it in front of Alice.

"at last."

"Put your right hand on your chest as an invitation."

Open your right palm and place it in front of your chest.

Accurate.

rigorous.

Meticulous.

Very elegant.

"That's probably it, ma'am."

Before she finished the last sentence, Alice's mouth corners suddenly raised.

He suddenly placed his hand on Alan's.

"it is good!"

Then he pulled the stunned Allen, shortened the distance between them, and impatiently began to perform the "foxtrot" again.

The young lady hasn’t had enough fun yet!

And she’s willing to dance with Alan, too!
The latter looked somewhat helpless, but still placed his hand gently on Alice's waist with a doting look in his eyes, cooperating with the willful but adorable little lion.

Just like the compromises made on the roof.

Take a step forward and move.

Dance.

In step.

There was no need to remind him again, this was the tacit understanding that came from the two of them practicing swordsmanship together.

The 'tapping' dance steps sounded again.

Rudy opened his mouth in surprise, and once again lamented that Alan, as a brother, really spoiled Alice.

However, Sylphy looked at the expression of Alice's hair flying freely under her fiery red paint, and she also showed a helpless and doting expression.

Although Alice is older than her, her willful attitude is sometimes like that of a child.

but.
Pretty dynamic, isn't it?

She pursed her lips and smiled.

His face suddenly froze.

"Snapped."

The sound was so slight that it was completely masked by the dancing steps, but it still struck Sylphy's heart hard.

Alice's footsteps were heavy, completely stepping on the sound of 'raindrops', so it shouldn't be audible at all.

But Sylphy still imagined it in her mind.

because.

This "rain falling" is right in my peripheral vision.

Her eyes were looking at Allen and Alice.

But he kept his eye on Hilda beside him.

Sylphy turned her head blankly.

Silent tears flowed from Hilda's eyes, slid down her cheeks, and dripped onto her chin.

Tears formed a line.

Hilda.

In tears.

She stared at the scene of Alan and Alice dancing with a dazed expression.

This is the simplest etiquette for inviting someone to dance.

Alan taught me the right thing.

Absolutely correct.

This is Boreas's unique way of invitation.

but.

Not often used among ordinary nobles.

Ordinary nobles would not put their right hands on their chests at the end, but would keep them behind their backs.

why?
because.

Their family crest is not 'Heart of Iron'.

There is no need to give Boreas' 'heart' to anyone.

Distant memories surged up from the bottom of her heart.

The two people in front of me seemed to have changed.

My eyes travel back in time, from the perspective of a bystander, and fall on that moment thirteen years ago.

It was an ordinary evening.

It was another unusual evening.

Two people dancing in this banquet hall.

It was Philip and myself.

"Why do you put your hands on your chest? That's a bit strange, Philip."

"This is Bereas's unique invitation etiquette."

"Oh? Why is it in this position?"

Philip, who was a teenager at the time and had brown curly hair, raised his eyebrows, squinted his smiling eyes, and his eyes were gentle, with a hint of doting that he could not quite understand at the time.

He said.

"Because, 'Heart of Iron'."

"Heart of Iron?"

"The family crest of the Boreas, Hilda. I invite you to this banqueting room."

Philip raised his finger above his head and pointed toward the sky.

'Myself' looked up in surprise.

In sight.

The sunset glow is hazy and gorgeous.

Silhouette of surging time.

Heart of Iron.

Fly with wings.

Philip's words fell beside his ear.

"I just want to show you."

"The 'heart' of Boreas."

I lowered my head in surprise.

Philip put his right hand on his chest and extended his palm to himself.

Do not put your hands behind your back.

that is because.

He was offering Boreas' 'heart' to himself.

Hilda stared blankly at Alan dancing with Alice.

He reached out and wiped the tears from his face.

Some people worry about gains and losses, subconsciously avoid the facts, and cannot face them courageously.

The possibility is extremely small, but it is a fact that does exist.

In a way that skips the process of careful consideration.

In an unexpected manner.

With lots of luck.

Looking forward to it.

Crashed head-on into her heart.

The girl has brown hair and dark grey eyes. She is a tutor specially invited by Philip and is familiar with the dance steps of the royal nobles.

This is a ceremonial gesture for inviting someone to dance that is exclusive to the Boreas family.

Could it be, an 'ordinary' adventurer?

Will also have
Boreas's 'heart'?

Alan?

Alan Boreas Graylat?

　There is no more four, this plot ends.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)