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

Chapter 190: Father and Son, Boreas

Chapter 190: Father and Son, Boreas
The impassioned words collided with the cold wind and fell into the ears of the two people.

Sauros withdrew his hand, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and he turned his head to look straight at Allen.

If it wasn't Allen who came to the tower today, or if it wasn't just Allen, but Rudy, Sylphy, Gileno, or even Alice and Philip, he wouldn't have spoken like this, so sincerely.

This is not just a spontaneous 'shout'.

It also includes expectations and education for Allen.

Because among the two generations, Allen was good enough to suit his taste and was excellent enough.

Every time Li'er mentioned it, tears would well up in her eyes. The figure who assassinated someone and returned with the head on a rainy night made Gileno, who was already the Sword King, pale in comparison. He broke the situation with force completely without any reason.

On the way back, he immediately killed Thomas, whom he had a grudge against, when they met for the first time. Under his intentional drive, he broke the deadlock in the fastest and most decisive way with his murderous nature, mind, and means.

Alice's excellent theoretical knowledge of swordsmanship even allowed her to advance from a low-level swordsman to a high-level swordsman in less than a year.

The wooden ladder at the bottom of the tower is the only one that is regularly repaired. Its 132 steps symbolize the glorious ascent of 132 generations.

Can Alan himself extend it to the 134th level?
This is Sauros's purpose.

This was the reason why he wanted to tell Allen about his "Boreas Iron Heart".

However, his expectations were dashed.

In sight.

Alan just looked at him calmly, his expression normal, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Very indifferent.

No one expressed their opinion, no one echoed me, and no one cheered with me.

The expression on Sauros' face disappeared. He squinted and looked at Alan deeply. A hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes. He turned his head and continued to look out the window.

On top of the tower, the shouting was blown away by the cold wind.

It was as if it had never come out of his mouth.

moment.

Sauros sneered and didn't look at Alan again. He just waved his hand casually to drive away the stubborn young man.

"Go ahead. I know what you want to do, but I won't agree to your request. The tradition of Boreas is in my hands. If even the family rules are changing, how can we talk about 'heart of iron'? How can we be worthy of the 132 generations of Boreas ancestors? How can we be worthy of this territory that has been passed down from generation to generation?"

"Although you are excellent, I still don't see the 'iron heart' of Boreas in you."

"A duckweed without roots is like water without a source."

"It's tasteless to chew, but a pity to throw it away."

He paused for a moment, and the lord's demeanor returned to him again. He spoke like a almsgiver, as if the person standing next to him was not his grandson, but just a passing adventurer.

"Keep struggling, there's always plenty of time."

"Think about it carefully, take a good look at what Boreas's iron heart is. After all, you are still young and can afford to waste time."

"Go ahead. I'm tired."

"When you have figured it out, come find me here and I will arrange for someone to send you back to the capital."

“That’s your stage.”

Sauros didn't look tired at all, but he ordered them to leave. But after waiting for a while, he found that there was no sound of footsteps.

Alan still stood beside him.

He frowned and looked at Alan.

The cold wind blew in from the window.

Unlike the boy's expression of reluctance that he had imagined,

Alan actually raised his eyebrows, with a smile on his face, and stared straight at the "orb" outside the window.

Then he spoke.

"Boreas's iron heart is nothing more than a breath of ambition, but your ambition is high enough. If you climb high, you can see far, and you can look at the past and the future calmly."

"Unfortunately, I don't like to stand too high. It makes me feel uneasy. I like to solve the urgent problems first, and then look to the future."

"As for the past?"

"I don't have a 'past'."

Sauros narrowed his eyes when he heard this, his expression gradually becoming unhappy, and Alan's leisurely voice continued to float into his ears.

"So I, who am currently just standing on the ground, would like to ask you a question."

"Since you have taken a high-level view and focused on the entire Boreas's spirit, it is considered Boreas's iron will."

"So."

"Being down-to-earth, simple, direct, and paying attention to the details, can this be considered Boreas's iron heart?"

It had been a long time since Sauros had been argued with in this way. He looked at Alan twice, turned his head to look out the window, and sneered.

"Just tell me if you have something to say. Don't keep me in suspense. You have the same bad habit as Philip."

Alan smiled as he heard this, as if he had thought of something pleasant, and almost smiled slightly, which really made him look like Philip.

He glanced sideways at Sauros.

"I want to ask you something."

"Repaying kindness with kindness, and repaying evil with justice, does that count as a 'heart of iron'?"

Sauros narrowed his eyes.

“Of course.”

But halfway through his words, he was stunned and immediately turned to look at Alan, staring at him.

But Alan just looked at the magic ball of the big transfer space-time rift hanging in the air outside the window.

No longer meet his eyes.

He restrained his smile and spoke in a very calm tone.

"Whether I have what you call Boreas's 'heart of iron', I don't know." "But one thing I know very well."

Alan stretched out his hand, pointed his finger at the big transferred 'magic ball' in the air, then moved his arm horizontally and pulled his finger to the west of the sky.

That is the direction of the royal capital.

The unfinished words fell.

There is absolutely no sign of "weakness".

Portions are plentiful.

With a strong smell of blood.

"I think you may be overthinking it. I don't need any permission from you, nor do I need you to break the so-called tradition of Boreas, Lord Sauros."

"I just need my hands."

"Hold my knife."

"Just a gentle wave."

"Kill James."

"Then all problems will no longer be problems."

As soon as the words were spoken, the tower fell into deathly silence.

Sauros stared at Alan.

"He is your father."

"I don't have a father. I'm just an adventurer. Where would I get a father?"

"Reckless! Stupid! Don't even mention you are a saint. Even if you are a king, you killed the minister in Asura's capital. Can you survive?"

Alan seemed to have heard something funny. He smiled again and spoke very quickly.

"You can think so, because you are in this position. If I say that if I kill him, not only will I not die, but I will live a more comfortable life, you will definitely not believe it."

"So you can continue to think so, but"

Alan tilted his head and looked directly into Sauros' eyes.

Word by word.

"With all those Beishenliu trash raised in the Boreas Mansion in the capital, I wouldn't need to strike even one more blow at the same person even if I killed my way through the entire mansion."

The two looked at each other.

In Allen's eyes, Sauros's expression was clearly visible.

He wasn't angry.

Just looking at Alan quietly, studying him, examining him.

It was like getting to know Alan all over again.

After a long time, Sauros finally spoke again.

In a calm tone.

It was completely different from his usual tone of voice which emphasized aristocratic demeanor.

With the same 'warrior style' as Allen.

Rough, simple and direct.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Don't dare."