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

Chapter 197 Luck
"It's okay."

Sylphy looked into Alan's eyes. She was silent for a moment, then shifted her pupils to look at the necklace that fell into Alan's collar next to his neck.

blinked.

Suddenly he smiled.

".As long as I can help Alan, that's enough for me."

"I'm very lucky."

Sylphy was stunned for a moment, the smile on her face disappeared, she widened her eyes and raised her head.

Alan was looking into her eyes, focused and serious.

Repeat again.

emphasize again.

Afraid that Sylphy might have missed something.

"I'm very lucky."

Sylphy looked at Allen's face for a while, then shifted her eyes to the side. The setting sun shone on her long ears, making them tremble.

heartbeat.

Missed the shot.

The inexplicable feeling of panic worsened.

She sniffed.

"No need to repeat it a second time, I heard it."

"I'm very lucky."

Sylphy suddenly became flustered. She raised her eyes and briefly "bumped" into Allen's. Her face suddenly turned red and she quickly waved her hands.

"I! I'm going back to bed! Ai! Goodnight Alan."

After saying that, she opened the door and was about to flee, but just as she was about to step into the door, she stopped.

Turning to look at Allen.

Because there was no response from Alan, who usually would respond immediately.

At this time, in sight.

The setting sun shone on Alan's face.

He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to look at Sylphy.

"Good night."

"!"

Sylphy quickly turned her eyes away from Alan, slipped into the room, and closed the door behind her.

Hold your breath.

Leaning against the door panel.

After a while, there was a sound of a door closing outside.

Only then did she let out a long sigh of relief.

Then he covered his face with his hands and squatted down.

But still couldn't hide the blush on her face.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally stood up and took some unsteady steps.

First, he suppressed his steps and moved forward.

Then he started to walk briskly.

Finally, just run.

He jumped up, his white hair flying.

She threw herself onto the bed and rolled around.

——The bed in Boreas’s house was very soft and warm, completely different from the hard bed in Buena Village’s house.

Even though it has been nearly a year, I have been rolling around in bed every night, sleeping on a bed that I would never have dared to think of a few years ago.

Occasionally, she would feel a sense of unreality, but every time she had this thought, a new thought would immediately emerge in her mind to suppress this feeling.

He had not abandoned himself in the village of Buena, where Alan had brought me.

He lives next door, just separated by a wall.

Every time I think about it.

The unreal becomes real.

She buried her head in the quilt for a long time, almost suffocating, before she suddenly raised her head, showing a vigilant expression and listening attentively.

There was no sound of Alifa knocking on Allen's door today.

She raised the corner of her mouth and nodded.

I got up, jumped off the bed, walked to the table, moved the stool away, and was about to start writing in my diary.

Beautiful things need to be recorded.

So that you can review it frequently in the future.

But at this moment, Sylphy's expression froze slightly.

There were candles on the table, which were lit by the beast maids who came in to help light them during the afternoon discussion. The room service at Boreas was very good, especially after the maids realized that their status was obviously beyond that of ordinary tutors.

Every day at 5 o'clock, one hour before nightfall, someone would come to help clean, make the bed, and change the sheets. They were very disciplined, never touched any personal belongings, and were well-trained.

At first Sylphy was very uncomfortable, but when she saw that Alan and Rudy didn't have any special reactions, she gradually got used to it.

Then why are you still surprised now?
because
In her sight.

A piece of letter was lying quietly on her desk.

The room service time is also the time when the maids collect and sort the letters and place them on their respective desks according to the recipients.

This is the letter I just received. I didn’t put it here when I left home this morning.

Sylphy blinked.

Upon closer inspection, the Shillong postmark on the envelope is clearly visible.

Loki's face appeared in her mind.

Just for a moment.

He forcibly pulled out from his mind the image of Alan looking up at him, the words they spoke, and the gentle look on his face.

Sylphy was stunned for a moment and sniffed subconsciously.

His eyes dropped and he was silent for a moment.

The corners of her mouth trembled for a moment, and finally raised up.

A smile appeared.

It was exactly the same smile Hilda forced when facing Alan.

He reached out and slowly took the letter in his hand.

He murmured, as if he was talking to Luo Qixi who was far away in the sky, or as if he was trying to "convince" himself.

"Teacher, even without your encouragement this time, Lu Fei is still working hard. I am tenacious."

"The last time I wrote a letter, I felt like the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing. I cried and begged the teacher to come over, but I stood up again. Isn't that amazing?"

She placed her finger on the seal of the envelope.

"This time the situation is so serious, I think the teacher should come over. The letter will definitely state the time, but Lu Fei has already succeeded."

"But if the teacher comes, Alan will surely be happier."

"I also."

“Very happy.”

As she spoke, Sylphy tore open the letter bit by bit with a smile on her face.

The seal of the letterhead is very short.

It took Sylphy a long time to tear it open.

It was as if as long as he didn't tear up the letter, he wouldn't have to go all the way to the point where he had to make a choice, and he could keep looking at Alan.

It seems that as long as you don't tear the letter,
"Sizzle."

The letter was torn.

Sylphy looked at the opening of the envelope, only took a glance, and then dumped the letter on the table.

"It's okay, Sylphy is lucky enough."

As she spoke, she just touched the edge of the letter with some reluctance, and then opened it.

The candles licked the air.

The sun sets over the horizon.

The handwriting jumps off the paper.

The air was silent.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

ten seconds.

"Clap."

Water drops fell on the letter paper, breaking the silence.

Afterwards, more water drops fell down continuously.

"Clap, clap, clap."

"woo"

Sylphy, who was smiling just now, had covered her face with her hands without her noticing.

Tears kept dripping down my fingers from between them.

Sprinkle it on the stationery on the table.

Wet each word.
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Dear Luphy.

It's you who is next to Alan now.

It is you who is accompanying him.

Some things are indeed difficult, but you have taken the first step towards success, right?
Maybe, before this letter of mine arrives, you have already made a second or third attempt.

Why do I always doubt my own resilience?
these past few years.

Every letter.

Every line of words.

I saw it all.

I have seen your growth.

Things are there, even though my past results may not have been obvious.

But, I think
Lufei, you may have misunderstood something.

About Alan.

It’s also about your own judgment.

You could be more resolute.

You can also be more confident.

How do you know that you are not on the right path?
Lufei.

I wasn't with Alan.

You have to help me take good care of him.

Also, I remember you once said you envied the necklace I gave to Alan.

I bought it for you recently.
No, I made one for you.

Yes, I also made that necklace for Alan. Please don’t despise my craftsmanship.

And my original intention was to send it to you along with your letter.

But think about it.

I think I should give it to Alan first.

I think
Let him put it on you himself.

Please don't refuse.

after all.

You, Alan, and me.

We are a 'team of adventurers'.

Isn’t it? —
If a smile does not mean happiness.

Then tears are not necessarily sadness.

The meaning of 'Adventurer Team'.

Sylphy knew it well enough.

Because she had written it in her diary too many times.

She had thought about it too many times in her heart.

This time.

She was 'lucky' enough.

　I revised one hundred and nine chapters, and I should have written “It doesn’t matter” at the end, but I don’t know why my brain suddenly went haywire and I wrote such an impolite logic.

　　My brain is overloaded again today. The diary entry was too difficult to write. There were too many corresponding contents before and after, and my brain is already burning.

　　Most of the content of Roxy's letter in this chapter has already appeared before, but it only costs 1 cent, so I shouldn't be criticized, right?
　　Tomorrow's chapter will be about the banquet. (I really can't write anymore, sorry ==.)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)