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

Chapter 216: Green plum, sent from heaven.

The distant mountains have imprisoned the setting sun.

Alan stepped out of the tower.

When it is almost night, there is still a hazy light lingering in the air, stubbornly chasing the night and coating the inky earth with a thin layer of blue halo.

Alan tilted his head and looked at the gate of Boreas's mansion in the distance.

A white line appeared on the street, and its trace was slowly disappearing amid the sound of carriages. The wheels of the carriages crushed the last of the light.

Alan blinked and looked up.

it's dark.

The big magic ball of transfer hanging in the sky flashed just before Allen's eyes, and then was covered by the night and disappeared.

He glanced at the tower beside him. The tower extended into the sky, only two meters, and suddenly broke off from his sight in the night.

The voice in my heart followed my line of sight and suddenly sounded at the break.

'A continuation of Boreas?'

"You were determined to continue Boreas, but you died in the last round because of this obsession. This round"

'What will be the result?'

Alan squinted his eyes and looked at the mottled water marks at the bottom of the tower that were almost invisible in the night.

But suddenly he smiled.

"Sauros, it would be more reassuring if you were to take care of the continuation of the family line, wouldn't it?"

Footsteps were heard in the distance, approaching quickly through the night, and were about to come behind Alan.

His senses had already caught the approaching footsteps behind him. He just shook his head slightly, and without looking at the person, he moved aside.

It just happened to miss the cat's tail that accidentally swept towards the side.

Li'er walked past him, bringing with her an evening breeze that smelled similar to musk. She bowed slightly as a greeting and was about to reach out to open the iron gate when she stopped.

Turning her head, her long, straight dark brown hair swayed in the wind, dyed into long, straight black hair by the night.

She blinked and looked at Alan, who raised his eyebrows in surprise, with her cat ears folded on top of her head.

"Master Allen, are you leaving Boreas?"

Alan was about to go back to the classroom to start the etiquette class taught by Hilda herself, but he stopped when he heard this.

"Yes, please take good care of my mother in the future."

When Li'er heard this, she covered her mouth and smiled, but her eyes were a little surprised.

"You're joking. This is Li'er's job, but didn't you come here to ask the master to take the lady away? If it was Master Allen who proposed it, maybe it would be helpful, right?"

Hearing this, Alan looked at her and once again admired the control that this Sauros's pillow playmate had over Boreas.

"The road may be a bit bumpy and inconvenient, and the royal city may be noisy. In short, it's not suitable now."

Li'er blinked when she heard that, then suddenly walked closer and looked up at him.

"it's a pity."

Her height was only up to Alan's shoulders, her cat eyes followed her raised head and stuck to Alan's face, her tail swinging at her side.

The next sentence made Allen stunned.

"You are leaving now, and Alifa has not been able to sleep in your bed even once. It's really useless."

Alan curled his lips in embarrassment, speechless about the head maid Li'er's premature bet. Then he saw the other party getting closer and closer, and the smell of perfume mixed with musk poured into Alan's nostrils. Alan subconsciously leaned back slightly to keep a little distance from her without leaving a trace.

"But at the moment, it seems that there were some errors in my judgment."

She leaned close to Alan's face, cupped her hair with one hand, and pressed the front of her maid outfit, which was just the right height, not too big or too small, in front of her body, and looked up at him teasingly.

"It seems that Master Allen doesn't particularly like petite girls, but Miss Sylphy just happens to be a petite type."

Alan's face froze, "?"

And Li'er had already leaned close to Alan's ear, with the tip of her tongue sticking to her mouth, making a sweet tongue-twisting sound.

"If you are interested in my type, then tonight, no, you may not be free tonight. Tomorrow night, or the night after tomorrow, any night before you leave will be fine. If you need me, you can come to me anytime, and you can bring Alifa with you. This is not instructed by the master or Master Philip, but my own idea~"

"Please consider this. If you leave like this, and if you never come back to Boreas, both Arifa and I will be sad~"

""

As soon as she finished speaking, Li'er turned around and walked into the tower with a teasing voice, and the iron door closed with a creaking sound.

Alan was left with a confused look on his face.

He was stunned for a long while before he helplessly pinched his temples. This scene reminded him of the first day he came to Boreas, when at night, there was an awkward scene in the room where maids wearing various specially made maid outfits stood in a row for him to choose from.

"What kind of messed up expansion type is this? Can we draw any rules from this?"

He shook his head in confusion and walked towards the classroom mansion.

"There are so many monsters in Boreas, would there be even more in the capital?"

"."

".Should be."

The footsteps faded away along with the sound.

"If things go well"

"The capital is over. Let's go see Qixi."

".It has to be."

"Learning"

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"What etiquette lessons are you taking today? Did the lady leave you any message yesterday? Sylphy Greylat?"

".Rudi, if you say that again, I will freeze your mouth with Frost Nova."

"? If you wanted to freeze it, you would have done it a long time ago, right? I see you're enjoying it too. Wait!!"

The crisp sound of ice breaking echoed in front of the classroom window.

".Calm down! Sylphy!"

Sylphy watched Rudy casually use the blowing magic to throw the ice spear in his hand out of the window, and then she moved to the edge of the table in full readiness. She took a deep breath and looked across the table.

The person sitting opposite was not Alan.

Alice, with her red hair, was tilting her head, her hair like paint pouring down on the table.

He lowered his head deeply, supporting his chin with one hand.

Very quiet, very sweet, and with an expression of deep concentration and meditation that was totally unlike the little lion's usual demeanor.

She really looks like a lady.

As for the complexion
Hmm. The sleeping face is very peaceful.

Sylphy breathed a sigh of relief, but then looked at Alice with a distressed expression.

Alice has been very excited since she learned the Silent Sword yesterday. Unlike Rudy, who turned pale the whole night after returning to Boreas and went to bed early, the sea of ​​blood and mountains of corpses in Whiting did not leave a deep impression in her eyes.

The proof of this is that she immediately demonstrated the Silent Sword in front of everyone. As the blade silently pierced the air, her eyes became brighter and brighter, and the distracting thoughts in her mind became fewer and fewer. At the same time, some insignificant memories were also shattered in her mind by the wind from the sword.

Then he didn't even make it to the etiquette class last night, and he had already squandered all his fighting spirit.

Etiquette classes were naturally cancelled.

Fortunately, Gileno had warned her in advance about the fencing class in the afternoon, so she calmed down a little. But even so, she was still very tired. She sat upright at the table, tensing herself up to stay awake.

But this state of wakefulness was accompanied by subconscious imitation of Alan's posture, and after touching the "pillow", I fell asleep not long after.

Sylphy blinked, turned her eyes away and looked to the side.

Alan was resting his chin in exactly the same position as Alice.

He was randomly drawing circles on the paper on the table with a pen.

As if he was unaware of what was happening around him.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

Sylphy blinked, the etiquette class was about to begin, and Sylphy had been struggling for a long time over whether to wake up Alice. You said to wake her up, the child did look quite pitiful, and you couldn't bear it. But if you don't wake her up, the lady will be here to start the class soon.

Even the ice knife just now was largely due to shyness, but in fact, part of the reason was to wake Alice up.

But for now.

The effect is cooling.

Thinking of this, she looked at Gileno for help. The latter pretended not to see it, and looked seriously at the notebook in front of him, muttering something.

"At the banquet, we start with the soup. The most delicious fish soup requires you to pin the tablecloth to your collar before eating. But I don't have a collar. Where should I pin it?"

Sylphy glanced at the leather bra that filled Gilena's chest:
He immediately shook his head and turned to look at Rudy with a threatening expression. The latter looked panicked, as if to say, "Wake up Alice? Me?" and quickly retreated away.

Sylphy shook her head again and could only turn around and look at Alan who was thinking with his head down. However, after a moment of hesitation, she resisted the urge to ask him to wake up Alice. She thought for a moment.

She carefully lifted her foot, stepped on the edge of the chair, and stood up. The hem of her white skirt softly spread over the edge of the table, and as she moved, it meandered along the smooth surface into the distance.

Sylphy leaned over, placed her hands on the table, and gently approached Alice's face, using her hands as a megaphone to call her softly.

"Alice, wake up quickly. Madam will be here soon."

Alice: zzz
Sylphy:
She blinked in confusion, leaned forward a little, and was close to Alice's ear. Just as she was about to speak, her whole body suddenly stiffened and her pupils suddenly contracted.

He shook his head suddenly, but it hit Alice on the head!

The latter's eyes widened with a start, and he stood up with a bang! He spoke at the speed of light!
“I’m not asleep!!!”

The sound was deafening! Everyone except Allen turned to look at Alice.

But the next moment, the expressions on Rudy and Gileno's faces froze at the same time, and even Alice herself suddenly broke free from the shame of being exposed while sleeping.

Everyone turned their eyes to the table.
White-haired girl in white dress.

Sylphy's ears were flushed red. She covered her forehead with one hand, and leaned over the table, covering her forehead with one hand and supporting the table with the other hand.

He was motionless, frozen on the table like a sculpture.

The straps of the skirt left two tiny red marks on the sculpture's white porcelain shoulders.

The waist of the skirt slides over two arcs from the waist of the sculpture and squeezes onto the tabletop.

The upper edge of the skirt softly spread over the edge of the table, piling up clusters of floral folds on the tabletop.

The bottom edge of the skirt was pressed against the corner of the table while kneeling, causing the raised arc under the waist and back to lift up the skirt.

Then a pair of hands pressed on the hem of my skirt and pressed on the skin on the back of my thighs.

Whose hand?
Allen's hand.

At some point, the hand that was supporting his chin had moved away from the side of his face and was pressed gently against the edge of Sylphy's skirt.

At the same time, he did not raise his eyes, but just looked down at the exercise paper that was scribbled by himself, and said casually.

"If you lean forward again, you'll be exposed."

These words seemed to bring Sylphy back to her senses. Her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly moved down from the table, tiptoeing to the ground. Alan naturally withdrew his hand and continued to rest his chin on his hand in deep thought.

Then Sylphy sat upright in the chair like an elementary school student, with her hands placed naturally on her thighs. She looked at the wooden texture on the table with forced calmness, her heart beating along with the curved texture of the table.

The feedback of the palm pressing on her thigh made her neck begin to turn red.

Rudy chuckled, put his head in his hands, and looked at Alan with admiration as he lowered his head to write.

For some reason, Alice's face turned a little red. Although she was a simple-minded person, she could still understand the interaction between Allen and Sylphy. She became much more energetic and sat on the chair with her arms folded, glancing at Sylphy and then at Allen.

Gileno obviously had no reaction to such an innocent scene. He lowered his head and started to recite the recipe again.

It’s different for everyone.

Silence enveloped the classroom, leaving only the mumbling of Gileno and the rustling sound of Alan's pen.

Alan looked at the exercise paper on the table. He just "saw" Sylphy almost climbing onto the table in his senses. Suddenly he remembered that she was wearing a skirt. As he was thinking about something else, he subconsciously reached out and pressed down the bottom of Sylphy's skirt.

But now that things have come to this, it's better to just let it go, because no matter how much more is said, Sylphy, who is a passive type, will become even more shy.

This is in front of people.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he continued to draw circles on the paper, but his mind continued the thoughts that had just been interrupted.

"At this point, the purpose of finding Saulos has been achieved, and there is no problem in taking Alice away. Then the next step is to tell the small group that we are ready to leave for the capital."

'but.'

"The four major armed forces in the capital?"

'The king, the elite of the armed forces, has absolute control over the capital.'

"All the clues are connected, and the suspicion has been confirmed. Haha, I was wondering why those top nobles in the capital always tried their best to send their children to the Water God School's main dojo from a young age. Sure enough, they ended up here. The Water God School's main dojo is located in the capital and is so closely connected to the secular world. No wonder you have been unable to retake the Holy Land of Swords for so many years. If you have impure intentions when you start swinging the sword, how far can you go?"

He narrowed his eyes.

'In the original book, did Pilemon still try to get into the armed forces even though he knew the news? He may not be very capable, but he has great ambitions. He should still have some unclear cognition and lucky thinking. As expected, he and Paul are brothers, and their thinking logic is somewhat similar, but one relies on power and the other relies on sleeping with the maid at home.'

"The Knights? The kings of the Water God School are rarely seen."

'The Water God Ryu Dojo.'

'Isaruti's Apprentice Knight'

'interesting.'

While I was lost in thought, outside the classroom, the sound of two people's footsteps came from the corridor, gradually approaching.

One person's footsteps were heavier, and he was wearing aristocratic leather boots with heels.

The other person's steps were lighter, wearing medium-heeled high heels.

Without deliberately separating his thoughts, Alan could judge the person's identity through the sense of flow.

——Philip and Hilda.

He frowned slightly and was about to put the pen on the table.

"But why is Philip here today? Is he here to have a 'talk' with me like Saulos? In front of so many people."

The pace was fast, but the thoughts were still flowing.

Philip had reached the door.

Rudy, Alice, Gileno, and Sylphy all turned to look at the classroom door.

In the sight of everyone.

Philip stood at the door of the classroom with a smile on his face, but he stopped and squinted his eyes and turned his head to look at Alan who had just put down his pen in the room.

Behind him, Hilda also stopped, but her expression was not as warm and expectant as it was these days. At this moment, she looked a little helpless. She glanced at Allen's face, but turned to look at her with a surprised look in Sylphy's eyes.

As he did so, Alan turned his head and looked at Philip, his eyes only briefly crossed with the latter's before he continued to look at Hilda.

But at this moment, his head just shifted, and all the distracting thoughts in his mind were put aside.

His 'sensation flow'.

Brought a whole new 'feeling'.

——There are three heartbeats.

The fastest heartbeat and the slowest heartbeat overlap.

That's where Philip's figure was.

He was slightly startled, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he turned his head sharply to look at Philip.

At this moment, without having to watch, the owner of the third heartbeat also 'felt' Alan's movements.

then.

The hidden heartbeat was no longer concealed, and the pace that kept pace with Philip was no longer hidden.

The man poked his head out from behind Philip and fixed his eyes on Alan's face.

In the slightly drooping, gentle black pupils was reflected a face that he had not seen clearly for three years and five months.

After the collision of 'sensation flow' and 'sensation flow'.

It was the gaze from the royal capital.

She tilted her head and looked at Alan, her black hair falling from the side of her face, falling straight into the air like a forge, bouncing up and down.

The ends of her hair were dyed with strands of blue, just like the glow before sunset.

The eyes that stubbornly pursue the night are filled with a smile that flows like water.

Gentle, yet stubborn enough.

For a long time.

Then it was narrowed into a crescent moon in the night sky.

A smile appeared.

"Senior brother."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

　Oh open!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)