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

Chapter 277: Sylphy's invitation to share a bed, Izuru and Ariel's confession [Skip if you think it's too slow]

Alan took a shower very late because he was still a little worried before going to bed, and he was using his sensory flow to monitor the situation of the entire ship.

After a quick scan in the first half of the night, the slight possibility that there was an assassin lurking among them has basically been ruled out.

Moreover, most importantly, the ship's guards were much more professional than he had imagined. They kept a very safe distance during night duty, so that even if there was any unusual movement, they could rush to any guest room in time before any accident happened.

However, for safety reasons, he still asked Rudy to seal the spiral staircase on the first floor downstairs with earth magic before going to bed.

Only then did he stop the 'sensation flow' that had been running at full power for a whole day and night, and took a nice hot bath to soothe his almost-burned brain.

Things like 'feeling the flow' are too mentally taxing.

Although he didn't show it, Alan's mind was already feeling confused.

It's like working 18 hours of overtime before being called by the great fortune.

At this time, now.

——Early morning, 0:30.

Squeak.

Steaming mist escaped from the crack in the door, and an arm covered with blood scabs stretched out from the crack.

Opening the door, Alan lazily walked out of the cabin's bathroom.

The extremely enthusiastic maid had already been sent away, and the cabin was empty.

Alan picked up the bathrobe they left outside the bathroom door and put it on. He stepped barefoot on the deck and walked to the window step by step.

By moonlight and the candlelight on the small table by the window.

He raised his arms.

The blood scab on the outside of the arm had swelled. Alan reached out to peel it off. The skin underneath had turned into a red scar due to rapid metabolism.

——I was cut by Vi Ta’s sword energy during the battle today. This wound was left intentionally.

The wind blew the candle flame, making a hissing sound.

Alan looked at the new scar on his arm, and his thoughts began to rise in his heart.

'Healing magic pattern, activated.'

"Stop." A green light flashed, and in a breath, the scar on the back of Alan's hand disappeared.

He touched the rough skin with his fingertips, his eyes thoughtful.

The moment he was injured under the bridge today, his fast-working brain was still a little distracted.

Because he had been thinking about Ortizide and the Apostle of God and Man many times recently, when he was injured, he suddenly remembered the battle between Rudy and Ortizide in the original book.

After the fight, Rudy made a lot of money.

Because Boss Long gave Rudy a hand.

Literally.

The arm that Rudy lost while saving his mother was "grown" back by Boss Long using healing magic in just one sentence.

The level of the healing technique used by Boss Long at the time is unknown, but it is worth mentioning that this is not the "healing" in the mind of Alan, a person who traveled through another world.

This is the regeneration of a lost limb by creating matter out of thin air.

Healing skills really have the flavor of the other world of swords and magic.

Very fantastic, with a hint of irrational beauty.

But the thing is, Rudy did prove in the original work that the use of magic in this world can be "reasonable", and he used a lot of basic knowledge of physics to obtain a more flexible and highly developed use of magic.

——For example: based on the knowledge of physics, we can restore the process of using elemental magic to construct magic without chanting.

However, when Rudy tried to analyze the healing technique and learn the chantless technique, he encountered a scene where there were Muggles just like himself.

Unable to restore the principles of healing magic, Rudy never mastered the healing magic without chanting until his death.

But Sylphy, a native of the world without a job, can.

In other words.

Healing cannot be explained by "physics" at all.

The thinking of the time traveler can only have a negative effect on hindering the understanding of this magic.

Just like Allen thought for a long time, he could only come up with the guess that the cloning of arms and suturing of the wound of the severed limbs was a pseudo-surgical "therapeutic surgery" to grow the severed limbs.

This is obviously wrong.
Alan looked closely at the skin on his arm where he could no longer find the scar.

He usually saves his magic power very much, and never uses the healing magic pattern to recover from minor injuries that do not affect the battle and can heal themselves afterwards. And the healing magic pattern was tried out during the first test of strength, and it would only be used when he was in a tense battle and had no time to hesitate, to ensure that he maintained his peak physical condition to cope with changes in the battle situation.

For example, the bandit suppression outside the city of Rigate.

Or when you are in a hurry and the opponent is strong, you can use the healing magic pattern to create a Beishenliu 'game' with poor information to ensure a quick victory in the battle.

For example, Nakul Jad was lured to death on a rainy night, and Motalit lured Wei En to death.

So, when he was assassinated during the day, after a fleeting thought, Allen confirmed that the wound on his arm would not affect the subsequent killing, so he left it.

Well, do a test at night.

What to test?
Is the healing effect of healing arts consistent for wounds of different time periods?
Is it necessary to test this? ——Yes. If Rudy and I are lucky enough to go to the Nine-Headed Dragon Labyrinth in Lapon in the future, and if both of us are caught in a fire at the same time, Sylphy will definitely save me first.

If Rudy delays and misses the best treatment period, wouldn't he become a NEET man-girl in the physical sense?
So, here comes the problem.

Does Healing have the same healing effect and mana cost on scars as it does on fresh wounds? Does the delay in healing make it harder to heal?
Now, the results are out.

The answer to the former is - no. The answer to the latter is - yes.

Taking the small wound on the back of the hand as an example, based on the experience outside the city of Rigate, compared with the small wound that only needs 0.2 seconds of green light flashing to recover, the recovery time of this scar is significantly longer.

Allen's healing magic pattern is at the same strength as the intermediate healing magic used by Senis. Therefore, the longer it takes to heal the scar, the more magic power is spent on healing the wound.

In just one day, the wound should have healed partially.

However, the difficulty of its treatment has increased.

Alan turned over and lay on the bed, raised his arm, rubbed the wound with his fingertips, and squinted his eyes as he thought.

Whether it was a scar or a wound, even without considering the healing process, it should be the same wound, so why did the amount of mana required to heal it increase instead of decrease after a period of time?
It's really metaphysical.

He turned his head to look at the moon in the sky outside the window, and thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

The bright moon in his sight reminded him of the big magic ball of transfer in the sky above Fitoya Territory.

I don't understand, but this round, there shouldn't be any more crises like the Nine-Headed Dragon in the Labyrinth.
"Tomorrow, we will arrive at the capital to start the large-scale migration evasion plan. Tonight will be a rare night of good sleep."

".It's time to go to bed."

Alan threw away the fragmented thoughts of thinking about healing and using "desire" to cover up the idea of ​​healing from his mind, extinguished the candle on the table beside the bed, turned over to change to a comfortable sleeping position, and began to fall asleep.

The white moon slowly crawled across his forehead.

Consciousness began to blur.

Alan suddenly opened his eyes.

In an instant, his eyes became clear.

He raised his brows and tilted his head to look at the door.

There were barely perceptible sounds of footsteps lingering outside the door.

Alan looked up at the wall clock - in the dim night, the time was: 0:45.

He stood up, stepped barefoot on the deck, and walked silently to the door.

Reach out and press on the door handle.

Slowly open the door.

"It's so late, why are you here?"

As Allen opened the door, the owner of the door with light footsteps slowly appeared.

The person who came was the tiny figure of Sylphy.

Maybe it was because the river breeze was a little chilly at night in late April. In the dim corridor, she was wearing the hooded jacket similar to sportswear that she often wore in Buena Village, with her hands in her pockets.

Seeing that Sylphy didn't answer his series of questions, Allen looked over her shoulder.

Sylphy's shoulders were shaking.

".Are you cold? Come in first."

Alan reached out and patted Sylphy's shoulder, welcomed her in, and closed the door behind him.

He walked towards his bed, closed the window first, then reached out to grab the match on the table and lit it with a hissing sound.

"You didn't get much sleep last night, did you? Aren't you sleepy? I saw Rudy and Alice fell asleep early, or you were already asleep. Did you have a nightmare?"

"Alan, no need to light the candlesticks."

Chi. The match was lit and Alan turned his head in surprise.

"Hmm? That's for..."

Alan stopped talking and stared blankly behind him. In his sight, the light of the match flickered and Sylphy lowered her head with a cat ear hairpin on her head that she had obviously just taken out of her pocket.

He was slowly unzipping the jacket in front of him.

嗤剌
The skin on her shoulders and neck gradually appeared in the air, as white as pearls. The low-cut gauze nightgown with a very short skirt was gradually revealed in Alan's sight as her coat was pulled open. Then, it drew an arc on her slender waist and stopped an inch below the thigh.

Lost the cover.

The slightly fleshy thighs were squeezed by the white garter stockings to reveal a bulge of skin. The knees were rubbing against each other nervously because of nervousness. Further down were the high heels strung with silver chains and pearls that Allen had not noticed just now. The silver chains and pearls were dotted next to Sylphy's toes.

Alan had seen this set of clothes before, so he shouldn't be so speechless.

But this time is different.

As his knees twisted, Alan saw the new additions.

A furry cat tail extended from under Sylphy's skirt and hung at the bend of her knees.

next moment.

Sylphy sniffed and spoke vaguely.

"Ai Allen, do you want to sleep together?"

"what?"

Alan looked at the tail in confusion. The match had already burned his fingers. Amid the slight burning pain, Alan only felt that the fire
It seems like more than just fingers are being roasted.

He moved his gaze upwards with difficulty.

Sylphy lowered her head shyly, her face flushed, her ears trembling, and her eyes looking at the floor beside her.

Sylphy's eyelashes trembled, and she looked up at Alan.

The light of the match burned in her reddish-brown eyes.

"Meow."

-

At the spiral staircase on the second floor, Izuruti looked at Ariel indifferently.

The latter was only slightly stunned, then said with a very natural smile.

"Oh, I was really surprised. It turned out to be Miss Isa Luti. Are you unable to sleep either?"

Izuluti glanced at Ariel, turned to look at the surface of the Altier River at night, and spoke with a smile.

"Yes, Your Highness. I couldn't sleep, so I came out to see the moonlight on the river."

Ariel looked at Izuruti's profile, walked down the spiral staircase step by step, came to her side, and leaned on the fence with her.

"Miss Izuruti should have also gone down this waterway to Liupu City and then headed to Feitoya Territory, right? Haven't you seen her before?"

The two people who had already had a brief exchange on the boat had already exchanged messages with each other.

But the atmosphere at that time was more harmonious than it is today.

Isaruti's voice was pointed. "I saw it at that time, too. It was also night time, but my mood was different. I didn't have much time to enjoy the scenery. How about you? Are you also out to enjoy the moon at this late hour? It doesn't look like you."

Ariel held her chin and looked at the halo of moonlight on the river surface. She was silent for a moment, then responded with a smile.

"I am not here to look for Yueying, I am here to look for you."

Izuluti's eyebrows and eyes are curved, which is different from the full moon in the sky.

"Oh~ Then I really trouble you, Your Highness. It's so late, can't we do it during the day?"

"There's not much time left."

The smile on Izuluti's face suddenly disappeared, and she just looked expressionlessly at the wrinkles on the river surface caused by the night wind.

silence.

After a long moment, Ariel continued to speak.

"The borrowing period is almost over."

Izuruti hummed indifferently.

"I'm sorry. After today, I don't have much choice."

"that's it?"

Ariel stopped talking.

But Izuruti was not sure what she was thinking of, but a smile appeared on her lips again with a slightly smug look. At night, Ariel, who took off her "clothes", and Izuruti, who always had an emotional outburst in the middle of the night, were both unable to control their emotions.

Every opening is a very clear statement of direction.

"I understand you. After all, you were there at the commendation banquet. There is only one Alan Boreas Greyrat in the Free Zone, and he happens to be at the Mizugami Ryuso Dojo."

Ariel slowly stroked the fence under her hand. After taking off her "clothes", she seemed tired of some conversation full of routine tactics and only paused slightly.

Just go straight to the point.

"So, are you willing to be my guest?"

Isa Luti tilted her head and said, "Senior brother wants me to become a water god, so it would be better for me to concentrate on swordplay."

Ariel turned to look at her face.

"I see. I will still try to find a new 'borrowing period'. Otherwise, when I return to the capital, I am afraid I will not be able to survive for many days under the threat of my two dear brothers."

"That just proves that you don't have the qualifications to be a king." Izuruti sneered.

"Yes, you are right."

Izuruti raised her eyebrows in surprise and turned to look at Ariel.

The two people's eyes were locked together.

Ariel's face was a little bitter. "In fact, to be honest, before today, I had no intention of seizing the throne. I knew very well that my strength was not enough to do that. Not only my eldest brother who was quite politically skilled, but also my second brother who was good at getting along with everyone, they were stronger than me in every way."

"They have the confidence to control powerful people, but I don't."

"Have you ever heard the saying, 'Those who possess power that is not appropriate for them, be destroyed.'"

Isaruti took over the conversation.

"The lines of the Demon Emperor Chishilica."

"That's right. After being defeated by the Golden Knight Aldebaran, she uttered these words that sounded like a curse before she died. Aldebaran became the king of the human race, but was killed because of the betrayal of his subordinates."

"Fight, win, rule, that's what being a king is all about. But if that's the case, why did Aldebaran die in betrayal?"

Izuluti looked at Ariel, who had no intention of getting an answer from Izuluti, but just spoke softly to herself.

It seems like he is trying to persuade Isaruti.

It seems like he is convincing himself.

"I have been confused since I was young, but just now, the moment I thought of recruiting Mr. Allen, I understood why. Just like what the Demon World Emperor Chishilica said."

"If you can't control a power that is too strong, you will be destroyed. Aldebaran is indeed very good, but he has many excellent subjects under his command. He can't completely control the power that doesn't belong to him. This is the reason for his death. Can I control Mr. Allen, or your power?"

"I'm afraid not yet. Your power is too heavy for me. Therefore, I don't have the confidence to recruit you at all."

After these words were spoken, the two looked at each other in silence.

Izuruti looked at Ariel's lowered eyes for a long while before shrugged her shoulders.

"You are much more frank at night."

"I took off my 'clothes'. Everyone in the palace has been very cold since I was young."

".I see."

Ariel stopped talking. She just looked at the river for a long time before she started talking again.

But I thank you sincerely.

"Thank you for listening. I haven't said this to anyone in a long time."

Izuluti no longer leaned lazily against the fence. She stood up straight and coldly declared in her heart that the battle to defend Allen was a success.

"You're welcome."

"Well, good night, Miss Izuruti."

"Good night, your highness."

After the conversation, Ariel turned around and walked up the spiral staircase.

In just a few steps, she walked to the corner of the spiral staircase under Isaruti's gaze, but suddenly stopped, as if she remembered something, and turned to look at Isaruti.

Even in the night wind.

Still smiling brightly.

"However, even though I don't have confidence, I still want to give it a try."

"I don't know why, but tonight I still don't have much confidence, but I am particularly greedy."

Ariel looked straight at Izuruti.

"If the fate of a person who possesses power that does not belong to him is destruction, it is better than being killed."

Izuruti frowned and looked at Ariel deeply.

"Then you'd better not be greedy at night."

Ariel laughed, turned around and stepped onto the spiral staircase.

In just two steps, she disappeared into the night.

But he was noncommittal.

　If it doesn't meet your reading expectations, just skip it. There are foreshadowings in the outline for the healing art here, so I will continue to write a little more in the next chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)