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

Chapter 296: Should the Sword Be Sheathed? Darius's First Appearance

Alice pursed her lips and nodded innocently, as if the person who was about to kick someone in half was not her.

Alan couldn't help but smile.

The front yard of Ariel Manor was very large, and the wind came from the mountain and blew in front of his eyes.

Brought a different message.

The source is on the white stone steps at the gate of the mansion.

He stood up and turned to look.

at this time.

There was a lot of noise and shadows.

He wandered back and forth beside the figure standing on the white stone steps at the gate of the mansion.

Ariel just stood quietly in the wind.

Cast a gaze.

Looking back with others.

At this moment, the two gazes were entangled.

The gray-black eyes are as calm as a still pond.

Blue eyes
But there is a gleam in his eyes called 'lust'!

After the incident, she didn't say a word from beginning to end. She didn't order people to be rescued, didn't comfort Piremon, and didn't act like the owner of the mansion.

Just remain indifferent.

This already explains a lot.

How could a host not show any expression to the victim when seeing a conflict among his guests?
Then, the intention becomes clear.

——"Can you still be 'sincere'?"

The answer is already on the table.

——"Yes. I, Ariel, am sincere to you, Alan Boreas Greyrat."

Alan raised the corner of his mouth, but did not say anything. He turned his head and looked at the "salvage" scene again.

——This is the most beautiful, dazzling and eye-catching flower-scale fish in the royal capital.

Completely hooked.

This was the 'role' he had set for Ariel in setting up the stage for the royal capital.

The flower scale fish must be dazzling enough to show how real the object the fish is surrounded by is.

The 'crowd' becomes more and more intense, and the 'value' becomes more and more obvious.

'Allan Boreas Graylat'.

It becomes more and more rare and valuable.

Refusal to recruit?
Just take whatever you want.

Thoughts flashed through my mind, and my sight became clear.

Piremon was jumping anxiously on the shore of the pond.

Alan narrowed his eyes.

'As for this one of the four major family patriarchs in front of us.'

'That's another 'role'.'

'I also need a noisy and short-sighted insurance to put pressure on James in a few days and motivate his relatives in Buena Village far away.'

"In this case."

"Some pre-set words can be implanted in James' mind, and some reasonable actions can be successfully [persuaded] the future head of the Boreas family."

'Finally, I succeeded in getting the other person to step forward in a well-behaved manner with peace of mind.'

A green light flashed in the sight, and Luke, who was rescued, vomited water and lay on the shore in a very embarrassed manner. His face, which had been kicked like a pig, finally returned to its original state.

Footsteps sounded! Piremon turned and walked towards Alan! His face was full of anger! It seemed that he was going to call him to task!
Alan smiled.

'.I have already arranged the dead end.'

"You arranged an ambush and deceived Her Royal Highness, you filthy young man from Boreas! Alan Boreas Greyrat!! You clearly colluded with your father, deceived Her Royal Highness, and planned a plot! You bet on both sides! Despicable!"

Alan tilted his head and looked at Pilemon, who was walking towards him with his hair standing on end with anger.

Speak gently.

But her voice was colder than a knife.

"You misunderstood."

When Pilemon saw Alan showing weakness, his expression eased a little, but then his pupils suddenly contracted after hearing Alan's subsequent words.

"A piece of trash like James is not worthy of being my father, and he is not qualified to act in a play with me."

"I came back to the capital to kill him."

"There is no logic to your concerns."

Pilemon paused and looked at Alan in surprise.

In just a moment, he laughed out loud.

He waved his arms as if to emphasize a fact.

"Haha!! Ridiculous!! Ridiculous!! You actually want to kill your father and seize power???"

Alan just looked at him blankly, his expression not changing at all.

Pilemon raised his waving arms and placed them at his sides, his expression calming down, as if the ridicule and loss of composure just now were just an illusion.

After looking into Alan's eyes for a long time, he repeated it expressionlessly.

This time it was in the declarative voice, word for word.

"You actually want to kill your father and seize power."

"Why, as the third son in the family, you can't sit still at this critical moment?"

Seeing that Alan still didn't answer, he shook his head and sighed.

"It's actually like this, so that's how it is, reckless, stupid, naive, ridiculous."

"I thought you, the Boreas, were so capable, but it turns out that the Boreas family can't maintain a consistent 'voice'."

As Pilemon said this, he suddenly remembered his foolish brother who was exiled from the capital by him with ease and severed his blood relationship with Notos.

His face showed a hint of pride.

He turned his head coldly and glanced at Ariel who was standing on the steps.

When the latter heard Allen's words, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but from what Pilemon saw, he didn't say anything.

The latter snorted coldly.

"Your Highness, since you have made up your mind, then play the childish trick of snatching the master of the family with Boreas!"

"I, Notos, will not accompany you any longer!"

Then he turned around and ordered the guards, "Take Luke away, he's embarrassing himself!", and was about to leave.

But just as he turned around, a voice without any ups and downs pierced his ears.

"That won't work."

"You, Notos, must keep me company."

Pilemon paused, turned his head suddenly, and a mocking look appeared on his face.

"You're welcome? Who do you think you are, little brat? Rude and arrogant."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Alan.

"Rudy, come here!"

Rudy, who was quietly watching Allen pretending to be a melon eater, was suddenly called out. He pointed at himself with his index finger, looking confused.

"I?"

Although his tone was doubtful, seeing that Alan's expression was serious and he didn't seem to be joking, he still moved step by step from the edge of the pond to Alan's side.

His figure came from far away.

The figure gradually became clear and the face came into view.

The mocking expression on Pilemon's face froze.

But the corners of Alan's mouth slowly rose.

Rudy took a few steps to Allen's side, and the latter put his arm around his shoulders and slowly pushed Rudy in front of him.

"Lord Piramiden, let me introduce you."

"My distant relative, Rudius Greyrat." He pronounced the word "distant relative" very clearly, as if he was afraid that Pilemon couldn't hear him.

Then he suddenly turned his head and stretched out his hand to signal Rudy, who had a confused look on his face, and to Pilemon, whose expression had become gloomy, beside him.

"Piremon Notos Greyrat, Paul Greyrat's biological brother, your uncle, but we've severed our relationship for a long time, so you don't need to call him uncle, just call him by his name." A sudden roar interrupted Alan's words. "Alan Boreas Greyrat!!!!"

Alan stopped talking and looked up at Piremon.

And Pilemon suddenly broke through the defense.

"Rudius Greyrate? That jerk Paul is still coveting my position as the head of the family! How dare he make a comeback? Where is he? The capital??"

Alan shrugged and said calmly while Rudy looked confused.

"Uncle doesn't know yet that the plan to retake Notos is still on the horizon, but plans are plans, and who knows where the future reality will lead? So I say, I'm afraid you still have to accompany you to the end, and I, Boreas, will naturally accompany you to the end as well."

Alan came close to Pilemon and smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Did you say so? The head of the Notos family, the Grand Duke of Pyremon?"

As an intermediate swordsman, Pilemon was furious, his whole face was filled with anger, and he suddenly pressed the knife at his waist!

Draw the sword! Pull the handle out from your waist!

next moment,
With a loud noise, light scattered all over the ground.

Piremon held the handle of the bladeless knife in front of Alan, his face frozen.

click!
An inch of cold light pressed into the scabbard, and it turned out that Alice at the side put away the knife in her hand.

This time, it's not a wooden sword.

Then Pilemon's knife naturally broke into pieces of moon-white and fell to the ground.

The latter looked at the shiny handle in his hand in astonishment. He did not intend to stab Allen, but just wanted to increase the deterrence through this gesture.

But I didn't expect the other party wouldn't even give me this chance.

He stared blankly at the short Alice.

His expression revealed complete disbelief.

Silent sword?

So young? ?
At this moment, Alan pressed down the end of Alice's knife handle.

It means 'harmless'.

"Of course, accompanying you to the end is a matter for the future. I will start with the head of the Boreas family. Notos is still a bit far away, so you can do it."

He straightened his waist, restrained his smile, and looked at Pilemon seriously.

"Just wait for good news."

The two looked at each other in silence.

After a while, Pilemon sneered.

"Force? Even if there is some force, so what? You are so rebellious and disrespectful, what you are saying and doing right now, is this what you call strategy?"

"Ridiculous, childish, shallow, and without a plan."

“This is not called strategy.”

"It's just some boring verbal quips."

Without waiting for Alan's response, he turned around and gave instructions to the guard who had been supporting Luke, who had been in a daze for a long time.

"go!"

After a few steps, he turned his head to look at Allen, his eyes glancing at the knife at Alice's waist.

"In the capital, the sword should be sheathed obediently. If you can swing the sword at will, I can arrange for someone to kill you tonight."

Turning around again, he looked at Ariel from afar.

"Your Highness, goodbye!"

After saying that, he walked away.

However, no one saw him off.

Izolo, Sylphy, Rudy, Ariel, and Dilic all turned to look at Allen.

Allen just looked down at the knife in his hand.

Slowly stroke the handle of the knife.

smiled.

"Sheath yourself obediently, huh?"

The voice was low, as if he was asking himself.

It also seemed like he was asking about the knife in his hand.

The knife did not respond to him.

Wheels and wheels.

The sound of the carriage faded away.

The grass stems that burst out from the cracks in the floor of the royal capital were crushed into a ball of mud.

There is a white moon beside the mud.

Colder than the edge of a knife in late spring.

-

The knife lying on the table has been sheathed.

The moonlight enveloped a piece of letter.

The handwriting is in a gorgeous aristocratic style, and the signature is

—James Boreas Graylat.

This is the desk in the meeting room of the prince's bedroom. Although the candlelight in the room is dim, it still cannot conceal the luxurious atmosphere.

A decorative knife inlaid with gems lay across the table, and exquisite enamel glass cups produced in the continent of Kalit contained aged wine specially supplied to the royal family of the Milpotz Territory.

The soft carpet texture on the ground needs to be combed by the maid every day to make it feel softer when walking on it.

Yes, soft.

The two maids knelt before two figures in the darkness, serving the two people who would be at the top of Asura's power in the future.

"Doristina Papulhos, the daughter of the Papulhos family, I heard she went missing last year. I didn't expect that you had kept her in captivity, Darius."

The first prince, Gravel Zafenn Asra, had a pragmatic appearance that did not match his status. His square, even honest face beneath his golden hair had a straight outline that made people trust him naturally.

He lay on the chair covered with snow lion monster fur with a smile on his face, his eyes slightly closed, enjoying this rare moment of relaxation after a whole day of tension.

As soon as he finished speaking, the fat man beside him smiled and grabbed the blonde girl's head, pulling her face out with a popping sound like pulling out a cork of red wine.

The thick and fat fingers wiped the corners of the girl's numb face, but the two eyes sandwiched between the flesh flashed with a shrewdness that was inconsistent with her body shape, and she looked at the First Prince beside her with a smile.

"If Your Highness likes it, I'll give it to you."

"How dare you say that? You should keep this hot potato for yourself."

Darius chuckled and pressed the girl's head down again.

He moved his fat lower body, which was slumped in the chair, into a more comfortable posture, touched the girl's soft golden hair, leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

For a moment, the only sound in the conference room with only four people was the shaking sound of red wine in the glass.

However, the wine glass lay quietly on the coffee table.

The red wine surface is calm and peaceful.

After a long while, just when the maid in front of Gravel was already wondering whether the two had fallen asleep, she wanted to slack off.

A voice broke through the sound of water that covered up the shaking wine glass.

"Have you read the ambush report that James handed over?"

"I have seen it, Your Highness. Alan Boreas Greyrat, a variable, intervened and prevented the ambush. He then joined the Second Princess's army."

Gravel opened his eyes and looked quietly at the crystal chandelier above his head that had no candles burning.

"you say."

"Are James and Alan, father and son, putting on a show for me? James, the sycophantic dog."

“It’s disloyal.”

Darius seemed to have heard something funny and chuckled with a sharp voice.

"Your Highness, there is no need to be so probing."

Graville was silent for a moment, then leaned over, picked up the wine glass on the table in front of the two of them, and looked at Darius.

A smile appeared on his honest face, which was very cheerful.

"Hahaha! What do you mean, Lord Darius?"

Darius turned around, picked up the wine glass, leaned over and clinked glasses with the First Prince, and smiled.

"Allan Boreas Greyrat is Philip's son. This is easy to verify. There is no possibility of them cooperating."

"You worry too much. I didn't set up a plan to get rid of this annoying dog."

(End of this chapter)