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

Chapter 298: Darius, who knew the original storyline in advance, killed people to silence them

The carriage is a closed space.

Under the extraordinary power system of this continent of sword and magic.

Whether it was a car frame that could be shattered by just a single low-level attack magecraft, or a car body that could be cut in half with a single strike by a random ten-year-old red-haired tsundere.

All of this means that the carriage itself has nothing to do with safety.

But in Sylphy's feelings.

It's 'safe' enough.

The carriage he was riding in was the crystal-ceiling carriage that he would ride every day for the past month.

The people in the carriage were the same group of adventurers as when they came here.

The warm figure that I want to entrust my body and soul to is right beside me, within reach.

My friend who I was studying magic with was standing opposite me, looking frustrated.

The tsundere, trusting sister-in-law whom she met during tutoring fell asleep again and nailed the soles of her shoes on her friend's feet.

Sylphy blinked.

At last.

She glanced sideways to her side.

The black-haired girl, who had ignored Her Royal Highness the Princess the whole time, now had a smile on her face because she was satisfied that Alan remembered the agreement that she would cook for her in the evening.

This person who was an imaginary rival in my heart a month ago, has been with me all the way through the ups and downs.
She has long become my best friend who likes to tease me in a bad way.

These facts before her made her feel "safe".

But it stands to reason that outside the car, everyone should be by my side, so why is the feeling different from now?

Very simple.

The changes bring chaos, unfamiliarity, unexpectedness and helplessness.

The accumulation of these emotions made her always worried and uneasy.

This is particularly evident in the original storyline - after becoming Ariel's bodyguard, even though she had power and prestige, Sylphy still tried to protect herself by keeping a stern face and an icy shell that kept people at a distance.

All of this stems from the insecurity that comes from the underlying character.

She is introverted and slow to warm up.

When I was in Roya, I also gained the trust of the mistress of the house, was in an environment without any malice, and adapted to Boreas and had a sense of belonging to Boreas.
Only then can she show a calm and confident look that is completely different from the original.

But this is just an illusion of 'deservingness'.

After leaving Roya, the illusion was blown away by the wind like a passing cloud.

The second princess who is more beautiful than herself, a small gym full of top swordsmen of the Water God School, His Majesty the Water God whose strength is as high as the clouds, and the head of one of the four major families that are synonymous with power.

She saw all kinds of strangers with her own eyes and they interacted with each other.

What is left is the panic brought about by the sense of "unworthiness".

Fortunately, Allen intervened in advance this week, making Sylphy, the grass growing on the roadside of Buena Village, more resilient and more adaptable. It is foreseeable that as time in the capital increases, this "feeling of unworthiness" will gradually fade.

Just like when Alan brought her from Buena Village into Roya.

She had been so uneasy when she went to Roya.

Also after the assassination, also in the carriage.

Just like now.

Same here.
Sylphy lowered her head and blinked at her legs.

As the carriage swayed, his legs swayed from side to side.

And she was counting.

One thousand three hundred and fourteen times.

Just like what we did when we went to Roya.

She is trying to feel safe.

However, this time Alan's legs did not touch him.

Sylphy looked at her knees quietly.

Shaken again.

She glanced to her side.

——Alan’s legs were firmly planted on the floor of the carriage, not swaying at all with the shaking of the carriage.

The eyelashes on the reddish-brown eyes trembled slightly.

Alan was in a relaxed state when he went to Roya City a year ago. Although he also experienced an assassination attempt on his way to the royal capital this time, the threat posed to Alan was very minor. He dealt with it easily and no one was injured.

But why does he seem so tense?
Thinking of this, Sylphy couldn't help but recall Alan's muttering to himself while stroking the hilt of the knife in Ariel's house just now, and she couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Boom, boom, boom.

It was the sound of a heartbeat, a heavy one, right inside my chest and I could hear it clearly.

Boom, boom, boom.

It was the sound of knuckles tapping lightly against the window sill of the carriage. The sound was very light and was at Alan's side, next to his hand, a little far away. This was also Alan's subconscious action of thinking, so it didn't sound very clear.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her reddish-brown pupils shifted.

It passed from the swordsman's uniform on the legs, moved along the shirt on Allen's waist, and ended at the familiar necklace rope hanging on the other's collarbone.

Finally, to Alan's face.

The beloved with gray-black eyes was turning his head to look at the street scene outside the window, where the night sky cast streaks of light and shadow, and he was silent.

His eyes were a little vague.

Their bodies were clearly very close and they could touch each other's body with just a slight turn of their knees.

but.
Sylphy, however, felt that Allen was somewhat 'distant'.

At this moment, even if he looked over, Alan did not turn his gaze away, and looked at him with his usual puzzled expression of slightly raising his eyebrows and smiling.

She looked at Alan's face for a long while, then lowered her eyes again to look at the other's clenched fist on the seat.

Subconsciously, inexplicably, involuntarily, naturally.

Then she placed her small palm on it.

So, skin touches skin, and palm presses against the back of the hand.

After looking forward to the body temperature all the way, I finally felt a solid sense of feedback.

In just one blink of an eye, the fist that he had covered stretched out in his sight.

The slender hand, covered with thick calluses, flipped lightly in the reflection of the reddish-brown pupils.

She wrapped her entire hand in his.

The anxiety melted away like snow in spring.

Sylphy blinked and raised her eyes.

What came into view was a smiling face, very familiar.

She winced.

At first, she lowered her head shyly, and then she felt the warmth of someone wrapping her hands around her.

But he just chuckled.

It seems like an illusion.
Allen's Hand
Still very warm.
-

The night wind is a little chilly.

The curtains of the carriage rolled up and swayed beside Alan's ears.

He looked at Sylphy and saw that she was starting to get shy again. He glanced past her and exchanged a glance with Izolotti who was looking at him, then smiled.

He turned his head again and looked out of the carriage window.

The touch of the slender fingers holding the palm of the hand, accompanied by the thoughts covered with "desire" again, reviewed and planned again, gradually disappeared from the senses.

Nouns flashed in his mind like fragments of thoughts.

Leta, Sino, famous.

Piremon, James, Persuasion.

Ariel, the first prince, raised hope.

Killing, induction, and large-scale diversion.

At this moment, the night scene of the street outside the window quickly passed by his eyes, and the sound of wheels came from not far away.

A carriage was coming from the opposite direction.

The two cars crossed each other and drove away in opposite directions.

Only a scent of red wine remained.

The wheels rolled, and with just one turn, they quickly disappeared into the gray pupils.

-

Darius lowered the curtains and smiled silently.

"Allan Boreas Graylat."

"Finally I've waited for you." "Finally."

Amid the murmurs, the two 'maids' lying in front of him massaging his insteps reacted differently.

The black-haired maid who had just been presented to the First Prince Gravel but was sent back with just one use of her mouth asked cautiously.

"Master, is this your old friend?"

Darius narrowed his eyes, which were squeezed by his flesh, and looked down at the maid, and the smile on his face turned cold.

The female slave's face froze and she said in fear.

"I'm sorry, Master. I shouldn't have done that."

"I consider him an old friend of mine."

The maid looked up in surprise and saw Darius reaching out and pinching her chin.

"Unfortunately, I recognized him, but he didn't recognize me."

The black-haired girl was stunned, her body began to tremble, but she could no longer speak.

Darius laughed meaninglessly when he saw this.

But he turned his eyes and looked aside.

In the sight, Doristina Papulhos with smooth short blonde hair had a numb expression on her face. She lowered her head and just pinched Darius' feet without saying a word.

Just then, the carriage stopped.

"Here we are, sir."

Darius nodded. "Get out of the car."

The black-haired slave girl sniffed and hurriedly got off the carriage. She wanted to use her body as a footstep in front of her door as usual, but when she leaned out of the carriage curtain, she was stunned.

Crash.

The surface of the water was rippling in the moonlight and the night breeze.

The gate of the mansion in front of me was not what I had imagined.

But a river.

Next to the carriage stood several people dressed in black.

Then, before she could turn around to look at the driver and ask if the car was parked in the wrong place.

He was kicked off the carriage.

Then, Darius grabbed Doristina Papulhos's hair and got off the carriage, then threw her beside the riverbank at the junction of the upper noble area and the free area.

The people in black in front of him bowed their heads respectfully.

"master."

Darius waved his hand.

"These two shouldn't have heard too much today, so let's deal with it."

"Yes!"

The black-haired girl's face was full of fear. She turned around and wanted to beg for mercy, "Master W!" But Darius slapped her in the face, shattering the words she had just finished saying.

"Useless! You took the initiative to ask to go to the First Prince's residence this time, but you couldn't seize the opportunity. Who can you blame?"

The black-haired girl's teeth were broken by the slap in the face, but she didn't dare to cry out in pain. She just grabbed Darius's trouser leg with all her might.

Then he was kicked to the side by the other party.

"take away!"

"Yes!"

After saying that, Darius turned around and wanted to return to the carriage, but after taking one step, he thought of something and stepped back.

He turned to look at the servant who was covering the mouths of the two slaves with a look of delight, and narrowed his eyes.

"When I say deal with it, I mean kill it. Do you understand?"

The men in black were all stunned, then immediately responded.

"understand!"

Darius just looked at them quietly and smiled.

He turned around and took something out of the carriage, then turned around and took a step forward.

He grabbed Doristina's hair and stabbed the dagger in his hand into her throat.

"Ho ho."

He drew his knife and blood flowed like a column.

It splashed all over the servant and the black-haired slave girl. The three of them froze at the same time and dared not move.

All they could do was watch as the blonde girl covered her neck and fell to the ground with a thud. Soon the light in her eyes went out.

Darius lowered his head and looked carefully at Doristina's body. After confirming that she was dead, he slashed her face with a knife, but his mouth was not idle either.

"You see, this is how we deal with them. I'm not asking you to sell them to slave traders."

As soon as she finished speaking, the black-haired girl broke free from the black-clothed servant who was stiff behind her, turned around and was about to jump into the river, but Darius stood up, grabbed her and pulled her back into his arms.

Then he threw the twitching slave in his arms to the servants and patted their necks.

"It won't happen again. Go ahead."

He took two steps onto the carriage, and with a whirring sound, the carriage drove away in front of the two of them.

The two servants were stunned for a long time, and this time they looked at each other angrily.

Looking down, the black-haired girl saw a dagger stuck in her heart.

It's out of breath.

In the carriage that was moving away, Darius wiped the blood off his body and leaned comfortably against the seat.

I'm in a very happy mood.

God is truly God, and everything He says and does is the truth.

The servants who often helped him deal with the sensitive female slaves actually sold them to slave traders.

This is not okay.

Doristina is a good kid, but now that the battle for the crown prince has begun, it's time to deal with it.

Otherwise put it in the future.

Another hidden danger.
"Hahahaha!"

The laughter disappeared into the night along with the carriage.

-

"Brother, you want to go back to the Boreas Mansion???"

Isaruti's home is a small two-story garden-style mansion on the edge of the free zone and the upper noble zone.

The layout of the house looks a bit old, but it exudes a sense of simplicity and neatness. The chandelier above the head is not a fancy crystal multi-candlestick type, and there is no need to light candles. Instead, the lighting tools are just wall-mounted candle lamps above the dining table and next to the living room.

The dining table was a simple square table made of sunken wood. On the dark-colored tasseled thick cotton tablecloth that fell to the ground were the steaming mushroom and meat soup and fried fish made by Izuluti herself.

——These were the ingredients delivered by Dantolis in the evening, and of course his wife was also brought along. His wife was a lady from a noble family with drooping eyelids, and looked very beautiful, well, if she hadn't secretly winked at Alan during the greetings and was obviously overly enthusiastic towards him.

She looks more like a lady from a noble family.

The latter was so frightened that he quickly drove Dantolis away.

At this time, Izuruti was wearing a white apron on her waist. Because her outer garment of the Water God Swordsman was too plain, the apron made her figure look even more exquisite.

He was looking at Alan in surprise.

At the table nearby, Rudy and Sylphy were staring at Alan with a spoonful of soup in their hands.

Alice was slurping her soup and had no reaction to this.

——It doesn’t matter. I’ll go wherever my brother goes.

"Yes. Tomorrow, or the day after, I shall go back and stay for a while, until May 10th."

Alan responded and sipped the soup with a spoon, squinting his eyes.

"I marinated and fried the meat in advance instead of just stewing it dry, and then put it on the table and add spices myself. Oh, and putting imported spices on the table to show off your status is putting the cart before the horse. It seems that Isa Luti still remembers my taste. Hmm. Delicious! My cooking skills have improved again!"

Isaruti was stunned for a moment, and rarely looked annoyed with Alan.

"Brother! Why do you want to go back and live there?"

Alan picked up the bread baked by Isaruti on the table.

He tore the bread and smiled shyly.

There was even a hint of inexplicable 'embarrassment'.

"Of course, I want to have a good chat with my so-called father."

"Come home more often~"

"after all."

“There aren’t many opportunities like this.”

(End of this chapter)