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

Chapter 307: Persuasion and Fame
"Today, I, an old man, bestow upon him the belated title of Water King. He is truly worthy of the title."

"Any objection?"

After she finished speaking, Leta looked around, and her smile was particularly clear in Alan's eyes.

The reason for her happiness was simple.

First, Alan is maintaining the honor of the dojo, which proves that Alan always considers himself a part of the Suishinryu Dojo.

Second, Allen is protecting his own reputation, which proves that he has always regarded himself as a master. When thinking about Izuru Izuru, it is self-evident whether there are more meanings in this.

Third, and most important:
Alan's Water God Style is still superior to the Sword God Style to this day.

Leda was very pleased.

When they met again, he learned that the other party had mastered the flow of sensation and the flow of thought. Ben wanted to find an opportunity to teach Alan a lesson before going to the Holy Land of Sword.

——How to combine the flow of feeling and the flow of thought, learn your own original secrets, deprive the sword world, and increase your chances of winning.

But he never expected that Alan had already mastered the core essence of the Deprivation Sword.

Even though she still seemed not familiar enough, not comfortable enough; even though the way she used Dou Qi was slightly different from Leta's own, and her fine control over Dou Qi seemed a little rough; even though the sword intent seemed more like the aggressive fire of the Sword God School, rather than the immovable like a mountain of the Water God School.

But, no doubt.

He has mastered the charm of God, which just proves that he has the qualifications to be the Sword Emperor and has a future in competing for the next Water God.

And after that, can he continue to delve deeper into the Water God Style and create a new secret that is unique to him?

It's really exciting.
and.

It's so fast. In just two years
He is only thirteen years old.

Even if the Holy Land of Sword cannot be taken back in this challenge, what can it do?

As long as Alan considers himself an apprentice of the Suishinryu Dojo.

The holy land of swords will sooner or later be in the hands of the Water God.

Gar's generation of swordsmen are extremely talented, and they are in my Water God Ryu main dojo.

I'm really looking forward to you seeing that scene with Alan.
In the blink of an eye, thoughts flashed through Leta's mind.

The gym was silent and no one raised any objections.

Thanks to this.

Certain sounds could penetrate the ears of Leda and Alan more clearly.

Click.

- 20:07
Leda turned her head to look at the tall clock by the door of the dojo and nodded.

"Very good, that's it."

"From now on, Alan will be the new Water King of the Water God Ryu Dojo."

"I wish you all a wonderful evening tonight and enjoy the banquet."

"I will take my leave first, so as not to spoil the fun any more."

After saying this, Leta turned around and left, and the crowd naturally split apart like waves cut by a knife, leaving a path for them.

Leda nodded slightly, and walked out of the gym while the nobles looked at each other in confusion.

Click.

——20:19.

Alan did not see Leta off. He turned around and looked at the clock.

【Persuasion】is still in effect.

Remaining: 1:12 seconds.

He turned his head and looked at Piremon, who was not far away on the sidelines and had a grim look on his face.

He took a step forward and flashed in front of Pilemon, who was also looking at Leta's back with an unpleasant expression.

Like the wind, landing silently.

When Pilemon suddenly turned his head, the smile on Alan's face suddenly invaded his field of vision in the reflection of his constricted pupils.

He put his arm around his shoulders affectionately, as if he had met an elder in his family.

This was an intimacy that could not be refused, because Piremon could not keep up with his movements at all, until his shoulder was pinched by Alan's palm, and he finally realized that Alan's face was
It's close at hand.

Then, the voice, which was deliberately lowered so that only the two of them could hear, fell into his ears.

"Lord Piramiden, do you have any objection?"

Land, hug, talk.

It was done in one go, in just two seconds.

The sword master guard at the side was suddenly startled. He had watched the whole competition of Alan just now. The strength displayed by Alan made him feel strongly oppressed. In the sudden change, he had no time to think whether he could fight back, and subconsciously pressed the knife at his waist.

When he drew his sword, it was the sword of light.

This is very Sword God style.

However.
click!
The 'light' that had just been pushed out an inch was extinguished by Alan who put his palm on the end of the handle and casually pressed it into the scabbard.

The latter didn't even look at him, but just turned his head and whispered softly to Pilemon, whose whole body was tense.

"In the capital, swords should be sheathed. You just said that last night, but your guards don't seem to think so?"

"I am curious. If he could swing the knife at will, he would have arranged for someone to kill me last night. Was he among them?"

The words were light-hearted and full of smiles, but Pilemon didn't dare to shake off Alan's arm.

The murderous intent lingered at the back of his neck, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

The voice drives the air to flow, passing over the skin under the sweat hair.

Brought a deep chill.

"A knife should be put in its sheath. Then I want to ask you, is your knife sheathed?"

Alan looked at Piremon and said, "Or do you still want to test whether I dare to kill you now?"

Piremon twisted his neck stiffly and looked at Alan.

The latter looked at Pilemon's trembling pupils, smiled, and while saying [Persuade], he still leisurely patted Pilemon's shoulder lightly and spoke quickly.

"Why do you look like that? Relax."

"You were the first one to refute me just now. Wasn't that quite pretentious? Why are you doing this now?"

"I understand your shock, your unwillingness, and your thoughts, because it is so superficial and so straightforward that you can see the end at a glance."

"The fact that I am the Sword King is more difficult for you to accept than the Water King, is it true or not?"

"Notos family, you, originally advocate the Sword God School, is that right?"

Alan looked at Pilemon's head, as if he wanted to see through his skull and see his brain that belonged to Notos.

After asking the question, Piremon glanced at the 'Chenxi' not far away, and moved his lips as if he wanted to speak.

Allen, however, moved closer to his line of sight, blocking his gaze, interrupting his intention to speak, and continued to speak quickly.

It doesn't give him any chance to relax his brain or catch his breath.

The words came into Pilemon's ears like a string of cannonballs.

"The Water God School's headquarters is in the capital, but you advocate the Sword God School. Luke, your second son, you clearly trained him to be a guardian knight, but you chose the Sword God School that focuses on attacking and trying to kill the enemy instantly, instead of the Water God School that focuses on defense and preventing the enemy's counterattack."

"Why? Why go so far away? The Mizugami Ryu's main dojo is right under our noses, and since the Guardian Knight's name is "protection", shouldn't he pay more attention to the safety of the lives of his servants instead of trying to kill the enemy?"

"."

"Hmm? Don't want to answer? Then let me answer for you."

"Because the Notos family's talent is more suitable for the Sword God Style."

"It's not that you don't want to choose the Water God Stream for your child, but you can't."

"Notos doesn't have the experience of training swordsmen like the Aiuros family. You are all sensory people. How can you learn the Water God Style that is based on sensory analysis?"

"So naturally you don't believe that the Sword God Style can coexist with the Water God Style."

At this point, Alan patted Pilemon's shoulder with a smile, and gestured with his chin to ask him to look down at the two of them.

For some unknown reason, Pilemon looked in the direction he pointed.

What I saw was a knife.

Hanging on the waist of his guard.

But the hand clinging to the handle of the knife was Alan's.

At some point, Alan had forcibly pushed away the guard's sword-holding hand and grabbed the hilt instead.

This hilt originally belonged to Notos.

The sleeves of his clothes fluttered slightly between his wrists in the wind generated by the fighting spirit.

The two are wrestling.

The guard's face turned purple, and his trembling legs proved that he had exhausted all his strength.

But the blade is still one inch, and one inch is being pulled out.

Hiss.

A piece of white blade pierced into Pilemon's pupil.

It scared him to death.

Alan's voice came close to his ear.

Very intimate.

It is like a misty fog or a penetrating breeze, with the magical power to pierce into people's hearts.

Precise, fierce, cold and sharp.

One knife, one knife.

It pierced his heart.

"You don't believe it? I'll prove it to you."

Hearing this, Piremon was so shocked that he almost jumped up!
The next moment!
Alan loosened his grip, and the blade snapped back into its sheath. The force of the blade causing the guard to stagger on the spot.

The former even had the spare time to help the guard, which was ridiculous.

Alan felt the body of Pilemon in front of him constantly releasing fighting spirit, and easily resolved it with the secret of flow.

Tsk tsk speaking.

"Relax, Lord Piramiden. This is of course a joke."

"If I really wanted to kill you and take your position as the head of the family, I would not do it today. Why are you so nervous? Is it true or not?"

"At least, before you do, I still have someone to deal with, and that is my dear father. You see, he is smarter than you. He didn't even dare to come to my commendation banquet tonight, and only sent a butler to test the waters."

"You're not afraid, but he is."

"You should be honored."

Regarding this "strange talk", Pilemon was trembling all over and was speechless.

Click.

——20:19.

【Persuasion】End.

Alan's voice was like that of a devil, carrying with it a bewitching power.

"Wait, that's not right, you seem to be shaking, it seems..."

"You are still afraid."

"In this regard, he is far inferior to my uncle, Paul Notos Greyrat."

"But don't worry. If I say I won't kill you, then I won't kill you."

"Because you pose no threat."

"I have a knife, but I dare not draw it."

"Resentment can only tremble." "The fight for the crown prince is hesitant, and no 'voice' can be heard."

"The first prince, the second prince, and the second princess, none of them placed any bets."

"Take timidity for safety and cowardice for prudence."

"No foresight, short-sighted."

"Stupid and short-sighted, with shallow strategies."

"So weak, so boring, so mediocre, so unbearable."

"This is the position of the head of the Notos family."

Alan leaned close to Piremon's ear.

Word by word.

"Wait for me to get it."

Alan stood up and looked around. The nobles around him had already turned their eyes away from Leta's back and now saw the intimacy between the two.

They all showed somewhat awkward smiles.

You see, Lord Pirremon, who was shouting the loudest just now, has reconciled with the kid from the Boreas family.

Let’s put this matter aside for today.

In short, it's not easy to lose face.

Seeing this, Alan smiled, patted Pilemon on the shoulder, and walked away from him.

The latter actually breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.

Then he was overwhelmed by an intense feeling of humiliation and stared at Alan's back.

The latter walked leisurely, no longer in a hurry, and walked back to Xino step by step.

Best regards.

"Uncle Master."

Although he didn't say anything, Xino understood that the other party was really grateful for his cooperation.

He nodded.

"Since you have been crowned the Water King and Her Majesty Leda has left, we should not stand here and watch."

"One step ahead."

Allen nodded.

"Walk."

Xino looked at Allen deeply, his eyes flashing with subtle admiration, and then he walked out of the gym.

However, the knights behind him did not even look at Allen, seeming a little embarrassed.

Everyone came to their senses - they were all used as 'stepping stones' by Alan.

It was obvious that the last sentence was intended to make them take action.

Only by moving can the opponent's deprivation sword be released.

Because they were wearing knight armor, they had no psychological expectation for Allen's deprivation sword and made them the best targets.

If everyone had been more focused, they wouldn't have ended up in such an embarrassing situation where everyone was killed with one knife.

All they could say was that the boy in front of them was very familiar with the Water God School and was good at layout analysis. He even gave them the illusion that they were dealing with the cunning Qiba Sect of the Northern God School.

He was very angry and left quickly.

When Allen was [persuading] Piremon, Lemon, who had already 'returned to the team', followed at the end.

He looked at Alan, his expression having long recovered from the shock just now.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

They nodded to each other obliquely and passed each other.

Lemon took a step forward, and in front of his sight were his father Leus and his younger brother Falz.

Neither of them looked at him.

The former's face was livid, and he stared at Alan's back, with a hint of unwillingness and hidden dissatisfaction in his eyes.

He was unwilling to accept that Aiuros had fallen behind Boreas in the training of warriors, which made him feel mixed emotions.

And the dissatisfaction was naturally directed at Lemon.

At this moment, she was unwilling to even look at her "proud" illegitimate eldest son who was seduced by a maid and gave birth to a high position.

Lemon's expression remained unchanged. He just bowed to his father who ignored him, took a step forward, and walked to Falz's side.

He turned to look at Falz.

The latter finally raised his head and looked at Lemon.

The two brothers' eyes met briefly.

Lemon's eyes were calm.

Falz's eyes were extremely fiery.

Pass by.

Lemon walked step by step to the front door, but heard a scolding behind him.

Tilt your head slightly.

He saw that his father seemed to be scolding Falz again, but the latter stiffened his neck and stared at Alan not far away.

Sweep away the previous dejected state.

There was fire in his eyes.

Lemon paused for a long time, and finally smiled for the first time that night.

Turn around and leave.

-

Outside the gym, Chenxi's mission for tonight was ruined, and everyone was unhappy and speechless.

Xino then dismissed everyone and asked them to go back and rest.

He just stood on the river outside the Shuishenliu Dojo, quietly feeling the night breeze.

But after a while, a figure came back and stood beside him.

It was Lemon.

"Uncle Master."

Xino looked at the moon floating up and down on the river surface.

"Thank you for your hard work today. I owe you a favor, and I've made you lose face."

"I thought it would be like this, but now it seems that I should lose face."

"Haha. You are still so honest. After tonight, you should focus more on swordsmanship."

"It's natural."

The two were silent for a moment, and the sound of the Altier River gurgling in front of them at night.

Sino spoke again.

"Your brother? How long are you going to protect him?"

"Protecting him? I was just suppressing him. And it looks like I won't have to do that in the future. I can breathe a sigh of relief."

"." Xino was silent for a moment, then asked, "Why is it so?"

Lemon shook his head and turned to look at the brightly lit Mizugami Ryuso Dojo not far behind him.

"My mother is not respected by my father either. I am born out of wedlock, which is a sin. There is no place for me in the family."

"That's why I want to follow my uncle to take back the Holy Land of Swords. Swordsmanship is my best destiny."

"Father has such a personality. Not only can he train a Water King without much effort, he also firmly believes that he can train a second Water King, or even a Water Emperor. Maybe even a Water God?"

"I am also happy to be the fire that Falz chases. Falz's swordsmanship is still far behind. It would be good to give him some encouragement."

He paused for a moment, with a look of regret on his face.

"However, it's still a pity. In my expectation, Falz and I should have played a significant role in taking back the Holy Land of Swords. At present, it seems that the Boreas family has a better choice."

"But I obey him, Alan Boreas Greyrat."

"The Sword King and the Water King are both in one body. His freak-like talent is truly admirable. Falz also has a better goal, which is a good thing."

Xino was silent for a moment, thinking of Leda's figure and the gentle breeze blowing across his face.

He shook his head.

"You know, I'm not asking you this."

Lemon paused, and his mean-looking thin lips curled into a smile.

"My reputation as a 'genius' has always been a joke in the family. The servants praised me just to curry favor with my father, and my father praised me because he thought the family was full of talented people and it had nothing to do with me personally."

"It's just that kid Falz who doesn't understand. Since he was a child, he is the only one who is willing to look at my cowardly brother in the eye and even feels proud of him."

"But how can the future head of the family bow down to a son born out of wedlock? This situation is good, and this is the result that everyone expects."

Xino sighed deeply and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Lemon, a poor man from the Aeuros family who was his apprentice's nephew but actually his beloved disciple.

I just heard him say it jokingly.

"Uncle Master, you have never expressed your feelings for many years and have only focused on swordsmanship. Can it really last forever? Master..."

".Shut up."

"okay."

-

In the dojo, after a short while, the nobles became lively again.

They raised their glasses and chatted with each other, as if the embarrassing scene a few minutes ago had nothing to do with them.

He is quite thick-skinned.

But it's different from before.

The same name is more or less mentioned in the words of different people.

--Alan Boreas Graylat.

The next day, I guess.

The entire aristocratic circle.

Then the name of this descendant of the Boreas family can be raised.

-

A dimly lit place.

Darius deliberately concealed his presence tonight, just as a passerby, quietly watching Alan outside the crowd.

His eyes were filled with brilliance and excitement.

"The oracle was right. It's you!"

"Allan Boreas Greyrat!"

　This chapter is not yet in the B-stage, the plot of [Persuasion] directly connects to the subsequent plot.

　　The character of Lemon will be brought back in the future Sword Sanctuary arc (possibly). It would be too tragic for Xino if he didn't have his own direct forces in the Dawn.

　　Therefore, this arrangement is more reasonable. It would be too shameful if there were no outstanding young people in the royal capital. Moreover, the original plot line of returning to the Holy Land of Swords must have failed. It is reasonable that the character of Lemonel did not appear in the main story line in Dawn.

　　[I'm really right]
　　Finally, Darius throws in a foreshadowing that won’t be revealed too much in this volume.

　　Overall, it's a transitional chapter.

　　Currently, there is only one small plot left before the end of the Royal Capital chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)