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

Chapter 525 The 'Performance' on the Mountain: Disagreeing Ruler and Minister
The valley was bathed in a dim, yellowish light.

All the adventurers who rushed to the edge of the pit were dumbfounded.

Aisha stared intently at the bottom of the valley, and after a moment, her tense little face finally broke into a smile.

She beckoned with her finger.

Magic emanated from the tips of her fingers, connecting with the valley winds blowing from the foot of the mountain, transforming into swirling whirlwinds.

The wind scatters, dispelling the dust.

The scene at the bottom of the pit was revealed, and in the center of the pit, Allen's figure emerged.

His clothes were tattered, but he had no wounds on his body.

He was looking at the pieces of minced meat piling up in front of him, his expression somewhat embarrassed.

"Sorry, I went too far. Are you alright?"

Bei Er:.
Bei Er really wanted to curse.

However, his mouth had not fully healed, so he was unable to speak.

Two full minutes later, Bei Er, completely naked with rapidly growing hair, finally appeared in Allen's sight, his mouth twitching.

He stormed over and snatched the Dragon King Sword from Allen's hand.

"Reckless! Showing off! Why didn't you release all those layers of avalanche water earlier?"

Allen felt a little embarrassed when he saw the other person's naked appearance, so he quickly took off his shirt and handed it to him.

Bei Er grabbed him and wrapped the cloth around his waist.

Seeing this, Allen explained, "Well... I feel like I haven't reached my limit yet, so I've accumulated a bit more battle qi."

Both of them laughed in anger. He looked around at the mess Allen had made, then took a deep breath:
"You haven't reached your limit yet. The result of not reaching your limit is that you can't control the direction of your swing at the last moment. You're even enveloped in the attack range yourself. And I clearly saw that you couldn't even hold the King Dragon Sword steady when you released the final ultimate slash?"

Just as Allen was about to explain, Bei Er grabbed Allen and pulled him over, looking him over from side to side. Seeing that there were no injuries, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He patted Allen on the shoulder:

"To achieve this level on your first attempt is already exceptionally talented, Allen. You are undoubtedly a genius, but you're still too hasty."

Seeing the expression on the face of the Second Northern God, Allen swallowed the words he was about to say and smiled.

"Okay, I see."

The Northern God II, who had clearly been cleaved into pieces by Allen's blade, softened his tone upon seeing Allen's improved attitude:

"Alright, then would you be willing to become my disciple?"

"I'm unwilling." Light's Rejection +1.

The Second Prince of the Northern Gods twitched his lips and waved his hand, saying, "Fine, fine, if you don't want to, then forget it. We can't force you."

Allen then said something completely cryptic: "Master Leda is human."

The Second Prince of the Northern Gods' expression stiffened slightly, then he was overjoyed: "Such a good thing?"

Allen:
No, aren't you being a little too obvious about how happy you are?

The Second King of the North laughed heartily, putting his arm around Allen's shoulder: "That's right, Leda is human, and I'm a half-demon, so it seems like it'll be a long time before we meet. By the way, how is Leda's health?"

Allen's face stiffened as he stared intently at the smiling face of the Second Prince of the North.

The other person coughed twice and looked up at the adventurers above the valley:

"Alright, go back now, Allen. Don't worry, under my tutelage, you'll have the chance to defeat Alsterd sooner or later. Haha, it won't be long!"

Allen: The pie is already drawn.

"Oh."

"Come on, let's go back. Dinner will be ready soon. This time, I'm going to show you around. Do you know why I chose the Dragon King Kingdom as my base? It's because there are many fun and interesting activities to do here in my spare time. I'll show you around in a bit."

Is this world even respectable?

"Huh? Serious? Of course I'm serious. Am I the kind of person who would take you to a brothel? Definitely not."

As they talked, the two jumped to the edge of the deep valley. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the two were unharmed.

Allen picked Aisha up and carried her on his shoulders down the hillside.

However, the latter was not as calm as when he arrived. He grabbed Allen's neck with both hands, his eyes darting around, and he would occasionally look down at Allen's naked upper body.

The wind is blowing on the hillside.

The whispers behind him swirled and reached Aisha's ears.

"Was it Lord Allen's mistake just now?"

"It seems that way, according to Lord Kitagawa II."

"—That's already amazing, considering you've only seen it once! The ultimate technique of the Northern Divine Stream actually opened up a valley. It's truly astonishing."

"What's so special about that? Haven't you heard the rumors about Mr. Allen? In Chidi Town, he single-handedly withstood a legion-level magic that was enough to destroy the town."

"I thought this was just the Secret Sword's intelligence agents spreading rumors and 'exaggerating' the facts to win fame for Mr. Allen."

"Is this what our intelligence department does?"

"So what happened?"

"Well done!"

"I heard that was the original plan, but the subsequent news was so outrageous that the intelligence personnel were somewhat at a loss. One person stopped the legion-level magician Flashflame, and single-handedly searched for the enemy in the night rain, beheading the entire magic stone legion of his country's second prince."

"—The next day at noon, in full view of everyone, he pierced the head of Lord Beishen III with a single stroke. He is one of the seven great powers, this is truly outrageous."

"But judging from Mr. Allen's methods of intimidating Death, his extraordinary attack just now, and the attitudes of Lord Northern God II and Lord Northern God III towards him, it seems to be true."

"Of course it's true! What are you doubting? Wasn't Lord Allen's slaying of the Ghostly Sword in the Archipelago shocking enough?"

"That's true. It's been so long, I've almost forgotten what he looked like back then."

As Aisha listened, her lips curled up higher and higher. In the end, she even swung her legs back and forth in front of Allen with great pleasure, looking up to admire the white clouds above her head.

Bei San, standing to the side, wanted to turn around several times to defend himself, saying he wasn't that bad, but he managed to hold back.

He was silent for a moment, then looked up at the sky.

The sky was a clear, bright blue, with two clouds above everyone's heads.

The clouds rolled and unrolled, clustering together, stretching for miles across a short distance, drifting slowly with the shadows cast on the ground. Bei San looked up at the crack between two clouds, his expression somewhat dazed.

He remembered it clearly.

Ten minutes ago, they were a single cloud.

-

In the northern part of the capital city of Wanglongwang, there stands a cluster of buildings that resemble a castle.

——A city within a city.

This is the royal palace of the Wanglong royal family.

Someone was leisurely drinking tea in the back garden behind the palace, looking up at the clouds in the sky to the south.

"Has the Second King of the North made a move? It looks like quite a big fuss. That Asura brat named Allen Boreas Greirat is really troublesome. To force the Second King of the North to use this tactic, it seems the rumors aren't entirely unfounded. What do you think, Chagall?"

Leonardo von Kingdragón, the thirty-second king of the Kingdom of Wanglong, had somewhat dull blond hair, not the platinum blonde of Senis, but rather closer to a purplish-gold.

She looked to be in her early thirties, with heavy dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't been getting enough sleep.

Unlike the tough diplomatic style of the Wanglong Kingdom, he has very gentle features and a warm expression, but his eyes look quite cold, giving him a peculiar contradictory temperament.

Beside him, Chagall, who had appeared before Allen dressed like a bandit, stood quietly in full armor. He glanced at the sky with some surprise, a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

—The Second Prince of the Northern Gods used up all the favors he had accumulated over the years in one go.

He bowed slightly and said respectfully, "The Black Dragon Knights have already tested us, and with this latest incident, it can be basically confirmed that Allen's strength has indeed reached the fifth position among the seven great powers, but the outcome of the battle is still unknown."

Leonardo smiled and blew on the steaming teacup in his hand, remaining silent.

Just then, the Northern King of the Black Dragon Knights strode over, his body covered in mud and horse manure at his feet, clearly coming from the southern military camp.

He bowed to the two men with an urgent expression: "Your Majesty, General, Lord Beishen II, it seems that we have failed. The military camp saw a great commotion on the mountain, but in the end, they found that Beishen II and that little devil Asura had returned to the Beishenliu main dojo unharmed."

Their clothes were all torn; it seemed Lord Northern God II had failed to kill his opponent.

Chagall sighed: "Is that so? I knew it. You may leave."

The Northern King retreated to the edge of the back garden wall before turning and leaving through the archway.

Leonardo swallowed the tea in his mouth and sighed with some relief: "Looks like I can live a little longer."

Chagall's expression froze, his eyes flickered as he looked at the king's hair, his lips parted, but he ultimately said nothing.

Leonardo continued, "No need to feign loyalty, Chagall. You helped me ascend the throne, so I know who you are. This country is more yours than mine. You never intended for the Northern God II to succeed; you only aimed to kill Pacus, didn't you?"

Chagall knelt down with a thud: "Your Majesty is too kind!"

Leonardo snorted, put down his teacup, and suddenly reached for the knife of a nearby guard, placing it against Chagall's neck with a swift motion.

The latter's expression remained unchanged; he simply lowered his head and remained silent.

Leonardo's smile vanished: "Stand up."

Chagall remained unmoved.

Leonardo, who was already a water saint, roared at the doorway, "Come here! Who are you waiting for? Who is the king of the Dragon King Kingdom?!"

The Northern King, who had just left, walked in looking embarrassed. He glanced at Chagall, who looked unwell and had a knife hanging over his neck, and shrank back.

"I'm asking you, is Parkus dead?"

The Northern King hesitated for a moment, glanced at Chagall, and then said truthfully in a low voice, "He also failed. The commotion on the hillside was great, but it seemed to be a gentleman's contest, and it didn't affect anyone else."

Chagall's expression changed.

The Second Northern God!! Damn it, all these years I've given you prestige, women, and even good disciples of the Black Dragon Knights.

What the hell did they do to all this 'gratitude'?

However, Chagall certainly didn't expect this.

He underestimated the 'loyalty' of the Second Northern God. The old man didn't even have the idea of ​​a contest. He just dragged Allen into a performance with a pretext. He didn't even tell Allen about the performance. He just kept saying that he wanted to take Allen as his disciple.

It's really hard to hold.

Leonardo glanced at Chagall's expression, and after a moment, as if he had gotten bored, he tossed the blade aside, and it accurately pierced the scabbard at the waist of a nearby guard.

He ordered the Northern King, "Step down."

This time, the latter truly took his leave and swiftly departed from the back garden.

Leonardo touched the rim of his teacup, his eyes dark: "You and I both know that your loyalty has always been to the Dragon Kingdom, to Kingdragorn, not to me personally."

This time, secretly sending all those juniors out of the capital was a preparation for my death, to quell the anger of the invincible new powers, and to prepare for the future, isn't that right?

"If that useless puppet Pacus dies, it'll be my turn next. Do you really think I'm stupid?"

Chagall remained silent for a long time before saying with some sorrow, "Your Majesty, I have no other choice. If I send you out of the capital as well, the royal family will not be able to gain the trust of so many nobles who trust Kingdragagon. The people will be alienated, which will be detrimental to the future of the royal family."

Leonardo laughed: "So I should thank the Second Prince of the North?"

Chagall remained silent.

Leonardo looked silently at Chagall, who had single-handedly placed him on the throne: "I don't blame you, but this time I can't just sit here and wait to die. You're thinking of the eternal glory of Kingdragagon, but I only have one life. What I want to see is the prosperity of the Dragon King Kingdom in my hands, not to sacrifice myself for a future."

For the first time, Chagall showed a clear expression; he raised his eyebrows and looked at the king.

The latter waved his hand.

Chagall suddenly turned his head to look at a two-story royal resting room in the back garden.

With a creak, the door to the rest room opened, and in Chagall's narrowed pupils, four middle-aged men dressed in priestly robes embroidered with golden silk threads from the Milis stepped out of the room and approached Leonardo, their gaze turning suddenly gloomy.

They gave Leonardo a Milisani greeting and looked at him indifferently.

Leonardo nodded and gave a noble bow: "Thank you all for your hard work. We traveled day and night from Milris and have not been able to entertain you properly."

The four high priests from the Milis Papacy, one of whom shook his head and said, “Your Majesty, as Milis is a neighboring country, it is only natural for us to offer some assistance in such a crisis. Please do not be so polite.”

Chagall frowned deeply and instinctively reached for the knife at his side.

The priest ignored him completely, only looking at King Leonardo of the Dragon Kingdom.

The latter, in a sincere manner:

"Please help me, everyone, kill Allen Boreas Greirat."

(End of this chapter)