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

Chapter 530 A Stroll Under the Moon: The Real Problem Brought About by the Change in Appearance, A Person Arrives at Night

As Chagall watched Allen and Pacus talk, he inexplicably thought of Leonardo, who was still full of vigor and ambition back then.

He suddenly felt a bit disheartened and lost the will to continue his tug-of-war with Allen.

After the two finished talking, Shagall looked at Allen and said:
"Now that everything has been settled, the matter is over. I'll take my leave now. There are still many things to do, such as calming the panicked nobles and arranging His Majesty's funeral."

He paused slightly at this point.

"The fact that the Wanglong Kingdom colluded with the Holy Empire of Milis and was assassinated by their agents is a settled matter."

Allen looked at Chagall and thought to himself that this guy was indeed a shrewd old man who had served several generations of kings. His words and actions were definitely more sophisticated than those nobles in Asura who had been living in comfort for too long. He could take things on and let them go, and he was willing to lie low and wait for a comeback in the future.

Although Pacus is much more mature in this playthrough than in the original story, I gave him a different political map, and the enemies are much stronger.

"Aren't you worried that I might change my mind in the future?"

Chagall paused for a moment, glanced at Randolph, and gave a self-deprecating smile:
"Most of the seven great powers don't have much attachment to power, precisely because they are confident enough in themselves and don't need to use power to demonstrate their strength, right? If Pakus fails in the future, it will only prove that he is not the person you are looking for, and will not lead you to continue to come to the Dragon King Kingdom to stir up trouble."

Allen nodded outwardly, but inwardly he felt somewhat helpless:
That depends on how my relationship with Alsteed is at that time.

After saying this, Chagall seemed tired, and he sighed, "Well then, I'll take my leave."

Allen nodded: "Okay."

Just then, a somewhat disheveled Randolph suddenly appeared in front of Popus. To the Eighteenth Princess's slightly surprised gaze, he grabbed Popus's hand and said with a smile:

"Although Chagall is very dissatisfied with the current situation, it is not bad for me. I will visit you in the future to fulfill the promise you made to me that day."

Parkus paused, then realized that Randolph wanted him to try cooking. Remembering Randolph's excellent culinary skills and Alan's suggestive remark, he gripped Randolph's hand tightly in return.
"It's a deal! I look forward to tasting your cooking again!"

Randolph smiled and nodded, then disappeared from Pacus's sight, reappearing behind Chagall and following him toward the carriage bearing Chagall's personal insignia in the distance.

They brushed past Allen, who, looking at Parkus's face, suddenly seemed to remember something, turned his head, and spoke in a gesture that seemed to encompass everyone present out of the corner of his eye:
"Oh, right, there's one more question."

Chagall stiffened, and after a long pause, slowly turned his head to look at Allen:

"Please tell me."

Allen said, "I want to ask you, what exactly is the next step in the God of Man's plan?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chagall, Randolph, Pacus, and the Eighteenth Princess all showed some confusion in their eyes, which was then accurately detected by Allen's senses.

Chagall: "What?"

Allen shook his head: "It's nothing. Have you deliberately distanced yourself from the Milis Temple in your Weibang to some extent? It seems you are quite wary of the Milis Holy Empire. You're so angry that you don't even ask this neighbor for help."

Chagall's eyes darkened: "Precisely because it's so close, the Holy Empire of Milis is comparable." He pursed his lips, gave a noble salute to Allen, who was already in Asura's camp, and then turned and got into the carriage not far away.

Randolph nodded to Allen: "Well then, farewell."

The two boarded the carriage one after the other. After the curtain was lowered, the muddy wheels began to roll and slowly drove away from the gate of the Eighteenth Princess's residence.

Inside the carriage, only after turning a corner and completely out of Allen's sight did Chagall finally let out a long sigh, touching his sweat-soaked clothes and cursing under his breath:
"That's tough!"

Randolph, looking at the fully equipped pots and pans and the several chests of gold in the carriage, couldn't help but laugh:
"The general still has a lot of magnanimity."

Chagall wiped the sweat from his brow with annoyance:
“Alan Boreas Greirat is stronger than I imagined. I thought that Parkus would be dead by now, and that if I was slow to run away, I would be in trouble. But I didn’t expect that no one died and that I was forced to negotiate with Alan Boreas Greirat. If I leave and Parkus really ascends to the throne, that will be a real problem.”

"Didn't the General say he predicted that Allen Boreas Greirat would leave the Dragon King Kingdom?"

"What's the big deal? What if he changes his mind?"

"Hehe. And now?"

Chagall straightened up, propped his head up, and gazed at the night view outside the window:
"Pacus is easier to deal with than Allen Boreas Greirat. This is the best-case scenario. I'd like to see what tricks this kid can pull off with a useless princess."

"Your Majesty the King"

Chagall waved his hand: "The Holy Empire of Milis has wolfish ambitions, there's nothing more to say."

“I mean, he just died like that, isn’t it a pity, General? After all, you had high hopes for him.”

Chagall remained silent for a moment before speaking:

“If I truly had high hopes for him, I wouldn’t have supported the First Prince so early on. Over the years, Leonardo has become increasingly unfamiliar to me, and he has close ties with those charlatans of Milis.”

"I see."

"But... God? Plan? What was Allen Boreas Greirat just saying?"

"I wonder, does 'human god' refer to the legendary gods of the human realm?"

"It seems to be referring to Milis's inexplicable behavior."

-

Allen watched the carriage depart. In that moment, he saw Pacus embracing the eighteenth princess, whispering inquiries about her power and situation. But the more he asked, the more somber his expression became. Finally, he sighed and said to Allen:
"Lord Allen, I need to take Princess to the residential area to assist Lord Northern God II and Lord Northern God III in putting out the fire. Would you like to come along?"

Allen waved his hand: "I'm not going to compete with you for this little bit of fame. Go ahead, the Radiance of the Secret Sword is with them too, go and get some exposure. I'm tired too, I'll go back and rest early."

Parkus gave Allen a grateful look and hurried away.

Then only Eren and Aisha remained standing there.

The two exchanged a glance, and Allen frowned: "It feels like this time it was a bit too easy, which is a little unsettling."

Aisha, on the other hand, looked relaxed: "It's mostly because Eren is too strong. At this point, there aren't many plans that can work on him anymore."

Allen said, "Perhaps."

Aisha sniffed the smoky smell on the two of them: "Let's go back to the hotel. I'll help my brother wash his clothes; they all stink."

Allen: "You're the one who smells bad. I've been wrapped in the Flowing Secret Technique and I smell good."

Aisha asked curiously, "Really? Let me smell it?" She leaned closer, and Allen scooped her up, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and headed towards the hotel.

"However, you are actually able to sense being watched by the Demon Eye. That's impressive. Although you are exhausted and look very tired, the amount of magic power in your body is still quite remarkable. I am far inferior to you."

Aisha adjusted herself into a comfortable position, quite pleased with herself: "Of course, I'm the youngest leader of the magic troupe in the history of the Kingdom of Asura, and an honorary professor at the Magic University. This little thing is nothing to me~"

Allen laughed: "Compared to Rudy?"

This clearly refers to a comparison with the future.

Aisha, with her neck stiff, said, "In terms of magic, of course my perception and control are stronger. Rudy is good at researching magical tools, and his magical power, which is derived from the Laplace factor, is greater than mine. In other aspects, I am still better!" Allen watched Aisha's legs swinging in front of his face and took a step forward.

Footsteps pattered on the stone slabs.

He suddenly asked, "In the future, did he help Qixing find a way back?"

Aisha's body stiffened slightly, and she mumbled, "No, no."

Allen nodded: "As expected, you know where Rudy and I come from. He is not Rudyus Notos Greirat, and I am not Allen Boreas Greirat either."

Aisha hugged Eren's neck: "But a brother is a brother."

She paused for a moment, then added, "My brother also said that it is the time you spent with us that makes this close relationship so precious. What matters is the time itself, not status, position, where it comes from, or where it goes."

Allen's eyes flickered, but he laughed: "These words are clearly what I said in the future to persuade you to change your maid mentality, right? And you're using them like this?"

Aisha pouted: "Brother Allen, you clearly understand the multiple layers of meaning in what you said better than I do."

Allen looked up at the moon and thought of Hilda, Philip, Sauros, and Hilfi, who had not yet seen his appearance change.

"It's always easier to talk to smart people, but you're too smart. It feels like you can know what I'm thinking."

Aisha squinted her eyes, revealing her little fangs:
"Isn't that a good thing? I'm the head butler of Boreas! Of course I need to know what my master is thinking."

"Call me master again and I'll kick you. Did you teach Melna all those weird quirks? Are you just trying to make me look bad?"

"Luai," Aisha stuck out her tongue.

She looked up at the moon in the sky, and after a while, chuckled:
"When I was teaching her, I just wondered what kind of changes in her expression would occur when Melna saw her brother, whether her expression would become very interesting, whether she would panic, or whether she would righteously torture Melna, or how she would carefully explain to Sister Loki, Sister Sylphie, and Sister Izoruti?"

Just thinking about it makes me very excited and anticipate it; I can even picture those never-before-seen expressions on Allen's face in my mind.

Allen lowered his eyes, unsure of what to say next.

Aisha rested her chin on Allen's head: "But the moment I actually came back, the moment I saw Allen's face, all those curious thoughts and funny guesses were completely forgotten."

The significance of fantasy lies in bridging the gap between oneself and what one cannot reach, so as to obtain some intangible expectations.

But when the distance was finally closed, and the dream became reality, the moment I saw my brother Allen standing in front of me...

Those things are no longer important.

After he finished speaking, silence enveloped the two of them, and even the sound of Allen's footsteps on the stone slabs became softer.

When the two were almost at the hotel, Allen finally spoke.

However, the topic was changed:
"I need to leave the Dragon King Kingdom as soon as possible; I still feel somewhat uneasy."

Even though the gods and humans didn't have many cards in hand this time, it was still simpler than expected.

The wind howled, but the raindrops were small.

The night breeze brushed against Aisha's face. She looked down at Allen's head beneath her chin, then looked up:
"Then we'll set off tomorrow?"

Allen nodded: "Before that, let's go to the Temple of Milis in Vebon. Chagall was very restrained and resistant when dealing with the Milis forces, but Leonardo, under the influence of the gods, had a deep relationship with the Milis Papal faction."

With these two forces balancing each other out, it's really hard to determine how much the Miris Temple in the Wanglong Kingdom is hiding beneath the surface. And even if we take a step back, I also need to check inside the temple to see if there's a higher-level baptismal altar hidden there. This would provide a backup plan for Senis's divine transformation healing, ensuring a foolproof solution.

At this point, Allen looked up at Aisha's face:

"Have you been there? The Temple of Milis in the Kingdom of Wanglong?"

Aisha looked into Allen's eyes and nodded mechanically: "We must be fully prepared."

"I'm asking...have you been to the Temple of Milis in the Kingdom of Wanglong?"

Aisha was taken aback, then responded with a series of "Oh, oh, oh!" sounds: "No, I've never been there. The main temple of the Holy Empire of Milis has an altar of sufficient scale."

Allen said with a hint of helplessness, "Of course the Temple of Gods has one."

Aisha coughed lightly: "That's true."

The two had arrived at the hotel entrance. Since they hadn't checked in yet, Allen carried Aisha to the front desk and asked for a two-bedroom suite.

Although it was late at night, the hotel was bustling with activity. The crowd had been awakened by the powerful shock from the earlier explosion. Some people ran downstairs wrapped in bathrobes, some were only wearing underwear, and some, seemingly in the middle of something, jumped out of the window, grimacing and begging for healing services.

In such a noisy environment, Alan quietly went upstairs, opened the door, prepared the bath water, and he and Aisha finished washing up.

They said goodnight to each other and went to their respective rooms to rest.

Soon after, the faint snoring of Aisha, who had fallen asleep due to exhaustion of her magic, could be heard from within the flow of energy.

Allen sat by the window, looking out.

"A soul from another world. Acceptance is about spending time together to build intimacy, not about social status."

"Is that so?"

Beside Allen.

The exploration of the positioning system has created a window.

On the other side of the window, as usual, Hilda was fast asleep, holding her hand at her bedside.

But Hilda wasn't asleep; she was looking out the window at the moon.

On the bedside table, the letter Allen had sent was open.

"Mom, my appearance has changed a bit. You might be surprised if you saw it."

I am a hero summoned by a reincarnation spell.

-

Outside Wanglong City, horse-drawn carriages rolled and crushed the mud.

Someone lifted the car curtain and frowned as they looked at the smoke and dust from the explosion, which was still clearly visible in the night sky above Weibang.

"That's quite a commotion. Is there enough time?"

(End of this chapter)