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

Chapter 542 The Reasons for Willfulness and the Shortened Distance (Part 2)

"Brother, what do you think?"

The owner of a mature, perfect body, well-developed and radiating beautiful feminine charm.
Looking at Allen, she uttered a soft, inquiring voice.

At the same time, she spoke while tugging at the ribbon, turning to the side, and slightly rotating her body.

Rise up on your tiptoes, push off with your arches, and spin in place, as if you were standing in front of a mirror, checking whether the angles from all directions are appropriate.

Where there is excess fat, where the bra design tends to accentuate the figure's flaws, where it can better showcase the strengths, and where it covers up too much.

The problem is, what Aisha is facing is not a mirror, but a person.

"Do we need to change to another set?"

Aisha pointed to her burgundy tube top and underwear, put her hands behind her back, and tilted her head to look at Allen:

"I deliberately chose something a bit conservative, but it should be watchable even for Allen, right? Is it good?"

This scene caught Allen's eye. He listened to Aisha's words and looked at Aisha's expression, and was slightly taken aback.

Perhaps the objective facts were too obvious, even though Eren himself had always stubbornly believed that Aisha was his younger sister, at this moment, the image of the little Aisha who had been following him around for the past few days suddenly became diametrically opposed to the image of the older Aisha in front of him.

The image of the cute, obedient, and sensible little Aisha from the past has been completely shattered in my mind.

A thought pierced my mind.

No matter how much she tries to convince herself or deceive herself, Aisha has always been the same.

She wasn't the cheerful girl who only called out "brother, brother," nor was she the one who needed to be sheltered from the wind and rain and provided with a good environment to grow up in.

Instead, she is now a mature woman who is somewhat assertive and stubborn, and who can express her anger openly. In front of someone she likes, she can also be openly happy and joyful.

She possesses the emotions and desires of an adult, and after experiencing many things, she has formed her own independent personality.

She doesn't need anyone to plan her path or tell her what she should and shouldn't do. Nor does she need anyone to restrain her or tell her what she can and cannot do.

Aisha, who comes from the future, carries a long-term plan. She lies low, hides, and tries her best to pretend to be a child. Aisha Notos Greirat is a victim of the grievances she makes in order to carry out her plan.

She finally revealed her true identity, achieving her long-awaited goal, emerging from the conspiracy, and eagerly tearing off her mask to show herself what she truly was.

She wanted to see her own reaction, wanted to receive praise, and wanted to show off all her strengths.

She wanted to rediscover herself, to be the person she truly was.

She had no intention of telling the world about her existence.

She just wanted to announce her arrival to Allen.

but.
Up to just now.

I have been refusing to see the real her.

He also wanted to turn her back into the little Aisha who used to follow him around.

The thought flashed by quickly, almost without pause, and required little time to think.

Why?

Allen had always known these simple 'truths,' but his subconscious kept ignoring them, trying to soothe the disharmony in his senses.

But now that he has clearly realized this, he feels that he should not continue like this.

So, he looked at Aisha's tilted face, re-examined her delicate features, and then openly looked down at her figure and underwear before finally returning his gaze to her face:
"It looks great, no need to change it."

Aisha was already bracing herself for Allen to slap her forehead again, but upon hearing this, she froze for a moment, glancing at Allen in a daze. She then noticed that Allen was examining her body, and her face quickly flushed red. She became somewhat flustered.

She clasped her hands in front of her, subconsciously adopting a maid's posture, but then felt something was off. Not knowing where to put her hands, she could only smooth her hair on her forehead and hum in a nasal voice.

Ellen continued, "Honestly, it's hard to make a strapless bra look good, but this burgundy strapless bra looks really good on Aisha. The color complements your skin tone and hair color perfectly, and it also highlights your best features."
No, ultimately it's because of her own excellent natural features. Aisha's shoulders, neck, waist, and back have very soft and natural lines, which have little to do with the strapless top.

Aisha touched her face, smoothed her hair, and blinked from side to side, looking unsteady on her feet: "I see."

Ellen nodded: "Yes, overall, she has a great figure, mature and charming. It seems I was right to choose the black dress; the cut of that dress accentuates all of Aisha's strengths to some extent."

Aisha blinked, realizing that in just a few words, she had quickly fallen into a vulnerable position and lost control of the conversation. She instinctively tried to tease Alan again to hide her unease:
"That's because my brother has such keen eyes and sees things so clearly!"

To everyone's surprise, Allen nodded: "Yes, that's how it is."

Of all the clothes I browsed in the clothing store, I found that the black dress is the most suitable for Aisha. As for the maid outfit, you actually need to adjust the waistline; it's a bit too loose for you.

Aisha: !!! !!!

Her pupils dilated in shock as she stared at Allen in utter panic. After a couple of breaths, she grabbed the black dress that was next to Allen and quickly pulled it over her head.

However, the fabric was piled up on Aisha's chest and she couldn't pull it down no matter what.

—Precisely because it's just too perfect, this dress can't be worn over the head like that. Aisha's waist is much thinner than her bust.

If you just put it on your head, the waist of the skirt will be stuck firmly to your neck and won't go down at all.

She tugged at the hem of her skirt a couple of times before realizing there was a buckle at the back that needed to be unfastened to put it on properly. However, with both hands inside the hem, it was difficult to reach the buckle on the outside.

If it were just a few minutes ago, Aisha would have been smiling and staring intently at Ellen as she asked her brother for help. But now, she suddenly couldn't handle Ellen's personality and didn't dare to speak or look at him. She reached out to take off her skirt again.

Just then, Allen's hand came into her field of vision.

He casually grabbed the hem of her black skirt that was bunched up around her neck, precisely located the clasp, unfastened it, and lifted the hem.
With a whoosh, the skirt swooped down like a black butterfly flapping its wings, stopping abruptly at Aisha's calves, then fluttering and dancing.

Aisha looked down at the swaying hem of her skirt and silently straightened the folds and wrinkles on the front of her dress.

Allen walked behind her and naturally reached out to fasten the buckle on her back again.

"Okay, that's perfect. Let's go look at ourselves in the mirror outside."

"Okay."

Then, Aysha followed Allen to the clothing store and stood in front of the mirror.

Only then did I look up, and in the mirror:

—A beautiful woman with long, fiery red hair, whose face was somewhat unfamiliar, stood in front of the mirror after a long time. Her features were very different from those of Loki and Shilufi. She had big eyes and resembled Izoruti, but her nose was not as high.

Her face was gentle, giving off a friendly vibe, but her slightly narrowed eyes held a hint of cunning and languor, making her appear quite intelligent. And the black dress, just as her brother had said, perfectly accentuated her shapely figure. Her waist, chest, hips, and legs weren't as prominently displayed as in a tight-fitting dress, thanks to the flowing fabric, but the well-tailored design perfectly revealed her figure, which was hidden beneath the surface.

Simple and elegant, yet with a graceful and refined appearance.

It's like a flower in full bloom.
"See? Doesn't it suit Aisha perfectly? Like a bouquet of black irises in full bloom."

But a bouquet is a bouquet, and Aisha is Aisha; you are more beautiful than any flower.

Allen clapped lightly, but then frowned when he saw Aisha's tattered boots. He waved for Aisha to wait a moment, looked around the store, walked to a shoe rack, and picked up a pair of suede black round-toe leather boots.

He walked up to Aisha, squatted down, gestured a couple of times, and then untied the straps on the side of her boots.

He gestured for Aisha to put on her shoes.

Aisha looked down at the top of Allen's head, her eyes sparkling. She placed her hand on Allen's shoulder for balance, then obediently slipped her foot into her shoe. Allen fastened the straps, and only after both boots were on did he straighten up, looking at Aisha in the mirror and admiringly saying:
"That would be perfect."

Aisha also looked in the mirror.

However, she didn't look at herself, but stared at the young man with white hair, who was lazily smiling with his chin resting on his hand.

"Yes, brother, this is perfect."

Allen nodded: "Then how about trying on a maid outfit?"

Unexpectedly, Aisha shook her head: "No need."

Allen: "Hmm?"

The two stood side by side, looking at each other through a mirror.

Aisha's inexplicable shyness from earlier vanished. She stared intently into Ellen's eyes, her face serious, and after a long while, she suddenly burst into laughter, her voice as clear and melodious as a silver bell.

“A long, long time ago, when I was still young, in my own timeline, I actually had many opportunities to talk to my brother like I did today.”

However, at that time, he always appeared as a child:

My brother is very tall, and I am very short.

My brother's words, actions, and expressions were exactly as he had described to Xia Aixia; I remember it very clearly.

Looking back, I have many vivid and beautiful memories that are hard to forget. Whenever they appear in my dreams, they cause my emotions to fluctuate wildly, and I can clearly feel happiness.

But I always felt something was missing.

What's wrong?

I couldn't figure it out until the news that the time magic might succeed was confirmed. Only then did I suddenly realize what was missing.
In my memory, all of my brother's words and actions were directed at his young sister.
But now, I've clearly grown up, haven't I?

If my brother Allen saw me now, would he look at me with a different expression, say different words, and speak in a different tone, and tell me how he sees me?

So, in the years since the time magic, I have always been looking forward to a moment, a moment when I can be with my brother Allen in my current form.

Just now, that moment finally arrived, and I fulfilled my long-cherished wish.

At this point, Aisha paused slightly, glancing at Alan in the mirror, who was silently listening to her, and smiled with narrowed eyes as she continued:

"At present, many things have changed as expected."

In my brother's eyes, I am an adult who has experienced many ups and downs, a different Aisha from the one he remembers.

And in my eyes, my brother is not the same brother I remember.

But I just realized that no matter how the process changes, no matter how my brother's way of talking to me, his eyes, his tone of voice, or his behavior changes, it doesn't affect me at all.
Ultimately, it points to the same result: nothing has changed.

Allen raised his eyebrows slightly. Even the Water God was somewhat confused by Aisha's incoherent words.

"I'm sorry, brother. I've been acting all willful until now. That's enough, brother. I'm very satisfied with what you've done so far."

As she spoke, she turned and walked into the lingerie section, folded up a few other pieces of lingerie she liked, put them in a paper bag, turned back, took the maid outfit from Ellen's hand, and quickly folded and packed it up.

He then turned and walked towards the entrance of the clothing store.

As they approached the store entrance, it seemed as if they noticed that Allen behind them hadn't taken a single step and stood still.

Alan stared at Aisha's retreating figure, his lips slightly parted. He wanted to clarify what she had just said. His intuition told him that Aisha's words contained some of her longing desires.

However, after subconsciously strengthening their ability to process logical flow, they become even less able to discern the hidden purpose beneath the other person's disordered sentence structure.

At this moment.

She stood quietly at the doorway, turning her head to look.

The morning sun outside cast a purple glow around Aisha's black dress, creating a beautiful and enchanting scene.

It truly resembles a black iris.

Allen smiled helplessly as he looked at Aisha waiting for him.

I was just urging them on, but now they're the ones urging me on.

There's still plenty of time on the road, so let's first discuss the follow-up plans with Auersted. On the way back to the capital, we can gradually get to know and communicate with the current Aisha.

Yes, we must not treat her like a child like before.

Just then, a gentle voice, as always, came from in front of her, the tone no longer carrying the willful air she had shown during the fitting.

Slow, clear, and full of convincing power:

“Let’s go, brother. Deep in the mountains north of Vibon, there is a teleportation magic circle that was sealed by Austerd using dragon clan secret techniques.”

Orsteed has the right to use almost all the teleportation magic circles in the world. Later, brother can 'see' where sister Loki and the others are. If they have already arrived in Ars, that would be great.

In this way, by transferring the magic circle, we will be able to see Sister Loki, Sister Silphi, and Sister Izoruti tomorrow afternoon.

"My brother can also return to the capital as quickly as possible to see Rudy, Lord Philip, and Lady Hilda."

Alan did not answer, but simply gazed at Aisha silently.

She was backlit, so her face was not visible.

(End of this chapter)