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

Chapter 551 Aisha's Feelings, Gravel is Still Trying His Best
The journey from Rigate City to the capital passed quickly. For various reasons, Allen felt a bit apprehensive about returning home and subconsciously chose to take a carriage instead of using his fighting spirit to run back.

Even so, in his perception, the half-month journey still felt exceptionally long.

Long
Especially during certain moments of interaction with someone:
"Ah~ It's been so long since I've had such a leisurely journey. Before, I would think about when the 'final moment' would come every day. I even dreamed about time magic, timelines, and when Alsterd would kill my brother."

But when that moment actually arrived, I suddenly relaxed and felt a little too happy, so happy that I felt like I had nothing to do all day long!

That's Aisha's voice.

"Is this your excuse for washing clothes only every two days? We agreed you're a housekeeper, not a maid, so why are you still acting like one?"

That's Allen's voice.

"The Apostles of Gods and Humans are the minions cultivated by Gods and Humans. Killing the Apostles of Gods and Humans is a crucial means of severing the Gods and Humans' plans. Now that Allenboreas Greirat has been confirmed not to be an Apostle of Gods and Humans, there's no need for me to bring this up every time we talk about it."

These were the words that Alsteed had finally uttered after enduring so much pressure, finally speaking up to clarify the situation.

but
The voices of the three drifted out from the windows of the carriage that was traveling across the capital.

Ellen and Aisha completely ignored Alsteed.

Autumn in Yars was as usual, with clear skies and bright sunshine. The somewhat deserted and chaotic buildings on the outskirts of the royal city sped past with the rumbling of the carriage wheels.

The adventurer settlement is bustling with people. Since the "Fitoa Territory Reconstruction Act" was passed a week ago, many people have sensed the scent of money and flocked to the capital, hoping to obtain some bodyguard/security/transportation jobs in the early stages.

However, today, they were not able to enter the free zone all at once and were blocked outside the city walls.

For some reason, the Free Zone was closed to ordinary citizens today. The large crowd was blocked outside the city walls, most of them looking confused. The voices of a few people drifted into Allen's ears on the wind:

"I heard that something big is happening in the Free Zone and the Noble Zone today, so the public is restricted from entering. It's only for today, so don't worry."

"I see. Then I'll come back tomorrow to ask that sir for a less demanding job. But why? Do you know what important matter it is?"

"It seems a viscount was awarded a medal today."

Allen remained unmoved by the information drifting through the carriage window.

No, to be precise, it's not that he's indifferent; rather, Bking, who is considered a god-level water spirit, is currently quite preoccupied with his own affairs and unable to handle the environmental information he receives in real time with ease.

At this moment, he was simply sitting in the carriage talking to Aisha across from him.

But ever since he accepted in his heart that 'Aisha is an independent individual with her own personality, and that we should respect her choices and not treat her like a child,' he actually felt a slight connection with this once innocent, adorable, and mischievous younger sister.
gap
otherwise.
How do you explain why I always feel at a loss when talking to Aisha lately?

The domineering relationship we used to have, where I held the upper hand, was completely gone. The little maid with the childlike face, always showing her little tiger teeth and tilting her head up in a silly, goofy way.
At what specific time?
Allen thought it was after trying on the clothes.

At that moment, slightly distracted, the red-haired maid in a maid outfit, her green pupils wide with surprise, smoothed her neatly trimmed bangs and asked in astonishment:
"Is she a maid? But the butler is also responsible for the master's daily life, right? Since there's no maid around right now, I'll have to take on several roles."

As she spoke, she broke free from her 'obedient' posture of sitting upright in the car seat with her hands on her thighs.

Leaning forward, turning one's face to the side, getting closer, bending over.

Her chest, heavy and slightly sagging, was caught by the front of her clothes, creating a perfect arc.

Pressing his knees, he moved closer to Allen's face, scrutinizing Allen's slightly stiff expression and looking into his eyes, as if counting the frequency of his eyelashes trembling.

"But I can tell you're clearly enjoying yourself, brother!"

Allen stared blankly into Aisha's eyes.

Aisha, now a 'big' maid, saw Eren's tense expression, revealed her fangs, and smiled, "Right?"

Alan, inhaling the faint scent of lotus blossoms emanating from his shirt collar, suppressed the urge to flick Aisha's forehead like he would a child, and replied sternly with a straight face:
"That's absolutely not true. I'm just stating the facts."

Alsted, sitting on the other side of the carriage, was completely ignored and silently watched the two of them act like this, then turned his head to look out the window again.

Aisha blinked.

—The bangs in front of the eyes have changed from the wild, long style to a carefully trimmed, parted bangs.

Her bangs were layered and not too thick, which made Aisha's big eyes look bright and lively. Her soft eyebrows were faintly visible among her hair, softening Aisha's somewhat thin oval face shape caused by the rapid integration of her body.

Naturally, TONY-Eren's dedication is immediately apparent.

Aisha flicked a strand of hair from her forehead with her finger, her gaze fixed on the hair. She was slightly cross-eyed, looking adorable: "But didn't we agree before? Brother would cut my hair, and I would do your laundry?"

Alan's eye twitched slightly, and he regretted making a casual suggestion ten days ago to Aisha to be open about it.
"I thought it was just a shower, but you came to take my clothes the very next day before I went to sleep. You have to understand that my normal daily activities don't cause me to sweat, and sweating can also prevent some dirt from getting on my body."

Before she could finish speaking, Aisha grabbed Allen's sleeve.

The two of them looked down at Allen's sleeve.

There was a faint stain on it—it was sawdust from the charcoal that Aisha had lit at noon.

Aisha exclaimed in surprise, "Brother's sleeves are dirty again!"

Allen: -_-#
The latter raised his hand as if to knock Aisha's head.

Aisha, however, remained bowed, looking at Allen's face with an attitude of complete fearlessness.

The two were left speechless and awkwardly awkward.

The carriage also stopped, and in stark contrast to the noise outside the window, there was a somewhat chaotic atmosphere.

Just then, Alsted, who had been leaning against the edge of the carriage and had tried his best to appear invisible, but whose presence was not diminished at all due to his large size and fierce face, lowered the curtain and looked at the two of them, turning his gaze away from the window:

"We've arrived at the Free Zone gates. The gates are under martial law today. Allen Perberreas Greirat, you need to get out of the car and identify yourself, otherwise the three of us might have to climb over the city walls to enter. Also, now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, there's no need to say I would kill Allen Perberreas again."

Before he could finish speaking, Allen lifted the curtain and turned to leave.

Aisha twisted her body and followed closely behind.

Alsteid:
He stared at the swaying carriage curtains for a long while before frowning and leaning against the edge of the carriage window, lost in thought.

If there were still people inside the carriage, one could vaguely see Auersted's lips moving like this:
"Allen Borea Allen Allen Allen"

They were actually practicing calling Allen by his first name instead of following their usual practice of addressing him by his full name.

Combined with his hair color, he didn't resemble the Dragon God who was renowned throughout the six worlds; he seemed more like a lonely old man trying to please his descendants who grew up far away and had never met him.

Outside the train carriage, it was lively, with people chatting in small groups.

After Allen got out of the car, his hair color and the sword at his waist attracted the attention of some passersby, but they were quickly drawn to the figure of Aisha behind him.

Then Allen glanced at them sideways, and they all looked away.

Aisha caught up with Allen in two steps and followed him to his right and slightly behind.

Allen turned his gaze, and although he subconsciously felt that Aisha's maid outfit had enough fabric and was more suitable in some ways than that black dress, he still spoke as they walked:

"Do I have to wear a maid outfit?"

Aisha nodded seriously, making the air blurry: "Of course, now that we're inside the capital, I have to do my job as a steward!"

Allen:
In the time it took to say those two sentences, the two had already walked quickly to the city gate.

After posting a notice at the city gate that read "Free Zone Closed Today," the armored guards of the Free Zone stood silently at the city gate, seemingly tired of explaining. They ignored the civilians and adventurers who kept asking questions and simply stood there with their eyes down.

Upon seeing Allen and Aisha approaching, they raised their eyelids, first glancing at Aisha's maid outfit, then at Allen's meticulously stitched shirt, and finally at the carriage from which the two had alighted.

Upon discovering that there were no badges indicating identification on it, he then spoke to Allen in front of him:
"Free zone closed today."

Allen was glancing at the notice on the wall when he turned to Aisha and casually explained to her, with the self-awareness of an Arsman who had grown up in the capital:

"It looks like there will be a peerage awarding ceremony. After the peerage is awarded, there will be a parade through the streets. At this time, the free zone and the noble zone will be sealed off to prevent riots."

Aisha looked back at Allen, a glint of light in her eyes: "Is my brother explaining something to me?"

Allen was taken aback, then turned to look at the guard:
“Bereas family, we must return to the manor.”

Upon hearing this, the guards all frowned. The leader looked the two up and down, his gaze lingering briefly on Aisha's red hair. After examining her face and confirming that she was not the fiery red lion of the Boreas family, he asked, "A member of the Boreas family? A servant who went out to buy supplies? Show me your family crest and insignia."

Allen raised an eyebrow: "I was in a hurry when I came out and didn't bring it."

The guard asked suspiciously, "The families of the Boreas family can support themselves without leaving the Free Zone. Currently, besides Ars, only Lord Sauros, the former patriarch of the Boreas family, is still in the Crimson Dragon Mountains and has not yet returned. As for the young master of the Boreas family..."

At this point, the head guard suddenly paused. He glanced at Allen's face, hurriedly pulled a portrait from his armor, compared it to Allen's, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I told you that according to the news from the palace, Lord Allen is still in the conflict zone. That scared the hell out of me! Tell me! Who are you? Why are you impersonating Lord Allen Boreas Greirat?!"

Allen frowned, glancing sideways at Aisha, who was looking at him with a slight smile, before stepping forward to examine the portrait in the soldier's hand.

Then his eye started twitching.

The person in the portrait is imposing and sits at the dining table, reaching out as if to touch the person looking at the portrait.

His smooth brown hair is exactly the same as Allen's appearance two years ago.

But those weird, squinty eyes at the bottom, with their forced smiles, are drawn so well they're practically indistinguishable from a ghost's.

Allen stared at the portrait for a long while, then suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled with a sense of peace.
"Can't you hire a more reliable artist? The body shape is completely different, and the smile is so sinister. Are you sure this thing can prove it's me?"

The head guard was taken aback, then flew into a rage: "How dare you! This was drawn by His Highness the First Prince himself to show his closeness to Lord Allen!"

Allen's smile froze.

He said that the way he was sitting in the chair just now had a vague sense of déjà vu.

This is clearly a scene from two years ago where he killed James and orchestrated Gravel to publicly endorse the righteousness of his patricide.

So, in Gravel's eyes, I was such a repulsive person back then?

Is this your reason for drawing me so sinister? It doesn't match my image at all! Who could recognize me?
Aisha curiously approached, chuckled upon seeing the portrait, and then, under Allen's puzzled gaze, she tiptoed and stretched her face toward his.

The latter was somewhat puzzled and dodged slightly. Just then, his superior Water God Flow perception saw that Aisha's expression froze when he subconsciously dodged. Then, for some reason, he inexplicably sent his face back.

It landed perfectly on Aisha's hand.

Allen gave him a puzzled look.

--What's wrong?
Aisha's green eyes sparkled as she looked at Allen's face, gently touching it. Her fingers lightly traced the bridge of Allen's nose, and she chuckled. She flipped her wrist and reached out to rub Allen's eyes, forcibly shaping his eyebrows and eyes into crescent moons.

Turning to the head of the guards, he said:
"how about this?"

The head guard glanced at it, then hesitated and said, "It does look somewhat similar."

Allen: No?? You're going to do this??

Allen grabbed Aisha's hand, and she chuckled, then turned to the guard with a completely serious expression.

“My name is Aisha Notos Greirat, and the man beside me is indeed Ellen Boreas Greirat.”

His appearance has changed somewhat in the last two years. Since we cannot verify his identity at this time, let's stop wasting time talking and go inside to inform him.

Ars's guards were also shameless, and their soft-spoken explanations were just endless nagging. But when they saw Aisha's attitude harden, the leader exchanged a glance with the guards beside him.

But he uttered something completely unexpected: "Today is Lord Roltz's investiture ceremony."

Allen was somewhat surprised by this, but quickly understood and teased:
"That guy Gravel is really working hard; it's giving Hilfi a headache."

The head of the guards, who had seen Allen from afar two years ago, stared at the latter's face, which was completely different from his previous impression. After a long time, until Allen's face slowly overlapped with the face in his memory, he stopped his subtle probing.

Why the test?

The soldiers' leader suppressed the excitement he had been forcibly holding back from the very beginning:
"My name is Hill Chels, the third son of the Chels family, a senior swordsman of the Water God style, and the captain of the fourth squad of the Noble District Street Legion. Today I have been assigned to the Free District city gate to be responsible for security."

Over the past two years, our family has been fortunate to receive Lord Philip's patronage. Recently, we have been busy with duties and have not had the opportunity to meet him. We will pay our respects in a few days.

As he spoke, he bowed deeply, performing a meticulous subordinate's salute:
"The loyal Street Legion has been waiting for your return, Commander."

(End of this chapter)