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

Chapter 566 Allen: Oh no, I've turned into a toy!
"Butler, Miss, the master's and master Philip's bedroom is on the third floor in the northeast corner."

Next to it are Lord Philip's study, Lady Hilda's dressing room, and their cloakroom.

Lord Sauros's bedroom was located in the northwest corner, across a courtyard corridor, next to the mansion's corner tower, which had a separate spiral staircase. Lord Sauros often gazed at the scenery of the capital from there.

The separate bedrooms on both sides served as workrooms for the personal maids, storage rooms, rest rooms, and water boiler rooms.

It was already 11 p.m.

The restaurant has been completely cleaned up, of course, under Aisha's directives.

Hilfi was quite drunk; she had been clinging to Allen's arm and leaning against him since earlier.

Allen tried to go over and help several times, but was defended one-on-one each time.

This hand was gripped tightly by Hilfi, and it roamed repeatedly over her thigh.

Oh dear, it can't be pulled away.

Not a single drop can be extracted.

Allen swore that it was really because Hilfi was holding on too tightly, not because he, as a god-level water god swordsman, was unable to break free.

However, Aisha was sensible and didn't cause Eren any worry.

Although she was unfamiliar with the situation at the Boreas mansion, she quickly became a dutiful butler through communication with Lil.

Throughout this process, she barely glanced at Allen, and even when Alifa tried to go over and help the drunken Sylphie, she grabbed her and bombarded her with questions.

This question went from the first floor all the way up to the second floor where Hilfi's dormitory was located.

"I see. So the third floor is a restricted area at night. Who's in charge of that area?"

Lil secretly glanced in Allen's direction, but Aisha twisted her body and completely blocked her view.

She sniffed: "It's Lil, isn't she the head maid? If it's on the second floor, then it's me."

Aisha nodded and clapped her hands.

"Okay, from now on I will be in full charge of the second floor."

"what?"

Aisha frowned, looking at Alifa's cute face with a sinister gaze, her smile devoid of any warmth:
"You seem to have a problem with that?"

Alifa bowed his head and quickly apologized:
"No, no, I'll do whatever Butler Aisha says!"

"Go boil some water. The young mistress and young master need to wash up. Have the maid carry the bathtub directly to the bedroom."

"it is good."

"Oh, by the way, is the bedroom next to the young master and young mistress's empty?"

"The original plan was for me to stay here and respond to some of Madam Sylphie's requests in the evenings, but Madam Sylphie has been sleeping with the mistress for the past two years, so I haven't stayed here many times."

"I'm staying here now. Tell the maid to make the bed."

".good."

Aisha watched with a forced smile as Alifa, whose ears were drooping, led the maids to the boiler room to work, before turning to look at Allen behind her.

Allen and Hilfi were standing at the door of the latter's bedroom. Allen was standing in front, with one hand reaching back as if to support Hilfi's waist.

The latter leaned against his back, looking drowsy. Only her soft white hair could be seen hanging down along Allen's arm, her face hidden in the shadow of Allen's shoulder and her hair.

Aisha smiled and walked over in a few steps:

"Brother, Sister Silphie, how do I look? Am I a competent housekeeper?"

Allen's expression was a little awkward. He coughed lightly and nodded. "Yes, you adapted very quickly. No, wait, I mean, you've really become addicted to being a butler."

Before he could finish speaking, Allen stopped, his eyes widening as he stared at Aisha's face with a serious expression.

Aisha stuck out her tongue: "Even if it's a cameo, you have to be serious. Besides, I have no intention of being a cameo. From now on, I, Aisha Notos Greirat, will be in charge of all the housework on the second floor."

Hilfi seemed to be awakened by Aisha's voice. She groggily peeked out from behind Allen, her eyes still half-closed in sleep:

"Thank you. It's Aisha's first day here, so I should have been the one arranging these things. Besides, having a butler would be a waste of Aisha's talents. Rudy just said that you are an outstanding magician."
I apologize for what happened today; I was too impulsive. Because Lil said that many noblewomen from the capital went to the streets trying to stop Allen—what kind of story would unfold?
"I'm sorry to have made you laugh."

Allen raised an eyebrow.

Did the two have some kind of conflict before?
He was about to speak when his shoulders suddenly stiffened.

Aisha jolted awake, straightened her back, and quickly waved her hand:

"No, no, no, Sister Sylphie did the right thing. If I were in your shoes..."

She paused for a moment after saying this, a hint of annoyance flashing in her eyes, before changing the subject: "If I had been Boreas's butler before, I would have broken the legs of any philandering women I saw!"

Hilfi didn't speak, her head down, seemingly lost in thought.

Aisha panicked slightly: "...I mean..."

"It's okay, I understand. Aisha worked very hard. Even from just hearing a few words, I can tell that Aisha and Rudy must have put in a lot of effort to get Eren standing unharmed in front of us. Thank you."

Allen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the two had started to communicate harmoniously, and then wanted to speak again.

He turned to look at Sylphie, his expression saying: Sylphie, it's been two years, how come you've become so bold? ???
What they saw was Silphi's flushed face with her eyes misty with tears.

Of course I'd be shy about this, and I had absolutely no experience with it.

But Hilfi is in the Boreas family, where there are special private life classes in the training program for the young mistress.

It is no exaggeration to say that Hilfi's theoretical knowledge is now richer than that of the studious Loki.

They know the nightlife activities that conform to normal people's thinking like the back of their hand, and they also know the aristocratic nighttime ambiance that does not conform to normal people's thinking by heart.

All that's left is to put it into practice.

Because Eren's figure obscured her view, Aisha, whose field of vision was in a blind spot, could only see Sylphie peeking out from behind Eren, her hands waving even more enthusiastically:
"Those things are minor. I can honestly say that Sister Sylphie is under a lot of pressure in the capital. If I were in her shoes, I definitely wouldn't have been able to handle the Boreas family's affairs so perfectly while my brother was away."

Suddenly, Hilfi reached past Allen and grabbed Aisha's wrist.

Aisha was taken aback, feeling that Hilfi's hand was exceptionally warm and hot.

"But to be honest, the time magic, the body enlargement, and the butler from Boreas... all of these things happened a bit too suddenly. I probably need some time to get to know Aisha properly. Please take good care of me from now on, and I'll be serious about dating Aisha."

Allen stared at Hilfi's hand, his pupils dilating in shock.

Aisha lowered her eyes and said, "Yes, I hope you will take good care of me in the future, Sister Xilufei."

"Then let's go back to the bedroom first, Aisha. Are you tired? Don't worry about Alifa; there's a fire magic circle in the boiler room. Just use a magic stone, and hot water will be ready quickly. Aisha acts like a butler, but we can't treat her like one."
"You are Allen's savior and an important part of Grellat. Mr. Paul would be angry if he knew."

Aisha lowered her head: "Okay."

With a creak as the door opened, Hilfi pulled Allen into the room. She peeked out and smiled gently at Aisha:

"Get some rest early, goodnight, Aisha."

Aisha looked at Hilfi's loose hair and nodded.

"Good night, Aisha. Get some rest. You haven't slept well at all on the journey in the carriage. I'll handle things with Alifa."

This is Allen's voice.

Aisha hummed in agreement.

*Smack*, the door slammed shut.

She then looked up at the door and heard the sound of something heavy hitting it, followed by the rustling of clothes, Allen's suppressed surprised breathing, and Sylphie's rapid panting.

Aisha closed her eyes, turned around, and leaned against the wall by the door.

She looked at her hands, then lowered her head and placed them on her thighs. Her voluptuous legs, so different from Hilfi's, caused her fingers to sink halfway into them.

Aisha gripped her thigh tightly, feeling the sensation in her hand. Then her legs tightened, and she frowned, thinking:

Sister Sylphie is indeed very gentle.
But just now
Is it possible that the person was using the alcohol as an excuse to assert their sovereignty?
She looked at her thighs, then glanced at Allen's door, listened to the sounds inside, turned around, took a few steps, opened her own door, and closed it behind her.

Leaning against the door, his body slowly slid down, and with a thud, he collapsed onto the ground like a duck.

In a way, it can be considered as inheriting the excellent traditions of the Paul family.

-

a minute ago.

The instant the door closed.

Hilfi and Allen exchanged a brief glance.

The sleepy look on her face vanished instantly, but the blush on her face deepened, even staining her long ears.

She tilted her head back and asked in a slightly naive voice, "Allen... hasn't answered my question yet."

As she spoke, she grabbed Allen's hand and reached down.

Allen looked down at Hilfi's movements without saying a word.

Immediately afterward, Hilfi, who was frantically drinking, couldn't wait any longer. She exhaled sharply, grabbed Allen's arm, bent her knees, lifted her leg, and with a deft flip, straddled Allen's arm, using the momentum to raise her body.

Then, he grabbed Allen's head, wrapped his arms around his neck, and tilted his head back to kiss him.

Allen's mouth was gagged, and his pupils instantly contracted.

Then, inhaling the fragrance of Silphie's hair, he could no longer bear the longing after such a long separation. A long, deep kiss.

The two were practically biting each other's lips, desperately venting their longing for each other after so long apart.

A surge of anger rose within Allen, and he frantically fidgeted with the fabric that was in his way.

Suddenly, Hilfi broke free and bit his shoulder:
"Wait, wait, wait! I just told Allen that the fire magic circle only takes two minutes to boil water. Alifa is coming soon."

"Ignore her."

"Take a bath. Take a bath. I sweated during the coronation ceremony today."

“I can’t smell it.”

Click.

Allen stopped moving, tilted his head to listen to the sound of the door closing next door, and then looked at what was in front of him.

Hilfi clearly had her head down, but her eyes were raised as she looked at him.

A few breaths later, the sound of a wooden bucket being dragged could be heard outside the door.

Hilfi nestled her head into the crook of Allen's neck: "See?"

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

Allen put Hilfi down and reached for the door, whereupon she smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt.

The door creaked open.

It was indeed Alifa outside.

The maids behind the other person were all glancing sideways at the two of them, their eyes filled with smiles.

Allen reached out to drag the bucket full of water in, but Alifa grabbed his hand:

"Really... you don't need any help?"

Allen remained expressionless.

Alifa sniffed: "I understand."

"You all go and rest, don't stand guard at the door."

"understood."

Allen lifted the wooden barrel into the house with one hand, as if it were a loaf of bread.

With a snap, Alifa glared at the maids behind him who were covering their mouths, and then left with them.

Inside the door, Allen pushed the basin into the bathroom in the bedroom and glanced at Hilfi.

The latter avoided eye contact.
"Washing them separately will be better."

Allen's face fell: "Speaking of which, wasn't Lufie quite bold just now?"

Hilfi kept her head down and didn't speak, her red ears trembling slightly.

Allen looked at her with a mixture of helplessness and amusement.

"Okay, I'll go out and wait for you~ Don't fall asleep in the bathtub again."

"No. Absolutely not."

The door closed, and Allen listened to the sound of water inside, shaking his head and rubbing his forehead.

He's a terrible person with a huge addiction; he was incredibly bold when they were holding hands, but now that they're alone together, his true colors are showing.

He paced silently back and forth in the bedroom, observing the layout of the room.

Whether it was a coincidence or inevitable, I don't know.

This is the bedroom I lived in when I was a child.

The washroom is to the left of the bedroom door, and to the right is a desk. Behind the desk is a large bed, and at the other end of the bed is a floor-to-ceiling window that offers a view of the back garden of the Boreas mansion.

Outside the window, the night was quiet, with only the occasional chirping of birds.

Allen looked around, then stopped and walked to the desk.

He pulled two suitcases out from under the table.

—These were the two that he and Silphi had brought back from Roya.

Hilfi's suitcase was empty; everything inside had been taken out.

But his own was very heavy.

Allen narrowed his eyes and clicked open the latch.

Sure enough, a wooden box lay quietly inside.

Allen reached out and opened it. Sure enough, inside was the birthday gift Paul had given him: the hilt of the holy sword.

From a personal aesthetic point of view, Allen prefers the kind of sword that is easy to draw, like the one used by Hiramune. Combined with his three styles of swordsmanship, he can swing the sword from any angle in various postures, fully demonstrating the characteristics of his swordsmanship.

Therefore, the neatly shaped sword hilt that Paul gave himself, which had a slightly religious feel, was never used by him.

Allen traced the forging patterns on the hilt: "Using its own arm bone as a vessel, it can receive the power of the flesh god's child from the Holy Sword of Milis itself."

Just then, the sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped.

The sound of a towel being used to dry his body reached his ears through the crack in the door, but afterwards, Hilfi didn't come out of the bathroom as quickly as Allen had expected.
Instead, she was quietly putting on her clothes.

Allen smiled silently.

Sure enough, she's a noob but a big fan. She's still quite shy. Does she really need to be properly dressed?
He walked to the bathroom door, intending to tease Silphie with his actions.

The rustling sound stopped quickly.

The doorknob turned.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

Sure enough, Hilfi emerged wearing a very thick, completely opaque, and traditional-looking nightgown.

Tiny water droplets still clung to her white hair.

The candlelight in the bedroom shone on the desk, and Allen couldn't quite make out Silphie's expression.

However, this did not stop him from teasing her, and he flicked his finger to flick the water droplets off Xilufei's hair.

But Hilfi ducked down and slipped under his armpit.

Allen turned around and chuckled:

"Hey, Lufie, you're still as shy as ever. Have you sobered up a bit more?"

The conversation abruptly stopped.

Allen's eyes, which had been filled with a mocking expression, suddenly widened.

And within his sight.

The girl, dressed in a thick nightgown like an old witch, came to the bedside.

The moonlight streamed in through the window.

She still glanced at Allen with her head down and eyes up.

He reached out and unbuttoned the front of his robe, one button at a time.

The soft curves of her abdomen are faintly visible.

Then, grasp the two sides of the robe with your left and right hands respectively, and slowly lift them open to the sides.

The skin on her shoulders and neck, exposed to the air, was pinkish-white, like pearls.

The sheer, alluring silk lingerie, made of gauze, with its low-cut neckline and incredibly short skirt, swayed gently. A curve was drawn along her slender waist, ending an inch below her thigh.

Her fleshy thighs were bulged out by white stockings, and a cat hair clip was held down on her thighs.

Hilfi gently removed her from his lap, lifted her up, and placed her on his head.

At the same time, she pulled out a pair of high heels from under the blankets by the bed behind her.

With a thud, it was thrown at my feet, and I stepped on it.

Silver chains and pearls adorned the area around Silphie's toes, making them appear delicate and charming.

A fluffy cat tail extended from under Hilfi's skirt and hung down to the back of her knees.

When Allen saw the Seven Stars off, Hilfi went upstairs for a while.

This outfit looked rather childish on Silphie two years ago, but now...
It fits too perfectly.

Hilfi's gaze swept down from Allen's face to his waist, her eyes showing shyness, but more so a triumphant smile.

Her eyes were like water, her voice like a dream:
"Meow~"

(End of this chapter)