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

Chapter 568 Rules are meant to be broken
Ellen and Aysha's concerns about whether they would get pregnant were not on the same page.

The former simply hasn't recovered from the pressure of the gods and humans. The thought of having a child without eliminating the gods and humans makes him subconsciously feel unsafe, and enjoying life so comfortably is undoubtedly a deliberate relaxation of his vigilance.

On the other hand, he was also afraid that having children would disrupt his world of two, three, or four people.

As for the latter.
Complex thoughts are hard to express.

Even Aisha herself couldn't figure out her own thoughts.

She hoped that Allen could get married soon so that she would have a legitimate reason to stay in the Boreas family, take good care of Allen's baby, and stay by Allen's side forever.

On the other hand, she had a vague feeling that after the four of them got married and pregnant, she would only be Bereas's butler forever, and there would be no possibility of encountering a surprising situation like that in the Conflict Zone.

Yes, forever, he is Boreas's steward.

—On the way, Aisha learned from chatting with Allen that Allen planned to have only one wedding.

He chose the worst, but most straightforward, way to get married:
She gets married on the same day as Hilfi, Izoruti, and Loki, and then they become a family.

That way, everyone can stop distinguishing between primary and secondary roles, and there's no need to get involved with terms like "mistress" or "concubine."

All three were his equal legal wives, and he was also their husband in common.

Let the girls divide him into three equal parts.

"Young Master! Street Soldiers Captain Hill Chers requests an audience!"

The chopping sound stopped.

Allen glanced at the maid who had reported to him, then roughly estimated the time and smiled: "He came right on time for lunch. This kid really knows how to seize an opportunity and make him wait."

The maid bowed and said, "Yes, sir."

Allen turned around and carefully chopped the remaining ingredients, put them in a pot with the prepared seasonings, and simmered them over low heat. He pulled a cloth to wipe his hands, took off the apron from his waist and handed it to Aisha: "I'll go greet him. Aisha, keep an eye on the heat for me."

Aisha snapped out of her daze and quickly replied, "Mm."

The footsteps fade away.

She looked down at the apron in her hands.

Yes
A wife is a wife.

A butler is a butler.

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"So it seems that the Street Legion only needs me to show up, take on a nominal position, and collect some gifts. I don't really need to do much, right?"

Allen didn't even use the study to receive Hill; he simply chose a quiet corner in the front yard to stand and talk to him.

This left Hill unsure where to put the wine he had brought from Milpotts Territory.

However, being a bachelor, he noticed that Allen's expression didn't seem like he was deliberately trying to annoy him, but rather genuinely didn't care about these formalities. He relaxed a bit and replied with a smile:
"Yes, as you probably know, although he's called the commander of the Street Legion, most of the members are sons of nobles. Compared to the duties of the Street Legion, they are more concerned with the interests of their own families."

"Oh, abusing power for personal gain? Are you reminding me not to be too tough on them? Be more lenient, so it's a win-win situation for everyone?"

Hill's face stiffened, and he hesitated, unsure of what Allen was thinking.

Everyone says Allen is smart, and he is indeed smart. He speaks effortlessly, and you can understand what he means immediately.

However, this cleverness did not translate into the linguistic skills commonly found among nobles.

Given Allen's reputation and status, it's likely he wouldn't stoop to being 'smart' towards them.

But this attitude is a bit too harsh.

Does this mean he's going to drastically reform the street militia and seize all the visible benefits for himself?

Allen patted him on the shoulder: "I won't pry into the details of the Street Legion. To be honest, I don't have much energy to get involved in those complicated matters. It's boring to keep such trivial things to myself."

To be honest, I'm even considering delegating some power to you, giving you the position of deputy regimental commander, where you can just report to me regularly.

So you can rest assured, the Street Legion, this delicious 'bread', is still yours.

Hill was taken aback, her face lighting up with elation, but she quickly composed herself and waited quietly for Allen to continue.

Sure enough, the latter opened his hands, clenched his fist, and said:
"However, now that I have become the commander of the Street Legion, the Street Legion must operate according to my ideas. This has nothing to do with the exchange of noble interests, but is simply about the existence of the Street Legion itself."

The purpose of the Street Legion is to maintain the security of the capital. You may think that the capital is just the royal palace, the noble district, and a small part of the free area, but in my eyes, the adventurer settlement area, the commoner area, and the outskirts of the royal city are all part of Ars.

My requirement for you is simple: do your job as members of the street militia well.

Hill grinned and said, "That's for sure."

"The thieves in the underground forces on the outskirts of the capital are all in cahoots. The assassins hired by the nobles can freely enter and leave the capital, and the household registration system can only be effectively implemented by ordinary merchants who can contribute gold coins."

Hill, is this what you call inevitability?

Hill's expression tightened as he said this.

Eren makes it sound easy, but putting these things into practice is incredibly difficult. The Street Soldiers, in the end, are nothing more than nobles from the capital.
Just as he thought of this, Allen put his arm around his shoulder and said earnestly:

“Hill, the Street Legion has given up too much power that should have been in their hands. The problem now is not how to divide the bread, but that the bread is not big enough. Do you understand what I mean? It’s the Street Legion, not Boreas, and not Chers.”

Chers was taken aback and looked at Allen in surprise.

Allen looked into his eyes with a deep gaze: "Since Gravel was willing to give me the Street Legion but not the position of Grand Master of the Knights, it's not out of consideration for Rilfa's reputation, but rather a test of my appetite. This trick of instigating conflict between me and other nobles so that he can maintain a stable rule over his subjects is rather naive, and I originally didn't intend to pay any attention to it."

But since he dared to hand me the fork of this cake, I had no reason not to take it.

Go all out and take back what rightfully belongs to the Street Legion. If you need manpower, go to Gravel; if you need government orders, go to Gravel.

If he tries to evade responsibility, you can go find my father. He enjoys playing these games of intrigue and power struggles, and he relishes the feeling of being supported by those in power.

Hill was stunned, staring blankly at Allen.

"What about you?"

Allen chuckled: "I cook at home."

Hill, hearing this absurd talk, immediately became anxious: "But...but the matters you mentioned, like the bandit gangs, assassins, and household registration, are largely handled by Minister Darius. These still require your involvement. Lord Philip is very capable, but he lacks prestige. You want..."

"he died."

"What about him?!"

Allen waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly:

"I killed Darius in the Kingdom of Wanglong. Don't worry, no one will collect his body, and no one will seek justice for him."

Chagall, who should have been collecting his body, was currently preoccupied with his own problems and could only let his corpse rot on the road. And Gravel, who sought justice for him, was even more despicable.

Allen smiled as he gazed in the direction of the palace, the midday sun streaming intensely into his eyes.

“Even if he knew I had killed Darius, he would only hold my hand, grit his teeth and shout loudly, ‘Well done, Darius! May the glory of Asura always be with me.’”

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“This traitorous fellow clearly went to the Kingdom of Wanglong to betray its secrets. My father is now in grave danger, and I think he must be involved in it too. Well done! Lord Allen, well done! May the glory of Asura forever accompany you!”

Allen looked somewhat boredly at the late autumn garden outside the window beside the throne room. The autumnal atmosphere swept away in Allen's eyes as time passed.

More than a month has passed since the secret conversation with Hill in the corner. All the leaves in the deciduous trees in the garden have fallen, leaving only bare trunks.

Judging by the time, Luo Qixi and the others should have already arrived at the nearest satellite city in the south, and they should be back in about a week.

At this moment.

The howling wind could not penetrate the throne room at all, and beside him, the exquisite fireplace emitted a warm glow.

Gravel couldn't wait to put on the smooth fur cloak left behind by the old king, which contained ticks that caused the magic stone disease. Of course, he also contracted the magic stone disease.

However, the malignant disease that this elderly person was specifically targeted did not kill him; it only kept him in bed for half a month without being able to get up.

He had only recovered two days prior, and he couldn't wait to personally invite Allen to meet him on the throne.

It's also interesting to say.

The capital had been in chaos for over a month. Hill Chels was initially hesitant after hearing Allen's words, but after discussing it with his family elders who were military men, he learned that Allen's claim to be one of the seven great powers was indeed very valuable, so he gritted his teeth and went along with his idea.

This caused quite a stir, and the entire capital city was thrown into turmoil.

Some of the vested interests nobles who had been on the surface friendly with Boreas suddenly changed their tune and took turns bombarding Gravel's ears. Gravel tried to see Allen several times, but he ignored them completely and just stayed home cooking for his wife.

Gravel was extremely annoyed, but he was also very wary of Allen, so he simply stayed indoors and refused to see anyone, seemingly sitting on the sidelines watching the two tigers fight.

The nobles, seeing this, couldn't stand it any longer. As usual, they sent some assassins to teach the Boreas family a lesson.

You yourself are one of the seven great powers, right? Your whole family is nothing. My assassins only hire mute people. Their lives are yours, all of them are yours.

Since your family members are dead anyway, go and reason with His Highness the Prince.

then
The assassins were all killed before they even entered the city.

The next day, the heads of these masterminds were hung at the gate of the Boreas mansion.

Only after that did the capital city quiet down.

However, the nobles continued to manipulate the rules, doing everything they could to prevent Hill and Philip from reclaiming all the power the Street Legion had any connection to.

This situation resulted in a stalemate and a period of procrastination. Although Allen could silence any dissenting voices, he could even blow up the capital city if he was unhappy.

But destruction is easy, construction is difficult.

Ars's path of reform has only just begun; it would be pointless to fight his way through.

However, Allen wasn't in a hurry; he simply stayed home and quietly cooked, letting the dust settle.

Finally, the news that the King of the Dragon Kingdom had been killed and the palace had been razed to the ground overnight reached Ars yesterday.

In a single day, all the discordant voices in the capital vanished, and the nobles relinquished all the power they had been holding onto.

This led to the scene where Gravel, on his deathbed, suddenly sat up and personally went to the gates of the Boreas mansion to invite Allen to the palace.

At this moment, Gravel held Allen's hand with an eager expression, displaying the demeanor of a wise ruler:
"Lord Allen, you've managed the Street Legion well. You've solved so many problems in just one month. I always said this position should be yours. Lilfa even argued with me, saying you're more suitable for the position of leader of the Dawn Knights. He's clearly short-sighted."

Lilfa stood to the side, his face twitching, but he just lowered his head and remained silent.

(End of this chapter)