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

Chapter 569 Someone Returns from Afar

Allen turned his gaze from the window and looked at Lilfa.

"Uncle-Master, come and sit down. What are you standing for?" He pulled his hand away from Gravel's hand, pulled up a stool next to him, and patted the cushion as he spoke.

Lilfa and Gravel exchanged a glance. Seeing the latter remain silent, Lilfa swallowed and slowly walked over to sit down next to Allen.

Allen glanced sideways at his waist: "Where's the golden sword?"

Lilfa coughed lightly: "The Golden Sword originally belonged to the main dojo of the Water God School. It was returned after it was used."

Allen's eyes widened in surprise: "You paid it back yesterday?"

Lilfa was visibly uneasy. Allen's methods of killing had evolved again, and he could no longer understand the opponent's sword intent.

It was truly one of the seven great powers.

"A week ago."

Allen nodded: "It's alright, much better than I expected. I was thinking you wouldn't admit it until you saw the coffin, and you wouldn't give a clear answer until we got news from the Dragon King Kingdom."

As he spoke, he seemed to feel that the secret sword emitting a faint green light at his waist was a bit uncomfortable, so he reached out to steady it.

In that instant, Lilfa forcibly suppressed the urge to draw his sword, while Gravel was even more overwhelmed, feeling as if all the blood in his body was flowing backward.

—One must remove one's sword when meeting the future king, Gravel.

Outside the throne room, Allen seemed to be ignorant of the rules and did not hand the sword to the Water King-level 'Dawn' beside him, and the latter did not dare to ask for it.

By the time Gravel realized what was happening, he could only bite the bullet and continue his 'pleasant conversation' with Allen.

Allen twisted the hilt of his sword and chuckled, “It seems His Majesty still trusts Boreas quite a bit. This makes me feel much less hesitant. Otherwise, I would have thought that the nobles’ attempts to make things difficult for me and take back the power that rightfully belonged to the Street Legion were a gesture of His Majesty’s will.”

These words both pleased and horrified Gravel.

The old king was still on his last breath, and Allen unconsciously revealed his attitude by addressing him as "Your Majesty."

This is good.

But the subsequent barbs and veiled attacks were truly unpleasant to hear.

This is bad.

"Even in the face of such a situation, Lord Allen still speaks so tactfully. Ah, it must be hard on you! Those nobles are always doing dirty tricks behind my back."

But there are some things I can't do directly. They all gave me more or less support when I was in the prince's position. Although it was all for the sake of future power, there was still some affection involved.

But a few days ago, I sensed that they had some other thoughts, which is why I put them to the test.

It now seems they want more than I was willing to give.
"So be it! So be it! Allen decisively used this incident to eliminate them, which clears the final obstacle on my path to becoming king."

His words made it clear that he was a lonely and helpless crown prince, while Allen was a loyal minister who took the initiative to clear away the corrupt officials around him.

Allen smiled: "That puts my mind at ease. His Majesty truly has more magnanimity as the King of Asura than Ariel."

The two looked at each other for a moment and then laughed.

After a few awkward laughs, Allen seemed to suddenly remember something and grabbed Gravel's hand:
"By the way, who is responsible for formulating and promulgating the laws of the Kingdom of Asura?"

Gravel's smile froze on his face.

You've swallowed up all the power and interests under Darius's command, and that's still not enough to satisfy your appetite?
So they've turned their attention to the king's power again? Is there no law left?
I haven't even ascended to the throne yet!
Gravel was furious, but he was powerless against Allen. He could only grit his teeth, grasp Allen's hand, and ask:
"Laws are usually enacted by a collective petition from the nobles, which is then discussed and decided by the king. Lord Allen is aware of this, but why do you ask about it, given that His Majesty the King is in poor health?"

Allen looked up at him:

"I have a trivial and unreasonable request, which I believe you can handle without the king's knowledge."

-

Allen left the palace.

He did not arrive in a carriage like the nobles, but instead walked slowly through the palace filled with fallen leaves, his hand on the secret sword at his waist.

The road to the palace was a winding, downhill stretch that required considerable effort, but he walked quite leisurely.

Finally, as we turned into the noble district, a figure flashed past us.

It's Hill Chers.

Apart from the fact that his armor made him look of a higher status, the latter was no different from a month ago.

But his smug and triumphant demeanor was impossible to hide.

"Good morning, Commander."

"morning."

"From the palace, news came this morning that a maid's body was dragged out of His Highness Gravel's bedroom, and the death was gruesome."

Allen nodded: "I understand, don't worry about it."

Hill frowned and continued, "In the noble district, outside Darius's mansion, I've recently seen a suspicious, burly man with white hair and a terrifying face. But when I ask him what he looks like, the soldiers say they don't dare to approach him. I've been squatting here for two days, but I haven't seen this man."

"Would you like to take a look yourself? Perhaps some assassin has infiltrated."

Allen nodded: "Don't worry about it, they're on our side."

"In the Free Zone, a crime of passion occurred at the theater. It's said that the shop owner's legitimate son and illegitimate daughter were having an affair, and the mistress, unable to tolerate it, attempted to poison her son's sister, who felt she was her brother's only companion."

Allen's expression was somewhat unnatural: "Is there a problem with my identity?"

Hill grinned and said simply, "No."

"You don't need to tell me about this kind of thing in the future. Next time..."

Hill blinked and carefully said, "The Water God School's main dojo sent out an invitation today, which was just delivered to your residence."

"Has Master inquired about Darius's whereabouts?"

"I've inquired about it."

"Okay, got it. Next."

"In the adventurers' settlement, we wiped out the entire Night Lion Thieves' gang today. Just as you predicted, they were all Darius's lackeys."

While listening to what was being said, Allen was also thinking about his own things.

Street militias have their advantages: they have a large number of members and a wide distribution, making it easy to establish their own intelligence agency.

For Allen, who is a member of both the Northern God School and the Water God School, acquiring information is basically ingrained in his instincts.

Of course, the main purpose is to provide a safe and secure living environment for family members.

But to his surprise, while these noblemen might not be very capable in practical matters, they were quite adept at gossip. Allen even suspected that they could find out which of the women next door were wearing underwear and which weren't.

That's pretty outrageous.

As for Allen's attitude towards Gravel just now, that was intentional.

Allen still believes deep down that Ariel is the more suitable candidate for the throne. Regardless of whether she is a pervert or not, the support she has given to the Notos and Boreas families over the past two years is undeniable.

Of course, from a utilitarian perspective, it is ultimately linked to magical technology.

If you want to change the world, reforming productivity is a quick and effective approach.

With a sharp knife, will the resistance in front of the blade be shattered in one strike?

No, developing magical technology would offend the collective interests of the entire nobility. If he rashly killed Gravel, he could indeed immediately install Ariel as the new ruler, but the subsequent development of magical technology would not be smooth sailing.

Ariel's skills are still immature. I can help her kill people, but it's easy to run out of people to use in the end.

The most gradual approach at present is to first strengthen the Boreas family, and then develop magical technology through the Serente Merchant Guild and Rudy's Research Institute, so as to develop a new interest group with Boreas as the core.

As a result, the old aristocratic forces, whose vested interests were threatened, dared not offend him and naturally flocked to Gravel, who was only superficially on good terms with them, and sided with him, forming a group of old forces.

Those clever and daring minor nobles will then form new interest groups and side with Bereas.

Within a few years, with the development of magical technology, the old and new forces constantly clashed, pulled, and compromised in the royal capital, eventually forming a certain degree of balance.

When that time comes, the First Prince will have completed his historical mission and can officially set off, taking his old interest groups to their graves.

After blood and fire, the chronic illness was swept away, and Ariel, who was loyal to Boreas, was forced to ascend the throne.

Then, the newly revitalized Kingdom of Asura can influence the world with its own national power.
Next.
"That's all the latest intelligence."

Allen snapped out of his thoughts and suddenly turned his head to look at Hill:

Who are the apostles of God and Man?

Hill was taken aback: "Huh?"

Allen looked into his pupils and nodded: "It's alright, let's go. You've done a great job this past month. Come over for dinner sometime."

Upon hearing this, Hill beamed with joy and chuckled.

"By the way, Commander, when are you getting married? I heard you still have a confidante who hasn't returned to the capital. I know about the jewel of the Water God Dojo, plus Ms. Hilfiet, is there anyone else?"
I'll have to prepare a gift for her then, oh yes, my wife.

Allen's lips twitched; he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Come to my house for dinner by yourself, don't bring your wife. Last time you brought her, Silphie's expression was all wrong. Are you out of your mind?"

Hill was quite disappointed and muttered to himself, "That's a pity. My wife couldn't stop thinking about the commander after she saw him last time. It seems that the concubine has no chance either. Sigh. I was thinking of changing to a proper wife. I've already found someone."

Allen: You son of a bitch, you're waiting for me here?

Hill sighed for a while, gave a noble bow, and was about to take his leave, but then suddenly turned back and said:
"Oh, by the way, what does Ms. Aisha like? I'd like to pick out some gifts for her in advance."

She's such a competent housekeeper, I almost forgot her status. If you ask me, the one who best matches you, Commander, is Ms. Ai Xia. A perfect couple, a match made in heaven. I can see the way she looks at you…”

Allen's expression froze, and he raised his eyebrows to look at Hill.

The latter turned pale, realizing he had crossed the line.

Although he had gotten to know Allen after spending more than a month with him, he knew that Allen was an approachable and unpretentious successor to the Boreas family. But no matter how unpretentious he was, he was still his benefactor.

Although he said he had no ill intentions and always wanted to send his wife to Allen's bedside, it was still inappropriate to talk about this kind of topic.

Besides, Ms. Aisha also has the surname Nottos!

Hill stammered, "You know, I'm a bit of a blabbermouth. I'm sorry, Commander, I..."

Allen waved his hand: "Let's go, get on with your business."

"Yes!"

Allen watched Hill's hurried departure and pinched his temple.

The image of Aisha skipping and waving at the gate as she told me to come home for lunch when I left the Bereas Palace that morning was still vivid in my mind.

He didn't know how to face her for a moment.

Allen, of course, noticed Aysha's feelings.

He's not a fool.

The figure in magical armor who broke free from time magic was so memorable that I've been seeing him in my dreams these past few days.

He always thought that it was a temporary suspension bridge effect, or that he was moved, that prevented him from continuing to get along with Aisha as a brother and sister.

But the past month has passed
He discovered that this was not the case.

Some answers are already predetermined in the soft murmur of 'drawing the sword' beneath the cracked face.

However, at present...
Aisha seems to have another idea.

She truly treated herself like a housekeeper, drawing clear boundaries that left Allen unsure how to handle the relationship.

Hilfi was also aware that she looked at Aisha much more often than normal while eating each day.

Hilfita
It's clearly a support for Aisha to be a good housekeeper.

Swish.

A crystal-clear, six-petaled white flower slowly fell in front of Allen.

He looked up at the sky, watching the light snowflakes fall slowly, and suddenly realized something.

Winter has officially begun today.

Allen looked at the street ahead, where he could see the Boreas mansion after turning a corner, and changed direction, heading towards the Free Zone.

-

"It's snowing! Sister Silphie!"

In front of the Boreas family's gate, Aisha looked at the first snow fluttering in Ars and laughed excitedly at Hilfi, who was wearing a beautiful mink scarf around her neck.

Hilfi tightened the scarf that Rolls had personally given her a few days ago.

She's been very well taken care of by her family lately because she's been so exhausted. With winter just around the corner, everyone, from Hilda to her own family, has been rushing to come and offer her warmth and comfort.

despair.

Hilfi caught a piece of ice crystal with her finger and watched it slowly melt on her fingernail before turning to look at Aisha, who was also catching snowflakes.

"Did Allen say when he'll be back?"

Aisha smiled and said, "Don't worry, sister. Young Master will be fine. The trap set by the gods and men in the royal palace of the Dragon King is nothing more than a casual stroll for him. Even the experts from the Temple of Milis wouldn't come here, so how could they pose any threat to him?"

Hilfi looked at Aisha's trusting and pretty smiling face. Her neck was long and slender, and even though she was wearing a maid outfit, her beauty could not be hidden.

She watched for a while, then took off her scarf, stood on tiptoe, and wrapped it around Aisha's neck.

The latter was startled and hurriedly tried to pick it.

Suddenly, Hilfi asked, "Aisha, what do you think will be the reaction of Izalti, who comes from the Temple of Milis, when she returns and sees you at home?"

Aisha was taken aback.

After a moment, scratching his face, he said, "They must be surprised, after all, I've grown up all of a sudden."

Hilfi looked at her without saying anything.

The city gates of the aristocratic district, separated by several streets.

The returning travelers, filled with joy, traveled day and night.

Finally, I returned to Yars ahead of schedule, just in time for the first snowfall.

(End of this chapter)