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

Chapter 573 The Turning Point in a Fulfilling Life's Script

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the restaurant turned to look at Allen.

Allen's expression became even more complicated, and he didn't dare to look at Sylphie's face.

However, his voice remained steady, as if he had already prepared his remarks in advance. Now, taking advantage of the fact that both sets of parents were speaking today, he said:

"I have carefully explained the origin of Aisha's name to almost everyone here."

But words are always inadequate. In reality, from the land of conflict to the Kingdom of Wanglong, we shared life and death, helped each other, discussed how to fight against humans and gods, and overcame many crises together.
Although this period of time is not long, in a sense, the 'time' has been stretched out far enough.

It wasn't a journey of just a few months, but a meticulously planned and reckless undertaking that spanned an entire worldline.

I want to say that Aisha has had a tough time.
"Sylphie worked very hard too, and of course, Loki and Izuru worked very hard as well."

After a slight pause, Allen gritted his teeth and said:

"Even so, I still feel that Boreas has a more suitable place for Aisha, although it's shameless to say that, but..."

Hilfi, who was standing nearby, suddenly looked out the window, interrupting Allen:
"A staff officer, Boreas's chief staff officer, whose status is different from that of an ordinary retainer, is for the best."

Allen suddenly turned to look at Hilfi, his face showing a mixture of surprise, complexity, shame, and astonishment.

Hilfi simply gazed out the window.

Suddenly, Allen realized something. The sensation he hadn't noticed in his emotional turmoil had brought the information from the air seeping in through the crack in the door into his mind.

He followed Silphie's gaze and looked out the window:

Almost instantly, bang.

The door was pushed open, and Izoruti walked in breathlessly, arriving at the restaurant in Boreas like a gust of wind:
"What kind of women are those outside the door?"

Then, seeing everyone gathered in a circle discussing something, he paused, then turned to look at Allen.

Allen was looking at her too.

The faint gloom on Izuru's face quickly melted away upon seeing Allen. She narrowed her eyes, revealed a smile, and suddenly lunged forward, embracing Allen tightly.

"Senior brother, I was a little worried when I heard on the way that you had arrived in the capital ahead of schedule by using a teleportation magic circle. It seems that Wang Long's trip went smoothly."

Then, she noticed Aisha beside Allen, her expression froze, and she released Allen.

"And this young lady is..."

Since returning to the capital, Aisha, who always looked at Hilfi's expression and dutifully performed her duties as a housekeeper, didn't even look at Izuru, one of the mistresses.

Her face was blank; she had been staring at Allen ever since he started speaking.

His eyes were as turbulent as the lake in the back garden of Bereas in the early morning.

The lake's light flickers and fades, its surface shrouded in an unfathomable mist that comes and goes.

The sun pierced through the clouds.

She revealed a tender look in her eyes that she had always kept hidden and had never shown before.

Look at Allen, look at Allen, look at Allen.

Then he said:

“Sister Izoruti, I am Aisha Notos Grerat, the chief advisor and current butler of Boreas.”

Please look forward to your guidance in the future.

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Almost a full hour had passed since Izoruti returned.

After that, Allen could hardly understand the meaning behind everyone's words; he just stared blankly at the scene unfolding in the restaurant.

Izuru had already been told Aisha's identity. She grabbed Aisha's hand with a look of surprise and delight, looked her up and down, and talked to her.

Lilia was a staunch supporter of maids. She felt that she and her daughter were marrying above their station with the Boreas family. A butler was already the best she could ask for; a staff member would be too much to ask. She was speaking urgently to Hilda.

Paul didn't care; on the contrary, he thought the position of chief staff officer sounded prestigious and was quite good, much better than being a maid or something.

Loki glanced at Melna's chest to the left and at Aisha's chest to the right, brainstorming.

Melna looked down at Aisha with a very pale face, her lips moving as if she were muttering something like, "Advisor...it's not like this...it shouldn't be like this," and she looked like she was about to cry.

Hilda was making her some black tea, occasionally glancing in her direction.

ah.
We're still missing one person; Sauros isn't here.

Oh, it seems that Luo Qixi just mentioned that he went to the palace to visit his old friend who is practically dead.

This guy is the most accepting of Allen's changes in appearance.

But it doesn't matter anymore.
Allen watched the heated debate and then glanced at Aisha.

In her line of sight, Aisha was scratching her face, looking a little embarrassed as if her past act of pretending to be well-behaved had been exposed. She was whispering to Izuru.

She seemed to notice Allen's gaze, turned around, and gave him a sweet smile.

The atmosphere was harmonious, and no one was injured.

Allen suddenly realized why he was in a daze.

For all the family members present, the discussion about Aisha's position in Boreas has, from the previous discussion to the present, only three directions have emerged:

Maid/Butler/Advisor

Nothing else.

At this moment, Allen was not feeling helpless, regretful, or annoyed that his plan to marry Aysha had failed.

He just felt...
No one saw Aisha's efforts.

He had tried his best to explain Aisha's actions in as much detail as possible, but the words he uttered were ultimately too pale, and the concept of timelines was too far-fetched. Everyone's reaction to Aisha was surprise and astonishment.

They had no sense of the terrifying moment when they saw Aisha descend and be pierced by the divine sword.

Even his idea of ​​marrying Aisha seemed somewhat presumptuous.

You, Alan, are so awesome, so becoming your wife should be a 'gift' of my own?
Aisha is worthy, so she is worthy to be your wife?

What's the point?
As his thoughts raced through his mind, Allen sighed softly, and he began to understand somewhat the psychology behind Rudy's seemingly wrong behavior when he brought Roccix home in the original story.

This scumbag's heart is truly hard to break.
I had clearly prepared myself mentally, and instead of pretending to be blind like Hilfi did, I tried to take responsibility and solve the problem. But now that it had actually happened, I still felt incredibly shameless.

Someone risked their life to save you, and you turn around and want to sleep with them as a way of repaying them, right?
Thinking of this, Allen quickly banished these utterly useless thoughts.

This damn sense of morality. I'm just too much of a righteous gentleman!
With a self-deprecating laugh, Allen quietly stepped back, walked out of the restaurant, and went down the corridor to the end, looking out at the back garden through the bay window.

Just give up?

That's impossible. Think about it again. If throwing a punch doesn't work, what's the next step?
This is a real headache. This guy is even harder to deal with than a god.
Step, step, step.

There were footsteps behind me.

Allen turned his head and looked back. Hilda, with a smile on her face, came to Allen's side and looked out the window at the midday scenery of the back garden.

The azure river flowing down from the top of the Royal Palace Mountain meanders down the hill in the back garden like a dazzling ribbon, reflecting the brilliant sunlight.

Hilda said with a smile, "Are you quite troubled?"

Allen knew his reaction wouldn't escape his mother's notice, so he stroked his chin and said, "Yeah, it's a complete mess."

"How about Mom helps you?"

"what?"

"Give marriage."

"Huh??? No, Mom, don't make things worse. That's not the point right now."

Hilda looked overjoyed: "Then we can only wait for an opportunity."

"Opportunity?"

Hilda turned to look at Allen: "Just like three years ago in Roya, Allen was also conflicted back then, I heard it from Rufi."

Allen's lips twitched: "Ah, why does Lufie tell her mother everything?"

"After all, they are fond memories from the past. If you talk about them too much, you can't avoid those topics."

"The opportunity? Does Mom have any suggestions?"

No, you'll have to ask yourself that.

As she spoke, Hilda patted Allen on the shoulder: "I'm going upstairs to rest for a bit. I've talked too much today, haha. It's so good to be young; your worries are so pure and your energy is so abundant."

Allen:
He actually heard the words Hilda used to say to her students when she was a working dog in her previous life: "Cherish it. Whether it's trouble or happiness, you are experiencing the best time of your life. Once these years are over, they will never come again."

The footsteps fade away.

Allen closed his eyes, then opened them again, calmed himself down, and prepared to return to the restaurant.

Just then, footsteps came from behind.

He paused for a moment, but didn't turn his head. Not long after, a hand reached out from the side and poked Allen's lip, lifting it upwards.

Allen glanced sideways at Aysha, who popped her head out from beside him, carrying an empty teapot.

Her hair cascaded down her shoulders and neck, cascading like sunlight, its edges tinged with a beautiful orange hue.

Allen looked at her face and tried to speak several times, but he didn't know what to say.

Aisha's eyes, however, were bright: "Brother's tense expression is scary."

Allen remained silent.

Aisha then asked, "Is brother still angry?"

Allen shook his head: "Why would I be angry? I just don't understand what you're thinking, or rather, I have some doubts about my own judgment."

"That's right, brother is always right."

Allen raised an eyebrow.

Aisha smiled at him: "Brother, you were so bold and passionate to reveal your feelings just now. I never expected this to happen. Everyone thinks I should be a maid, a butler, or a staff member, but you don't think so. Those words made me feel so happy."

Allen:
Aisha, carrying the teapot, stood with her hands behind her back, glancing sideways at Allen's jawline:

"However, we have enough staff."

Do you know what? Brother, the night before the time magic trick, I lay in bed and imagined many, many scenarios.

If I succeed in saving my brother and returning him to the present timeline, how should I interact with him in the future? How will I view him? How many possible scenarios are there for me to choose from in the future?
I thought about it all night long, kept thinking and thinking, thinking about it so far, so far that it went back decades.
But it wasn't until dawn that I suddenly realized that these fantasies had clearly strayed from my true self.
The purpose of the time magic is not for myself, but for Alan Boreas Greirat, who once saved me.

"So as long as I can see him alive, see his smile, see him wielding his sword, that's enough for me."

Allen's lips parted several times, and he managed to utter a dry, forced sentence: "You say I'm always right, so now, are you wrong, or am I wrong?"

Aisha tilted her head back and blinked:
“I was wrong, because I am someone outside of change, not someone who belongs to the present moment.”

Do you know what? Brother, before I went back, I made a point of recalling everything about Sister Loki, Sister Silphie, and Sister Izoruti, and I also asked Brother Rudy for a lot of information.

The conclusion is that if I am 'right', Sister Loki probably won't care, but Sister Sylphie will, and Sister Isorti will definitely be dissatisfied.

Even if my brother praises me and makes my story public, how can they possibly understand what I'm going through as you do?

Allen:
Aisha smiled, flicked her wrist, and the bottom of the teapot pattered against the side of the kettle, making only an empty sound.
"I'm going to get some hot water; it'll take a little while."

Aisha saw that Allen's face was still tense, and reached out to poke his mouth again, but halfway through her hand, she chuckled and withdrew it.

She turned around on the spot, her red hair flying wildly, and left.

Allen turned to look at her.

Aisha took two steps, but then stopped.

She didn't turn her head to look, but simply said softly:

"Brother, it's me."

She paused, then continued:
"The magic of time should bring happiness, not more regret."

The purpose of my return is to see my brother happy, not to cause trouble for everyone.

Previously, I had already seen my own heart, and now, I have received the response I've been longing for.

Thank you for thinking of me, brother. I'm not sure if you're pitying me or if you genuinely think I'm a good person, but...
I am truly, truly, truly satisfied.

The sound faded into the distance.

Allen watched Aisha's retreating figure.

His eyes showed no confusion.

He just kept trying, trying, trying to figure out where the opportunity Hilda had mentioned really was.

Allen still remembers Aisha's silhouette from that noon, even years later. He would even imitate Aisha's voice for her, which would result in her blushing and exasperated.

After each of these playful squabbles, the two would reminisce about the past.
They couldn't help but laugh, and they all felt a little sentimental.

It turns out that the 'opportunity' they had been racking their brains to find back then...
It's like a script for a life destined to be perfect.

It had already been written by Aisha herself.

(End of this chapter)