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

Chapter 588 Blade Light, and the Brain of Inspiration
Knowles.

Alice excitedly circled the outskirts of the town, turning left and right like an excited kitten.

Why?

Perhaps because they are all located near mountains and receive a lot of snowfall in winter, the architectural style and layout of this town in the far north are very similar to those of Bouyena.

Whether it was the open blacksmith shop on the outskirts of the village, the streets with hardly any paving stones, or the small hill on the north side of the village, it all gave her the feeling of returning to the first time she met Allen.

It was springtime at the time.

And this was during the dead of winter.

After circling around it a few times, she quickly lost interest.

Alice suddenly realized that she wasn't missing the moment she first met Allen, but rather Allen himself, his father-like hair, and his always squinting, smiling eyes.

I miss his special, completely different from Garr's, 'fast and light' katana of light.

"Miss, why aren't you going into town yet? What are you doing wandering around on the outskirts?"

Beside her, a kind-looking, bald, middle-aged man dressed as a hunter looked at her with a puzzled expression.

The two met in a ravine in Knowles town. The hunter was so startled when he saw Alice that he jumped up and down.

The reason was simple: the sight of the girl eating a bear leg raw was too horrifying. Afterwards, he told Alice, who had stopped him, that he had come to the mountain after the snow to try his luck and see if he could find any prey that was about to hibernate. He had thought she was a humanoid monster.

Before Alice could even respond, his eyes lit up as he took a liking to the bear carcass dragging on the ground, saying that although the bear carcass was wrecked and mangled, the remaining fur could still fetch a good price.

If it's possible to exchange, let Alice name a price.

Alice initially intended to throw the bear carcass to him immediately, since she could easily kill another one; it would be a simple favor.

But just as he picked up the bear carcass, ready to throw it over, he stared blankly at the wounds inflicted by the light katana on the bear's body for a moment, then suddenly asked:
"I have nothing to offer in exchange, but I'd like to ask you something. Do you know anything about the Cult of Gods and Humans, sir?"

The hunter was also taken aback, then replied, "What is the Human-God Cult?"

Alice raised her eyebrows, crossed her arms, and stared at the hunter with a fiercely aggressive gaze, just like Alice herself, for a while. Only when she saw him start to quietly retreat did she grin and reply, "It's nothing. Uncle wants a bear carcass, right? You can have it, but you have to help me lead the way. I want to go to the nearest town to resupply."

So this scene happened.

Alice pursed her lips and glanced at him sideways when she heard the hunter's question:

"Hey, sir, is there anything to eat in town?"

The hunter was taken aback, then touched his shiny bald head and chuckled.

"So that's what you're worried about, Miss? Of course! I know a bakery that has pretty good bread, and they have a small selection of discounted bread every morning."

Ellie nodded without any hesitation: "Lead the way, uncle."

As the two entered the town, they turned through the winding, narrow streets. Alice kept looking around. The town had a small population, and probably because they had never seen outsiders before, they all stared intently at Alice, casting curious glances at her.

The hunter didn't care at all, nor did he explain anything to Alice. He simply led her away quickly with a clear purpose in mind.

Finally, after turning a corner, the two arrived at a shop with a slightly crooked sign.

The shop owner was a man who resembled the hunter somewhat; he was also bald with a beard. Seeing the two approach, he flashed a bright, welcoming smile, took a long knife from the table—a type of bread resembling Russian rye bread, typical of the far north—and, pointing the tip at them, asked with a smile:
"Will? What, you brought me a guest today? That's quite a surprise. This young lady has such sharp features; did she hunt that bear herself? She's a natural hunter!"

In remote villages and towns, skilled hunters are craftsmen.

It may sound harsh, but it's genuine praise.

Will, the bald man, smiled and was about to speak when Alice, who was looking around, suddenly turned to look at the burly shop owner:

"Do you know this gentleman?"

The two looked at Alice together. Will didn't speak, but the bakery owner immediately replied, "Oh, we know each other. To be honest, we're relatives, hahaha. Look, we even look a bit alike, don't we? But little girl, I can assure you, I won't rip you off."

The price is what it is.

He turned his head to look at Will and asked with a smile, "Right? Little brother?"

Will laughed, "Yes, my brother and I have always been principled when it comes to making money; we never..."

Alice slammed the bear carcass against the shop entrance with a loud bang, interrupting the shop owner's words. Her actions appeared arrogant and rude.
“Oh, you older brother, do you know why your younger brother went out hunting today? I remember the driver who took me to the other side of the mountain said that in the far north during winter, after a blizzard, hunters usually don’t go out hunting.”

Will and the bakery manager were both taken aback. Will was about to explain when he saw Alice turn her head, put her hand on the hilt of her knife, and issue a clear threat:
"I told him to speak, did you hear me?"

The bakery manager glanced at his younger brother, toying with the bread knife in his hand, and chuckled, saying, "I heard that a hunter went missing in the mountains the other day. He's kind-hearted, so he went to check if there were any survivors."

Alice looked puzzled and turned to Will, who remained expressionless. "This is not what you said, Uncle."

Before the words had even finished, a cold glint flashed behind her. The shopkeeper grabbed a knife, twisted his wrist, and stabbed it towards Alice's back.

But the tip of the knife suddenly stopped ten centimeters in front of Alice's back, unable to go any further.

The bakery owner's eyes widened, and he slowly lowered his head.

A cold glint extended from Alice's waist, piercing straight through the counter displaying various shapes of large rye breads in front of the shop, and penetrating his heart and lungs.

The next instant, the blade was retracted, Alice slightly turned to the side, sheathed the knife with her backhand, and stepped past Will.

Will, who was lunging forward, had a blank expression. Suddenly, his neck and body became dislocated, and he fell to the ground.

Ignoring the corpse behind her, Alice walked to the side, but the shopkeeper from the next shop, who had just bent down to tidy up his things under the counter, suddenly rushed out from the opposite direction of Alice's sword, picked up a sharp boning knife, and was about to stab her in the waist and ribs.

Zheng!
His knife suddenly snapped in half. In his line of sight, the red-haired girl who had been a meter away from him and had her back to him was now right in front of him. He glanced sideways at the side of her neck.

There hung a blade there, its cold light gleaming.

Alice raised her eyebrows: "Where is Anzo Morella?"

The shopkeeper glanced instinctively at the east side of the village.

Alice swiftly severed his head with a wave of her hand, then turned and walked towards the east side of the village, glancing up as she followed the gaze of the man she had just seen. At the edge of her vision, on the east side of the village, stood a water tower, and from its top, she could vaguely make out someone peering over.

Alice then smiled and said, "Found it."

As they were talking, three people suddenly appeared from the corner of the street, behind a shop, and behind another street corner. Each of them held a knife and, taking advantage of Alice's moment of looking up, they each stabbed at the openings they saw.

Alice chopped one man in half at the waist with her right hand, then twisted her head to dodge the blade tip aimed at her right temple, and snapped his neck with the hilt of her sword.

Then, he reached down and thrust the blade from his side, as if he had a hunchback, and stabbed the person attacking from behind right through the heart.

It follows the same approach as the Water God School.

With a hiss, the blade was pulled out, and blood splattered all over Alice's back, but her eyes were bright, and she quickly walked to the east.

This approach, reminiscent of Allen's style of probing, interrogating, and extracting information, appears quite clever.

But is that really the case?

No.

He asked Will because he was genuinely confused, unlike Allen who already had the answer in his mind and just needed to verify it.

But this does not prevent the results from being the same.

Alice has missed Allen quite a bit in the past two years and always wants to stand proudly beside him.

Therefore, those highlight scenes from the past are always taken out and repeatedly analyzed. For Alice, who already has an urgent need to improve her strength, the focus is on the scenes of Allen wielding his sword.

There weren't many highlights in the scenes where Luo Ya taught her swordsmanship.

Because it's too low-level. It's not that Allen is low-level, it's that his past self was low-level. He himself was low-level when he taught, so there's no need to think about it.

However, the images of him slashing and killing enemies in each battle always seem very 'high-level' when he recalls them.

The scene of the assassin's hand being swiftly sliced ​​apart outside the woods was a first.

This was the second time that Whiting had dismantled a human trafficking ring through verbal manipulation and slashing.

Because she was asleep, she didn't know how Motalit killed the Northern King, but she clearly remembered that Flowing Falls had killed the Puppet Master Assassin with a flick of his finger across the flowing water—this was the third time.

The fourth time I saw the shocking sight of mutilated corpses scattered all over the ground outside the hotel that I spent the night there.

Alice is sometimes quite silly, incredibly silly, and often makes some funny mistakes.

But sometimes she is very clever, with a very sharp mind, which is mainly reflected in her combat instincts.

From these four recollections, she gleaned three simple truths about skirmishes:
1. In a sudden encounter with someone who possesses a certain level of combat ability, before considering whether the other party is a kind passerby, you should first assume that the other party is an enemy.

Second: If you're unsure, then demonstrate your strength and pressure them, whatever it may be—words, murderous intent, anything—to intimidate them and make them afraid. As long as they're afraid, they'll reveal their weaknesses.

Third: Reveal a weakness and murderous intent, and with the mental preparation from the first point, swing the knife the fastest and most accurately to kill them.

So Easy.

Just like the three rules of Alice Meow's request.

If Allen were here, he would definitely have a thought.

"The application of the Water God Style in a 'forced mistake'. It seems Alice didn't stop practicing 'Nen Flow' even in the illiterate holy land~"
Although she's grown quite a bit taller, she's still very cute. Well, it's just that the method of killing was a bit bloody, which isn't good.

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In the distance, atop the water tower.

A short man dressed as a thief, wearing a hood, watched Alice go on a killing spree down the street. He quickly turned and went to the bedside, vigorously shaking the man who was sleeping soundly on the bed, fully clothed.

The other person was tall, with an old sword wound on his cheek, and long hair tied in a braid.

He opened his sleepy eyes, as if he hadn't yet adjusted to being out of a dream, his face still bearing an expression of trust and respect.

The next instant, seeing his own sect's followers, his eyes returned to indifference:
"Oh? Coming?"

The short man said eagerly, "We spread the word among the believers in town as you instructed: anyone who can leave a scar on that woman will receive ten gold coins."

Anzo Morella scoffed: "And now?"

"More than ten people have died, but no one has managed to hurt her! But... if someone could hurt her, are we really going to give them ten gold coins? That's ten!"

"So you're injured?"

The short man was taken aback: "No."

As he spoke, Anzo Morella had reached the wall. He examined the bodies of those people, his smile devoid of warmth.
"I put so much effort into teaching them the Blade of Light, but in actual combat they can barely use even a tenth of its essence. Tell me, do I really not have the ability to establish a school like Garr?"

The short man was taken aback, then said sullenly, "We do have masters, but they lack the qualifications."

Anzo Morella suddenly laughed, turning to look at the ten core disciples of the God-Human Cult behind him:
"Then I'll see if you've studied properly and see if my students are stronger, or if that guy Gar's students are stronger."

The apprentices all felt a pang of sympathy.

The short man's palms were sweaty: "Can we come at each other together?"

Anzo Morella glanced at the mob, a look of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

But what he said was:

"You started learning swordsmanship late, so naturally you can."

"As she enters the water tower, strike simultaneously, unleashing your fastest swords to kill her."

(End of this chapter)