Jobless Reincarnation: Sword, Magic Hat and Romance System

Chapter 12 A Letter from a Nobleman: Allen's Background

This...maybe my physique is more like that of a school bully from my past life, which triggered Rudy's PTSD, making this affection quest harder to complete. If only Rudy were a girl...no, wait, the girl inside this 34-year-old NEET guy...hiss...exploding.

Allen sighed silently and walked to the study door.

The study door was open, and inside Paul was looking down, fidgeting with his hair as if deep in thought.

Allen knocked on the door with his side hand.

"master."

Paul looked up; several sheets of paper were scattered on the table.

"Oh, please have a seat."

Allen glanced at the stool—which was quite far from the table where Paul was resting his chin on his hand—and then the latter picked up a pen and looked at Allen.

"Because your background is unknown, I need to conduct a simple investigation before you become our family's swordsman."

Upon hearing this, Allen raised his eyebrows and stared intently at Paul's face.

Seeing this, Paul quickly waved his hand, then scratched his head, looking at the ceiling with a troubled expression.

"Don't worry, I understand the rules for adventurers. After all, I used to do this too. It's just a very rough investigation. Since it involves the safety of my child, please understand."

Allen's expression changed, as if he had suddenly become interested. With a slight smile, he relaxed and leaned back in his chair.

"Please tell me."

"Your name?"

"Allen".

Paul paused for a moment, then slowly nodded and continued to ask.

"Is it convenient for you to mention your age?"

Allen glanced at the pen in Paul's hand and smiled indifferently.

"Nine years and four months old."

Paul blinked.

"Area of ​​frequent activity"

"The area around the capital of Asura."

Paul seemed to feel a dryness in his throat and swallowed.

"Swordsman level?"

"The only title currently awarded is Water God Style - Upper Level."

Paul scratched his head with his pen, and after a long while, he smiled.

"Your clothes look very tattered. You must not have had any income for a long time. When did you lose your money in the maze?"

Allen said with a smile.

"Reporting to you, sir, last November."

Paul took a deep breath after hearing this, and a relieved expression appeared on his face. He looked up at Allen, his expression softening, and his words carrying a strange sense of warmth.

"Alright, Allen, you can stay here for now. Let's have dinner together later. Senis's cooking is pretty good."

Allen squinted at him.

"Is there anything else you want to ask, sir?"

Paul hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

"Well, that's all. You can go back to your room and rest for a while, or go play with Rudy. Speaking of which, even though you're tall, you're only four years older than him."

Allen stood up.

"Shall I head out now?"

"Okay, go ahead."

After Paul finished speaking, his eyes were a little dazed. When he saw Allen's back and his hand reaching out to hold the door open, he lowered his head and took out a blank sheet of paper.

With a click, the door closed.

Paul then began to write.

But before he had even finished writing half of the first character, a lazy voice drifted over from in front of him.

"Uncle Paul, who are you writing to?"

Paul's pupils constricted, and he looked up in astonishment.

Allen stood with his back to the closed door, silently watching him.

A few months ago, a system notification suddenly popped up for Allen, reminding him that his participation in the Musou Rebirth event had increased by 2 points, which surprised Allen greatly at the time.

Since he had just arrived in Buena Village, the people and things he had encountered in the capital were completely unrelated to the major events that occurred in his childhood. How could he possibly improve his childhood rating?

Now, the source of the problem has been found.

It seems that someone "knew" him a long time ago.

Allen walked over to the slightly flustered Paul, and when he got there, he looked at Paul's desk with great interest.

On the desk was a letter filled with neat handwriting in the ornate style often used by nobles, but the paper itself was somewhat worn and did not appear to have been written recently.

Allen narrowed his eyes and rather rudely reached out to pick up the letter and read it.

Paul's expression changed, and he instinctively stood up to grab Allen's hand.

Just as Paul was about to grab his wrist, Allen brought his index and middle fingers together, pressed the sides of his fingers against Paul's palm, and gently swiped.

His fingers, like swimming fish, broke free from Paul's attacking hand lock and flung his hand aside.

Paul missed his target, his body tilted, and he fell face-first onto the table due to inertia.

He watched as Allen picked up the letter with two fingers, took it from in front of him, and muttered something to himself.

"Water God Style - The Secret Technique of Flow"

Allen held the letter in front of his eyes, his eyes darting around as he intently read its contents.

-

Paul,

How have you been lately? I imagine you're enjoying a happy life with your wife in the countryside.

I am writing to you now because I have something I would like to ask you.

It's about my eldest son in the capital—Allen Boreas Grellat. I wonder if you remember me? I wrote you a letter when he was born.

He had only just opened his eyes when James took him to the capital to raise him as his own child—a price to pay for the loser in the struggle for the next head of the family.

This is also a tradition of Boreas, to avoid excessive internal strife.

But I still couldn't resist taking advantage of the mayor's work report to secretly visit him behind my father's back.

After all, he is the first offspring I, Philippe Boreas Grerat, have left in this world.

Ironically, I don't even have the right to give him a name.

You are free to use this opportunity to laugh at me, after all, I am usually the one who looks down on you and ridicules you, which is fair.

Back to Allen, this kid is different from me. He is very outstanding and has shown remarkable talent in kendo at a young age.

When I saw him from afar, he was surrounded by a crowd, receiving praise from James, yet he showed no arrogance or timidity, remaining remarkably composed.

His contradictory temperament, both composed and sharp, left me somewhat bewildered. His expression was somewhat similar to my father's, yet not entirely the same, and I couldn't help but wonder, is this really the child I, Philip, have given birth to?

One thing is beyond doubt.

He should have grown up amidst flowers and applause, instead of following me, a loser, and remaining in the territory of Fituya as the son of some worthless mayor.

But when I look at him, I can't help but think that if I had won the power struggle with James for the position of the next head of the family back then, would I be the one standing in front of him now?

I'm jealous of James; he shouldn't...

I've rambled on about random things without realizing it, so let's stop here and get back to the main topic.

A month ago, Allen went missing on his way to study at a magic university.

At least on the surface, the official message is that he has disappeared.

James seemed to have no intention of searching for him anymore, but I was very worried about his safety.

Therefore, I asked my family's guard, who is also your former teammate, the Sword King Gilead, to go to the location where Allen disappeared—the Crimson Dragon Upper Jaw—to investigate.

But now, ten days have passed, and there has been no result.

I sensed a conspiracy.

I had intended to ask Girenu to use her connections from her adventurer days to inquire about it, but she told me very apologetically that connections were beyond her capabilities and that I should ask you for help.

I would like to ask you to use your connections from your past as an adventurer to help me find out where he is.

His features were very strong, his eyebrows were almost identical to my father's, and he inherited my brown hair and Hilda's gray eyes, making him very conspicuous and easy to recognize in a crowd.

If you have any relevant information, please be sure to notify me. If anyone sees a similar person, please pass on a message to them, instructing them to keep that person calm and then send a message to me so I can confirm.

Please understand, I cannot openly hire people to search for him; that would not be in my proper position.

After all, his "biological father" was James.

I'm sorry to have shown you my vulnerable side.

See the word as the face.

Philip.

-

Allen stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar name in the last line and fell silent.

Paul, standing to the side, just stared at him, scratching his head, unsure of what to say.

(End of this chapter)