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

"Ah, if Gilenu is that powerful, then I, the Sword King, am only a low-level swordsman."

Alan tilted his head to look at Alice, who had her mouth slightly open and a frustrated expression on her face.

"The day of becoming the Sword King is still far away. But one thing is certain..."

"Until that day comes, my Water God Ryu will protect you."

Gilenu suddenly interrupted.

"You seem to have a lot of confidence in Miss Alice."

Alan was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

His words were filled with unquestionable confidence.

"Alice."

"I will become the Sword King."

"That is a matter of course."

The words fall.

Gileno tilted his head and looked at Alice.

The latter looked at Alan with a very bright look in his eyes.

"Can I be as strong as Alan?!"

"can."

"Then can I be as strong as Gilenu?!"

"can."

Alice blinked, looked at Allen, and then looked at Gileno.

"Who is stronger, Allen or Gilenu?"

Alan and Gileno were both stunned and looked at each other. They were silent for a moment, and then Alan spoke.

“Gilead.”

Alice's second half of the sentence rang out, interrupting him.

"I want to see Allen and Killenu compete!"

Rudy, who was standing aside, finally caught up with the others. He was stunned for a moment and looked around, his mouth twitching.

".Don't be ridiculous, this is a sword fighting lesson in the courtyard, how could Alan allow you to mess around?"

"it is good."

Rudy was stunned and turned to look at Allen in surprise.

At this moment.

He even heard the sound of his neck twisting stiffly.

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"squeak"

The door opened, drawing Hilda's gaze back from the treetops.

Sylphy with white hair was seen walking out of the "clothing room".

The sunlight shone on her, and the moon-white dress fit her perfectly.

Because the fabric is of high quality and the stitching is dense, her shoulders appear to be very 'supportive', making up for the shortcomings of her immature, thin shoulders.

The ties on the sides of her waist outlined her waist and hips as she began to gain weight.

Below the waist, just above the knee, the skirt is split on the side, revealing the slender calf lines.

If the previous skirt was very childish, then this skirt makes people feel girlish.

Hilda clapped her hands, her expression bright.

"It really suits Sylphy."

I got stuck today and forced the plot forward, so the writing style might have fallen behind.

Just make do with it.

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Chapter 139 Comb, Mirror, and Diary

"It really suits Sylphy."

Sylphy looked at the slit of her skirt with some embarrassment.

The buckle of the sock strap is vaguely visible in the gap

Her ears trembled, and she was not sure whether it was appropriate to wear this, so she asked.

"Should I take off my socks?"

Hilda smiled.

"Do you want to take it off now?"

Sylphy was stunned for a moment, then quickly stretched out her hands and waved them repeatedly.

"No! No! I just said that it would look weird to wear it like this."

Hilda tilted her head slightly to look at Sylphy's feet, then covered her mouth with her hands, shook her head and laughed.

"No, it's just right for Sylphy's current age. If she's older, maybe she'd look more dignified if she took off her socks."

Sylphy was stunned for a moment, and before she could understand what Hilda meant, she was pulled by the other party and pressed on the shoulders to sit on the chair in front of the window.

In front of her.

It's a dressing mirror.

Under the mirror is Hilda's dressing table.

She blinked and saw Hilda's face popping out from behind her neck. In the reflection of the mirror, she pointed at her half-dry, half-wet, slightly messy white hair that was draped over her shoulders.

"It's a little messy, do you need to comb your hair?"

As the words came in, Hilda's fingers came into her sight and she picked up a comb from the side of the dressing table.

Sylphy's eyes widened and she was about to stand up.

"Myself!"

But Hilda pressed him down on the chair.

The latter picked up the comb and began to comb Sylphy's hair very skillfully.

The white hair flows through the gaps between the comb teeth like water, rubbing gently against the hair, causing a little itchiness.

This reminded Sylphy of Norda who was far away in Buena Village.

The same tenderness, similar techniques.

It is the unique scent of a mother.

After hesitating for a moment, Sylphy wanted to ask to comb her hair.

It's so embarrassing.

Just then, Hilda's voice rang out.

"Don't be nervous or embarrassed. I'm very happy that you came to Boreas because it makes me feel at home."

Sylphy froze, her eyes wide open trying to see Hilda's expression clearly in the mirror.

But after taking the comb, she straightened her body, and the top of the mirror was just stuck on the edge of her elegant neck line.

No face in sight.

".Ma'am, it is our pleasure."

The action of combing hair remains the same as usual.

".Don't be nervous and feel your body stiff."

“No, no.”

In the silence, the only sound was the comb teeth scraping through hair.

Sylphy relaxed a little, but at this moment, Hilda's voice rang out again.

The content of the words made Sylphy's heart tremble.

".At lunch, when you were leaving, I saw you looking back at me."

It wasn't just Sylphy's heart that was trembling.

And Hilda’s voice.

"Do you have something you want to tell me?"

"No! No."

Sylphy looked at her own pupils in the mirror.

After a while, he continued.

"I just thought you were very kind, so I looked at you a few more times. You reminded me of my mother."

There was silence behind them, and Sylphy looked at Hilda's motionless hands on the comb in the mirror.

Her fingers are slender and the back of her hands are rosy and fair, but because of this, the slightly yellow calluses on her index finger and thumb are particularly obvious.

At this moment, Sylphy felt as if time had stopped.

I do not know how long it has been.

A voice like a sigh came from behind.

"That's it"