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

"Ailan, are you okay?"

Alan looked at Sylphy.

The smoke and dust had settled, and in the rosy glow, the latter squatted on one leg in front of Alan.

Look at him with concern.

The moon-white long skirt outlines Sylphy's girlish figure perfectly. Her waist and hips in a squatting position are wrapped by the skirt, concealing her slightly immature look and highlighting more of the girl's beauty.

Within the crotch of the long skirt, the layers of wrinkles on the sides of the white garter stockings' knees were stained with scattered dust. The white color extended upward from the straight calves, bent at the knees, and reached the garter buckle at the front of the thighs.

then.

The long white disappeared.

Then there is the delicate pink and white skin.

Because of squatting, the edge of the sock slipped down slightly, revealing a light red mark on Sylphy's thigh.

It's hard to take your eyes away.

Alan looked away.

Smiled at her.

as usual.

"It's okay, don't worry, there was just an accident during the competition."

As he spoke, he stood up, as if to show that he was fine, and his fighting spirit rippled from his feet to the surroundings.

The wind blows.

The wind blew in opposite directions up and down with his shoe upper as the dividing line.

'Press' the dust to the ground.

Then there was only a clear breeze blowing around.

Take away the dust from Sylphy's skirt, hair, socks, and skin.

Sylphy looked up at him, and felt that the dazed expression on Alan's face disappeared instantly, as if it was an illusion.

She blinked, remembering Alan's bad expression since yesterday.

so.

Could it be an illusion?

While I was thinking, Alan's voice rang out.

".Well, the skirt is very beautiful and suits you very well."

“Stand up now!”

Sylphy opened her mouth slightly after hearing this.

In sight.

Alan touched his nose, leaving only his chin exposed, and his eyes did not look towards his position as he usually did during a conversation.

Sylphy's expression suddenly froze.

He lowered his head sharply.

Sylphy had never worn this kind of aristocratic style long skirt with side slits. Due to lack of experience, she squatted hastily without thinking about other things.

What the eyes see.

At this time, her side slits were almost exposed to the root of her thighs.

Normally, Sylphy would be embarrassed to even show the buckle of her garter socks, but now... forget about the buckle.

From the side, it's like wearing no pants.

Sylphy's pupils suddenly constricted, and she stood up with a bang, rubbing the hem of her skirt with both hands, not knowing where to look.

The rapid sound of high heels tapping on the ground pulled her out of her thoughts.

She turned her head.

A touch of red comes into view.

above the steps.

The red skirt dragged on the ground as she walked quickly.

then.

As if she felt being watched, she became more dignified.

Curbing the panic that shouldn't exist.

Slower and slower.

Finally stopped.

Hilda stood on the steps, looking at the two figures.

The air was silent for a while, with only the sound of the bunny-eared girl who followed Hilda steadily and helped her adjust her skirt.

Hilda just spoke.

"Arifa said that you, Allen, might be injured in the competition with Gilenu. But it seems that nothing serious has happened. I don't know much about swordsmanship. Is it because the noise is loud but not actually dangerous?"

As she spoke, she turned her head and looked to the side.

In the distance, Gileno was still standing there, with her usual indifferent expression, staring at this place, and at the same time, she was saying something to Alice beside her.

Alan's voice rang in her ears.

"Yes, ma'am, it is indeed just a simple competition. It's just a big show with little results. Don't worry."

Hilda looked at Alan and was about to say something, but in the end she felt that there was nothing to say, so she hesitated for a moment.

He hummed in a nasal voice.

At this time, Rudy also ran over. He first hurriedly performed a noble salute to Hilda, then quickly glanced at Alan, and then looked straight at the broken knife in his hand, his face full of surprise.

"Alan! Are you okay? I think Sylphy cast a healing spell on you just now."

"I am fine."

"What happened just now? Wasn't it the Silent Sword? Even the Saint-level Light Sword couldn't do anything to you, how could this happen?"

Alan followed Rudy's gaze and looked down at the broken knife in his hand. His eyes paused for a moment at the broken section of the blade.

"Well, actually, my sword god style has regressed."

"Regressed?" Sylphy and Rudy said in unison.

"Yes, maybe I haven't practiced lately."

Rudy opened his mouth, feeling confused.

"When we were on the road the day before yesterday, your Silent Sword was clearly quite powerful."

"Well, maybe it's because I haven't wielded the knife in the past two days."

"How can it be"

Rudy frowned and subconsciously glanced at Sylphy.

? ?

"Eh? What's wrong with your clothes, Sylphy? This style. Did you and Alan secretly go out to buy clothes while I was away? That doesn't make sense. You haven't had time to go out in the past two days."

"Ah! What is this?" Sylphy was a little flustered.

"I saw that Sylphy was soaking wet, so I brought her to my place and helped her pick out some clothes. What do you think?"

"Thank you, it suits her very well."

"Well, Alan is right. It really suits Sylphy. But the size..."

The sound of conversation was carried by the wind.

After stroking Sylphy, she looked down at her skirt, then quickly looked up at Alan and Hilda with a nervous look on their faces.

Yang in the air.

The lingering sound drifted through the courtyard.

Before the wind blew onto Alice's dazed expression.

It just dissipated.

When Allen was slashed and flew away, Alice subconsciously wanted to follow Rudy, but when she saw Allen sitting up from the ground in a very embarrassed manner, and confirmed that he was fine, she turned around and walked to Gileno's side as if possessed by a demon.

She subconsciously wanted to "ask for an explanation"!

I want to ask why!

She doesn't understand!

Whether from the perspective of swordsmanship or the fact that Alan was knocked away by a single sword strike, she was completely confused!

because.

So far, the label that Allen has left the biggest impression on her is——

powerful!

Whether it was the lightning-fast knife in the rain, or the scene of the other party returning with his head held high in the morning light, or the scene of him suddenly killing people when he returned to Boreas's mansion yesterday morning.

Even his grandfather, Sauros, who was once the most powerful man in his heart, was speechless.

Alan is strong!

Has she forgotten the fact of saving lives in the rain?

No.

But this feeling of gratitude was overshadowed by a more obvious 'powerful impression'.

The powerful facts are so impressive.

It's simply impossible to forget.