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

The person who was invited to dance in the banquet hall thirteen years ago was Philip.

The mayor of Roya, who is usually busy with government affairs, was sitting in front of the sofa, but he still maintained his elegant aristocratic demeanor, lowering his head and looking at his wife's hand, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Father, my Lord"

Alice walked over and called Philip carefully in a low voice.

The latter raised his eyes.

The eyes that usually always smile are full of fatigue.

His eyes were bloodshot.

A dark blue stubble has appeared on his chin.

He looked at Alan.

nodded.

and didn't speak.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Philip gently put down Hilda's hand, straightened up from the chair, tilted his head and pointed at the sofa with his chin, signaling them not to disturb Hilda's sleep and go out to talk.

Allen nodded.

About to turn around.

The next moment, he felt his wrist being grabbed.

He looked down at his wrist.

Slender fingers wrapped around his wrist.

Follow the finger upwards.

White wrists, thin shoulders, and slender neck.

Finally, the face under the white hair.

Reddish-brown pupils stared at me.

Alan was stunned, as if he sensed something.

Lower your eyes and tilt your head.

on the sofa.

I don’t know when.

Hilda had opened her eyes.

Looking at myself.

The setting sun outside the window shone into her dark gray eyes.

Flashing waves of light.

just now.

at this time.

It's time to end get out of class.

She couldn't sleep well.

(End of this chapter)

184. Chapter 181 Party Dress

184.

When Alan and Hilda's eyes met.

At some point, Philip lowered his head and looked at Hilda again.

The gentle smile and genuine happiness on Hilda's face were reflected in his pupils.

He was silent for a moment.

Turn around.

He glanced at Alan again.

There was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Philip blinked.

The confusion disappeared.

It seems to be just an illusion.

He raised his hand and squeezed his temple tiredly before speaking.

"Since you're awake, I'll leave first. Do you have some important municipal affairs to deal with and need me to call Li'er back?"

"No need~ Alifa can do it, dear, do you want to deal with government affairs? You should go and rest first."

"Well, okay, I see."

Philip's voice was soft, and he tilted his head to look at Alan again.

Turn around.

He nodded to Arifah who was bowing behind him.

He walked across the living room, to the door, and leaned out.

Turn around and grab the door handle.

The door was pulled and slowly closed.

The field of vision gradually narrowed in the gap of the closing door.

Finally it becomes a narrow gap.

in the gap.

There were only two figures.

Hilda.

With Alan.

There was a slight sound of the door closing.

Philip was silent for a moment, looking at the door panel that he had blocked from view with his own hands.

He walked towards the reception room which he often used as his office.

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"Mother, Alice has mastered the foxtrot very well now! I'm still improving!"

After Phillip went out, Alice spoke immediately, but her tone was not her usual shouting tone. Although her expression was very happy, it was completely inconsistent with her usual state.

Not so natural.

It could even be said to be a bit tense.

She was trying to cheer up Hilda, who was in a bad mood, in her somewhat clumsy way.

Edna has been on paid leave at home for a long time.

Ever since Hilda took on the role of etiquette teacher at the end of October, she seemed to have fallen in love with this 'novel' teaching job. She would arrive in the classroom half an hour early every night, sometimes even before dinner time, waiting for everyone to come to the etiquette class.

After officially becoming the etiquette teacher of Alan and his classmates, Hilda's face was very serious during the first few weeks of class, and sometimes she even frowned, as if she could fully immersed herself in the role of a teacher.

But as time goes by.

on her face.

There are more and more smiles.

And ever since Hilda got sick.

The etiquette class for several people naturally moved to Hilda's bedroom.

Why did Hilda insist on attending class even though she was sick?

According to her.

Because of.

"There is still more than a month until Alice's tenth birthday party. Alice has already mastered the foxtrot in just two weeks. That's great. I don't have to worry about it. But remember to consolidate it every day in the future."

Hilda's tone revealed a hint of fatigue, and she was about to stand up while speaking. Alice glared at her, took a step to Hilda's side, and reached out her hand to carefully help Hilda up.

"Good~"

As soon as she finished speaking, Alice turned around, grabbed Alan's hand beside her, and raised it high, posing as if she had won a great victory.

"Then will mother check the results today? Alice has been practicing hard every night when she goes home these days!"

Hilda smiled and tilted her head to glance at Alan.

The latter, however, looked down at the sofa.

The thick blanket that had just covered Hilda was pulled by her movement of getting up.

Some scraps of cloth and needle and thread were revealed underneath.

Hilda looked at Alan's posture and smiled.

"I won't be checking Alice's learning results today. She danced perfectly yesterday."

Alice's expression froze and she looked a little confused. Suddenly, she didn't know how to please her sick mother.

Just when she showed a conflicted expression.

Hilda glanced at Alan with a smile on her face.

Said so.

"I was afraid that we wouldn't be able to make it in time, so I started preparing the evening gowns for you guys a long time ago, and they were finally finished last night. So today, instead of practicing dancing for etiquette class, let's try on the dresses instead."