Re - Jobless Reawakening: The Succubus Sword Saint

　　Okay.

　　This was exactly the result he expected.

　　Alan blinked, breaking free from the distant memories.

　　There is a description.

　　candy.

　　Alice handed over her 'candy'.

　　But I just casually slapped it away.

　　He raised his eyes and saw that the corners of his mouth were still turned down, but because Alan had not spoken for a long time, his expression was gradually unable to hold back. Alice, who became a little depressed, cleared her throat gently.

　　"Feel sorry."

　　Alice was startled, then immediately turned her head and blinked.

　　".What? Why are you apologizing?!"

　　Alan wanted to say something to change the subject and downplay the incident.

　　But when he saw Alice's expression, he smiled.

　　He pointed a finger at his face and spoke very frankly.

　　"No killing intention. I sensed it. Alice didn't have any killing intention towards me."

　　"So, sorry."

　　"I was wrong."

　　Rudy, who was standing by, was stunned when he heard this. He had been waiting to see the brother and sister quarrel, but one of them just kicked the grass, and the other one was stunned for a long time and suddenly started to apologize, which made him unable to react to what the two were doing.

　　Alice blinked several times and seemed to be stunned for a moment.

　　But he suddenly turned his head and quickly glanced at Gileno, who had a smile on his face.

　　Then he turned to look at Alan.

　　"I see!"

　　"Kilenu, what next?!"

　　Alan was stunned, not quite understanding what Alice was going to say, and glanced at Gileno next to him.

　　The latter smiled.

　　"It's about the Water God School. Alice doesn't want to talk about it anymore. So she wants to turn the topic back to the lesson that was just interrupted - why is it okay for me to release murderous intent the moment I swing the knife, but she deliberately restrains her murderous intent?"

　　Upon hearing this, Alice nodded very vigorously, looking very energetic, and the listless look just now disappeared in an instant.

　　"Yeah, that's right! Gilenu only releases his killing intent when he swings his sword, so why don't I do the same?"

　　Alan shook his head and smiled.

　　I almost forgot what I was talking about just now.

　　Alice has a terrible memory when it comes to reading, writing, and arithmetic, but she has an amazing memory when it comes to topics related to swordsmanship.

　　Since she's getting arrogant again, I'll just go along with what she's saying.

　　Otherwise, Rudy might get beaten again.

　　"Because Gilena is fast and strong enough. With her ability, unless some high-level battle drags her into a tug-of-war, otherwise, the moment Gilena's killing intention is sensed by the enemy."

　　Alan slashed the air with his palm blade.

　　The second half of the sentence fell.

　　"The other party is already dead."

　　"This is the Sword God Style, this is the Light Sword."

　　"I can do that, too!"

　　"If you reach Gilenu's level, it would be possible, but at the moment, hiding your killing intent is the best option."

　　"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 fell.

　　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?!"

　　"able."

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

　　"able."

　　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?"

　　"good."

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

　　Right now.

　　He even heard the sound of his neck twisting stiffly.

　　——

　　"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."

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