Re - Jobless Reawakening: The Succubus Sword Saint

　　Hilda's expectation was simple: to have her son, who was masquerading as Alan Boreas Greyrat, recognize her.

　　Sylphy's expectations are also simple, to respond to her enthusiasm and respond to her love.

　　Gileno's expectation is still simple, to swing the sword of light.

　　They correspond to family, love, and strength respectively.

　　Putting aside the seemingly strange mission requirements this time, in essence, the system is still the same as before, forcing him to integrate into the world and forcing him to deeply participate in "his own jobless journey."

　　This is indeed the path Allen wants to take and is heading towards.

　　But the problem is that it takes 24 hours.

　　This was the fundamental reason why he put on hold the task that Hilda was expecting.

　　Because Sylphy's expectation still needs a "response", and she even has to go to Shillong, which means she will have to wait even longer.

　　Fortunately, Hilda's health has been getting better over the past month, so he is not so worried about this "mother" who is so kind to him.

　　There is still time, you can just wait a little longer.

　　After Alice's tenth birthday party, he went to Shillong to explain everything and then brought Loki back.

　　When the time comes, just push off the three tasks together.

　　The interval will not exceed 24 hours.

　　But recently, he always had a strange feeling lingering in his heart.

　　That is - every time he saw Hilda recently, he had an inexplicable feeling.

　　Very ethereal and elusive.

　　He seemed to be able to grab it with his hand, but he failed every time.

　　Especially when Hilda smiled at him, Alan always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

　　Very strange.

　　and.

　　Alan looked at the knife that had not been unsheathed for a long time on the table.

　　He can already swing the sword of light.

　　The sword's will had been "beating" in his hand, prompting him to grasp the sword, to swing it, to make the long-planned strike.

　　But Allen always felt that

　　There's still something missing.

　　Just like responding to Hilda's expectations.

　　Something is missing.

　　He frowned and looked at the paper in front of him.

　　"Boom boom boom."

　　Just then, there was a knock on the door.

　　Alan turned his head and his eyes lit up.

　　He put the paper into the drawer, locked it, stood up, and walked to the door in a few steps.

　　Open the door.

　　It wasn't Alifa who came to deliver the letter as expected.

　　The white-haired girl was standing outside the door looking at Alan.

　　Alan blinked and was about to say something.

　　But Sylphy grabbed her wrist.

　　Alan was stunned for a moment, looking down at Sylphy's hand.

　　Sylphy's hands were soft and her strength was gentle, just like her spring-like temper. This reminded Alan of the scene when Sylphy grabbed his wrist in the locker room a month ago.

　　Alan looked up into Sylphy's eyes.

　　Reddish-brown eyes stared back.

　　Soft and strong.

　　"Alan, today's spring breeze is very gentle and the timing is very good"

　　"I've thought about it for a long time and I feel that you and Mrs. Hilda shouldn't be like this. I..."

　　"I want to try again."

　　Before Alan could say anything, she grabbed his wrist and led him out the door.

　　The grip on Alan's wrist was very gentle.

　　But it reveals an unquestionable "effort".

　　The two walked down the corridor, climbed the stairs, walked across the bridge, and came to the door of Hilda's bedroom.

　　Sylphy turned to look at Allen.

　　She raised her index finger to him and shushed him softly.

　　Gently push open the door.

　　The floor-to-ceiling windows cast light into the living room, the stove was bubbling with hot water, and the windows were closed.

　　The room was very warm.

　　Hilda was not on the sofa. She was sent back to the bedroom by Sylphy to rest and was already fast asleep.

　　Sylphy held Allen's hand, and under the latter's puzzled gaze, she quietly walked across the living room and came to the dressing table.

　　She tilted her head to look at Hilda's bedroom door, reached out her hand, and gently pushed open the window beside her.

　　With the change of seasons, the sharp wind no longer blows into the bedroom.

　　Blowing on Alan's face.

　　There was a loud rustling sound.

　　Alan subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

　　On the table, the spring breeze lifted up the diary on the dressing table.

　　This is the diary that Sylphy read part of on the night Hilda and Philip had an argument.

　　The diary was a little dirty, with some stains of red wine, and some pages had obvious wrinkles, precisely because of this.

　　All it takes is the wind to turn the pages of your journal.

　　The diary is simple, with only a few lines on each page.

　　It is difficult for ordinary people to capture the information of all pages in a short time.

　　But now standing in front of the table is Alan, Alan of the Kitakami-ryu.

　　So he saw it very clearly, extremely clearly, too clearly.

　　The handwritten aristocratic characters were engraved in his eyes, so clear that his face was dazed for a moment. In the end, he could only turn his head and look to the side in a daze.

　　Sylphy was looking at her.

　　Always and always.

　　Only this time, there was only determination in her eyes.

　　Like Allen, she was also waiting for an opportunity.

　　The opportunity for the third effort.

　　The first effort was at the end of October last year. Sylphy persuaded Hilda to become Allen's tutor so that the two of them could get closer, but it ended in failure with her crying in the bedroom.

　　The second attempt was in the fitting room a month ago. She made Allen face Hilda's "expectations" year after year, but it ended in failure with Hilda's distant "Mr. Allen".

　　She didn't know that Alan had actually made the decision long ago.

　　She was just very stubborn, falling down and crying again and again, then getting up again, persevering

　　Let Alan see something, something that in Sylphy's eyes, Alan needed very much but was unwilling to reach out and touch.

　　This is her passion, her persistence.

　　This was her kindness to Alan.

　　And love.

　　This is the third time so far.

　　The third time, I mustered up my courage again, cried and tried to stand up again after failing and falling.

　　Will it work this time?

　　meeting!

　　The reason is simple!

　　Because Sylphy's three efforts all worked! Even though she didn't know it at all! Even though she tried hard every time!

　　Alan looked at Sylphy, his pupils shrank into needles, and he turned his eyes away again in a daze, looking at the table.

　　The spring breeze still blows the diary back and forth.

　　The handwriting is still clear.

　　Alan finally understood what that 'strange feeling' he had been having for the past month was.

　　That is:

　　Alan only sees Hilda as the original's mother.

　　Hilda.

　　But he treated Allen as his own child.

　　Whether in the flesh.

　　Or maybe the soul.

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　　Friends, if you are interested, you can go and have a look.

　　(End of this chapter)

197. Chapter 106: Sincerely for You Hilda's Diary

　　197.

　　March 24, rain.

　　I met Alice's new tutor today. My dear had told me about this before, and I was mentally prepared, but why did I lose my composure the moment I saw that child?

　　The kid killed someone. He drowned Thomas alive. His expression was a little scary. But for some reason I always felt that he was so kind.

　　Alice's new tutors are all quite young.

　　Then when I returned to my bedroom and changed my skirt, the feeling of intimacy was gone, and I felt a surge of anger. Why did I feel intimacy with that child?

　　Because he has the same dark grey pupils as me.

　　Why is my child far away in the capital? And I have to take care of someone else's child?

　　Why.is this happening?

　　I suppressed my anger. This had nothing to do with those kids, did it?

　　Before lunch, I wanted to invite them to have dinner together.

　　But the moment he saw them, and heard Alice saying that she was going to take his new tutors to familiarize themselves with the mansion, his face was filled with joy at finally meeting people of his own age.

　　I was very sad and could no longer control the emotions that were welling up in me.

　　I don't understand. Is it that I am marrying Philip and marrying the honor of the Boreas family?

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