Re - Jobless Reawakening: The Succubus Sword Saint

　　"I'm sorry, I've asked you to come to my bedroom for the past two weeks. Today, I even accidentally fell asleep and almost missed the class. Did Alifa call you here?"

　　The questioning voice fell.

　　Sylphy, Gileno, Rudy, and Alice looked at Alan at the same time. Today it was Alan who mentioned that he wanted to see Hilda, but since he, the leader of his team, didn't say anything, the others just looked at his expression.

　　After all, everyone knows the status of Alan and Hilda's relationship except Alice.

　　Although Alice, the younger sister, didn't know that the swordsmanship teacher she admired was her brother, after being together for so long, she naturally knew from her intuition that Alan cared a lot about Hilda.

　　But the specific reason is not clear.

　　The reason is simple.

　　Alan cares about Sylphy, Alan cares about Rudy, and Alan also cares about himself.

　　Alan cares about everyone, including Sylphy and Rudy who also serve as teachers.

　　And Hilda also happens to be a teacher.

　　With overlapping identities, her little brain couldn't make sense of the interpersonal relationships surging beneath the surface.

　　She just had this vague intuition, but she herself didn't understand it, so she couldn't ask.

　　Beside her, Alan took off his tuxedo and turned back into the talented swordsman with a sharp edge.

　　After hearing Hilda's question, he turned his eyes and raised his eyebrows to look at Alifa.

　　His eyes were very sharp.

　　Under his gaze, Miss Bunny Ears' face froze, she hesitated for a moment, misunderstood, and stammered as if to speak.

　　"Yes, I took Mr. Allen and the others with me."

　　"I brought them here."

　　But he was interrupted by Alan.

　　Hilda's smiling mouth froze, and she raised her eyebrows and looked at Alan in surprise.

　　The latter tilted his head and looked at her.

　　The dark grey pupils reflected in each other's eyes.

　　"Lil came to the sword fighting class this afternoon and said that you fell asleep. If possible, cancel today's dance class."

　　Alan looked at Hilda quietly, and his mind flashed back to the rows of clothes he had just seen in Hilda's clothing room that were clearly made for him.

　　He spoke.

　　"But I thought maybe etiquette lessons would put Madam in better spirits, so I brought them here."

　　After saying this, Sylphy's lips curled up slightly, and she remembered Alan's thanks to her during the dance practice just now.

　　This time, under the sudden outburst of emotion, I couldn't help but make another effort.

　　It seems to be effective.

　　It worked.

　　A smile spread across her lips.

　　He looked a little excited.

　　Focus your gaze on Hilda's face.

　　Hilda blinked, her face blank.

　　After a moment, the corners of his mouth moved.

　　In Allen's sight.

　　She smiled somewhat distressedly and looked at Alan.

　　It's as if I want to remember the other person's current words and appearance in my mind.

　　"Thank you."

　　"Mr. Allen."

　　Alan lowered his eyes and looked at the carpet under his feet.

　　This is the Boreas House.

　　He blinked.

　　In the end, he followed Hilda's words.

　　"It's all right, ma'am."

　　Aside.

　　The smile on Sylphy's face disappeared and her face turned pale.

　　It was pitch black outside the window.

　　It was already night.

　　On winter nights, the fierce cold wind blew the falling snowflakes against the floor-to-ceiling windows.

　　She looked towards the window somewhat helplessly.

　　Then he turned his head and looked at the table of Hilda's dressing table by the window.

　　There.

　　There is a diary.

　　The windows in the Boreas house are very airtight.

　　The pneumatic drill can't get in.

　　I can't open the diary.

　　People can't see the words on it.

　　——

　　An hour had passed since I came out of Hilda's room.

　　In Alan's bedroom.

　　The candlelight flickered.

　　Licking his face.

　　Alan rested his chin on his hand, staring at the table.

　　The paper on the table, responding to Hilda's expectations, was still blank.

　　He narrowed his eyes, picked up a pen and wrote three words behind it.

　　Sylphy.

　　But he was silent.

　　In order to respond to Sylphy's expectations, it is with the help of Roxy's "promise".

　　So far, it has been Sylphy's efforts to meet Hilda's expectations.

　　Even today, when he was returning to the classroom and dormitory, he felt his heart ached when he saw Sylphy's pale face.

　　I had planned to comfort her after washing up, but Sylphy didn't even say see you tomorrow, and she just ran away into her bedroom.

　　Eh.

　　Alan pulled his hair and sighed.

　　I have mixed feelings.

　　These behaviors are very consistent with Sylphy.

　　But it did make Allen feel distressed.

　　After all, Sylphy's current actions are all for herself.

　　I don't know how many lifetimes of blessings I have accumulated to be able to travel to the world of No Job and meet Sylphy.

　　He covered his face with his hands and looked at the paper on the table through his fingers.

　　The current situation is also obvious and can be easily deduced.

　　Hilda must have known that he was her child, but why did she deliberately suppress this feeling?

　　It should be the same as Sauros and Philip. Due to the family's hostage tradition, they are unable to reveal their identities and express them.

　　If the other party recognizes you, everything will be laid bare.

　　Then she would also be packed up and sent back to the capital by Sauros, and Hilda would definitely not be able to accept this result.

　　And with a high probability, judging from Hilda's current performance.

　　She didn't even know the fact that 'Alan knew his identity'.

　　It seems that Philip did not reveal more information to her, and the reason behind this is also very simple.

　　Because Philip knew very clearly that he hated Boreas. In his eyes, Allen did not lack recognition of Boreas because of his identity as a time traveler. Instead, he was obsessed with the fact that he was a proton and was assassinated by his biological father James, who raised him since childhood. Therefore, he hated the entire Boreas family equally.

　　He was worried that Hilda would be even more upset if she knew more information, so he lied to her out of kindness.

　　A son who is in front of me but does not know his own identity.

　　And a son who is in front of him, who hates him and doesn't want to recognize him.

　　Which one was hit harder?

　　it goes without saying.

　　Although Philip is an indifferent politician, judging from his behavior after Hilda's recent illness, his sincere feelings for Hilda are indeed beyond doubt.

　　People are complicated

　　It cannot be simply characterized by labels.

　　After a moment's silence.

　　Alan rubbed his face vigorously and looked at the table again.

　　Pick up the pen.

　　Cross out the three words "Sylphy" that you just wrote.

　　The sound of brushstrokes rustled.

　　The handwriting jumps off the paper.

　　Still three words.

　　Responding to Hilda's expectations——Sauros.

　　He squinted at Sauros' name.

　　This is the root of the inability to recognize

　　Just at this moment.

　　Boom boom boom.

　　There was a knock on Alan's door.

　　(End of this chapter)

189. Chapter 186: Beautiful pleading, warm comfort

　　189.

　　Alan turned and looked towards the door.

　　At this time?

　　who?

　　When the thought of who came to mind, a figure popped into my mind.

　　A girl with white hair and reddish-brown eyes.

　　He blinked, stood up quickly, and walked to the door.

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