On the slope outside Buena Village, the wind was gentle.
The silhouette of the tree shade flickered on Allen's face.
He watched the myriad of light spots sway, his mind filled with the recent 'reality.'
There were still three or four months left until the tutoring period in the original storyline, but he was faced with an 'internal predicament' that was causing him a lot of trouble.
First was the attempt to get Paul's family to leave Buena Village to avoid the Great Teleportation.
This had clearly met with a Waterloo. It was difficult to achieve this with just his words. He couldn't just shout, "I'm a transmigrator, so you all have to leave," right?
So he had to rely on external forces to make it happen.
Where would these external forces come from?
In the inevitable future, the one with the most potential for manipulation was the Boreas family in Roa City.
Also known as Allen's 'main family.'
Currently, Allen wasn't worried about being recognized again. In the past two years, his expression control, hairstyle, and demeanor had completely changed. The sharp, slicked-back-haired guy from two years ago had now become a long-haired, smiling, bespectacled good-natured person.
And Philip had been wary of James in the past. During Allen's eight-plus years in the capital, he had only seen him from a distance as a child.
Now, after the passage of time, with insufficient information, it was almost impossible for Philip to connect Allen with his eldest son.
So, it was feasible to go there as a stranger and stir things up.
This was Allen's current judgment based on the available information.
But.
If he went down this path, a new problem arose.
It was true that he had cleared the childhood period and was now in a state where he could choose to enter the tutoring period at any time.
But the boundary of this tutoring period had become very blurry, and the most reasonable reason for contacting the Boreas family had disappeared...
The original plot was: Rudeus received a letter from Roxy about her promotion to Water King-rank mage. Realizing his own magic growth had stagnated, he had a painful realization that admiration is the furthest distance from understanding.
Only then did he propose to go to the University of Magic for further study.
Sylphie's first reaction upon hearing this was that she didn't want Rudeus to leave. Later, after considering the joy of raising her, Rudeus decided to take Sylphie with him to the University of Magic.
At this point, Paul refused his request to go to school. He sensed Rudeus's intention to keep Sylphie by his side and deliberately raise her, which would prevent her from growing. In the end, after consulting with Roles, he decided to send Rudeus to the city to be a tutor to earn his own 'tuition.'
The main purpose was to separate the two of them, to prevent Sylphie from becoming a completely dependent appendage under Rudeus's cultivation.
You want to stay with Sylphie and go to the University of Magic?
OK, go earn your own money. The condition is that you don't contact Sylphie for these three years. After three years, when you've earned enough money, you can come back and take her to school with you.
This is the prerequisite for my agreement.
Afterward, Paul, without Rudeus's knowledge, sent a letter to Philip's family.
Rudeus was suddenly taken away by the invited Ghislaine and brought to Roa City.
The tutoring period plot began.
But the current situation is:
Rudeus's upper limit in magic hasn't improved much, but his lower limit is constantly rising. In the original story, at this point, although he showed amazing talent in magic, his application of magic in combat was still lacking.
But after Allen arrived, the two of them sparred together every day, not to mention experiencing the monster tide at the end of last year...
This old NEET, for some reason, had a sudden burst of maturity.
After that, he had been practicing the battlefield application of magic, and now he could easily conjure various mixed magics he would be good at in the future.
"Frost Nova!"
Just as the thought crossed his mind, a roar came from the side.
A sky full of frost spread from the ground in the distance. The grass stems, swaying in the wind, were lightly scraped by the frost and turned into ice spikes, sweeping towards the tree where Allen was lying.
Allen's thoughtful expression froze slightly. His pupils contracted and expanded.
His vision changed color.
The tree canopy, swaying in the wind, 'froze' in mid-air. The rustling leaves fell silent.
The person under the tree quietly admired the faded ink painting in the 'quiet room.'
Wisps of dark mist rolled up from the bottom of his vision, gradually about to consume his entire field of view.
The next moment.
The mist was blown away.
By the 'wind' rising from within his body.
Allen blinked.
The world was re-colored.
The frost, as if hitting an invisible barrier,乖乖繞行而過 when it reached his feet, as if realizing that its actions would disturb the person under the tree.
The entire slope was freezing.
But the tree was still swaying in the spring breeze, gently sprinkling spots of light on the squinting face of the person under it.
This was its 'protected person.'
Not far away, two young voices, one male and one female, drifted into Allen's ear.
"Allen's Rockfall Secret Art is still as flawless as ever... He deflected my magic so effortlessly... Now he can even cast it perfectly without even drawing his sword... As expected of Allen."
"Heh..."
"? Sylphie, that squinty-eyed smile of yours is a bit creepy... By the way, the village has been very lively lately... Look, there's a carriage passing by over there..."
"My father said that it's the season for planting Batilles flowers and wheat, so people have been coming in carriages to deliver seeds."
"So it's the planting season..."
The two little ones' voices faded into the wind, and Allen continued to think.
Based on the fact that Rudeus was currently exploring the practical application of magic and focusing on strengthening magic below the advanced level, Roxy's promotion to King-rank didn't have much of an impact on him.
Because in their correspondence before her promotion to King-rank, he had been discussing magic with Roxy.
He already knew that the rank of a mage didn't mean much to an oddball like him with a large reservoir but a small pipe. As long as he increased his magic output, changed the form, and found the most 'suitable' way to cast attack magic.
Then every rock cannonball could reach the power of a King-rank.
What was important was the ability to apply low-level/mixed magic.
At this point, Rudeus was already several versions ahead of the original plot. Although he hadn't reached the adventurer period yet, he had reached the level of the Demon Continent period.
The idea of earning money to go to the University of Magic for further study had also become less urgent.
The trigger for the start of the teenage tutoring period, the motivation to "go to the University of Magic for further study," had disappeared.
Even Sylphie was no longer clinging to Rudeus, so the 'motivation to go to the University of Magic together' after the trigger had also disappeared.
Allen had even 'probed' Roles about this, asking if he was worried about Sylphie's future growth, since she was always playing with them.
That guy Roles had a very strange expression, stared at Allen for a long time without a word.
Until the latter started to feel uncomfortable, he finally replied in a muffled voice.
'Not too worried, because I 'trust' him. And Sylphie has already grown a lot, which also proves this point.'
Trust him??
Who??
What does that mean?
Before Allen could ask anything else, Brother Roles suddenly had a contorted expression and pushed him away with a look of displeasure.
So strange.
But if it was just this one step, it didn't matter. Allen didn't mind putting some pressure on Rudeus to make him realize he needed to improve, and he didn't mind helping Sylphie 'grow,' since this child rarely refuted his suggestions.
But the more crucial and tricky problem didn't lie with them.
It lay with Brother Paul...
To this day, Brother Paul had shown no intention of introducing Rudeus to Roa!
If he didn't write the letter, they wouldn't even have the identity of tutors. How could they talk about the 'teenage tutoring period'? They couldn't tutor at all!
Although the system had said that his own 'teenage tutoring period' would begin the moment he interacted with the original plot characters.
But was Allen really supposed to run away from home again, go straight to Roa City, and stand in front of Eris and say.
I, Allen, a Sword Saint, am willing to take you as my apprentice?
Wouldn't he get his head chopped off by a certain nearly two-meter-tall furry, dark-skinned 'hottie'?
Besides, Allen already had a 'criminal record' for this kind of behavior. If he did it again, he would really be kicked out of the family, right?
Therefore, Allen had also probed Paul about this.
The feedback he got from Paul was—currently, Sylphie, Rudeus, and Allen would be the cornerstone of a perfect adventurer party in the future.
The University of Magic? What for?
Isn't it good to just be an adventurer?
Besides, if the noble girls in school took off their clothes, their bodies would be all soft and flabby, and their figures would be completely out of shape.
This was a complete deception. It was not like the bodies of female adventurers, where what you see is what you get, without any corsets or other nonsense.
When he was in the noble school before the age of eleven, he had been fooled many times, and so on.
This part was exactly the same as the original plot, and it really made Allen's ears go numb.
Brother Paul is Brother Paul. His way of thinking is as hard as a rock; you can't even soften it by soaking it in a cesspool.
But he tentatively agreed with the point about adventurer girls being good, because...
He only liked adventurers anyway.
Especially the great adventurers who soloed the labyrinths near Shiron.
If you narrowed it down to blue hair, an indifferent face, thin lips, a small stature, and a cute adventurer...
That would be perfect...
Suddenly, a shadow entered Allen's field of vision. Floating white hair blocked his view.
He blinked.
In front of him was Sylphie's face.
Sylphie had her hands propped on the grass on either side of his head, leaning over to look at him.
A white one-shoulder dress.
White hair dancing in the air.
Her fair skin had a translucent quality in the sunlight.
The wind blew by her face, her ears twitched slightly, but Sylphie's reddish-brown eyes were looking at Allen, squinting into a beautiful arc in the wind.
A little gentle.
It's worth mentioning that the dress was something Allen had picked out for Sylphie at the market at the beginning of spring.
At the time, Sylphie's entire face had turned red. She had waved her hands and stammered that she didn't want it, that it was too expensive, and that it would look strange on her.
Allen had stated firmly that it would definitely not look strange.
Just kidding, he was a man with a salary of two silver coins a month.
Although it hadn't been paid on time since he had completely become a 'family member' of the Paul family last winter. When it was given, it was in the manner of giving pocket money.
Quite ridiculous.
Shouldn't close relatives keep clear accounts?
Paul is so inconsiderate.
However, Sylphie seemed to like the dress a lot.
Now she wore it every time she saw Allen.
Allen looked at the smiling face of Sylphie in front of him.
But lately, whenever Allen saw this expression on Sylphie, he always felt it was somewhat familiar.
It was as if...
It was the feeling of looking in the mirror every morning...
It must be his imagination.
"What's wrong? Sylphie."
Sylphie's hair was now completely shoulder-length. After her magic was depleted and her hair turned white, no new green hair had grown. And perhaps because the hair had lost its vitality, the white hair was exceptionally soft and smooth, obediently following the curve of Sylphie's pointed ears and swaying in front of Allen's face with the wind.
"It's time to go back for lunch."
March is the season for planting.
Carriages loaded with crops were parked on both sides of the irrigation fields. Baskets of seeds were unloaded directly from the carriages into the fields.
This was a microcosm of the agricultural economy of the Asura Kingdom.
As Allen and the other two walked along the road, some villagers in the nearby fields would occasionally look up and greet them.
Allen was walking with his head down, thinking about how to find a good angle to enter the teenage tutoring period. After a year, his Flowing Sensation Secret Art had reached 'perfection.' Even if he didn't activate it, his senses were very sharp.
But he would selectively ignore too much information, otherwise his brain would be really tired by the end of the day.
For example, at this moment, his thoughts were repeatedly 'plowing' the field of his internal predicament. The external noise was just the spring breeze blowing over the field, and his main energy was focused on 'plowing.'
So the spring breeze was just a ripple on his thoughts.
"Hey, Rudeus, how are you~ You've grown taller again! What a handsome boy."
"Hello, uncle! Thank you!"
Allen's brain: ~Useless information, ignore.
"Hey, Sylphie is getting more and more beautiful Your dress is so cute"
"Thank you, auntie. Allen gave it to me. :)"
Allen's brain: ~Useful information, remember it. I'll give her more next time.
"Hey, Allen is even more burly now I haven't seen you lately. You must come and play next time"
Allen's brain: ~A compliment. I should say thank you...
Wait, what play????
Allen's neck stiffened. He blinked, breaking free from his thoughts.
At this moment, he didn't even need to turn his head to recognize the twisted and turning tone of Mrs. Somar in the wind.
And in the corner of his eye, he saw Sylphie frowning at Mrs. Somar, and Rudeus instantly turning into a troll and starting to interact crazily with Mrs. Somar.
"Allen is indeed more burly! He hasn't visited you lately. He'll visit another day~~"
Rudeus is such a good person, he even 'helps' people out.
Tonight is his last night on earth.
Allen nodded and looked down at his feet, not intending to pay any attention to the hospitable Mrs. Somar.
At this moment.
A gust of wind blew past his face.
The wind was kicked up by a passing carriage from behind and then subsided. The curtain on the side of the carriage window also fluttered in the wind.
A gaze peeked out from it, then retracted, sweeping past Allen's side.
Unlike the cargo carriages by the irrigation fields, this was a luxurious and widened passenger carriage, even with a protruding crystal canopy.
Then, carriage after carriage passed by him.
All of a similar design.
From almost every one of them...
Came...
A gaze of 'prying.'
The carriage did not stop; its wheels continued to turn.
Forward.
The curtains fluttered in the wind, and the almost tangible sense of being 'pried upon' from the Water God Style's 'Flowing Sensation' Secret Art disappeared.
It was as if it was just a passerby who happened to glance at the pedestrians on the side of the road.
But Allen had stopped.
Beside him, Sylphie raised her eyebrows in surprise. She glanced at Mrs. Somar, who was working in the paddy field and suddenly became excited when she saw Allen stop, then turned to look at Allen.
"A-Allen??"
In Sylphie's eyes, Allen's expression was constantly changing. It seemed to be surprised for a moment, then showed a hint of astonishment, and then turned to thoughtfulness.
Just a moment later, his expression melted away like snow in spring. He just said faintly.
"I'm fine, let's keep walking."
Rudeus and Sylphie exchanged a look. They both glanced at Mrs. Somar, who had become dejected again in the paddy field, and then followed Allen, who had already taken a few steps.
Under the sun, Allen's face was expressionless.
This expression had not appeared on his face for a long, long time. For the past year, he had either been smiling with his eyes narrowed or had various emotions on his face. This deadpan face, which was common when they first met two years ago in the spring, had almost never been seen this past year.
This was why Sylphie and Rudeus were surprised.
But strangely, since meeting the three of them, the carriages in front seemed to have deliberately slowed down.
They maintained a tense, stable distance, firmly 'sticking' in the three's line of sight.
In this way, it was as if the carriages were 'leading' the three of them.
Entering the village entrance.
Crossing the hard dirt road in the village.
Passing through the village.
Finally, at a corner, the four carriages turned in succession and drove beyond the side wall.
They disappeared from the three's sight.
Rudeus, however, was dumbfounded.
Because, on the other side of the wall, was the gate of the Greyrat family home.
He turned to look at Allen again, with a questioning expression.
Allen still had the same look.
A steady pace, an unwavering rhythm, leading the two little ones on...
On...
They rounded the wall.
What the three of them saw.
The sun was shining freely on the gate of the Greyrat family home.
The four carriages had stopped. Paul and Zenith's panicked voices came from the Greyrat mansion, and they ran out the door.
A servant dismounted and placed a stool outside the door of the frontmost carriage.
Then opened the door for the person inside.
Spotless leather boots, finely stitched silk trousers, a luxurious, formal noble's coat.
The person stepped out of the carriage, onto the stool, and then onto the rough ground in front of the Greyrat family's gate.
He was a middle-aged man with a scholarly air.
He took a deep breath of the fresh country air, a smile spreading across his lips.
Then, completely ignoring the master of the mansion who was rushing to greet him in the courtyard, he slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the three of them.
The scorching noon sun shone down, illuminating his face.
Under his curly, medium-length brown hair was a smiling face with narrowed eyes.
Kindness and indifference, two completely opposite and complex temperaments, were strangely mixed in his expression.
It was hard to tell which was his true face.
When Sylphie saw his expression, her heart skipped a beat. She didn't know why, but she subconsciously began to feel nervous.
She reached for Allen's hand beside her, grabbed it, and turned to look at him.
She couldn't help but be stunned.
As far as she could see, Allen's indifferent expression was slowly changing.
His eyes slowly narrowed, and the corners of his mouth slowly lifted into a smile as he returned the 'guest's' gaze.
Smoke and dust lay between their gazes, floating and flickering.
This was the system notification that had appeared in the fields outside the irrigation canals, in the instant the carriage and the person had brushed past each other, in the moment the brown and dark gray eyes had met.
[Host detected to be 'interacting' with a character from the tutoring period plot]
[Childhood period ends]
[Teenage tutoring period begins early]
[Score reset]
[Current Stage: Teenage Tutoring Period, Cumulative Participation Score: 2 points]
[Please continue to work hard, in the torrent of the Jobless Reincarnation era, in the eyes of the main and supporting characters, to carve your 'mark']
[Current Swordsman Style Levels]
[Sword God Style: Advanced]
[Water God Style: Saint]
[North God Style: Advanced]
Allen's gaze passed through the gaps in the words [Cumulative Participation Score: 2 points] and landed on the 'guest's' face.
At this moment.
Under the same sunlight, in Sylphie's pupils.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
She suddenly felt...
The demeanor of these two...
Was far too similar.
In the next moment, she understood the reason for her panic.
A noble; a middle-aged man; a magnificent carriage; arriving at the Knight Lord's house; Allen's unusual behavior.
This person opposite them.
Seemed to be...
Allen's biological father.
The wheels of the carriage in front of the Greyrat family's gate had stopped.
But, fate still rolled forward.
Don't complain that I'm updating less. This large chapter could have been released as 3 chapters with a little polishing.
About the plot:
Currently, the characters in the plot are moving on their own. I'm just using logic to deduce their actions.
It was obvious that I lost control once, when Sylphie saved Allen. In my original version, Allen fell off the cliff alone.
But when I wrote to that point, Sylphie just jumped in. (Shocked)
This way, it's definitely not fast to write. If the right person does the wrong thing in the right environment.
The book will start to fall apart.
Please understand.
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