Jobless Reincarnation: Sword, Magic Hat and Romance System

Chapter 57 Allen has a childhood sweetheart? ? ?

Those who frequently commit murder know this.

Killing someone is easy; disposing of the body is difficult.

This doesn't apply to the continent of swords and magic, where all sorts of people die every day, and slavery is even permitted in various countries, making laws that uphold human rights a pipe dream.

Disposing of a body is not difficult, because there is no need to specifically "dispose" of it; a corpse can simply be thrown away.

Whether it's the stinking ditches outside the city or the slums in the remote corner towers inside the city, they are all suitable places for nameless corpses.

However, Allen couldn't just "handle" the body. After killing the person, he originally intended to destroy the evidence immediately, but when he realized that the body parts scattered all over the ground were difficult to dispose of, he gave up the idea and only planned to make a quick escape.

At this moment, in the forest outside Rigate City in the dead of night, a helpful assistant arrived who no longer gave Allen a cold, half-closed look.

As a result, not only the corpses, but even the camp was burned to the ground.

When men and women work together, the speed at which they commit murder and dispose of the body is often frighteningly fast.

The bandit stronghold outside Rigate City has completely vanished from this world.

Before long, it will become a ruin that no one cares about.

Logically, that should be the case.

But what if someone had been observing the entire process from the beginning of the hunt until the end of the attempt to destroy the evidence?

Will this spectacular hunt for maned wolves be recorded in their eyes, along with a glimpse of this vanished bandit stronghold?

As the flames receded, two slender figures leaped from the middle of a cliff on the other side of the lake, far from the edge of the camp and the boundary with the forest.

The firelight from the burning camp licked at the two men.

An old woman named Lieda is the current pinnacle of the Water God Style swordsmanship and Allen's master.

A girl named Izoruti Keelel is Eren's childhood friend from the Water God Dojo since she was four years old.

"I thought someone had angered Darius, and that he had gone to such lengths to secretly set up an ambush. I thought he had offended some expert who wanted to take his life. It turns out that the real culprit was Allen."

"So he didn't flee to Sharia, but secretly stayed in the Kingdom of Asura to seek revenge on James? This kid is still the same as before, unable to tolerate the slightest disrespect."

Leda's words had the rhythm of an older, high-ranking person, carrying the majesty of a nobleman and a master swordsman. At first glance, her gait resembled that of an ordinary old woman, but to a skilled swordsman, her movements were flawless.

Izoruti followed behind her, her long, soft, straight black hair, resembling a princess cut, dancing in the air. Flames flickered from between her strands, and the blue outlines on the ends of her hair were faintly visible.

In stark contrast to Luo Qixi's half-closed eyes, thin lips, and cool features, she possessed striking facial features even before she had fully matured. Her eyes were large and round, with slightly drooping corners, giving her a gentle air. Her high nose bridge stood between her eyebrows and eyes, adding a touch of stubbornness to her gentle appearance.

She was tall for her age, almost the same height as Leda beside her. Perhaps due to years of sword practice, her leg-to-body ratio was excellent.

When Leda mentioned Eren, Isorti smiled gently, her eyes crinkling.

"Yes. It's been almost half a year since I last saw him. My senior brother is still as sharp as ever, but his features have softened a lot. Swordsmanship."

At this point, her expression changed, and she frowned.

"...Still such a genius. I know that Kitagawa is hiding his true strength, but the Sword God Style...he actually knows the Silent Greatsword. And he has also solved the biggest problem with the Rock Secret Technique."

A playful smile appeared on Leda's wrinkled face as she turned to look at Izuru.

"He's already gotten close to the door with 'Gan Liu,' he's undoubtedly the Water Saint. Don't blame me for stopping you earlier, even if you came down there you wouldn't be able to bring him back to the capital."

Izuru lowered her eyelids.

"Master, if you personally intervene, there shouldn't be any problem, right? Don't you want him to return to the capital? Last year you even said that the position of Water God would be his sooner or later."

Leda looked at the burning corpses on the ground, her face expressionless.

"We've discussed this several times over the past few months. It's impossible for James to have sent so many experts to surround and kill Allen in the Crimson Dragon's Jaw. Now it seems that Darius was also involved in the assassination attempt last year."

Izuru was still a young girl after all. Even though she had grown up in the royal capital's aristocratic circles and was very well-mannered, she couldn't keep her composure and revealed a flustered expression.

"Are you saying you're going to kill him for Darius? This..."

Leda glanced helplessly at her granddaughter, then reached out and made a gesture in the air to stop Izoruti from speaking.

"I've heard that the reason Allen often takes care of you seems to be because he feels that you've lost your parents early and are all alone, and that Dantoris isn't fulfilling his duties as an older brother, always wearing a stern face. So he befriends you, not because he has feelings for you. When you were five years old, you spent several days carefully choosing a sword hilt for him, and he only gave you a few pastries in return, didn't he?"

Izuru couldn't help but recall the image of Loki, who had been beside Allen earlier. Her bangs covered her eyes, and her expression was obscure in the flickering firelight.

"Master, I asked if you would kill him. What are you saying? I don't understand."

Leda squinted at her disciple's hand gripping the hilt of his sword.

"What am I saying? Look at your reaction! Heh, you kid, if Allen weren't good-looking, would you have been more interested in him?"

"!!grandmother!!"

Leda pouted helplessly.

"You don't need to worry. After all, we were master and disciple, so I won't kill him. Although Darius is my savior, Allen doesn't know that Darius is the mastermind yet, so he poses no threat to Darius's life."

"Then why not bring him back to the dojo?"

"Although I don't know the reason, it's a fact that Darius wanted to kill him. Even if he were brought back to the main dojo, he wouldn't be able to stay in the capital. For his safety, I have no choice but to keep him locked up deep within the dojo, secretly training him as a hidden swordsman until he's capable of protecting himself. But do you think he's the type to remain anonymous until his swordsmanship is perfected before emerging from seclusion?"

Izuru glanced at Leda and asked cautiously.

"Then I'll just have to convince him. If that doesn't work, I can just take him back by force, right?"

Leda sighed and reached out to touch Izuru's black hair.

"Are you really treating him this way because you're too dependent on him?"

"I don't know. But if it were really feasible, would you agree?"

"meeting."

"Then I'll go after him right now!"

Leda drew her golden sword from her waist and blocked Izuru's path, her eyes gleaming with the smile of a successful seduction.

"Of course you should bring your childhood sweetheart back yourself, without a doubt, but is your current swordsmanship level good enough?"

Izuru had just taken a step, her flowing hair a testament to her joy, but after saying this, her bright expression froze.

".not enough."

Leda smiled and put her hands behind her back.

"Come back to the dojo with me and hone your swordsmanship. When you reach the Water Saint level, I will release you. Whether you can bring your beloved back then will depend on your abilities."

"Fine! No! What sweetheart?! Grandmother!!!"

Izuru, who usually maintains a polite demeanor but is actually arrogant in the capital, loses her composure at lightning speed whenever Reda teases her about Eren.

Leda stopped her deliberate teasing and immediately suppressed her smile as she turned her head away.

"If that day truly comes, and Allen returns and diligently trains in the dojo until he realizes Darius is the mastermind behind the revenge, that will be our day of confrontation. I won't kill him, but if he truly wants to kill Darius, then he'll have to step over my dead body."

"If he can't kill me, he can't take his revenge; if he can kill me, he'll become the new water god."

Leda had no intention of reminding Isorti of this cruel future; Darius, though completely corrupt, was, after all, her former savior.

Repaying kindness with kindness, even if it means bearing a bad reputation, was Leda's resolve.

"Let's go back to the capital."

"Okay, please wait a moment!"

Izuru ran to a charred wreckage and, under Reda's somewhat helpless gaze, bent down and began searching through it with the blade of her sword.

The charred remains emitted a foul odor, and the smoke and dust blackened her face.

Time passed as she searched through the body parts. Finally, Isoru's eyes lit up. She picked up a knife hilt from the body parts, carefully held it in her palm, and examined it closely.

The hilt was broken, and dried bloodstains stuck to it were scattered in Izuru's palm.

Her eyes shone brightly in the night breeze.

"I will definitely bring him back to the dojo!"

(End of this chapter)