Mushoku Tensei: Sword, Magic Hats, and the Romance System [156]

Allen Boreas Greyrat.

Male, 11 years old.

Unmarried.

Currently has two women he likes.

Preference: beast-girls (pseudo), lolis (real).

At present, serving as private tutor to his own younger sister in the Fittoa region of the Asura Kingdom.

As a teacher—his style is extremely strict, never granting mischievous students the slightest chance to skip class.

As a student—never skips class, takes leave only in the most superficial sense.

Daily life: highly regular.

Morning—practices empty swings on the eaves.

Noon—eats in the dining hall.

Afternoon and evening—attends class with the others; in magic practice, occasionally takes leave to avoid exhausting his mana.

Before entering his bedroom at night, always says to his companions: “See you tomorrow.”

Followed by—“Oh right, Rudy, Sylphy, I’ll need to take the morning off tomorrow.”

Sleeps at 11 p.m., only once a week going to bed just before midnight—holding to the principle that viewing a certain blue-haired beauty aids sleep, and never delaying the cooldown refresh of the “positioning system” by more than three minutes.

Sleep: 8 hours. Before bed, always strokes the Roxy figurine.

Falls asleep immediately upon lying down; sleeps through the night, never carrying fatigue or stress into the next day.

Because...

In the morning, he still has to skip class with a certain mischievous student to practice Longsword of Silence on the eaves.

Sylphy says he’s perfectly normal.

But right now, the perfectly normal Allen had run into a problem.

“Allen! Take me to the servants’ dining hall today! Grandpa and Father aren’t at the estate!”

In the stairwell under the skylight, Eris stood with her hair still damp from the rain and mist, tangled into many little “horns” sticking up—like a small lion with its fur puffed up—red eyes blazing with excitement as she called to Allen.

Her voice was loud and strong.

Allen could only press a hand to his face in helplessness.

The whole “lady of the house dining in the servants’ hall” thing had started one time when Hilda, with Sauros and Philip both away, had invited them to eat there—at Eris’s own suggestion.

At the time, Hilda had been stirring her bowl of wild vegetable soup with her usual gentle smile, but at that unexpected request, her hand had stilled, her expression freezing for a moment.

She had glanced at Allen first—finding him expressionless—then at Eris.

Hesitation flickered across her face.

Sylphy, watching Hilda’s expression closely, had been about to speak, but Hilda had already agreed to Eris’s request.

“All right, Eris… When we eat in this dining hall, everyone seems a bit tense… Maybe you’ll be happier together in private?”

“Thank you, Mother!”

Hilda had stroked Eris’s head with a helpless smile.

And so, now, whenever Sauros and Philip were away, Eris would dash about the servants’ dining hall like a happy little puppy.

So why was Allen conflicted?

Because, the autumn morning rain had stopped.

And the young lady, was still soaked from head to toe.

Earlier on the eaves, with the rain curtain all around, Allen’s mind had been full of nya, sword techniques—he hadn’t thought about it.

But once the rain stopped, sunlight broke through gaps in the clouds, falling onto the Boreas estate, streaming through the corridor windows and spilling across Eris.

And Allen realized—this was bad.

It wasn’t a matter of whether her clothes were see-through—

Her garments were thick enough to hide whatever was underneath.

But two people with equally drenched clothing… was far too easy to link to skipping class together.

And just yesterday...

Sylphy, taking advantage of Eris sparring with Ghislaine in swordsmanship, had quietly pulled him aside to whisper:

“Allen, don’t spoil Eris too much. You know reading and arithmetic are important.”

Her eyes had been fixed on him without blinking, and he’d instinctively looked away, feeling awkward.

Then he’d sworn to the “Disciplinary Committee” that next time he saw Eris come up, he’d definitely “persuade” her to go back.

...

Result: persuasion had failed again.

If he brought her along now, wouldn’t that be getting caught red-handed?

“Go change your clothes. We’re not eating in the servants’ hall today—at least not today.”

“Hah? But it was fine before!”

“Go change. Before was before, now is now. Don’t forget I told you just yesterday not to come looking for me on the eaves—and here you are. If Rudy and Sylphy find out you skipped class to come to me again, they’ll scold you, won’t they?”

Eris snorted, narrowing her eyes at Allen, body leaning forward into an attack stance, like a young feline about to pounce.

Allen met her gaze without expression, stern and unmoving.

“Please take Eris to eat together, nya! ☆”

“No.”

...

Allen arrived at the servants’ dining hall fifteen minutes later.

He hadn’t changed clothes—just let his refined battle aura surge through his body a few times, the heat naturally steaming them dry.

Though they still looked somewhat wrinkled.

Behind him, Eris, in neat, fresh clothing, her hair smoothed and perfectly combed—renewed.

She wore a smile, mouth curved high, clearly in excellent spirits.

Allen glanced at her, coughed lightly, then looked toward the dining hall.

Sylphy and Rudy were at their usual “reserved” window seat, apparently speaking quietly about something.

Perhaps because they had been waiting for Allen, their eyes flicked toward the entrance between words.

And then—they saw Allen and Eris.

The four locked eyes.

The next instant...

“Morning, Sylphy!”

Eris’s bright, ringing greeting exploded, the sound cutting clean through the entire dining hall!

Every maid eating stopped mid-motion, turning toward the presence that, with one sentence, announced to the world that she had indeed been skipping class all morning.

Who says “morning” in the middle of the day?

Everyone smiled kindly and returned greetings while Allen’s lips twitched faintly.

“Milady it’s already noon, you know”

“Milady’s as lively as ever~”

With brisk thump-thump-thump steps, Eris crossed the room amid their “praise” and dropped into the empty seat beside Sylphy.

Allen followed stiffly behind—but concealed it perfectly through absolute control over his body.

He greeted Rudy normally, then looked to Sylphy.

Who was smiling at him.

He smiled back, gave a small nod.

And, just a touch quickly, yet entirely naturally, shifted his gaze away.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. I got a little too focused on sword practice today…”

Even as he spoke, he moved to pass Rudy and sit opposite Eris.

But Rudy suddenly rose—not even fully upright before sidestepping in a smooth instant to claim the seat opposite Eris.

Allen froze, looking at him.

Rudy gestured invitingly—half a year of etiquette classes showing in the gesture’s perfect elegance and professionalism.

His brown eyes seemed to speak:

Please, have a seat, Mr. Allen.

No need to thank me.

Allen’s step faltered, and he barely restrained the strong urge to kick him.

He looked up.

Sylphy was right across from him, chin propped in one hand, looking straight at him.

Eyes curved in a crescent, more perfect than the arc of Ghislaine’s Hiramune blade.

And Allen, unbidden, felt one thought well up...

Today, everyone’s eyes… seem to be speaking.

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