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Outside the window, bare tree branches bore sparse hints of green.
Within the spring breeze, leaves were beginning to sprout.
Inside, the fireplace bubbled softly.
Under their gaze, the diary's pages flipped back and forth.
Sylphiette watched Allen nervously yet expectantly, her reddish-brown eyes shimmering with stubborn, unyielding light.
In her vision, Allen's expression only wavered for a brief moment.
Then, just as quickly, it returned to normal. He lowered his gaze, his face unreadable as he stared at the diary on the table.
He raised a hand—so casually, so effortlessly—
And closed the window beside them.
The spring breeze that had been rustling the pages was cut off. The diary lay still on the vanity, as if nothing had changed.
Seeing this, Sylphiette's expression froze. Her hopeful heart plummeted like an iron weight, a haze of confusion rising in the depths of her eyes.
How...?
Did it... still not work?
Allen...
Lady Hilda...
But before she could dwell on it further—
Allen shifted his gaze from the table and turned to look at her.
Sylphiette instinctively met his eyes—and then stiffened.
In that instant, she saw something ignite in Allen's pupils.
A spark.
Slowly burning.
Growing hotter.
Brighter!
She had seen this expression many times before—
—When he had fallen into the snowy ravine, declaring "Wait for me to carve out the dawn."
—When he had shattered the rain in that assassination, striking like a coiled serpent.
—When he had drowned Thomas in the fountain, water cascading like falling rain.
Every time, this had been the look in his eyes.
But...
Sylphiette knew this wasn't just the gaze Allen wore when killing.
It was the light in his eyes when he was determined to do something.
The brightness returned to Sylphiette's gaze, shimmering intensely. Her lips trembled slightly—she almost felt like crying.
But in the end, she smiled.
Like a blooming spring flower.
She had held back this smile for far too long.
Here and now—
Allen's emotions burned like fireworks, transmitted wordlessly through his eyes. Sylphiette, who had always been attuned to others' feelings, who had longed so deeply to understand Allen's heart, saw it all clearly.
This time—
Finally—
She had succeeded.
She had awakened Allen's desire.
The next moment—
Allen seized Sylphiette's wrist. His grip was gentle, but his will was ironclad.
Just as she had done to him twice before.
Now, it was his turn to pull her forward.
His steps quickened. Sylphiette nearly stumbled trying to keep up—
Then a soft breeze lifted her feet. She no longer needed to walk; Allen's pull carried her forward.
As if she were floating.
An advanced application of the Flow Secret Technique.
Allen was in a hurry.
They stepped out of the room. Allen shut the door behind them—
Then whirled around.
His eyes locked onto Sylphiette's, his expression earnest and solemn.
"Roxy... do you know where Rudy is? The library?"
Sylphiette blinked.
"Ah... yes. He's been on break for Eris's birthday banquet. He usually goes to the library after meals."
"Help me. Bring him to my room. There's something I need you both for. I won't go with you—I need to think through how to do this properly."
Sylphiette nodded firmly.
"Okay! I'll go get him right now!"
Before the words had even fully left her lips, she spun around and dashed off. Her white hair fluttered behind her, as lively as her leaping heart.
Allen immediately turned and strode toward his own room.
His steps grew faster.
Longer.
The corners of his lips curled up—no hesitation, no doubt.
His smile widened.
Freer.
Dust swirled before his face, only to be shattered as he charged forward!
[Oh? This look—are you finally starting the mission? Responding to Hilda's expectations first?]
[Ghyslaine's expectation isn't an issue either. You can already perform the Light Reversal.]
[But what about Sylphiette's? Haven't you not gone to Shirone yet?]
[Are you abandoning this task?]
Allen didn't slow down. The floating text crumbled at his side, scattered, left behind.
Why would I abandon it? I'm doing Sylphiette's mission too!
[Oh? Has your brain overheated? Let me remind you—this is a compound mission. Even if you fulfill their expectations one by one, if the intervals exceed 24 hours, you get zero points.]
[Do you understand?]
Stop spouting nonsense. That's your mission—not mine!
The dust paused midair.
[Oh?]
It shattered again as Allen surged past, his eyes gleaming like Sauros's freshly polished Iron Heart!
Sylphiette's persistence.
Hilda's diary.
Every word, every action—
Had dragged the emotions he had buried under too much rationality out from the fog!
And what emerged from the mist—
Was a clear sword heart!
Allen's signature self-interrogation flashed through his mind, seamless and unhindered.
This was his own grilling.
This was him polishing his sword heart and iron will!
What Hilda wants isn't just acknowledgment—but genuine emotion!
Now that I've felt it, why make her wait?
*So what if there's a 24-hour interval? I'm responding to Hilda* now!
Dragging it out for a year?
Why?
Follow your heart. Act as you will.
My sword heart is clear.
So I'll swing this 'blade'!
I won't wait for tomorrow.
I seize today!
The dust trembled, about to reform—
But Allen swung a fist, smashing it apart midair!
His inner roar continued!
Isn't the point of these missions to make me part of this world? Then tell me—is this my Mushoku Tensei? Am I on the right path?
Points are just a means—the goal is to belong here.
I'm walking the right road.
So why hesitate? Why fret?
Are points really that important?
[Heh. Points aren't important? Careful—you might get erased.]
Allen's steps halted abruptly at the corridor's turn. His eyes narrowed, burning into the still-dispersing dust, the fire in his gaze raging!
Points? So what if I lose them? If I can throw them away, I can earn them back!
'Careful of erasure'?
System, don't you love mocking people?
Then I'll throw your own style back at you!
*Wasn't the three-year tutoring period's 60-point baseline mission logic set by* you?
A will as sharp as a blade erupted from his eyes!
If I ignore your 'warning'—
Then go ahead.
Erase me now.*
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