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Late spring of Dragon Calendar 414.
After the first [Persuasion] of James on May 1st, and the subsequent letter to the First Prince.
The following nine days, from May 2nd to May 10th, at the Boreas mansion.
Were merely a part of the daily life of a great Asura noble family that 'doesn't keep idlers':
May 2nd:
Morning: Chess game. Allen engaged James in a 'fast chess' battle. James, facing Allen's aggressive style, was defeated soundly. [Persuasion] duration: 3:00, Game duration: 0:37. Allen strode away, James's face as grim as still water.
Noon: During lunch. A truly 'harmonious family atmosphere'—everyone occasionally glanced at Allen, no one spoke. Allen praised the chef's skill and ate heartily.
Evening: News spread throughout the royal capital. Allen gained further fame. Minor nobles visited, hosted by Boreas. However, Allen closed his doors to guests.
May 3rd:
Morning: Chess game. 'Fast chess.' [Persuasion] duration: 3:00, Game duration: 0:31. Allen smiled at James, whose face was stiff.
Noon: Same as previous day.
Evening: Same as previous day.
May 4th:
Morning: Chess game. James began by engaging Allen's chess style in close combat, and was defeated soundly. [Persuasion] duration: 3:00. Game duration: 0:24. Allen shook his head and left. James's face was grim.
Noon: During lunch. Everyone stared fixedly at Allen. The atmosphere was extremely tense. The Madam was sarcastic. Allen only smiled, unconcerned, and complimented the Madam's beautiful smile.
Evening: News spread completely throughout the royal capital. Allen gained further fame. Nobles believed his demeanor was an act of 'holding out for a better price.' Minor nobles still visited, hosted by Boreas. Allen closed his doors to guests.
Night: Ariel sent a dinner invitation, which was immediately refused.
May 5th:
Morning: Chess game. 'Fast chess.' James played cautiously but was defeated soundly. Game duration: 0:19. [Persuasion] duration: 3:00. Allen asked James if he wanted another game? James only looked down at the chessboard.
Noon: During lunch. The meal was exceptionally rich, the atmosphere excellent. The Madam smiled radiantly as Allen ate the poisoned vegetable soup. He enjoyed it thoroughly and praised the chef's skill. Not long after the meal, James flew into a rage and executed the family chef.
Evening: Having refused Ariel's invitation yesterday, his reputation soared. No one visited.
Night: The Second Prince sent a letter to James.
May 6th:
Morning: Refused to play chess. [Persuasion] duration: 3:00. Allen mocked James, whose face was numb.
Noon: During lunch. Nothing happened.
Evening: The Second Prince's servant delivering the letter gave the wrong signal. A wave of noble visits began. Boreas closed its doors to guests.
Night: Ariel personally visited. Boreas closed its doors. Her Highness requested to see Allen, but was loudly refused by him. She staggered away. James received the Second Prince's third letter.
May 7th:
Morning: Chess game. 'Fast chess.' James, uncharacteristically, switched to a slow chess approach. Allen also changed his style to match, defeating James soundly. [Persuasion] duration: 3:00. Game duration: 14:12. Allen's move time: 0:17. James's move time: 13:55. Allen smiled. James's face was impassive.
Noon: The food got worse. Allen ate heartily. Everyone only watched Allen eat. After the meal, the new chef died, this time from poisoning.
Evening: Allen's refusal of the Second Princess became a laughingstock. Visitors from the nobility came in a continuous stream. Boreas still closed its doors to guests.
Night: Ariel personally visited. Boreas again closed its doors. Her Highness requested to meet Allen, and was loudly refused by him. She staggered away. James received the Second Prince's third letter.
Allen received the First Prince's letter.
May 8th:
Morning: Chess game. 'Slow chess.' [Persuasion] duration: 3:00. Game duration: 38:17. Allen's move time: 0:15. James's move time: 38:12. Allen looked at the bloodshot eyes of James and shook his head, leaving.
Noon: Same as previous day.
Evening: Visiting seemed to become a trend, with nobles actually competing. Boreas still closed its doors to guests.
Night: Derrick Redbat visited, looking quite urgent. Boreas closed its doors. Derrick Redbat stood at the door for half the night, then left. James received the Second Prince's third letter.
Allen received the First Prince's letter.
May 9th:
Morning: Chess game. 'Slow chess.' [Persuasion] duration: 3:00. Game duration: 2:19:17. Allen's move time: 0:13. James's move time: 2:19:04. James's face was bloodless. Allen patted his shoulder to comfort him.
Noon: During lunch. James's eldest son returned, furious, and was knocked unconscious by Allen's slap. Allen praised the chef's cooking. The Madam seemed poisoned, but soon announced it was just a stomach ache.
Evening: Breaking down the threshold, a banquet was held outside the Boreas mansion. Boreas ignored it, still closing its doors to guests.
Evening: Ariel's carriage arrived. She paid a formal visit to Allen in full regalia, in plain sight, but no one answered inside the mansion. During this time, the First Prince sent a letter, which was received by a servant. The nobles chuckled incessantly, and Ariel left dejectedly.
May 10th:
Morning: Allen did not seek James for a chess game.
Now, at this moment.
The bedroom.
In his dark gray eyes, the pendulum clock swayed.
And before him, the system panel's smoky text slowly floated.
[...What did the First Prince say in his letter to you? To recruit you?]
Click—10:00:00.
Allen turned to look at the system panel, casually continuing the previous conversation with his inner thoughts.
'System, you're not omniscient and omnipotent either, are you? But, [Persuasion] is really easy to use, did you learn it?'
Click—10:00:03.
The panel text instantly appeared, quite exasperated. [If I were omniscient and omnipotent, I'd tell you the future right now! #!¥#¥% Come!@#¥!@¥]
[!@#%!$#]
Click—10:00:07.
Allen was extremely surprised. He raised an eyebrow, looking at the system panel. His body was extremely relaxed, as if he were admiring a painting.
'Huh? What's wrong? Why is it all garbled, damn it? Wake up! Don't fall asleep.'
However, as his inner thoughts fell, the smoky text floating before him continued to churn, but no words appeared in response.
Allen narrowed his eyes.
'System, [Locate], Roxy.'
Click—10:00:09.
The smoky panel suddenly gathered before Allen, vaguely forming a vortex...
The next instant! It suddenly dispersed into wisps of smoke!
It swirled around Allen and then vanished.
Fittoa territory, Boreas mansion.
Second floor, reception room. The grandfather clock's pendulum swayed.
Click—10:00:04.
On the table, there was an open letter.
Arifa, who had flattened the letter, recognized the handwriting. Her legs went limp, and she collapsed to the ground. She hadn't expected that by obediently listening to Allen and fabricating a lie about Allen being in mortal danger, she would gain the attention of the Master, Young Master, and Madam.
Allowing all three to see this letter at this very moment.
But, was it actually a self-fulfilling prophecy?
She shouldn't have listened to her master! She should have opened this letter earlier!
And Hilda beside her was also bewildered, not knowing why things had progressed to this point in just over a month.
Saul was stunned for a moment, then immediately turned to see Philip, who was completely dumbfounded, and kicked him to the ground.
"You ordered this?"
Philip scrambled to his feet, his face extremely grim, unable to speak.
Snap, the walking stick in Saul's hand was crushed. Saul's face twitched as he took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, thought for a few seconds, then made a decision.
"Pack your bags! Inventory the land deeds, money, assets, and personnel."
"We're leaving for the royal capital today!"
Everyone started moving.
On the table, the letter Allen had written by hand in Buena Village, its handwriting messy.
Envelope: Please, Lilia, help me send this to Arifa at the Boreas mansion in the Fittoa territory.
Below, in Beastman language: Arifa, I command you. This letter must be displayed to the Master, Young Master, and Madam on May 10th at 10:00 AM. If there is any discrepancy, I will kill you.
Long time no see.
By the time you see this letter, I will have killed James.
The matter of assassination, once, twice, thrice, always lingered on the edge of what I could tolerate.
I had thought my nominal, so-called father had ceased his aggression.
But I discovered that this 'fourth' time was already eagerly awaiting me on my way to the royal capital.
Truly a good father.
He even tried to kill Eris as well.
James cannot be kept alive.
He deserves to die.
Therefore, he must die.
I no longer wish to endure the tedious games of power. And killing him is merely a flick of the wrist.
So why should I endure it any longer?
This is the fastest and most convenient way to solve the problem.
However, with my current abilities, I might not be able to contend with Dawn. I might escape the royal capital under cover of night, or I might be captured on the spot, but I don't anticipate immediate execution.
No matter the outcome, it doesn't matter.
You all wanted to acknowledge me and bring me back to Boreas, it wasn't my own desire to return. So, you must naturally be prepared to accept the 'consequences' of my return to Boreas.
The royal capital mansion cannot be left unattended. This mess will take time to clean up. And I, this thirteen-year-old patricide, will certainly not be tolerated in the royal capital.
Truly excellent. I disdain to become the family head.
The way a martial artist solves problems is with a single stroke of the blade. I have learned Sword God Style, ascended to Sword King, and my desires have been ignited.
To act as one pleases, to unite knowledge and action.
I do not wish for my sword heart to be tarnished again.
Therefore, I will not wait.
But...
After all, I have benefited from your care this past year. Now that you are, in all likelihood, beyond saving, I'd like to give you a heads-up:
Come, clean up my mess.
Otherwise, the assets and honor of the Boreas family in the royal capital will be completely lost.
Right?
Fittoa territory north, Buena Village.
Wall, grandfather clock pendulum swaying.
Click—10:00:10.
On the dining table, a letter was also spread open.
Envelope: Lilia, please make sure to gather everyone on May 10th. Open this letter in front of everyone. This is extremely important to me. Please do not open the letter prematurely. Please be punctual. Please do not reveal it to anyone beforehand, including my uncle and madam.
Please.
Long time no see.
By the time you see this letter, I will have killed James Boreas Greyrat, and seized the position of Boreas family head.
Furthermore, incidentally, I will also deal with Pilemon. The position under him should be Uncle's, not his own.
The struggle for the succession is an excellent opportunity. I know that if I were to suggest such ideas, you would have countless reasons to refute me.
So I will ignite this fire of change first.
However, this may be fraught with danger. Even if I succeed in overthrowing Pilemon, if there is no successor, it will not work. This is an excellent opportunity. Reclaiming Notos should begin from the royal capital.
Rudy, I plan to place him under the First Prince's command.
Sylphy, I will place her under Her Highness the Second Princess's command.
Betting on multiple sides, but, without a doubt, no matter the situation, it is very dangerous. Therefore, I need your help.
Please do not doubt my decisiveness and ability to act.
Come to the royal capital.
Finally, I apologize.
My actions have swept away all of your choices.
Buena Village is indeed a good place, very suitable for retreating into seclusion after achieving success.
The question arises.
Uncle, have you achieved success?
How did you come to Buena Village then?
Uncle, you now have two more children, and your family income has sharply decreased. You still have to rely on Boreas. This is too passive. In the future, you naturally need to firmly grasp things in your own hands.
Moreover, Rudy's magical talent is so astonishing.
What about Norn? What about Aisha?
They should all receive better education, whether at the Magic University or a noble school.
Not follow me to become a tutor, or be a wild girl in the village, or a maid whose mind is only focused on serving others.
Madam Zenith was originally a refined noble lady from Milis who lived in luxury. Every time I saw Madam helping out at the clinic to supplement the household income, I felt it shouldn't be so. And Lilia was once a guard in the royal palace. Now, whenever the weather gets cold, her old injuries flare up, and I see the pain in her expression.
They have all borne children for you, and they should also enjoy some blessings.
I like Sylphy, and I imagine everyone knows it. I also cannot bear for Uncle Rorze and Auntie to continue living in such hardship.
Some things need to change, Uncle.
Always staying in your 'comfort zone,' if something unexpected happens, you might experience things you regret even more in the future.
You can't always rely on Boreas.
Don't seek outward, but seek within your heart.
Isn't that right?
Uncle, come on. The burden of this Notos family still rests on your shoulders.
For Norn, for Aisha, and for Zenith, and for Lilia.
To once again reclaim your own, the honor of being the head of the Notos family.
Uncle.
Your blade.
Is it still sharp?
Beside the dining table, Paul, Zenith, and the Rorze couple stared blankly at the letter. And Lilia, who had suppressed this letter until now, was even covered in cold sweat.
Thanks to Allen's proper handling of the situation on the night of the affair, she trusted Allen implicitly, believing him to be the most reliable and prudent person in this household.
Only now did she vaguely realize.
No matter how prudent Allen was, he was still just a thirteen-year-old boy! He still had hot blood burning in his bones!
The proof was his immediate action to track down and eliminate the source of the monster riot in one afternoon.
Although the tone of the letter showed his sincerity and concern for the family, still...
This was too presumptuous! Overly confident!
He had actually dragged Rudy and Sylphy into the royal capital's succession struggle.
Too dangerous!
Just as her thoughts reached this point, bang! The teacup on the table was knocked over.
Paul's face contorted in rage, but this anger only lasted an instant. He shot up, grabbed his sword, casually pulled a few gold coins from a nearby drawer, and twisted to walk out.
"Allen is too reckless! The royal capital nobles' political maneuvering is nowhere near as simple as he imagines! Allen, Rudy, Sylphy are all in danger! I have to go help them!"
But just as he was about to grasp the doorknob, a pair of hands pressed onto it before him.
Paul turned to look at Zenith, who was blocking him.
Although her expression was flustered, her eyes were fixed on Paul.
Paul froze, then squeezed his eyes shut.
In a few breaths, his brows unfurrowed.
When he opened his eyes again, they held only a look of resolve.
More like the head of a household, rather than a 'reckless' youth like Allen.
"Phew." He let out a long breath, then glanced at Zenith, and then at Lilia and the Rorze couple behind him.
"My apologies! I was too rash! We'll go together! This doesn't just concern me alone!"
"Notos, I will reclaim it! Only then can we resolve the current crisis! And some of Allen's words are not without reason!"
"When this crisis is over! I'll have a good talk with Allen!"
"Also, I've always been an adventurer, and I don't have much understanding of power struggles, but we can discuss it on the way! How to overcome this 'difficulty'!"
Lilia quickly spoke. "Allen also had me send a letter to the Boreas mansion."
Paul said through gritted teeth. "Go to Roa City first! Philip must have a way! He's his biological son too!"
"Immediately pack your things! Let's go now!!"
Royal Capital, Boreas Mansion.
Allen looked at the air before him and spoke with his inner voice.
'System, [Locate], Roxy.'
'System, [Locate], Roxy.'
No more smoky text appeared.
Allen smiled and stood up.
He stretched languidly.
'Freedom~'
'This change in the future must be the greatest in transmigrated history. 'God,' whose vision is obscured, rest. At such a critical time, I cannot let you come out and disrupt things.'
'I truly don't have the time.'
He picked up his sword sheath from the table, took out the letter from the First Prince from the drawer, and twisted to walk towards the door.
His demeanor was relaxed.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Click, he turned the doorknob.
However, the bedroom door did not open.
His dark gray pupils constricted to pinpricks, staring at the...
...air before him.
—A 'god,' had returned.
[Allen.)]
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