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Allen flipped onto the ship's roof and turned to look below.
The street patrol, who had been quietly sneaking toward the second deck, all froze mid-step before abruptly turning around—
And began cleaning up the corpses on the ship.
Allen's gaze shifted to the distant boat drifting away in the morning light. On it, Viz Ta visibly flinched when he spotted Allen, but quickly steadied himself, reassured by his successful escape.
He even raised a hand and waved at Allen from afar.
Allen chuckled and casually waved back.
Then—
A sudden scream "startled" him into stiffness.
"AAAAHHHH—!!!"
"Knight-sama! Look at me!!"
"Knight-sama! My house is at No. 97, Cascade District, Street Three! My husband won't be home tonight!!!"
His innocent wave had ignited the crowd's enthusiasm.
(Well, mostly the women.)
(With a few exceptions.)
"Knight-sama!! I wanna be your knight too!! Look at me!! I also live at No. 97, Cascade District, Street Three!!"
"H-Husband?!?!"
"It's fine, wife. Weren't you just calling for Knight-sama too? It's not like it's real."
"W-Well… yeah…"
"What the hell?"
Allen frowned, unused to this absurd level of attention. But realistically, their reactions made sense.
A knight and a princess. A hero saving a beauty in peril.
And then the princess pissing herself.
(Though they'd missed that particular highlight.)
Still, the first three tropes were more than enough to entertain them.
In this medieval world, where entertainment was scarce and mostly revolved around primal urges, witnessing a live-action, dramatic spectacle like this was peak excitement.
They couldn't see the blood or the corpse up close, so the horror didn't register.
To them, this was just fun.
No—not "fun."
This was admiration for bravery, yearning for romance.
The simple, honest nature of common folk.
Totally reasonable.
But…
"Why the hell is there a guy in the mix?!
"Even if you're mad at your wife, this is too extreme—"
"Knight-sama!! Our home is at No. 97, Cascade District, Street Three!!"
The couple chorused, their voices dripping with invitation.
An open solicitation for entertainment.
The women nearby shot them envious looks.
The men's gazes were far more complicated.
Allen's eye twitched.
"Wait… hold on. Something's off here."
"Whatever. Focus."
He shook his head and turned his attention to the broken bridge—where the ship's mast had lodged itself between the arched stones. Thanks to the crew's quick actions and the shallow riverbed, the vessel had avoided smashing into the bridge and instead drifted alongside it.
His eyes traced the masonry upward until they landed on Sylphie and Isolte's pale faces.
With a quick leap, using the occasional footholds left for repairs, Allen activated the long-unused Four-Limbed Crawl technique. His movements were a blur as he scaled the bridge in seconds, landing smoothly on the broken surface.
He straightened and looked at the stunned Sylphie and Isolte.
"I'm back. I'm fine. My clothes are a bit torn, but no need to look so worried."
Neither girl relaxed. Their eyes flicked toward Ariel's "chamber" below, then to the bawdy shouts from the crowd.
Their sense of crisis skyrocketed.
Allen turned to speak to Rudeus—only for the boy to grab his hand.
"Is the princess pretty?"
"??"
Allen smacked him upside the head and stared flatly.
"No time for jokes. There's a rat that got away. I need to kill him. He's not strong, but the assassination setup was too precise. If I don't deal with him now, he'll cause trouble later."
"Huh?"
"Look."
He pointed at Viz Ta's distant boat.
Rudeus's expression darkened. His hand flicked, and a Stone Cannon began spinning rapidly in his palm.
Eris, Isolte, and Sylphie tensed at Allen's words—hands on swords, magic at the ready, each eager to contribute.
They followed his finger—
And promptly froze.
"That's… too far."
The Stone Cannon crumbled into mud at Rudeus's feet. He muttered, "W-We can't reach."
Allen smirked. "I meant—send me there."
"?"
Everyone stared at him.
Allen kept his eyes locked on Rudeus.
"Remember our spar in Buena Village? That move you always used to blast me away or create distance. With your mana control now, you can launch me, right?"
Rudeus gaped. "Sonic Boom???"
"Yeah. Hurry."
Rudeus spun toward the retreating boat, then frantically waved his hands.
"B-But if you miss and hit the water, it'll be like falling from a cliff! Maybe we should just let him go—"
Allen scanned the group, then strode to the broken edge of the bridge. He stepped onto a jutting slab of stone and turned back to Rudeus.
"Rudy, these past two years, I've watched you refine your basic spells with precision."
"You've worked hard. Ever since that winter, you've been pushing yourself—wanting to prove something, but never getting the chance because you've always followed my lead."
"But you're free, Rudy. You're your own person. You're the genius mage even Water King-ranked Roxy can't stop praising."
"You don't need to prove that anymore… right?"
Rudeus stiffened, then looked up at Allen.
The man stood bathed in dawn's glow, his expression relaxed—like a friend casually chatting from the passenger seat, utterly at ease.
"What I'm saying is…"
"You trust me."
"The same way I trust you."
"It's that simple."
Rudeus's breath hitched.
Allen then turned to the others.
"That goes for all of you. You trust me—and I trust you."
As the words settled, Sylphie—one of the original members of their Buena Village adventurer team—watched Allen with warm, reddish-brown eyes.
—The morning light licked at his clothes like flames.
She smiled, her eyes crinkling as she glanced between Allen and Rudeus.
"I've always believed in Allen."
"And I believe in Rudy too."
Then she giggled.
"But if Rudy won't try, I can do it! I only know Wind Blast, but I can close the distance! And with Allen's battle aura, he won't get hurt, right?"
"Though I'm sure Rudy can do better. As for your worries… Do you think you could launch him higher than Snow Valley? Or that your Sonic Boom would hurt him? I've watched all your matches. If it didn't work back then, why worry now?"
Rudeus didn't look at her. Instead, he stared at his hands—
Opened them.
Closed them.
A brief silence.
Then—
He laughed.
Exhaling sharply, he turned toward the boat now a hundred meters away, silently calculating the distance.
"Tch. Sylphiette Boreas Greyrat, don't underestimate me."
Sylphie stiffened, shooting a quick glance at Isolte—who stood nearby, utterly lost.
Before she could react, Rudeus's hand slammed onto the broken bridge stone beneath Allen's feet.
Wind surged!
Visible ripples of mana cascaded across the bridge, colliding with the Flow-enhanced battle aura around Allen. The resulting shockwave sent hair and clothes whipping wildly.
Allen grinned and looked toward the distant boat.
Viz Ta, baffled by whatever trick Allen was planning, paddled harder.
"There was another assassin in the cabin. I dealt with her, but Princess Ariel's been poisoned. Sylphie, Eris, Isolte—go help her."
"Honestly, this is a perfect opportunity to gain favor in the capital. It'll open doors."
The group blinked, suddenly remembering—
Why was Allen going to the capital again?
Officially? To reclaim his place in House Boreas during the succession chaos.
And the succession chaos?
Well… wasn't Ariel one of the top candidates?
Before the thought could settle—
BOOM!!!
A deafening explosion of wind erupted beside them, the force cracking the bridge further.
Rudeus roared—
"FLY, ALLEN-SAMA!!"
The bridge trembled as another section collapsed.
Debris flew.
Allen was gone.
A visible distortion tore through the air as Allen—wrapped in battle aura to resist the spell's recoil—shot forward like a human projectile, hurtling toward the distant boat!
100 meters!
70 meters!
50 meters!
The crowd's cheers turned to gasps as Allen arced through the sky, descending toward Viz Ta's boat.
Wind whipped at his half-dried clothes as the distance closed. Soon, he could make out the texture of the sword at Viz Ta's hip.
Rudeus's calculations were perfect.
Allen wouldn't land dead-center, but he wouldn't miss either.
For a split second—
Their eyes met.
Allen flashed a vicious grin.
Pure villain energy.
Viz Ta's liver quivered.
"What kind of North God style bullshit is this?! Who's the real North Emperor here?!"
"This guy's even wilder than Auber!!"
But he didn't freeze for long.
Ignoring the strain on his battle aura, he slashed two sword beams upward at the falling Allen!
The blades of energy distorted the air, crashing into Allen's guard.
He slammed a palm downward—
Battle aura clashed with sword light!
BOOM!
The explosion blasted Allen off-course, sending him veering toward the river—
But mid-flip, he chopped the air with a hand.
A weakened Avalanche Drop, tweaked for sheer force, rippled the dawn-lit sky.
The shockwave kicked Allen back on track—
SLAM!!!
He landed hard on the boat, sending waves erupting around it!
And in the spray—
A blade flashed toward him!
But before it could connect—
THUNK!
It buried itself into the deck, the sword's aura splitting the wood in a meter-long gash!
Viz Ta's preemptive strike—
Now stuck in the planks, immobile.
Water gushed through the cracks, spraying into his face as he gaped up at the figure before him.
Allen's foot pinned the struggling blade to the deck, his expression dripping with mockery.
As Viz Ta stared in horror—
Allen leaned down and smiled.
"You disarmed me, weakened me, forced me into the water, cut off my Light of the Sword, brought a Water King mage, even had that puppet freak prep underwater breathing masks."
"Not bad."
"You accounted for everything—my Sword God and Water God styles, the fact swordsmen need solid footing. A flawless trap."
"So what?"
"I still crushed it. And now—"
"I've got you."
He raised a hand, fingers trembling with condensed power, and grinned.
"Run all you want, glowrat."
Viz Ta couldn't even process the words—or how Allen knew about his light-bending tricks. His entire focus was on that quivering hand.
His vision warped.
The world rippled.
As water gushed around them—
Time rewound.
Three minutes earlier.
Under the bridge—
Blades clashed. Stone shattered.
Allen's eyes locked onto the hollow puppet mask on the "craftsman's" head as they fell.
The wind whispered secrets.
That wasn't just a mask.
His Flow perception mapped the inner structure—an intricate array of Wind Blast magic circles pressing a fish-bladder membrane against the wearer's neck.
A perfect seal.
A Mushoku Tensei version of—
A diving helmet.
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