Mushoku Tensei: the Apostle of God

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Allen's first words were formal.

He used her full name, his tone perfectly aristocratic, making Sylphie tense with unfamiliarity. But his next phrase melted into their usual warmth, as natural as their daily interactions these past years.

Before she realized it, her hand was already in his, being led through the banquet hall past staring guests. The moment his dance with Eris ended—just as applause erupted and Sauros announced the ball's commencement—Allen had moved decisively.

While all eyes still lingered on him, he strode to the dimly lit corner where she hid and pulled her into the brightest center.

Sylphie kept her gaze fixed on their joined hands, remembering how he'd once drawn her from darkness to light by that irrigation ditch in Buena Village.

They reached the dance floor's heart. Eris stood nearby, chin lifted as Hilda praised her while glancing at Allen and Sylphie. Philip observed them with crossed arms. Sauros initially scowled, then raised his goblet high.

"Let the ball begin!"

As the crowd dispersed into dancing pairs, Sylphie exhaled slightly—only to gasp when Allen stepped back, extending their linked hands.

"Your dress restricts hip movement. Smaller steps would work better, yes?"

Her face burned. Her wandering eyes found Rudeus surrounded by girls Allen had rejected; dark circles under his eyes, yet wearing that trademark grin. Realizing her usual refuge was useless, she searched for Hilda—

A tug on her arm sent her stumbling forward. Suddenly Allen's chest filled her vision, his hand warm at her waist.

"Won't you look at me?"

She raised trembling eyes. Then—

Whirl.

He spun her out before catching up, his gray eyes smiling. They stepped sideways in unison.

"Shall I use 'Flow Secret Technique' to guide you?"

Though barely practiced, her feet moved effortlessly. "N-No need."

His left hand raised theirs overhead while his right pressed lightly at her hip. White hair shimmered in lantern light as he guided her through a turn. When they realigned, he murmured:

"Did you get Roxy's letter yesterday?"

She stumbled—his arm caught her waist, dipping her low. Nearby, waiting girls hissed in disappointment, rejecting other partners who then flocked to Rudeus.

Through two more measures, Sylphie avoided his gaze until cornered: "Y-Yes..."

Allen released her into the starting pose. "I received one too."

Pull.

"What did yours say?"

Spin.

"I-I don't know..." She feigned ignorance when they reconnected.

Allen's eyes glinted mischievously. "Roxy told me some, but not all. Should we exchange letters?"

Clap.

Their palms met mid-turn. "N-No! It's nothing important—"

He traced her fingers, interrupting: "You're not wearing your necklace."

Her ears twitched violently. As they passed shoulder-to-shoulder, the dance ended abruptly—

Freeze.

She stood stunned, hand still in his. Before she could retreat, Allen bowed, flipping her hand palm-up.

Their eyes locked as he drew it to his lips.

The chaste kiss lasted barely a heartbeat, but Sylphie couldn't meet his gaze—until something glinted in her lowered vision.

The necklace.

Black and gray gemstones matching his eyes.

His fingers brushed her nape as the cool chain settled against her collarbone. His whisper tickled her long ears:

"This is shameless to ask... but will you adventure with us? Me, Roxy, and you."

A sniffle. "...Okay."

A pause. Then the question she couldn't voice: Why me?

"Is a songbird like a writing desk?"

Her head jerked up. He smiled that special way—the one she'd seen since the snowy valley—and suddenly she understood.

Still, she mumbled: "Songbird? Writing desk? That doesn't..."

Her protest dissolved into scarlet-faced silence.

"...make sense."

But it didn't need to.

Love never did.

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Floating text shimmered:

[Secondary Objective: Respond to Sylphie's Hopes – Complete]

[Composite Mission Progress Detected]

[Remaining Tasks]

[Tertiary Objective: Respond to Ghislaine's Hopes]

[Primary Objective: Respond to Hilda's Hopes]

Allen ignored the prompts, watching Sylphie's white hair glow as he smiled.

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