Re:Zero: No Job, No Magic, Just a Stupid Romance System

Rudy was a little surprised.

"Huh?"

Sylphy also wore a confused look.

Then Rudy seemed to get it and turned to Sylphy.

"Magic? That's not impossible. That way, when we're not around, Sylphy can use magic to fight back if she gets bullied."

Allen nodded eagerly.

"Yes, so it's more appropriate for you to teach her, since I don't know magic at all."

"That…"

"Ah, it's a bit troublesome, but since it's Allen's request, I'll reluctantly agree."

"You wouldn't teach her if I hadn't asked, would you?"

"Why do you want to learn magic? Shouldn't it be you teaching her?"

Sylphy tried to interrupt twice but failed both times. She looked at Allen on the left and Rudy on the right, realizing neither was paying attention. She couldn't help but get anxious.

"I want to learn swordsmanship!"

At that moment, several people walked under the big tree on the hillside.

The breeze was gentle.

Rudy's half-finished remark, "It's better for you to teach her swordsmanship," was carried away by the wind.

He blinked, then a smile slowly spread across his face. Turning around, he looked at Allen, who was stunned, and smiled like a mischievous man.

"Hey, Master Allen, looks like your little one doesn't want to learn magic from me but swordsmanship from you? What are you waiting for?! Perfect chance to train her! Hurry up and say yes!"

Allen's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish — he was confused.

"Huh? This butterfly effect is too much. You, a Laplace factor carrier, want to learn swordsmanship? Are you kidding?"

"Why?"

Sylphy blinked.

Then she turned, stretched out her small hand to Rudy — who was just watching the scene — and made a slashing motion. Her pointed ears fluttered in the air, and she cut the air with her hand while making a whooshing sound.

Rudy was unharmed, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

Allen staggered on the spot.

"No! Wait! Don't you think swordsmanship is cool?"

Sylphy and Rudy shared a surprised look and tilted their heads, gazing at Allen.

"Isn't it cool?"

They said in unison.

Allen was stunned for a moment, then his expression darkened.

"Wait! This butterfly effect is too obvious. In the original story, Rudy thought swordsmanship was good but didn't think it was cool. And Sylphy definitely didn't ask to learn swordsmanship. It's not like her to specialize in healing magic yet suddenly want to pick up a sword. How can a little healer just jump into melee fighting?"

Sylphy looked at Allen's increasingly serious face and grew a little panicked.

Rudy pretended to be indifferent, turned aside to admire the cursive calligraphy Allen carved on the tree yesterday, but his twitching ears betrayed how entertained he still was.

Sylphy glanced anxiously at Allen, who hadn't said a word for a long time. She shrank her neck and her eyes wandered.

Oh no, does Alan not like me learning swordsmanship?

"Well then…"

"If Allen doesn't like it, I'll learn magic from Rudy. That's fine too. Magic is cool. I can help you blow your hair."

A breeze swept through, messing up Alan and Rudy's hair.

They both looked stunned and stared at Sylphy in disbelief.

"Huh?"

——

"So that's why Sylphy has never seriously used attack magic before."

After a moment of understanding, Alan suddenly realized Sylphy had never seen attack magic.

Her father, Roald, was good with bows and arrows but knew nothing about magic. Her mother was a typical good housewife, skilled in sewing, cooking, and boiling water — but had no magic ability.

So compared to "just blowing hot water and puffing hair," Sylphy preferred learning fighting magic that could, for example, flick mud into someone's face.

That definitely sounded more powerful — perfect for a curious five-year-old in a remote village.

"Also, Roald's mother Elina Lijie was a swordsman, so it's no surprise Sylphy grew up without learning magic. And being only five years old in such a remote village, it's normal she's never seen magic before."

Alan looked at Rudy chasing Sylphy around the tree, pretending to blow magical flames on her hair, and shouted, "You should hurry up and blow on your beloved Allen's head!"

He helplessly held his forehead.

"What does 'blowing your beloved Alan's head' even mean?"

"Rudy!"

Rudy glanced back at Alan.

"Huh?"

"Stop messing around. Since she's never seen real attack magic, show her some."

Rudy grimaced.

"Why not just teach swordsmanship?"

Alan looked at Sylphy cautiously staring at him and sighed silently.

"I've observed her physical condition — she's not suitable for swordsmanship. Swordsmanship requires talent. Don't be fooled by Master Bao. Although he acts cynical, he's truly a swordsmanship genius."

Rudy was stunned.

"Is that so?"

Alan's smile faded as he realized Rudy had already reached the Saint level in magic.

"Rudy, according to Luo Qixi, your magical talent is terrifyingly high. You can cast spells without chanting and have reached the Water Saint level — not because that's your limit, but because it's the highest level she can teach."

Rudy smiled at the praise.

But the next sentence froze his smile.

"So now I'm curious — if we were at a distance, who's stronger: your magic or my swordsmanship?"

Rudy looked at Alan seriously and said, surprised,

"What are you talking about? You're my swordsmanship teacher, so obviously you're stronger."

Alan stared blankly.

"No, I mean, who is stronger between my swordsmanship and your magic?"

Rudy's face fell.

"You can fight with Dad, so of course you're stronger…"

"Do you really think so?"

Rudy opened his mouth but couldn't respond.

With his mild and non-aggressive nature, he felt helpless about the unexpected question. Even though he was named a Water Saint magician by Loki, he had never really felt powerful or fought anyone. Even if he became an adventurer, he'd avoid conflict.

"That's natural, right?"

"Use your full attack magic on me, and let Sylphy see what real attack magic looks like."

Rudy was so flustered he didn't realize Allen was talking about Sylphy, not Sylphy.

"Are you kidding me?"

The next moment, Rudy felt a cold breeze brush his face, and a blade flashing cold light appeared at his neck.

Under the sunlight, the slender blade shone like a mirror.

He saw his pale face reflected on the blade. Even though the back of the blade was at his neck, he could feel the chill from it.

He swallowed hard and looked along the blade.

Allen, who had been several meters away, was now within arm's reach.

He lowered his head, squinting, and looked directly into Rudy's stunned eyes.

"I said, treat me like an enemy — and then use your attack magic on me."

Rudy stared at Allen in disbelief, realizing he was serious.