Mushoku Tensei: the Apostle of God

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Allen's expression briefly clouded with confusion.

"Ariel? Standing near you? Really?"

"Yes."

"That happened? Well, Ariel does love mingling in noble social circles, but why would she attend some swordsman's award ceremony? For a minor dojo rank? Are you messing with me to make me think she's a natural ally?"

Isolte blinked her dark eyes, staring straight at Allen's face before letting out a slightly troubled smile.

"Grandmother was usually too busy, so my elder brother handled most dojo affairs. But when you were seven, that was the only time in years she personally hosted an awards banquet."

"Who wouldn't attend?"

As she spoke, the inn's steps came into view.

Under the moonlight, the three figures cast long shadows—Sylphiette and Isolte leaning slightly forward toward Allen, their silhouettes overlapping.

Strangely, none of them made a move to return inside.

The pale moonlight pooled silently at their feet.

"Did you forget, Senior Brother?" Isolte started, then noticed Sylphiette staring blankly at her chest. She paused briefly before adjusting her grip on her sheathed sword, about to straighten up—

Just then, a voice cut through the night, scattering the moonlight like shattered glass.

"Honestly, I don't remember… Hmm."

"You were near the left pillar. Next to… uh, was it Dantoris?"

Isolte froze. The moonlight flickered in her pupils.

Though the night sky held only a full moon, her eyes curved into crescent slits.

"No. There was no one beside me. But Princess Ariel was just a few steps away."

"Hah?"

Allen frowned, racking his brain before giving up entirely.

"Too many people."

The banquet had been crowded, but Allen hadn't paid attention. That was the night he first realized his actions as a reincarnator were causing massive ripples. Standing in that crowd, his expression had been downright foul.

Because that "awards ceremony" was anything but celebratory. Damn James—

"C-can you tell me more?" Sylphiette glanced between Allen and Isolte, curiosity finally bubbling over.

Isolte smiled, her mood seemingly brighter.

"Remember what I mentioned before bed? About the 'main dojo' and 'branch dojo'? It might bore you since you're not a swordsman, but would you like to hear?"

"Yes!"

Allen: "??? Wait, why were you talking about this before bed?"

The two girls ignored him entirely, chatting animatedly in front of him—like popular girls in class excluding the awkward loner.

"After a year of training, Senior Brother became branch dojo chief in a single day."

"Wow!"

Allen: "It was a tactical endurance match! I had to conserve stamina—"

"And he has excellent stamina."

"St-st-st-stamina?! Y-yeah, I guess he does…"

Allen: "??? Who said that?! Wait—also?!"

"I-I mean! Before! Not last night! Anyway! What about the banquet? Why was the princess there?!"

Isolte chuckled. "Because no one had ever brute-forced their way to the top like that, at that age. The branch dojo had many noble students. Overnight, Senior Brother became famous in Asura's Water God circles."

"Sounds like Allen."

Allen: "?? What's that supposed to mean?"

"So James, his nominal father, even visited Grandmother, offering funds to renovate the dojo in exchange for a public ceremony honoring Allen."

"Since Senior Brother had made history, and Grandmother had privately trained him for two years, she agreed—both to recognize him and motivate other students."

"Ohhh…"

"Yes. That was the intention."

Allen: "Hello? Still here?"

"Then what?"

"Then, by the day of the ceremony… things had warped."

"Back then, I didn't question why so many non-swordsmen in formal attire had come. I was just happy for Senior Brother."

"But he looked disgusted, glaring at his 'father.' They didn't speak once. After that day, he moved into the dojo full-time."

"Yet James spun the event into a high-society gathering. Even major figures attended."

"Know how many people came?"

"How many?"

"1,721. All in full dress."

"That many?!"

"Yes. It became a noble networking event. Senior Brother spent the whole night glaring murder at James. That's when I realized their relationship was… strained."

"Ah… No wonder Allen disliked Lord Phillip and Sauros at first…"

Allen watched the black-and-white heads chattering in front of him, baffled.

Is this… how women are?

After confirming he had zero chance to interject, he sighed and gazed at the moon.

"That night, so many noble girls tried approaching Allen. His scowl scared them all off." (⌒▽⌒)

"R-really?!" (＃ﾟДﾟ)

As Isolte and Sylphiette chattered, Allen's lips curled slightly.

My own "Mushoku Tensei." The anchors tying me to this world…

They keep multiplying.

How lucky.

Moonlight bathed his eyes—

Then, a flicker of uncertainty surfaced in his gaze.

I am lucky. And this scene should feel warm…

But.

Something feels… off.

I can't relax. Can't let my guard down…

Am I imagining it?

The impromptu "fan club meeting" eventually wound down. After lingering outside, the trio sheepishly agreed to catch some sleep.

The inn door creaked open. Allen eyed the two nightgown-clad girls, then flicked his wrist—using the Water God's secret technique to reposition the "Closed" sign through the gap before shutting the door.

The roof swallowed the moonlight.

Isolte and Sylphiette kept whispering, reluctant to part.

"So… is Allen choosing Princess Ariel?"

"I think she's his best option."

"B-but is she really that beautiful…?"

Isolte's steps faltered.

The moonlight—and Allen's inadvertent comment earlier—had lifted her spirits.

But stepping into the darkened inn, reality came crashing back.

The shift in atmosphere. The unspoken implications. A girl's tender worries.

All of it dragged her into the "present."

She studied Sylphiette's conflicted expression in the shadows.

After a silent moment, she offered a self-deprecating smile and a breezy reply.

"She is. But you needn't worry, Sylphiette."

"Wha—?! I-I wasn't—!"

As they hesitated, Allen—chin in hand—brushed past them, his voice floating back.

"Don't overthink it. I've no interest in Asuran politics. This trip is just to claim what's mine."

Isolte blinked.

"But Senior Brother… Your earlier goal required reaching the top to enact change. And Lord Phillip and Sauros clearly expect… Not to mention House Boreas' future—"

Allen waved her off.

"House Boreas is their concern. As for my goals? They're distant. Power might factor in, but not now. Don't overanalyze. For this trip, just watch and…"

"Relax."

"That's all I want."

Sylphiette nodded, relieved. She trusted Allen's judgment in such matters. "Okay."

The "Asura's #1 Beauty" title was intimidating, after all.

She moved to follow—then noticed Isolte had stopped.

Sylphiette turned, puzzled.

In the darkness, Isolte stood motionless.

Sylphiette couldn't see her face clearly, but—whether from sleep deprivation or intuition—

She sensed the shadows around Isolte twisting, as if stirred by some emotion.

A blink later, the impression vanished.

Isolte simply stood there, gazing at the figure just steps ahead—

Close enough to catch.

"Isolte?"

"…It's nothing."

Allen was already down the hall.

By daylight, the inn's corridor was short. Now, despite his Water God senses mapping every detail, the path felt endless.

And—since shaking off the earlier "cheating scandal" panic—a nagging thought burned in his mind.

Like he'd overlooked something critical.

Allen frowned, mentally replaying the night's events.

One fact he'd deliberately ignored:

The system was back online.

Beneath tonight's killings, he'd been testing the waters post-Buena Village.

First, using Persuasion to confirm the system's return.

Second, fighting North God with North God techniques, baiting a response.

It worked.

The system updated his swordsmanship rankings.

Seemed normal.

On the surface, it hadn't noticed his Buena Village scheme.

Good.

Good.

Should be.

Should—

Allen froze.

No.

Even if Hitogami missed my trap, I did alter the Teleport Incident's outcome for Paul's family right under his nose.

Since teleportation is random, changing their pre-teleport actions must have shifted the results.

The system knows this.

Would it just… watch?

If it acts, how?

Apostles.

Hitogami's apostles.

Through dreams.

Influencing his apostles to "adjust" things.

Manufacturing "coincidences" that seem natural now but breed disaster later.

Dreams.

Coincidences.

Changes.

A chill crept up Allen's spine as memories flashed.

Darkness licked at his vision. Cold slithered through his sight.

His mind reeled. The hallway seemed to warp.

He heard himself swallow—loudly—before slowly turning.

Isolte and Sylphiette stood facing each other.

"Isolte. Sylphiette."

Two pairs of eyes—one dark, one light—turned to him in the gloom.

Allen's throat went dry.

"Did you both…"

"Have dreams tonight? Is that why you woke up?"

A beat later—

From the darkness—

Two voices, soft and serene, merged into one identical response:

"Yes."

Not a trace of malice. Only warmth.

Yet the word sent ice through his veins.

It was late spring.

But the night wind cut like midwinter.

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