Re:Zero -Starting Life in Zero

Many people who have a blood feud with the white whale are flocking to this side.

But they did not overstep their bounds, quietly waiting for Wilhelm to vent first.

With a clang, the longsword was drawn, its cold light piercing the night.

"Dedicated to my wife, Theresia van Astreya."

"what!"

The old man raised his longsword high, his wrinkled arms bulging with veins, and with the force of a thunderbolt, he slammed it down heavily onto the gradually cooling body of the white whale.

Sword after sword.

Dull, thudding sounds echoed across the wilderness as the beluga whale's murky, foul-smelling blood gushed out, staining the old man's robes and splashing onto his snow-white hair.

The people around watched silently; no one spoke or stepped forward.

Those who had a blood feud with the beluga whales, some with reddened eyes, some with clenched fists, let their tears fall silently.

Wilhelm only slowly stopped chopping when his arm trembled slightly and the blade chipped a little.

The old man, leaning on the blade of his sword to support his swaying body, gazed at the beluga whale's mangled remains, and said in a hoarse voice with a hint of relief, "It's over, Theresa... I love you..."

In a daze, it felt as if I had returned to decades ago.

Back then, he was a shy young man when his bright and cheerful wife cornered him at the entrance of the training field, blushing as she forced him to say those three words.

He would always timidly turn his head away and make up nonsense about how nice the weather was or how much his swordsmanship had improved.

Or he would scramble into the weapons rack in the training ground, letting Theresia's cheerful laughter follow him, calling his name again and again.

Now, the confession, half a lifetime too late, can no longer reach the ears of the beloved.

Humans cannot develop feelings for a mound of earth until they build one themselves.

But even the body of his beloved Theresa could not be found.

The forlorn old man carefully wiped the bloodstains off the sword with a handkerchief.

Once the grief on his face had completely faded and he had regained his usual calm demeanor, he leaned on his sword and slowly walked away, step by step.

"Now it's finally my turn!"

A soldier suddenly rushed out of the crowd, gripping his spear tightly.

He gritted his teeth and charged toward the beluga whale's carcass, the tip of his spear plunging deep into its cold flesh.

"And me!"

"Damn beluga whale!"

……

More and more people gathered around, looking like they were about to chop the beluga whale into mincemeat.

"Kill it!"

"Isn't it dead?"

"Kill it again!"

"I want revenge!"

……

On the other side, Green was strolling through a field of golden flowers.

Judging from the scale of the bleeding, one could tell how much blood had been lost, which made Green's heart pound.

"I definitely need to take good care of myself when I get back."

Rem, who was following behind him, looked up as if she had seen something, and quickly moved closer to Grin, gently reminding him, "Grin-kun, Emilia-sama is here."

Green followed the sound and indeed saw a lovely silver-haired girl standing far away at the edge of the flower field, quietly watching him with her hands behind her back.

Her pale purple skirt draped gently over the flowers, making her look as pure and clean as a moonlight fairy untouched by the dust of the world.

Green sat down and waved to Emilia.

"Lia, what are you standing there for? Come here, the flowers here are so soft and comfortable to sit on."

Emilia seemed a little hesitant. She tiptoed slightly, carefully avoiding the golden flowers blooming at her feet.

Step by step, very slowly, I approached Green, afraid of accidentally stepping on any of the flowers.

Seeing this, Green chuckled helplessly: "Lia, aren't you being a little too kind? Just step on them without hesitation. These flowers all grew by sucking my blood."

The girl seemed not to hear him, her eyes still lowered, carefully placing her feet where there was space, finally stopping half a step in front of Green.

Before Green could speak, Emilia took out a clean handkerchief from her sleeve, gently squatted down, and carefully wiped the stains off Green's cheek.

Although there were no wounds, Emilia knew that her knights must have had a tough time in this battle against the white whale.

After doing all this, Emilia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's why your flesh and blood are buried deep where the flowers bloom; how can I trample on them so easily?"

"Um?"

Rem glanced at Emilia in surprise, a fleeting look of regret at her "mistake" flashing across her eyes.

She subtly moved her small feet and gently pushed the few flowers that she had accidentally stepped on into the depths of the grass.

Damn it, Emilia-sama is so skilled!

Grimm was momentarily stunned; Emilia before him looked so pure and holy.

"Lia is so kind. I was thinking of taking this opportunity to say something cool and act all relaxed."

Emilia smiled slightly at his words, reached out and gently stroked Green's head, smoothing his slightly messy hair.

"You must be very tired, Green."

The voice was as soft as a feather brushing against the tip of the heart.

"call--"

Grimm felt as if all his strength had been drained away. He let out a long sigh and leaned weakly against Emilia's abdomen, feeling its soft warmth.

"I am a little tired."

He responded listlessly, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of weariness.

Emilia nodded, a knowing look on her face.

She knelt down sideways in the flower bushes, smoothing out her skirt, and said softly, "Lean on me and rest for a while."

As she spoke, Emilia put her arm around Green's shoulder and slowly helped him lie down, placing his head steadily on her soft lap pillow.

Silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, brushing against Green's cheeks, carrying a faint fragrance.

Emilia looked down at him, her voice as soft as a night breeze: "Get some sleep, my lord. Now it's the princess's turn to watch over you."

Woman, you're damn sweet.

Grimm swallowed hard and guiltily shifted his gaze to Rem.

Rem met Grimm's gaze, playfully stuck out her tongue, and then squatted down to tidy up the flowers she had just trampled, humming an unknown tune as she did so, seemingly in a very good mood.

Green slowly closed his eyes and muttered, "You incompetent wife, stop pretending to work!"

……

As night deepened, the golden sea of ​​flowers swayed gently in the moonlight, softly enveloping the three figures in this tranquil scene.

Looking at Green's harmless sleeping face, Emilia frowned with some worry.

"Green, the white whale has been defeated now. Should we retreat? Your plan is far too dangerous."

Green forced open his sleepy eyes and reassured her, "We can't avoid Leah, but now that we have the assistance of two factions, this is the best opportunity."

Emilia sighed softly, her tone tinged with melancholy.

"If I weren't a half-elf, those guys wouldn't have bothered with me, right?"

Grin sat up abruptly, and with a troubled expression, gently tapped Emilia's head with his palm.

"Hey, Green, what are you doing?"

"You keep saying things like that, you're practically becoming some kind of otherworldly Xianglin's Wife."

"Green is saying things that no one can understand again."

Emilia covered her head, her eyes filled with grievance.

Green stood up, supporting himself on his knees, and dusted himself off.

"Then I'll say something you can understand. If another girl were to be ostracized and isolated because of her bloodline, or even framed and murdered, would you save her?"

Emilia paused, a faint look of confusion appearing in her amethyst-like eyes, which were then filled with a firm, gentle light.

"Of course," she said softly, but each word was clear, "no matter who she is, she shouldn't be treated like that."

Green smiled and reached out to ruffle her soft silver hair.

"So why don't you save yourself now? Or have you become so domineering that you won't allow others to be kind?"