Re:Zero -Starting Life in Zero

Time flies, and two days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Bang Bang Bang!

The prison's iron gate was knocked on, and Green, who was taking a beauty nap, slowly woke up, yawning as he stood up.

"What's going on?"

The captain of the guard took out the key and opened the iron gate with a "click".

"Mr. Green, someone has vouched for you; you can be released from prison!"

Green was instantly wide awake and exclaimed with delight:

"Really? Haha, I knew Felt wouldn't forget me! For this incredible achievement, a hundred or two hundred holy gold coins wouldn't be too much to ask, would it? I'm rich, I'm rich, hahahaha!"

The captain of the guards hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "Mr. Green, the person who vouched for you is not the one you're talking about."

Green asked in confusion, "Not Ferute? Then who is it?"

The captain of the guard continued, "It's Count Roswald of the Mezas Territory, and he's arranged for a royal carriage to pick you up!"

"What?!" Green exclaimed in shock. "What the hell?! Roswaal vouched for me? We're not even acquainted!"

Could it be Emilia's request? After all, the Sword Saint certainly wouldn't take credit for it, and he would explain the reason when returning the Royal Selection Badge.

The captain of the guards was somewhat surprised. This Mr. Green was indeed no ordinary person; he even dared to insult the Earl.

Mezas Territory is a terrible place to live, extremely dangerous. Not to mention the ghosts, the most infuriating thing is Roswaal, the traitor within the organization.

If we go to Mezas territory, wouldn't that be like jumping into a fire pit?

After thinking it over, Green said firmly, "I'm not going to that freakish territory. I'll just stay in my cell. It's fine here; I have food and drink."

The captain of the guard panicked. He couldn't let this old man stay with him any longer. The food expenses had been seriously over budget these past few days, and Green even said he wanted to eat roast suckling pig or something, which really worried him. He had never even heard of such a dish.

"Mr. Green, you will be sentenced if you don't go out!"

"Hurry up and sentence me, give me two months first. Oh, by the way, have you prepared the roast suckling pig I ordered? I'm tired of red wine, buy some beer instead. And vegetables, you know, remember to maintain a balanced diet."

After saying that, Green prepared to go back and continue his sleep.

The guard captain's face turned pale and then purple. It's easy to invite a god in, but hard to send him away. This guy is even starting to pay attention to a balanced diet in prison.

Grimm and his group didn't want to offend him, but they couldn't afford to offend Count Roswaal on the other side, since he was also the chief mage of the court.

The relative importance of each will soon become clear.

Suddenly, the captain of the guard seemed to have made a big decision.

A short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one; this is the only way!

"Very well, I will now, in my capacity as captain of the Seventh Guard of the Royal City Guard, sentence you to labor reform in the territory of Mezas!"

"What! This is abuse of power for personal gain! I'm going to sue you!"

"Brothers, quickly tie him up and put him on that dragon cart outside the prison!"

"Hey, don't come any closer! Help! Otto, why are you sleeping like a log? Ugh, I'm not going!"

……

Da da da! Da da da!

On the main road leading from the capital to the border, a high-quality dragon carriage was traveling at a steady speed.

The driver was a peach-haired girl dressed as a maid.

She was focused on driving, but the anger in her eyes was undeniable.

On the other side, Green was cautiously hugging his knees and shrinking to the edge, barely daring to speak.

In the end, it was the peach-haired maid who spoke first.

"I heard you were dressed as Lord Roswaal and kissed the Sword Saint in the street?"

"what?"

Green almost coughed up blood.

"Is this country really this good at spreading rumors?"

"You rat that tarnishes Roswaal's reputation, you should rot in prison!"

The peach-haired maid glared fiercely at Green, baring her teeth as if she might bite him at any moment.

Green felt a little guilty under Ram's gaze, but still stubbornly said, "Does his reputation need anyone to tarnish it? His little face is as black as paint..."

"Ha, you dare to say that, Mr. Possum."

Ram looked at Green, her pretty face icy cold.

Green sensed something was wrong, swallowed hard, and said, "Paint... especially his face, he's very handsome, has great taste in clothes, and knows how to do makeup. He's a perfect man."

"Hmph, just a mere field mouse."

Ram rolled his eyes at Green, then turned back to focus on driving.

You're the field mouse!

Green whispered to himself.

This sharp-tongued brat could poison himself with a single spit; his only redeeming quality so far seems to be his decent looks.

She has pink eyes and peach-colored lips, her hair is short and reaches her neck, her bangs cover her left eye, her hair parting is different from ordinary people, and she wears floral decorations on the ends of her hair.

She wore a black apron-style maid outfit with a white hat veil on her head. The maid outfit was specially modified to reveal her slender shoulders and showcase the curves of the young girl's body.

If I remember correctly, this little devil is only 17 years old, 154 cm tall, and what are her measurements again?

"Um?"

Ram seemed to have noticed someone's movement.

"You wretched fruit fly, your gaze is about to set Ram's clothes on fire!"

"You've demoted me from Rodentia to Coleoptera? Ram, your personality is even worse than I expected..."

Green's chest heaved violently; he was almost at his breaking point. He thought he should quietly give her a good whack and then drive away.

From an outsider's perspective, Ram's sharp tongue is witty and endearing, but if you were actually the one being scolded, your anger would build up quite quickly.

"Guys living in slums probably rarely see a woman as lovely as Ram. Ram will take pity on you and add some material to your humble dreams."

Ram stiffly raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes narrowing like a cunning fox.

It looks like a mockery no matter how you look at it!

It seems her goal is to infuriate Green.

Unfortunately, the Snow Queen's power is more supportive than combat-oriented; otherwise, Grimm would have loved to teach Ram a lesson.

"Is this how you, as a maid of the Mezas family, treat Roswaal's guests?"

"Hahaha, even Ram couldn't help but laugh out loud. Mr. Prisoner, it seems you still haven't realized your place."

Ram laughed as if he had heard the most interesting thing in the world, his body trembling slightly.

"Wait a minute, Ram. Wasn't Roswaal supposed to vouch for me? At the very least, he should have given me the status of a diner!"

"That's really the mindset of a parasite. But Ram did get your sentence from the guards. Let me see it. Grin Andersen, illegally trespassing in the capital, inciting the masses and creating panic... sentenced to three years of hard labor on the border."

After saying that, Ram took out a scroll from his pocket, waved it in front of Green, and began to read it with a gloating expression.

Green reached out to grab it, but Ram reacted quickly and put the document away.

"Ugh, that damned guard!"

Green was getting a little crazy. He vowed to buy a pair of pointed boots and then kick that captain of the guard in the ass!

Just as the two were arguing over the court documents in the car, danger suddenly struck.

Ugh!

A melodious, sharp whistle rang out, breaking the silence of the night like an air raid siren.

A huge black shadow loomed over, gradually swallowing up the moonlight.