Re:Zero -Starting Life in Zero

Veins were faintly visible throbbing on Ram's smooth forehead.

"Could you please take your hand out of Rem's clothes before saying such things?"

"Sorry, sorry... I forgot to turn off auto-pickup."

Green quickly withdrew his hand and gave an awkward laugh.

"Let's get down to business first. Tomorrow when you're moving the villagers, be careful of a villager driving a dragon cart. He might be carrying some dangerous items, like fire magic stones."

Upon hearing this, Ram straightened his expression and listened attentively, but a mocking smile still crept onto his lips.

"Knowing so much, Ram is starting to suspect that you're the one behind it all."

"I really can foresee fragments of the future, believe me, Ram, I swear on my conscience."

That's not entirely untrue. The Snow Queen's encyclopedia does contain some simple divination spells among its inherent dark magic, although he's never actually used them.

Rem bit her lower lip lightly, silently enduring Grimm's small movements.

At this moment, her mind was still relatively clear, and she held fast to the boundary of her two hearts resonating in unison, preventing her emotions from flowing towards Ram.

With a sharp "smack," Ram raised his hand and slapped away Green's "evil hand."

"Alright, Ram will keep an eye on things. Can you shut up for a bit now?"

Green reluctantly withdrew his hand, rubbing his chin with his fingers. After a moment's hesitation, he asked with concern:

"One last thing, how's your horn healing?"

This matter needs to be confirmed. If Ram's horn has not yet recovered to a usable state, Green is still somewhat uneasy about her escorting the villagers.

Before Ram could speak, Rem suddenly raised her head.

His eyes, which had been somewhat dazed by Green's little actions, suddenly lit up with an astonishing brightness.

"Grimm, what did you just say? Is my sister's horn... healing?"

Grimm paused, looking at Ram with some surprise: "You didn't tell Rem?"

Ram took over the conversation, her tone revealing a hint of barely concealed worry:

"While your specialized blood does indeed have the miraculous effect of reviving demon horns, Ram's horns have been dormant for so many years..."

"If the final result is not satisfactory, Ram doesn't want to tell Rem, so as not to disappoint her."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ram slowly began to mobilize the wind magic within her body.

A few strands of pale blue light flowed slowly down her smooth forehead, as if gently awakening a sleeping creature.

Where there was originally only rough, calloused skin, it has long been completely covered by delicate skin, with only a small, exquisite demon horn quietly protruding from the center of the forehead.

Its size was roughly equivalent to the horn of a seven or eight-year-old demon child, with a diameter and length less than one-third that of an adult demon horn.

Rem held her breath instantly, her eyes widening in shock.

Rem's breath caught in her throat, her clear eyes widened, her gaze fixed on Ram's horns, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "Sister... your horns... really grew!"

"Um……"

Green stroked his chin, the worry between his brows still evident.

"With your newly sprouted 'Doritos,' do you really think you can handle those lunatics from the Witch Cult?"

Ram gave a haughty "humph," raising her chin slightly, her tone filled with undeniable confidence.

"Ram can now enter demon form for short periods of time, which is more than enough to deal with a few rabble cultists."

"This is wonderful... Sister."

Rem's voice trembled violently, and her eyes welled up with tears, which rolled down her cheeks in the blink of an eye.

Rem thought... she'd never have the chance to see her sister's horns grow back...

Grimm hurriedly grabbed his sleeve and carefully rubbed it against Rem's cheek, his movements as gentle as if he were afraid of breaking something fragile.

"Alright, alright, it's good that Ram's horns have recovered."

Ram softened his expression, reaching out to gently embrace Rem, stroking her hair softly again and again, just like when they were children, his tone tinged with a helpless yet doting affection:

"Yoshi yoshi, Rem, you're a grown-up now, you can't cry so easily."

As Ram pressed closer, Green's other hand was caught between the two embracing sisters.

The faint fragrance emanating from the girls, mixed with their body heat, felt like being placed inside a warm little stove.

He was finally free when Rem turned around and snuggled into his arms.

"Mr. Green, I really don't know how to thank you enough."

Upon hearing this, Ram glanced at Green and mercilessly exposed him: "Rem, don't say things like that to him so easily, or he might make some outrageous and lewd demands."

Green immediately raised his voice, feigning innocence as he protested, "Hey, Ram, your prejudice is way too deep! Do I look like the kind of person who would take advantage of someone's kindness?"

"Then why don't you just say it?" Ram raised an eyebrow and asked back.

"Tch, do I need to tell you about what's between Rem and me?"

Green retorted smugly to Ram, then leaned down, grinned mischievously, and whispered something in Rem's ear.

Bold and ambiguous words, carrying a warm breath, gently brushed against Rem's earlobe.

The girl's ear tips instantly flushed a thin layer of red, and the blush spread at a visible speed, causing the temperature of her cheeks to rise steadily.

Rem pursed her burning lower lip, nodded gently, and said in a voice barely audible, "Okay, Grin-kun... Rem will do her best."

Ram strained his ears, but still couldn't make out what Green said.

Judging from Rem's embarrassed expression, it's obvious that it wasn't something nice.

Of course, this "badness" is from her perspective. Because of her innate ability to have two hearts in sync, she will definitely suffer along with them.

With Rem's consent, Grimm contentedly moved to a more comfortable position, embracing her like an octopus.

After reviewing the available information, he was also unsure of what Ram could achieve in his early stages.

After thinking it over, Green took a small, dark brown bean out of his pocket and handed it to Ram, saying proudly:

"Ram, here's a treasure for you, so we can have some peace of mind tomorrow."

"What use is a bean covered in scratches?"

Ram took it with a suspicious look on his face, twirling the rough bean between his fingertips and examining it carefully in the moonlight streaming in from the window.

Green patiently explained, "These are called magic beans. They are an extremely terrifying magical plant. If you encounter someone you can't beat, just put some saliva on the magic bean and throw it at the enemy."

Ram frowned and bluntly retorted, "No wonder it's something from a lewd person; even the way it's used is disgusting."