Re:Zero: Starting from the Great Transformation

"I also need to go back and explain some things to my disciples."

Frazee said goodbye to everyone with a smile.

Ledal crossed his arms across his chest, looking stern and composed.

As the contemporary water god, he has a temple in the far northern continent.

That’s right, it’s the Holy Land of Swords.

The Holy Land of Sword was originally created by the Water God. It was the place where the Water God School was spread and developed. In this era when the Sword God School had not yet risen, the Holy Land of Sword was still the symbol of the Water God School.

Water God and Fire Emperor-level magician.

Looking around the world, I wonder how many people would dare to oppose such a combination.

However, their mission is to lead troops to the Demon Continent to cause trouble and attract the attention of the Demon God.

At the same time, it can also have a restraining effect on the northern and southern fronts.

The task itself was not difficult. After all, all one had to do was cause trouble, burn, kill, and loot.

However, the Demon Continent itself is an unimaginably cruel and evil place. In addition, after Laplace completed the unification, the entire Demon Continent has become like an iron plate. Once the whereabouts are exposed, it would be a fantasy to want to return to the Central Continent smoothly.

Needless to say, this trip is dangerous.

However, the two did not say much, but just silently took on the task.

Maybe after this departure, we will never see each other again.

"Should I say he's a true hero..."

Ron muttered.

This is an era of life and death, and those who can stand out in this era are naturally not mediocre people.

Even so, this will to live in the face of death is still moving.

……

After seeing everyone off, Ron and the others returned to Nicaro City.

After saying goodbye to the slightly drunk Kalman and others, Ron returned to his room.

Because of his immortality, he rarely feels tired.

He simply lay in bed, his eyes filled with images of himself since arriving in this era. For the sake of the future five hundred years from now, he wanted to salvage some worthwhile things in this era, while also gaining fame and status.

All that remains is waiting.

Waiting for the most appropriate time to come...

"Boom boom boom——"

Just as Ron's thoughts were drifting, there was a knock on the door.

Ron didn't even need to open the door to know who was standing outside, because the other person didn't hide their footsteps when they came over.

It's Migs.

"crunch-"

Ron opened the door and saw Miggs standing outside in casual clothes. She had a one-handed sword hanging from her waist and her hands on her hips. Because she was not wearing her usual armor, her white collarbone could be vaguely seen through the collar.

Her face was slightly flushed, probably because the effect of the alcohol had not yet worn off.

So-called girls are very likely to do many things that they would not dare to imagine under the influence of alcohol.

For example, knocking on a man’s door in the middle of the night.

"Aren't you asleep yet?"

Miggs nearly killed the conversation as soon as he started.

Ron was silent for a long time, and finally reached out and rubbed her head.

"We'll start executing our plan tomorrow. It's your responsibility to stay energetic. If you're fine, go back and get some rest. You're a little drunk."

As he said that, Ron was about to close the door.

However, Miggs seemed to have anticipated Ron's actions.

She stepped directly into the door and blocked the door from closing with her ankle.

"boom--"

Following a muffled sound, Migs suddenly bared his teeth, and at the same time, he did not forget to make a pitiful expression to Ron, as if he was about to cry... In short, he was just being cute.

What is this guy doing?

Aside from Qixing, Ron has never been very good at guessing what girls are thinking.

Among the many magic eyes he possessed, there was no magic eye that could enable him to read minds.

The Holy Kingdom of Milis does have a Son of God who can read minds.

But it was still more than four hundred years before her birth, so we could no longer rely on her.

"Please, can you please let me in first? I haven't said anything yet!"

"I just think you're not in a good place right now. If things continue as they are, you might wake up tomorrow morning holding your face and wailing, 'What have I done?'"

"Who said that? I'm in great shape now. I've never felt so good before."

Miggs said, already squeezing into the room without further ado.

Seeing this, Ron had no choice but to let her in.

There was nothing shameful in his room, just a change of clothes and simple furniture. Miggs walked around the room, his eyes scanning every corner like a scanner.

Ron brought her a chair, but she unexpectedly sat down on the edge of the bed.

She kicked off her shoes, revealing a pair of delicate, jade-like feet wrapped in white stockings, dangling in mid-air. Beneath her skirt, a pair of snow-white, delicate calves, like jade shoots, were slightly apart, their toes tense and raised, as if inviting someone to come over and taste them.

"What are you doing?"

Ron felt a little embarrassed.

"Your feet are sore, relax a little."

"Wouldn't it be more relaxing to go back to your room?"

"...Do you hate me that much?"

"I don't hate it, but I should have said before that I already have someone in my heart."

Ron said, then suddenly fell silent.

Of course he still liked Sarah, but his feelings were a bit too heavy for Sarah.

Just as I was thinking about it, I found that Miggs had moved his butt to the side, indicating that I should sit over there.

"Men and women are not allowed to be intimate..."

"I just want to chat with you. Why are you so wary of me? It's like I can eat you."

Miggs said this, grinning at Ron.

Ron couldn't help but smile.

"Well, if that helps ease your nerves."

He sat next to Migs, keeping a proper distance from her, and said with a smile.

"So, what do you want to talk about?"

"I want to hear you tell me about yourself."

"I?"

"Yeah, come to think of it, we've known each other for so long, yet you hardly ever talk about yourself."

"Hmm...where do I start?"

"I have a great idea."

Miggs said, moving his hips silently and moving a little closer to Ron.

"Why don't we talk about what kind of girls you like?"

Brave Chapter: 207, About the fact that my daughter is 40 years older than me

Ron's gaze shifted slightly and looked at Miggs beside him.

Because of the height difference between the two, Ron could naturally see two slightly bulging curves through the slightly open collar.

Should we say it was outrageous or premeditated?

It was not until now that Ron realized that although this guy was wearing casual clothes on the outside, he was not wearing any underwear underneath!

This guy came prepared!

Ron calmly distanced himself slightly and said half-jokingly:

"Of course I like girls like my wife, otherwise why would I get married?"

"Huh? So you're married already?"

"Ah."

Ron thought about it and decided to tell Migs some private and cruel truths in order to dispel some of her unrealistic ideas.

"In fact, we have a daughter."

"How old is your daughter? Is she older than me?"

"Of course, the last time I saw her she was almost seventy."

"Seventy years old?"

Miggs' mouth opened wide enough to fit two lightbulbs.

"But you look very young... Oh, you are an immortal demon."

"That's it."

"How old are you, brave man?"

It seemed that he noticed the age difference between the two.

Miggs' tone became slightly more respectful.

However, this question stumped Ron.

He calculated carefully and then scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Uh, around thirty?"

"..."

"Ahem, let's talk about something else."

Ron coughed dryly and decided to change the subject.

However, Miggs clearly had no intention of letting him go.

It would be better to say that she came prepared today and would not give up easily until she achieved her goal.

"You haven't answered my question yet. What kind of girl do you like? Or to put it another way, what kind of person is your wife?"

"She's... a person who dares to love and hate, with a distinct personality. She's a bit eccentric, but as she matures, she's also become more self-reflective. We've fought side by side before."

"Oh yeah, she also wears white knee-high socks."

Ron thought back to the time when he first met Sarah and the parting gift she had given him.

Although the item has been returned to its original owner, for a long time I relied on Sarah's gifts to relieve my loneliness on lonely nights. Thinking about this, I really miss the feeling of holding it in my hand...

Ron's face showed reminiscence.

"..."

Miggs glanced down at his legs, which were clad in white knee-high socks.

Ok……

No wonder I felt Ron's gaze was fixed here intentionally or unintentionally from the moment I entered the door.