Re:Zero: Starting from the Great Transformation

Then again, does this really need a strategy?

I feel like I can get an A directly.

To be on the safe side, Miggs whispered again:

"Come to think of it, you've always claimed to be from the future. I guess you're not lying, right?"

"of course not."

Ron answered decisively.

"I crossed the river of time to change the ominous future and chose this era in the long history. This is absolutely true. However, I cannot tell you how I did it."

"Hmm... So, you and your wife don't know each other at all yet?"

"Specifically, she wasn't even born yet."

"So when was she born?"

Migs asked, blinking.

Ron rubbed his chin and calculated.

"It will take about another four hundred years."

"..."

Miggs couldn't help it.

What the hell can I endure?

Thinking of this, she pounced on Ron like a hungry tiger, intending to execute him on the spot.

However, just when she was about to pin Ron down, Ron seemed to have guessed her move long ago and dodged away, leaving Miggs empty-handed.

Looking at Miggs lying on the bed with a puffed-up look on his face, Ron couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"why?"

Miggs clenched the sheets in his hands and gritted his teeth.

"Because of your wife? But I didn't even live to see her born! I can't accept being rejected for such a reason!"

Ron rubbed Migs' head helplessly.

In the latter's dissatisfied gaze, he smiled and said:

"I don't belong to this era, and I have things I have to do. So I can't make any promises, and I won't make promises to anyone. Don't keep your eyes on me, you deserve someone better."

"But!"

Miggs was unwilling to give in. Such a reason could not convince her.

Since she came prepared today, she had sufficient reasons to support such behavior.

Among the countless reasons, the most important one is:

"I, I don't want to die as a virgin!"

"..."

"I'm about to be thrown into a battle where I could die at any moment, facing enemies dozens or even hundreds of times more powerful than me. Even so, I have no complaints. After all, I had already made up my mind when I entered this war. But when I think about it, I'm going to die before I even get to know what it's like to be a man. I don't want that!"

Miggs shouted, and took advantage of Ron's distraction to get close to him.

"So I thought, at least I should get a taste of what it's like to be a man first, so that even if I die suddenly I won't have any regrets!"

"Now, do it, do it now!"

"Don't worry too much. You might die in a few days anyway, so it doesn't matter if you get pregnant or something!"

"If you reject me, then I'll find someone else. I don't want to die as a virgin. That would be such a failure for me as a woman!"

"So just consider it a favor? Come on!"

Migs's lithe body wrapped around Ron.

He kept talking incessantly, saying things that made people's blood boil.

"..."

Ron placed his palm on Migs' forehead and, as she stared in astonishment, pushed her away a little.

He vaguely sensed what Miggs was thinking.

--disturbed.

Feeling uneasy about the upcoming crisis-ridden battle plan.

The stronger one's individual strength, the more one realizes that individual power has a limited impact on the overall war situation. He felt uneasy about whether he could survive.

So I want to eliminate my regrets before that moment comes.

This way.

You will not hesitate at the critical moment of life and death.

So Ron looked into the girl's clear eyes and said seriously:

"I, Ron, swear here - I will make sure you survive this war. No matter how many enemies we face or how powerful they are, I will never lie and will keep my word."

"..."

Miggs stared at Ron, who had a solemn expression.

Never before had her heart been beating so strongly as it was now, as if it was about to jump out of her throat to let the man in front of her see how bright red it was.

Ron patted Miggs on the shoulder.

"Go back to sleep, and have a sweet dream."

"……Um."

Miggs nodded obediently, stood up and walked towards the door.

However, just when Ron thought she would leave obediently, he found that Miggs had locked the door! Then he turned around and pounced on him with his teeth bared.

By the time Ron reacted.

He had been tackled to the bed by Miggs.

Looking at the girl in front of him, who was completely in a state of excitement, with shining eyes, touching him all over.

Ron knew that today's matter could not be resolved so easily.

But even so, there is something I have to say first.

“…Socks, no need to take them off.”

Brave Chapter: 208, Promise and Invitation

Early the next morning.

Ron and Migs walked out of the room together.

Thanks to Ron, Migs slept very well last night. He slept until dawn and looked radiant. He did not feel the tension and discomfort that one would feel when facing a powerful enemy. He was in a very happy mood.

If there was anything wrong, it was just that his walking posture was a little more awkward than usual.

"Miggs, I think it would be best to find someone who knows healing magic..."

"Oh, it's okay, don't underestimate me!"

"I don't think so..."

Looking at Miggs's indifferent expression, Ron was a little amused.

Maybe it was because I hadn't done it for a long time, so I accidentally used too much force.

Plus, it was because I had been drinking before.

After doing this a few times, Miggs fainted from exhaustion.

But there's nothing wrong with this.

If that could alleviate Miggs's uneasiness.

"When do you plan to leave?"

Miggs smoothed the ends of his hair from his forehead and asked casually.

"After dinner, I'll say goodbye to Kalman and your brother, and then I'll go out..."

Ron was speaking when he suddenly stopped.

Miggs followed Ron's gaze and looked forward, only to meet the eyes of Gmis who had just walked out of the room.

The latter frowned as he looked at the two people walking side by side, behaving much more intimately than usual. With his understanding of Miggs, seeing their posture, how could he not guess what happened between them?

Even so, he still felt quite complicated.

"Can you spare a moment of your time, Ron?"

"Of course not!"

Miggs stepped directly in front of Ron.

She put her hands on her waist and stuck out her tongue at Germis.

"Ron is mine until he leaves! I won't allow you to do anything weird to him!"

The corner of Germiston's mouth twitched. What does it mean that girls cannot be kept when they grow up?

We've only just started to show our support for outsiders?

"Miggs, stop messing around..."

"You think I'm kidding?"

Miggs put his hands on his waist, looking arrogant, like a big white goose with high fighting spirit.

"Miggs."

Ron placed his hand gently on Migs' shoulder and smiled.

"It's okay, just a few words."

"Oh……"

Miggs nodded obediently and then made way.

Seeing this scene, Gemis was so angry that he didn't know what to say. He couldn't fight, so he could only glare at Miggs unhappily, and then left with Ron.

The two came to a secluded corner.

Along the way, Gemis made a lot of mental preparations, thinking about what attitude he should take on this matter. But in the end, when he saw Ron's usual smile, all the drafts he had prepared were wasted, and in the end he could only sigh in vain.

"So, what is your relationship now?"

"Well……"

Ron rubbed his chin in thought.

What's the relationship?

First of all, they couldn't be considered in a relationship. Although they had slept together, it was just one night at best. To treat each other as a life partner at this level was a bit too frivolous... And after all, Ron didn't have the kind of admiration for Miggs that a lover would have.

I just simply like this kid more.

So, if I have to say...

"It's a friend."

"friend?"

Gemis was stunned for a moment, and then his anger burned from his chest to his throat.

He grabbed Ron's collar and said through gritted teeth:

"Are you going to be irresponsible?"

"you misunderstood."

Ron's expression remained unchanged. He certainly had his reasons for saying that.

"Neither Migs nor I considered each other as a relationship partner. We just met by chance and got what we needed. Even if I said I wanted to take responsibility, but Migs didn't have that intention, how could I talk about it?"