Re:Zero -Starting Life in Zero

Before he could finish speaking, Reinhard's fingers, which were gripping the Dragon Sword, tightened slightly.

Her blue eyes gleamed coldly as she stared directly at the man before her. Her tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority as she pressed for an answer:

"So, Mr. Green, what's your answer?"

The tense standoff in the air instantly reached its peak, with countless invisible hands still slowly wriggling in mid-air, and a chilling aura pressing down relentlessly.

Green's casual smile faded slightly. He dropped his feigned ignorance, looked frankly at the contemporary sword saint, and asked in return:

"Do you really have to kill your own people at this time?"

"That was just a puppet of the enemy camp." Reinhardt spoke without the slightest hesitation, his tone cold and resolute, refusing to budge an inch.

"But isn't she already bound by the old man?"

Green raised his chin, glanced at Wilhelm, who was clinging tightly to Theresa and looking disheveled, and continued to argue his point.

"Now that they've lost the ability to resist, they pose no threat whatsoever, right?"

Reinhard shook his head slightly, his red hair standing still in the stagnant wind, the belief in the Kingdom's Sword etched into his very bones:

"As the sword of the kingdom, I will never allow such an unreasonable thing to happen."

Upon hearing this, Green couldn't help but sigh softly, as if seeing through the tenderness hidden deep in his heart, and gave a helpless twitch at the corner of his mouth:

"You're really not being frank, Red-haired Knight."

He took half a step forward, his gaze clear, and pierced through Reinhard's deliberate feigned coldness with a single sentence:

"Just say it straight: the current grandmother is nothing more than a desecrated corpse, no longer a person with self-awareness who can live freely."

Your choice to defeat her without any mercy is not to eliminate the hidden danger, but simply to free her from the pain of being manipulated and exploited for so long.

Why insist on being stubborn, repeatedly forcing yourself into the role of the villain and making everyone resent you?

Green's words were like a sharp blade, precisely piercing through Reinhard's layers of cold pretense.

The intense golden light surrounding him suddenly dimmed a bit, and the fingertips gripping the dragon sword loosened slightly.

In those icy blue eyes, the coldness and determination finally faded, replaced by a faint hint of emotion.

He turned his head, a bitter and helpless smile playing on his lips, his voice so soft it was almost a sigh:

"Grimm, you're such a kind friend..."

He paused, then looked up again. The struggle in his eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a resolute determination. He nodded slightly to Green: "Please, move aside."

Green frowned slightly, still unwilling to back down, and spoke in a deep voice:

"I think we can seal Theresa away and maybe we can come up with a solution later. There's no need to kill her right now."

"it's useless."

Reinhard shook his head slightly, his tone heavy with an irreversible sense of gravity.

"What caused my grandmother to become a zombie soldier was a bizarre ritual called the Holy Requiem of the Undying King. This curse-like ritual was irreversible from the very beginning."

Green's heart sank. He wanted to say something more to persuade him, but Wilhelm's blood-curdling roar suddenly came from behind him, completely interrupting him.

Wilhelm held his beloved tightly in his arms, tears streaming down his face, soaking his dusty clothes. His voice was hoarse and broken, yet filled with a resigned despair.

"Enough! Enough, Lord Green, you've done enough... Please step aside, you can't defeat him..."

Green was silent for a few seconds, then turned to look at Wilhelm, who was emaciated and filled with despair, and sighed heavily.

"Sigh, Rhine, look at the old man's current state. Do you think he would abandon the previous Sword Saint and live on alone? If you strike him with this sword, he will definitely die first."

But Wilhelm suddenly calmed down.

He gently stroked Theresa's vacant face, his eyes filled with utmost tenderness and relief, his voice soft yet firm:

"My Theresa is finally back in my arms. To die here with her is the best ending for me."

Upon hearing this, Reinhard gripped the Dragon Sword and slowly approached step by step.

His complex gaze fell on Wilhelm, tinged with a barely perceptible sense of guilt, and he said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I will avoid you when I make my move."

Green couldn't help but raise his hand to his forehead, and said with a helpless expression, "You really know how to talk."

Just as Reinhard was about to pass by, Green suddenly turned around, reached out and firmly grabbed his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Reinhard stopped, turned his head, and looked at Grin with a hint of doubt in his blue eyes:

"Is there anything else, Mr. Green?"

Green instantly dropped all his seriousness, a carefree smile playing on his lips, his tone light yet carrying an undeniable firmness:

"I still think we should play one match first!"

Before Green could finish speaking, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from his body, his muscles tensing instantly without the slightest hesitation.

He twisted his waist sharply, his right leg whistling through the air with tremendous force, and kicked straight at Reinhard's side!

Just as the attack was about to hit, a barely perceptible wisp of holy light quietly emanated from Reinhard's body—the Evasion Protection was activated spontaneously in an instant.

This is a divine blessing unique to him; the enemy's first attack will be perfectly avoided.

Reinhard shifted his body slightly to the side, almost defying the laws of physics, and effortlessly dodged Green's powerful roundhouse kick without any extra movement.

A sharp gust of wind grazed his arm and slammed into empty air, sending dust flying and leaving a shallow crack in the ground.

Reinhard steadied himself, his red hair slightly ruffled by the gust of wind. He gazed at the fiercely determined Grin before him, his blue eyes filled with a mixture of regret and restraint, his tone calm and solemn:

"Step back, Green, I don't want to hurt you."

Upon hearing this, Green's carefree smile vanished completely, and a strange, dark glint suddenly ignited in his eyes.

His eyes suddenly shone with a deep, eerie purple light, and the air on the entire battlefield suddenly became thick and oppressive. The power of gluttony was awakened from his body and spread wildly.

"Have you had dinner, Reinhard?"

As the deep voice fell, the full power of gluttony erupted instantly.

An invisible, consuming desire invaded Reinhard's mind like a tidal wave, tearing at and bewitching his consciousness. The mind of the contemporary sword saint suddenly collapsed, falling into a blank and dazed state for a second.

In just a brief moment, Reinhard, who was blessed with countless protections, forcibly broke free from the erosion of the power, his eyes quickly regained their clarity, and he regained his composure.