Re:Zero -Starting Life in Zero

He looked down at his arm, a flicker of unease and lingering fear crossing his brow, and spoke solemnly:

"As expected of Grin-kun. That feeling of being dominated by desire just now almost made me want to eat my own arm..."

He paused, then gripped the dragon sword tightly again, golden light rising from its blade once more, his tone returning to its cold, resolute tone:

"But this is the end."

Seeing this, Green felt helpless and couldn't help but mutter a complaint under his breath, his face full of frustration:

"Damn, your resistance is ridiculously high!"

Upon hearing this, Reinhard slowly raised the dragon sword in his hand, and a chilling golden light flowed slowly along the blade, reflecting the holy light surrounding him.

He lowered his gaze to the slightly trembling sword, its blade shimmering with tiny golden light. A barely perceptible hint of surprise flickered in his blue eyes as he spoke in a deep voice:

"Grimm, your growth is astonishing. In the past, the Dragon Sword would never have been drawn in front of you, but now it's overjoyed."

This statement is both an endorsement and a declaration of war.

The fact that the Dragon Sword, which never readily draws its blade against the weak, could ignite a fighting spirit in Green is enough to prove that his current strength is worthy of Green's full effort.

Green instantly withdrew his tense fighting spirit and returned to his nonchalant demeanor, shrugging his hands indifferently.

"Oh dear, being too popular is also a problem for me."

Then, he changed the subject, glancing slyly at the dragon sword in Reinhard's hand, and teased:

"By the way, is that sword yours for men or women? Are you dating someone? I happen to have a sword here that looks pretty good."

As soon as he finished speaking, a soft white light suddenly shone from Green's palm, and the dazzling light spread wildly from his palm.

In the blink of an eye, a longsword, entirely silver-white with an scabbard engraved with exquisite angel reliefs, appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The sword shimmered with a warm yet formidable aura, its presence rivaling that of Reinhard's golden dragon sword.

Greene gently placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, his gaze passing over the two men facing off, landing on Wilhelm, who was holding his lover and looked deathly still. His voice softened, carrying a hint of deep inquiry:

"Grandpa, I'm very curious, just how deep are your feelings for Senior Theresa?"

Wilhelm paused for a moment, his cloudy eyes initially filled with confusion and disorientation.

When he looked down at Theresa, whose face was blank in his arms, his eyes suddenly became deep and tender, concealing half a lifetime of obsession and longing.

He gently stroked his lover's pale, cold cheek with his fingertips, his movements as tender as if afraid of disturbing a fragile dream.

A hoarse voice, tinged with sorrow and devotion, slowly rose to the occasion:

"My Theresa..."

"You are my last faith. If your God calls you back, how dare I remain in a world without faith?"

Om-!

The moment the words left his mouth, Green's beloved sword, Chubirt, suddenly trembled violently, emitting a loud and prolonged hum.

Pure, holy white magic surged forth from the sword like a tide breaking free of shackles, permeating the entire world.

The chilling sword intent, carrying a deep affection and resolute determination that transcends time, made the surrounding stagnant air tremble.

Clang!

A cold gleam suddenly burst from its sheath!

Green suddenly exerted force with his wrist, forcefully pulling the silver-white longsword out of his hand completely, this time without any resistance.

The clear, resonant sound of the sword being drawn ripped through the silence, and the angel relief engraved on the blade shone with a luminous white light, as surging magic swirled and churned.

This precious sword, symbolizing the deepest love in the world, now radiates a fierce and intense fighting spirit that is unprecedented in the past.

Reinhard's red hair narrowed slightly, and the golden light of the dragon sword in his hand fluctuated violently.

He looked at Green, whose aura had completely transformed, and the contempt in his blue eyes finally faded, replaced by a deep solemnity.

Green gripped his sword and turned to the side, the blade pointing diagonally at the ground, white light swirling around him.