Re:Zero -Starting Life in Zero

Priscilla was dressed in a gorgeous and elaborate long dress, the hem of which was stained with some dust from the battle, but it still couldn't hide her noble aura.

She put one hand on her hip, raised her chin, and looked at Green with a condescending tone.

"And what about those women? What are you going to do with them?"

Behind her, dozens of timid-looking girls slowly walked out one after another.

They were all wives who were forcibly taken from Regulus and imprisoned by his side.

The assassin girls looked on with fear and unease, huddling together and timidly observing the scene before them.

"Is that guy dead?"

"He must be dead. I saw him drown in the river."

"They deserved to die long ago!"

"So...are we free now?"

Upon hearing this, their sense of bewilderment and helplessness after regaining their freedom began to breed unease once again.

"That man... he won't become our new master, will he...?"

Emilia, with her keen ears, caught the girls' timid whispers and instantly pouted her pink lips.

Her eyes reddened slightly, and she gently tugged at Green's sleeve, her tone full of coquettishness and a hint of grievance:

"No, Green! You already have enough female companions!"

As she finished speaking, her voice gradually softened, tinged with a hint of barely perceptible shyness.

The girl lowered her head slightly, her silver hair obscuring her flushed cheeks, and muttered softly:

"With so many more people joining at once, I'll have far too little time to give you..."

Looking at the charming yet jealous girl in his arms, Green's heart softened, and he gently pulled Emilia into his embrace.

Turning to the group of girls whose faces were filled with fear and anxiety, he waved his hand, his tone serious yet slightly teasing:

"Hey, don't go around claiming me as your master, I have no intention of doing that."

He then pointed to Priscilla, who stood proudly to the side, and said with a smile:

"Why don't you go with Priscilla? Her name has 'La' in it, so maybe she's a lesbian."

Upon hearing this, Priscilla glanced haughtily at the group of anxious girls and scoffed.

"Hmph, I have absolutely no interest in these mediocre, pretty girls."

Upon hearing this, the already uneasy girls immediately lowered their eyes, their faces showing undisguised disappointment and confusion, and they huddled even closer together.

"So...where should we go?"

"The city's charities should be able to take us in..."

"It's difficult... This city is completely destroyed."

"Are we... going to become homeless?"

Just as the girls were at a loss, their eyes reddening and on the verge of tears, a loud and enthusiastic voice suddenly came from a corner of the nearby woods.

An old man with a white beard and wearing a faded priest's robe hurriedly emerged from behind the bushes, clutching a stack of crumpled leaflets.

With a kind yet eager smile on his face, he strode quickly to the front of the crowd.

He raised his hand and gestured to the girls' names, his tone full of enthusiasm: "Haha, may the forest goddess protect you! Poor and innocent children, do not be afraid!"

His gaze swept over the group of homeless girls, and the priest immediately straightened his back and loudly beckoned them:

"Children, would you like to become nuns? Our Abundant Church is recruiting!"

"We're a top 500 reputable church in the country, offering excellent benefits, including room and board. New members receive a brand-new nun's habit and can even learn healing magic!"

Green turned around abruptly and caught sight of the old priest darting out from the corner. His expression instantly became a fascinating mix of emotions. Before he could even finish uttering a "Holy crap!", he was silenced by old Simon's righteous indignation.

"Simon?!"

Green rushed over and grabbed the old man's hand, which he was about to raise as a propaganda gesture, his lips twitching.

"When did you hide there?!"

Old Simon straightened the dust off his collar, his face serious with an air of "I'm very professional," pointed to the tree trunk beside him, and replied in a strong voice:

"I've been here since you started talking about the water dragon. I was worried that the witch cultist would escape, so I stayed here alone to keep a close watch on him!"

"You've really had a tough time, old Simon, but next time you should stay a little further away, safety first." Green patted old Simon on the shoulder.

The old man nodded quickly, looking somewhat anxious.

"Alright, alright, Your Holiness, please rest!"

Old Simon straightened his rumpled robe, slapped the crumpled flyer into his palm, and instantly switched his smile from "kind priest" to "top salesman" mode, shouting in a booming voice.

"Old man, I still have some more to say—cough cough, I mean, I'm preaching! You and Lady Emilia can go and enjoy the scenery over there, I need to recruit some new people for our church..."

Green's praise caught in his throat, and as he looked at old Simon's overly practiced manner, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

He turned to look at Emilia beside him. The girl was covering her mouth, her shoulders were trembling slightly, and her silver hair was shaking slightly.

Emilia leaned on his shoulder, her voice soft as she suppressed a laugh, a hint of amusement still lingering in her eyes:

"Let's go, Green. We should go to the church to check if there are any witch cultists we've missed. Let's not stay here and bother Mr. Simon."

Old Simon's enthusiastic and energetic voice was extremely penetrating:

"Children! Our church provides food and lodging—no empty promises! Brand new nun's habit will be provided! As long as you diligently complete your church duties, you'll receive a stipend of twenty silver coins per month! Duty rewards are separate..."

"Here, take a flyer. First come, first served. The first twenty will also receive a bottle of holy water, guaranteed to wash away all your bad luck!"

……

Accompanied by old Simon's increasingly loud preaching shouts behind them, Green, holding Emilia's hand, slowly walked towards the dilapidated yet still well-maintained church not far away.

The setting sun slanted in through the stained glass, casting dappled light and shadow on the ground.

With her tense mind finally relaxed, Emilia gently stretched her arms and tilted her head back slightly.

Her silver hair cascaded down her shoulders, her delicate features relaxed, and she spoke softly to Green beside her:

"Green, you've been so busy these past few days in Watergate City. You must be exhausted."

Grimm barely stopped to deal with the mess left by the Witch Cult, and a hint of fatigue was always hidden in his eyes.

Green raised his hand and gently ruffled her soft silver hair, his expression gentle and his tone relaxed:

"It's alright, we should be able to relax for a long time now. The Witch Cult matter is finally settled."

He had completely taken control of the Witch of Greed factor, Capella was taken away by Otto for disposal, and those innocent girls also found a home.

The heavy burden on my heart was finally lifted, and even my breathing became lighter.

Emilia blinked her clear purple eyes, her gaze sweeping over the empty church altar. She walked over lightly, lifting her skirt and twirling gently.

Her pure white skirt fluttered slightly with her movements, and a faint blush inexplicably crept onto her cheeks, as if she had remembered something embarrassing.

The girl gently gripped the hem of her skirt with her fingertips and whispered:

"Grimm, I heard Rem tell me about the funny things that happened between you and her at the church."

"Your reactions are so vivid, they could be written into a sketchbook."