Re:Zero -Starting Life in Zero

As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer, and a delicate blush rose to the tips of her ears.

A faint smile played in her purple eyes, tinged with a hint of curiosity. She secretly glanced at Green, wondering how he would react.

When Rem told her about this past event, her tone was full of tenderness, which made her feel a little more tender about that time she had not participated in.

As I say this now, a slight pang of jealousy stirs within me, yet I am also filled with a deep dependence on Green.

Upon hearing this, Green was taken aback at first, then recalled the funny misunderstanding that happened with Rem in the church, and couldn't help but chuckle.

He walked to the edge of the altar, gently put his arm around Emilia's waist, and brought her to his side.

"Why does Rem tell everyone everything? Ria, are you jealous?"

Emilia leaned gently on Grin's shoulder, her silver hair brushing against his neck, carrying a faint, delicate fragrance.

She closed her eyes, her tone soft yet earnest, without a trace of pretense:

"No, Rem, Ram, and Betty are all my companions. Being with everyone makes me feel very happy."

Seeing Emilia's shy yet curious expression, Grimm's heart softened. He gently pinched her reddened earlobe with his fingertips and spoke in an exceptionally gentle voice.

"Just companions? I thought we were family."

Emilia's cheeks burned even hotter at his blunt words. She snuggled closer to him, her hands gently clutching his collar, her soft voice tinged with shyness as she murmured:

"Green... family? I need to discuss this with Parker... Let's tell it together when Parker wakes up."

Upon hearing this, Green immediately shook his head, feigning displeasure.

His arms tightened slightly around Emilia's waist, with a touch of childlike stubbornness. He leaned down and whispered a countdown in her ear:

"No, no, Leah, please think about it for ten seconds, okay? Ten, nine, eight..."

A warm breath brushed against her earlobe, and Emilia trembled slightly, her cheeks burning as if they were on fire.

Her eyes were misty with tears, filled with panic and shyness. She clutched Green's clothes tightly, muttering helplessly to herself:

"Huh? What's going on...?"

Green continued counting down, his pace slow but relentless, his clear eyes full of amusement.

"Seven, six, five, four, three, two..."

As he was about to count to one, Emilia's heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, she quickly nodded.

Her soft, sweet voice carried a hint of resigned coquettishness as she whispered, "Alright, alright... I promise you. I just can't do anything with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a smile burst forth in Green's eyes, full of triumphant tenderness.

He lowered his head and, without hesitation, placed a gentle yet solemn kiss on Emilia's flushed forehead, his tone both satisfied and slightly coquettish:

"Haha, Lia, you're spoiling me rotten."

Emilia listened to Grimm's coquettish words, and the flush on her cheeks subsided slightly.

Instead, she raised her chin, revealing a section of her fair and slender neck, a hint of smugness in her eyes, and a touch of arrogance in her voice.

"Hmph, I'm over a hundred years old, it's okay for me to give in to you occasionally."

She deliberately puffed out her chest, her silver hair cascading down her shoulders, her purple eyes sparkling. Although she was trying to appear mature, she still exuded the unique charm of a young girl.

Grimm was touched by Emilia's slightly arrogant demeanor.

The arm around her waist suddenly tightened, lifting her steadily horizontally and gently spinning her around in the sun-drenched church.

The pure white skirt billowed in the wind, like a blooming fairy flower.

Emilia gasped, instinctively reaching out to wrap her arms around his neck, her cheeks flushing again, her purple eyes filled with a mixture of panic and sweetness.

Green looked down at the person in his arms, his smile bright and his tone full of doting affection and admiration:

"My sister's girlfriend is amazing! Let's get married today, Lia."

"Green! Put me down, stop fooling around!"

Emilia buried herself in his arms shyly, her voice soft and coquettish, her hands gently clutching his clothes, yet unwilling to actually break free.

Just as the two were immersed in the sweet atmosphere, a small red-haired head timidly peeked out from behind the wooden door of the church.

Ariel gripped the doorframe, her wet red hair still glistening with water droplets, and suddenly spoke up, asking loudly:

"My Lord Apostle, are you going to propose?"

Upon hearing this, Grimm stopped spinning, but still held Emilia firmly in his arms. He turned to look at the red-haired girl at the door, raised an eyebrow as if to be serious, and spoke with a hint of teasing:

"Ariel, eavesdropping is not a good thing, you know. You haven't been corrupted by old Simon, have you?"

"No way! I haven't gone astray!"

Ariel quickly shook her head vigorously, loosened her grip on the door frame, and ran to the two of them.

Her wet red hair swayed with her movements, and she looked anxiously trying to explain, afraid that Green would misunderstand.

The little girl spread her hands out.

Two pearl rings, each with a lustrous, warm, sea-blue sheen, lay quietly in my palm. The pearls were translucent and clear, radiating a soft glow; they were clearly not ordinary objects.

Ariel held the ring high and presented it to Green, her eyes innocent and earnest, her voice clear and sincere.

"My lord, these wedding rings are treasures of our mermaid race. They are pearl rings that have been soaked in the Fountain of Youth. I am giving them to you, hoping that my lord and Lady Emilia will be happy forever."

Looking at the aquamarine pearl ring filled with heartfelt sentiment, and then at Ariel's sincere expression, Grimm felt a warmth in his heart.

Emilia, nestled in his arms, also lifted her flushed cheeks, her purple eyes gazing at the ring with emotion and surprise, and tiny tears welling up in her eyes.

Emilia looked at the pair of pearl rings that shimmered with a soft, sea-blue light, and her heart suddenly pounded wildly, a blush instantly spreading from her cheeks to behind her ears.

She subconsciously lowered her head slowly, her long silver hair obscuring her eyebrows and eyes, her fingertips nervously gripping Green's collar.

She quickly rehearsed in her mind how she should respond when Green proposed, whether she should nod immediately or be a little shy.

The girl's eyes were brimming with tears, her heart filled with trepidation and anticipation for the happiness that was about to arrive.

She kept her head down, waiting nervously for a long time, but the expected words of proposal and the gesture of kneeling on one knee did not appear.

There was only quiet air around me, and I could even faintly hear the wind blowing from the riverbank outside the window.

A hint of unease crept into Emilia's heart as she furrowed her brows and cautiously raised her head.

Just as he was about to speak, he met Green's smiling eyes.

His eyes were filled with doting affection and slyness, a gentle, mischievous smile playing on his lips. He looked down at the girl in his arms and deliberately spoke slowly:

"Lia, what are you waiting for? Why haven't you proposed to me yet?"

Emilia froze on the spot, completely stunned. She instinctively opened her mouth, her soft voice filled with utter bewilderment:

"Huh? Me, shall I do it?"