Re:Zero -Starting Life in Zero

"Does Mr. Green have any thoughts?"

The pendant's glow slowly diffused, projecting a gentle, intellectual female silhouette into the air—it was Oud Ragnar, the World Will. The silhouette, with its warm eyes and gentle demeanor, softly added:

"I remember the world Mr. Grimm created was called the Fairy Tale World, wasn't it?"

Before Green could respond, Mimi, a cat-like orc, jumped onto the long table, wiggling her fluffy ears and speaking cheerfully:

"Grimm, I think it should be called Cookie World!"

Helpless, Green reached out, grabbed her by the back of her collar, and pulled her down, placing her back in her seat: "Go back to the gallery, you glutton."

Mimi clung to the edge of the table, her eyes sparkling as she pleaded, "Grimm's cookies are so delicious! It's Little Red Riding Hood's new cookie shop on Oak Street. Will you take me there later?"

Before she finished speaking, Emilia had already walked quickly to Green's side and gently put her arm around his.

"No, Mimi, this is the Andersen family banquet later. We can't fool around in the council hall."

Mimi, who was originally shaking her fluffy animal ears and looking forward to the sweets with bright eyes, was now waving her ears.

Upon hearing this, her ears drooped instantly, the light in her round eyes faded, and her little head hung down.

"Okay... does that mean Mimi won't get any cookies? We've been waiting so long for Little Red Riding Hood to make a new flavor..."

Seeing the little guy's distraught appearance, Emilia couldn't help but lower her eyebrows, reach out her fair hand, and gently stroke Mimi's soft fur.

"Don't worry, Mimi, you can participate too. We can put the cookies on the table as well."

Mimi suddenly raised her head, her ears instantly perked up, and her eyes regained their bright light.

"Haha, that's great!"

Looking at Mimi, who was still clinging to the edge of the table and refusing to stay still, Grimm helplessly raised his hand and softly called to the side of the table, "Rem, take this silly girl off the table."

As soon as she finished speaking, a figure dressed in an elegant long dress stepped forward. Rem's eyes crinkled with a gentle smile, and she quickly approached, gently taking the still-bouncy Mimi from Grimm's arms. With light and steady movements, she carefully carried the little beastman back to her seat in the audience, even smoothing out her wrinkled clothes. She softly instructed, "Mimi, sit still. After the meeting, Rem can go with you to the cookie shop to buy cookies."

Upon hearing this, Mimi immediately nodded obediently, placed her hands on her knees, sat up straight, and stopped making a fuss.

All eyes turned back to the council table. In the area reserved for the Astraea family, the white-haired old man Wilhelm slowly straightened his back, raised his hand in greeting, and his expression was calm and gentle.

Green spotted him immediately, softened his tone, and nodded to the old man, "Mr. Wilhelm, please speak."

Wilhelm slowly rose to his feet, his gaze sweeping over the fields of wildflowers outside the hall, a gentle light shimmering in his eyes, his voice steady and soothing:

"How about we call it a garden full of flowers? This world is full of flowers, and the scenery is gentle and beautiful. My wife has always loved this kind of scenery."

As soon as he finished speaking, Theresa sighed and rubbed her forehead, gently tugging at Wilhelm's sleeve and whispering a reproachful remark:

"Don't talk nonsense, Wilhelm. This is a whole world, not a small garden."

As the conversation ended, a burst of lighthearted laughter filled the room, and the originally serious atmosphere of the meeting became more relaxed and harmonious. Even the furious witch Minerva, who had been on edge, couldn't help but smile, and her anger subsided considerably.

Green gently stroked his chin with his fingertips, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, a knowing smile flashing in his eyes, before slowly making the decision:

"The flower-filled courtyard is too small, but the word 'courtyard' is quite apt. It embodies the warmth of all things finding their place in peace, and it also fits our orderly world, which is enveloped by the Primal Cube..."

He raised his eyes to look at all the living beings in the hall, a faint aura of demigod swirling around him, and said with a firm yet gentle tone: "How about we call it the Garden of Bamboo Groves?"

"Hakoniwa World..."

Pandora repeated those four words softly, the pendant around her neck glowing, and the phantom of Od Ragnar beside her nodded slightly, his eyes full of approval.

"A treasure chest filled with the riches of life."

Betty hugged Parker and nodded slightly: "It's barely better than 'Furry World,' so I'll go with your suggestion."

As Green listened to the crowd's approval of the world's name, a warm aura emanated from him. He stretched lazily, shedding some of the seriousness he had shown during the discussion, and waved his hand lightly:

"Now that the name of the world has been decided, it will be officially promulgated tomorrow along with the monetary rules. Meeting adjourned!"

Everyone stood up, preparing to leave together.

Theresa suddenly stood up from her seat, which belonged to the Astrea family.

He quickly raised his hand and spoke, his tone hesitant and earnest: "Please wait a moment, Lord Green!"

Green stopped and turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow slightly, and asked with a hint of doubt, "Is there anything else?"

Theresa lowered her eyes slightly, looking at Wilhelm beside her, whose temples were already streaked with gray. Her eyes were filled with tender remorse, and her voice was soft yet clear:

"Lord Grimm, I have a small request. Could you please make me a little older?"

"I am still a young girl, and I look so out of place standing next to Wilhelm. I want to be a more suitable person for him in the days to come."

Upon hearing this, Wilhelm's gaze softened even more as he looked at his wife. He gently placed his hand on the back of her hand, his eyes filled with affection and relief, and smiled slightly.

"Theresia, it's okay. Even if you always look like this, I'm already happy just to be able to watch you from afar. I don't care about these external things."

Theresa's vision went black, and she lightly punched the old man in the face.

"Shut up first, and look at yourself—doesn't it make you look like a pervert?"

Green chuckled softly, a knowing glint in his eyes, his tone firm yet relaxed:

"Why do you want to get old, Theresa? I can make the old man young again."

He paused, looked at Wilhelm, and spoke with a more solemn tone, carrying the unique certainty and tenderness of a creator god:

"Old man, I'll make up for the forty years you missed being able to stay by Theresa's side."

Since creating this miniature world and fulfilling Emilia's wish, Grimm has already broken through from his original demigod status to become a creator god.

They hold the fundamental order of the entire world and possess countless wondrous treasures within the miniature world.

As soon as he finished speaking, Green gently raised his hand, and a small glass bottle filled with a bright blue liquid flew steadily toward Wilhelm.