Re:Zero -Starting Life in Zero

The bottle shimmers with a gentle, life-giving light, and the spring water inside sparkles with tiny starlight, radiating a rich vitality.

"Grandpa, this is the treasure of the merfolk, the Fountain of Youth."

Green whispered a word of advice, his tone carrying a hint of goodwill.

"However, I haven't studied the specific dosage in detail yet. Drink it slowly, lest you accidentally drink too much and turn into a child, which would be troublesome."

Wilhelm caught the glass bottle steadily, and as his fingertips touched the cool bottle, he could clearly feel the surging, almost overflowing, life force inside.

He turned and took a deep look at Theresa, whose eyes were full of expectation, before uncorking the bottle and, as Green had instructed, slowly sipped the Fountain of Youth.

The shimmering blue spring water entered my throat, and the warm, soothing current instantly flowed down my throat and into my limbs, enveloping my entire body.

The face, originally etched with the marks of time, and the glaring white hair at the temples, are rapidly changing under the nourishment of this vitality.

In a short while, the once frail and old sword demon had transformed back into the spirited and shrewd young man he once was.

With his handsome features and upright posture, he stood beside Theresa, a young woman, their features complementing each other perfectly, showing no signs of the passage of time separating them.

Theresa gazed at the familiar yet youthful face before her, her eyes instantly filled with reminiscence.

In a daze, it was as if she had returned to the time when she first met him. Her fingertips clenched slightly, then she felt a little awkward and hesitant.

She looked at Green and spoke softly:

"Lord Grimm, isn't this... a bit too strange? I'm already a grandmother, yet I still maintain this youthful appearance. Standing next to him, who has regained his youth, is really illogical."

Upon hearing this, Green shrugged indifferently, his tone straightforward yet slightly teasing, and said without any hesitation:

"What's wrong with that? I think it's just right."

He glanced at the two people beside him, who were looking at each other in silence with tender eyes, and continued to complain:

"Your son Henkel is extreme and outrageous. He's ruined the once-prosperous Sword Saint family."

"Reinhard, he's a nice guy, just a bit too dense. Why don't you guys create a new character with him?"

This blunt criticism startled everyone present, who then couldn't help but chuckle.

Emilia gently tugged at Green's sleeve, her purple eyes filled with a playful reproach: "Green, don't say that."

"Alright, that's all for now. See you later."

Green chuckled and waved, breaking the brief silence. "If we stay any later, my family will get angry."

……

After bidding farewell to the group still chatting and laughing inside the hall, Grimm, holding Emilia's hand and accompanied by the gentle Rem, walked together toward the mansion located in the center of the Little Garden world.

Green raised his hand and pushed open the carved wooden door. Before he could even step inside, a gentle and familiar figure quickly came to greet him.

Fortuna, dressed in a light-colored long dress, looked at the three returning with a gentle smile and said in a tender and affectionate tone, "Oh, our little adults are home."

Her gaze first fell on Emilia, carefully examining her child to make sure she wasn't tired at all, before turning to look at Green, her eyes full of doting affection.

Green let out a long sigh of relief, completely losing the demeanor of the creator god who had just been in charge of order in the council hall.

Shedding her weariness, she went straight to the soft sofa in the living room, slumped down, and lazily rubbed against the plush cushions, her tone carrying a hint of playful complaint:

"Phew~ Fortuna's mom, being an administrator is so tiring."

As soon as she finished speaking, a clear yet gentle voice rang out. Ram walked out from the side hall carrying a cup of warm tea, her tone calm yet attentive, and slowly approached the sofa:

"Change your coat and shoes first. Sitting in the council chamber for a long time can easily lead to fatigue. Change into comfortable clothes and have a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up."

Green took the warm tea that Ram handed him, took a small sip, and felt the warmth spread from his throat to his limbs, slightly dispelling the fatigue brought on by the meeting.

He looked up at Ram beside him, whose expression remained cool yet who was always thoughtful and considerate, and his tone carried a hint of genuine concern:

"Lamu, you should rest more these days. You don't need to do everything yourself. Just leave it to our little maid, Petra."

Ram lowered her eyes to tidy the teacups on the table. Hearing this, she raised her eyes slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips, her tone calm and resolute:

"It's alright. I've been resting for a month now. The bodies of demons aren't that fragile."

She was already physically stronger than ordinary people, and with the nourishment of the abundant life essence in the miniature world, her body had already fully recovered just one month after giving birth. She was just used to taking care of the people around her and couldn't stay idle.

Upon hearing this, Green suddenly remembered something, sat up straight, and asked with a hint of anticipation in his eyes, "By the way, where's Raphael?"

That was his and Ram's child, who was born just last month. The little guy inherited Ram's pink eyes and soft, light pink hair. He was cute and cuddly, and the darling of the entire mansion.

Da da da.

As soon as Green finished speaking, a series of slightly mournful footsteps came from the stairwell.

Jus carefully carried the swaddled baby, walking very lightly. He looked exhausted, with faint dark circles under his eyes, appearing haggard and helpless.

In his swaddling clothes, little Raphael was fast asleep.

A small, delicate horn protruded from her soft, light pink hair. Her peach-red eyes were tightly closed, and she looked incredibly well-behaved, completely unlike her usual mischievous self.

Jus gently moved the baby in his arms towards the crowd, lowered his voice, and spoke with a pleading tone:

"Here it is, please, could you please give me a different task?"

He glanced at the sleeping baby in his swaddling clothes, his face full of distress, and continued to complain under his breath:

"This little guy is too much of a handful. He sleeps soundly during the day, but is full of energy at night. I haven't had a full night's sleep in a month. If I keep taking care of him, I'm going to become lazy too."

Seeing Jus's exhausted face and helpless expression as he was being tormented by the baby, Emilia couldn't help but smile gently and sweetly.

She slowly raised her fair hand and gently stroked her lower abdomen, her fingertips filled with careful tenderness, her eyes shimmering with an unyielding gentle light.

There, a tiny yet vibrant life is quietly being conceived and slowly growing under the nourishment of the world's origin, carrying all of her and Green's hopes and love.

Her violet eyes gently fell on Raphael, who was fast asleep in his swaddling clothes. Her voice was soft and tender, full of maternal love, as she murmured softly:

"Miliya, your brother is so naughty. You can't be like him and cause trouble for the people who take care of you."