..."Green-kun, when it's just the two of us in private, can Rem call you husband?"
"Of course. We're going to get married eventually anyway, so there's no problem with starting a bit early."
...Time flew by, and two hours passed.
Grin leaned against the headboard, a twig dangling from his mouth.
He took a mock breath of air, removed the twig, and exhaled, pretending he was smoking.
"Rem, how do you think this world was born? How does it function? Where do we come from, and where are we going?"
At this moment, Grin had completely emptied his mind, his eyes drifting like a saint who had seen through the vanity of the world.
Sure enough, after a man is finished, he'll think about anything and everything—except women.
Rem looked up tiredly, her slender white arms propping herself up on the mattress as she slowly crawled into his arms, her cheek pressed against his warm chest.
"My dear husband seems to have turned into a dummy..."
Grin pinched her soft cheek and raised a hand to wipe the thin layer of sweat from her brow.
"This is important, Rem. It seems I must give you a crash course in advanced astronomical knowledge."
"First, you need to understand the concept of a 'world'."
It happened to be Sage Mode, and the serious knowledge stored in his brain hadn't been cleared yet. He absolutely had to give Student Rem a proper lesson today.
Rem dizzily extended a finger, tracing small circles on Grin's chest, her voice as soft as a marshmallow.
"Green-kun is Rem's entire world. Rem's world was born after being saved by Green-kun, and it only revolves around Green-kun alone."
"Teacher Grin, is Rem's answer correct?"
Grin stared blankly at Rem's "please-praise-me" expression, momentarily dazed.
This girl is a genius!
If she were born in the information age, she could have been a grandmaster of flirting.
"Wrong answer! You must be punished!"
Grin gently took Rem's small hand and pulled her into his arms.
"Stop right there!"
The magic crystal stone pendant around Grin's neck suddenly erupted with a rich, deep purple light.
A dazzling halo of light surged out, condensing into Betty's figure before his eyes.
The furious Great Spirit appeared and immediately pushed Grin off Rem, the force so great that he rolled straight to the foot of the bed.
"Betty's eyes and ears have been severely polluted by you two! Now, immediately, at once—stop this, Betty says!"
Heaven knows what she had gone through.
She had been working hard inside the magic crystal stone, refining impurities and constructing the space.
She had finally finished and wanted to come out to ask for some praise, full of joy.
But as soon as she connected her senses to the outside world, she stumbled upon that jaw-dropping scene.
Even though she had lived for over four hundred years, it was her first time seeing a "live broadcast."
The "educational training" mentioned in certain books was simply too terrifying.
That despicable Grin, surely he wouldn't want to do that kind of thing to Betty too, right?
"Filthy, impure, lewd! Betty will never forgive you!"
Grin scrambled over from the foot of the bed and slid onto his knees, pulling Betty into his arms for a nuzzle.
"Betty, I missed you so much. Truly, one meeting without 'it' feels like three years."
The warm embrace made Betty's tense emotions relax slightly.
She stubbornly turned her head away, her cheeks puffed out like an angry pufferfish.
"Hmph, I suppose you still have a bit of a conscience. Then Betty shall be merciful and temporarily forgive you."
Then, the Great Spirit mulled over that sentence from just now, feeling like something was off.
"Wait, no. What did you just say?"
"Don't mind the details. Betty, you've come at the perfect time. We..."
Before he could finish, Grin saw that Betty was already holding a small round-toed leather shoe, its shiny tip pointed right at his face.
If he said anything else out of line, he'd likely get a shoe to the face from Betty.
"Ahem, I mean, with three people, we can finally play fight the landlord."
Grin raised his hands in surrender.
Betty crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at Grin.
"It's already so late. You are to go to sleep obediently for Betty! No more making those disgusting noises."
Hearing this, Grin immediately lay flat, pulling Rem close with one arm and patting the empty space beside him with the other, a fawning smile on his face.
"Alright, Betty, I've cleared some space for you. Come on, baby."
Betty disdainfully kicked off her other shoe and took small, dainty steps, walking over slowly with an air of importance.
After diving into the crook of Grin's arm, she didn't forget to say in a commanding tone: "Where is Betty's bedtime story?"
Rem's eyes instantly lit up, and she leaned in, asking softly, "Green-kun knows how to tell bedtime stories? Rem wants to hear too!"
Betty frowned and pointed at Rem fiercely. "This is Betty's privilege! You, an impure woman, are not allowed to listen!"
"Okay, Lady Beatrice."
Rem gave a silly smile and covered her ears with both hands. "Rem can't hear anything now. Can we start?"
Grin pulled the two girls closer. With a thought, a pitch-black book materialized from the air.
"Alright, my two lovely ladies, welcome to 'Your Moon, My Heart'."
"The story I'm bringing to everyone today is called 'the little match girl'."
"Legend has it that it was New Year's Eve.
The snow fell thick and fast. On the cold, dark street, a Little Girl was selling matches barefoot.
She was so cold she curled up in a corner, clutching a box of matches. The cold wind blew again and again, but she hadn't sold a single match.
The Little Girl couldn't help but think of her late grandmother and muttered to herself, 'I really want to see Grandmother one more time.'
Just then, a slave carriage passed by. A slave whose hands were bound in chains said,'So cold! My wrists are about to break!'
The Little Girl felt pity, so she struck a match and threw it over.
The match landed on the straw in the carriage. The prisoner was instantly engulfed in flames and died wailing. His pain was over.
A hunched old man passed by. As he bowed his head to cough, a large amount of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
'Cough, cough... so cold! My lungs are about to burst from coughing!'
The Little Girl felt pity, so she struck a match and threw it over.
The match landed on the old man's linen clothes, and flames instantly consumed him. His pain was over too.
One miserable pedestrian after another passed by, and one match after another was struck.
By the time the matchbox was empty, the entire city was ablaze with a raging fire.
In the end, everyone got to see the Little Girl's grandmother."
"Is... is that right?"
Rem blinked her large eyes, staring at Grin with a bit of a chill.
Betty bit Grin's shoulder. "What kind of ghost story is that?! You dummy, now that you've tricked Betty into your hands, are you even starting to get lazy with the stories?"
"Ow, ow! My mistake, my mistake. I'll tell you a new one, 'In the Night Garden'..."