Chapter 154: Ram Rem

Amidst the breathtaking mountains and lush forests, a small village lay hidden.

This village was home to a unique race known as the Oni.

Life in the village was peaceful—men tended the fields, while women wove fabric, creating a picturesque and harmonious scene.

Not far from the village, Kahn and Zalama made their way along a narrow path, eventually spotting the settlement nestled between towering peaks and a winding river.

"Honey, look! We've finally come across another village," Zalama said softly, her golden eyes shimmering with interest as she gazed at the rising smoke curling into the sky.

This marked the tenth planet Kahn and Zalama had visited in Universe 6.

Although the trip was a honeymoon for them, Kahn had another goal—to find a suitable maid. However, after exploring ten different planets, he had yet to find one that met his expectations.

Looking up at the sky, Kahn remarked calmly, "Looks like we'll be spending the night here."

Since they were traveling for leisure, Kahn and Zalama refrained from using their abilities, choosing instead to blend in as an ordinary couple.

With that, they quickened their pace toward the village.

As they approached, they spotted twin sisters playing in the fields.

Kahn raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised. Ram and Rem?

One twin had short pink hair, while the other had short blue hair. They were dressed in matching red and blue kimonos, joyfully chasing each other through the grass.

"Sister, wait for me!"

Rem ran after Ram, who was ahead of her, laughing.

"Keep up, Rem!"

Just as Ram turned her head forward, she suddenly noticed two strangers standing in her path.

"Eh?"

Ram halted abruptly, and Rem quickly caught up.

Kahn smiled warmly. "Hello there."

Despite the surprise, the innocent Ram greeted them politely. "Oh! Hello, big brother! Hello, big sister!"

Kahn chuckled. "My name is Kahn, and this is my wife, Zalama. We're travelers passing through. Do you live in this village?"

Ram nodded before tilting her head. "Big brother, are you looking for a place to stay?"

Kahn smirked. "You're sharp. It's getting dark, and we'd rather not sleep outside. Would it be alright if we stayed the night?"

Ram smiled and nodded eagerly.

Being kindhearted and always willing to help others, Ram didn't hesitate to welcome them. At her young age, she didn't overthink things.

With that, she took her sister's hand and led Kahn and Zalama toward the Oni village.

Ram and Rem's parents warmly welcomed the travelers, offering them shelter for the night.

As the sun set, the village came alive with the scent of home-cooked meals.

Ram and Rem's mother prepared a lavish dinner for their guests.

During the meal, their father asked, "Mr. Kahn, where do you come from?"

Kahn replied with a polite smile, "We're from the Western Capital. My wife and I are on our honeymoon, and we happened to pass by your village. If we hadn't found a place to stay, we would have been sleeping under the stars tonight. We truly appreciate your hospitality."

"The Western Capital... That must be an amazing place," Ram's father mused with a look of longing.

Compared to their simple village life, a city as grand as the Western Capital seemed like a distant dream.

After dinner, since there was no extra room, Kahn and Zalama were given space to sleep in the living room.

Kahn didn't mind at all.

As the night deepened, the village fell into peaceful silence.

Ram and Rem, exhausted from playing, had fallen asleep early, as had their parents.

The dimly lit living room flickered under the glow of an oil lamp.

Zalama blinked her golden eyes and murmured, "Husband, it looks like something unexpected is about to happen in this village."

She had already sensed it. Hidden in the darkness, something—or someone—was closing in on the village.

Kahn nodded slightly.

What a coincidence. They had stumbled upon the infamous Night of Fire—the night when the Oni village was massacred.

The attackers were members of the Witch Cult.

According to the original timeline, the Witch Cult would slaughter the entire Oni race. In the end, only Ram and Rem would survive—thanks to Roswaal, who played the role of their 'savior.'

But in reality, it was all part of Roswaal's scheme.

Ten minutes later, the peaceful night was shattered.

Screams echoed through the village as flames spread. The Witch Cultists launched their merciless assault, cutting down Oni villagers one after another.

Ram and Rem's parents were among those killed in their sleep.

Since Roswaal's true goal was the twin sisters, the attackers had yet to harm them.

However, the chaos soon awakened Ram and Rem.

Rushing out of their room, they ran straight into two cultists—the very ones who had murdered their parents.

Meanwhile, in the living room, two other cultists turned their murderous gaze toward Kahn and Zalama.

"Stop!"

Ram's voice rang out as she charged forward.

In an instant, a single sharp horn emerged from her forehead, glowing in the darkness. The usually gentle and well-mannered girl transformed into a fierce warrior.

With a single wave of her hand, a powerful gust sent the two cultists flying, crashing through the wooden walls.

"Big brother, big sister, run!"

Without hesitation, Ram urged Kahn and Zalama to flee.

Boom!

More cultists barged in.

Ram and Rem barely spared Kahn and Zalama a glance before launching into battle, determined to protect their home.

Zalama observed with amusement. "Her own life is in danger, yet she still tries to save us. What a sweet little girl."

Kahn smirked. "Looks like I can't just sit back and do nothing."

With that, he stood up, guiding Zalama outside.

The scene before them was a vision of hell.

Homes burned, casting eerie shadows over the lifeless bodies of Oni villagers and cultists alike. The flames illuminated the blood-stained ground, painting a horrifying picture of destruction.

In the village square, Ram fought fiercely, her horn glowing as she protected her sister. Despite the overwhelming numbers, the cultists were no match for her raw power.

Meanwhile, several cultists shifted their attention toward Kahn and Zalama, their murderous intent clear.

They lunged forward, only for Kahn to dispatch them effortlessly.

Then, his eyes shifted toward a shadowed corner.

A smirk played on his lips.

Hidden in the darkness, Roswaal had been watching the massacre unfold.

His eyes widened slightly.

Did this man... just notice me?