Together, we walked through the forest, cutting down and poisoning the medium-sized Boars we found. Although our teamwork was functional, Camula always seemed frightened whenever she met Alicia's eyes.
When I saw the expression on my Saintess's face as she stared at Camula, I could see the coldness in her gaze directed towards my Slime. I think that was one of the few times I could say I felt sorry for Camula.
Two lessons I learned today: the first is that even Demons can be afraid of something, and the second is that Alicia might dislike someone for a reason other than the size of their bust.
I thought about doing something about Alicia, but whenever I asked her about scaring Camula, she would just smile at me with her eyes closed and pretend she hadn't heard what I'd said.
