With companions, Miss Slime didn't take any detours.
They went straight to the neighboring city by carriage.
"There's no mistake; I can smell Sister Anna's scent."
"..."
Miss Slime didn't have such a keen sense of smell. But she saw the carriage abandoned in the wilderness. If she put her nose close to the cushion, she could indeed smell a hint of Silas's unique sweat.
"Wait, why have the Knights Templar surrounded the city?"
"Did Sister Anna and the others already act?"
"..."
"Miss Siya! Wait a moment!"
Miss Slime couldn't wait at all. Sitting in the carriage and being asked all sorts of questions by them wasn't good; she just wanted to help solve this matter and then live alone with Silas in a place with few people, just like in the book.
She saw it.
Outside the cathedral, many knights were surging over one after another.
And Silas was surrounded by them, having sustained quite a few injuries.
Actually, Miss Slime found it hard to understand what the book described as "extreme anger." Because usually, no matter how angry she was, she would ignore others. Towards Silas, she would at most be a bit sulky. For example, when Silas couldn't get hard, she would be a bit angry, thinking she might have lost her attractiveness like in the book.
Now she understood.
It was simple: she wanted to kill the Acting Pope wearing red clothes in front of Silas. Even she could sense the utterly disgusting aura from him. Almost an instinct told her that person was very difficult to deal with.
"..."
Seeing the flesh in the Acting Pope's palm rippling with a vast expanse of white. Miss Slime only knew that if she didn't kill him, Silas would die.
She thought of nothing.
Rushed into the crowd, blocked in front of Silas, letting the slime in her body run wild.
"Wait!"
"Siya... wake up!"
"..."
She couldn't hear any sound anymore; slime spread frantically from both arms. The Holy Light burning her also hurt, but she didn't care at all.
Until.
Her breast was ruthlessly kneaded.
Miss Slime stalled. Because usually, when Silas kneaded so hard, it meant he had strong lust for her.
Now was...
"Siya, lend me your slime."
"..."
Miss Slime didn't know what was happening, only seeing Silas's tentacle resting on her arm. A lot of the slime spreading from her body was sucked away by Silas.
"I need you to live."
"What I want are real papayas, not papayas made of slime."
"..."
Although Miss Slime didn't quite understand what Silas said, she could feel his seriousness.
The slime stopped spreading uncontrollably.
She stared blankly as Silas rushed over. Raising the tentacle that had absorbed enough slime.
Then came back covered in wounds, absorbing more slime again. That kind of one-sided plunder made Miss Slime feel a bit pained.
But.
She felt that if Silas thought this was good, then she would stand where she was.
Would she die if sucked dry?
Miss Slime didn't have much concept of death. She only knew that dying meant not being able to speak, not being able to open eyes, and the book said the corpse would stink and couldn't stay with Silas anymore.
But the book also said.
Lovers are those who can give their lives.
On the other side.
For Silas, dying in the game was just a matter of reloading a save.
Constantly sucking slime from Miss Slime.
Knowing she hadn't lost control, she didn't know about this endless consumption.
"You possess such ability, why not witness the birth of slime with me? Your tentacle preserved more completely, will also give you a chance to spy on the truth instead."
"..."
Just imagining sucking slime with tentacles could be done, but it was hard to achieve practical results.
Silas wouldn't have time to come back and replenish slime; what was sucked in the tentacle would already be consumed.
"Spy on your mom!"
Silas raised the tentacle fully absorbed with slime and rushed over, just a little bit more.
Although the product called Holy Light defied logic completely, after dying several times, Silas found one place that followed scientific basis.
[You died]
[...]
[You chose to Load Save]
"..."
Still sucking enough slime into the tentacle from Miss Slime's arm.
"What a pity, seems your tentacle can never be preserved too completely."
The Acting Pope sighed, still sacrificing flesh to manifest Holy Light. The almost dim church lit up.
"..."
But soon he found that Silas was like a ghost crawling out of hell, futilely using knights' bodies as shields. Evaporating one, changing to another.
No longer rushing from the center.
Changed to the left.
He didn't understand.
Why did the speed of Holy Light erosion slow down? Even if sacrificing flesh again... Silas's body would immediately be significantly eroded. But that tentacle which had absorbed slime still reached the chest, the position of the heart.
Squelch.
"..."
The Acting Pope wanted to sacrifice Holy Light again, but his hand was cut off too.
He chose to insert his remaining right hand into Silas's chest as well. Only to find Silas seemed to have anticipated it and shifted his body, causing him to only grab the bone in the flesh.
"You haven't studied physics, right? The heat distribution generated by light is uneven."
"..."
What did that mean?
Physics?
"You..."
"Besides, the buff Miss Slime gave me is quite useful. Doesn't take much effort to churn your heart into mush."
"..."
Indeed, the Acting Pope could feel that after the tentacle entered the chest cavity, it wasn't limited to the heart; other organs were being destroyed.
Even pulled the stomach out.
"..."
But he was really confused.
Silas seemed to be able to predict his every move, and every step utilized everything available just right.
Is there such a person in the world?
Probably only a prophet.
He suddenly understood. He was wrong. Silas wasn't someone like him who needed to spy on the truth, to know if this was a farm for big shots. Perhaps, Silas himself came from another place.
"Where... did you come from..."
This was the first time the Acting Pope felt nothing mattered anymore.
Just urgently wanted to know. If the land they lived on was really just someone's farm, then what was the world outside like? To get to this step, he had long become equally pitiful and equally utilizing towards everyone.
And what was physics?
Really wanted to know.
Crack.
Unfortunately, Silas stomped directly on his face, rubbing hard.
The Knights Templar had long been thrown into chaos because the Acting Pope sacrificed them casually. witnessing the battle between Silas and him, they didn't even have time to flee... no time to pay attention at all.
"..."
Although the Acting Pope's sunken eyes could only squint into a slit, he could see Silas go to Miss Slime's side.
Affectionately rubbing her hair.
He thought.
Slime wasn't important either. Spying on the tip of the iceberg of those big shots was meaningless too.
If even the Holy Light blessing obtained by racking his brains was equally vulnerable in front of such a person. Probably there was a rule from the beginning, no one could leave the big shots' playground.
However.
Letting the slime give up slime so stably, yet only using her for sex... was this also the big shots' fun? Really don't understand.
"..."
When Silas came back, the Acting Pope had already stopped breathing.
Spent all Regular Simulations, plus several Free Simulations, purely relying on Miss Slime plus the tentacle buff, plus finding out which direction to approach suffered less Holy Light erosion with "lives," to solve it.
And this guy could die peacefully with a face full of shoe prints?
Completely couldn't feel the pain of death.
Grass.
Held it in for too long just now; wouldn't feel right without giving him two kicks. Did he use that much force?
Neck is crooked... seems quite forceful.
"Silas."
Miss Slime tugged at Silas's hem from the side. She was still alive, didn't turn into an ability attached to Silas.
"You, have many injuries."
"..."
Silas looked down; there were Holy Light traumas on his ribs and arms.
Very tired.
But.
"Eek! Silas...!"
Suddenly, having her papayas wildly kneaded by Silas through clothes, Miss Slime shivered, then said seriously, "Don't rub, you need treatment."
"Just having Miss Slime's papayas can cure me."
Silas wasn't worried at all.
The Acting Pope was solved; he would just rub Miss Slime's tits like this, waiting for the mission to end.
If it didn't end, it was just small fries in this Protestant Church. Fuck them casually after waking up.
"Cured, then rub. Okay? Give all to you."
"..."
Miss Slime didn't understand at all.
The more she said this, the more he wanted to touch.
"..."
Silas could also see Miss Slime's kin who originally lived in the inn coming; Miss Anna was also being supported.
Knowing them was quite good too.
Miss Slime wouldn't be lonely in the future. Although knowing Miss Slime said having only him was enough, but... Silas never thought about that. Life still needs friends. Humans aren't grass or trees; Miss Slime, who could bring gifts from so far away and played a significant role, deserved to live better.