Killing the Acting Pope in broad daylight on the street would have been a major issue.
It would be like the Sima clan publicly killing the emperor, as Silas knew from his previous life—the Sima Zhao's intentions were known to everyone on the street. But Silas wasn't plotting to usurp the throne, so it didn't matter.
"He only had four capable Cardinal Archbishops under him."
"Three were sent to the island..."
"..."
Miss Slime's companions weren't carried away by victory.
After leaving the cathedral, they formulated a new plan in the wilderness. It was obvious... the leader, Miss Anna, hadn't even thought about what to do if she survived. According to her original plan, she would either perish together with the enemy or die in vain while her companions fled.
But, four capable Cardinal Archbishops?
"Miss Anna."
Silas, sleeping on Miss Slime's lap, reached out a hand to interrupt them.
"Miss Slime and I came from the island. Most likely, the four Cardinal Archbishops you mentioned are all dead."
"?"
"Let me think, what did they look like again... there was one holding a book."
"That one was blessed with Nightmare, able to create nightmares for people."
"Right, right, right, the one with mind control. There was another one with a sword... his swordsmanship was about twenty percent of mine. Anyway, they're all dead."
"..."
The still somewhat exhausted Miss Anna fell silent, exchanging glances with her sister Lilith beside her.
No one thought Silas was joking.
Someone capable of killing the Acting Pope absolutely had that kind of strength.
"In that case, the only thing left for us... is to rescue the remaining companions."
Miss Anna trembled as she discarded the plan she had just formulated.
"..."
Actually, there was one more thing Miss Anna cared about.
That is, the parts of her sister and companions' bodies that were disabled due to slime erosion were all healed.
She heard it was all cured by the seemingly innocent Miss Slime.
If they could be cured, was there still a need to separate and struggle to survive as a distinct race?
It was unknown how chaotic things would get at the cathedral once news of the Acting Pope's death spread.
Anyway, Silas had already retreated to a safe place.
Resting his head on Miss Slime's lap.
Her slightly dusty dress and massive papayas blocked his view, so he couldn't see Miss Slime's face.
Crackle.
Not far away, a campfire flickered. Neither Miss Slime nor Anna and the others ate cooked meat. They built the fire only to provide hot water and food for Silas.
The chicken and bag of sweet potatoes brought by Miss Slime became the ingredients.
"So, you instinctively felt that absorbing the slime from them would make you stronger."
"And after absorbing it, you came straight here?"
"..."
Perhaps nervous about disobeying Silas and not staying obediently at the inn, and even bringing so many people along, Miss Slime cowered a bit.
"Let me see your current slime."
"..."
Miss Slime obediently spread some liquid from her palm.
Indeed, the color was different. Originally a very pure pale blue, it was now mixed with turbid dark gray.
"Any bad feelings?"
"..."
Miss Slime shook her head, then nodded.
"Don't just shake and nod your head; you're not mute."
"Yes. Silas, keeps touching. Breasts, ticklish."
Although she didn't know how long it would take for Silas's wounds to heal, after letting Silas lie on her lap, Miss Slime didn't stop his increasingly excessive hands from reaching under her clothes into her bra, even directly fiddling with her nipples.
"Anything else?"
"No."
"..."
Silas felt the tips of her papayas engorging like rice grains under his touch. He looked again at the slime displayed by Miss Slime.
There shouldn't be any problem.
So far, Miss Slime losing control was either because of Madam Melina or himself.
Compared to the slime absorbed from those people, Miss Slime's own slime accounted for at least 99.99%. The amount was very small.
He also heard other news from Miss Anna and the others.
The island was a small island. And the Kingdom of Portia was also an island nation. To put it bluntly, apart from the Protestant Church and the puppet regime, there was no one else. Going to the nearest continent would take at least half a month.
Silas didn't think the follow-up mission would require going to another continent. It was likely just as Anna and the others said: rescuing companions, dealing with those still trying to research some kind of slime, and cleaning up the remaining small fries of the Protestant Church.
Since the most difficult enemy on the surface, the Acting Pope, had been eliminated. And those Cardinal Archbishops were dealt with by Silas even earlier.
Was it possible that on this larger island, there was a more troublesome opponent?
"Mgh."
Miss Slime clamped her thighs tightly. Her breathing was also a bit erratic.
Not impossible.
For example, the priest whose fate was still unknown. Miss Slime's father.
From Silas's own understanding, the priest seemed more like a scholar purely researching things.
Forget it.
"Silas, they are peeking."
"It doesn't matter."
"..."
Although she said that, Miss Slime was clearly not as open as when she was alone with Silas. Her small hands unconsciously covered her skirt.
"As long as you ride on me, I'll get better faster."
"..."
Miss Slime didn't offer any symbolic resistance anymore, her cheeks flushed. She no longer paid attention to her curious kin peeking from the campfire.
She rode on Silas's stomach.
Following the movement of lying down, her clothes-wrapped papaya breasts were stretched tight, heavily deformed by the pressure.
"Siya is not stupid, knows... Silas is lying."
"?"
"Silas, just wants, sex."
"..."
Bad.
Miss Slime wasn't so easily tricked anymore.
But knowing it was a lie, her snow-white buttocks still pressed against Silas's already hard hot thing.
"If Silas isn't tired, Siya also wants... sex."
"..."
"Eek! Went in all at once..."
"..."
Originally, Silas just wanted to touch normally.
But now the arrow was on the string and had to be fired! Miss Slime's cavity was too wet. It went in without any obstruction, all the way to the bottom.
"Siya, come move."
Miss Slime carefully moved her buttocks up and down, her warm cavity swallowing Silas's hard object.
"Moving too slow."
"Mgh?!"
"...Squelch."
"..."
Because of this good intention, it became even lewder.
By the campfire.
Miss Anna was roasting sweet potatoes, and the chicken was almost processed and skewered.
"Sister, are the sweet potatoes ready?"
Her sister Lilith stared at the food in her hand; although she hadn't eaten normal food for a long time, she knew that burnt smell... meant it was not only cooked but burnt.
"Wait a bit longer."
"But... they're almost turning into charcoal."
"Then you take the sweet potatoes over?"
Anna glared at her.
"No way! They... are busy with that."
Saying this, not only Lilith but Anna and the other companions also became awkward, their thighs unconsciously twisting around.
"..."
Listening to the sounds not far away.
Soon, Lilith couldn't help asking again.
"Sister, that kind of thing... is it really that comfortable?"
"How should I know!"
"Didn't Sister say mating is just having babies, very simple... looked like you had a lot of experience."
"Shut up!"
"..."
"Um, our bodies were cured by Miss Siya... Sister should be able to too. In that case, is it still necessary to make him bear the burden of reproduction?"
"..."
Miss Anna fell silent, peeking at the completely burnt sweet potato in her hand.
"Let's rescue the other companions first."
"Even if the body can be cured, it's hard to trust people again..."
"..."
She suddenly remembered him entering the church alone. Silas ran out, saying something about not letting women rush to the front.
Her face had a defect polluted by slime; she couldn't be considered beautiful before. And clearly, Silas didn't know in advance that the slime kin beside him had the ability to cure them.
"Sister Anna, your face is so red."
"I said shut up!"
"..."
Peeking at what Silas and Miss Slime were doing, Miss Anna realized a basic human understanding. They weren't doing that for reproduction at all. Just liked each other.
But the noise was too loud! At least consider that there were outsiders here. In the wild...
"Lilith, take the chicken and sweet potatoes over."
"Eh?"
"Go quickly!"
"No way!!!"
"..."
If not delivered soon, the food would really turn completely into charcoal.
"After Sister's face is cured, maybe he'll be interested."
"As expected, you should go deliver it."
"No! Sister, don't take out your frustration of not getting any on me!"
"..."
What would it become in the future?
Anna didn't know. But she didn't have any thoughts of destroying the relationship between Miss Slime and Silas, just felt... that kind of pure good intention and feeling without any ulterior motives, one wanting to help, running over with a chicken and sweet potatoes. One just hoping the other would live ignorantly, taking the dirty work upon himself.
If missing this step of pure goodwill and affection, just for reproduction... what would be the difference between an independent clan and animals?