Two more days passed.
Miss Slime had learned a lot.
At least, when the group of kin, who claimed they were here to deliver the priest and also visit the mansion, appeared dressed like that, she understood very clearly that it was competition.
"Wow, seeing Lord Silas coming and going in such a hurry, I thought Miss Siya might have already turned into an incomprehensible monster."
"But isn't this... feeling like a different kind of sexy?"
"..."
After several days of Silas's diligent labor, Miss Slime, whose body originally only had the ring finger recovered, didn't have that hand continue to recover. But for some reason, her breasts completely recovered first.
"Why didn't the hand continue to recover, but the breasts instead?"
"Shh, shouldn't you know? Miss Siya was most proud of being able to give Lord Silas a titjob with those sexy papayas."
"Oh... so that's it, idealism. Makes sense."
"..."
This group of kin who came from afar, whom Silas called friends, made the current Miss Slime's alarm bells ring loudly.
She had been outside too!
She also knew that women outside wouldn't wear short skirts and imitate her stockings like them.
She had absolutely no interest in the so-called father. She just gripped the hem of Silas's clothes, pressing hard with the mounds that had already recovered their flesh color.
"..."
"Eek? Is this a demonstration?"
"Who told you to dress so beautifully!"
"Y-you too! Clearly could be considered human already, not like you have to mate with Lord Silas..."
One by one, looking at each other, everyone blushed.
Just as the words said, everyone knew that the disability was gone now, and there was no necessity to mate with Silas to reproduce offspring.
But in the end.
Having suffered torture, they originally had no interest in so-called lovers. Even living was a luxury, how could they think of anything else? Even according to the original plan, regardless of success, they would go to an uninhabited wasteland far from human society. To reproduce, just grab a human to fuck, as a breeding machine. Couldn't have any purpose other than reproduction.
But they survived. And it seemed there was no need to stay away from humans. Nor need to escape.
Being interested in reproduction in this situation... wasn't just simply giving birth to offspring.
"Shut up, all of you."
Anna, who stayed up for several nights to make clothes for Miss Siya, saw her companions competing to be sexier. The bold ones even chose to wear mini-skirts that ordinary women would never wear. What was that?
A slightly larger movement, and everything would be exposed.
The purpose couldn't be more obvious.
"Look at yourselves, what do you look like? Just knowing Miss Siya will definitely get better... you relax to this extent?"
"..."
Especially seeing her own sister Lilith, Anna was even more furious.
Actually put on her clothes. Those were carefully selected by herself after restoring her appearance.
"Little brother Silas works very hard every day. Originally used the trees in the forest to vent his strength, now the trees are gone, and the ground has been plowed several times. I think you are all too full and have nothing to do; go carry wood and set up stakes for me!"
"..."
The companions dispersed in a hubbub.
Running out somewhat ashamedly, they saw the small forest Anna mentioned again.
"Hey, here... were there really trees before?"
"Clearly just a field, right?"
"No no no, those pits are definitely man-made..."
"..."
Let alone trees, the ground in the small forest had been turned over several times. God knows what kind of strength Anna meant by venting strength.
They muttered.
"Th-this kind of strength... if riding on my body..."
"Shut up!"
"Just saying! Anyway, there's nowhere to go, and Sister Anna doesn't seem to insist on living in the wilderness anymore. Following Lord Silas is so good, maybe... um, will be favored. Think about it, if doing that kind of thing with this strength... definitely will be broken."
"I said shut up! Want to be scolded by Sister again?"
As Miss Anna's sister, Lilith, although interested in Silas, simply wanted to appear in front of Miss Slime and Silas in prettier clothes. Just watching the harmony between the two was enough.
As for the rest... can't destroy others' feelings. The book said this behavior is a third party.
Moreover, Sister came here so long ago, actually didn't do anything at all. Of course, she also had to abide by principles.
"Lilith, is that your sister Anna?"
"?"
"Damn it! Tricked us out to carry wood! She herself ran to change into such a sexy cheongsam! And changed into high heels!"
"..."
Seeing her sister Anna sneaking back into the house trying to avoid the kin's sight, Lilith's little bit of principle collapsed.
Everyone thought Silas would interrogate the priest carefully transported by carriage.
But in fact.
After putting a layer of special oilcloth underwear on Miss Slime inside, and then putting on the coat. Silas held Miss Slime's hand.
"Let's go, out to bask in the sun."
"Mgh."
Miss Slime, however, was sulking while staring at her hands wrapped in gloves.
Because her hands were still slimy. Also set up by Miss Anna with great effort, turning into good-looking glove-like things, but the flesh color exposed inside was actually made of animal skin looking like human skin.
Wearing it completely, looked quite like those lace gloves of a young lady from a deep boudoir.
Snip.
Silas used scissors to cut open the position of Miss Slime's only recovered finger, allowing her real finger to be exposed. Very naturally hooked Silas's ring finger, smiling again.
That kind of thought was too easy to understand.
"Silas, chicken!"
Not long after coming out, Miss Slime pointed excitedly at the chicken in the vendor's basket.
"..."
Of course, the woman pointed at looked left and right without seeing any flamboyant chicken, stunned for a moment, her expression immediately becoming angry.
"Don't point at others casually and say chicken."
"But, inside the basket is a chicken! Looks, very small. Will small ones be like mice, the smaller, the better?"
"..."
Silas didn't care about the transferred priest at all. Even if Madam Melina staying at home killed him out of hatred, it didn't matter.
He just found the weather good after waking up and using a Free Simulation. Planned to take Miss Slime out for a walk.
Rarely acting aimlessly not for a mission but just to make the person beside him happy.
"Silas."
"Mmh?"
Casually looked at the water, and also watched street performances. Silas's hem was suddenly tugged by Miss Slime.
"Siya, wants to go to a place."
"Where?"
First time hearing her actively propose an opinion.
"Here. There are many, women who look beautiful. Clothes are all beautiful."
"..."
Led by Miss Slime, Silas went straight to the front of a very magnificent three-story stone shop.
"Master, want to come in and play?"
"Ah, this little sister is so cute. We here... also provide activities to help watch the sister relieve boredom. Guaranteed while you are comfortable, the sister won't run around."
"..."
The perfume on the flamboyant prostitutes was heavy, and as Miss Slime said, their clothes being 'beautiful' was almost the most advanced and sexy in this city.
The brothel really provided services selling some things; as long as willing to pay extra, even the original black silk just taken off from the top courtesan was okay.
But Silas chose to go to a normal shop.
"...Silas, why not buy at the place just now?"
Miss Slime tilted her head and asked.
"No reason."
Silas looked at Miss Slime in the bronze mirror changed into a dress, no, here should be called local attire. The fluffy skirt suited her very well, and the slimmer one also suited her very well. The foundation was there; wearing anything would look cute.
Unconsciously rubbed Miss Slime's hair.
"..."
Maybe Miss Slime realized something, becoming a bit awkward and shy.
Silas's thought was simple.
Wanting to do that kind of thing, wanting Miss Slime to change into something novel, could be mentioned anytime. But occasionally just wanted to see the cute side of Miss Slime normally.
"Silas."
"Mmh."
"Siya has a question."
Miss Slime raised her left hand wrapped in a pure white lace glove.
"What?"
"Yesterday, rain. Why see light first, then hear sound?"
"..."
Because of what again?
Staring at Miss Slime's look thinking he knew everything and could do anything, Silas tried hard to search for knowledge from his previous life in his head.
"...Is it, because people's eyes grow in front, ears in the back?"
"Of course not. Light has light speed, sound has sound speed, light speed is faster than sound speed."
Silas answered confidently.
"Oh. Speed."
Miss Slime nodded vaguely, then threw out another one she seemed interested in long ago, "Silas, like eating chicken meat, Siya saw chicken lay eggs, why lay eggs? Chicken is born from egg, but chicken..."
"Wait."
Silas interrupted her casting, holding her small hand wrapped in gloves.
"?"
"I'll take you to eat good things."
How could he let her think further.
Shouldn't have casually said white-cut chicken. He clearly coveted roasted pork belly skewers too!
"..."
Strolled until dark.
Silas took Miss Slime back. The meal was prepared long ago; clearly, only Silas and Melina ate normal food, but ordinary food occupied half. The raw meat they made was sliced and sprinkled with many decorations, also trying hard to disguise as normal.
The dying priest seemed to be locked in the utility room next to the bedroom. Because Silas said he wasn't important, just throw him on the floor. Slime's kin really did so. Ignored by everyone.
Even, while eating, Silas almost forgot about the priest being moved here.
Until finishing eating, in the interval when Silas was thinking about unpacking the clothes mostly bought in the brothel to check the results, letting Miss Slime try them on.
"Silas."
"..."
Madam Melina came over to strike up a conversation, with a hint of unconcealed hatred in her expression, "Him, how to deal with? Looks like, only one breath away from dying."
"..."
Only then did Silas remember, "Madam didn't kill him?"
"?"
Madam Melina was stunned, "How can I decide without permission... you are the head of the family."
"..."
Head of the family?
Silas picked up the clothes casually touched in the bag, took them out. It was a very normal dress with three buttons on the collar, but after Miss Slime's papayas really propped it up, it looked like it was going to burst... really bought normally, but Miss Slime's body didn't allow not being sexy.
So.
How to deal with that old geezer?
Wait.
Before finding him, wasn't he always muttering about some new world, thanking him?
Got it.
Silas put the clothes back in the bag, walked straight to the utility room where the old geezer was.
As literally meant, this place was piled with sundries. When the Kingdom of Portia was still a puppet regime, this place was requisitioned by the Church; Church people were lazy and didn't organize. Silas as a temporary tenant wouldn't organize either. Spider webs were there.
"..."
The sallow-faced priest lay on the cold floor. Although the mask was buckled, he didn't draw turbid slime from the jar. Already gone.
He could still breathe in a few mouthfuls, but not much out.
Just staring at Silas deadly. Teeth were tortured away by Silas; just gums were quite scary.
He didn't understand.
Slime researched almost all his life, believing as long as the slime succeeded, everyone would gain eternal life equally. And he, because of the outstanding wisdom in his head, would definitely be the true master chosen by the slime's intimacy. How could... because of a man suddenly popping up halfway, everything changed completely.
Impossible.
Slime is at most temporarily having some flaw, delayed. As long as he pretends to be wronged and seeks completeness to gain a moment of time...
The priest planned to extend his hand with all his might, deceiving Silas to share a little bit of pure slime never absorbed by him; with his current body unable to bear that stuff, but at least could save his life for a short time, could wait for the great era coming after the slime lost control.
"...Trying to write what?"
But the hand was suddenly stepped on by Silas.
"I didn't say I wanted to chat with you."
Crack.
Silas unhesitatingly stepped on his only movable hand until the bones creaked.
"Didn't you say you wanted to see some new world? Madam Melina also told me, you seem to expect Miss Slime after losing control to bring you surprises."
"Unfortunately, I really saw Miss Slime after losing control. Nothing big. Just a little greedy cat who instinctively gives me a titjob."
"..."
Silas was immersed in the text at that time, couldn't distinguish whether it was hallucination from being too deep into the role in the ending after Miss Slime died or real. The papayas generated by slime seemed to have actively clamped and moved a few times.
Is it true or false?
Don't know.
Also not important anymore.
"Old geezer."
"Originally, if you honestly pretended to die, you might really die in the corner; I didn't have any good ideas."
"But now, let me tell you, slime... no, the new world truly created by Miss Siya."
"..."
The priest's turbid eyeballs bulged. Gums bit tightly together.
But Silas wasn't limited to just talking.
Really ran next door, making some ambiguous sounds.
He almost split his gums. Breath became more and more rapid, the already decayed chest heaved significantly.
"Silas, shot?"
"Mmh... but if Miss Siya licks like this. Didn't I say just tricking next door is enough?"
"Guh-ugh... Siya's tongue, is healed. Can lick. Silas, don't want?"
"Want."
"..."
How could it be?
Spent lifelong blood and sweat, calculating this and that, found from the distant continent where the Roman Church was located, slime unwilling to let a group of ignorant people take for research. Stole and escaped here.
Dodged the pursuit of big shots by feigning death; they didn't know the value of slime. Also relied on the value of slime to bewitch the Acting Pope to become a partner; to ensure the cultivation of slime was foolproof, even after hiding in the secret room, entrusted the Acting Pope to find a group of old nuns with some insight to create Melina possessing maternal instinct. Impossible to have any more flaws. Never put this group of people with no insight in the tiny Kingdom of Portia in his eyes.
But, where did the man next door come from?
"Heehee, so much."
"Into Siya's stomach! Color, white again! Mixed with slime!"
"..."
That was his daughter, the existence he enshrined as lifelong blood and sweat and was willing to bet his life on. How could she be reduced to a lowly thing under a man's crotch?
"Madam, why are you here?"
"Hehe, of course I'm here. I never thought he would have such a day... whether it's the created slime or me, didn't follow the life he expected. If you want to with me..."
"..."
The priest didn't understand.
Where exactly did the flaw occur?
The 'daughter' regarded as a treasure, the nominal wife created. Why become like this?
He couldn't see, but could hear.
"..."
Silas!!!
This... lowly, stupid person who completely didn't understand what an exquisite product slime was. Actually dared... to blaspheme so much.
If it were a capable person, understanding what slime is and having outstanding academics better than himself, shouldn't he want to see perfect slime more?
Unreconciled.
He even hallucinated.
Hoping Silas just wanted to get useful clues from him. That's why he came in again with lip prints on his face.
"..."
The priest opened his mouth dying; he admitted. This torture was very useful. He would talk.
"Forget it. Not interesting either."
"?"
But Silas just took one look, then closed the door. Went out again.
Completely no thought of listening to anything.
"Eh? Silas, went out for a trip. Became, hard again!"
"..."
The priest heard lewd sounds from next door again.
Slime didn't evolve, new world... none. Only panting. Couldn't bear it anymore.
His throat surged, black sticky blood surged up.