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Whirlpool Twins: Three
Rumiko’s plan in life is clear: help her beloved twin, Naruto, reach his goals and keep him safe. But even with the knowledge of Canon, the isekai’d woman will learn how difficult the shinobi life really is and how changing the world takes a lot of planning. Damn, she never was a strategist!
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Chapter 3: Senpai and Kohai
Three days after her talk with the Hokage, Rumiko made her way early in the morning towards one of the training fields of Konoha. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous about who her tutor would be. It could be one of the canon ones for all she knew! But then again, would she be that lucky? Maybe it would be just some randomly named Jonin.
This seemed more likely.
She just hoped that whoever trained her wouldn’t be an asshole!
She reached the training ground first, sitting down on a log, kicking her legs and looking up at the sky. The sky was grey, barely any sunshine, but it wasn’t cold, thankfully. Absentmindedly, she fixed the cuffs of her jacket, wondering if her training outfit, made out of a shirt, some capri pants and the standard ninja shoes, would be okay. She and Naruto didn’t have the money to go to a ninja tailor for specialised gear, so she had to make do with old clothes she owned.
Maybe that's why Naruto wore in canon that hideous orange suit? Well, Rumiko would make him wear something different for sure. Kill-me orange was a no-go!
“Ah. You must be my cute little student, right?” a male voice suddenly spoke up from beside her.
Poor Rumiko let out a surprised shout, unelegant hitting after him.
“Whoa, calm down, whirlwind,” the male chuckled, effortlessly holding her flailing arms still. “If you’re that jumpy, you will never be a good ninja.”
“I was just surprised! Who just creeps up to a little girl?!” Rumiko shot back, pissed. Who was this guy?!
Finally, she took a good look at him, only to gap in shock. No…was she really that lucky?
“Hey now, that wasn’t my intention.” Shisui Uchiha grinned, letting go of her arms. “Just testing your awareness, and don’t take it badly; you suck!”
Immediately, Rumiko stopped gaping to give the Uchiha a pissed look. The nerve of the teen! “What kind of sensei are you? Shouldn’t you motivate and nurture me?”
Shisui just chuckled more, patting her head. “I’m not someone to sugarcoat things, whirlwind. But you got spirit, that I can admit!”
Rumiko just deadpan at him. Of course, her fangirl side was freacking out meeting Shisui, but her adult side? That wasn’t impressive at the least. He was way too cocky!
In Shisui's case, he grinned brightly down at the little redhead. She was a firecracker, all right! Tutoring her would be just as fun as training with Itachi, he supposed. He was glad he took this assignment from Hokage-Sama, since he was damn curious how someone younger than his cousin was also hailed as a genius.
For now, her reactions were hilarious! She looked like a little displeased mother! Ha!
“Anyway.” Shisui began, toning down his grin. “Uzumaki Rumiko, I’m Uchiha Shisui; from today on, your tutor. You may well call me senpai!”
“I’m calling you an idiot; that’s what I'm gonna do.” Rumiko sassed back.
She had hoped Shisui would get huffy at least, but he just laughed and patted her head again. She forgot how laid-back and down-to-earth he was. Sass was just repelled by him.
“The fire in you is strong, Kohai.” The Uchiha hummed pleasantly. “Now how about we start with training. First things first, of course, a little theoretical stuff. Tell me, do you know what Chakra is?”
“Chakra is created by combining two different kinds of energy inside a person's body: physical energy built up through training and exercise and mental/spiritual energy gained through experience and willpower,” the Uzumaki began, under Shisui's surprised black eyes. “Once a person creates chakra, they can channel it through their body and release it, often by using specific hand signs. This release is what allows them to perform superhuman feats, like walking on water, creating fireballs, or summoning giant creatures. Just like blood flows through veins, chakra flows through a system in the body called the chakra circulatory system. It travels through chakra points (or tenketsu), which act like valves that control how much energy is released at once. Every ninja has a limited amount of chakra. If they use it all up without resting, they become exhausted and can even die. Therefore, a big part of being a successful ninja is learning how to control your chakra efficiently so you don't waste it. Satisfied, Senpai?”
Shisui let out a long whistle. “Well, well, well, my Kohei is well informed. Impressive. You’re a smart cookie, aren’t ya?”
In answer, Rumiko just smirked and was secretly happy she remembered this from the Databooks.
“Are you now gonna teach me something, Senpai?”
“Eager are we.” Shisui hummed, picking up a leaf from one of the trees. “You need to crawl before you walk, so we will start with this little exercise. I want you to stick this leaf on your forehead, holding it there only with your Chakra. Got it?”
“Got it.”
Well, what should Rumiko say…she had giant problems sticking the leaf on her forehead! First, she needed to feel her Chakra, which had been the simplest part since Shisui guided her and told her how to do it. It was when she needed to stick it with only chakra on the forehead that she failed spectacularly.
It was incredibly hard!
Rumiko used way too much chakra, making the leaf fly away.
“Trouble regulating it, I see,” Shisui murmured thoughtfully, while Rumiko let out a frustrated shout as the leaf once again burst away.
Wanting to check something, the Uchiha activated his Sharingan, looking at her chakra. Of course, a Byakugan would be more accurated, but Shisui still could easily see what Rumiko's problem was.
“Okay, Kohai, take a break,” he told her.
Frustrated, Rumiko looked up at the Uchiha. In the anime, it looked so simple to mould chakra, but in real life, it was a pain in the ass!
Shisui crossed his arms, giving her a small smile. “I know you’re frustrated, but I found out what your problem is. You have way too much chakra for someone your age. The bigger the chakra pools are, the more difficult it is to mould the precise amount of chakra.”
Oh, that made sense! Rumiko facepalmt internal. Of course, she was an Uzumaki! Even without being a Jinchuriki like Naruto, she had huge chakra pools like all of her family. She totally forgot that!
I need to write down what I remember of this world, so I don’t forget it…Rumiko decides.
“So…what are we going to do with my big chakra pools?” Rumiko asked curiously.
“Well, Kohai, the only real thing we can do is pratice. You need to feel for yourself what the right amount of chakra is.” Shisui explained. “This only happens if you do the Leaf Exercise regularly. But know your limits! I don’t want you to die on chakra exhausted.”
“Yes, I got it.”
“Alright. For today, we stop the Leaf Exercise and begin with the physical training. You ready?”
“Yes, senpai!”
Shisui first showed Rumiko how to stretch herself so her muscles wouldn’t cramp up during or after training. The Uzumaki noted how flexible she was in the face of her old life…but okay, she had been 32 when she died, and children are general like gum.
Damn, being so young has its benefits, no doubt!
After they stretched themselves, Shisui and Rumiko ran a good round around the training field. Again, the Uzumaki noted a difference from her old life: she didn’t have asthma. It was a revelation running without the terrible need for air. She wanted to go even faster, but Shisui stopped her.
“No need to overdo it, Kohai,” he told her. “This isn’t a competition.”
So she geared down her speed.
Next up were physical exercises. Squats, push-ups and planks. Rumiko was still in disbelief at how easy she could do it. In her old life, she hadn’t been sporty at all; now she had the energy and a healthy body to do so.
Even though she was still three, going on four years old. She was getting tired. Her muscles started to burn, and she was so thirsty. She could drink a whole lake!
Without saying anything herself, Shisui declared the training over, leading her through the after-training stretches.
“Well done, Kohai. You have good stamina for a little girl. Not a lot of three-year-olds can keep up.”
“Thanks, I just did my best.”
“And you did well.” Shisui praised her and held out his hand to help her up. “When you go home, don’t forget to take a warm bath and massage your sore muscles, or you will regret it tomorrow.”
Rumiko let Shisui help her up to her feet. “Okay, I will remember it. So when will the next training session be?
“Well, we will see each other tomorrow at the same time as today, alright?”
The girl nodded.
“Before I forgot. I’m still an active ninja, so I will take a mission which will take me out of Konoha, and on these days I want you to keep training alone. Do what we did today, till I say otherwise, got it?”
“Yep, yep, got it, Shisui-Senpai,” Rumiko said with a little smile, which made the Uchiha coo in his head over the cuteness.
She looks like a little tomato, so cute!
As if she read his thoughts, Rumiko frowned at him. “Why do I have a feeling you are making fun of me?!”
“What, me? Never, Rumi-Chan.” Shisui grinned with raised arms. “I will take my leave then, bye. Be careful on your way home!”
With that, he made his name as Shisui of the Bodyflicker honour and, well, bodyflicker away from the training field.
“Show-off,” Rumiko grumbled, dusting herself off. She could swerve; she heard Shisui laugh in the wind, so she deadpannend hard.
Kids these days!
When she arrived home, the first thing Rumiko noted was the delicious smell of ramen before Naruto glomped her happily.
“Ane! Welcome home!” her brother chirped, making her smile.
“I’m home, Naru. Say, is this really ramen I smell?”
“I picked up from Ichiraku! I thought you must be too tired to cook after your first training.”
Urgh, that was so considerate and sweet that Rumiko nearly turned into a puddle. Her brother was such an angel!
“Aww, thanks, Ototo. I’m indeed tired.” Rumiko admitted while lovingly stroking his blond spiky hair. Naruto enjoyed this greatly, closing his eyes and leaning his head more into her hand. “Let’s eat before it gets cold!”
“Yuhu! Let’s eat!”
The siblings sat down at their little kitchen table and formally inhaled the ramen. Gosh, Rumiko had loved tonkotsu ramen (Pork Ramen) in her first life already, but the one Ichiraku dished out was truly divine. She completely agreed with Naruto that it was the food of the gods. The rich broth, the cooked noodles, the delicious meat! Oh, she was in heaven!
“Say, say, Ane!” Naruto began between slurps of noodles. “Who is training you? Is he or she a cool, powerful ninja?”
“Naru, how often! First chew and then speak.” Rumiko reminded him with a frown, making the blond Uzumaki smile sheepishly in apology.
“Sorry, Ane! I will try to remember.”
“I hope so. That isn’t good manners for a future Hokage.”
The familiar warm feeling spread through Naruto's body. His sister truly believed he would make it as Hokage and supported him in any way she could. He was thankful for her love, her support and her unshakable belief in him. This made him feel like he could truly fullfill his dream, against all the scoffs of the villagers when he shoutend his dream into the air.
“Anyway, it’s a boy named Uchiha Shisui. He is a good teacher from what I experienced today.”
“What did he teach you? Any cool jutsu you wanna share with your Ototo?”
“Oh, Naru.” Rumiko chuckled, shaking her head. “You don’t just learn jutsus the first day. You have to prepare your mind and body for it first . Remember when I explained Chakra to you? It was mostly chakra exercises and physical ones.”
This made Naruto cutely pout, and his sister wished to have a camera to take a picture.
“Aww, really? So no spitting fire?”
“No spitting fire, no.”
“Oh, man.”
Thoughtful, the blond took a bite of his noodles before he asked: “So what are these exercises like?”
He wasn’t impressed with the Leaf Exercise, nor with the physical ones.
“Are you sure he isn’t playing games?”
“I am Naru,” Rumiko said, amused. Ah, to be mentally also a child! “I will show them to you later, after I take a bath and relax, okay?”
“Sure, don’t worry, Ane.” Naruto then murmured something about stupid leaves, which made Rumiko snort. Oh, her brother was such a clown sometimes. She was happy that her Naruto still had this character trait like the canon Naruto.
After they finished lunch, Naruto volunteered to do the dishes, so Rumiko took her well-earned bath. Her whole body cried out in happiness, feeling the warm water soothing the heavy muscles. With a soft sigh, the girl leaned her head back, closed her eyes and just enjoyed her bubble bath.
However, not long, since her mind wandered. She actually had wanted to wait to write it down, but she could already plan.
The fact that Shisui was her tutor opened up possibilities. If she won his trust, perhaps she could tell him about the future Uchiha massacre? The problem was, what proof did she have? Maybe telling him some Uchiha secrets she could only know from watching the series in her past life? This could work.
The biggest problem was Danzo and his fucking stolen Uchiha eye. He could at least cheat death once with Izanagi…would Shisui be strong enough to kill him two times? Maybe with Itachi's help?
One thing was clear: the Uchiha shouldn’t be alone at any time with the old war hawk, or he would die, Rumiko was sure.
Then again, who knew what shady things Danzo kept in his hand?
Rumiko had thought about going to the Hokage, telling him, lying a bit, how she remembered a masked man with a red eye who killed her parents in a dream… problem was, if they wanted proof, they surely would do a Yamanaka mindwalk into her brain, and then they would know she was reincarnated!
She just knew that this would endanger her and Naruto. Someone with her knowledge was the ultimate weapon and the ultimate weak point. Who knew what would be, what could come, was an unpredictable variable! Rumiko had zero faith in Sarutobi to protect her from Danzo, since he spectacularly messed up by letting the old war hawk spread rumours about Naruto's Jinchuriki status.
No! He would probably hand her over to Danzo, into ROOT, for safety or some shit the Shimura would spin!
It was all damn risky!
Surely it was egostical but Rumiko wanted to live and not to be turnend into a lifeless doll. She wanted to change the world beside her beloved brother Naruto and not leave him alone to face the future.
“Damn it!” Rumiko cursed quietly, grasping her chin-length red hair. “So this is it? The Uchiha need to die? I wanna help them, I truly do, but I have a gut feeling it will happen anyway with Danzo in the picture!”
Hot tears from helplessness and stress streamed down her cheeks, falling into the bathwater with soft plob-plob sounds. It was not fair. It truly wasn’t, but Naruto was her priority, and she couldn’t do anything that could jeopardise their situation.
“I have four years…” Rumiki murmured, wiping away her tears. “Four years…Sasuke was seven when the massacre happened, and a year before it,Shisui died, so three years actually. Three years to make a plan. Fuck, can I really do it? I’m so not a strategist!”
She may be in truth an adult, but right now, she felt more helpless then ever. She felt truly like a child in front of a big new world full of danger.
“What a fucking shit-show…”
The redhead knew she couldn’t relax anymore, so she just got out of the bathtub and started to dry herself. She would put this all far away in her mind; Naruto needed her, expected a ninja lesson, and she would provide.
This was the only thing she truly could do: be there for her brother. Raise him, teach him!
Perhaps she was reborn solely for this reason. To give Naruto the love and support he deserved. Did she really need to be a world saviour?
No.
This was an incredibly difficult task for a defenceless child, which she bodily was, even with her adult brain, what could she do logically?
That wasn’t a fanfiction; this was her and Naruto's life! She owed no one an explanation.
May the gods judge her, but she would be egotistical.
Her mission was to be the best big sister, not to save this world. She wasn’t the chosen hero. She was a supporter, a side character.
And she would fulfil her role dutifully.
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Whirlpool Twins: Two
Rumiko’s plan in life is clear: help her beloved twin, Naruto, reach his goals and keep him safe. But even with the knowledge of Canon, the isekai’d woman will learn how difficult the shinobi life really is and how changing the world takes a lot of planning. Damn, she never was a strategist!
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Ane means Big Sister. ^^
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Chapter 2: A Home for Us
The year the Uzumaki twins celebrated their third birthday, Rumiko packed their small belongings in a backpack, took Naruto by the hand, and turned their backs forever on the orphanage.
Time had passed at a snail's pace. Three years had felt like three decades to Rumiko! Her only saving grace had been Naruto. Taking care of him fulfilled her in a way she had missed in her first life.
From teaching him how to walk to the long nights of pain as his teeth grew and to forming him into a good human, she felt more like a mother than a sister. Well, she was mentally reaching her forties, so no wonder!
Naruto gave her so much love back. He truly was sunshine incarnate, but also a gloomy cloud. Mostly, when the other orphans ignored him, the caretakers were just assholes in general.
“Just ignore them, Ototo.” Rumiko always said. “They aren’t worth your time.”
“But…I wanna play also like the others, Ane!” Naruto then always said back with wobbling lips and tear-filled eyes.
She could only hug him and distract him then. Be it with a game or a story.
The Uzumaki twins truly only had each other.
And well, Lord Third.
Naruto loved the old man truly like a grandfather, calling him affectionately Jiji, while Rumiko was stiff, using Hokage-Sama. She was still bitter that this idiot had to blab about Naruto’s jinchuriki status, so she kept her distance. He didn’t deserve her affection.
In her first life, she had been pretty neutral about Sarutobi, but as Naruto's sister, she couldn’t be objective. The anime and manga didn’t show how truly devastating the hate of the villagers was to Naruto's poor soul. Anyone in canon should thank the gods that Naruto didn’t turn evil. Rumiko sometimes felt the need to burn down this whole fake-ass poser village.
“Ane?” Naruto's voice interrupted her musings.
They were walking hand in hand the streets of Konohagakure, ignoring as best they could all the hateful, cold looks.
“Where are we going?”
“To see Hokage-Sama,” Rumiko answered, turning a corner towards their destination. “We’re big enough to live on our own. I refuse to let you stay in this shi- I mean in this stupid orphanage.”
Yeah, she still had trouble not cursing like a sailor.
Her twin blinked up at her, pretty sky-blue eyes full of wonder. “Can we do that? Just leave? What if someone wanna adopt us?”
Poor innocent baby still had this hope.
“Naru…I don’t think anyone will adopt us. Well, not right now.” she lied for his sake. She didn’t want to totally crush him. “But neither of us is happy there, right?”
“Right…”
“So, just us, alone, in our own flat sounds better. No matrons who punish you for nothing, yeah?”
Naruto bit his lip before facing forward. Rumiko gave him time to think this over. Her brother was actually pretty smart; you just had to nurture him right and give him his space. She had the suspicion that Naruto had ADHD, which would explain a lot.
They had reached the Hokage-Tower when Naruto admitted how nice it sounded not to be put in time-out anymore over nothing. Happy, he agreed with her, Rumiko walked like a businesswoman up to the secretary of the Hokage.
“Hello, miss. Uzumaki Rumiko and Naruto. We want to speak with the Hokage,” she cleared up in her best no-nonsense voice.
The secretary gaped a bit in shock, not expecting such a little girl to talk so eloquently. This made her even overlook how the Nine-Tails Container was with her. “Erm, young miss, Hokage-Sama is very busy. I don’t think he has time to receive you.”
“We will wait,” Rumiko stated, leading Naruto to the waiting couch, both sitting down.
“Oh, erm, alright?” the secretary mumbled, rubbing her neck in confusion. She should make the kids just go back where they came from, but… the eyes of the little girl. These were the eyes of someone far older than a child. Someone who would not take a no for an answer.
Well, she could humour them. Even if the girl seemed older than her years, these were kids. They surely would get bored soon and leave from alone.
However, five hours later, the Uzumaki twins were still there. The secretary named Anzu was just in shock. The female acted more like a mother to her brother than a sister, and the boy actually listened to her. Rumiko, if Anzu heard right, kept her brother entertained with little games, stories and even made him take a nap on the couch!
What was going on?
Anzu had heard through the grapevine how the Nine-Tails container was a nuisance in the orphanage, but this sweet sleeping child right now seemed more like an angel than a demon.
She probably would have stared more, if not for the moment Lord Third stepped out of his office.
“Anzu-San.” Lord Third said to her, hands behind his back. “I will take a walk and visit the Uzumaki Twins. Can you hold down the fort till I’m back?”
“Oh well, Lord Third-”
The secretary was interrupted by the awake Uzumaki.
“We’re here, Hokage-Sama.”
Surprised, Hiruzen turned around. Indeed, on the waiting couch sat Rumiko with Naruto's head in her lap, the boy sleeping soundly, while she seemed ready to go to war.
“Rumiko-Chan? What are you and Naruto-Kun doing? I was just on my way to give you your birthday present.”
“We need to discuss matters, Hokage-Sama.”
Hiruzen raised an eyebrow. He was used to Rumiko's clipped tone, her mature speech, but right now she seemed decades older than she was.
Your daughter is a curious little thing, Minato-Kun.
“Well, then way don’t we go to my office?” he hummed, waving the kids over with a grandfather smile.
As always, Rumiko just deadpanned at him, making him sweatdrop, while she woke Naruto up. A few minutes later, the Hokage and the Uzumakis sat together in the office, Rumiko bringing forth their wish.
“I see.” Lord Third murmured, taking a drag from his pipe.
“Please, Jiji!” Naruto begged in his sweetest tone. “The orphanage sticks! I'd rather be with Ane all alone!”
“What my brother wants to say is simple: We aren’t treated well. I don’t know why, but this isn’t important. Important is how our mental health is suffering. The matrons treat us as criminals, and for the other children we’re lower than scum. So it would be the greatest birthday gift if you gave us a flat to live in.” Rumiko explained.
Lord Third signed, tapping his desk. “I’m always surprised at where you know such words from, Rumiko-chan, and even use them correctly.”
“The matrons may not talk with us, but with each other, and I listen.” Rumiko lied swiftly. No one could know about her whole reincarnation!
“Yeah, yeah! Ane is so smart, Dattobayo! She is also teaching me these big words.”
A soft chuckle escaped the Hokage as he looked at his honorary grandchildren. He had hoped someone would adopt them, and if this didn’t work out, he had planned to give them a flat, but in a few years! But now they sit before him, making clear they would rather live on the streets than go back to the orphanage. The determined look in their eyes reminds him so much of Minato and Kushina, and he just knew they would do this.
He couldn’t let this happen. First, because he worried for their safety on the streets and second, Naruto, as their jinchuriki, was their biggest asset. If word came out he lived on the streets…Hiruzen didn’t want to think about what could happen.
Swiftly, he ignored it as his thoughts wandered to Danzo and his ROOT, focusing back on the children.
“Well, I suppose it can be arranged. But can you kids truly take care of yourselves?”
“Don’t worry, Hokage-Sama.” Rumiko answerd calm, as Naruto beside her jumped up from his chair in joy. “You will not regret it.”
“I will take you by your word, Rumiko-chan.”
It took a few signed documents before Rumiko and Naruto followed Lord Third to their new home. A simple one-bedroom apartment, so the Uzumaki twins had to share a bed, but that was nothing new.
Like a hyperactive ball of sunshine, Naruto ran and jumped around their new living space, ooh-ing and aah-ing, while Rumiko took note that it was at least clean. So she had to worry only about meals today. At least something.
After Lord Third gave them their monthly allowance, Rumiko got Naruto down from the bed, where he was jumping up and down, and placed their few belongings together around the flat. It was not much. A few knick-knacks, a pretty stone Naruto had found for her, an old notebook with some pressed flowers and their set of clothes.
“Jeez, we need not only food and cleaning products but pretty much anything a home needs,” Rumiko grumbled before she turned to Naruto. “Say, Ototo, you up for some shopping?”
Naruto nodded, excited. “Yeah, Ane! Can we also buy snacks? I always wanted to try this chocolate.”
Frowning, Rumiko counted the money they had. They got a good allowance, no questions asked, and had saved up the ones from the months before, so…
“If we spend our money smartly, then I don’t see why not,” Rumiko told him.
“Oh cool! Chocolate!”
The red-haired girl chuckled, taking Naruto by the hand, leaving their home to start their shopping trip. Since they were still children, she calculated that they would need to make a lot of trips to bring groceries and items up to their flat.
Indeed, Rumiko was right. They had walkend how many times back and forth from the convenience store to their flat? Maybe a 100 times? Jeez, she couldn’t wait till they learned Kagebushine! Shadow Clones would help them. She and thankful Naruto were blessed with a lot of stamina, so beside been careful of not been ripped off, shopping went well.
Incredible how the grocery store owner also tried to sell them anything way pricier! However, one thing Rumiko had learned was that when she showed how smart she was, how she could read and count, people were so dumbfounded that they let her be.
The clock struck six in the evening when they finally finished their shopping trip. Both lay down on their couch, just staring at the ceiling.
“Shopping is stupid, Ane,” Naruto grumbled, burying his head into the cushion.
“It’s necessary, Ototo. But I believe we don’t have to do such a big one for a long time. We have all the basic stuff.” Rumiko assured, yawning.
Then a loud growling was heard before Naruto admitted sheepishly. “I’m hungry…”
“Yeah, me too.” Rumiko stood up. “Come. We bought these prepared bentos. A good enough dinner for tonight.”
They eat in happy silence the tasty bentos. Finally, some food which didn’t look or taste like a lump, before Rumiko showed Naruto how to clean dishes. He did a pretty good job of drying them. Since they were so tired from the whole day, the Uzumaki twins just got ready for bed.
For the first time in their life they fall asleep without the cold looks of the matrons and the disinterest of their peers. It was just them, in their big fluffy bed and the moon shining outside.
A better birthday they couldn’t have had.
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Living on their own was a blessing for the Uzumaki twins. Sure, they fought sometimes over whose turn it was to do the dishes, and Rumiko had to remind Naruto to pick up after himself, but nonetheless, they enjoyed it greatly.
Their home was a safe haven from the village's hate and dismissive nature. Here they could just be themselves, which Rumiko took advance off. Finally, she could act like a true adult and give Naruto the proper nutrition and teaching he needed.
Naruto took it with a blast. For him, it was nothing new how grow up his sister was. Well, sometimes he did wonder how she knew so much about cooking, cleaning and managing money, but Rumiko was just that smart! She always had been.
In contrast, the visiting Lord Third was each time in awe of how Rumiko handled anything. She seemed like an adult trapped in a child's body, but that was a silly thought. The red-haired Uzumaki was surely just a genius, no wonder given her parentage.
So, on a rainy day, Hiruzen had a private talk with Rumiko, while Naruto decided to take a walk around the village.
“The ninja academy?” Rumiko repeated, a tad surprised. “You want me to enrol already? I’m not even four years old.”
Careful, Hiruzen took a sip from the jasmine tea Rumiko had prepared for him, giving the young child a smile over the kitchen table. “You’re smart beyond your years, Rumiko-Chan. Such talent needs to be nurtured.”
“I thought we stopped sending children to war?” she shot back, crossing her arms.
“It’s not that we would send you to the field already, no.” Hiruzen began to explain. “You would just get a head start. We would wait till your twelfth birthday before graduation.”
Rumiko pursed her lips and took a sip from her own teacup. Damn, she had wanted to join the academy with Naruto, so she could keep an eye on him, but…this opened up opportunities which could greatly benefit them. If she already learned the ninja arts, she could then teach them to Naruto at home and turn him into the little badass he was.
Also…it could also open a way to help a certain clan. If she learned to transform, she could perhaps secretly reach out to Itachi and Shisui and warn them? Or something similar.
The point was she couldn’t waste this chance!
However…!
“I’m not saying no, Hokage-Sama.” Rumiko started, placing her cup down. “You know Naruto wants to become a shinobi and then Hokage, and I support him, but that’s the point. I support Naruto. I stay with my brother. It seems unfair that I get this chance and he does not.”
Lord Third rubbed his chin in thought. He got where she was coming from. She and Naruto were way closer than normal siblings. She was his anchor in this storm of life, so separating them may not be the best. It could also lead to tension in their household if Rumiko already becomes an academy student while Naruto has to wait for their sixth birthday.
What to do?
“How about this, Rumiko-Chan. I can arrange a private tutor for you, who will teach you anything you need to know, and then when you and Naruto are of academy age, you will go there with your brother. How does this compromise sound?”
Surprised, the red-haired Uzumaki blinked. Okay, that was reasonable, she had to admit. It would give her access to the ninja arts and ensure she would still be with Naruto.
So it was a no-brainer to agree.
When Naruto, in his cute little frog rain jacket and frog umbrella, returned home, Rumiko had to listen to how her brother had found the food of the gods. Ramen from Ichiraku! She had wondered when he would meet Teuchi and was glad he now had another place where he felt welcome.
Since he had already eaten a strong meal, Rumiko made Soboro Don (Ground Chicken Bowl). Fluffy steamed rice topped with brown chicken, yellow eggs and green veggies.
It was still wondrous what a healthy appetite her brother had. He ate the rice bowl with gusto as if he hadn’t eaten a big bowl of Ramen before.
Rumiko was glad that Naruto took her own news with grace. Even more, as she promised to teach him what she learned. She had worried he would be annoyed and jealous, but her brother showed once again what a sweetheart he truly was.
Okay, this is all going well. Rumiko thought relieved. Maybe I can save more lives than just Naru’s, but I will be careful. He is still my priority.
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A bit of a short chapter, but we needed to estabilsh a few things and I didn’t wanted to drag it out :D
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Whirlpool Twins: One
Rumiko’s plan in life is clear: help her beloved twin, Naruto, reach his goals and keep him safe. But even with the knowledge of Canon, the isekai’d woman will learn how difficult the shinobi life really is and how changing the world takes a lot of planning. Damn, she never was a strategist!
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Chapter 1: 10th October
The transition from peacefulness to absolute chaos was shocking.
One moment, she is floating in warm water, hearing the soothing heartbeat of her mother, feeling the presence of her sibling beside her, before she gets pressed out of the birth canal and cries her new lungs out.
It was uncomfortable.
It was too cold.
It was too damn bright!
She understood now why babies cried during birth. Such a shock was nerve-wracking. No one should remember their birth, but she wasn’t so lucky this second time.
She felt herself being cleaned and then swaddled in a soft blanket; however, she was just so pissed at anything and kept on crying.
She cried over the sensory overload and the realisation that she had been truly reborn.
Fuck!
She hadn’t asked for this! She was Catholic; reincarnation wasn’t part of her belief system! She had expected to go to heaven, not to begin anew.
Awesome, she thought in frustration. I have to endure another meaningless life like before. I didn’t do well the first time; why should I do well now?
She knew it was a pessimistic thought, but she didn’t see a chance to make anything better; she saw a giant fucked up life again, only in other colours.
The nurse or doctor who held her placed her in warm arms and ohh! That heartbeat! She knew it. It was the background news since she gained awareness… so this was her new mother?
Mother may be sweaty and tired, but she smelled wonderful. Like Ocean breeze and love, if it made sense.
In her arms, she automatically calmed down and could finally listen to what the adults around her were talking about.
“Hello, my beautiful girl.” Mother cooed, placing a kiss on her tiny forehead. Aww, Mother was such a sweetheart. “Hello, my Rumiko.”
Rumiko? A Japanese name.
Okay, ironic.
She had been an avid anime/manga fan in her first life, and now she was Japanese? Well, that was a plus point to her second life. She could now get manga earlier!
“She is beautiful,” a male sobbed, possibly her father. She felt a gentle, warm hand stroke over her tiny head. “Look, Kushina, she has your beautiful hair.”
…Kushina?
“Aww, Minato. Look at her cute cheeks. She has whiskers, Dattabane!”
Minato?! DATTABANE?!
“Alright. We still have one more baby to go, Lord Fourth, Kushina. We will place little Rumiko in the bassinet.”
“Of course, Biwako-Sama.”
Only half-heartedly, the newly named Rumiko felt how she was taken from her mother and then placed in a soft crib. She was busy freaking out.
For a moment, Rumiko had thought maybe her parents were just really dedicated Naruto Fans, but that the wet nurse also had the name of Kushina Uzumaki, one? No, impossible.
I’m in Naruto?! Rumiko cried out. Kushina and Minato are my parents?! And the baby I felt with me can only be Naruto…I’m Naruto’s twin?!
What kind of fucked cruel joke was that? Rumiko had nothing per se to be reborn into the Four Shinobi Nations, but as Naruto's twin?! Why couldn’t she have been…Rin Nohara twin and somehow nap Obito Uchiha for herself?!
No, of course not! The only guy she had a huge crush on will be the reason her parents die, and she and Naruto will become orphans.
Also, he is what, 14 years older than her and a terrorist with a sickass plan for the world.
She knew her second life would be shit too!
Just my luck. God or whoever screwed me over! Alone in my first life and in my second too! Well, at least I can be there for Naruto and raise him. Also, I get to meet Hinata and become a super cool aunt to Boruto and Himawari.
If she thought about it, this was actually nice. Rumiko had been an only child; she always had wanted a sibling, now she had, and in the future, she would have a family. Add also how she had always wished to help Naruto, to raise and nurture him; then it wasn’t THAT bad of a second life.
Rumiko decide she will just make the best out of this situation. More she couldn’t do.
Absentmindedly, she put her little fist in her mouth, sucking on it, waiting for Naruto to join her and for Obito to appear, so this canon event could take place. Of course, she wished she could save Kushina and Minato, but she was a fucking baby! What can she do against a dangerous Ninja like the Uchiha?
Drool and poop on him?
Oh yeah, that will get him running!
It didn’t take long for Naruto to be born, his shouts showing what a loud boy he would be one day. Rumiko felt dread in her stomach, sucking her fist more. Kushina and Minato were so happy; they now had two healthy babies, and Naruto was just an innocent baby, and no one knew what a catastrophe would happen.
Rumiko felt herself being lifted, staring with her best displeased look at the masked visage of one of her anime crushes, noting how there were two Obito. A shadow clone for sure. If the Uchiha held two babies in his arms, he couldn’t treat their parents. Naruto was in the second Obito's arms, crying his little eyes out, as poor Biwako and Taji fell down dead.
“Fourth Hokage Minato,” Obito growled in his best Madara Uchiha voice. “Get away from the Jinchuriki. Otherwise, these children’s lives will end in one minute.”
You could cut the tension in the room with a Katana, so thick it was. Rumiko chewed with her gumless mouth on her little fist, wishing this whole day was already over.
Watching it on TV had been nerve-wracking, but being part of it? No, she wanted a vacation!
She heard how poor Kushina cried out: Kurama’s Seal was breaking!
“Wait! Calm down!” Minato begged.
“Speak for yourself, Minato,” Obito answered back. “I’m as cool as can be.”
Yeah, while you hold a kunai to my and Naruto's throat, you sexy asshole! Rumiko grumbled.
That was the moment both Uchiha and his clone threw Rumiko and Naruto up, ready to impale them with Kunais, their poor mother screaming for them. Good thing, like in canon, Minato not only caught Naruto but also Rumiko and then teleported them away with his Hirashi-Jutsu.
Lying in her new father's arms with a crying Naruto beside her, Rumiko grasped her brother's little hand, trying to calm him down, while she babbled at Minato.
“Damn, you’re so cool, Minato or Dad or whatever!”
Of course, Minato only heard his daughter making baby noises, while his son seemed to calm down, feeling Rumiko's touch.
“You’re such a brave girl, Rumiko.” Minato cooed in wonder at her. “Already taking your job as big sister seriously, mmh? I’m thankful you and Naruto aren’t hurt.”
In another flash, they were now in one of the safe houses of Minato. Gently, the Hokage laid his twins into the bed, tucking them in, smiling bittersweetly at how Rumiko refused to let go of her brother's tiny hand. He felt in his gut how outstanding Rumiko was.
Other parents may be worried why their baby was so quiet, but Minato saw in her blue eyes a rare, strong soul.
“You’ll be safe here,” he told his twins. “Naruto, Rumiko, just wait awhile. I have to go and save your mother.”
Rumiko met Minato's eyes, trying to tell him how she would protect Naruto. He would be safe with her.
“I know you don’t understand a thing I say, but Minato, Dad, as long as I live, Naruto will not be alone. It’s not fair that I have to send you off to your death; you should raise us, but I will do my damnest that Naruto knows you and Kushina, you and Mom!”
She enjoyed how Minato stroked her baby's hair and Naruto's little cheek, before their father vanished in a flash to get to their mother.
The red-haired Uzumaki sighed, hugging Naruto as best she could as an uncoordinated baby.
“It’s okay, Otōto,” she murmured, clumsily kissing his whiskered cheek. “I’m here, and Onee-Chan will be forever by your side!”
Naruto calmed down, even letting a little yawn out and snuggled up closer to her.
Again, a flash appeared, and from it, Minato, with Kushina in his arms, came. Carefully, he laid his wife down beside their children. Rumiko couldn’t help her own tears, as Kushina hugged Naruto and her to herself, crying. This would be the only time the three would ever cuddle.
Damn you, Obito and fuck you, Madara and die in a ditch, Black Zetsu!
Time was relative in this moment. Rumiko knew it would end soon, sooner than she wanted, but it also passed slowly. She tried to memorise anything she could about Kushina. Her smell, her touch, her voice, her love, so she could give it back to Naruto.
Then it ended.
She was back in Minato's arms, Naruto beside her and Kushina to his side outside the safe house, Kurama howling in the background. Rumiko could only look on and hold Naruto's hand as destiny took its course.
“I need to put up a barrier.” Minato groaned, weak from his use of chakra.
“I can still do it, Minato,” Kushina said before her golden Adamatine chains sprang from her back, trapping Kurama, holding him still.
This woke up Naruto, so Rumiko squeezed his hand, while Kushina was sorry to have woken up her son.
“I’m going to draw the Nine-Tails with me to my death.” Kushina declared. “So we can delay the revival of the Nine Tails. I’ll be able to save all of you with what little chakra I have left. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, Minato.”
“Kushina, it’s because of you that I’m the Fourth Hokage. You made me a man! And you made me these children's father. And yet…!”
Kushina could only smile, and Rumiko's heart broke into a thousand pieces. Life was such an unfair bitch!
“Minato, don’t give me that look! I’m happy that you loved me. And today…is our children’s birthday. If I were to imagine myself alive and our future together, the four of us as a family…I can’t see us having anything but a happy life. If I were allowed just one regret, it would be that I won’t be able to see Naruto and Rumiko grow up. How I wish I could have seen that.”
“Kushina, there is no need for you to die with the Nine Tails.” Minato began, tears streaming down his face, but he smiled as his daughter's little hand patted his cheek. “Preserve the little chakra you have left for a reunion with our children. I’ll seal all of your remaining chakra inside Naruto. It will be part of an Eight Signed Seal. Then I’ll take the Nine Tails with me with the only Sealing Jutsu I can do since I’m not a Jinchuriki, the Reaper Death Seal.”
“But the caster that uses that jutsu…!”
“And one more thing. I will only seal half of the Nine Tails. Sealing a power this immense is physically impossible. It’s also stratigically unwise. If you take the Nine-Tails and its seal with you when you die, there won’t be a Jinchuriki around when he reemerges. That will upset the balance of power between the Tailed Beasts. The Reaper Death Seal will seal half of the Nine Tails with me forever. As for the other half of the Nine Tails…I will seal it inside Naruto with the Eight Signed Seal.”
Kushina gasped in shock.
“I know what you want to say. But remember what Master Jiraiya said about world upheaval. And the calamities that would follow. Two things were confirmed for me today. That masked man who attacked you today is a harbinger of disaster. And the ones who will stop him are these children.”
Huh? What? Rumiko believes she heard wrong. Did Minato-Dad use the plural? But Naruto is the child of prophecy? What’s going on?
“These infants whose godfather is Master Jiraiya. He will open up the future as a Jinchuriki, and she will guard it as a protector. I don’t know why, but I’m convinced of this.”
Gently, Minato laid, under Kushina's protests, the twins down on the ground. Rumiko frowned, not understanding why her father had called her a protector, why she seemed to be part of the prophecy; it didn’t make sense at all, as Minato fast made the hand sign to call for the Reaper, aka Shinigami.
Oh god! Shinigami is in a real, even scarier! A shudder passed over the female infant.
“Let’s put our trust in these children. They’re our son and daughter, after all!” the Fourth Hokage declared. “When I’m finished with the Reaper Death Seal, I will seal your chakra inside Naruto. When he tries with Rumiko’s help to control the Nine-Tails ’ power as a Jinchuriki, I want you to help him out.”
“Our son…our daughter…” Kushina repeats, looking at her precious children, meeting the intelligent blue eyes of her daughter. It seemed like her little Rumiko wanted to tell her that all would be good in the end. “He is our son, which is why I don’t want to put such a terrible burden on them. They will have each other, yes, but they shouldn’t carry it alone! And also, why use the Reaper Death Seal? If it’s just so I can meet grown-up Naruto and Rumiko, even if it’s just for a short while, there’s no need for you to die! I want you to stay with Naruto and Rumiko as they grow up and protect them. I don’t get it. To keep the balance of Tailed Beasts? For the sake of the nation and the village? Why must Naruto be sacrificed?! Why must you sacrifice yourself for me?!”
“To forsake one’s nation and one’s village is the same as forsaking one’s child. Your own homeland was destroyed, so you of all people should know…” Minato remind soft but stern. “The harsh life that awaits those without a country. Besides, our family is…shinobi! And finally, even if I were to live, I’m no match to you. Even though you won’t have much time with them, there are some things only you, as their mother, can tell Naruto and Rumiko. Things that I can’t. That’s a mother’s role. I’m not doing this just for you; I’m doing this for Naruto and Rumiko.”
Minato picked the twins back up. It was nearly time; if Rumiko remembered right, now she really couldn’t help but cry silent tears. Her father kissed her forehead and then Naruto’s. His lips were a bit dry; however, Rumiko felt the love in the gesture like a giant tidal wave sweeping over her, for a moment washing away the horror of the night.
“My brave girl. Don’t cry. Your brother will need your strength,” the blond-haired man cooed. “I will gladly die for my children. It’s my duty as their father.”
Kushina and Minato shared a long, meaningful look before Shinigami's hand got through Minato's body, towards Kurama, pulling at the Nine-Tails ' essence.
“Seal!”
Kurama let out the loudest roar Rumiko had ever heard in all her life, then the Yin-Chakra was sucked inside Minato's body, sealing it. The Fourth Hokage made the stone altar for the Eight Signed Seal appear, laying Naruto and Rumiko onto the soft cushion. Rumiko kept a strong hold on her brother's fist as destiny took its course.
A loud wail left Rumiko's lips, watching, not capable of changing the fate of her parents. Both used their bodies, so Kurama's claws couldn’t hurt Naruto and her, their blood raining down on the children.
Fuck, like it’s a fucking slasher movie. Rumiko whimperd.
“I said that it was the father’s duty.” Minato gasped in pain.
“Then all the more, since I’m their mother!” Kushina grinnend with a bloody smile. “This is the first time I lost an argument. Okay, I understand that you’re determined to do this.”
“Thank you, Kushina.”
Fast Minato summoned Gerotora, so the toad could give Master Jiriaya the Sealing Formula’s key, which the Uzumaki twins would need in the future. Of course, Gerotora did as he was asked, and as fast as he appeared, he vanished.
“Kushina, my time is running out.” Minato warnend. “I’m going to start the Eight Signed Seal. I want to put some of my chakra in Naruto, too. It’ll be quite a while before we can see him and Rumiko. Let’s tell them what we want to say.”
“Naruto…Rumiko…” Kushina started in the most loving and calm voice, making Rumiko listen, remembering every word her mother would say. Even if she technically knew what Kushina would say. “Don’t be picky. Eat lots and grow strong. Make sure you bathe every day and stay warm. Also, don’t stay up too late. You need lots of sleep. Care for each other, protect and support as siblings do. Tell each other regularly how much you love your sibling. If you fight, make sure to make up, talk with each other, and don’t hide behind hurt feelings. And make friends. You kids don’t need a lot of friends. Just a few…ones you can really, really trust. I wasn’t very good at it, but keep up with your studies and pratice your ninjutsu hard. Remember that everyone has strengths and weaknesses. So don’t get too depressed if you can’t do something well. Respect your teachers and upperclassmen at the Academy. Oh, and this is important. It’s about the Three Prohibitions for a shinobi. Be extra careful about lending and borrowing money. Put your mission wages into your savings accounts. No alcohol until you’re both twenty. Too much can ruin your health, so drink in moderation. Another Prohibition is men and women. I’m a woman, so I don’t know too much about this but…All you need to remember is that this world is made up of men and women. So it’s only natural to take an interest in the opposite gender or the same. But just don’t get hooked on bad people. Find someone just like me and your father. Speaking of the Three Prohibitions, be wary of Jiraiya Sensei, Dattabane. Naruto, Rumiko, from now on, you’re going to face lots of pain and hardship. Be true to yourself. Have a dream and have the confidence to make that dream come true! There’s so much…Oh, so much more that I want to pass on to you two. I wish I could stay with you longer. I love you. Minato, I’m sorry I used up your time.”
“Oh, it’s okay,” Minato assured her. “Naruto, Rumiko, my message to you kids is…I guess it’s the same as your nagging mother’s. Eight Signed Seal…”
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It sucked major ass being a baby! Rumiko wished nothing more than to be her 32-year-old self, so she could pick Naruto up and just… well, just take care of him truly!
It had been a few days since their catastrophic birth, and Rumiko was ready to kill anyone! No, truly. The nurses in the hospital take care of her, yes, but she noted how Naruto only got the basic health care cause Lord Third had to open his mouth and tell anyone and their mother how her ototo was the Nine-Tails container.
So she tried her best to put Naruto to sleep when he was fussy; she held onto his hand; she even tried once changing the diaper, only to realise how she was practically a worm now and couldn’t even sit up.
Then came the day when they were put in an orphanage, and the Uzumaki Princess planned to establish her own Akatsuki. The sheer difference in how their caretakers handled her and Naruto made her sick. Naruto could lie in his ruined diaper for hours, crying his little eyes out, if she didn’t make a horrible, loud ruckus to get the adults moving.
Rumiko learned fast that her screams and cries from hell did wonders to give her brother what he needed, so she turned herself into a nuisance of the extra class.
Lord Third came sometimes to visit, then all worked really well, but Rumiko was petty and burped up her milk on the Hokage when he held her. That pretty much stated what she thought of him.
As soon as we can walk and talk, we are out of here. Rumiko growled angrily, as Naruto was once again ignored for feeding. I can raise Naruto on the streets surely better than here!
Not all their visits were a burp-up milk festival.
One time, even Kakashi showed up. Rumiko wanted to hug the poor small teen, who couldn’t even look at them, since they looked too much like their parents. He had tried; she recognised how the Hatake truly had tried to be there for them, but he left not even a half hour into the visit and didn’t visit again.
What was surprising was that Mikoto Uchiha came a few times to see her and Naruto. Once even with Itachi and Sasuke. Gosh, Rumiko couldn’t help but coo at adorable little Itachi and itty-bitty Sasuke.
It had been a nice visit. Naruto and baby Sasuke had rolled around on the floor, while she had sat on Mikoto's lap and played with Itachi's hair.
Rumiko's priority would always be Naruto, but…maybe she could somehow help the Uchiha Clan? Just how was the question. She didn’t want Shishui to die, Itachi to kill off his clan, and Sasuke to become an avenger, but how could she prevent this when she had to put all to protect and raise her twin?
That was the first time she had got a headache in her new life, which sucked major ass without aspirin!
Anyway, the Uchiha didn’t turn up again after that visit. Rumiko had a feeling it had something to do with the tension between the Uchiha Clan and the village as a whole. Then not forgetting Danzo, that piece of crap, with his Anti-Uchiha Policy and boom, all saw the villains in them.
An Uchiha was responsible for this whole mess, yes, but Obito, that sexy bastard, was rough and believed to be dead. Also, don’t blame a whole group of people because of one asshole, god!
Common sense was lacking in the Ninja World.
The older Uzumaki Twin signed, pulling the blanket Naruto and she shared up to her brother's shoulders, making sure he was warm and felt her love.
All was such a giant shitshow, damn, and she was just a reborn baby. Fanfics made it easy to change the plot, but now, in reality and realistically speaking, how can one child save this whole damn world?!
She couldn’t risk dying early or vanishing into ROOT when it meant leaving Naruto all alone! Not in this life. Rumiko realised…she had to be pragmatic.
She had sworn to Minato and Kushina not to leave Naruto…and maybe for that she had to keep a mostly low profile.
Maybe the price to stay with Naruto was to sacrifice the Uchihas…because how could she prevent the massacre?
Talking to Itachi, to Shisui, warning them?
Telling Lord Third he should kick Danzo out of Konoha?
All this was sure to gather attention she didn’t need.
No…it seemed cruel…it was heartless…but for Naruto to not be alone…a whole clan had to die…if she didn’t find a way to be discreet.
Rumiko was never a strategist…that was way over her head!
And yep, there was the headache again!
Letting out a loud groan, the Uzumaki closed her eyes. She was tired. Sleep would help her aching head. For now, she should only focus on getting fit enough to care for Naruto and herself.
It had to be enough.
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I chose Rumiko as the first name because it sounds nice with Naruto, and it also means: child of flowing beauty, which fits the Uzumaki theme :D
Also, Rumi as a nickname is so cute >///<
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this first chapter!
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Whirlpool Twins: Index
Rumiko’s plan in life is clear: help her beloved twin, Naruto, reach his goals and keep him safe. But even with the knowledge of Canon, the isekai’d woman will learn how difficult the shinobi life really is and how changing the world takes a lot of planning. Damn, she never was a strategist!
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The Ballad of the Slime and Elven: 16
After dying via Fiat, Monica Russo wakes up as an immortal elven in a fantasy world—with a sassy RPG System, awkward powers, and a rubber chicken for a weapon. Teaming up with Rimuru Tempest, she stumbles through monsters, magic, and misadventures as she learns how to be a true main character.
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Chapter 16: The Question
The days in the newly named capital of Rimurith were rarely boring. First, a delegation of Demon Lord Carion arrived in the city. But it wasn’t a friendly visit. Phobio the Black Leopard Fang, one of the Three Beastketeers, acted like a giant dick, let’s be real. So Aerith had been glad when Milim smashed his stupid face in.
Then, delegations from the Kingdom of Blumund and the Kingdom of Falmuth arrived, bringing old and new faces to Tempest. At least they acted civilly. They wanted to make their own picture of the monster nation, which wasn’t a problem for the monarchs.
No, this was all easy to handle. What made Rimuru flip out internally was his plan for Aerith. It was time, he was sure, and he hoped with all his soul his beloved felt the same. Rimuru would ask for her hand in marriage.
The diplomatic dinner had finally concluded, leaving Rimuru with a singular, terrifying objective. Once the last envoy had departed, he retreated to his private office, paced three times, and then—feeling his nerves spike—called for an emergency meeting.
The room filled quickly. Shuna and Arisu arrived first, eyes sparkling with sudden intuition, followed by the Kijin trio, and even a slightly confused-looking Gobta, who had been dragged along by Rigurd.
"We need a secret operation," Rimuru announced, leaning over his desk, his slime-self currently shifted into his most earnest human form. "Code name: Operation Forever."
"A banquet?" Arisu asked, though she already knew better.
"No," Rimuru said, taking a breath. "A proposal. I want to ask Aerith to marry me, and I want it to be perfect. Something that shows how much this nation—and her—mean to me."
The room erupted into controlled chaos. Benimaru looked uncharacteristically thrilled, immediately volunteering the best spot in the forest for a private setting, while Shuna began listing logistical requirements for a specialised, intimate dinner that would be "strictly off-limits to everyone."
"I shall prepare the finest silks for her gown," Shuna declared, already mentally sketching designs. “I will ask Christina to help design the perfect engagement gown!”
"I can arrange for the security perimeter," Souei added, his shadow-clones already calculating the safest, most romantic route to the clearing.
Even the Great Sage—or rather, the presence in his mind—felt a rare hint of support. « Analysis: Suggesting the inclusion of light-based atmospheric magic for ambient romantic lighting, » the voice echoed in his head. « And perhaps excluding Shion from the cooking process entirely. »
Rimuru let out a small, relieved laugh. As his friends began to argue—politely—over the best way to craft the perfect moment, the crushing weight of the diplomatic week vanished. For the first time in a long time, the King of Tempest wasn't worried about trade deals or monster politics. He was just a guy, standing with his family, planning the most important question he would ever ask.
"It’s going to be perfect," Rimuru murmured, catching Benimaru’s determined grin. He knew with Aerith by his side, the future wasn't just safe—it was going to be theirs.
The planning session in the office continued, the air buzzing with a mixture of professional duty and genuine, heartwarming excitement. Rimuru felt his shoulders relax as his friends leaned into their roles, their individual strengths becoming the pillars of his romantic scheme.
"If the dinner is to be truly intimate," Shuna added, her eyes narrowing in thoughtful concentration as she tapped her chin, "we must ensure no atmospheric magic disturbs the quiet. I shall oversee the placement of the sound-dampening wards, and I’ll ensure the table is set with the most elegant of our locally crafted porcelain."
"And the food," Benimaru interjected, shooting a knowing look toward the door. "I’ll handle the kitchen logistics personally. I'll make sure Shion is... adequately occupied with a secondary, non-edible task far away from the preparation area."
A collective, relieved sigh went through the room at that suggestion, even from the Great Sage within Rimuru’s mind. « Analysis: Agreed. The probability of a successful proposal increases by 98% if Shion is not involved in the culinary process, » the cool, analytical voice confirmed, earning a quiet chuckle from Arisu.
Gobta, who had been listening with wide, slightly confused eyes, raised a hand timidly. "Um, Master? If you need someone to run supplies to the clearing without anyone noticing, I can do it! I can move fast, and I’m pretty good at staying quiet when I want to be."
Rimuru smiled warmly at the hobgoblin. "I’d appreciate that, Gobta. Your speed might be the key to keeping this a surprise."
As the plan solidified, the initial panic that had gripped Rimuru began to fade, replaced by a steady, glowing warmth. He looked around his office—at his Kijin, at the dedicated staff of his nation—and realised he wasn't just planning a proposal; he was sharing a part of his life with the people who had helped build his world from the ground up.
"Thank you, all of you," Rimuru said, his voice quiet but firm. "I’ve spent a lot of time as a king, focusing on the survival of this nation and the well-being of our citizens. But tonight, I’m just Rimuru. And I want the person who has been by my side through all of it to know exactly what she means to me."
He stepped away from his desk, the weight of the throne room feeling much lighter.
"Let's make this happen. For Aerith."
With a series of determined nods, his friends dispersed to begin their secret work. As the room emptied, Rimuru remained behind for a moment, looking out toward the balcony. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the bustling capital of Rimurith. The future, for once, didn't feel like a series of political hurdles. It felt like a promise. He took a deep, steadying breath, his heart racing with a mix of nervous energy and pure anticipation for the night to come.
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Something is going on, Aerith just knows it.
Milim tries way too hard to act like her normal childish self, while grinning like she knows an awesome secret. Arisu is the delightful maid, but Aerith caught her dapping her eyes. Then Shion and Shuna, who are dolling her up with Christina, as if a grand ball is happening.
It certainly isn’t. She would know as the queen.
“You’re hiding something from me,” Aerith states bluntly, making all beside Milim chuckle nervously.
“We just wanna make you extra pretty for Rimuru!” Milim chirps, her legs kicking excitedly from her seat. “Is that not what you do when you go on dates?”
“I suppose…”
Still, something is going on! All are acting way too strangely.
“Pucker your lips, Your Majesty.” Shuna hums as she delicately paints Aerith's lips a ruby red.
Aerith sighs, though she can’t suppress the fluttering sensation in her chest—not just from the pampering, but from the electric energy filling the room. Shuna’s focus is absolute, her movements precise and elegant as she finishes the final touches on Aerith’s look.
“There,” Shuna says, pulling back to admire her work with a satisfied smile. “You look radiant, Your Majesty. Rimuru will… well, he will certainly be speechless.”
“That is the goal, isn’t it?” Aerith teases, standing up and smoothing the folds of her gown. It is exquisite—crafted from the finest Tempest silks, light and ethereal, shimmering with a soft, iridescent glow that catches the lantern light.
Milim leaps from her chair, her wings fluttering with barely contained energy. “Done! Done! Come on, we have to go! We can’t keep Rimuru waiting, he’s probably pacing holes in the floorboards already!”
“Milim, slow down,” Arisu says with a gentle, knowing laugh, steering the impulsive Dragonoid toward the door. “We have to ensure the Queen reaches the designated area exactly when the schedule dictates. Security and pacing are paramount.”
Aerith stops, her brow furrowing slightly as she eyes the group. “A schedule? For a walk in the forest? You are all acting like we are preparing for a summit with the Western Nations.”
“It is a very important occasion,” Shion says smoothly, offering her arm to escort Aerith out. “One that requires the utmost precision.”
“Have a wonderful evening, my queen!” Christina can barely keep her sob in as she waves them out of her shop.
Okay, if this is not sus, then Aerith doesn’t know.
It doesn’t help that Rimurith transformed while they were in Christina's shop. Magical fairy lights float around, the streets are full of roses and cherry blossoms, Aerith's favourite flowers, soft, eternal music is playing, and during their walk to the meeting point with Rimuru, the citizens wave at Aerith, cry in happiness and send her away with words of love and admiration.
Also, System is very quiet, and even Great Sage isn’t offering any answers to the elven queen.
“You leave me here, Your Majesty,” Shion whispers, bowing deeply before slipping away into the shadows with the rest of the girls.
Aerith is left alone at the edge of a clearing she recognises well. It is a spot Rimuru often takes her to when they want to escape the noise of the city—a private sanctuary beneath the ancient, towering trees. But tonight, it looks different. A table, small and elegant, is set for two in the centre, bathed in the soft glow of the floating lights.
And standing near the edge of the clearing, his back to her, is Rimuru. He is still in his human form, but he is uncharacteristically still. Even from here, she can see the slight, rhythmic tension in his shoulders—the way he holds himself with a stiff, anxious grace.
The digital chime of System echoes in her mind, her voice unusually subdued. [Oh, look at that. The boss is malfunctioning. Shall I initiate a 'Confidence Boost' protocol?]
Aerith ignores the internal commentary, her heart starting to race in synchronisation with the quiet thrum of the forest. She takes a tentative step forward, the soft fabric of her gown rustling against the grass.
“Rimuru?” she calls out softly.
Rimuru freezes. He turns around slowly, his golden eyes wide, reflecting the ambient light. For a heartbeat, he doesn't say anything; he just stares, his breath hitching as he takes in the sight of her. He looks less like the King of a monster nation and more like a nervous boy on the verge of the biggest decision of his life.
“Aerith,” he murmurs, his voice dropping its usual casual tone for an intense, grounded earnestness. He steps closer, his movements slightly hesitant before he recovers his composure, a soft, loving smile spreading across his face as he reaches out to take both of her hands in his.
“You look… You look incredible.”
“And you look very dashing.” Aerith purrs, eyeing her boyfriend hungrily. That black suit with the red tie and his hair in a ponytail makes her feel hot inside.
Normally, Rimuru jumps formally into her heat with his own, and Aerith would be naked and thoroughly pleasured right here under the starlight sky, but surprisingly, her boyfriend just blushes and fidgets a bit.
Huh?
“Erm, baby, erm…” he actually stutters under Aerith's astonishment. “Eat! Yes! Food! Arisu made us a fine dinner?! Are you hungry?”
Aerith blinks, not expecting this, before she chuckles softly. “I could eat.”
“Awesome! Me too, here lemme!”
Like a gentleman, he helps her to her seat before he nearly stumbles to his, making Aerith giggle more.
“Okay, okay! We are here, and here is also food! Awesome!”
“You’re saying awesome a tad too much, Blueberry.” Aerith teases lovingly, and Rimuru rub his neck in embarrassment.
“I do?” he squeaks. “Urgh, I don’t do it on purpose.”
“I know, darling, I was just teasing a bit.”
Loving Aerith takes his hand, rubbing over his knuckles.
“Why are you so nervous, Ri? It’s just us, just me?”
“Just you? You’re my goddess, that’s reason enough to be nervous!” he points out passionately.
A lovely blush forms on Aerith's cheeks, and she leans forward to give him a kiss.
“I love you,” she murmurs against his lips, licking along his upper lip, and is surprised as once again Rimuru doesn’t jump at the chance to be naughty.
No, he just keeps the kiss soft and gentle.
“I love you more.”
“You always say that.”
“'Cause it’s true.”
“Debateble.”
The couple laughs like mischief children together.
Finally, Rimuru nervs calm down, and they enjoy their dinner. They talk about anything and nothing, what comes to mind and what they never said to anyone else. They knew the others won’t judge them, be there for them and accept them.
Dessert is an amazing chocolate cake, Aerith's favourite dessert and finally Rimuru makes her sit on his lap. While eating the delicious cake, they share kisses in between, and Rimuru gently rubs her pussy, making his beloved mewl and keeping her desire at a constant level.
Aerith is in her personal heaven. The taste of chocolate and Rimuru on her lips, her beloved hands playing with her most intimate part and his sweet, filthy words in her ear are making her ready to just climax on the spot.
“You’re so warm and wet, baby. Always so ready for me, aren’t ya?” Rimuru murmurs while he kisses behind her ear. “My pretty girl, my perfect girl. Mmh, I just wanna lay you down on this table and sink into your warmth.”
Normally, Rimuru adds how soon he will do it, while slipping a finger inside her, but tonight Aerith gasps in surprise as she feels something on her behind. Something burning hot and hard.
“Wha…?” she gasps out and gently rubs against it, making Rimuru surprisingly hiss, one of his hands holding her by her hip, while the hand on her pussy rubs harder.
“Careful, baby.” Rimuru groans. “I’m going to cum into these nice pants if you keep doing that.”
It takes the elven beauty a few seconds before she realises what is going on.
“Is that…?!” she whisper-shouts, cupping his smirking face. “Is that what I think it is?!”
“Mmh? What do you think it is, baby?” Rimuru growls, nipping her jaw, making her mewl.
“You know! Don’t tease me! You did it?!”
“Well, me, Great Sage and System. I had to endure their snarky comments, but yep, I’m not sexless anymore.”
The grin Rimuru gives her is devastatingly beautiful, and Aerith just hugs him tight, showering his face in kisses.
“Oh my god, oh my god! Let’s go home, home, home!”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Rimuru laughs, pulling the already standing up Aerith back before she races back to their house. “This dinner was actually supposed for something else and not me gaining a dick. We got sidetracked.”
“Mmh? What can be possible be better than us finally making love?” Aerith wonders, blinking cutely.
“This.”
Elegant Rimuru goes to one knee before his beloved Aerith, holding a hand in his, smiling up at her shocked face.
“Aerith Tempest. Long ago, I gave you my name, which marked us as a team and started our journey together. This year with you has been the happiest in both my lives. I love you in a way that scares me, because losing you would simply kill me. But I would rather be death, then not be by your side. You know I’m not very good at making speeches, but you’re not only my soulmate, but you’re the reason I want to be a better slime any day to be worthy of a goddess like you. I think that’s really beautiful. You made me a better person just by staying with me, by showing me kindness and love. Aerith, Monica, I ask both sides of you, as Rimuru and Saturo, will you marry me? Will you be mine forever?”
Poor Aerith's mouth is on the floor, while big tears fall from her eyes. She is utterly speechless. Never, as Monica dared she to hope to be asked this, now, as Aerith, the possibility had been there, but she thought Rimuru would ask maybe in a few years, when things had settled more.
This shows her how eager he is to truly begin a life with her.
“Rimuru…” she chokes out, trying to say beautiful words back to him, but she is a mess. So she only utters one word. “Yes!”
A wave of relief and pure happiness washes over Rimuru. He lets out a shaky laugh, his own eyes shining with unshed tears. He stands, lifting Aerith to her feet, and sweeps her into a tight embrace. For a moment, time seems to stop—just the two of them, lost in each other.
Rimuru gently takes her hand, slipping a delicate ring onto her finger. It glimmers in the light, a perfect fit. "Thank you, Aerith. For saying yes. For being you. For giving me a home."
Aerith looks at the ring, then at Rimuru, her heart full. "As long as we’re together, anywhere is home."
The two stand together, surrounded by love, ready to face whatever the future holds—side by side.
Suddenly, fireworks explode in the sky, surprising the couple, and from all sides their friends appear, shouting and celebrating hard.
“Did you plan this?” Aerith laughs.
“Nah.” Rimuru smirks, hugging her tight. “Seems like our friends couldn’t stop themselves.”
“Damn right, we couldn’t!” Milim shouts, racing up to them and hugging her best friends. “That’s your engagement party!”
“We’re so happy for you, your Majesties!” Arisu cried, dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
“One of the most beautiful marriage proposals I overheard!” Shuna also cries, holding onto Arisu.
“This reminds me of when I asked my dear wife!” Rigurd wails manly, his son patting his shoulder. “You can clearly feel the love of our king and queen!”
“Congratulations, Lord and Lady Tempest.” Benimaru smiles, with Souei bowing in respect before them.
“Yeah, let’s party!” Gobta shouts from a appearin table and trankard raisend into the air. “To the best masters around, Rimuru and Aerith. Happy marriage!”
“Hear, hear!” all shout.
Then Shion appears with….maybe a cake? No one is sure, but everyone is nearly pissing their pants seeing this thing let out a screech from the depths of hell.
“I made a special cake to celebrate! I put all my love for Lord Rimuru and Lady Aerith in it!” Shion declares proudly.
Aerith and Rimuru find each other's eyes and sign. Hopeful they can survive this food to actually get married!
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The engagement party is still going strong, as Aerith and Rimuru decide to retire for the night. It is time now for their own intime celebration. Something they have long waited for.
The moonlight filters through the sheer curtains of their bedroom, casting a soft, silvery glow over the bed where they lie side by side. The air is thick with a heavy, charged tension that makes the very atmosphere feel weighted. Both of them are acutely aware of the proximity of the other, the heat radiating from their bodies creating a private microclimate of warmth. Aerith's heart hammers against her ribs like a trapped bird, her breath coming in shallow, uneven puffs as she stares at the ceiling, her mind racing with a mixture of trepidation and intense longing.
Rimuru lies on his side, facing her, his gaze fixed upon the soft contours of her face. He feels a knot of nervous energy tightening in his stomach, a sensation he has never experienced quite so intensely before. The silence between them is not empty; it is heavy with the unsaid, laden with the weight of their shared anticipation. He reaches out a hand, his fingers trembling slightly as he hesitates in the space between them, wondering if he should bridge the gap or wait for her to lead the way.
"Are you... nervous?" Rimuru finally whispers, his voice barely a breath in the quiet room. The sound of his voice breaks the spell of silence, causing Aerith to turn her head toward him. Her eyes meet his, and in that shared glance, the vulnerability of their situation is laid bare. They are both standing on the precipice of something profound, stepping away from the innocence of their past into a world of physical intimacy that they have only imagined.
Aerith offers a small, shy smile, her cheeks flushing a soft pink under the moonlight. "A little," she admits, her voice trembling just as much as his hands. "But it's a good kind of nervous. With you, it will be perfect, I just know." She reaches out, her fingers grazing his forearm, her engagement ring twinkling in the moonlight, a tentative touch that sends a jolt of electricity through both of them. The contact is light, almost feather-like, yet it feels monumental in the stillness of the night.
Rimuru finds his courage in her honesty, his hand moving to cover hers, lacing their fingers together. His skin feels electric against hers, a sudden surge of warmth blooming where they touch. "Me too," he murmured, his thumb tracing the back of her hand in a slow, soothing motion. "I've never felt like this before. It's like everything else has just faded away, and it's just... us."
The tension in the room shifts, transitioning from a nervous uncertainty into a simmering, sweet heat. As they lie there, entwined by their hands and their shared breath, the world outside their bedroom seems to cease to exist. There is only the rhythmic sound of their breathing and the mounting desire that pulls them closer, drawing them toward the inevitable collision of skin and soul.
Rimuru slowly shifts his weight, moving closer until the heat of his body is pressing against her side. He reaches out with his free hand, his fingertips tracing the line of her jaw with a reverence that borders on the sacred. Every touch feels heightened, every sensation amplified by the sheer novelty of the intimacy they are sharing. Aerith lets out a soft, shaky exhale, her eyes fluttering closed as she leans into his touch, her skin tingling wherever his fingers roam. The air between them seems to thicken, growing heavy with a sweet, aching need that makes her heart race even faster.
He leans in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that is tentative at first, a mere ghost of a sensation. It is a question, a silent plea for permission, and when she responds by tilting her head back and deepening the contact, the answer is clear. The kiss grows more certain, more hungry, as the initial shyness begins to melt into a primal yearning. Aerith's hands find their way to his shoulders, her fingers curling into the fabric of his skin as she pulls him closer, desperate to close every millimetre of space that remains between them.
As the kiss deepens, the world around them seems to dissolve entirely. There is no room, no moonlight, no past; there is only the taste of each other and the rhythmic thrum of two hearts beating in unison. Rimuru's hand slides from her jaw down to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him so that she can feel the strength of his frame and the heat of his body. A soft moan escapes Aerith's throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated surrender that vibrates through both of them.
The vulnerability of their shared first time is not a burden, but a bridge. Every touch is a discovery, every gasp a revelation. As they move together under the silvery glow of the moon, the innocence of their connection transforms into a burning passion, a slow-burning fire that promises to consume them both in the most beautiful way possible.
The heat between them intensifies, a feverish intensity that makes the air feel thick and heavy. Rimuru's hands, guided by a newfound instinct, begin to roam more boldly, tracing the curves of Aerith's waist and the swell of her hips. Everywhere his skin meets hers, a trail of liquid fire follows, leaving her breathless and gasping for air. Aerith responds in kind, her hands sliding down his back, her nails lightly grazing his skin to elicit soft, stifled groans from his throat. The vulnerability of their nakedness is no longer a source of shyness, but a catalyst for a raw, unbridled connection.
As they move together, the friction of their bodies creates a mounting tension that feels as though it might shatter the very silence of the room. Rimuru leans down, his lips finding the sensitive column of her neck, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. Aerith arches her back, her head falling back into the pillow as a low, melodic moan escapes her lips. The sensation is overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to drown her senses. She feels as though she is floating, suspended in a sea of pure sensation where the only reality is the weight of his body and the rhythmic pulse of their shared desire.
The intimacy deepens as they lose themselves in the dance of skin on skin. Every touch is a revelation, every gasp a testament to the intensity of their bond. There is no hesitation left, only the primal, driving need to be as close as humanly possible. As the climax of their passion nears, the world seems to narrow down to the point where their bodies meet, a singular focus of heat and electricity.
When the release finally comes, it is a violent, beautiful explosion of sensation that leaves them both trembling and spent, clinging to one another in the quiet aftermath, their hearts beating a frantic, synchronised rhythm against their ribs.
They lay still, intervinend, for an eternity it seems, before Rimuru let’s out a soft laugh, kissing behind Aeriths ear.
“Fuck! Now, I know why people love sex…this was transcendent!”
Aerith joins his laugh, nuzzling against his temple. “That was a perfect first time. I don’t know how we managed to come together or at all, but we did it!”
“I was close a few times, I swear,” Rimuru admits, nuzzling his nose against hers. “I think it helped that my cock wasn’t that sensitive or I would have nutted way too soon!”
“So, you still need to work on it?” Aerith ask, her head title cutely.
“Yeah. I’m sure we have better data now to get the optimal result, but baby, what about you? You aren’t hurt or?”
“I bit raw, but in a good way. But…”
“But?”
“Maybe you can make your cock girthy? It felt amazing when I felt full.”
“Noted, baby. So…?”
“Again?”
“Yes?”
“Oh yeah!”
Eagerly, Aerith smashes her lips against Rimuru, who welcomes her into his mouth with his tongue, while his cock, still buried in her pussy starts to get hard again.
They have a whole long life together ahead of them to get it perfectly right.~
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The Ballad of the Slime and Elven: 15
After dying via Fiat, Monica Russo wakes up as an immortal elven in a fantasy world—with a sassy RPG System, awkward powers, and a rubber chicken for a weapon. Teaming up with Rimuru Tempest, she stumbles through monsters, magic, and misadventures as she learns how to be a true main character.
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Chapter 15: Dragon Gremlin Milim
The days following the formal birth of the Jura-Tempest Federation were anything but quiet for its new monarchs. Rimuru and Aerith found themselves at the center of a whirlwind of political maneuvers and surprising reunions that kept the capital buzzing with activity.
The first ripple in their peaceful routine arrived in the form of King Gazael Dwargo, who returned to Tempest bearing an unexpected—and heavily repentant—gift: Minister Vesta. Once a man defined by his arrogance and schemes, Vesta appeared before the monarchs as a shadow of his former self. He broke down in tears, offering a desperate apology and swearing his loyalty to the service of Rimuru and Aerith. While the Tempest Couple remained wary of his past transgressions, the firm, guiding support of their trusted artisan, Kaijin, ultimately swayed their decision. They chose to extend a second chance, welcoming the disgraced minister into their fold.
The diplomatic traffic didn’t stop there. Shortly after, Gabiru arrived at the gates with his band of lizardmen, his ego still intact but his ambitions redirected toward serving the growing nation. The situation could have easily devolved into a misunderstanding, but the intervention of his sister proved to be the turning point. She pleaded for her brother’s redemption, asking for a chance to prove his worth despite his well-documented history of idiocy.
Recognising the potential in the alliance, Rimuru and Aerith reached an agreement. Gabiru’s sister—now officially named Souka—and her specialised unit were placed under the direct command of the ever-efficient Souei. Meanwhile, Gabiru and his followers were tasked with a role vital to Tempest’s future: the careful cultivation of the rare and precious Hipokute grass within the depths of Veldora’s Cave. This would ensure a steady supply of resources while simultaneously providing the necessary isolation for Vesta to establish his laboratory, where he could finally focus his talents on the mass production of Hyper-Health potions.
With the borders growing more secure and their workforce expanding, the Tempest Couple felt the foundations of their kingdom solidifying—completely unaware that a much more chaotic, dragon-shaped challenge was about to drop into their lives.
But, of course, neither Rimuru nor Aerith have any idea about this. For them, it’s just a normal day in their new life as monarchs.
Currently, they have managed to sneak a little break in their home.
Lying naked in their bed and coming down from an amazing oral sex session, Aerith just lies completely broken and delightedly happy in Rimuru's arms, who grins in triumph at a job well done.
“I always thought squirting was a porn mythos.” Aerith mumbles, pressing her face harder against her boyfriend's bare chest, kissing his sternum. “I never was so happy to be wrong.”
This makes Rimuru chuckle, giving her a forehead kiss. “Hehehe, glad to help, baby.”
“You’re so smug!” Aerith giggles.
“Of course I’m.” Rimuru joins her giggles. “You practically turned into a waterfall, it was the most amazing thing I've ever seen!”
Rimuru is still riding the high of his own smug satisfaction, his arm draped possessively over Aerith’s relaxed form, when a sharp, melodic chime echoes directly into their minds.
« Report, » Great Sage’s voice is, as always, impossibly calm, though it carries a distinct, clinical dryness that feels pointedly judgmental. « Individual 'Rimuru' has successfully executed a biological interaction of high efficiency. Physiological analysis of Individual 'Aerith' confirms extreme hormonal saturation and endorphin release. »
Aerith stiffs, her face flushes an even deeper shade of crimson as she buries her nose into the crook of Rimuru’s neck. A small, muffled squeak of mortification escaped her, but before Rimuru could even open his mouth to offer a retort to his own skill set, a different, far more biting voice cut through the mental link like a serrated blade.
[Correction: The 'biological interaction' was sloppy, inefficient, and frankly, a waste of time.] System chimes in, their mental tone dripping with such palpable, digitised condescension that Rimuru could practically feel them rolling their eyes. [I have been forced to record that data. I am officially filing a request for a memory wipe of that specific encounter. It is offensive to my high-functioning processing power to store such… pedestrian displays of affection.]
Rimuru blinks, his smug grin faltering into a look of sheer bewilderment. "Did... did you just roast our sex life, System?"
It’s Great Sage that answers: >>Correction. System is stating facts, Master Rimuru. For beings like them and me, we find the act of mating is highly inefficient and disturbing.<<
[Yo, I’m with Sagey~ Way too many fluids and pleas to a Deity that doesn’t exist.]
>> Agreeing. Please don’t refer to me as Sagey.<<
[Aww, why, my dear? It fits you!]
>>It certainly doesn’t<<
Aerith and Rimuru stare and blink at each other, wondering the same thing. Are System and Great Sage flirting with each other? Well System is doing the most, while Great Sage acts like a Tsundere, but still.
They always thought of them as supercomputers, but could it be that they actually have self-awareness?
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room shifted.
The air didn't just grow heavy; it curdled. The playful, intimate tension that had filled their bedroom was instantly obliterated by a pressure so immense, so ancient, and so utterly terrifying that the bedframe groaned beneath them. The temperature plummeted, and the very walls of their home seemed to shudder under the weight of an arrival that ignored every ward, every barrier, and every sense of privacy they had ever established.
“What the?” Aerith gaps, sitting up. “That pressure…! Rimuru!”
“I feel it too, Aerith! Fast, let’s get dressed and see who that is.”
The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on, a suffocating weight of raw, unrefined magical energy that made every hair on their bodies stand on end. Rimuru and Aerith moved with frantic, practised efficiency, pulling on their clothes as the very structure of their home began to protest.
CRACK.
It wasn't a subtle knock or the polite chime of a visitor. It was the sound of structural integrity simply giving up. The sturdy wood and reinforced masonry of the ceiling groaned, the support beams bowing inward with a screech of splintering timber. Then, with a sound like a thunderclap, the roof was torn away as if it were nothing more than a scrap of parchment.
Debris rained down around the bed, but neither Rimuru nor Aerith noticed the wood chips or the sudden influx of bright, afternoon sunlight. Their eyes were locked on the source of the catastrophe.
Hovering effortlessly above their exposed bedroom, feet dangling over the jagged remains of their rafters, was a young girl. She had pink hair tied in two high pigtails and wore an outfit that looked like a mix of ancient, ornate armour and a bikini. She looked entirely too small, too cheerful, and—judging by the massive, concentrated aura radiating from her—too dangerous to be anything else but a calamity.
She looked down into the wreckage of their room, her blue eyes widening with pure, unadulterated curiosity. She didn't look like she had just destroyed a house; she looked like a child who had just cracked open a gift box.
“Nice to meet you. I'm the one and only dragonoid known as the Destroyer,” she chirped, her voice light and musical, carrying effortlessly over the sound of the crumbling roof. “People call me...the Demon Lord Milim Nava.”
Rimuru stood protectively in front of Aerith, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade, though his muscles were tight with disbelief. Great Sage’s voice chimed in his mind, devoid of its usual clinical detachment and sounding almost… frantic.
>>Warning. Target detected. Identity confirmed: Demon Lord Milim Nava. Danger level: Catastrophic. It is impossible to calculate a victory scenario at this time.<<
[Correction: Scratch that,] System added, their voice uncharacteristically sharp and devoid of its earlier sass. [Abort all combat protocols. Do not—I repeat, do not—engage this entity. You are essentially ants to her.]
“I heard that you're the strongest couple in the forest now. So I came to say hello.” Milim then tilted her head, her gaze shifting from Rimuru to the still-flushed Aerith. “You smell like you were doing something interesting!”
This made the poor couple blush red like pepperonies. This Milim might be an all-powerful being, but she seemed too innocent to know about sex in any way!
“Erm, nice to meet you, Lady Milim. I’m Aerith, and he is my life partner, Rimuru.” The High Elven utters out, no way would she explain the smell of ejaculation! “We’re the monarchs of this town.”
“It's pretty impressive that you could tell that normal-looking people like us were the strongest ones here,” Rimuru adds with a crooked smile.
Milim grins sharply, her legs swaying and points at one of her eyes. “Nah, when you're as amazing as I am, gauging someone's strength is easy. See, my draconic Milim Eye can detect the level of magicules in whoever it sees.”
“Oh, this sure comes in handy, Lady Milim.” Aerith tries to butter her up.
Milim hops down from her seat, landing gracefully amidst the splintered wood and broken rafters of the bedroom. The sheer force of her arrival leaves the rest of the house shivering, but her expression remains one of bubbling, almost childish curiosity.
“So!” Milim beams, her eyes darting around the ruins of the room before landing back on Aerith. “You smell like something sweet, too. Like… sugar? And heat? I like it!”
Aerith blinks, then realises she had put on the clothes from earlier while experimenting in the kitchen. A lightbulb goes off in her mind. Being a former Italian, she knows the way to anyone's heart is through their stomach—and if there is one thing she has perfected in this world, it is recreating the decadent, honey-soaked desserts of her past life.
“Actually, Lady Milim,” Aerith says, her voice regaining its composure as her survival instincts shift from 'combat' to 'hospitality'. “I was just preparing something special. Would you like to join us in the kitchen? It’s… much more stable than the roof, and I’d hate for you to miss out on the fresh batch of sfogliatelle I was working on.”
Milim’s eyes light up, literally sparkling with golden light. “S-fogli-what-now? Is it edible? Is it sweet? I love sweets!”
Rimuru catches the flicker of a wink from Aerith. He quickly catches on, sheathing his sword and flashing a welcoming, disarming smile. “It’s got plenty of honey, Milim, so it’s very sweet. It’s a speciality of my partner’s. Why don't we head down before it cools off?”
Ten minutes later, the scene in the monarch’s private kitchen is surreal. The most dangerous entity in the world is currently sitting on a wooden stool, her feet kicking back and forth, vibrating with anticipation.
Aerith stands at the counter, expertly drizzling thick, golden nectar over the flaky, crescent-shaped pastries. Rimuru is busy brewing a pot of strong, aromatic tea. Milim watches every movement like a hawk, drooling slightly.
“Here you go,” Aerith says, sliding a plate over to the Demon Lord. “Careful, the filling is still a bit warm.”
Milim doesn't hesitate. She shoves a massive bite into her mouth. Her eyes widen, her wings flare out in pure ecstasy, and a soft, high-pitched ‘Mmmmmm!’ vibrates through the room. It is as if the world’s most powerful creature has just been tamed by a bit of flour, butter, and Italian culinary heritage.
Just as Milim is reaching for her third pastry, the door to the kitchen explodes inward.
“RIMURU! AERITH! WE FELT A CATACLYSMIC ENERGY SPIKE—”
Benimaru, Shion, and Souei burst into the room, blades drawn, faces twisted in absolute, protective fury. Shion’s eyes are glowing with murderous intent, ready to shred whoever has dared to threaten their leaders.
They skid to a halt. The room goes deathly silent, save for the sound of Milim happily crunching on a crispy layer of dough.
The trio stares in total, absolute stupefaction.
Benimaru’s hand freezes on the hilt of his katana, his jaw dropping so low it nearly hits the floor. Shion looks back and forth between the pink-haired girl—whose aura has completely levelled out to that of a harmless, sugar-addicted child—and Rimuru, who is currently pouring a second cup of tea for their guest.
“Uh,” Benimaru starts, his voice cracking. “Is… is the Demon Lord Milim… eating a cookie?”
Souei, who usually maintains a stoic, emotionless expression, looks physically pained by the scene. He blinks, checking his surroundings as if he has accidentally stepped into a different dimension.
Milim pauses mid-chew, looks at the newcomers, and waves a sticky, honey-covered hand. “Hi! You guys are just in time! These are amazing! You should ask the lady to make more!”
Rimuru leans back against the counter, giving his confused subordinates a tired, smug grin. “Relax, guys. Put the weapons away. Milim’s not here to destroy the town. She’s just… a connoisseur of fine desserts.”
Shion lowers her blade, looking at the tray of sweets, then at Aerith, and finally at the laughing Demon Lord. She looks like she wants to ask a thousand questions, but the sight of the most terrifying being in history wearing a smear of honey on her nose leaves her completely speechless.
Later, the Tempest Couple, Milim and the three Kijin have moved outside to the porch of the house. While Aerith is cooking in their outdoor kitchen, Honey-Glazed Roasted Pork for Milim, the little dragon gremlin hangs formally on her skirt, hugging her and looking with drool at how the High Elven creates another honey masterpiece.
Rimuru and the three Kijin sit on the outside table, looking in disbelief at the domestic scene.
The sight on the porch was one that would likely baffle any scout or intelligence agent in the surrounding nations. The entity capable of levelling entire mountain ranges with a flick of her finger was currently acting like a needy, over-caffeinated toddler, clinging to Aerith’s apron with one hand and pointing at the simmering roasting pan with the other.
“More honey, Aerith! You said the glaze needs to caramelise! It’s not caramelising fast enough!” Milim chirped, her tail swishing behind her with enough force to occasionally whip the air into mini-cyclones.
Aerith, ever the patient hostess, merely laughed, gently patting the Demon Lord on the head. “Patience, Milim. True flavor takes time. If we rush it, the sugars burn, and it becomes bitter. Do you want bitter, or do you want perfect?”
Milim immediately deflated, pouting with such exaggerated sorrow that Shion actually felt a pang of sympathy. “I don’t want bitter. I want perfect.”
“Then wait for the master,” Rimuru interjected from the table, though he was hiding a smirk behind his teacup.
Benimaru let out a long, shuddering sigh, finally relaxing his shoulders. He looked at his fellow Kijin, then toward Rimuru. “Master Rimuru… I don’t think I will ever fully understand the strange gravitational pull you and Lady Aerith have on the most chaotic elements of this world.”
Souei, eyes narrowed as he continued to scan the perimeter even while sitting, gave a rare, barely perceptible nod of agreement. “The aura she emitted upon arrival… it was beyond anything I have ever sensed. To see her reduced to… this… is logically inconsistent.”
“It’s not inconsistency, Souei,” Rimuru said, glancing at the two women by the stove. “It’s culinary diplomacy. Turns out, even ancient, cataclysmic beings have a sweet tooth.”
Shion, who had been watching Aerith’s technique with intense scrutiny, suddenly stood up and walked over to the outdoor kitchen. “Lady Aerith! Let me assist! If I can help speed up the process while maintaining the quality, we can feed our guests even faster!”
Aerith beamed at the eager Kijin. “That’s the spirit, Shion! Watch the heat on the left side—keep it steady, just like a soft breeze.”
Watching his usually fierce bodyguard compete with a Demon Lord for the privilege of basting a pork roast, Rimuru felt the lingering stress of the day finally melt away. He turned his attention back to the mental link, where things had gone strangely quiet.
You know, Rimuru projected, his tone light. For a system that claims to be a high-functioning processor, you seem awfully invested in how the roast turns out.
[Correction,] the System retorted immediately, though the sharp edge had dulled. [I am merely recording the event for posterity. The thermal efficiency of the outdoor oven is… adequate. And the reaction of the target to the sucrose content is statistically fascinating.]
>>And I,<< Great Sage chimed in, sounding almost haughty, >>am merely ensuring the internal temperature of the meat reaches the optimal level to avoid any health risks for our guest. It has nothing to do with the fact that it smells... acceptable.<<
Rimuru chuckled internally. Sure. Whatever you say, you two.
“Say, Aerith, Rimuru?” Milim ask, her mouth smeared with honey, as she devours her delicious pork. “Have you ever thought about maybe becoming Demon Lords yourself?”
“Nah, it honestly sounds like it'd be a pain in the slime,” Rimuru answers, with Aerith sitting in his lap, caressing her inner thigh.
“Huh? Come on, seriously? Aerith? What about you?!”
“I’m with Rimuru.” The elven beauty hums, taking a sip from her aromatic tea. “Do you want us to be Demon Lords, so you can get more of my honey food, Milim?”
Caught, Milim blushed and poked her meat with the fork. “Erm…no? It’s just lots of fun! And, I wanna share it with my friends!”
No one buys it and gives her a deadpan.
“Listen, Milim.” Aerith begins, the Demon Lord sitting up straight to listen. “If you wanna eat more of my food, then no problem-”
“YEAAAAHHHHHH!-”
“-I’m not done-”
“-Oh?!-”
“But you need to behave yourself and act as a true friend. Don’t you agree, Ri?”
“Sure. This also includes not ripping our home or anything in Tempest apart and also not to fight others in any way, got it?”
Milim pouts and then nods. “Sure. I will be good. Can I have more honey pork, please?”
“Of course, you can.”
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And so thanks to Aerith's fantastic cooking, we won an incredibly strong ally for Tempest.
As my Nonna Elivira always said: Nothing like a good meal can solve problems!
A wise woman, your grandmother, baby. We made Milim an official friend of our nation, and she declared us three best friends.
It actually feels like we just adopted her, since she pretty much clings to me.
Doesn’t help, she declared to make Rimurith her home and practically moved into one of our guest rooms.
Well, we will just make the best out of it, right, Blueberry?
Right, Baby!
But we had no idea that the whirlwind Milim had managed to stir up was only just beginning to gain traction.
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Totally different EP then canon, it shows hoe Aerith being there is starting to change things :D
We will surely see more and more of this Butterfly Effect ^w^
Till next time :3
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And I mean connect and talk, and not trying to sell me pictures, comics, etc., like a lot of people do these days, okay?
My answer is ALWAYS no to this.
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The Ballad of the Slime and Elven: 14
After dying via Fiat, Monica Russo wakes up as an immortal elven in a fantasy world—with a sassy RPG System, awkward powers, and a rubber chicken for a weapon. Teaming up with Rimuru Tempest, she stumbles through monsters, magic, and misadventures as she learns how to be a true main character.
Thanks to anyone who will comment. I love all of you, and I’m so grateful already!
I want to tell you, I’m happy with every interaction. Even sending an emoticon makes me screech with happiness. :D Also, if English isn’t your first language, just write in your own language the comments!
I speak Italian, German, and English, and for all other languages, there is Google Translate. I don’t mind translating your comments. ^^
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*Baby cries as the new nation is born*
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Chapter 14: The Birth of The Jura-Tempest Federation
After we defeated Demon Lord Geld, we held a meeting that included representatives from each race.
We needed to discuss what would happen next.
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The atmosphere in the throne room of the Lizardmen is tight.
No wonder.
Besides Lizardmen, Goblins, Kijin and the Tempest Couple, the defeated Orcs were also present.
Aerith with slime Rimuru sits on a bench before all the factions, their Kijin friends around them. As the ones who defeated Geld and the most powerful beings in the Jura Forest, their opinion matters the most.
Treyni, the Dryad's representative, is also present and begins the discussion. “Well, then, Chairmen Aerith and Rimuru Tempest, would you like to start?”
Jeez, the couple would be lying if they weren’t nervous, but they talked through what they wanted to say, so they were hopeful they could deliver it.
“Thanks, Treyni.” Aerith begins, while Rimuru sits straight up in her lap, showing he is with his partner. “Neither Rimuru nor I have ever done something like this before, so we will just skip the grand declaration and go directly to our point.”
“We like for you to reserve your judgment until we’re done.” Rimuru takes over. “First things first. We don't plan on charging the Orcs with any sort of crimes.”
In disbelief, the Orcs gasp. They had been sure and ready to face their judgment.
“Of course, we know this will upset the Lizardmen, who lost the most men, but please listen,” Aerith says. “This all started because the Orcs faced a famine. Rimuru and me belive that any race in the same situation would have also desperately gone down the same path. This, at least, is our personal opinion.”
The Lizardmen Chieftain hums. “All right, Lady Aerith. Is there anything else you or Lord Rimuru would like to add to that?”
“I've taken all of the Orcs' sins upon myself, so direct your complaints to me.” Rimuru declares.
“No. We can't allow that.” The new Orc Leader speaks up, the guilt clear in his face. “Such a burden isn't fair to you.”
“Too bad. I promised Demon Lord Geld.”
Aerith's heart goes out to the Orcs, who look so small and full of guilt. Without the influence of Starving, they’re just normal people who, in their despair, made wrong decisions.
“I see, then.” The Chieftain says. “Still, I feel as though your decision, Lord and Lady Tempest, is somewhat unfair to the rest of us.”
Yeah, we kind of expected that. Rimuru and Aerith sign in their mind.
[Yo, at least no one is throwing a chair right now!]
Not now, System!
>>The probability of flying furniture is low for such a powder keg of a meeting.<<
Thanks, Great Sage, as always, a great help.
After the defeat of Geld Aerith and System, their new level-up allowed them to share a mindspace with Rimuru and Great Sage, which is handy and a curse at the same time. Especially when the Tempest Couple has to listen to System and Great Sage squabble like an old married couple.
Surprisingly, Benimaru speaks up. “Well, there is one undisputable rule all monsters follow. Survival of the fittest. This is the way things have always worked for our kind.”
“You lost your home because of this war.” Aerith points out.
“Don't you have any complaints?” Rimuru wonders.
“I would be lying if I said we didn't. But despite them, we will not let it happen again.”
Shion, Souei and Hakurou agree with a nod.
“Very well, I suppose you make a valid point.” The Chieftain admits. “Regarding this matter, I do have an additional question I'd like to ask.”
“Please go on.” Aerith offers.
“What do you intend to do with the Orcs? You've already said that you don't want to charge them with any crimes, but does that also mean you're willing to accept all their survivors, Lord and Lady Tempest?”
Rimuru answers. “Even after the battle, there are still 150,000 Orcs, which is a lot. Listen, I know this might be kind of a long shot, but what do you guys think about us all working together?”
Of course, this meets with confusion, so the Tempest Couple explains their plan.
“The Lizardmen will share their clean water source and fish from the lake.” Aerith begins.
“The Goblins can offer housing.” Rimuru continues.
“And our town can provide them with processed goods.”
“And in return for those things, the Orcs will agree to contribute their labour.”
“All the races within the Great Forest of Jura will form an alliance, which will be mutually beneficial.”
“Wouldn't it be cool if we built a nation where all monsters could coexist?”
“Wait, but that would mean you want us Orcs to be a part of your alliance, right?” The new Orc leaders ask in astonishment.
“No offence, but what are your other options?” Rimuru reminds. “A little labour and you've got a place to live.”
“No lazy bums allowed.” Aerith chirps, wagging a playful finger.
The Orcs are touched and moved. Fast, they kneel down before the Tempest Couple, swearing their loyalty. This also makes the chieftain of the Lizardmen agree to the Alliance.
“Does that sound good to you, Treyni?” Rimuru wonders.
The Dryad nods regally. “It certainly does. And the Dryads will offer our protection, as well as the bounty of the forest. Which means we should be capable of alleviating the Orc's hunger.”
While the Orcs cry in thankfulness, Treyni stands up for her next declaration.
“Now... as caretaker of the forest, I, Treyni, shall make a new proclamation. I hereby appoint Rimuru and Aerith Tempest as the Royal Couple of the Great Forest of Jura.”
Following the Dryads' lead, anyone is now kneeling before the new monarchs, who are sweating in disbelief about what just happened.
Are we just crowned King and Queen?! Rimuru shouts mentally.
Am I a queen? I’m a QUEEN?! Aerith shrieks in shock.
>>Answer: Rimuru and Aerith Tempest are now officially seen as the monarchs of the new monster alliance.<<
[Congrats, my dudes! I will add this to your character sheets!]
“The Jura Forest Alliance is now formed. Founded by Rimuru and Aerith themselves, our new King and Queen.”
Aerith, baby, what should we do?! Shouldn’t Treyni lead this alliance/kingdom?!
I know! But it’s too late! We just…have to roll with it, I think, Ri.
Great! Well, at least I’m not doing this alone.
Ditto, Blueberry.
The Tempest Couple clears their throats to speak now to their subjects.
“Okay, then, as your new Slime King.”
“And me as your new Elven Queen.”
“We’re counting on all of you!”
“Yes, Your Majesties!”
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There you have it, that's how I, a humble slime, and my divine Elven love somehow managed to establish the Jura Forest Alliance.
Jeez, I’m still in shock. I’m a real-life elven queen now. Rimuru! We need to work hard to make our country flourish!
True, baby! But together we will manage. I don’t wanna think about if I had to do this all alone!
Me neither. Anyway, we gave the new Orc Leader the will and name of their former king, Geld.
Geld digivolved into an Orc king, and then we spent five days naming all the other Orcs, who became High Orcs.
Of course, this made us fall asleep hard due to magicule loss.
We also decided to name the Lizardman Chieftain, who is now known as Abiru.
The Chieftain's son, Gabiru, was charged with the crime of treason.
Gabiru was exiled. Even though he is an idiot, we do hope that wherever he goes now, he will find his place in the world.
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How time flies is a funny thing. An hour in school can feel like ten years, while a day at the beach passes in a blink of an eye.
Three months have passed since the Jura Forest Alliance was born, with Rimuru and Aerith as the rulers. During this time, the High Orcs learned from Kaijin and the other dwarves valuable skills.
Houses, streets, tools and clothes, the little village now had in quantity, and they even managed to build an aqueduct, so fresh and clean water is no problem. Flushing Toilets, hot showers and a sewage system followed soon.
Also, big streets planned for commerce with other nations are being built, and a traditional Japanese bathhouse is also nearly done.
But Aerith's favourite place, beside the spot with Shizu's grave, is her home with Rimuru. Their friends wanted to build the royal couple a giant palace, but they refused. Maybe in the future, when the little tap tap of feet is heard, they will build a bigger home, but for now, their charming Italian-style cottage is all they need.
The rustic charm of Sicily and the traditional style of Japan meet inside their home. It is a masterpiece of cosiness and of two worlds becoming one.
Sitting on the porch of their rustic cottage, Aerith let out a sigh of pure contentment. The sharp, clean scent of freshly planed wood mingled beautifully with the earthy fragrance of the surrounding forest. If she closed her eyes, the gentle afternoon breeze almost made her feel as though she were back on the Mediterranean coast of her old memories.
Rimuru, currently relaxed in his squishy blue slime form, bounced contentedly on her lap. Aerith absentmindedly stroked his smooth surface, deeply enjoying the rare moment of quiet before the chaos of their daily royal duties resumed.
I still can't believe we managed to build all of this in just three months, Ri, Aerith thought, sending the message through their shared mental link.
Tell me about it, Aerith. When I woke up from that five-day magicule coma after naming 150,000 Orcs, I thought my core was going to melt, Rimuru replied, his thoughts vibrating with a mix of exhaustion and pride. But looking at the town now? Totally worth it.
[Oh, look at you two, playing house and being adorable monarchs,] System chimed into the mindspace, sounding entirely too amused. [Do you want me to play some romantic background music in your heads, or should I remind you about the mountain of paperwork Kaijin left on your desks?]
Not now, System! Let us have our moment! Aerith chided mentally.
>>Report: The probability of the 'mountain of paperwork' causing a critical stress event for Master Rimuru is 84%. I advise addressing the construction logs immediately.<<
[See? Great Sage agrees with me.] System added with a smug mental grin. [We're like the perfect co-parents to your chaotic sovereign lifestyle.]
Please don't refer to yourselves as our parents, Rimuru groaned, shifting his gelatinous weight on Aerith's lap. Though... Great Sage does have a point. We should probably head into town and check on the progress.
Before Aerith could answer, Souei appears out of the shadows before them.
“King Rimuru, Queen Aerith, there's an emergency.”
“Ack!” the royal couple shouts for a second in surprise, as they then register their spy's words. “What?”
“The sky is filled with Pegasus Knights, and they're heading our way.” Souei cooly informs.
Uh-oh, this doesn’t sound good!
Fast, they collected the others. Aerith runs with slime Rimuru in her arms towards the landing Pegasus Riders, followed by Benimaru, Shion, Hakurou, Souei, Rigurd and Kaijin.
In sheer disbelief, they note how Gazel Dwargo, the hero king of the Dwarves, is with the Pegasus Riders.
Okay, if this doesn’t end in trouble, they will be lucky!
“Well, King Rimuru, Queen Aerith, what should we do?” Benimaru wonders.
“We like to avoid a fight, if possible,” Aerith answers for them.
The Royal Couple makes a face as Shion chirps happily: “No worries, Your Majesties. You want me to destroy them?”
“If this goes south, I want you to evacuate the town.” Rimuru signs. “We can buy time while everyone else escapes.”
Their Kijins nod in understanding as Kaijin steps and kneels before his former king, greeting him.
“It's good to see you, Your Majesty.”
“Have you been doing well, Kaijin?”
“Yes.”
Straightening her back, holding secure Rimuru in her arms, Aerith steps forward, channelling her inner queen.
“Ah, the High Elven and the Slime.” Gazel notes.
“Welcome, King Gazel.” Aerith greets, bowing regally. “I’m Aerith Tempest, Queen of the Jura Forest Alliance, and this is my life partner and king, Rimuru Tempest. Please just don’t call Rimuru only a slime.”
“As my Queen said, welcome, Your Majesty,” Rimuru speaks up. Elegant, he jumps out of Aerith's arms, turning into his human form, his hand finding Aerith automatically. “Obviously, this isn't my actual form, but it should at least make talking easier. So, what can we do for you?”
“I'll get straight to the point. You see, I'm here to determine your worth.” King Gazel informs.
“Meaning...?”
“I'll judge you, using nothing but the steel of my weapon.”
With a swift, practised motion, King Gazel drew his massive broadsword. The air pressure around them dropped instantly, a heavy, suffocating aura of a Champion washing over the clearing.
“Hey! Hold on a second!” Rimuru yelled, instinctively stepping a half-step in front of Aerith.
[Warning: The Short King is flexing his power levels. I repeat, the Short King is flexing!] System practically wheezed in their minds.
>>Notice: Individual Gazel Dwargo possesses immense martial skill and an advanced soul. Probability of physical combat: 98%. I recommend taking a defensive stance.<<
“If you insist on boasting about being King of this forest, then it's up to me and my sword to put you in your place. Unless that toy on your hip is just a decoration, you had better accept my challenge.”
“King Gazel, if a test is what you require, then a test you shall have. But let us keep this between monarchs.” Aerith begged, keeping an eye on Shion, who seemed ready to cut down the Dwarf King.
Gazel offered a grim, approving smirk. “Well said, Elven Queen. But I am not here to strike down a lady. Slime King, step forward!”
“Right, right, I get it,” Rimuru sighed mentally, drawing his sword. Aerith, baby, stay back a bit. If things look bad, get ready to use your magic.
Be careful, Ri. Don’t let him bait you, Aerith replied, her fingers twitching with gathered magicules just in case.
“If you can defend against my entire chain of attacks, I'll declare you the winner,” Gazel told Rimuru. “However, I should warn you that in addition to being a king, I am also a master swordsman.”
“Got it.”
This made Treyni appear, who volunteered to be the judge of this match.
“I suppose I should apologise for accusing you of boasting.” King Gazel chuckled. “I think I have a better understanding of what's going on now.”
“Yeah?”
“But regardless of that, I still need to evaluate your true nature.”
“Aww.”
The tension in the air shattered into a blur of pure kinetic energy. King Gazel vanished from his spot, reappearing right in front of Rimuru with his massive broadsword coming down like a localised meteor strike.
Clang!
The shockwave tore through the grass, sending a gale-force wind ripping outward that whipped Aerith’s elven hair across her face. Rimuru had managed to draw Shizu's blade just in time to block it, but the sheer force of the blow drove his boots inches into the dirt.
Holy crap, he’s fast! Rimuru screamed mentally, his arms vibrating violently from the impact.
Ri! Hold your ground! Aerith thought fiercely, her hands glowing with a soft, ready-to-burst magical aura as she fought every instinct to cast a defensive barrier around him.
Gazel didn’t give them time to breathe. He spun, chaining his strikes into a flawless, overwhelming rhythm. Left, right, a sweeping low slash—each blow carried the weight of a mountain. Rimuru was completely on the defensive, relying entirely on his enhanced reflexes to parry and redirect the sheer force behind the Dwarf King's blade.
>>Report: Individual Gazel Dwargo utilises the military sword style of the Dwarven Kingdom. It shares a 94% compatibility rate with the style taught to Master Rimuru by Hakurou.<<
[Oh, snap! It's a mirror match!] System chimed in, sounding entirely too invested. [He's using the exact same style, but his mastery level is over 9000!]
Wait, really?! Rimuru realised it just as a massive downward vertical slash came toward his head. He recognised the exact telegraph. Instead of meeting it head-on, Rimuru tilted his blade, letting Gazel’s broadsword slide down his steel to redirect the kinetic force into the ground beside him.
The earth exploded in a shower of dirt and rock. Gazel froze, his blade buried slightly in the ground, a spark of genuine surprise flashing across his rugged features. He pulled his weapon back, leapt into a graceful backflip, and landed perfectly a few paces away.
Slowly, Gazel sheathed his broadsword with a heavy, satisfying click. The suffocating aura vanished instantly, replaced by the calm breeze of the forest.
“I can't believe you blocked my attack.” The Dwarf King chuckles.
“Huh?”
“The winner is Rimuru Tempest.” Treyni declares.
“Now that we've battled, I know the truth. It's obvious that you are not a malicious being.” King Gazel continues and directs a bow towards Aerith. “Same to you, Queen Aerith. You didn’t interfere in the fight, stayed calm and collected, a true ruler.”
“Oh, thanks.” Aerith chirps with a little smile.
King Gazal praise Rimuru for blocking his attack, and the slime in human form just waves it shyly away, admitting he only knew what to do because his sword master Hakurou always got him with that move. It turned out that Hakurou was also the dwarf king's mentor.
Funny how things in this world go, right?
Anyway, later in the evening, after a wonderful traditional Japanese meal, the royal couple and the dwarf king talk.
“I see.” Rimuru hums with Aerith on his side. “This was about the Orc Lord. You wanted to know who was behind his downfall.”
“Yes, and to see whether they were friends or enemies. Now you understand. Rimuru, Aerith, may I ask something?”
“Sure.” The couple says as one.
“Would you be interested in entering a treaty with me? If you two were to gain control of everything in this forest and its surrounding areas, it's possible you could obtain wealth and power surpassing that of my own nation. And that's why it's imperative that you gain support from another country.”
Aerith and Rimuru share a look before nodding at each other.
“If you’re sure to accept our monster town as an independent nation, then we have nothing to say against it,” Aerith speaks for them.
King Gazel smiles. “Not at all, Aerith, Rimuru. This treaty will benefit both our countries, I’m sure. So, all that's left is for you to pick a name for your nation.”
A name?! The tempest couple shouted together in their mind.
Ri, do you have an idea?!
Erm…okay! How about we use our surname? And, and Jura?
Sounds legit.
Together, the couple spoke the name. “It's the Jura Tempest Federation.”
“The Jura Tempest Federation…” King Gazel repeats the name slowly, letting the syllables roll off his tongue. A broad, approving grin breaks across his rugged face. “An excellent choice. It carries weight, history, and the storm of change you’ve brought to this forest.”
“Whew, glad you like it,” Rimuru mutters mentally, sending a wave of relief over to Aerith.
See? I told you combining our name and the forest's name would sound awesome, Ri! Aerith thinks back, a proud smile blooming on her face.
“Now then,” Gazel continues, crossing his massive arms. “Every great nation needs a beating heart. What shall you call your capital city? Surely you don't intend to just keep calling it 'the monster town'?”
Aerith and Rimuru blink simultaneously. They hadn’t actually thought that far ahead.
Uh, baby? Any ideas? Rimuru turns his human head slightly toward her, his golden eyes wide with sudden panic. Aerimuru? Ririth? Slime-Elf-Ville?
Slime-Elf-Ville is terrible, Ri! Aerith giggles in their shared mindspace. How about we blend our names together properly? Something that represents both of us ruling together. Rimurith, maybe? Like Omashu!
Wouldn’t it have been then, not Aerithrimuru?
Yeah, but that’s a mouthful!
Rimurith... Rimuru tests the word. I love it. It sounds incredibly grand.
“Our capital,” Aerith announces to the room, her voice steady and full of royal poise, “shall be known as the city of Rimurith.”
The moment the name Rimurith leaves Aerith’s lips, the heavy silence of the room shatters into absolute pandemonium.
“Oh, a perfect blend between our King and Queen!” Rigurd bellows, sobbing so violently that his brawny shoulders shake. He wipes a cascade of manly tears from his face, his voice booming with pure devotion. “The eternal bond of our sovereigns, carved into the very foundation of our home! I shall have the stonemasons engrave it into the city gates immediately!”
Beside him, Shion’s eyes light up with a dangerous, ecstatic fervour. She tightly hugs her broadsword to her chest, looking like she might faint from sheer adoration. “Rimurith... it sounds like a holy sanctuary! Lord Rimuru, Lady Aerith, your love and unity will shield this capital forever! If anyone dares speak its name with disrespect, I will personally slice them in two!”
“Hey, hey, let’s not slice anyone just yet!” Rimuru laughs nervously, sweating a little at her enthusiasm.
Benimaru lets out a warm, genuinely proud chuckle. He crosses his arms, looking over at the royal couple with deep respect. “A fine name. It sounds strong, but graceful. It carries the weight of both your souls. We will defend the city of Rimurith with our lives.”
Hakurou strokes his white beard, nodding in quiet agreement. “A magnificent choice, Your Majesties. A city named after the two pillars holding up this forest. It seems my pupil has truly grown into a proper king.”
From the corner of the room, Souei melts out of the shadows, kneeling instantly with his head bowed. “The shadows of Rimurith are completely at your disposal, King Rimuru, Queen Aerith. No threat will cross its borders undetected.”
Kaijin bursts into a booming laugh, slapping his knee hard enough to rattle his armour. “Haha! Rimurith! Now that's got a ring to it! Sounds like a place where a dwarf can craft some legendary gear. I’d better get to work on the blueprints for the grand plaza!”
King Gazel looks between Rimuru and Aerith, watching their subtly flustered faces as their subordinates cheer. He lets out a hearty, deep laugh that echoes through the room. “Rimurith... Hah! A bit sentimental, but it suits you two perfectly. A kingdom born from a partnership. Let us see how grand this capital becomes, Slime King, Elven Queen.”
Inside the shared mindspace, the chaos is just as loud.
[Oh, look at that, the crowd is absolutely eating up the romance,] System cheers, throwing virtual confetti into their heads. [I'm updating the geographical maps right now. 'The City of Rimurith.' It has a nice, cosy, domestic-tyrant vibe to it.]
<<Notice: The emotional levels of the citizens have increased by 300%. The name 'Rimurith' has effectively solidified national unity and raised morale to maximum capacity.>>
Ugh, my cheeks are burning... everyone is staring so intensely! Aerith thinks, her elven ears flushing a bright pink even as she maintains her flawless, regal posture for the crowd.
Tell me about it! Rimuru replies mentally, scratching his cheek sheepishly while his hand automatically finds hers, squeezing it tightly. But hey... it really does sound perfect. Here's to our new home, Aerith.
Here's to Rimurith, Ri.
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In that moment, a new nation was born, and the names Jura Tempest Federation and Capital City Rimurith were engraved into history for the first time.
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So, some changes from canon.
First, I made Rimuru and Aerith King and Queen, since it sounds better than being counsellors. :/
Also, Rimuru is a king, and Aerith is a queen, just make it official. XD
Then, of course, the capital name is not Rimuru; in this world, it’s Rimurith since it’s just stupid to name the capital after one of the leaders.
Well, this is all my personal taste, and I hope you can deal with it ^^
See you next time, when she will finally join.
MILIM!!!!!!
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I made a Discord. Does someone want to connect with me?
And I mean connect and talk, and not trying to sell me pictures, comics, etc., like a lot of people do these days, okay?
My answer is ALWAYS no to this.
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The Ballad of the Slime and Elven: 13
After dying via Fiat, Monica Russo wakes up as an immortal elven in a fantasy world—with a sassy RPG System, awkward powers, and a rubber chicken for a weapon. Teaming up with Rimuru Tempest, she stumbles through monsters, magic, and misadventures as she learns how to be a true main character.
Thanks to anyone who will comment. I love all of you, and I’m so grateful already!
I want to tell you, I’m happy with every interaction. Even sending an emoticon makes me screech with happiness. :D Also, if English isn’t your first language, just write in your own language the comments!
I speak Italian, German, and English, and for all other languages, there is Google Translate. I don’t mind translating your comments. ^^
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Soon Milim, my Dragon Gremlin Child :D
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Chapter 13: Tempest Couple Vs Orc Lord
Exactly a week after Souei in our name proposed an alliance between the Lizardmen and us, we're heading to the marshlands to meet with the Lizardman Chieftain.
Once we're there, we'll sign the treaty and help defeat the Orc army.
The members of our party include: Benimaru, Shion, Hakurou, and Souei, who's out scouting.
Of course, Ranga and Nyx are here.
And our Goblin Riders.
Led by, believe it or not, Gobta, who miraculously survived Shion's cooking, because he just got himself the poison resistance skill.
We left Rigurd and the rest of our gang to guard the village.
We instructed them to evacuate if anything happens to us.
Now we can only hope and pray all will work out good fur us!
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Aerith would be lying if she said riding into battle on the back of a majestic Tempest Wolf, wearing the new special battle outfit Kaijin made for her, beside her beloved Rimuru, and behind them, their party is not epic! Sure, they would need to face the Orc Lord, but thanks to Lionheart, she is calm and collected. Aerith believe in Rimuru and herself and knows they can win this.
Another choice they don’t have.
The elve beauty reads once again her new updated character sheet. She had levelled up enormously in preparation for this day.
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CHARACTER STATUS SHEET: AERITH TEMPEST
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Aerith Tempest (Formerly Monica Russo)
Identity: Reborn Otherworlder (31-year-old from Sicily, Italy)
Race: High Elf (Divine Beauty Variant)
Disaster Rank: Special A (Calamity Grade / High-Tier Demon Lord Seed)
Class/Role: The Unbreakable Vanguard Cleric / Supreme Co-Ruler of Hobgoblins, Tempest Wolves and Kijin
Affiliation: Team Tempest (Partner-in-arms and Romantic Partner to Rimuru Tempest)
BIOGRAPHY Having conquered the struggles of the early Jura Forest, Aerith has evolved into a legendary figure standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Rimuru. Now Level 50, she is no longer just a protector; she is the divine, unbreakable pillar of the village. As the terrifying 2000-strong Orc Army marches, Aerith rides alongside Rimuru to face the Orc Lord.
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ATTRIBUTES AND PARAMETERS
Current Level: Level 50 (Massive milestone reached through extensive dungeon clearing, campaign victories, and high-tier boss subjugations.)
Magicules: Calamity-Class / Overwhelming (Amplified by 50 levels of growth and her permanent +30% quest multipliers. Her mana signature is easily mistaken for a True Demon Lord's.)
Physical Beauty: Supreme Goddess Grade (An ethereal, mesmerising presence that completely commands any room or battlefield. Her proximity still causes regular, severe core-temperature spikes and flustered restarts in Rimuru.)
Durability: Absolute + (Her passive Guard and Immortality have scaled to a point where she can withstand high-tier tactical magic and anti-army physical strikes without taking a single point of damage.)
Combat Range: All-Range / Aerial Domination (Upgraded via System Shop purchase, granting her flawless 360-degree aerial combat capabilities.)
Reputation: Living Mythos (Worshipped as a literal Goddess of Victory by the Hobgoblins and Kijin; deeply respected as an apex predator by Tempest Wolves.)
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UNIQUE AND EXTRA SKILLS
SYSTEM
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System Progress: Mid-Game Tier. The shop functions have fully unlocked, allowing high-tier luxury and utility purchases.
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Credit Wallet: Depleted (Spent a massive fortune on the recent Shop Unlock).
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Voice of the Guide: Highly intelligent, deeply sarcastic, and now possesses unique commentary regarding Aerith's relationship dynamics with Rimuru.
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JACK-OF-ALL-TRADES
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Sub-Skill - Berserker (Level 50 Scaled): When triggered, her physical strikes can shatter mountains and bypass standard physical resistances.
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Sub-Skill - Guard (Perfected): Creates an invisible, pressurised layer of magiccules over her skin. Combined with her unbreakable bone structure, she is completely immune to conventional weaponry.
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Sub-Skill - Support (Divine AoE): Her healing has evolved into localised weather phenomena (e.g., Miracle Rain), capable of fully restoring entire battalions simultaneously.
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LIONHEART
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Absolute Fortitude: Completely nullifies the psychological horror of the Orc Army's Starving aura. While others feel despair, Aerith remains perfectly cool, analytical, and ready to fight.
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EXTRA SKILLS, TRAITS AND RESISTANCES
Extra Skill: IMMORTALITY Absolute cellular regeneration. Even if vaporised, her high-tier elven soul and magiccules pull her physical form back together instantly.
Magic Mastery: STEAM MASTER Fire/Water/Steam Mastery: Evolved to tactical, army-wiping scales. She can now manifest superheated steam explosions that flash-boil enemy vanguard lines or create boiling mist screens that blind entire armies.
New Trait: DIVINE FAIRY WINGS Purchased from the System Shop. A pair of iridescent, high-density magiccule wings. Grants perfect aerial mobility, supernatural flight speed, and seamless integration with her All-Range combat style.
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EQUIPMENT AND CURRENT STATUS
Equipped Armour: Goddess-Vanguard Battle Regalia, Goddess Whip Sword (Both created by Kaijin)
Current Status: Riding on Nyx, the female alpha, alongside Rimuru Tempest.
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ACTIVE QUEST LOG
Main-Quest: The Subjugation of the Orc Lord!
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Objective: Defeat Orc Lord and break the 2000-strong horde.
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Difficulty: Catastrophe Grade
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Potential Rewards: Pending System Update upon completion...
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If this is not overpowered, then I don’t know. Aerith thought with a slight frown.
[…]
I can hear you practically pouting, System.
[Pff! I just hate I got so little screen time these past days!]
What do you mean? We talk always.
[Yeah, off screen…]
Before Aerith could even ask what her pouty System meant by that, Rimuru called out: “Assume battle formation. We're riding to help Souei.”
“Right behind, Ri!” Aerith called.
“Sir!” their party shouted.
“Let's do it!” Gobta added excitedly.
However, as they reached the battleground, they only found dead Orcs.
“Uh, Lord Rimuru? I thought you said there was a battle.” Gobta asks, confused.
“He didn't leave any fun for us.” Benimaru signs.
“Well, that’s Souei for you,” Rimuru said to an owlish blinking Aerith. “He has some mad skill.”
The Tempest Couple find Souei holding a female Lizardman in his arms.
“She has been injured,” the ninja simply informs.
Aerith nods, holding her hands over the injured. “On it.”
A magic circle with a star inside forms and rains down green healing magicules. A few seconds later, the healed female Lizardman wakes up, sitting up in disbelief.
“What? My wound? But I was certain that it was fatal,” she gasps, before turning ot Aerith. “Who are you?”
“I’m Aerith Tempest, and he is my co-leader and boyfriend, Rimuru Tempest.”
Immediately, the female Lizard goes on her hands and knees, begging: “Please, I need your help, Lord and Lady Tempest. Will you save my father, the Lizardman Chieftain, as well as my brother, Gabiru? They're in grave danger.”
“Wait, you're Gabiru's sister?” Rimuru asks in disbelief. She seems way more competent than this idiot.
“Yes.”
“What happened?”
So Gabiru's sister tells them how this utter idiot Gabiru not only staged a rebellion and improsend his family, no he really believes he has a chance against the Orc Army and Orc Lord. The chieftain managed to help her escape as the guards weren’t looking, so she could warn them.
“I know that this is a selfish request, especially after we broke our promise to wait for you, but still, a powerful couple like you could surely help. I'll do anything you want. I'm begging you. Save my people.”
“Very well spoken,” Shion answered for the Tempest Couple, placing a hand on Gabiru’s sister's back. “That you recognise our lord's and ladies' power speaks of your great potential.”
“Uh, hold on a minute,” Rimuru calls in between, but Aerith places a hand on his shoulder and shakes her head. “Let it happen, we can’t stop Shion.”
Indeed, it’s true. Shion helps Gabiru's sister up and promises in Rimuru and Aerith's name to save the Lizardmen. The female Lizard cries tears of joy, thanking them over and over again.
“Shion is really a secretary.” Rimuru murmurs to Aerith. “She just takes jobs without asking us first.”
“Not like, we didn’t plan on fighting the Orc Lord and his army.” Aerith points out, and Rimuru nods in agreement, before the High Elven turn to Gabiru’s sister. “You said you’re the chieftain’s daughter, right?”
“Yes,” she confirmed, kneeling down before Aerith and Rimuru. “I'm yours to command, my lady, my lord.”
“Good. Then you'll act as the Chieftain's proxy. Do you object to forging an alliance right here and now?”
“No. Not at all.”
Together, the Tempest couple speaks: “Then it's settled. Consider us your new allies.”
“Right. Thank you.”
Rimuru turns to Souei then.
“Souei, can you use Shadow Movement to get to the Chieftain?”
“Of course I can.”
Man, his skills are legit. Rimuru thinks.
Souei is just so cool! Aerith swoons a tiny bit in her mind.
“Please go and rescue the Lizardman Chieftain.”
“Yes, sir.”
He said and shushued away like the badass Ninja he is.
Gabiru’s sister thanks them from the deep of their heart, then Rimuru and Aerith give the command to contine their marsh. They have some idiots of Lizardmen to save.
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As the marshlands finally open up before them, the sheer scale of the conflict becomes blindingly obvious. Below, a chaotic sea of yellow-skinned Orcs is clashing violently with a desperately surrounded faction of Lizardmen.
"Alright, Aerith," Rimuru says, his tone shifting from casual boyfriend to a determined leader. "It's time to show them what the Tempest Couple can do. You ready to try out those new wings?"
Aerith smirks, her heterochromatic eyes flashing with excitement. "Oh, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to use these. Watch and learn, Ri."
Focusing her intent, Aerith taps into her newly purchased trait. From her shoulder blades, a brilliant burst of light erupts. High-density, iridescent magiccules weave together in a fraction of a second, forming a pair of breathtaking Divine Fairy Wings. They shimmer with a soft, ethereal glow, completely matching her supreme goddess-grade beauty. With a gentle flap, she effortlessly lifts off the back of Nyx, hovering gracefully in the air.
Rimuru’s jaw practically drops, his slime core experiencing another one of those regular, severe temperature spikes. 'Wow... she really is a literal goddess,' he thinks, completely mesmerised, before quickly snapping out of it. He unleashes his own dark, bat-like wings and flies up to join her.
Together, the Tempest Couple soar high above the battlefield, tracking the movements of their forces like two deities overlooking a chessboard.
[Oh, sure, show off the expensive shiny wings. Don't mind me, just the broke System sitting in the background with an empty wallet.]
'Hush, you,' Aerith thinks back with an amused mental giggle. 'You're the one who let me buy them. Now watch the show!'
Down below, their party hits the Orc vanguard like a meteor. Even from hundreds of feet in the air, the spectacle is breathtaking.
Benimaru is a walking natural disaster. With a casual swing of his hand, a massive wall of black purgatory flames erupts, incinerating dozens of Orcs in a single blink. Hakurou moves like a ghost. He strolls through the chaotic battlefield with calm, measured steps, his blade moving faster than the eye can follow. Heads roll, and limbs fly before the Orcs even realise they are dead. Shion is sheer, unadulterated chaos. She swings her massive greatsword with terrifying ease, smashing through armoured Orc lines and sending bodies flying into the air like ragdolls. Gobta and the Goblin Riders are executing flawless hit-and-run tactics, darting through the confusion and causing absolute mayhem.
"Man, they really aren't leaving any fun for us, are they?" Rimuru comments, flying shoulder-to-shoulder with Aerith as they watch the Orc army of thousands get absolutely dismantled by a handful of their friends.
"They're just eager to impress us," Aerith replies with a soft laugh, her fairy wings beating gracefully against the wind. She crosses her arms, her Goddess Whip Sword resting at her hip, completely relaxed thanks to her Lionheart skill nullifying the oppressive, starving aura of the horde. "Besides, our main target hasn't even stepped onto the field yet. The Orc Lord is still waiting."
Rimuru looks at her, a confident smile spreading across his face. "Yeah. Let's let the guys clean up the vanguard. Once the big boss shows his face, we'll finish this together."
Hovering side-by-side in the sky, bathed in the light of Aerith's divine wings, the couple is prepared to bring down a calamity.
Suddenly, the sky turns grey, storm clouds appear, black lightnings hit the ground, and dozens of tornadoes lay waste to the Orc Army.
“What’s that?!” Aerith shouts in awe.
“That’s an attack called Death Storm,” Rimuru answers her, smiling. “Great Sage said Ragna and Nyx let them lose.”
“Aww, I’m so proud of our wolfies! They deserve an extra big steak each!”
Thanks to Ragna and Nyx, who digivolved into Tempest Star Wolves and also the destructive power of Benimaru, Hakurou and Shion, the once giant Orc army is no more. Maybe a 1000 remain or so.
Which means it is simpler for the Tempest Couple to find the Orc Lord.
“There he is, Ri.” Aerith points at the biggest Orc in red armour. “Ready?”
“Ready, babe.”
That’s when a red ball of magicules smashed down on the ground, revealing a demon. But not just a random Demon, it’s Gelmud. The one who once gave Rigurd's oldest son his name and also the one who had been at Ogre Village before it’s destrution.
Turns out Gelmud and someone else planned to make a new Demon Lord to rule over the Jura Forest, using the Orc Lord and making him eat all the named monsters so he could digivolve to Orc Distare. This includes Gabiru, who, in disbelief, hears Gelmud's true thoughts about him. He is just a nuisance and only good as food for the Orc Lord.
Gelmud decides then, after the Orc Lord just does nothing, to kill Gabiru himself, but the first attack, Gabiru’s three loyal men block with their bodies. As the demon sends his second wave at the still-standing Lizardman, Rimuru and Aerith appear as living shields.
With only one hand, Rimuru absorbs the devastating demon attack like nothing.
“Wow. Was that superior?” the slime in human form mocks. “You can't kill anyone with that weak sauce move.”
“No... Impossible.” Gelmud gasps in shock.
“Ah, the elven goddess came to save us?” Gabiru utters in confusion.
Aerith turn around, throwing at Gabiru Rimuru Healing Potions. “Yup, my boyfriend and I. Take this Lizard Boi for your comrades. Healing potions.”
“Ah, thanks, Great Elven Goddess!”
Fast Gabiru uses them, while the Tempest Couple faces Gelmud.
“Let’s do this,” Rimuru says, trapping the surprised demon in his Steal Threads. Calmy, Aerith and Rimuru walk up to him.
“You. How dare you? Don't you know who I am?!”
As an answer, Rimuru sucker punches Gelmud in the stomach.
“You'll pay for that!”
Now it’s Aerith's turn, and she kicks the demon so hard flies out of Rimuru Steal Threads.
“You keep on talkin' like you're some kinda big shot, but you seem pretty pathetic to us. Right, Aerith?”
“Truly pathetic, my dear Rimuru.”
“Okay, listen. Why don't you two and I team up? We'll-- Ah!”
The couple just kicks him down on the ground, making Gelmud land directly before the Orc Lord.
“Damn, you guys! You're finished, you hear me? I'm going to make you regret this!”
“You said he earlier. Who was it you were talking about?” Rimuru ask in a fake friendly tone.
“Why don’t you start to sing and tell us who the real mastermind is, Bird Mask?” Aerith adds.
Gelmud doesn’t listen to them, turning to the Orc Lord, whose name is Geld, and practically commands him to kill anyone, to make especially pay Aerith and Rimuru for being brats to him. However, life is kind of an asshole trickster, since Geld just beheads Gelmud and begins to eat him.
“Okay…now I have seen anything.” Aerith murmurs in shocked awe, uncurling her Whip Sword. This will turn ugly, no doubt.
Thanks to eating the demon Gelmud, the Orc Lord Geld digivolves into the Orc Disaster, a new Demon Lord. Geld is now stronger, bigger, taller, and his aura is intense. Lesser beings would drop dead for sure.
The Tempest Couple gets ready to fight him, but their Kijin friends and Tempest Wolves try their luck first. Sadly, neither attack works to kill off Geld, so after Nyx and Ragna go back into their masters' shadows, Rimuru and Aerith get ready.
"Let's take the high ground!" Rimuru shouts, unleashing his dark, bat-like wings and blasting into the sky.
Aerith doesn't hesitate. With a powerful beat of her iridescent Divine Fairy Wings, she soars upward alongside him, leaving a trail of shimmering, high-density magiccules in her wake. Her all-around combat capabilities unlock flawlessly, giving her a perfect 360-degree view of the monster below.
"Don't let him gather his strength! Let's hit him together!" Rimuru commands.
"On it! Steam Master: Flash-Boil!" Aerith counters.
Hovering gracefully in the air, Aerith extends her left hand. Instantly, the sky around Geld distorts as a massive localized cloud of superheated, pressurized steam manifests out of thin air. It isn't just hot water vapour—it is tactical, army-wiping thermal energy. With a deafening explosion, the steam erupts inward, flash-boiling the muddy ground and wrapping the Orc Disaster in a blinding, blistering white mist.
Geld roars in agony as the sheer heat begins to melt the outer layers of his armour. But before he can even process the burning pain, Rimuru follows up.
"Black Flame!" Rimuru roars, unleashing a spiralling torrent of pitch-black purgatory fire directly into the steam cloud.
The combination of superheated steam and inextinguishable black flames creates a catastrophic thermodynamic reaction. The explosion rocks the entire marshland, sending a shockwave that blows back the remaining Orc forces and leaves a massive, smoking crater where Geld stands.
As the smoke clears, the Orc Disaster stands in the centre of the crater, his flesh peeling back and regenerating at a sickening speed. The Starving skill is forcing his body to consume its own energy reserves to heal. Enraged beyond reason, Geld locks his yellow eyes onto the shimmering figure of Aerith.
With a speed that defies his massive bulk, Geld leaps hundreds of feet into the air, raising his colossal meat cleaver high above his head. He brings it down directly toward Aerith with enough force to splinter a mountain.
"Aerith, watch out!" Rimuru cries out, rushing to intercept.
"I've got this, Ri! Test my defence!" Aerith shouts back, refusing to dodge.
She crosses her arms as her unique skill, Jack-of-All-Trades: Guard (Perfected), activates instantly. An invisible, hyper-pressurised layer of magiccules coats her skin, reinforcing her already unbreakable bone structure.
The massive cleaver strikes Aerith dead-on with a deafening clang. The shockwave of the impact clears the sky of clouds, but Aerith doesn't drop a single inch. She doesn't take a single point of damage. The blade stops dead against her invisible barrier, unable to pierce her absolute durability.
Geld’s eyes widen in sheer, monstrous shock.
"My turn," Aerith smirks. Tapping into her Berserker sub-skill, her physical strength multiplies exponentially. She swings her right arm, delivering a devastating, mountain-shattering punch directly into the side of Geld's jaw.
The sound of the Orc Disaster's jaw fracturing echoes across the battlefield. The sheer force of Aerith's blow sends the massive Demon Lord hurtling back down to the earth like a meteor, crashing violently into the mud below.
Rimuru catches the opening perfectly. Descending from the sky like a blue blur, he lashes out with his Steel Threads, binding Geld's massive arms and legs to the ground the moment he lands.
"Aerith, let's finish his vanguard defences!" Rimuru yells.
"Right behind you!" Aerith descends gracefully, her whip sword transforming back into its solid blade state. "Let's give him everything we've got!"
Geld, thrashing madly against the steel threads, opens his massive maw and unleashes a chaotic torrent of corrosive, dark purple energy—a concentrated blast of the Starving aura meant to dissolve anything it touches.
Rimuru steps forward, activating his own defensive barriers, while Aerith stands right beside him, her presence completely nullifying the psychological horror of the attack. Together, they push through the dark energy, entirely unfazed.
Rimuru draws his katana, coating it in the deadly Black Flame, while Aerith infuses her sword with the maximum output of her Steam Master magic, turning the blade into a glowing, white-hot brand of pure kinetic and thermal power.
They move in perfect synchronisation—a dance of blade and magic.
Rimuru delivers a blinding flurry of slashes, severing Geld's defensive armaments, while Aerith follows with a heavy, Berserker-infused downward strike that shears cleanly through the Orc Disaster's massive cleaver, breaking the cursed weapon into pieces. Geld is brought to his knees, his torso heavily scorched and bleeding, completely immobilised by their combined assault.
The battle is won, but the tragedy remains. Geld, breathing heavily, his body struggling to regenerate from the holy and thermal wounds, looks up at Rimuru and Aerith. The madness in his eyes has faded, replaced by a profound, agonising sorrow.
"I... am still hungry..." Geld rumbles, his voice cracking. "My people... they starve... I must carry their sins..."
Rimuru walks up to the fallen king, his expression softening with a mixture of respect and pity. He understands the burden Geld has carried. He understands the desperation that has driven the Orcs to this madness.
"You don't have to suffer anymore," Rimuru says softly, placing a hand on the Orc Disaster's massive shoulder. "I'll take it from here. I'll eat your hunger. I'll take on all your sins, and the sins of your people."
Geld stares at Rimuru, a look of profound relief washing over his monstrous features. "You... will? Our sins... You will take them...?"
"Yeah. I promise," Rimuru replies firmly.
Beside him, Aerith steps up, her divine wings gently folding behind her back. She places a gentle, comforting hand on Rimuru's shoulder, silently offering him her absolute support as his partner and co-ruler.
Rimuru's body begins to liquefy, shifting back into his true slime form. A vast, dark void expands from him as his unique skill, Predator, activates. The blue aura wraps around the massive form of the Orc Disaster, gently enveloping him without malice, absorbing his massive physical form, his overwhelming magiccules, and the heavy burden of his tragic curse.
Within moments, the light fades. The Orc Disaster is gone.
The battlefield falls completely silent. The remaining thousand Orcs drop to their knees, weeping, realising that their king is finally at peace, and that their endless starvation has finally come to an end.
Rimuru shifts back into his human form, taller and with longer hair, leaning back slightly against Aerith, who catches him with a warm, supportive embrace.
[Quest Complete: The Subjugation of the Orc Lord!] The system chimes softly in Aerith's mind. [Rewards pending calculation... but for now, go take care of your boyfriend. He just ate a whole Demon Lord.]
Aerith smiles softly, tightening her arms around Rimuru. "You did great, Ri."
"We did great," Rimuru corrects with a tired but grateful smile, looking up at his beautiful elven goddess. "We did it together."
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With the Orc Lord finally defeated, the effects of Starved also vanished.
In that moment, the war with the Orc army ended.
And a new dawn broke on!
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“You guys are really sure?” Aerith can’t help but question their Kijin friends again.
“We promised that you'd be free once we defeated the Orcs.” Rimuru adds.
“We’re sure,” Benimaru answers with a smile. “In the end, we would all prefer to keep serving under you, Lord and Lady Tempest.”
“It would be an honour for us.” Hakurou simply speaks the truth.
“After all, my lord, my lady, we're fortunate to have met you,” Souei states.
Energetic, like always, Shion hugs Rimuru and Aerith to her big bosom. “And I am your secretary and bodyguard, remember? So it looks like you're stuck with me.”
“We will serve you, always,” Benimaru promises.
“Thank you, truly.” Aerith's muffled voice expresses, and Rimuru just gives a thumbs-up.
Someone save them from Shion's death embrace!
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Special Thanks to Kairi-The-Siren for talking to me so I overcame my little writer's block :3
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The Ballad of the Slime and Elven: 12
After dying via Fiat, Monica Russo wakes up as an immortal elven in a fantasy world—with a sassy RPG System, awkward powers, and a rubber chicken for a weapon. Teaming up with Rimuru Tempest, she stumbles through monsters, magic, and misadventures as she learns how to be a true main character.
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Chapter 12: Between War and Warmth
After Treyni’s plea, as Rimuru and Aerith should defeat the Orclord together, silence falls over the council. Treyni steps elegantly down from the table, and the Tempest Couple, surrounded by their Kijins, stand before her.
“We shall defeat the Orclord?” Aerith repeats, looking at her boyfriend, who shrugs his shoulders. “And you’re sure you want to give such an important quest to us?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” Treyni answers with a closed eye smile.
“That's quite the request. Seeing as you dropped in out of nowhere, you won't mind answering a few questions.” Benimaru speaks up, standing protective before his lord and lady. “Why did you come to us? There are stronger races than the Hobgoblins.”
“Yes, I suppose.” Treyni agrees. “And had the ogres' village not been destroyed, I might have gone there. Though even if that were not the case, I can no longer ignore the existence of a pair of extraordinary individuals.”
Rimuru and Aerith just know she means them.
Treyni continues: “If our settlement were to come under attack from the Orcs, we couldn't possibly fend them off alone. That's why I came here. To request assistance from someone strong.”
“You mean the Orclord really exists?” Aerith cringes, her hand finding Rimurus, who gently rubs over her knuckles. Thanks to Lionheart, she isn’t afraid, but she has a damn good feeling the fight won’t be easy against that unique monster.
“Until now, it was only a theory we'd come up with.” Rimuru shares.
“Well, the Dryads have knowledge of essentially everything that happens in this forest. Believe me, he is real.” Treyni hum, eating a chip happily.
Shocked gasps are heard. Theorizing it’s existance is one thing, but knowing that monsters really exist changes anything.
“If she, a Dyrad, acknowledges it...” Rigurd begins, followed by Kaijin: “That means it's all true.”
The Tempest Couple has a quiet conversation before Rimuru turns to Treyni. “Give us some time to answer. Backing the Kijin is one thing, but taking on an Orc Lord is a different story. We need a little more information before we decide.”
This is not a problem, so Treyni gets invited to sit with them on the table, while the council debates what to do now.
“Okay, back to business. So, let's talk about the Orcs a bit. Does anyone know what they could be after?” Rimuru ask into the round.
“Actually, I think I might have an idea about that,” Shuna speaks up before turning to the Ninja Kijin. “Uh, Souei, about our old village, did you investigate it?”
“Yes.”
“And judging by your tone, it's bad. You didn't find anything?”
“Correct. There was nothing there. Not one of theirs. And none of ours.”
The Kijin are in utter shock, while all others wonder what this means.
“Wait, no what?” Rimuru ask.
“I have a feeling we don’t wanna know…” Aerith murmurs, squeezing Rimuru's hand tight.
“Corpses, Master and Mistress Tempest.” Arisu, anyway, gives the answer.
“See! I knew!” Aerith makes a freaked out face and can’t help to make a cross. This is just too many taboos in one!
“We wondered how they were getting supplies for such a large army. How could they feed 2000 Orcs?” Benimaru expresses.
“They ate the dead?” Rimuru gasps out, as Treyni explains: “It's a Unique Skill, called Starved. Every Orc Lord is born with this skill. With the purpose of bringing calamity and ruin to the world. Its influence reaches all those who serve under the Orc Lord, making them devour everything in sight. Doing so allows them to absorb their victim's strength and abilities, making those powers their own. It's rather similar to your Predator Skill, Rimuru. In return for the Starved Skill, they have an insatiable hunger. The Orcs march onward with one goal in mind. To sate an endless hunger and gain power. That is their king's and their whole clan's only wish.”
“Mamma mia.” Aerith can’t help but switch into Italian. That is some hardcore stuff! “So basically, they don’t want to rule; they just want to eat. Anything and anyone! The rarer the skill, the more powerful the beings are they eat, the stronger they get!”
Rimuru nods, rubbing his girlfriend's shoulder. “We might need to start worrying. We have the Tempest Wolves, Kijin, and Hobgoblins. With those powers, we might as well set the table and invite the Orcs over for dinner.”
“I'm sure we'd make a good side dish, but aren't you forgetting about the main courses?” Benimaru jokes weakly.
“Mmh?”
“We have the world's strongest slime and High Elven, remember?”
The youthful face of Rimuru turns dark, and he makes Aerith sit on his lap, where he hugs her possessively, while the elven beauty blushes in surprise.
“Whoever comes close to my Aerith, I turn them into MY dinner!” Rimuru swears, which makes a shudder travel down the backs of anyone. It’s clear their master would even fist-fight a god to protect their mistress.
Meanwhile, Aerith wraps her arms around Rimuru and murmurs sweet words in his ear to calm him down. She knows, she feels, he is freaking out about the possibility that someone could hurt her, and he can’t stop it. She feels the same way for him.
“In addition, we were recently able to confirm that there is a majin behind the Orc Lord's sudden appearance.” Treyni continues after taking a sip of her tea. “I believe this is someone you would not wish to overlook. A majin. This person is a subordinate of a Demon Lord.”
Then the Dryad stands up, and the Tempest Couple follows up.
“Rimuru and Aerith Tempest.” Treyni begins. “Once again, I request that you together defeat the Orc Lord. You stand under the protection of Veldora, Rimuru. You and Aerith have recruited the Direwolves and become the patrons of the esteemed Kijin; taking down the Orc Lord should be easy for you.”
Before the Tempest Couple could even discuss this with each other, Shion hugged them to her large bosom, answering for them. “Of course! Lord Rimuru and Lady Aerith are quite capable of vanquishing the Orc Lord!”
“I see. Then you accept my request?” Treyni smiles happily.
“Yep.” Shion chirps.
“Shion, dear!” Arisu calls out, seeing her lord and lady turning purple. “Let go of them!”
“Oh, ups!” the purple-haired Kijin utters, doing so.
Finally, Rimuru and Aerith can breathe again!
“All right. Aerith and I will find a way to defeat the Orc Lord.” Rimuru gasps out. “You with me, baby?”
“Sure, we will kick that Orc Lord's ass, Blueberry.” Aerith also gasp out, thankful to get air back in her lungs. “But not alone. We need you all with us!”
Of course, anyone is fire and flame to go to war with them, so that’s cleared up.
“If we're gonna take on an army of 2000 Orcs, then I think we should consider forming an alliance with the Lizardmen after all.” Rimuru points out.
“I agree.” Aerith states, before she crosses her arms and huffs. “Though I would rather avoid talking to this idiot Gabiru again.”
This makes all chuckle, remembering how well Aerith had handled Gabiru. With just a finger flick, she made him fly into a boulder and knocked the arrogant lizard out for calling her a fragile flower.
“Yet you handle him well, my strong queen.” Rimuru praise her, giving the giggling Aerith a kiss on the cheek. “But I agree. I don’t wanna talk with this idiot either. Even if it would be funny to see you again, flick him away like an annoying fly.”
“Lord Rimuru. Lady Aerith.” Souei speaks up. “Would you like me to go and speak to the Lizardman Chieftain personally?”
“Wow. Is that possible?” Rimuru wonders.
“Yes.”
The dude's brimming with cool confidence! Rimuru thinks in awe.
Souei is sooo cool. Aerith also thinks in awe.
“Uh, okay, then. We'll join forces with the Lizardmen and lay the hurt on some Orcs!” Rimuru declares, and all shout their agreement.
“The battle will probably take place in the marshlands where the Lizardmen live. Having their cooperation will be essential if we're going to pull this off. I'm counting on you, Souei.”
“We all are,” Aerith adds with a pretty smile. “Good luck, then.”
“Thank you, Lady Aerith. I'll leave now.” Souei said and shushud away like the ninja badass he is.
Yo, Naruto, take some lessons!
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After the strategy meeting concludes and the various leaders depart to prepare their respective forces, a heavy, exhaustion-fueled quiet finally descends upon the village.
Hand in hand, Rimuru and Aerith make their way back to their private residence. The moment the wooden door clicks shut behind them, the stoic, confident facades they had worn for the council melt away.
Rimuru lets out a long, deflating sigh, shifting from his human form back into his comfortable, translucent blue slime state. He hops onto the centre of their large, plush tatami bed. Aerith follows, dropping onto the mattress with a soft groan of exhaustion, her long, elegant elven ears drooping slightly.
"Mamma mia..." Aerith mutters, burying her face in a pillow. "An army of two hundred thousand starving orcs. And a majin pulling the strings. Not to forget some Demon Lord scheming around. Just a typical Tuesday in Jura, I guess."
Rimuru bounces over, pressing his cool, jelly-like body against her shoulder to offer some soothing comfort. "Hey, look on the bright side. At least we didn't have to listen to Gabiru give another speech."
Aerith lets out a muffled giggle into the pillow before turning her head to look at him, her beautiful heterochromatic eyes softening. With a gentle hand, she scoops Rimuru up, holding him against her chest. "True. But seriously, Blueberry... Benimaru wasn't completely wrong. You and I... we're the biggest targets on the map."
Understanding her unspoken anxiety, Rimuru reshapes himself, shifting back into his youthful human form. He sits cross-legged beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. The protective, possessive instinct that had flared up during the meeting hadn't entirely faded; if anything, the privacy of their home allowed him to show just how deeply it affected him.
"I mean what I said back there, Aerith," Rimuru whispers, his voice dropping its usual casual tone, replaced by an intense, grounded earnestness. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet, floral scent. "I won't let them touch you. The thought of those things... of anyone... trying to take you away from me, or turn you into power... it terrifies me. But it also makes me want to tear down the whole forest to keep you safe."
Aerith’s breath hitches slightly at the raw emotion in his voice. She turns in his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him down so their foreheads rest against each other.
"I know," she murmurs, her thumb gently tracing his cheekbone. "I feel it too. When Treyni said they absorb the skills of what they eat... my mind immediately went to you. You're everything to me, Rimuru. If anything happened to you, I'd lose my mind. Lionheart or no Lionheart, my courage comes from wanting to protect our future. Together."
Rimuru gazes into her eyes, his heart swelling with a warmth that no magical skill could ever replicate. "We're a team. The Tempest Couple, remember? We've got the Kijin, the wolves, and the hobgoblins. We aren't going to lose."
"Damn right," Aerith smiles, a spark of her usual fiery spirit returning.
Rimuru leans in, closing the small distance between them, and presses his lips to hers. The kiss starts soft and reassuring, a gentle sealing of their promise to each other. But as Aerith sighs into the kiss, shifting her weight closer to him, the embrace deepens into something passionate and hungry—a mutual reassurance that they are both here, alive, and entirely devoted to one another.
“Come on.” Rimuru murmurs, kissing behind her ear. “Let’s get you out of these clothes into your nightgown.”
The elven beauty hums sleepy and happy, letting her beloved do the work. She loves it when Rimuru takes care of her like this. It makes her feel so loved and cherished.
Rimuru smiles joyful, seeing Aerith turn into putty in his hands and gently pulls her silky black top up. He folds it, all the while licking his lips hungrily, her perfect breasts spilling nearly out of that tiny bra of hers.
“Fuck…I love your tits.” Rimuru groans, his hands find the clasp on the bra, letting it fall away. “So big and round and soft and just perfect. Not too small and not too big.”
Aerith giggles softly, a charming blush on her cheeks, which turns into a soft moan, as her boyfriend kisses her sternum and presses with his hands her boobs against his cheeks, starting to motorboat them.
“Can I try something?” the blue-haired lad asks, his voice a bit muffled thanks to Aerith's boobs.
“Mmh-aaah? What?”
“I still haven’t tasted your pussy, can I? Or are you too tired tonight, baby?”
Urgh, Aerith is burning up. How shameless her Rimuru is! It's the biggest turn on ever!
“Aren’t you tired?” she whines out, her cheeks flushed and her breath catching as Rimuru’s hands work their magic, teasing and caressing her sensitive skin. She squirms beneath his touch, a shiver running down her spine, her fatigue melting away under the warmth of his affection.
“Naah!” he just chirps, kissing down her sternum to her belly button and twirling his tongue around it. “I’m fucking starving!”
“Ah!” the elven beauty feels how her panties and also nice black pants are getting drenched in her juices. It's a weird, but not unwelcome feeling. Just her poor pussy clenches around nothing, and it hurts! “Is it, aah! Really okay for you? I can’t pleasure you back…”
For a moment, Rimuru raises his head, giving her an earnest look. “I love pleasuring you. When you come because of me, that’s the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Believe me, baby, I have lots of fun!”
Well, how is she not giving her beloved what she wants? She knows he wouldn’t lie to her.
“Okay,” she murmurs, eagerly raising her hips up.
Grinning like he won just the jackpot and some more, Rimuru peels away her pants and underwear, groaning as he finally sees his prize.
His Aerith pretty pussy.
“Fuck, baby! Spread these legs for me, yeah,” he begs, and as Aerith does it, he can’t help but place his hands on her legs, spreading her wider. “That’s my good girl. Look at you. Naked and bare like the goddess you’re and all mine.”
Her pussy is pink and swollen. Her clit winks teasingly from the hood, and her poor hole is gushing slick out and clenching around nothing.
“I love being your good girl…” Aerith admits with a soft blush, making Rimuru grin.
“Yeah, baby? You do?” He cooes, giving her a hard kiss, leaving her panting. “Then let me show you what I do to my well-behaved girl.”
Rimuru positions himself before her pussy, his hands still holding her open for him. As he leans closer, the warmth of his breath fans over her clitoris, making her entire body quiver. She can feel the slickness of her own desire coating her thighs, a testament to how much she craves his touch.
The first contact of his tongue is a revelation. It is a soft, wet stroke that starts at the very base of her slit and glides upward, catching the sensitive peak of her clitoris with agonising precision. Aerith’s head thrashes back against the pillow, a loud, uninhibited moan escaping her lips. The sensation is overwhelming, a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure that threatens to drown her senses. It is different from anything she has felt before, more focused, more intense, and devastatingly thorough.
Rimuru is relentless, his tongue working with a rhythmic, swirling motion that drives her to the brink of madness. He laps at her juices, tasting her essence with a hunger that makes Aerith feel utterly worshipped. He uses the tip of his tongue to flick against her most sensitive nerves, teasing her, building the pressure until her muscles begin to twitch uncontrollably. The friction of his tongue against her swollen, wet flesh creates a friction that feels like liquid fire spreading through her veins.
Aerith’s hands find their way to his silver-blue hair, her fingers gripping the strands tightly as she guides him, her hips bucking in a frantic attempt to meet his mouth.
The world outside their home ceases to exist; there is only the sound of his wet, rhythmic lapping and the frantic thudding of her own pulse in her ears. She feels her internal muscles clenching and pulsing, a heavy, throbbing ache building deep within her pelvis that demands release. Every stroke of his tongue is a calculated strike against her composure, stripping away her inhibitions until she is nothing but a vessel for sensation.
Rimuru’s tongue dives deeper, pushing past the swollen lips of her vulva to lap at the very entrance of her soaking wet canal. The sensation of his warm, muscular tongue sliding against the sensitive opening makes Aerith’s toes curl tightly against the sheets. She is a mess of pure, unbridled sensation, her body vibrating with the sheer force of the pleasure he is extracting from her. Every time he swirls his tongue around her clitoris, a fresh wave of heat crashes through her, making her vision blur and her breath come in short, jagged gasps.
The sound of his wet, slurping ministrations fills the quiet room, a primal melody that only serves to heighten Aerith's arousal. She feels the slickness of her own arousal coating his chin and lips, a glistening sheen that marks the intensity of her need. Rimuru is not merely tasting her; he is devouring her, his tongue working with a frantic, hungry energy that mirrors the desperate clenching of her internal muscles. He finds the exact rhythm she needs, a steady, driving pace that pushes her closer and closer to the precipice of total surrender.
"Rimuru... please..." Aerith whimpers, her voice breaking as she loses the ability to form coherent thoughts. Her hips move in a frantic, uncoordinated dance, trying to press herself harder against his face, trying to swallow the sensation whole. She feels as though she is melting into the mattress, her bones turning to liquid under the onslaught of his tongue. The pressure in her lower abdomen is becoming unbearable, a tight, coiled spring of tension that is screaming to be released.
Seeing her desperation, Rimuru shifts his technique, using the flat of his tongue to apply broad, heavy pressure against her clitoris before suddenly switching to sharp, rapid flicks. The sudden change sends a violent jolt through Aerith's entire frame. Her back arches off the bed, her chest heaving as a high-pitched, keening sound escapes her throat. The friction is intense, a delicious torture that makes her feel as though she might shatter into a thousand pieces right there on the silken sheets.
Her clitoris is so engorged and sensitive that even the slightest graze of his tongue feels like an explosion of white light behind her eyelids. She is on the very edge, the tension in her thighs and pelvic floor reaching a breaking point. Her fingers tighten their grip in his silver blue hair, her knuckles turning white as she clings to him, the only solid thing in a world that has become nothing but swirling, ecstatic heat. The clenching of her walls becomes rhythmic, a desperate, involuntary pulsing that begs for the final blow.
The buildup is agonisingly perfect, a crescendo of sensation that leaves her gasping for air she can barely catch. She can feel the orgasm gathering in the depths of her womb, a tidal wave of electricity poised to crash over her. Rimuru senses the shift, his movements becoming even more focused and intense, his tongue driving into her with a singular purpose: to break her. He licks her with a ferocity that leaves no doubt of his intent, his mouth a warm, wet sanctuary of pure ecstasy.
The tension finally snaps with the force of a thunderclap. As Rimuru delivers a final, devastatingly rapid series of licks against her swollen clitoris, Aerith’s entire world shatters. A violent, seismic orgasm rips through her core, a sudden explosion of pure white light that blinds her and leaves her screaming his name into the empty air. Her body stiffens into a rigid arc, her back straining against the mattress as the muscles of her thighs and abdomen seize in a frantic, uncontrollable spasm. It is not a gentle wave, but a torrential downpour of sensation that feels as though her very soul is being pulled through her clitoris.
Her internal walls begin to clench and convulse with a ferocity that is almost painful, milking the air as they pulse rhythmically around the phantom presence of his tongue. The sensation is so intense that it borders on agony, a beautiful, overwhelming overload of the nervous system that makes her vision swim with dark spots. She can feel the hot, frantic thudding of her heart in her throat, her lungs burning as she tries to draw in air that feels too thin to sustain her. Every nerve ending in her body is firing at once, screaming in a chorus of ecstatic, unadulterated bliss.
Rimuru does not pull away; instead, he presses his face even harder into her, his tongue continuing to work through the violent tremors of her climax. He drinks in the flood of her juices as her body pours itself out for him, his mouth a warm, wet anchor in the midst of her storm. The sheer force of her release causes her to sob, a broken, breathless sound that is half moan and half cry, as the electricity continues to surge through her limbs. She is completely at the mercy of her own biology, a puppet dancing on the strings of her own pleasure.
As the initial explosion begins to subside, it leaves her feeling hollowed out and utterly wrecked. The violent contractions of her pussy slowly transition into a heavy, rhythmic throbbing, the aftershocks of the orgasm rippling through her like the fading echoes of a great bell. Her limbs feel heavy, as if her blood has been replaced with warm honey, and her muscles quiver with a lingering, delicious exhaustion. The intense heat that had been building in her pelvis now settles into a deep, radiating warmth that spreads outward to her fingertips and toes.
Aerith collapses back into the pillows, her chest heaving in great, shuddering gulps of air. Her eyes are glazed and unfocused, staring up at the ceiling as she tries to process the sheer magnitude of what just occurred. Her skin is flushed a deep, rosy pink, slick with a fine sheen of sweat that makes her body glisten under the dim light. She feels completely undone, her strength drained away by the sheer intensity of the release, leaving her limp and trembling in the wake of the pleasure.
Rimuru finally pulls back, his lips glistening and his face flushed from the heat of her body. He looks up at her with a triumphant, predatory grin, watching the way her eyes struggle to focus on him. He reaches up to brush a damp strand of hair from her forehead, his touch gentle compared to the ferocity of his tongue. Aerith can only offer a weak, dazed smile in return, her voice lost to the euphoria that still hums in her veins. She is spent, completely and beautifully broken by him, lying in a puddle of her own desire and the quiet, heavy stillness of the room.
“How are you, baby?” Rimuru asks lovingly, cupping her cheek, while his face is wet from her climax. “Was it good?”
“Ri…this was more than good, this was…Wow! Earthstattering! Soul-changing,” she praises with a dorky smile. “I never came so hard in my life…thank you for giving me such an awesome first orgasm.”
“I fingered you in Veldora’s Cave, did you forget?” he teases gently, as he reaches up for tissue to clean her.
“Aww, you know what I mean,” she pouts cutely, while he wipes her and then his own face. “You’re popping my cherry in all the ways, and it’s fantastic!”
“And soon, with a dick, I promise.” Rimuru hums with a wink.
Aerith giggles. “Are you getting close to knowing how to make a dick work?”
“Yup, and Great Sage is strangely very helpful. Like it wants us to have sex.”
“Aww, give it a kiss from me.”
Now Rimuru chuckles, promising he will do so. When they’re both clean, he gets Aerith's nightgown and fresh panties, helping her dress.
As soon as she’s settled, Aerith lets out a blissful purr and immediately collapses sideways onto the plush futon, pulling the fluffy duvet up to her chin.
Rimuru doesn't hesitate. With a soft pop, he shifts back into his round, blue slime form and hops right into the bed, wiggling his way under the covers until he’s nestled perfectly against her side.
"Ahhh, heaven," Aerith murmurs, wrapping one arm around his cool, gelatinous body and pulling him close like a living, soothing stress-ball. “So sleepy.”
“No wonder. I did send your brains into space.” Rimuru chuckles, raining kisses down her beautiful, flushed face.
“Mmh, mmh. I love you so much. Sleep well, Blueberry.”
“I love you more, baby, my queen, my perfect girl. Dream beautiful things, yes?”
His only answer is Aerith's quiet snoring. Feeling smug, he bedded his girlfriend so well, Rimuru also starts to fall asleep.
The heavy weight of the upcoming war completely fades into the background, replaced entirely by the warmth of the room, the scent of sweet flora, and the quiet rhythm of each other's breathing.
For tonight, the world can wait. The Tempest Couple is strictly off-duty.
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The Ballad of the Slime and Elven: 11
After dying via Fiat, Monica Russo wakes up as an immortal elven in a fantasy world—with a sassy RPG System, awkward powers, and a rubber chicken for a weapon. Teaming up with Rimuru Tempest, she stumbles through monsters, magic, and misadventures as she learns how to be a true main character.
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Chapter 11: The Lizard named Gabiru
A couple of days have passed since the Kijin joined them.
The Tempest Couple admits it’s a bit weird having Shion and Arisu following them practically everywhere, ready to serve them like royalty. They’re not used to such a treatment.
Shion had declared herself as their secretary and bodyguard, while Arisu works now as their maid and Lady in Waiting.
“After we visit Princess Shuna, it’s time for lunch, my lord and my lady.” Arisu reminds them dutiful.
“I made you some really special lunch.” Shion chirps, while Arisu makes a scared face. “I put all my devotion in it, Lord and Lady Tempest.”
Aerith, with Rimuru as slime in her arms, raises an eyebrow at Arisu and Rimuru, tilted, confused. What kind of reaction is that?
“Shion, dear? You didn’t need to cook.” Arisu say nervous. “As their maid, it’s my duty.”
“Ah, nonsense, Arisu! I gladly cook also.” Shion answers with a big smile.
Arisu sends her lord and lady an apologetic look which screams she is prepared for their funeral.
What the? Rimuru thinks nervously. What’s with that look, Arisu?!
Oh god, don’t tell me, Shion can’t cook?! Aerith groans in her mind.
These thoughts take a backseat as they enter Shuna's Workshop, hearing how the Kijin Princess is telling the personal designer of Aerith, Christina, the goblina how she made silk.
Actually silk!
“That's so cool!” Rimuru praises. “I can't believe you guys can already weave silk.”
“You’re doing an excellent job as weber, Shuna.” Aerith compliments her with a closed-eyed smile.
“Oh, Lord Rimuru, Lady Aerith! Thank you so much!” Shuna bows deeply in gratitude. “Without Sir Kaijin building me this fine weaving loom, I couldn’t deliver.”
“Nonsense. It’s perfect, Shuna.” Christina speaks up, looking over the silk. “I already have a lot of good ideas for Lady Aerith's new outfits.”
“Yes! Thanks, Christina!” Rimuru celebrates, already imagining more beautiful clothes his girlfriend will be wearing, while Aerith blushes and the other girls giggle.
“Also, Lord Rimuru, thanks for the flowers. They’re lovely.”
“Sure, no problem, Christina!”
“You really sent her flowers?! Oh, Blueberry…”
The giggles turn into full-blown laughter.
After everyone calmed down, Aerith and Rimuru, with Shion and Arisu, left to have lunch at the Main Hall. Shuna, also making a face hearing that Shion had been cooking, didn’t calm the Tempest Couple down the slightest.
The feeling of dread got worse when Benimaru and Hakurou rejected lunch, and Souei even left with a lame excuse of scouting the area.
Rimuru took his human form, sitting down beside Aerith and whispering in her ear: “Look how Benimaru is sweating!”
“That’s nothing, Hakurou is hiding his presence!” Aerith whisper back, trembling with her leg nervous.
“And Arisu is suddenly one with the wall!”
Shion returns from the kitchen and has the call to say: “Hope you're hungry. Feel free to dig in.” as she places two bowls with…damn, neither Aerith nor Rimuru know what that is. For Aerith, it looks like alien poop and for Rimuru, a living suffering creature.
The couple look each other in the eye, having a telepathic discussion.
Oh my god, Ri?! Is this how we are going to die a second time?!
Okay, baby, let’s not flip out. I mean, it’s surely not poison!
…It moved!
WHAT?! Oh god, oh god, okay, okay lemme think.
Save us, Ri! I don’t wanna die as a virgin again!!!!
Great Sage! Rimuru hollers. Please help us!
>>Answer: If you close your eyes and insert the spoon at an angle to your right, you are less likely to die.<<
Rimuru has no idea how this will save them, but he will try anything. Dramatically, he turns around and inserts the spoon where Great Sage told him.
Turns out it’s Gobta's mouth! The death fight of the goblin doesn’t take long, but is burned itself in all minds, before Gobta stills completely.
Like a curious scientist, Aerith uses her new Analyse Skill on Gobta.
“Yup. He is dead,” she declares, thankful neither Rimuru nor she found this end.
“Shion.” Rimuru turns to her.
“Yes, sir?”
“The next time you decide to make a meal, get Benimaru's approval first.”
The betrayed sound of Benimaru is music for Rimuru's ears, and he cheekily pokes his tongue out.
Finally, Arisu stops being one with the wall, stepping to the Tempest Couple.
“I will whip out a fast lunch, my lord and my lady.”
“Yes, thank you, Arisu.”
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During the afternoon, Aerith and Rimuru finally found time to just relax. They have retired to their home to take a little nap, just enjoying being close to each other.
Aerith loved to cuddle with slime Rimuru. Don’t get her wrong, but human Rimuru, holding her back, caressing and kissing her, is heavenly.
Currently, she is lying in his arms, both have lost their tops long ago, and they just enjoy the afterglow of a delightful make-out session.
Rimuru strokes featherlight over her spine, kissing behind her ear, while she nuzzles against his beautiful flat chest.
“Hey, Aerith? Baby?”
“Mmh?”
“…I love you.”
The elven beauty formally turns into stone, hearing Rimuru's confession. A deep joy fills her whole being, tears shooting into her eyes. She raises her head, her eyes twinkling, admiring her boyfriend, who gives her a shy and loving look. He looks so sweet with a blushing face and mussed-up hair from their making out.
“I love you, too,” she murmurs, cupping his cheeks. Rimuru smiles brighter than a supernova, tears of his trailing down his cheek, as their lips meet in a kiss.
It’s not the grand declaration he dreamed of; it’s not because of a special occasion or something similar. This is just purely them. Two people who never hoped to find love find it in each other. Building a life, a future together. Their love is deep-rooted, cause it’s a part of them.
With the right person, you don’t need grand gestures. The normalcy of a life together is the greatest gesture in existence.
Sadly, their little bubble burst, cause someone knocked on their door.
Both groan, looking at each other, amused.
Back to being village leaders.
It’s Rigur, with Benimaru, Shion and Hakurou, telling them that there's a Lizardman envoy just outside the village. So with their friends, the Tempest Couple get ready to meet this envoy.
Aerith is holding Rimuru in his slime form in her arms, while the other circle them. Before them stands a group of Lizardmen, silent, waiting.
“Which one's the envoy?” Rimuru wonders.
Then the Lizardmen start to bang their lances ryhtimic in the ground, as they part. Under the confused and unimpressed looks of Aerith and Rimuru, a Lizardman with hair rides slowly up to their group, till he makes a dramatic jump from his mount.
“Hi there, fellow monsters, I am Gabiru of the Lizardmen. From now on, you will all serve under me, and consider it a great honour!” This Gabiru shouts, while the other Lizardmen kneel and illuminate him with shields.
“Yay! Sir Gabiru.”
“So great!”
“Woo-hoo!”
“You're amazing.”
“The fuck?” Aerith murmurs to Rimuru, who murmurs back. “Couldn’t say it better, babe.”
“Pay close attention and savour this moment forever.” A Lizardman declares. “You have the great privilege of speaking with the future chieftain of the Lizardmen personally. You may bow!”
“Bow? The fuck?” Aerith growls, pressing Rimuru to her chest, with an aura of darkness around her.
“What a delusional doofus!” Rimuru growls also, steam formally poofing out of him.
Rigurd notes how his masters are just ready to throw down, so he speaks to this Gabiru. “Uh, anyway, you said that your name was Gabiru, correct? This request to serve under you seems a little sudden.”
“Seriously, are you really gonna make me spell things out for you?” Gabiru sighs, annoyed. “You must have heard the rumours by now.”
“What rumours?”
“My people have witnessed the beginnings of an Orc invasion-- they're trying to take over the Great Forest of Jura. Which is why it would be prudent for you to come and fight under me. I, the illustrious Gabiru, can protect you! Serve me, and you weaklings will have nothing to fear from the Orcs! I am strong! Much stronger...than you...Wow.”
Suddenly, Gabiru kneels with three other Lizardmen a bit away, discussing.
“Yeah, I don't see any Goblins.”
“How strange.”
“But this was supposed to be a Goblin village.”
“In that regard, I don't see anyone weak around here, either.”
“Well, if the Orcs are marching, we perhaps should form an alliance with the Lizardmen.” Aerith murmurs to her boyfriend. “But I’m not sure that someone like this Gabiru should have our backs.”
“Can’t agree more, Aerith,” Rimuru murmurs back. “That guy is as dumb as rocks.”
“As Machiavelli said: A prince must never fight with foreign weapons, nor rely on foreign favour."
Finished talking with his men, Gabiru turned back to them. “So... Ahem! This must be the village a High Elven leads.”
Aerith raises an eyebrow at Gabiru's look.
“That High Elven must be you, madame.”
“Mmh-Mmh.”
“Well, I’m surprised,” he chuckles. “Such a delicate and pretty flower like you commanding this whole village. This must be a lot of stress for such a soft creature. I promise if you join us, you don’t have to think anymore and can just relax and wear pretty dresses.”
Rigurd gasp, Benimaru and Hakurou take a step back, and Shion suddenly has a handful of slime named Rimuru in her arms.
The aura Aerith is letting loose would kill lesser beings in seconds. Indeed, insects that pass over her just drop dead.
“You have done it.” Rimuru chirps. “And I don’t feel sorry at all for you.”
“Yo, Gabiru!” Aerith hisses like a mamba, pointing at him. “I make you a deal! Let’s have a fight here, and whoever wins serves the other, deal?!”
Gabiru puffed out his chest, completely oblivious to the murderous intent suffocating the air around him. His men immediately resumed their rhythmic chanting, hyping up their leader.
"Gahahaha! A duel? Very well!" Gabiru boasted, twirling his spear with unnecessary theatrical flair. "I shall show you the overwhelming power of the next Lizardman Chieftain! But do not worry, my sweet flower, I will go ea—"
He didn't even get to finish his sentence.
Aerith blurred. She didn't draw a weapon, nor did she chant a spell. In a fraction of a second, she crossed the distance between them, stepping effortlessly inside his guard. Gabiru blinked, his confident grin freezing as her terrifying, shadowed face suddenly loomed right in front of his.
She raised her right hand, deliberately tucking her middle finger tightly behind her thumb, concentrating a frankly absurd amount of physical strength into that single point.
"Don't call me a flower."
Flick.
It sounded less like a physical strike and more like a cannon detonating.
Aerith’s finger struck Gabiru dead-centre on the forehead. The sheer, concentrated kinetic force of the impact shattered the ground directly beneath his feet, sending a massive shockwave violently rippling through the clearing. Dust and debris exploded outward.
Gabiru's eyes rolled into the back of his head before he even left the ground.
Like a ragdoll fired out of a cannon, the Lizardman was launched backwards at blistering speed. He skipped across the dirt three times, tore through a line of bushes, and finally came to a violently abrupt halt by embedding himself face-first into a distant, sturdy boulder. A spiderweb of cracks formed in the stone around his twitching, unconscious body.
Dead silence fell over the clearing, save for the gentle breeze rustling the leaves.
The Lizardmen's rhythmic chanting stopped instantly. Their jaws hit the dirt, and their shields slipped from their trembling hands as they stared at their "invincible" leader.
For a solid ten seconds, the only sound was the faint drip-drip of juice leaking from the smashed boulder where Gabiru’s head was embedded.
The three Lizardmen who had been cheering loudest looked like their souls had literally exited their bodies. Their eyes were wide, bloodshot circles of pure terror. They looked at the boulder, then at Aerith, then back to the boulder.
"S-S-S-Sir Gabiru?!" one of them finally shrieked, his voice cracking violently.
"He's... he's a decorative wall ornament now!" another wailed, scrambling over the dirt on all fours toward the rock. They frantically grabbed Gabiru’s twitching legs, trying to pry their future chieftain out of the stone like a cork out of a wine bottle. With a loud POPL, they tumbled backwards into the dirt, bringing a completely unconscious, swirling-eyed Gabiru down with them. His forehead already had a bump the size and colour of a ripe eggplant.
Behind Aerith, the reaction was a mix of awe, utter terror, and typical village chaos.
The goblin leader instantly drops to his knees, tears streaming down his heavily muscled cheeks. He raises his hands to the heavens. "TRULY MAGNIFICENT! As expected of our Lady Aerith! To defeat the vanguard of the Lizardmen with a mere casual gesture! Your grace and mercy are unmatched!"
Shion is vibrating with pure excitement, completely forgetting her own strength as she squeezes slime-Rimuru tightly against her chest. "Did you see that, Lord Rimuru?! Lady Aerith was amazing! So elegant, yet so devastating! I must practice my own finger-flicks!"
'Guh—Shion, wait, suffocating! Less squeezing, more breathing!' Rimuru wheezed telepathically, popping his head out of her grip. He looked at Gabiru’s limp body and shuddered. 'Remind me to never, ever joke about her outfits or forget our anniversary. Note taken. Locked in the Great Sage vault forever.'
Benimaru let out a low whistle, scratching the back of his neck with a smirk. "Well... I guess we don't have to worry about him trying to take over anymore."
Hakurou simply closes his eyes, giving a slow, approving nod. "A flawless distribution of kinetic weight and magicules. Simple, clean, and terrifyingly efficient. Excellent form, Lady Aerith."
While everyone else was losing their minds, Arisu simply stepped forward from the shadows of the tree. She didn't look shocked at all. Instead, she smoothly produced a crisp, clean handkerchief from her apron pocket and presented it to Aerith with a flawless maid's bow. "Exquisite execution, my Lady. However, the wind pressure from your strike slightly ruffled your bangs. Allow me to assist."
Aerith casually took the handkerchief from Arisu, dabbing her finger as if she had just swatted an annoying mosquito rather than launched a grown warrior through a stone structure. She walks over to the shivering, trembling group of Lizardmen, who immediately prostrated themselves so low their noses were touching the dirt.
“I’m having a good day.” The elven beauty chirps. “So pick up your leader and leave. If you want our town's help in defeating the Orc Army, I'm willing to consider it, but we won't serve you.”
“Yes, Great Elven Goddess!" the lead guard squeaked, holding his shield over his head like a flimsy umbrella. “We understand.”
And as fast as they appeared, the Lizardmen left.
Strong, lithe arms wrap around Aerith's middle, and before she knows, Rimuru, in his human form, twirls her around, while their friends cheer and applaud.
"Well, babe," Rimuru chuckled, kissing her temple. "I think you broke their envoy. But hey, on the bright side, Machiavelli would be pretty proud of that diplomatic strategy!"
She can only laugh prettily at this.
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After dinner, Rimuru and Aerith held a city council to discuss what to do about the impending danger of the Orcs.
“There were 2000 Orcs. It appears that the main army is marching north along the river.” Souei reports. “And my guess is that based on the movements of this army and a detached force, they'll regroup in the marshlands.”
“Wait, are you talking about the ones east of here, in the Lizardmen's territory?” Rigurd ask to clarify.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Two hundred thousand. That's such an obscene number I can't even imagine it.” Rimuru speaks his thoughts.
Aerith nods, placing her cup of tea on its saucer. “I’m worried. What are these Orcs after?”
“Who knows?” Kaijin signs and grabs his chin in thought. “To be honest, Orcs aren't very intelligent monsters to begin with. If there's something driving this invasion other than their instincts, then it would also be safe to assume someone is backing them.”
“But who would wanna control Orcs?” Kurobe wonders.
“Someone like a Demon Lord? It could even be Gelmud.” Rimuru says, looking at Benimaru. “He tried to recruit you, so it's possible it might be connected.”
“I thought the same, but without proof, it stays only a speculation.” Aerith points out.
“Hmm. I can't speak about the whole Demon Lord part . Except...” Benimaru trails off before the Tempest couple asks him to keep going. “Except that it would confirm my suspicions. An Orc Lord.”
“That unique monster who appears oly appears once every few centuries?”
“Yes, Lady Aerith. I can't imagine that an ordinary Orc would be capable of leading such an impressive army.”
“We should lean on the side of caution.” Rugurd, one of the goblin lords, warns. “We can't afford mistakes.”
“We agree.” The Tempest Couple utters.
Surprisingly, Souei shudders, which anyone notices, and Rimuru ask him what’s wrong.
“One of the body doubles I had scouting the area has had an encounter.”
“Uh, 'kay?” Rimuru murmur with Aerith frowning.
“Someone's requesting an audience with you, Lord and Lady Tempest.”
“With us?” Aerith repeats, blinking. “Who is it, Souei?”
“It is a rather unusual encounter. You see...it's a Dryad.”
The whole room gasps in utter shock, while Rimuru and Aerith whisper with each other.
“Aren’t Dryads this spirit like woman who live in trees, Aerith?”
“I know them from Greek Mythology. If I remember right, they live in trees, and if you cut the tree, they die. Oh, and also they’re very pretty!”
“Are they friendly?”
“Mostly. As long as we respect nature, we have nothing to fear.”
Rimuru nods, he thrusts Aerith's opinion the most, and asks Souei to tell the Dryad she can enter the village. Not even a second later, green light amites from the table, a flower grows and out of it steps a beautiful green-haired woman.
“Greetings, rulers of monsters, and all of those who are loyal to them. Please pardon my unannounced visit. I am a Dryad from the Forest of Jura. Please call me Treyni.” The beautiful woman, Treyni, speaks.
“It is a pleasure to meet you. We’re Rimuru and Aerith Tempest.”
“Welcome to our village, Miss Treyni,” Aerith adds with a bow.
“Thank you, and it’s also my pleasure to meet you.”
“So what brings you to our village?” Rimuru wonders.
“I have come because I need to request a favour from you. Rimuru and Aerith Tempest, as the rulers of monsters, please help us. We need you to defeat the Orc Lord.”
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The Ballad of the Slime and Elven: 10
After dying via Fiat, Monica Russo wakes up as an immortal elven in a fantasy world—with a sassy RPG System, awkward powers, and a rubber chicken for a weapon. Teaming up with Rimuru Tempest, she stumbles through monsters, magic, and misadventures as she learns how to be a true main character.
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Chapter 10: A feast and an Orclord?
The pale moonlight shines down on the transformed Goblin Village. All is decorated for a big, lavish feast, with lanterns, tables, and plenty of seats, yet the goblins are like statues.
All are concentrating on the main event.
Master Rimuru would finally taste the food the cooks had prepared.
This is monumental!
Aerith can’t help but bite her lips seeing all their goblin friends so nervous. It’s adorable how they wish that Rimuru enjoys their food, yet also strangely amusing.
They’re like kids who wait for their Papa's approval. She cooes in her mind.
Finally, Rimuru takes a bite of his meat skewer.
The goblins gasp.
Aerith hides her grin behind her own skewer.
“Do you like it?” Rigurd asks.
“Or is it not to your tastes?” Rigur fears.
“….It's good!” Rimuru shouts in delight, with Aerith smiling along.
The whole village goes bonkers in relief and celebration. They pleased their lord, yes!
“Careful, Ri.” Aerith laughs, while her boyfriend shoves one skewer after the other down his throat in utter glee. “You are going to choke.”
“Can’t talk, must eat!” he just says back, entering meat nirvana.
The elven beauty laughs more, eating her own skewer, before she pulls her System Music up.
“Okay, guys!” she calls into the air, choosing her party mix. “Time for some sick beats. Dance, laugh, eat and drink, okay?”
“Yes, Lady Aerith!”
The pop beats, something this world has never heard, echo around the village and turn the feast into one of the sickest parties anyone has ever attended.
Anyone is having a damn good time, with food and drinks, storming the dance floor, enjoying talks and themselves.
Rimuru pulls Aerith into his lap, while one hand of his goes possessive on her inner thigh.
“Damn, Christiana outdid herself with this short party dress,” he growls into his giggling girlfriend's ear. “Also, you are in these white stockings? Fuck, that’s so hot!”
Aerith wraps her arms around his neck, nuzzling his temple. “Behave, Blueberry. We’re very out in the open.”
“Says the one who clings to me,” he murmurs back, kissing behind her ear. “If I had a dick, it would be so hard right now.”
“Rimuru!”
“Also, I didn’t forget my dessert. Later, I will enjoy your pretty pussy.”
“Oh my god!”
Still, Aerith doesn’t move away, just clings harder to her lover, while he continues to murmur absolute filth in her ears. Rimuru's dirty mind is vast like the ocean, and delivered with his dirty talk, the High Elven finds herself minutes later, panting like a dog in heat.
“Urgh, I think I need a drink,” she croaks out…very thirsty.
The slime in human form chuckles, gently pressing a trankard to her rose lips, making her drink. “I got you, baby.”
Relivend Aerith enjoys her sips of the ale the goblins made, but even more so when Rimuru makes her drink. It’s intimate and so coupley.
Speaking of which…!
“Blueberry! Can we dance together?” Aerith asks sweetly, batting her eyelashes.
“Dancing? Oh dear. I’m not very good at it.” Rimuru admits sheepishly, but nevertheless helps Aerith stand up from his lap, following her to the dance floor. “But for you, I will try.”
The bass drops just as they reach the centre of the bustling dance floor. Aerith immediately falls into the rhythm, her hips swaying smoothly to the upbeat pop track, her white stockings glowing slightly under the fairy-light lanterns. She turns back to her boyfriend, expecting him to join in.
Instead, she finds Rimuru standing stiffly, a look of profound, almost mathematical concentration on his beautiful, androgynous face. Slowly, he begins to move.
It is… tragic.
First, it’s a rigid side-step, accompanied by awkward finger guns. Then, he transitions into a bizarre, rhythmic chopping motion that completely ignores the bassline, followed by what looks like an attempt to mimic a malfunctioning robot.
"Ri, what in heaven's name are you doing?" Aerith bursts into a fit of giggles, throwing her head back.
"Hey, don't mock the classics!" Rimuru pouts playfully, pausing his robot arms to attempt an aggressive shoulder shimmy. "Back in my past life, this was the peak of corporate party dancing. Behold, the Satoru Shuffle!"
"Well, the Satoru Shuffle is officially banned from my dance floor!" she laughs, stepping right into his personal space. She grabs his wrists, pulling his arms down, and places his hands firmly on her waist. "Stop overthinking it, Blueberry. Just feel the beat. Follow my hips."
Rimuru blushes a faint shade of pink, his golden eyes locked onto her amused ones. "Okay, but if I step on your toes, I’m blaming the music."
Guided by Aerith, he slowly starts to relax. As she sways, he mirrors her, the awkwardness melting away. He even starts to get a little cocky. As the song hits an energetic chorus, Rimuru gets overly enthusiastic and decides to spin her.
Aerith twirls beautifully, but when Rimuru tries to pull her back in for a dramatic, romantic dip, his slime biology briefly forgets its human constraints in the excitement. His arms stretch like rubber bands for a split second, snapping her back against his chest with a comical boing!
"Whoops!" Rimuru yelps, catching her securely with now normal-length arms. "Uh... skill issue. Literally."
Aerith is laughing so hard tears prick the corners of her eyes, clinging to his shirt. "You are absolutely ridiculous!"
"Lord Rimuru! Lady Aerith! Are we doing it right?!" a squawking voice yells from below.
They look down to see Gobta aggressively flailing on the dirt floor, attempting to do the worm but closely resembling an electrocuted fish. Beside him, Rigurd has completely misunderstood the concept of dancing and is just aggressively flexing his massive pecs to the tempo of the pop song, while a circle of goblin girls cheer him on.
Rimuru sweatdrops, resting his chin on top of Aerith's head as they sway together amidst the absolute chaos of the village. "Our loyal subjects, everyone. A fearsome bunch."
"They're perfect," Aerith smiles, turning in his arms and wrapping hers around his waist, resting her cheek against his chest.
"Not as perfect as you," Rimuru murmurs, his tone dropping that teasing octave again as he dips his head to steal a quick, sweet kiss. He pulls back just an inch, a cheeky grin on his lips. "Now, teach me how to move those hips properly before Gobta starts a trend I won't be able to stop.”
After a long time of dancing, the Tempest couple walks around the party hand in hand, trying out more of the delicious food the goblins have prepared.
They pass the group formed around their new Ogre friends, as the young leader in red explains what happened to his people to Rigurd, Kaijin, Rigur and Gobta. Orcs in armour and weapons invaded their home, which, of course, makes all wonder how this is possible. Orcs are normally very dumb monsters, and then there is also that masked demon, who apparently helped them. Could it all be even a Demon Lord scheme?
“…But I can tell you this much, of my brethren, only seven of us managed to escape them with our lives.” The Red Ogre ends his story bitterly.
“I see. No wonder you were so upset.” Rimuru speaks up as he and Aerith join them.
“This is terrible. My deepest condolences.” Aerith adds with a respectful bow.
“Thanks, Milady.” The Red Ogre answers, while the Tempest couple sits down, Aerith on Rimuru's lap. “I see you’re finished dancing and feasting, Lord Rimuru, Lady Aerith?”
“We’re taking a little break,” Rimuru explains, holding his girlfriend tight to him, while she gets comfy in his arms. “Man, your sister's somethin' else. She knows so much about medicinal and cooking herbs that the Goblinas took to her immediately.”
“She was a very sheltered child. I'm sure it makes her happy to be relied upon.”
“So, what are you guys gonna do now?”
“Wait, what?”
“We are curious what your plans are,” Aerith speaks up, while Rimuru plays with her braid. “Do you want to rebuild your village? Or search for a new home? You’re their leader, right? We know how hard it is to have such responsibility.”
“That's easy, Milady. Once we regroup, we'll go back for revenge.”
“Do you know where they are?” Rimuru wonders, and the Red Orge, grunting and embarrassed, drinking from his beer, tells the couple anything.
He has zero idea!
The Tempest Couple share a look before Aerith continues. “Young Master of the Ogre, Rimuru and I have a suggestion for you. Why don’t you join our village and become our subordinates?”
“Yeah. We can't give you much...but we do have food, shelter, and clothing.” Rimuru counts it off. “You need a home base, right?”
“We do, but that might get your village involved in our path for revenge.”
“Well, we’re not just offering this as a favour to you guys.” Rimuru begins, and Aerith continues. “The 1000 armoured Orcs who destroyed your home will surely not stop. Even more if a Demon Lord is pulling the strings in the background. Meaning our Village is also in danger.”
“Adding numbers to our ranks will only benefit us in the end. And then, if you got into a fight or something, Aerith and I will help you all out. We’ll never abandon a friend.”
“Right!”
The Red Ogre looks pensive, thinking about what the Tempest Couple has offered. “I see. Please let me give it some thought.”
“Sure, take all the time you need.” Rimuru expresses, with Aerith nodding in agreement.
“And that note…Ri? I could eat more of the boar stew Martha made!”
“You read my mind, baby. Let’s go!
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The party had been a complete success. It is 6 am when everyone finally goes to bed. Some wasted, some tired and others well-fed. Or combinations of all three.
So Rimuru and Aerith decide the village has a mostly lazy day to handle their hangovers and various food comas. Anyone is thankful.
They also slept in long. Aerith wrapped around Rimuru in his slime form, both snoring like champions.
In late morning, the still sleepy couple welcomes the young master of the Ogres into their home.
“Have you decided?” Rimuru ask him, with Aerith sitting beside him on their bed.
“Yes, the Ogres are a warring clan.” The Red Ogre begins. “As such, we aren't opposed to fighting under others. If our master is strong, we're more than pleased to serve them.”
The Tempest Couple nods in understanding.
“Although we'll only serve you until we defeat the Orcs.”
“Once we win, you can do whatever you want,” Rimuru promises.
“Yes, if you want to stay, we welcome you with open arms. If you want to go your own way, we will be friends and allies.” Aerith swears.
“In that case, I accept your offer.” The young master says, kneeling, bowing down before them. “Myself and the other Ogres shall serve under you, Lord and Lady Tempest.”
“Good, lift your head,” Rimuru speaks, and Aerith adds. “Welcome then to our village and under our command. Please fetch the others.”
“Right.”
Soon, the seven Ogres and also Rigurd stand in Aerith's and Rimuru’s home, before the Tempest Couple.
“We’ll give you names to mark you as our subordinates.” Rimuru declares, shocking the Ogres.
“To all of us, my lord and lady?” The Red Ogre utters in disbelief.
“It makes things easier. Wouldn’t you agree?” Aerith chirps with a smile.
“Are you sure?”
“Please, don't do this.” The Ogre princess pleads. “Naming someone uses a lot of power and is very risky. And we're already strong. Even if you do it together, it could be fatal!”
“It'll be fine, you don't have to worry about us,” Rimuru promises.
“Or do you not want to be named?” Aerith wonders.
“It’s not like that, my lady…”
“We accept.” Red Ogre declares.
“Big Brother!”
“It would be our honour.”
“We will do whatever the young master wishes.” The old ogre states.
With their acceptance, Rimuru and Aerith step closer and choruse together: “Your name is...”
Only to faint like wilting flowers!
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“How are our lady and lord? Shion, Princess Shuna?”
“Still sleeping, Arisu. They look so cute together!”
“True, Shuna! I wanna pinch Lady Aerith's adorable cheeks.”
“You read my mind, Shion. Do you think our lord and lady would make us braid their hair?”
This conversation is the first the Tempest Couple hears as they wake up from their fainting spell. Aerith rubs over her eyes, and Rimuru groans. They’re lying in their bed, the slime cuddle up to his girlfriend and drown formally in soft cushions and blankets.
“Oh! Master and Mistress Tempest!” Three women gasp happy. “You're finally awake.”
Blinking the black spot away from her eyes, Aerith, with Rimuru in her arms, sits up. “What the?”
“Uurgh, did Truck-Kun get us this time?” Rimuru grumbles, nuzzling comfortably under Aerith's beautiful boobs.
Their answer is these three women coming to their side. The one with black hair, dressed like a maid, and the purple-haired one with the big bazongas help stabilise Aerith.
“Careful, my lady,” the maid chuckles. “Not that you fall over and hurt yourself and Master Rimuru.”
“Do you need a glass of water, Lady Aerith?” the pink-haired woman asked, ready to fetch it, while the purple-haired woman gently strokes Aerith's silver-white hair from her face.
Confused, the Tempest Couple looks the women up and down. They seem familiar… the last thing they remember is naming the Ogres?
“It's good to have you back among us, Lord Rimuru and Lady Aerith,” the familiar voice of the Red Ogre sounds.
Before their bed kneels a young, handsome man with two little black horns. It makes click in their brains.
“You’re the young master of the Ogres, right?” Aerith murmurs in question, just to make sure.
“Correct. Though now I have evolved into a Kijin. Thanks to my new name: Benimaru.”
Ah, so after they named the Ogres, she and Rimuru just fainted on the spot. Okay, they’re back on track.
Seems like it’s now time that all the Ogres reindruce themselves.
First is the pink-haired Kijin with the two white horns. “Nice to meet you. I'm Shuna. I'm so happy that you're finally awake, my lord and my lady.”
“I'm Shion.” The purple-haired Kijing chirps. “I adore the name you've bestowed upon me. Thank you so much, my lord, my lady.”
“It's a pleasure, I’m Arisu. At your service, Mistress and Master.” The maid Kijin presents herself.
Behind Benimaru is now Hakurou, who turned from an old ogre into a refined Kijin gentleman, and in the corner stands the Ogre Ninja, whose name is now Souei. Then the last of the former ogre, the brute, steps inside the tent, who is now a normal-looking Kijin by the name of Kurobe.
So they now have a hot guy, a cute girl, a elegant woman, a babe, a dignified elder, a hot guy number two and a normalo in their village, and all of them are stronger than before.
Wow!
Later the same day, after Arisu, Shuna and Shion made very sure that Rimuru and Aerith have rested well from their fighting spell, the Tempest Couple with their wolves and Benimaru watch how Hakurou gives Gobta and other goblins a run for their money.
Gobta had said he wanted ot learn swordmanship, so Hakurou offered, and here they were, looking in awe at the training. Damn, Rimuru and Aerith needed to learn from the Kijin elder, also!
“Orc Lord? What's that?” Rimuru, in his slime form, ask from his usual place on Aerith's lap, currently Benimaru.
“Well, to put it rather simply, it's a monster.” Is Benimaru’s answer. “They're incredibly rare beasts. Born to the Orcs only every few centuries. It is a Unique monster.”
“Unique, huh?” The Tempest couple repeat thoughtfully.
“It's said they're capable of devouring their comrades' fear and anxiety, which would make them an unnaturally effective leader.”
“Wow, talk about nightmare stuff,” Aerith grumbles, hugging Rimuru tighter to her, who cuddles up to his girlfriend more.
“Indeed, Lady Aerith. When they attacked our village, they seemed unfazed by the deaths of their own people. Hence my suspicion.”
“I see.”
“Of course, all things considered, it's only a possibility.”
“It's so weird, though.” Rimuru hums, saying what has bothered him the whole time. “Why would they wanna attack your village in the first place?”
“Good question. I'm not sure if there's a connection, but shortly before the attack, a majin visited our village. I shall give you a name. That's what he told me, but he seemed untrustworthy. Naturally, I refused, and he cursed me as he left our village.”
“A majin, huh? So you think that dude is mad at you for refusing his name gift?”
“I didn't have a choice. I'd never want a gift from such an unsuitable master. I am rather particular. So I wouldn't accept a name from just anyone.”
Benimaru's compliment makes the Tempest Couple blush. It is a nice feeling to know he sees them as suitable masters.
“What was the majin's name?” Benimaru wonders, trying to remember. “Let's see. Geli. Gele. Maybe Gela? Or Gelo?”
Suddenly Souei appears from the shadow ot the tree, coolly sharing the name. “It's Gelmud.”
“Right. That's it.”
“Gelmud? Weird, for some reason that name is ringing a bell.” Rimuru expresses, before Aerith picks him up to look into his eyes. “Blueberry! That’s the name of the demon who named Rigur’s older brother.”
“Right! So this demon dude just runs around while handing out names like candy. That’s fishy!”
“Is this a good time?” Souei questions. “ I have news.”
“Oh, of course, Souei.” Aerith gives him permission.
“I saw a group of Lizardmen not far from here.”
“Lizardmen?” Rimuru reprises “Not Orcs?”
Souei continues with his report. Normally, the Lizardmen stay in the marshlands. It seems unnatural for them to stray so far away. It appears they were attempting negotiations with a nearby Goblin village. Which means, it's likely they'll come to this one, too.
Rimuru and Aerith share a look.
Seems like they will get guests soon.
And they surely wouldn’t bring any good news.
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>>Greetings, Readers. Here is Great Sage. Today I will do the preview alone, since System is offended, they don’t have any screentime in this chapter. Our author thinks that us talking in between too often could interrupt the flow of the story. She hopes you understand her reasons. Anyway, the next Chapter will be Chapter 11: The Lizard named Gabiru. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Goodbye for now.<<
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Haha, next chapter Gabiru appears! XD
That Lizard makes me laugh so much!
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The Ballad of the Slime and Elven: 09
After dying via Fiat, Monica Russo wakes up as an immortal elven in a fantasy world—with a sassy RPG System, awkward powers, and a rubber chicken for a weapon. Teaming up with Rimuru Tempest, she stumbles through monsters, magic, and misadventures as she learns how to be a true main character.
Thanks to anyone who will comment. I love all of you, and I’m so grateful already!
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I speak Italian, German, and English, and for all other languages, there is Google Translate. I don’t mind translating your comments. ^^
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A chapter I had fun to write *wiggles eyebrowns*
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Chapter 9: Attack of the Ogres
Inside Veldora’s Cave, the Tempest Couple gets ready to try out their new skills in peace and without accidentally killing someone.
Aerith stretches to warm up, while Rimuru watches her with his hands behind his head, a leering look on his face.
“Can you bow down again for me, Aerith, baby?” Rimuru asks, his eyes fixed on her nice behind.
The elven looks blushing over her shoulder with a faint smile. “So not a gentleman,” she teases.
“Never said I was good at it.” Rimuru chuckles shamelessly.
Humming, he hugs her from behind, his lips kissing her neck, while a hand wanders up to one of her boobs.
“Ri! Rimuru, aah!” Aerith gasps as he squeezes her right boob, teasingly circling her nipple through her top. “We’re here to train, not to! Not To! be naughty!”
Her boyfriend just continues humming while he bites down on her neck and meets her shoulder. “We can do both!”
“We made out for hours, and you still don’t have enough?”
“Never! Also, you’re telling me you aren’t hungry for me?”
“…Keep going, mmh!”
“Good girl.”
Aerith lets out a soft mewl, as her cheeky boyfriend continues showering her neck and throat with kisses, while his hand massages her boob. God, it feels so good! Rimuru squezze it just the right way, before teasing her nipple again.
Her nipple is starting to get hard, puckering up against her shirt. It’s such a delicious pain.
“You know, what I wish I could do now?” Rimuru whispers hotly in her ear.
“Mmh? What?” Aerith asks breathlessly. This already is amazing. What idea does he have?
“I wish I could bend you down.” He growls into her ear, his warm breath sending shudders down the elvens back. “I wish I could bend you down and pull these damn teasing shorts off you. Then I would just rip your panties away.”
The image of Rimuru going so feral is enough to make poor Aerith drip into her underwear, her core clenching painfully around nothing.
“Aah!” A moan escapes her lips, her behind instinctively rubbing over his front, before a frustrated groan leaves her lips.
She forgot.
Rimuru is basically a living Ken doll; there is no hard cock waiting for her.
“I know, baby.” Rimuru sighs, sucking her earlobe, making her whine. “God, I just wanna feel your tight wet heat around me, while I pop your cherry. Clenching around my cock in desperation as you take all my thrusts into your hungry cunt.”
“Rimuru!” Aerith gasp half in disbelief, over the dirty mouth her boyfriend has and half in burning need.
She wants, no, she needs it! That’s just a fact.
Then his hand on her waist cups her mound hard, rubbing through her shorts over her slit.
“But I can give you at least this, my wonderful girl, my future wife.” He groans, rubbing and pressing harder down her pussy.
Aerith sees stars. Her pussy his burning hot, producing slick like no tomorrow, and each of Rimuru's rubs is heaven and hell in one.
A series of loud moans and mewls, something like his name, leaves her lips, echoing around in the cave. It’s a sinful orcherstar, one who just turns them on even more.
Finally, his finger slips inside her pants and underwear and rubs over her swollen, wet clit.
And Aerith loses it.
The sensory overload for the virgin is too much.
“Aaaaah, RI, OH MY GOD!” she shouts as she climaxes.
Rimuru lets out a curse in awe, feeling her gush into her panties and wetting his fingers.
“Fuck, yes, Aerith, baby! Look how pretty you’re coming for me!”
Poor Aerith can just whine tired and satisfied, hanging formally in her boyfriend's arms, leaning heavily back, while Rimuru continues to rub her through her orgasms.
When the last slick drips down her panties, the blue-haired lad can’t help himself. Under Aerith's tired, curious eyes, he licks his fingers clean, humming at the taste of his girlfriend.
“Tastes a bit salty,” Rimuru informs Aerith, who weakly hits him. “But I like it. I'm gonna eat your pussy next, okay?”
“Rimuru, I can’t anymore.” Aerith whines, her legs shaking. “It was amazing, but I need to catch my breath.”
Rimuru whines, cussing himself for his tactlessness. Aerith is still a virgin (like him), and getting her first orgasms from another person took the strength from her.
“Of course, my queen.” Rimuru murmurs, kissing her cheek and gently manoeuvring her so that he can pick her up bridal style. “You just relax now. I have an idea.”
He uses the doppelganger power to create a big slime doppelganger of himself and lays his beloved down on it.
“How is it, my pretty rose? Soft and squishy enough for you?”
“Mmh, yeah,” Aerith mumbles cutely, nuzzling against the big slime. “Is perfect.”
A soft smile forms on Rimuru's lips, and his heart beats faster than a racing horse. Seeing his girl all cutesy and tired is just too precious.
I wish I had a camera. He muses, quietly stepping away to let Aerith enjoy her nap. Her soft snores become background noises, while he tries out the new skills inherited from Ifrit and Shizu.
The elven beauty doesn’t know how long she had napped, maybe half an hour, before Rimuru shook her awake.
“Babe, babe! Wake up!”
The urgency in his voice makes Aerith snap awake.
“Wah? What’s wrong, Blueberry?”
He only says one word. “Ragna!”
On Nyx back the Tempest couple rides where the female Alpha smells her mate. Nyx is faster then lighting, full of worry for Ragna, that Aerith and Rimuru have trouble staying on her back.
They see how Gobta goes flying, landing hard on the ground. “No, I'm too young to die! Ow. Ow...”
“What happened?” Rimuru asks, kneeling beside the hobgoblin, while Aerith and Nyx check the perimeter.
“I got cut real bad! Am I gonna...”
“Calm down, it's not deep.”
“Rimuru…!” Aerith's tight voice makes him look up.
His girlfriend's hand goes to her back, ready to whip out her Whip-Sword, while Nyx is crouching low, growling. Before them stands a tall, horned red-skinned man in samurai armour and a old man with a strange calm aura of strenght.
Ragna joins them after fighting a giant horned brute and a slick, horned, clothed in blue man. They also call Rigur back, who was in a clash with a purple skinnend hornend woman.
Quick Rimuru gives Rigur and also the whiny Gobta his hyper heal potions, telling them to stand down, while he and Aerith, with their Tempest Wolves, look at the horned attackers. The others from their hunting party are thankful, just asleep and not dead.
In all, there are seven.
A brute, a ninja, a warrior woman, a shy girl, a maid, the samurai and the old man.
Rigur tells them the seven are ogres, which surprises Rimuru and Aerith. The Ogres they know from games and movies look different from them.
The Tempest couple side-eye each other before nodding. They would try first with diplomacy. Maybe it’s just a big misunderstanding. If the Ogres are so strong and didn’t kill anyone, perhaps there is more to this attack than at first glance.
“Hello, we’re Aerith and Rimuru Tempest.” Aerith begins. “We’re the leaders of these hobgoblins and wolves.”
“We don't know what happened, but we don't want any trouble. Would you be willing to talk this out?” Rimuru asks.
“I can’t believe it! A High Elven in cohots with a demon?!” the red samurai orge growls.
This makes them blink.
“Show us who you really are, demon!”
“Eh, does he mean you, Ri?” Aerith murmurs, confused.
“I think?”
“Excuse us?” The elven beauty calls. “What is the problem, Mister Ogre?”
But a clear answer, they don’t get.
“The High Elven surely used the power of this Demon to ensnare the monsters. A mere human couldn’t help her rule!” Red Samurai hisses. “Enough trickery! Hiding your appearance and aura won't save you!”
“Reveal your true identity.” The elder ogre commands.
“It appears the mastermind has come to us. Should make things easier.” The Ninja Ogre states.
“Wait a sec, this is all a big misunderstanding!”
“Silcene Elven Traitor. You and your dark spouse will pay!” The Red Samurai barks, unsheating his katana. “The mask he wears has already told us the truth.”
“The mask?” Rimuru and Aerith parrot. They mean Shizu’s mask Rimuru put on before coming here?
“This is a misunderstanding!” Rimuru cries out. “This is just a keepsake from a friend.”
“I'll hear no more! I will avenge my fallen brethren, even if it means taking your heads. Today you will die, evil pig leaders!”
Okay, talking things out is out of the window for now.
The Tempest couple decides that Ragna and Nyx should take care of the two weakest of the ogres, the shy girl and maid, but not kill them or anything. They shouldn’t interfere with the fight, which is about to happen, nothing more, while Aerith and Rimuru would take care of the five orge, overpowering them if possible.
“You two underestimate us. You are very brave, or very stupid. Regardless, I'm happy to face you. It should be a decent fight... as well as your last!” The Red Ogre Samurai yells before storming with his katana, Aerith and Rimuru.
The Red Samurai’s katana swings down in a deadly, fiery arc. Rimuru easily steps out of the weapon's path, but the enraged Ogre is incredibly fast, immediately redirecting his blade into a vicious horizontal sweep.
Before the steel can reach the slime, a metallic crackle fills the air.
Aerith springs forward, bending entirely backwards in a gravity-defying bridge manoeuvre that completely evades the katana. From her hip, her strange, ribbon-like whip-sword slithers out in a blur of motion. Instead of clashing, her flexible blade loops directly around the samurai's katana, coiling tight and halting his momentum instantly.
"What kind of blade is that?!" the Red Samurai gasps, struggling to pull his weapon free.
"A flexible one!" Aerith chirps. With a sudden, powerful tug—showcasing the immense, unnatural physical strength hidden beneath her delicate frame—she forces the samurai to stumble forward, completely throwing off his balance. She gracefully backflips away, her sword uncoiling and snapping against the grass with a sharp crack.
The Brute and the Purple Warrior Woman take this as their cue. "Young Master! We have your back!" the warrior woman roars, charging in with a massive, brutal morning star.
Aerith doesn't look stressed in the slightest. She dances around their heavy, coordinated strikes with rhythmic, acrobatic leaps, her whip-sword tracing unpredictable, looping arcs in the air. As the Brute steps heavily to swing his club, Aerith aims her free hand at his boots.
"Ice Bind!"
Frost blooms rapidly across the dirt, instantly encasing the brute's feet in thick blocks of ice and rooting him firmly in place. He grunts, struggling uselessly against the magical restraint.
The Warrior Woman tries to flank the elven beauty, swinging horizontally. Aerith leaps gracefully over the heavy morning star, twisting mid-air to slash her whip-sword in a wide, looping trajectory. The flat of her blade smacks the Ogre woman’s wrists with stunning force, making her drop her massive weapon with a yelp of pain.
"Water and Fire, combine... Steam Burst!" Aerith chants upon landing.
A massive cloud of thick, boiling-hot vapour explodes between her and the remaining Ogres. It doesn't burn them, but the high-pressure mist completely blinds the Red Samurai and the Warrior Woman, coating their hands and weapons in slippery condensation and forcing them to cough in confusion.
Meanwhile, Rimuru is dealing with the Ninja and the Old Man.
Razor-sharp threads fly out of the misty shadows from the trees, wrapping securely around Rimuru’s limbs. "I have restrained him," the Ninja states coldly from the canopy above.
"Not quite," Rimuru replies, his voice utterly calm beneath Shizu's mask. "Sticky Steel Thread."
Rimuru’s own threads weave outwards in a flash of silver, instantly overpowering the Ninja's lines. The threads trace back to the source, tying the blue-horned Ogre securely to a sturdy oak tree in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, the Old Man appears right beside Rimuru, bypassing the steam entirely with footwork so fast that even Aerith barely tracks him. His aura is perfectly still. His blade strikes true, aiming right for Rimuru’s neck—
CLANG.
The katana stops completely. Rimuru has simply caught the razor-sharp blade between his thumb and forefinger with his body armour. The elder Ogre's eyes widen in genuine, unhidden shock.
"As I said," Rimuru sighs, "this is a misunderstanding."
The Red Samurai, shaking off the steam, roars in defiance. He prepares to charge again, his fiery aura flaring wildly. "I will not yield to monsters!"
"Okay, time for a time-out!" Aerith huffs. She whips her blade in a dazzling, lightning-fast spiral, casting a burst of Water magic from the tip of her sword that acts like a high-pressure hose, thoroughly dousing the Red Ogre and extinguishing his flames.
At the exact same time, Rimuru decides enough is enough. If they won't listen to words, they'll listen to raw power.
Rimuru raises his free hand. Black electricity arcs violently across his palm, the air growing heavy and suffocating as he unleashes a fraction of his true aura. He points his hand at a massive, solid boulder near the edge of the clearing.
"Black Lightning."
A blinding flash engulfs the forest. When the thunderous roar fades, the boulder is utterly vaporised, leaving nothing but a smoking, glass-lined crater in its wake.
Dead silence falls over the clearing.
The Red Samurai freezes, his eyes glued to the crater. The Old Man slowly lowers his katana, yielding to Rimuru's grip. The Warrior Woman and Brute stare in absolute awe and terror at the sheer destruction. Over by the treeline, Ragna and Nyx give a low, rumbling growl; they have successfully cornered the shy girl and the maid, gently but firmly keeping them in place without a single scratch on them.
"Now," Rimuru says, his voice losing its casual tone and taking on the undeniable weight of a true leader. "Are you finally ready to calm down and talk?"
Aerith retracts her whip-sword with a crisp, metallic shing, resting her hands on her hips with an exasperated but polite smile. "We even made sure not to hurt anyone. So, how about that chat?"
The smoking crater left by Rimuru's Black Lightning crackles with residual energy. The sheer, overwhelming disparity in strength hangs heavily in the air, completely suffocating the Ogres' battle lust.
The Old Man is the first to concede. He steps back from Rimuru, smoothly sheathing his katana with a soft click.
"Young Master," the elder Ogre says, his voice steady but carrying a profound weariness. "It is over. If these two truly wished us harm, we would already be ash upon the wind. We are completely outclassed."
The Red Samurai's hands tremble around the hilt of his sword. He stares at the devastated earth, then up at Rimuru's masked face, and finally at Aerith, who offers a small, genuinely sympathetic smile.
"Big Brother, please! He is right!"
A delicate voice rings out from near the treeline. Ragna and Nyx, sensing the hostility leaving the air, immediately back off. They trot over to their respective masters, allowing the shy, pink-haired Ogre girl and her maid companion to stand up. The young princess rushes forward, placing a gentle hand on the Red Samurai's armoured arm.
"Look at their aura, brother," she pleads softly. "It is vast, but it lacks the sinister malice of the one who orchestrated the attack on our home. They even spared our lives when we attacked them unprovoked. They are not our enemies."
The Red Samurai's fiery aura finally flickers and dies out. The exhaustion of his grief and anger seems to catch up to him all at once. His katana slips from his grasp, the blade sinking into the soft dirt.
"You... you aren't the ones who commanded the pigs?" he asks, his voice cracking slightly. "You aren't allied with the Orcs?"
"Orcs?" Rimuru repeats, tilting his head, his mask shifting slightly. "No. We haven't had any dealings with Orcs. My mask is just a memento from a dear friend. We honestly have no idea what happened to you."
Aerith claps her hands together, the crisp sound breaking the remaining tension.
"See? I told you it was a big misunderstanding!" The elven beauty beams, her bubbly energy returning in full force. She snaps her fingers, and with a soft hiss of steam, the thick blocks of ice binding the Brute's boots melt away into harmless puddles. "We just want to protect our goblin and wolf friends. We don't want to fight anyone who doesn't want to fight us!"
The Brute stumbles backwards, rubbing his neck, while the Warrior Woman respectfully retrieves her heavy morning star, bowing her head in shame. From the canopy above, the blue-horned Ninja drops down silently, having been freed from Rimuru's steel threads.
The Red Samurai falls to one knee, bowing his head in front of the Tempest couple.
"I... I deeply apologise," he says, his pride swallowed by his honour. "We were blinded by vengeance. Our village was destroyed by a horde of armoured Orcs, led by a Majin wearing a mask identical to yours. I saw the mask, and the presence of a powerful Elf alongside monsters... I jumped to a foolish conclusion."
Rimuru and Aerith exchange a meaningful look. The pieces are falling into place.
"A destroyed village... that’s awful," Aerith murmurs, her heart aching for them. She steps forward, her posture entirely open and non-threatening. "You guys must be exhausted, hungry, and stressed out. It’s hard to think straight when you're hurting."
Rimuru nods in agreement, lifting the mask off his face to reveal his human-like, youthful features, offering them an earnest smile.
"Apology accepted," Rimuru says kindly. "Listen, standing out here in the woods won't solve anything. Why don't you all come back to our village? We have food, medicine, and warm fires. Once you've rested, we can sit down, and you can tell us everything about these Orcs."
The Ogres look at each other in disbelief. They had just tried to kill this couple, and in return, they were being offered hospitality and grace.
The pink-haired princess steps forward, bowing deeply with flawless etiquette. "Your kindness is greater than your strength. We would be honoured to accept your invitation, Lord Rimuru, Lady Aerith."
"Yay!" Aerith cheers, doing a happy little hop. She turns to her massive, lightning-fast wolf. "Nyx, sweetie, go run ahead and tell Rigurd we have guests joining us in our feast tonight!"
Nyx barks happily, nuzzling Aerith's hand before blasting off toward the Tempest village in a blur of black fur. Ragna moves to help Gobta up, the poor hobgoblin still whining softly about his bruises, while Rimuru begins handing out the rest of his hyper-heal potions to the battered Ogres.
The battle is over, and the village is about to gain some very powerful, very grateful new friends.
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>>Hiyah, here's your System with my buddy Great Sage!<<
[Greetings, Readers.]
>>A shorter chapter, but because our Author wants to write a cool feast chapter before we go back to the plot.<<
[We hope her plan works.]
>>So for now, see you next chapter, Chapter 10: A feast and an Orclord?<<
[>>Goodbye!<<]
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Short chapter and not a lot of pics but still hope you had fun :3
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The Ballad of the Slime and Elven: 08
After dying via Fiat, Monica Russo wakes up as an immortal elven in a fantasy world—with a sassy RPG System, awkward powers, and a rubber chicken for a weapon. Teaming up with Rimuru Tempest, she stumbles through monsters, magic, and misadventures as she learns how to be a true main character.
Thanks to anyone who will comment. I love all of you, and I’m so grateful already!
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I speak Italian, German, and English, and for all other languages, there is Google Translate. I don’t mind translating your comments. ^^
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A chapter I had fun to write *wiggles eyebrowns*
You will see why :P
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Chapter 8: Moving Forward
It’s never easy to tell people a loved one died, but Rimuru and Aerith needed to do this now. Sitting together on the bed, they explain to Kaval, Eren, and Gido what had happened to Shizu and what had been her last wish.
“So then, Shizu has passed away?” Kaval signs deep. The pain is clear in his eyes, as in Gido's and Eren's. They may have travelled with Shizu for a short time, yet they had been close.
”Hold on, how do we know for sure you're really Rimuru?” Gido ask a bit sceptically. It is strange to think the slime could now look like a human.
“I give you my word,” Aerith speaks up, hand on her chest. “This is Rimuru. I was here the whole time, saw anything.”
“Listen to Lady Aerith! You shouldn’t doubt her word!” Rigurd shouts from the back.
“You really think I wouldn't recognise my own master just because his body's changed?” Ragna growls with raised hackles.
“The body changed, but the soul, the scent is of Master Rimuru,” Nyx adds, annoyed. Humans and their lesser sensens!
“Uh, no, that's not what we meant at all.” Kaval comes to Gido's aid. “To be honest...you sort of look like a younger version of Shizu.”
“Well, it's me,” Rimuru answers in a voice like bells, raising his arm. “Watch.”
Under the awed humans' eyes, the human form melts away, returning to the slime. Not a second later, Rimuru is on Aerith's lap.
“Not gonna lie, I'm impressed.” Gido whistles.
“Does that mean you ate Shizu?” Eren asks, crying. “The same way you ate Ifrit?”
“I did, but because it's the only burial I could give her,” Rimuru explains.
“We’re sorry, we didn’t consult you first, as Shizu friends,” Aerith expresses, feeling guilty, while she strokes Rimuru's side.
“No.” Kaval disagrees. “After all, Rimuru just honoured her last request. So it's fine.”
“Sorry, Eren. You must think I'm a real monster.”
To Rimuru and Aerith's surprise, the blond magician shakes her head no.
“But if nothing else, I wish I could've at least said goodbye to her.”
“Before she died, Shizu told us she had a lot of fun travelling with you three.” Aerith shares.
“She also mentioned that you were a bit danger-prone.” Rimuru points out.
Thus starts unelegant squabbling between the three adventurers about who is at fault for them always being in danger.
The Tempest couple can’t help but smile at this. They’re happy seeing the life returning into the three humans' eyes and just know Shizu is also happy about it. Even though the trio relied on Shizu too much.
As if reading their thoughts, Rigurd, Ragna and Nyx nod along.
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The next morning in Rimuru’s and Aerith's home, the trio of humans speaks to them.
“We appreciate all your help, but we should be heading out,” Kaval tells them.
“Back to your country?” Rimuru guesses.
“Yeah. We gotta report to the guild master about what we found here and about Shizu. Don't worry, we only have good things to say about your village,” the party leader swears with a playful wink.
“We'll tell him about you both, too, Rimuru, Aerith.” Eren chirps.
“If anything ever comes up, you can count on us,” Gido promises.
“Thank you. I'll keep that in mind.” Rimuru says with Aerith nodding in agreement.
It’s for a moment still between them. The trio is looking unsure at each other before they turn back to the curious Tempest couple.
“Hey, uh, could we possibly ask you for one more favour, Rimuru?” Kaval begins.
“What's up?”
“Do you think you could maybe take your human form again?”
Surprised, Rimuru looks at Aerith, who gives him an encouraging nod. She also wants to know why they ask this. So, in a poof and with smoke, Rimuru turns into his human form, that of a young, pretty lad.
Aerith can’t help but clasp a hand on her mouth as she sees how the trio bows before Rimuru, saying as one: “Shizu, thank you so much for everything.”
Now it’s clear what the humans do. Through Rimuru, they give Shizu their last farewell. How can Aerith not cry experiencing this?
“And I'll try to be the kinda leader you won't have to worry about,” Kaval promises.
“We had some great times together. I'll treasure those memories.” Gido gulps his tears down.
Eren let’s her tears flow, hugging Rimuru tight, sobbing out: “Thank you! You became like a big sister to me, Shizu.”
The elven is thankful that dear Shizu’s last journey had been with these three fine people, and she knows Rimuru thinks the same. Her boyfriend hugs Eren back and is surely ready to give them kind words on the way!
“By the way, what's the deal with that junk you call gear?”
“Rimuru!” Aerith chokes out, shocked.
“Huh? How mean!” the trio cries out, covering their gear the best they can.
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Turns out this was my Blueberries' weird way to tell them they would get new gear from us.
Weird way? I think I was just creative, baby!
Anyway! Kaval, Eren and Gido couldn’t believe their new gear had been made by world-famous Kaijin and the three dwarf brothers Garm, Myrd, and Dord.
After thanking the Dwarves for so long that we all got a little uncomfortable, the three travellers went on their way.
They were great, weren’t they? I hope we will see them again.
I’m sure we will, Aerith. I’m sure we will.
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It is out of question where Rimuru and Aerith build together Shizu's symbolic grave. She would for eternity look down at the village, seeing it grow and flourish.
Besides Rimuru in his human form and their Tempest wolves, Aerith spoke the Eternal Rest Prayer for Shizu's soul.
"Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord,and let perpetual light shine upon her. May her soul and the souls of all the faithful departed,through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen."
“Amen,” the others chorus, bowing demurly, before rising back up.
The wind dances through clothes and also fur as Rimuru and Aerith look down at their village. From alone their hands find each other.
“We aren’t forgetting our promise, Shizu,” Aerith swears to the spirit of their destined one.
Rimuru nods, squeezing his girlfriend's hand. “We won’t. But before we can go and slug Leon Cromwell, the dumb Demon Lord who made her cry, we need to gather some information.”
“Seems like this will be a long-time quest.” Aerith muses.
“I like the sound of that, Aerith. This will be our most important quest, no doubt.” Rimuru voices.
And so the Tempest couple, behind them Ragna and Nyx, look towards the horizon, as if they could already see their target, Leon Cromwell.
Whatever may come, together they would face it.
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Life continues on.
It’s beautiful in a way.
Even after a storm, the sun will rise again.
This is something one can be sure about.
Aerith walks around the expanding village, helping where she is needed, while she looks for Rimuru. Christina has made her another outfit, this time with short pants, and well, the elven wants to know how her boyfriend will react seeing so much skin.
Hehehe, I’m a tease! she thinks with a cheeky smile and blushing cheeks.
As Monica, she had long ago buried the hope of ever experiencing normal couple things, but now, as Aerith, the world is full of possibilities. She has Rimuru, she truly has a boyfriend and even one who is totally crazy for her!
God, if this is not amazing, then Aerith doesn’t know either.
Anyway, where is Rimuru? She hadn’t seen him for a while. Since right now no one needed her help, Aerith decided to look for her boyfriend in their home.
Her face turns into a comical frown of disbelief as she catches Rimuru in his naked human form, studying a also naked doppelganger of his.
“Aw, man. I look like Shizu. There are no remnants of my former manliness.” Rimuru hums. “I sure am a beautiful... dude? Dudette?”
“I will say,” Aerith speaks up drier than the desert, making Rimuru jump and turn to her with wide eyes. “What are you doing, darling?”
“Aerith, baby! I was just trying out my new skills! I promise!” Rimuru assure her, waving his hands frantically around.
Now the elven hums and crosses her arms under her breasts. “Really? It looked more like you were…mmmh…getting to know yourself again? Without me? You have a human body now and don’t let me join in the fun?”
The red Rimuru turned is surely illegal in some countries, as he splutters and points in disbelief at his girlfriend. “Wowowow! Hold on a sec! Where is my sweet, shy Aerith? You’re so…bold right now!”
“Ri, honey, I’m or was a 31-year-old virgin with internet! I didn’t watch only anime or play games, I enjoyed adult delights also, like reading smut fanfictions.” Aerith tutts playfully. “Just because I get shy when I’m experiencing love the first time truly, doesn’t mean I don’t have a libido!”
Okay, wow! Rimuru is lost for words. But it makes sense if he thinks about it. As the saying goes, still waters are deep! It’s always the shy and quiet ones who are freaks in the sheets, so to speak.
“Jeez, Aerith,” he murmurs, placing his hand on his fast-beating heart. “I’m sorry, then, baby. I just got excited trying out my human form and forgot to just ask if you wanna participate. Next time I will ask, I promise.”
“You better.” Aerith wags a playful finger at her boyfriend before she steps to him. “So what were you doing next?”
“Well, I wanted to check my sex as a human…”
“Oh…! Alright, let’s do it!”
It’s still for two or three heartbeats before Rimuru falls dramatically on the ground and Aerith starts to laugh like a hyena.
“Hey, diddle, diddle, there is no fiddle.”
“Oh my lord, you’re a Ken doll, ahahaha!”
“Funny, baby. I also don’t see any female parts…so I’m sexless!”
“You’re Barbie without boobs! Oh my god, my stomach hurts!”
Giggling mess, Aerith is she falls down on their bed, rolling around in delight. Seeing a human Barbie/Ken doll is just too much. It really looks like there down under! Absolutely nothing, just skin!
Rimuru shakes his head over his girlfriend and gets dressed. “It’s not like I had a gender to begin with as slime.” He absorbs the doppelganger back, then sits down beside her on the bed.
“At least you had a good laugh, ne?”
Suddenly, Aerith sits up with a devastated face made out of nightmare stuff, holding onto Rimuru's fur jacket.
“Rimuru, Rimuru!”
“Aerith, baby? What is it?”
“But if you don’t have a dick or a vagina…we truly can never have sex in the traditional way…”
Again, the silence returned, as Rimuru realised what Aerith had.
True, when he had been only a slime, they didn’t think really about the sex aspect. Their making out worked fine, but it is kind of cruel to have a human form now, and he still can’t give his love a true sex experience.
“Oh…” Rimuru murmured, pursing his lips, thinking of a solution. He would be lying if he didn’t want to have real sex, also, so this would benefit both of them. “Wait a sec, baby, I'm gonna ask Great Sage for help, okay?”
Great Sage? Is it possible for me to form a reproduction organ?
>>Calculation…Answer. While a traditional reproduction organ for procreation needs essential studies of the human anatomy and its inner workings, an organ for just the pleasure aspect is, in theory, possible. I recommend using the familiarity of a male organ, thanks to the experience of the gender in a past life.<<
“Thanks, Sage, this helps,” Rimuru says aloud before turning to a curious Aerith. “It’s in theory possible. We mostly have to go trial and error till I get it right, so I have my fun also.”
The breath she didn’t know she had been holding leaves in relief Aerith's lungs. “Okay…okay! We can totally do that! I mean, we don’t have to rush into things, right?”
“Exactly.” Rimuru agrees with a smile, stroking Aerith's hair and loving that he can finally do it truly with a hand. “We just started dating. There is so much we can try out now with my human form, like kissing!”
“Yes, Blueberry, kissing with lips, wow, this is already amazing!”
“And with tongue?”
“Of course!”
“Awesome…”
“Yes…indeed. There is so…so much more than just sex.”
“Yup…”
Both have moved closer, their forehead touching, which sends shudders down their spines. Skin on skin is heavenly. Molted golden eyes met burning heterochromatic red and blue ones, before their lips formally crashed against each other.
It is a beautiful, chaotic collision.
Where their previous kisses relied on the pliable, cool texture of his slime form, this is entirely new. There is heat. There is breath. There is the sudden, shocking realisation of teeth, soft lips, and the desperate friction of skin against skin.
Rimuru lets out a muffled, breathless sound—something between a sigh and a groan—as Aerith’s hands instantly tangle into his long, silver-blue hair. She pulls him closer, entirely eliminating the space between them. The force of it tips them backwards until Aerith’s back hits the mattress, pulling Rimuru right on top of her.
"Mmph—" Rimuru’s eyes flutter shut as he finally understands the sheer magnitude of what a human body can feel.
Aerith isn't holding back. Emboldened by his weight pressing down on her and the dizzying thrill of finally having a real physical connection, she parts her lips, inviting him in. Rimuru doesn't hesitate. The slide of his tongue against hers sends a literal jolt of electricity down his spine. It is a sensory overload in the best possible way. They chase each other's breath, the kiss turning deeper, wetter, and infinitely more demanding.
"Aerith..." Rimuru breaks the kiss just for a fraction of a second, his chest heaving, his core hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. His golden eyes are dark, blown wide with a hunger he is just now discovering he possesses.
"Don't stop," she whispers back, her voice husky, her cheeks flushed a magnificent, feverish crimson.
Rimuru lets his hands, which have been tentatively hovering near her waist, finally roam. He maps the curve of her hips, his fingers sliding down to grip the hem of the new short pants Christina has made for her. The sudden contrast of the cool fabric and the burning heat of her bare thighs makes his breath hitch.
"I really need to send flowers to Christina," he murmurs against her jawline, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her neck. He feels her pulse jump wildly under his lips. "This outfit is... incredibly distracting."
"That was... the point, Blueberry," Aerith gasps, arching her back slightly as his hands squeeze her exposed thighs. The physical strength in his new human hands is intoxicating. She wraps her legs around his hips, pulling him flush against her. Even without the full anatomical setup yet, the friction and the heavy, grounding weight of his body against hers send a rush of pure, unadulterated pleasure straight to her core.
Her nails lightly scrape down his back, tracing the light muscles of his new form. For a 31-year-old virgin, she is certainly making up for lost time, pouring years of pent-up romance, fantasies, and raw affection into every movement. She shifts beneath him, grinding her hips upward in an instinctual, needy rhythm.
Rimuru lets out a sharp gasp, catching his weight on his forearms to look down at her. Her lips are kiss-swollen, her heterochromatic eyes glazed with desire, and her chest rises and falls rapidly. She looks devastatingly beautiful.
He leans back down, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. This time, there is a rhythm to it—a slow, agonisingly hot mimicry of the acts they are still figuring out. His hands explore her curves, learning the exact amount of pressure needed to make her whine softly into his mouth. They roll across the bed, a tangled mess of limbs, breathless laughter, and deep, passionate kisses, completely lost in the intoxicating discovery of each other's bodies.
The overwhelming heat of the present is more than enough, but as the friction between them builds, the layers of fabric suddenly feel like an unbearable nuisance. The temperature in the room seems to have skyrocketed, and the barrier of their clothes is practically a crime against the intense connection they are forging.
Aerith breaks the kiss with a gasp, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Her hands slide from his hair down to his shoulders, gripping the lapels of his shirt.
"Blueberry," she pants, her voice thick with desire. "This is... way too much cloth."
Rimuru's golden eyes darken with agreement. He chuckles—a low, vibrating sound that rumbles deep in his chest and sends a fresh wave of shivers straight through her. "I couldn't agree more, baby."
With a sudden burst of urgency, Rimuru sits up just enough to give her room. Aerith doesn't waste a single second. Her hands grab the hem of his tunic, pulling it upward. Rimuru gracefully lifts his arms, letting her yank the garment over his head and toss it carelessly onto the floor.
Aerith’s breath hitches. She takes a moment to just look. His new human chest is smooth, flawless, and beautifully androgynous. There are no scars, just pale, perfect skin that flushes a lovely shade of pink under her intense gaze.
"My turn," she whispers, her hands already flying to the hem of her own top.
Rimuru doesn't let her do it alone. His hands join hers, his newfound dexterity making quick work of the fabric. In one swift, fluid motion, her top is pulled over her head and discarded right next to his.
"Wow..." Rimuru breathes out, his voice barely a whisper. He stares down at her, completely mesmerised. The blush on his face spreads rapidly down his neck. For all his bravado a moment ago, seeing his beautiful girlfriend bared to him like this makes his heart race at a million miles an hour.
"Like what you see, Master Slime?" Aerith teases, though her own heart is pounding so hard she thinks it might burst out of her chest.
"I love what I see," he answers earnestly, leaning back down.
When their chests finally meet, the sensation is absolutely electric. Aerith lets out a sharp, needy whine as the warmth of his bare skin presses flush against her bare breasts. The softness of her curves against his smooth, firm chest creates a contrast that drives them both a little crazy. Every intake of breath, every shift of their bodies, rubs them together and sends delightful sparks shooting through their nervous systems.
Rimuru buries his face in the crook of her neck, his lips hot against her skin as his arms slide underneath her back, holding her as tightly as possible. Skin on skin is a revelation. He can feel the exact rhythm of her heartbeat thumping wildly against his own.
Aerith arches up into him, her hands roaming freely over his bare back, tracing his spine and digging her nails lightly into his shoulders. The friction is maddening in the best way. She turns her head, capturing his lips once more in a deep, wet kiss that tastes of pure desperation and overwhelming love.
The world outside their bedroom completely vanishes, leaving nothing but the intoxicating heat of their bared bodies and the desperate, breathless sounds filling the room…
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It’s late afternoon now, time for the Goblin Kings daily report. All had seen how their masters had gone inside their tent and had not come out for hours, but they let them. They were happy for Rimuru and Aerith, their love an inspiration and the foundation of this village.
“That concludes my report, sir, ma’am.” Rigurd dutifully ends.
He hides his wide smile in a polite one, since the lord and lady look flushed, their hair still a soft mess, and he sees even a love bite on Lady Aerith's neck. Ah, this makes Rigurd think about his beloved late wife, to be young once more…!
“Good. It sounds like things are running smoothly.” Rimuru chirps, his arm wrapped around Aerith's waist, while she leans on him.
Maybe it's not that appropriate to basically cuddle in front of the whole village, but the Tempest couple doesn’t care! Any second not touching each other in a way seems like a crime!
“About food, I guess you won't be needing any, as usual, Master Rimuru?”
“Nah. It'd just be a waste seeing as I don't have any taste buds…?”
Wait, a second?! Rimuru screams inside his mind. I can taste Aerith! This showed me all our kisses. Then I can taste food also!
“Rigurd, Aerith?!” Rimuru formally vibrated on the spot from happiness. “I have a human form!”
“Erm, yes, you do, sir?”
Aerith laughs, kissing Rimuru's crown of the head, loving his excitement. “It means, he will join us finally for dinner, right darling?”
“You bet, I will, honey! From now on, any day!”
“Truly, sir?” Rigurd gasp joyfully. “Then we shall prepare a lavish fest for you and Lady Aerith!”
“Please do.” The couple chirps together.
“I'm gonna eat like nobody's business.” Rimuru declares, walking hand in hand with an amusend Aerith through the village. “I wonder what'll be on the menu? What do you think, baby? Meat? Surely meat! But then I need rice. But I haven't seen any rice plants. We should look for some. Then maybe we could sow some fields.”
“I would love it if we find some grain.” Aerith muses, swinging their hands. “I could make Pasta and Pizza then.”
It’s like lightning strikes him. Rimuru stops and gives an awed, hungry for Italian food look at his girlfriend.
“Real authentic Pasta and Pizza made by my real Italian girlfriend?!” He gasps, jumping up and down. “I will personally lead a search party to get you that grain, baby! I can’t wait to eat your cooking!”
Their walk leads them to the hunting party of Rigur.
“Lord Rimuru. Lady Aerith.” Rigur greets with a smile.
“Thanks for always hunting for us, Rigur.” Rimuru chirps, with Aerith adding her own thanks.
“It is my honour, sir, ma’am. We were just on our way to the forest now.”
“They're planning to have a feast tonight,” Rimuru explains. “Bring back something tasty, okay?”
“And be careful as always, yes? Don’t hurt yourself.” Aerith expresses, smiling one of her heartstopping smiles.
“So, does that mean you're gonna eat with us, Master Rimuru?” Gobta asks.
“Well, he has now taste buds in his human form, and he is eager to try them out.” Aerith giggles softly.
Only her giggle turns into a growl as Gobta truly says, “If Master Rimuru eats a lot, do you think his boobs will grow in?”
Lightning fast, the couple kicks Gobta from right to the left, where the goblin crumples down like a cheap firework.
“Disgusting!” Aerith hisses, while Rimuru glares down at the k.o.ed Gobta.
“I'm sorry. I promise to make sure Gobta is strictly disciplined.” Rigur promised while bowing in apology. “Anyway, I'll prepare some gourmet bulldeer for the feast.”
The Tempest couple thinks in cute cartoon image, an adorable animal looking like the love child of a cow and a deer.
“Sounds wonderful, Rigur.” Aerith praises.
“Cool! Sounds good.” Rimuru expresses excitement, wondering how such meat will taste.
It’s then how Rigur share that the magical beasts have been emerging from the forest lately, which sends off a worried feeling in the Tempest Couple. Even though Rigur tells them it’s normal for the beasts to wander when their environment changes, there is something they can’t put a finger on.
So Rimuru calls Ragna from his shadow, asking him to accompany the hunting party.
Better safe than sorry.
With the hunting party setting off, Rimuru and Aerith continue their walk.
It’s not just a leasure stroll anymore, they wanna test out their new abilties and the male just knows the place for.
Veldora’s Cave.
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>>Greetings Readers. It’s Great Sage with me, System.<<
[Yo, what’s up, gang?!]
>>After the emotional chapter from last time, we hoped you enjoyed the little slice-of-life chapter.<<
[Next chap, we're gonna meet the Ogres. Shit is about to hit the fan.]
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[We see each other in Chapter 9: Attack of the Ogres!]
[>>Goodbye for now and have an amazing day/night!<<]
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After the emotional damage of chapter 7, chapter 8 was a breath of fresh air.
Chapter 9, our Ogres/Kijins arrive, yuhu!
I can’t wait for Gabiru, that guy makes me laugh and then my dragon gremlin child Milim!!!
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and see you next!
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The Ballad of the Slime and Elven: 07
After dying via Fiat, Monica Russo wakes up as an immortal elven in a fantasy world—with a sassy RPG System, awkward powers, and a rubber chicken for a weapon. Teaming up with Rimuru Tempest, she stumbles through monsters, magic, and misadventures as she learns how to be a true main character.
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Chapter 7: Lady of the Flames
The morning sun barely pierces the heavy canopy of the Jura Forest, but inside their private quarters, the atmosphere is already warm.
Aerith stands before a polished bronze mirror, letting out a soft hum of frustration as she wrestles with her clothes. She likes these new clothes Christina made for her, but she is still a bit clumsy in fastening all these belts. Her long silver hair is draped over one shoulder, leaving the pale, elegant curve of her back completely exposed as she tries to pull together the laces of her cream inner shirt.
Squish. Boing.
"You know, I love your first main quest dress reward, I absolutely adore the little number you had on yesterday, but these tight pants should be illegal," a smooth voice chirped, dripping with lazy affection. “I should send Christina some flowers in thanks!”
Down on the floor, Rimuru jiggles forward. In his translucent blue slime form, he looks harmless, but Aerith knows better than to trust that innocent facade. Before she can even reply, the slime launches himself upward with a soft plop.
He doesn't just land near her—he lands squarely against the small of her bare back, right where her shirt is split open.
"Ah—! Rimuru!" Aerith gasps, a heavy shiver running down her spine. His gelatinous, cool body against her warm skin is an instant, electric shock. But instead of sliding off, Rimuru deliberately moulds his shape against her lower back, shifting his weight in a slow, rhythmic roll that feels entirely too good to be an accident.
"Mmm, you're so warm in the morning, baby," Rimuru purrs, intentionally expanding his form slightly to press firmer against her skin. A small, gooey pseudopod emerges from his side, sliding smoothly around her waist, tracing the curve of her hip beneath the unfastened fabric. "Let me help. I’m great with knots."
"Rimuru, Blueberry, that tickles... and that is not helping," Aerith breathes, though she doesn't pull away. Instead, her long elven ears flush a deep crimson at the tips. She leans back into his cool touch just a fraction, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "We have to meet Shizue and the others soon. If you keep distracting me, we’ll be late."
"Let them wait," Rimuru teases, his pseudopod sliding a little higher, lightly brushing the sensitive skin just beneath her ribs, making her breath hitch. "Besides, who's going to scold the leader of the village? Especially when he's busy appreciating his beautiful girlfriend."
Amused and thoroughly flustered, Aerith finally turns around, scooping the squishy blue slime up into her hands. She brings him up to her face, pressing him gently against her cheek first—relishing the cool, soothing sensation—before holding him at eye level. Her heterochromatic red and blue eyes are soft with deep affection.
"You are incorrigible," she whispers, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss directly against his smooth, gelatinous brow.
Rimuru practically turns a shade of pink, jiggling happily in her hands. "Hehehe, you love it. Now come here, let me actually help you tie that corset."
Aerith chuckles, setting him onto her shoulder where he happily nestles against her neck, occasionally nudging her jawline as she finally finishes getting dressed. Neither of them has any idea that the peaceful, intimate morning they are sharing is about to be utterly shattered by a roaring wall of fire.
They find Shizu while they take out Ragna and Nyx for a run. The black-haired woman is looking down at the Goblin Village from their Spot. It’s nice how Shizu likes it too.
“Good morning. Shizu.” Aerith greets warmly.
“Do you like our little village?” Rimuru asks, curious.
Shizu turns to them with a gentle smile. “Yes. I love it.”
“Glad to hear it, Shizu.” Rimuru chuckles happily.
“Shizu? If you like, why don’t you stay?” Aerith offers. “We would love to have you longer with us.”
“I appreciate it, Aerith, but I really should be going.”
Oh…this is unexpected. Rimuru and Aerith had hoped she would stay longer, that they would have more time with their destined.
“Why's that?” Rimuru wonders.
“Because if I do stay here, I'm afraid I'll bring you nothing but trouble.” Shizu signs, her tone full of sadness and a burden only she knows. “There's still something that I need to do.”
“What is it, if you don’t mind me asking?” Aerith requests with a cute head title.
“Not at all. I'm on a quest to find the man who summoned me to this world.”
“What happens when you find him?” Rimuru wants to know, but the silence is an answer enough. It will not be pretty. “Okay, then. Just promise that you'll come back and visit sometime. You're always welcome here, right, guys?”
“Of course.” Aerith chirps with their Tempest Wolves, agreeing excitedly.
This makes Shizu chuckle. She gives Ragna and Nyx a hug before she also hugs Aerith and pats Rimuru.
“Thank you. Well, I'll do my best. I mean it.”
That time for Shizu and her group to leave comes too soon.
Aerith holds Rimuru in her arms, while she waits with Rigurd, Rigur, Kaval and Gido that Eren and Shizu will join up with them. They would escort the adventure party at least to the border.
“Sorry to keep you all waiting.” Eren chirps sheepishly as she and Shizu walk up to them.
“We've been standing out here forever.” Gido signs tired.
“Yeah. And why do women take so long to get ready, anyway?” Kaval wonders.
Suddenly, Shizu stops.
The atmosphere changes from one second to the next.
“Why'd you stop?” Eren asks, not liking this one bit.
Then Shizu starts to groan and gasp, holding herself, while she can barely keep standing on her feet.
“Is something the matter, miss?” Rigurd questions , all looking at Shizu with worry.
“No, not again!” Shizu cries out in deep pain. She falls down on her knees, the mask splitters, and a beam of fire turns the sky dark!
The black-haired woman levitates over the ground till a ball of fire forms and expands from her, throwing anyone from their feet.
Aerith somehow kept a grip on Rimuru, who called to the others: “Whoa! Is everyone all right?”
As an answer, Kaval, Gido and Eren realise that Shizu can only be Shizu Izawa, Conqueror of Flames and the legendary hero of their guild! But how can this be possible?! She had been this 50 years ago; shouldn’t she be retired by now?
Fast Rimuru commands Rigurd and Rigur to evacuate the village. This will get ugly, no doubt, while Aerith frees her Whip-Sword, a special Katana Kaijin had made for her, from its sheath on her back.
The ocean of flames Shizu is levitating in gets more intense, and then where Shizu had been…Ifrit, the Fire Spirit, forms. Now there is no doubt that Shizu is the legendary hero.
Ifrit let’s out an angry roar, fire storming them. Kaval protects Eren and Gido with a magic barrier, and Aerith waves her Whip-Sword fast to create an ice wall before Rimuru and herself.
System is going bonkers.
ALERT!
ALERT!
ALERT!
SPECIAL MAIN QUEST!
DEFEAT IFRIT AND SAVE SHIZU!
REWARDS: LEGENDARY OUTFIT OF LADY OF THE FLAMES, LEVEL UP BY THREE LEVELS! HP, STATS AND MAGICULES WILL RISE SIGNIFICANTLY!
Gritting her teeth, Aerith waves the Quest Menu away and gets ready for the fight. Rimuru is beside her, and also Kaval, Gido and Eren, the three adventurers not running but facing Ifrit to also get their friend Shizu back.
Ifrit summons three flying Salamanders.
The fight is on!
The three Salamanders hiss, their reptilian bodies pulsing with liquid magma as they circle Ifrit like a crown of living embers.
"Eren, Gido, support me from the back!" Kaval yells, drawing his sword, his boots scraping nervously against the charred earth. "We have to draw them away from Shizu!"
"Right behind you!" Eren cries, her hands already shaking as she begins channelling her magic.
But Ifrit isn't waiting for them to coordinate. With a harsh, grinding screech, the Fire Spirit gestures forward. The three Salamanders dive-bomb from the sky, trailing thick streaks of choking black smoke, aimed straight at the trio of adventurers.
Before the Salamanders can reach them, Aerith steps in front, gripping the hilt of her custom weapon. With a sharp, metallic clack, the seemingly solid blade segmentally releases, uncoiling into a long, gleaming ribbon of razor-sharp steel. Her heterochromatic eyes flash with focused intensity as she feels the cold rush of magic flowing through her. She drops into a low, rhythmic stance, her movements as elegant as a dancer’s.
Aerith whips her flexible blade into a wide, upward spiral. Instead of water, a brutal torrent of jagged, razor-sharp ice shards erupts from the steel ribbon, propelled with the force of an avalanche. The circular, whipping motion of her blade weaves a dense shield of frozen spears that slams directly into the diving Salamanders.
The impact is explosive. The extreme cold of Aerith’s ice magic instantly freezes the liquid magma within the beasts, shattering their fiery bodies into millions of non-flaming rocks upon collision with her blade. In seconds, the flying threats are neutralised, reduced to dust on the burnt ground.
Up in the air, Ifrit’s fiery eyes lock onto Aerith. Angered by the destruction of his summons and the presence of potent ice magic, the spirit unleashes a localised vertical wall of inferno, a massive column of fire intended to consume her.
"Ah—Look out, she's trapped!" Eren screams.
"Not today!" Rimuru shouts. 'Great Sage, activate Analysis!'
Instantly, Rimuru targets the intense energy signature. >>NOTICE: Analysing 'Icicle Lance' from target: Eren. Analysis complete. Mimicry can be acquired.<<
Fast Rimuru makes Eren shoot an Icel Lance through him, which he eats with his Predatory Skill, so he can now use the ice magic attack too.
Then Rimuru launches himself to Aerith’s side, his slime form pulsing as he concentrates. "Aerith, cover me!"
Aerith doesn’t hesitate. She shifts her grip, whirling her flexible sword around them in hyper-fast, complex patterns that look more like a rhythmic dance.
A blinding, swirling vortex of heavy snow and solid ice constructs erupts around the couple, creating a perfect, domed barrier. Ifrit’s massive wall of flames clashes directly against the glacial construct. The extreme temperature difference triggers a violent physical reaction, creating an immediate, massive explosion of blinding, scalding white steam that quickly blankets the entire battlefield.
Under the cover of the dense fog, Rimuru releases his newly acquired power.
"Eat this! ICICLE LANCE!"
Dozens of large, brutal spears of solid ice manifest in the air around Rimuru, launching with supernatural speed through the thick steam. The attack strikes Ifrit directly, catching the spirit completely off guard. While the spears melt upon contact with his main body, the overwhelming cold forces the fire giant to recoil violently, momentarily dazing him and disrupting his fiery aura.
'Great thinking with the steam, baby!' Rimuru’s voice echoes in Aerith's mind, full of excitement. 'He can't see us, and he's dazed! Let's rush him and get Shizu back!'
"Right beside you, Blueberry!" Aerith calls back, her voice bright despite the intense heat radiating from above. The whip-sword trails ice-cold mist as she prepares for the final strike, determined to save Shizu and claim the rewards waiting for her.
Ifrit unleashes a furious, deafening roar through the dense fog, his flaming body pulsating violently as he struggles to shake off the freezing shock of Rimuru's icicle barrage. He begins to channel an immense, desperate wave of heat to vaporise the remaining mist, but Aerith is already moving.
Her heterochromatic eyes lock onto the staggered spirit. With a sudden burst of immense physical grace, she leaps directly into the air, her silver hair streaming beautifully behind her.
"You're not going anywhere!" Aerith shouts.
She swings her arm with absolute fluidity, releasing the hilt's tension mechanism. The segmented blade uncoils completely, stretching out like a massive, undulating metallic serpent. Rather than striking to cut, she channels her magic directly into the flexible steel, coating it in a thick, unbreakable layer of pure permafrost.
With the flawless precision of a master ribbon dancer, Aerith weaves the blade around Ifrit's massive torso and arms. Clack! Clack! Clack! The whipping metal coils around the Fire Spirit tightly, locking him in place.
The moment the frozen blade secures its grip, a blinding flash of blue energy erupts. A dense, monolithic block of ancient ice instantly encases Ifrit from the shoulders down, sealing his destructive flames within a heavy, frosted prison. The spirit thrashes wildly, a muffled screech escaping his fiery jaws, but the magical ice holds him completely paralysed.
"Now, Rimuru! He's trapped!" Aerith cries out, holding the hilt firmly to maintain the binding magic.
'On it, baby! Beautifully done!' Rimuru’s voice rings out with triumphant excitement.
From the ground, the translucent blue slime launches himself straight toward the centre of the massive, frozen inferno. Mid-air, Rimuru’s small body expands exponentially, shifting into a massive, swirling vortex of dark, translucent blue energy. The sheer presence of his aura commands the battlefield as a gaping, gelatinous maw opens wide.
"PREDATOR!" Rimuru bellows.
The specialised skill activates with terrifying force. A massive vacuum of gravitational magicule pressure wraps around the frozen Fire Spirit. With a final, desperate flicker of his dying flames, Ifrit is entirely uprooted from the earth. The massive spirit, along with Aerith’s ice construct, is swallowed whole into the infinite space of Rimuru’s stomach lining, completely isolated and consumed.
As the dark aura dissipates, Rimuru lands softly back on the ground, bouncing once before returning to his cute, manageable slime form.
At the exact same moment, a fragile, unconscious figure begins to fall from the sky where Ifrit once floated.
"Shizu!" Aerith gasps. Snapping her whip-sword back into its solid katana form with a clean flick, she dashes forward. With flawless agility, she slides across the dirt and catches the black-haired woman gently in her arms.
Shizu is pale, her breathing shallow, but the malevolent, suffocating heat that had possessed her is entirely gone. She is finally free.
Suddenly, a triumphant chime echoes exclusively in Aerith's mind, accompanied by a glowing golden screen that illuminates her vision.
QUEST COMPLETE!<< IFRIT DEFEATED & SHIZU SUCESSFULLY SAVED!<< REWARDS DISTRIBUTED:<<
Level Up: +3 Levels Gained!
Attributes: HP, overall stats, and high-density magicules have risen significantly!
Inventory Added: Legendary Outfit: Lady of the Flames!
Aerith lets out a long, relieved sigh, a bright smile spreading across her face as she cradles Shizu safely against her lap.
"We did it, Blueberry," she murmurs softly, looking over at her boyfriend.
Rimuru bounces right up to her side, leaning his cool, gelatinous body affectionately against her knee as he looks down at Shizu's peaceful face. "Yeah, we did. Heck of a workout for a morning run, huh?"
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“Aerith? Rimuru?” Shizu croaks out tired.
She is lying in a warm, comfy bed, Aerith and Rimuru beside it, taking care of her. The elven looks radiant in her new outfit, a true queen of flames, yet she is gently placing a wet rag on Shizu's forehead like a dutiful nurse.
“Shh, Shizu.” Aerith coos, tucking her blanket up. “You should rest.”
“I need to say this: Thanks so much.” Shizu murmurs, blinking the dark spots from her eyes. “Ifrit took over. And I very nearly killed the people I cared about. Like last time. I was wondering...Can I tell you something? ”
“I’m with Aerith. You should rest,” Rimuru answers her gently.
“But I want you both to know my story. To know that I lived…”
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How could we say no to such a request?
So Shizu told us about her life, though her memory was a bit fuzzy.
She spoke of Ifrit. How it possessed her after she arrived here.
And how she had killed her own friend.
Everything.
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“When Pirino died... I stayed. I had to serve the Demon Lord. I was his closest aide. But then, I met someone.”
“Who was it?” Rimuru asks.
“The Hero. There was a battle. The Demon Lord abandoned his castle and left me behind as the rear guard. Maybe I stayed there because it was the will of Ifrit. Or maybe it was simply of my own volition. I'm still not sure.”
Shizu explains how the Hero appeared, but didn’t kill her. No, she took her in, and the beloved mask of hers is a gift from the hero. It would boost Shizu's magic resistance and help suppress Ifrit.
Shakingly, Shizu reaches for the mask on the bedside table, seeing her struggle, Aerith hands it to her, and she presses the mask close to her heart.
“As we travelled around together, I learned about the world, and she taught me about magic.” Shizu continues, absentmindedly caressing her mask. “Thanks to this mask, I even learned how to utilise Ifrit's power, to some extent anyway. By helping others and fighting.”
“That’s how you got your nickname, mmh? It fits you, Conqueror of Flames.” Aerith muses, gently stroking Shizu's hair from her forehead.
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Shizu continues to tell us about the happy times she had as the partner of the hero, the lessons she learned, and the adventures they faced.
Till one day, the hero left her, with the promise to see each other again in the future.
Shizu couldn’t tell why the hero left her, but she decided to become strong and help people who were suffering.
She worked really hard for decades. People started to call her a hero and a champion. But she aged still.
Shizu worried that Ifrit would once again escape and kill, so she became an instructor.
She became a teacher in a school for otherworlder children in the Kingdom of Ingrassia.
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“It was actually one of my students who told me about the video game line you said, Rimuru. Do you remember what it was?”
Together with Shizu, Aerith and Rimuru chirp: “Nice to meet you, I'm not a bad slime, slurp."
The three chuckle together.
“It was a lot of fun. Those were peaceful times. Some of my students left to pursue their own adventures. In fact, one of them is now the Grandmaster.”
“Grandmaster?” Aerith and Rimuru parrot, not knowing what that is.
“The person responsible for overseeing all the guilds in every country.”
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We felt how we were getting closer to the end of Shizu's story.
It hurt to see her getting weaker, but we kept listening.
Shizu told us how she felt like she didn’t have anything more to teach. Then, as she neared the end of her life, it became more difficult to suppress Ifrit's will.
Also, she remembers something important. A quest she gave herself.
To find the Demon Lord who summoned her to this world.
Shizu didn’t know if she wanted revenge, but it became a back thought after meeting Eren, Gido and Kaval.
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“They're really good people, if not a little danger-prone.” Shizu chuckles weakly.
“Yeah, that's true.” Rimuru agrees with Aerith, nodding along.
“I had a lot of fun, but now...Hey, Mister Slime, Miss Elven, will you please tell me your names?”
“Huh? I'm Rimuru, remember?”
“And I’m Aerith, Shizu.”
The Tempest couple looks worried at each other. Is Shizu losing her senses? Is she... dying?
“Your real names, sillys.”
“Oh. It's Satoru. Satoru Mikami.”
“I’m Monica. Monica Russo.”
“I'm Shizue. Shizue Izawa.”
Shizue takes a deep, slow breath. It seems…she is starting to let go. Tears start to well up in Aerith's eyes.
“Satoru. Can I ask you something? For a favour?”
“Of course. Whatever you need.”
“Could you...eat me?”
This is more than unexpected; this is shocking! Rimuru and Aerith can’t help but gasp as tears trail down the elven cheeks.
“Just like you ate my curse. Right now, I feel like I'm at peace. I'm so glad.”
“Are you sure, Shizue?” Aerith sobs, holding onto her hand.
“I am, Monica. You know…I don't love this world, yet...I can't hate it, either. Kind of like the man who summoned me here. That's why... why I...I don't want to be absorbed by this world. So please…Satoru…This is my last request. Would you... Please let me rest in the one place I'll feel safe.”
A beat of silence, before Rimuru agrees softly.
“What's the man's name?” The slime wants to know.
“Leon Cromwell. He's a powerful demon lord.” Shizue explains.
“What did you wanna find out from him?”
Shizue doesn’t answer right away.
Aerith feels how weak and frail the black-haired woman's hand gets in her grip. The elven now fully crying.
This is the end…the end of a hero.
“I...I just wanted him to acknowledge that I…a human girl, actually existed.” Shizue gaps out, breathing heavy. “The kids. Saturo, Monica, you two can still help them. Maybe they can...return to their worlds.”
Rimuru places a flipper over Shizue's hands resting on the mask, while Aerith pulls the hand she holds to her chest.
“I swear on the name of Satoru Mikami. No, on the name Rimuru Tempest-”
“I swear on the name Aerith Tempest, once Monica Russo-”
“We will make sure that the demon lord, Leon Cromwell, hears your final wishes.” The couple promises with their whole hearts.
“Thank you…” Shizue murmurs her last words.
With a smile on her face, her body ages in seconds, turning her into the old woman she is and…then she takes her last breath.
“Shizue!” Aerith cries, gently placing her hand on the bed. “We only had a short while together, but it was an honour and joy to have you be a part of our lives!”
“Shizu...Our destined one, please rest in peace, within me.” Rimuru expresses with a shaking voice.
“Riposa in pace, amore nostro,” Aerith speaks in Italian, the last farewell. “Che la terra ti sia lieve."
Slowly, the elven steps back from the bed, so Rimuru can fulfil Shizue's last wish.
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What the adventure party of Kaval, Eren and Gido with Rigurd, Ragna and Nyx find as they step into Shizu's tent is not far from unbelievable, shocking.
Shizu's bed is vacant.
Aerith cries like a widow.
And bathed in sunlight is a young boy with blue hair, who slowly turns towards them, his own golden eyes filled with tears…
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Today, no System and Great Sage with the preview, would just ruin the mood T_T
I hope the fight was okay?
I'm gonna cry for 1000 years now, bye!
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And I mean connect and talk, and not trying to sell me pictures, comics, etc., like a lot of people do these days, okay?
My answer is ALWAYS no to this.
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· Long comments
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The Ballad of the Slime and Elven: 06
After dying via Fiat, Monica Russo wakes up as an immortal elven in a fantasy world—with a sassy RPG System, awkward powers, and a rubber chicken for a weapon. Teaming up with Rimuru Tempest, she stumbles through monsters, magic, and misadventures as she learns how to be a true main character.
Thanks to anyone who will comment. I love all of you, and I’m so grateful already!
I want to tell you, I’m happy with every interaction. Even sending an emoticon makes me screech with happiness. :D Also, if English isn’t your first language, just write in your own language the comments!
I speak Italian, German, and English, and for all other languages, there is Google Translate. I don’t mind translating your comments. ^^
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I want to see my little girl!⁓
Here she comes!⁓
I want to see my little girl!⁓
Enjoy :D
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Chapter 6: Shizu
The world feels entirely made of light; the sun casts a brilliant, honeyed glow over everything it touches, turning the pristine river into a ribbon of scattered diamonds.
Humming a quiet melody, Aerith is placing the picnic blanket on the riverbank, getting anything ready for the picnic, while Rimuru shows their Tempest Wolves, Ragna and Nyx, his Black Lightning.
Aerith can’t help but twitch a bit at the incredible destructive power of Rimuru's magic, but dutifully continues to unpack their lunch.
A few weeks have passed since they returned to the Goblin Village with Kaijin and the three dwarf brothers. What had once been only a few huts was becoming, under the guidance of the dwarven, a real village.
Kaijin is, of course, teaching his blacksmith skills.
The oldest dwarf brother, Garm, is now acting as the town's armour smith. The middle brother, Dord, taught everyone his superb crafting techniques, while the youngest and quietest brother, Myrd, became the town's new resident architect.
Yes, all is going well in their village, but what makes Aerith blush and her heart skip a beat is her relationship with Rimuru.
After their moment in the cell, things have changed for the better. They grew closer, really close. For days, they have danced around their feelings, not daring to name them, not hoping for more, when Rimuru had taken a leap of fate.
“A picnic?” Aerith murmured quietly as she lay with Rimuru in their bed. Since coming into this world, it had been natural for them to share not only a bed, but also a home now.
Under the clear moonlight shining down from the window, Rimuru looked like a beautiful, precious gem.
“Yeah,” Rimuru murmured back, nuzzling his body against Aerith's lovely face in his way of kissing. “I…I want to take you out, and since we still lack restaurants and cafe shops…”
The elven heterochromatic eyes twinkled in happiness.
“So…like a date?”
“Not like a date, a date!” he corrected gently.
“Yes, please!”
Unable to resist anymore, and also thanks to Lionheart, Aerith pressed her lips on Rimuru's cold surface in a deep kiss. He lacked lips to kiss her back truly, but neither cared. He gently pressed with his whole body back against the heaven of Aerith's soft lips.
“I never had a date.” Aerith expressed, feeling faint under Rimuru's affection.
“Me neither.” Rimuru shared with a soft giggle. He formed a little flipper to stroke over her beautiful silver-white hair. “I will behave like a gentleman, I promise…unless you don’t want too⁓”
The slime didn’t need eyebrows to wiggle, since Aerith understood him perfectly. A light snort left her kiss-swollen lips before she hugged him tight to her.
“Keep kissing me, you naughty boy.”
“Gladly⁓”
And he did just that the whole night, till they fell asleep.
Now, in the light of a new day, Aerith feels the butterflies flying widely in her stomach as Rimuru joins her on the picnic blanket.
Like always, he takes his place on her lap, and she loving caress him. Ragna and Nyx are a bit further away to give their masters privacy, but how happy their tails wag, you just know they peek and listen in a bit.
“Did I tell you how pretty you look today?” Rimuru hums, enjoying how nicely Aerith had styled herself for their date.
If he remembers right, one of the female goblins, Christina, made this coat, dress and boots for her.
Aerith giggles with a soft blush, cupping him. “Only 100 times or so.”
“Well, it’s true, baby. You’re always beautiful, but right now, all mine and all dressed up for me, even more.” Rimuru chirps, loving how the elven beauty is swooning.
“Hehehe…baby⁓” Aerith repeats. “Then you’re my Blueberry.”
“Blueberry?” Now Rimuru laughs. “'Cause I’m round and blue, eh?”
“And sweet…and taste good.”
Rimuru feels how his core temperature rises. He knows she is referring to all the kisses they have shared. Once again, he curses himself for not being able to taste her back, but he tries to concentrate on the positive aspects.
“Mmh? Is this so, baby?” Rimuru purrs, creating a flipper to cup her cheek and stroke over her lower lip. “Shall we enjoy our picnic, or do you crave some Blueberry first?”
A soft, needy moan leaves Aerith's lips, and she can’t help but lick Rimuru's flipper. “Blueberry⁓”
“Thought so.” The slime groans, loving Aerith kitten licks on his surface. At least he can feel this. “C’mere⁓”
More invitations don’t need Aerith. She wraps her arms around Rimuru slime body, pressing him hard against her chest, while her lips descend on his surface, meeting him, kissing him. God, she is already addicted to Rimuru’s taste. Something fresh and clean, like how you describe starlight and magic tastes.
Rimuru presses, nestles against her lips, mimicking kissing the best he can without lips, but with burning love in his heart. Gods, he loves her, he loves her so much, and he wants to give her anything she wants! Even if he is just a slime, even if he can’t, in traditional senses, love her, Rimuru will do his damn best to try to get as close as possible!
Still, I need to figure out how to get a human body. I know Aerith doesn’t care, but she deserves a lover who can truly hold her and I want to hold her.
The heat between them flares instantly, melting away the cool riverside breeze. Aerith groans softly against his slime surface, her fingers sinking deep into the grass at the edge of the blanket as she pulls him even closer. She slides him up from her lap, pressing his malleable, delightfully cool body right against the exposed skin of her collarbone and the column of her neck.
"Ah... Rimuru..." she gasps, her heterochromatic eyes glazed with pure affection. The contrast of his refreshing, star-like coolness against her rapidly rising body heat is intoxicating.
Rimuru doesn't hesitate. Driven by a surge of pure adoration, his slime form shifts and stretches fluidly. He expands slightly, moulding his body perfectly to the curves of her chest and neck, mimicking a tight, breathless embrace. He forms multiple soft pseudopods that act like phantom hands, tenderly tracing the line of her jaw, smoothing over her silver-white hair, and caressing the sensitive tips of her long elven ears.
Every point of contact sends a jolt of electricity through Aerith. She arches her back slightly, letting out a breathless, needy sigh that vibrates straight through Rimuru's core.
God, she feels so amazing. Rimuru’s thoughts race, his internal temperature skyrocketing to a point that would make Great Sage question his biology. He focuses entirely on the sensation of her smooth skin, the frantic beating of her heart against him, and the sweet, heavy gasps leaving her lips.
Wanting to drive her crazy the way she does to him, Rimuru focuses his form against her lower lip again. He doesn't have a tongue, but by shifting his surface in a rhythmic, teasing friction, he coaxes her lips open. Aerith whimpers, completely undone by the sensation, and drinks him in. She sucks gently on his shifting form, her hands coming up to cradle him securely against her face as their kisses grow deeper, wetter, and completely desperate.
"You're... so bad at being a gentleman," Aerith pants heavily during a fraction of a second when they break for air, her cheeks flushed a bright, beautiful crimson. Her chest heaves under her custom coat and dress as she stares down at him with pure, unadulterated desire.
"I told you... only if you wanted me to be," Rimuru purrs, his voice echoing with a deep, velvety resonance. He strokes a soothing, warm trail down to the dip of her collarbone. "And right now, baby, you don't look like you want a gentleman at all."
"I don't," she whispers fiercely, leaning down to trap him in another deep, soul-melting kiss, completely lost in their own little world on the riverbank.
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“Come on, you two, that's all you got!” Aerith yells playfully from the back of the running Nyx.
“Seems like our mates are in sheer awe of our beauty, my lady.” Nyx chortles.
“We will win the race back to the village, you slowpokes!” Aerith teases, her white-silver hair dancing around in the wind.
Rimuru can’t help laughing, while Ragna huffs amusend.
“Don’t be so sure, baby! I believe in Ragna!” Rimuru yells back. “Come on! Let’s show them what we got!”
“Yes, master!”
So they have a funny and exciting race to reach the village.
Since as offical leaders of the village, Aerith and Rimuru could only enjoy their picnic for two hours tops. Even if Rigurd, now the Goblin-King, did his work well, they all always waited for their input in the end. Well, no one said leading a village is easy!
At least Team…no, the Tempest couple had each other to rely on.
It’s like…we’re married. Aerith thinks dreamily. Urgh, I shouldn’t go overboard! We only had our first date, and none of us said the three words yet. The wedding is still in the distant future.
Still, thinking about it made Aerith feel close to tears. As Monica, she had giving up on her dream of marriage, and now as Aerith, it is a huge possibilty.
When Rimuru on Ragna overtook her on Nyx, Aerith couldn’t help but think about another wish she had buried deep inside her soul.
The chance of being a mother.
I…don’t think we can procreate normally…but maybe…we could adopt children? Would Rimuru want this? Aerith wonders pensive.
Her mind wanders to this possible future, she and Rimuru surrounded by children of different races, being a big happy family.
Yet…there is the deep longing of having Rimuru's child. Maybe a little slime? A little mini blueberry? Or would the little slime be silver because of Aerith's hair?
[…Hey, Gamer Girl. I know it’s hard, but for you guys…sex is one thing, procreating is different. Rimuru can’t give away traditional his genetic material, and neither can you take it as elven. You would need to be a slime or Rimuru, an elven.]
It is still weird to hear System being a bit less sassy. Now that Aerith is Level 30, System kind of had a personality update. The elven wonders how System would be in the future since she is still levelling up.
Yeah, I had a feeling. I just…It had been a nice thought.
[…Adoption is also nice, isn’t it?]
Mmh, yeah. A lot of orphans need a home in this world.
“Haha! We won, Aerith!” Rimuru's celebratory voice takes her out of her funk. She smiles mischief back, as Nyx comes to stand beside Ragna, the Tempest Wolves nuzzling each other. They have reached the main entrance to the village.
“Yeah, by what? 3 seconds.”
“3 seconds can mean anything, baby.”
“Like 3 cenetimeters⁓”
“Naughty girl!”
Like the besotted idiots they are, Aerith and Rimuru cackle, while Ragna and Nyx sweatdrop at their masters. That’s over 30-year-old virgins for you!
After they calm down the wolves with their masters trot along the future main street, while Rimuru can’t help but shake his head over Gobta, teaching and failing a group of goblins how to summon a Tempest Wolf from their shadow, while Aerith is still in disbelief at how big their village got with the 500 new goblins. Jeez, after naming them all, Rimuru and her had been knocked out for 3 whole days!
“Lord Rimuru! Lady Aerith!” Rigurd calls and races up to them. The Tempest Couple is sure that since he had been named Goblin King, he digivolved some more.
“Oh, Rigurd.” Aerith waves, while Rimuru asks: “What's up, my guy?”
“Sir, Ma’am, we've just received a message from the security team,” Rigurd informs. “It says they've spotted suspicious beings in the forest.”
“Monsters?” Rimuru asks, with Aerith frowning.
“No. Humans, my lord and lady.”
“Humans?!” The Tempest couple gasps.
“Yes, it's possible that they're scouts sent here from another nation to expand their dominion.”
Rimuru and Aerith look at each other and nod. They need to check this out to validate whether these humans are friends or foes.
Finding the humans turns out to be easy, since they’re hunted down by Giant Ants. One of the four humans, a woman with long black hair and a mask, seems to have things under control, killing the beasts with her flame-bathed sword.
However, one Ant is still alive, ready to attack her, when Rimuru lets his Black Thunder loose, completely evaporating the giant insect!
“Man, Black Lightning really is boss-level stuff.” Rimuru signs, as the dust settles. “I'd better shelf it after all.”
“I will say, dear.” Aerith agrees, catching the white mask and holding it carefully in her hands.
The three buddies of the strong warrior woman look in disbelief at what they see.
“A slime?” They chorus. “With an elven?”
“Yep. You got a problem with us?” Rimuru asks with an imaginary raised eyebrow.
“I hope you’re alright,” Aerith adds with a friendly smile.
“Erm, yes, Miss.” The blond-haired man utters. “We just never saw a talking slime.”
“He IS unique, isn’t he?” Aerith agrees, kneeling down before the warrior woman with Rimuru by her side, holding the white mask out. “Here, I think this belongs to you, Miss.”
“I hope I didn't hurt you with my Lightning Skill,” Rimuru adds, as the woman takes the mask from Aerith.
The Tempest couple is in awe…they have meet her sooner then expected…the one whos destiny is intervived with theirs.
“I'm all right. You saved me, thank you. And thank you for catching my mask.” The warrior woman says in a soft voice.
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Later, the same day, Aerith and Rimuru walk with Rigurd up to the tent that houses their newest guests. Of course, they couldn’t let their destined and her friends leave in the forest, even though the Goblin King is worried that giving them food is wrong, the Tempest Couple assure him it was the right thing to do.
All ignore the inelegant squabble for the roasted meat coming inside the tent and step in.
With Great Sage's help, Rimuru remembers that he saw the three adventurers before in Veldora’s Cave, and Aerith is surprised how their destiny can eat through her mask. This takes skill!
“My apologies. I fear we have little to offer you, but we welcome you as our honoured guests.” Rigurd clears his throat. “ Please allow me to make introductions. Here. May I present to you the masters of our village, the Great Lord and Lady Rimuru and Aerith!”
“The masters? As in plural?” The three adventurers gasp.
Rimuru jumps into Aerith's awaiting arms, titling himself. “Got a problem with that?”
“Uh, no, not at all.” The blond adventurer ensured.
“We knew that you weren't an ordinary slime, but it's so shocking.” The blond female adventurer chirps.
“Still though…” the other male adventurer murmurs. “An elven and a slime as masters over goblins? Now I have seen anything.”
Of course, Rimuru senses how nervous the humans are because of him, so in Aerith's arms, he goes all harmless and kawaii mode. “Nice to meet you! My name is Rimuru the Slime! I'm not a bad slime, slurp.”
Not only does Aerith snort, but surprisingly, also the black-haired warrior woman!
Hold up, did she understand that reference?! Rimuru and Aerith are astonished.
“Forgive our rudeness.” The blond man bows. “It's just that we thought we were done for back there, and we never expected to be rescued by a monster. Thank you so much.”
The blond woman nods with a sweet smile. “Yeah, and thanks a lot for feeding us, too. Everything's really delicious.”
“We appreciate your hospitality. The last thing we expected to find here was a bunch of Goblins building a village.” The brunette man admits.
“If you don’t mind us asking.” Aerith begins in her most sweetest tone, which gets everyone to blush. “Who are you and what brings you to the Jura Forest?”
“The name's Kaval, ma’am, not that it's saying much, but I'm the leader of this party.” The blond man reveals.
“My name's Eren, my lady.” The blond woman smiles sweetly back.
“And you can call me Gido, Miss Aerith.” The brunette man offers. “It's a pleasure to meet you.”
Kaval points then at the still nameless female. “While she's not a permanent party member, this girl is tagging along with us since we were going the same way.”
“Shizu.” She gives her simple name.
Shizu…a sweet name. Aerith likes it. She seems very elegant.
Shizu, mmh? She's gotta be from Japan, too. Look how she sits. Rimuru notes.
Kaval explains to Aerith and Rimuru what they’re doing here in the Jura Forest. Apparently, their boss, who is this cranky old guy, ordered them to come here.
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Kaval told us their entire plan, because you can obviously trust a random slime you found in the forest.
Maybe, dear, it’s because I’m with you? They surely think that if a High Elven is partners with a slime, the slime can’t be bad.
Could be, baby. So a guild master in Blumund, one of the kingdoms that borders the Great Forest of Jura, had asked them to investigate the monster activity in the area.
I had a feeling freeing You-Know-Who, aka Veldora, would cause trouble. Now we have people snooping around our home.
I asked them if there would be a problem with building a village here.
Kaval, Eren and Gido were sure that the guild wouldn’t care, but they had no clue how the kingdom would react.
So we have a future possible problem on our hands.
We need to prepare for any situation, but for now, we have invited the four humans to stay the night in the village, which they have accepted with gratitude.
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The setting sun bathes all in golden-orange light as Rimuru, in Aerith's arms, finds Shizu. It’s strange in a way that Shizu is actually watching the sunset from where they had dubbed their spot. Their Spot gave a great view of all the Goblin Village.
“Good evening, Shizu.” Aerith greets her with a lovely smile.
“Do you have a minute?” Rimuru ask when they stand beside her. “We wanted to ask you something. Um, are you from-?”
“Master Slime, that line you said. It was from a game, right?” Shizu answers with her own question back. “The: I'm not a bad slime, slurp.”
“Yeah, I know the game also.” Aerith shares, making Shizu chuckle.
“I heard your laugh; this explains why.” Shizu hums, patting Rimuru. “I've never played it, but I heard about it from someone else who's from my country. Are you both from Japan, as well?”
“Aerith is from Italy, but I’m from Japan,” Rimuru explains.
Elegant Shizu puts her mask away, giving the pair a pretty smile. “Italy. I only saw pictures of it once in a book. The colosseum in Rome, if I remember right. It had something magical about it.”
“Like you still feel the spirits of the Romans, mmh?” Aerith guesses.
“Yes, like that.” Shizu agrees. “I'm glad I met you, Aerith, Rimuru. So tell me, how did you come to this world?”
“I got stabbed to death.”
“A Fiat, eh, a car, ran me over.”
“That's terrible.”
“Eh, it's alright,” Rimuru assure her, cuddling up to Aerith more, who looks lovingly down at him. “I was reborn as this super cool slime, and my Aerith as this divine elven. We met, and since then we’ve been together.”
“You found love in each other, I see.” Shizu suspects right, making the couple blush and giggle bashfully. “It’s really beautiful. You could rely on each other in this new world.”
“Was it different for you, Shizu?” Aerith wonders, sensing the loneliness in the other woman's heart.
“Yes, a bit. I'm what you call a Summon.”
Summon…thankful Rimuru had explained to Aerith a while ago what these were. During a ritual that lasts several days, mages perform a ritual to bring someone here. The Summon is expected to perform as a powerful weapon. They use magic to carve a curse into the Summon's soul. That way, they can never defy their master.
And Shizu is a weapon…poor thing. Aerith thinks sadly for her.
Cursed, what a cruel destiny. Rimuru signs in his mind.
The Tempest couple wants to ask more, but keeps their mouths shut for now. It would be very rude, no question.
So Rimuru asked when Shizu had been summoned in this world.
“A while ago. There was fire. The town was burning.” Shizu explained.
“A war?”
“Bombs were falling from the sky.”
“The air raids during the Second World War.” Aerith murmurs. Shizu is that old? But she looks so young! Was this a side effect of being a Summon?
“My mother and I tried to get to safety, but then she...”
“It’s okay,” Aerith says, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You don’t need to finish this sentence.”
It is more than clear what happened to Shizu's mother: death took her.
For a moment, it’s quiet between the trio before Rimuru gets an idea.
“Oh, hey! Do you wanna see something cool, Shizu?” He asks.
“Oh? Like what?”
“Aerith, you also get ready, okay?”
After his lover nods, Rimuru ask Great Sage through Thought Communication to show them his memories.
The women gasp in surprise, holding onto each other and Rimuru as the world turns into a starry sky and then shows…Aerith?
Huh?
Aerith in lingering?
“Rimuru!” Aerith gasps, embarrassed, while Shizu can’t help but giggle.
“Ahh! No, I didn’t want to show this! That’s private, PRIVATE!” Rimuru wails, before the image flickers and now shows Tokyo after World War 2.
The city is still in ruins, but it slowly transforms into the Tokoy Rimuru had been living as a human.
“Beautiful, to see this with your eyes.” Aerith gushes. It is different from the Tokyo she had seen through TV shows, because Rimuru had looked at it and saw home.
“Amazing.” Shizu gasp with a pretty smile. “It reminds me of New York City. I saw it on a postcard once.”
“After the war ended, peace came to Japan. The towns and economy all flourished.” Rimuru explains.
“That's great. I'm so glad. I wish my mother could have seen this.”
“It may be a long shot, but Aerith and I wanna make this a world where everyone can live in peace, too.”
“I see. I hope it really happens.”
“Well, you know the saying: two heads are better than one.” Aerith chirps, making all laugh.
Suddenly, their moment ends as Shizu cries out in pain and Aerith barely catches her.
“Shizu!” Aerith and Rimuru yell in worry.
“What’s wrong?” the elven adds.
Slowly, Shizu stands back on her own feet and puts her mask back on.
“I’m sorry I worried you.” She speaks. “I'm fine. Thank you.”
“Are you sure?” Rimuru wonders.
The masked woman just nods.
Unsure what to do now, the Tempest couple looks at Shizu, who strangely seems to be really fine. But what had been this strange pain attack?
That’s when Kaijin calls for them. “Hey, Rimuru. Hello, Lady Aerith. Can I get your expert opinions on something? We need to talk to you about where to build a new house.”
“Oh, sure,” Rimuru calls back, jumping into Aerith's arms.
Both turn to Shizu, bowing in farewell. “Bye.”
“Bye,” Shizu answers back, while the Tempest couple follows Kaijin back into the village.
As Shizu recalls her painful past, Rimuru and Aerith hope they can share many more moments like this with Shizu.
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The Ballad of the Slime and Elven: 05
After dying via Fiat, Monica Russo wakes up as an immortal elven in a fantasy world—with a sassy RPG System, awkward powers, and a rubber chicken for a weapon. Teaming up with Rimuru Tempest, she stumbles through monsters, magic, and misadventures as she learns how to be a true main character.
Thanks to anyone who will comment. I love all of you, and I’m so grateful already!
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I speak Italian, German, and English, and for all other languages, there is Google Translate. I don’t mind translating your comments. ^^
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This was fun to write!
I can’t believe next chapter my Baby Shizu will join us T.T
I’m so happy!
Enjoy this chapter :3
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Chapter 5: Soulmates and the King
“Ah, this truly is paradise…” Rimuru melts into a puddle of pure bliss, his slime body squishing happily under a blond elf girl’s chest. Kaijin is a saint. A visionary. A god among dwarves!
But his internal celebration is abruptly cut short when he glances across the table.
Aerith looks like she has reached absolute nirvana. Thalor is casually feeding her a peeled grape, while Aelrin’s soft whispers turn her cheeks a shade of crimson that rivals a ripe tomato. Steam practically puffs from her ears.
Hey! Wait a minute! Rimuru’s inner voice screeches, his slime body tensing up. Why does she get the premium, reverse-harem treatment?! And why does looking at that smooth-talking dark elf make my nonexistent stomach churn? Is this jealousy? No, no, I’m a mature adult. I’m just… looking out for my friend! Yeah, that’s it!
“So, Kaijin,” Thalor purrs, his eyes locked onto Aerith’s dazed expression while his hand gently rests on the small of her back. “What brings you and your, ah… exquisite new friends to our humble establishment tonight? A celebration?”
“Ha! You could say that!” Kaijin roars, slamming a large tankard of dwarven ale onto the table. “We’re celebrating a miracle! These two managed to secure the Magisteel mine materials I needed, saving my hide from that uptight bastard, Vesta!”
“Oh my, is that true?” The blonde elf holding Rimuru gasps, squeezing him tighter. “You’re all so strong and brave!”
“Hehehe, it was nothing really,” Rimuru squeaks out, trying to sound cool while simultaneously trying not to peek over at Aerith again.
“A-actually…” Aerith finally finds her voice, though it sounds about three octaves higher than usual. She tries to look sophisticated while sitting on a jaw-droppingly gorgeous elf's lap, but fails miserably. “Rimuru did most of the heavy lifting. He’s amazing.”
Thalor hums softly, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “Is that so? A powerful slime, and a beautiful lady with excellent taste. A truly fascinating duo.” He leans in closer to Aerith, his voice dropping to a velvety whisper. “But tonight, you shouldn’t worry about mines or ministers. Tonight is all about your comfort.”
Aerith lets out another high-pitched squeak, her brain completely short-circuiting.
’Comfort’?! What do you mean by comfort?! Hands off my Aerith, buddy! Rimuru mentally flails, a vein practically popping on his glossy blue surface. He is about to hop over and physically intervene when the oldest dwarf brother, Garm, nudges Kaijin with a massive grin.
“Look at ‘em, Kaijin. I think we lose ‘em both to the elves.”
“Gahaha! Let ‘em enjoy it!” Kaijin laughs, raising his mug. “To new friends, and to the Butterflies of the Night! Cheers!”
“Cheers!” the group echoes.
As the drinks begin to flow and the atmosphere grows livelier, Rimuru tries to relax back into his own elven paradise. But every time Thalor chuckles, or Aelrin brushes a strand of hair behind Aerith’s ear, Rimuru can’t help but emit a tiny, low-frequency growl. Just you wait, you flashy elves... once I figure out how to get my human form back, it is OVER for you guys!
Meanwhile, Aerith doesn’t have a clue about Rimuru's jealousy. She is way too busy being tended by Thalor and Aerlin.
Mmh, this is paradise⁓ She formally moans in her thoughts, while Thalor strokes her inner leg and Aerlin whispers absolute filth in her ear. So it’s like this when men find you attractive. I feel so hot and worshipped and needy! It doesn’t help that the boys are practically inviting me to a threesome!
“You are so incredibly soft, my lady,” Aelrin’s breath hitches against her earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to make her toes curl. “I bet you taste even sweeter than these grapes. If we are somewhere more private, I won't stop until I hear you crying out my name... and Thalor’s.”
Aerith’s entire body shudders, a delicious spike of heat shooting straight down her spine. Oh my god. Oh my god. Is this real life?! I am literally sandwiched between two peak-tier elven gods, and they want to ruin me!
Thalor chuckles deeply, the vibration humming against her thighs as his hand moves a dangerous inch higher up her inner leg. “Look how beautifully she flushes, Aelrin. She’s practically begging for it. Tell me, sweetheart… what kind of things do you like? Do you want us to be gentle with you, or do you want to see just how rough two desperate elves can get?”
GAAAAAAH! Someone call an ambulance, my heart is going to explode! Aerith mentally screams, her hands gripping Thalor’s broad shoulders just to stay upright. Her core feels completely melted, a heavy, throbbing ache settling between her thighs. She wants to answer them, she really does, but her brain completely devolves into pure, unadulterated mush.
She steals a quick, dazed glance over at the rest of the table through hooded eyes. Kaijin and the three brothers are completely lost in their own drinks, laughter, and their elven company, totally oblivious to the absolute debauchery happening in the corner.
But then her eyes land on Rimuru.
The little blue slime is practically vibrating, his shiny surface twitching violently as he glares daggers at Thalor’s straying hand.
Wait, is Rimuru… mad? Aerith blinks sleepily, a bit dazed. No way, he’s probably just overwhelmed by all the elven boobies.
“Distracted, darling?” Thalor purrs, nipping lightly at her jawline to snap her attention right back to him. “That won't do. Focus on us. Aelrin, I think our lovely guest needs a little more persuasion...”
Aelrin slides his hand around the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair as he leans down, his lips brushing against her jaw. “Let us take care of you tonight, Aerith. Every single part of you.”
Aerith lets out a breathless, needy whimper, completely surrendering to the heat consuming her. Yep. Definitely paradise. Rimuru can handle himself, because I am NOT leaving this couch tonight!
Seeing Aerith like this, being formally undressed by hands that aren’t his, pisses Rimuru off like nothing ever did! Why is he even feeling this way?! He should enjoy being surrounded by beautiful elven and not care that Aerith is enjoying herself.
He should be happy for his friend!
He should turn his attention to his own elven companion!
But suddenly being squeezed under boobs who aren’t Aerith feels wrong.
I can never give her this. Rimuru realises bitterly. I’m just a slime, I can’t hold her like Thalor. I can’t whisper in her ear like Aerlin…I’m just a stupid blob of magicules!
Since he had been reborn, Rimuru had accepted his new life as slime, but tonight, all in him wished to be again Satoru Mikami and sweep Aerith into his arms.
Why am I feeling this way? Could…could it be…?
Kaijin's loud laughter rips Rimuru from his own thoughts. “I still can't believe that happened earlier. After I busted my ass, you made flawless long swords like it was nothing.”
“They were only flawless because they were copies of your original,” Rimuru answers as friendly as he can, while his eyes dart over to the corner of Aerith and her reverse-harem. “I just analysed your incredible work and then used that magisteel cluster to copy it.”
A grunt escapes Kajin. Oh dear, this doesn’t sound good.
“Sorry if that was out of line.”
“Honestly, it is a little frustrating.” Kaijin signs, before a smirk forms on his face. “No matter. I suppose next time I'll just have to make a weapon so amazing that even you won't be able to copy it. I'd relish a challenge.”
Rimuru's relieved chuckle turns into a pissed-off growl as he sees how Aerith has lost her green corsette. These two elf playboys actually dare to undress her, and she lets them?! The Fuck?!
“That's the spirit! And speaking of spirits, refill, please!” The slime tries his hardest not to sound angry, but how he holds up his trankard shows how ready he is to explode.
All notices this, even Aerith in her Lalala-Land.
The lively atmosphere formally tilts over into awkward silence.
“Rimuru?” Aerith murmurs, worried for her friend. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong! Just…go back to whatever you were doing. I’m fine, totally fine!” Rimuru grits out, not even looking at her anymore, while his little body is vibrating.
No one believes this, but no one dares to say anything.
Kaijin and the three dwarf brothers are suddenly very interested in their drinks, and the elves don’t even try to hide their curiosity over what will happen with the High Elven and the slime.
Unsure and feeling strange in her tummy, Aerith puts her corset back on. Right now, the paradies she had found in Thalor and Aerlin feels…wrong.
I feel like I…cheated on Rimuru? But that’s absurd! We aren’t even a couple. I mean, he enjoys elven, I enjoy elvens, it had been such a nice evening, and now I feel…cheap?
The dark-skinned elven woman suddenly speaks up. “Oh, Master Slime and Lady Aerith? Would you like to have your fortunes read? I’m quite the medium if I say so.”
That is unexpected.
It’s such a whiplash, and the knowing wink the elven woman sends Aerith makes clear the fortunetelling elven woman wants to help.
“Oh yes, that sounds nice!” Aerith chirps nervously, giving Rimuru a shaky smile. “We could ask how the village will be in the future?”
If Rimuru had lips, he would purse them. He doesn't have any interest right now in fortunetelling; he wants to get drunk, to erase this whole evening from his mind, but Aerith…Aerith looks so small right now. So desparte that all is back to normal between them…how can he say no?
Maybe I’m just thinking too much! I don’t wanna make Aerith feel bad…she didn’t do anything wrong, just finally enjoying a main character moment. My strange feelings are my problem, not hers.
“I suppose.” Rimuru murmurs.
So the fortune-telling elven gets her crystal ball out and begins.
Suddenly, the crystal ball begins to pulse with a bright, violet light. The mist inside swirls like a violent hurricane before snapping into a hyper-clear, vivid image.
It shows a beautiful woman, clearly Japanese, hugging a little black-haired girl, while four other kids look at them in sadness.
Gasps are heard all around the table as the image concentrates on the lovely face of the Japanese woman.
“Incredibal…” the fortune-telling elven murmurs.
Aerith and Rimuru stare at the woman in the crystal ball, wondering the same. Is she an otherworlder like them? And whose destined is she?
“Master Slime, Lady Aerith,” the elven medium looks at them in awe. “In all my times as a fortune-teller, something like this never happened. Whoever this woman is…she will mean a great deal to both of you! You two and she are intertwined by destiny itself.”
The silence that follows the medium’s words is suffocating.
The image in the crystal ball slowly fades back into an ordinary, cloudy mist, but the weight of what it showed hangs heavily over the table. Rimuru’s mind is a chaotic mess of overlapping thoughts. A Japanese woman? Kids? And she’s destined for... both of us? The bitter, burning jealousy that had been consuming him just moments ago suddenly morphs into a profound, confusing bewilderment.
He steals a glance at Aerith.
Aerith is completely frozen, her cheeks still flushed from her earlier escapades, but her eyes are wide with shock. The lingering warmth in her core suddenly feels very far away. Intertwined by destiny? To Rimuru and... a mystery woman? Is this some kind of cosmic joke? She looks down at her loosely laced corset, feeling a strange, sudden pang of guilt that she can’t quite rationalise.
“Well,” Thalor breaks the silence, his smooth voice lacking its previous playful edge as he clears his throat and sits back, giving Aerith some space. “It seems the lady’s future is far more complicated than a simple night of passion.”
“A destiny shared between a High Elf, a slime, and a human,” Aelrin muses, rubbing his chin as he looks at Rimuru with newfound respect—and a hint of caution. “Fascinating.”
“Gahaha! See? I told you these two were a miracle!” Kaijin roars, trying desperately to shatter the awkward tension. He slams his hand on the table, making the tankards rattle. “Destiny itself has its eyes on 'em! Drink up, boys! To the mysteries of the future!”
The dwarves and the other elven hostesses quickly pick up the cue, trying to force the lively atmosphere back into existence. But the magic of the Butterflies of the Night has officially fizzled out for the two main attractions.
And then it gets worse.
Before Aerith and Rimuru can get a grip on themselves, an arrogant voice from the bar calls over: “My, this is interesting. Should you really be wasting your time drinking?”
All turn to the voice, seeing a brunette man in fine clothes, getting served by an elven hostess.
“Good evening, Kaijin.”
“Great, it's Minister Vesta,” Kaijin grumbles.
Oh, so that’s Vesta! Rimuru and Aerith think the same.
That guy really looks and acts like a massive asshole. No wonder Kaijin isn’t amused to see him.
Vesta doesn’t care how unwelcome he is, and walks up to the table to chest Kaijin for drinking when he should be working on the 20 long sword. Only to look like a damn fool, when Kaijin retorts he already fineshed them.
Realising he can’t get a rise like this from Kaijin, Vesta turns to Rimuru.
“Honestly, I'm more concerned with that creature.” Vesta sniffs in disgust.
“Who? Me?” Rimuru ask in disbelief, while Aerith feels her hackles rise.
He is looking down on Rimuru?! That bastard!
“This is a nice place. I can't believe you would have the audacity to bring that disgusting thing inside and serve it like a guest. Just looking at it makes me queasy.” Vesta continues, even holding a tissue to his mouth, like he wants to stop himself from puking. “So, since when do you allow monsters inside your establishment, Thalor and Aerlin?”
The atmosphere in the lounge turns icy instantly. The playful, hedonistic warmth of the Butterflies of the Night vanishes, replaced by a tense, suffocating silence.
Thalor’s expression hardens, the seductive Playboy act completely slipping away to reveal a sharp, dangerous intensity. He slowly stands up, his towering elven frame casting a shadow over Vesta.
“Minister Vesta,” Thalor says, his velvety voice now dripping with cold disdain. “The guests of this establishment are chosen by us. And I suggest you watch your tongue before you insult a High Elf's companion in our home.”
Aerlin also stands up to be beside his business partner. “Anyone is welcome here, as long as they behave themselves. Our noble king allows anyone into the city, and we do the same with our establishment.”
“Mmh!” Vesta just scoffs before he pours his drink over Rimuru! “You have forgotten how to treat lowlifes like this slime. Let me remind you.”
All gasp, shocked, and before anyone can react, Kaijin suckerpunches Vesta into his arrogant face! The minister doesn’t fall down, because he can grasp the bar while holding his hurting chin.
“Kaijin! You dare?!”
“You had it coming!” Kaijin growls back. “No one talks about my guests like this, Vesta!”
The dwarven blacksmith lands another hit on Vesta, knocking him this time out.
That’s why Aerith and Rimuru find themselves back in the cell with a sleeping Gobta, only this time also with Kaijin, Garm, Dord and Myrd.
Kaijin attacked a minister, even if said minister is a giant bastard, but even so, it was a crime, and since Vesta is resentful, the whole gang got blamed.
They now have to wait in prison till their trial.
“I’m terribly sorry, Rimuru, Lady Aerith.” Kaijin signs beside them on the wooden bench. “None of this would've happened if I had just controlled my temper. What's worse is that I got you guys involved. Sorry.”
“Hey, it's okay.” Garm waves it away.
“Don't worry about it,” Dord assured him. “Seriously, there's nothing to even apologise for.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Say something!”
“Rimuru…” Aerith signs, before she turns to Kaijin beside her. “Master Kaijin, what will happen during the trial?”
“Oh, don't worry about it, Lady Aerith. We won't get executed or anything. It'll likely end with a fine.”
“If you say so…”
“Anway!” Rimuru talks in between. “Is there a reason why that Minister Vesta guy seems to have it out for you?”
So Kaijin tells them how once he was captain back in the palace, over one of the seven orders of royal knights under King Gazel Dwargo. At the time, Vesta was assisting Kaijin as his second-in-command. He bet Vesta, who came from nobility, hated working for him, the son of peasants. Anyway, one day, a supersoldier program with golems Vesta lead was literally burned to a crisp. Sneaky Vesta used Kaijin as a scapegoat, even bribing others for false testimony, that Kaijin just quit all.
“What a pathetic creep,” Rimuru grumbles with Aerith nodding along.
“You're not wrong. Still, though, if I'm being honest, I really don't think he's that bad a guy. He and I had different ideas, but he's a hard worker and passionate about his research. The pressure he felt to complete that project came from his desire to please the king. My leaving this town might be good for him; perhaps he'll wise up and move on with life.”
“You’re really sure you want to come with us?” Aerith ask again to be sure. “We would be so incredibly grateful, but someone of your calibre could work for kings.”
“I’m sure, Lady Aerith.” Kaijin chuckles. “This is just what I need, believe me.”
“Now hold on a second. If you want Kaijin, then you gotta take us, too.” Garm pips up.
Rimuru and Aerith look surprised as the three brothers make clear that wherever Kaijin goes, they will go to. Of course, they will take them in with open arms.
And so, even though quite chaotic, they have found and would bring back artisans to their village.
The heavy iron door of the cell seemed to absorb the low, rumbling snores of Gobta, who was sprawled out on a pile of straw without a care in the world. After the adrenaline of the brawl and the weight of Kaijin’s history had finally settled, a deep, collective exhaustion washed over the dwarves.
One by one, their heads began to nod. Kaijin leaned his massive shoulders against the stone wall, his breathing syncing up with the rhythmic, heavy snores of Garm and Dord. Myrd gave one final, silent nod of agreement to a conversation that had already ended before closing his eyes.
Soon, the only sounds in the dim prison cell were the breathing of the sleeping dwarves and the distant, rhythmic dripping of water somewhere down the corridor.
Aerith sat quietly on the edge of the wooden bench, pulling her knees up to her chest. The high-class elven corset was laced tightly and properly now, a stark contrast to the loose, breathless state she had been in just hours prior. Her cheeks still held a faint, lingering flush, but it wasn't from desire anymore—it was a mixture of residual embarrassment and a strange, heavy quiet in her chest.
A soft squish sounded beside her.
Rimuru hopped up onto the bench, settling a small distance away from her. Without his usual energetic bouncing, his slime body looked smaller, somewhat deflated under the dim torchlight.
"Hey," Rimuru's voice was a quiet, soft octave, barely above a whisper so as not to wake the others. "You okay?"
Aerith turned her head, letting her chin rest on her knees as she looked at him. A soft, self-deprecating smile touched her lips. "I think so. It’s... been a really weird night, Rimuru."
"Yeah. No kidding," Rimuru murmured, his glossy blue surface reflecting the amber glow of the torch outside the bars. He shifted slightly, his nonexistent eyes tracking the stone floor. "Listen... about earlier. At the lounge. I'm sorry I snapped at you. I was acting like a total jerk."
Aerith blinked, surprised by the sudden apology. The lingering knot of guilt in her stomach loosened just a bit. "You weren't a jerk. Vesta was a jerk. You just... seemed really stressed. I thought maybe the fortune-telling freaked you out."
"It wasn't just the fortune-telling," Rimuru admitted. He hopped a fraction of an inch closer, the cool surface of his body brushing against the fabric of her skirt. He let out a long, heavy sigh that actually caused his form to ripple. "I saw those guys... Thalor and Aerlin. The way they were looking at you, holding you... whispering to you."
Aerith’s breath hitched slightly, her mind flashing back to the intense, intoxicating heat of the elven gods. "They were... a lot," she whispered, her face warming up again.
"They were smooth. And they had hands. And faces," Rimuru grumbled softly, a hint of that earlier, vulnerable bitterness creeping back into his voice. He looked up at her, his rounded features moulding into an expression of raw honesty. "I looked at them, and then I looked at myself, and I just... I felt so useless, Aerith. I’m just a blob of jelly. I can’t feed you grapes, or wrap my arms around you to keep you warm, or... or do any of the things a normal guy is supposed to do when he wants to protect someone. I guess I just got scared that you'd realise a flashy elf is way better company than a monster slime."
Aerith’s heart squeezed painfully. The sheer vulnerability in his voice completely shattered the last remnants of her lingering embarrassment.
Without a second thought, she uncurled her legs and shifted closer, reaching down to gently scoop Rimuru up into her lap. She didn't care about being proper or about the scandalous whispers of the lounge. She just wanted him close.
"Aerith?" Rimuru squeaked softly as she cradled him against her chest, right over her heart.
"Don't say things like that," she whispered, her voice thick with sudden emotion. She brought her hands up, gently stroking the smooth, cool top of his head, her fingers tracing the soft curves of his form. "Don't you dare call yourself a stupid blob of magicules. You are the most amazing, kindest, most ridiculous creature I’ve ever met."
Rimuru went entirely still in her arms, absorbing the gentle, rhythmic strokes of her hands. The cool, soothing sensation of her skin against his body felt entirely different from the tight, suffocating hold of the blonde elf from earlier. This felt... safe. It felt like home.
"But I don't have a human body," Rimuru murmured softly, melting just a bit into her touch. "I couldn't even stop Vesta from pouring a drink on me."
"And Kaijin punched him into next week for it, because everyone in that room knew you didn't deserve it," Aerith countered softly, leaning her head down so her hair brushed against his blue surface. "Thalor and Aerlin were fun, Rimuru. It was a crazy fantasy, and yeah, my brain completely melted because I've never had handsome guys pay attention to me like that. But it was just... noise. It didn't mean anything."
She paused, lifting him up slightly so she could look directly into his glossy features. Her one red eye and one blue eye were bright, filled with an earnest, unwavering sweetness.
"Those elves don't know me. They don't know the girl who ended up in this crazy world with you. But you do," Aerith said softly, a tender smile gracing her lips. "You shared your name with me. You built a village with me. You survived the Direwolves with me. I don't care if you're a slime, Satoru. You don't need a human form to sweep me off my feet. You already did that the day you decided we were going to take on this world together."
Rimuru felt a profound, overwhelming warmth bloom deep within his core—a sensation far more powerful than any magicule burst or predatory skill. The bitter jealousy, the insecurity, the longing for his old human self... it all evaporated under the steady, affectionate gaze of her eyes.
"Monica..." Rimuru’s voice was barely a whisper. He leaned his body forward, pressing his soft, malleable form affectionately against her cheek, mimicking a gentle hug. "You really mean that?"
"Every word," she cooed softly, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the cool, comforting pressure of his embrace against her face. She wrapped her arms securely around his round body, holding him tight against her chest. "We're partners. Soulmates, destiny, or whatever that crystal ball was babbling about... none of it changes the fact that I choose you. Every single time."
"Heh... you're making me blush, and I don't even have blood vessels," Rimuru chuckled, his body vibrating with pure, unadulterated happiness. He relaxed completely, letting himself turn into a soft, happy puddle right in her lap. "But... thank you. I needed to hear that."
"Anytime, Master Slime," Aerith teased gently, her fingers continuing their slow, soothing strokes across his back.
As the quiet hours of the night dragged on, the tension that had gripped them since the lounge finally dissolved into nothingness. Wrapped in the quiet sanctuary of their mutual trust, Aerith leaned her head back against the stone wall, her breathing slowing as sleep finally began to claim her. In her lap, Rimuru remained perfectly content, a small, protective guardian keeping watch over her dreams while the dwarves slept on.
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In the end, the trial had been a joke, but thanks to King Gazel Dwargo's final verdict, Kaijin and the others were just banished from the country.
They were now free to join Rimuru and Aerith in the Goblin Village.
The Tempest Team had achieved their goal of recruiting artisans, even the most skilled artisans that Dwargon had to offer.
And so they travelled back home, towards a new horizon.
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[No King Gazel besides a sentence, but ey we got a lot of AeRi, the official shipname of Aerith and Rimuru!]
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I hope you liked this chapter, and I have a question for you ^^
Since I don’t wanna make people uncomfortable, but I probably will end up writing smut or at least get close to it, I will first set the rating higher, to be sure, and then I thought about this.
Should I make a line break with NSFW Begins and then NSFW Ends so you can skip the sexy parts? Would you be okay with that?
Share your thoughts!
Anyway, in the next chapter, my baby Shizu arrives, yeah!!!
Bye for now!
Also, whatever happened to Gobta???
He is still sleeping in the cell XD
But we know he finds his way back home ^^
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And I mean connect and talk, and not trying to sell me pictures, comics, etc., like a lot of people do these days, okay?
My answer is ALWAYS no to this.
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