Chapter 67: Again...

  Celia, Maralia, And Ria: “…”

  Arriving at the nest, the three were then faced with… well, not Barboes. Or more accurately, the Barboes were being slaughtered by a different monster…

  Ria: “Lady Celia, let us return home.” She deadpanly proposed, grabbing her hand, and then walking back the way they came.

  Celia: “A wise idea, Ria.” She agreed, also deadpan.

  Maralia: “You two… Slimes are, at the highest, Level 300. Even without Celia’s Enchanted gear, we can exterminate them, and receive an even better reward for doing so!” She exclaimed after catching up with them.

  Celia: “Did you hear something, Ria?” She asked, not even looking back.

  Ria: “Just our other companion wholeheartedly agreeing with our escape.” She voiced happily, as she was holding onto her beloved’s soft hand, but still deadpan.

  Maralia: “???”

  The monster war waged on around them, soon encasing the three. Now, even if they wished to flee, they had to kill Barboes or Slimes, as they ran…

  Ruina: “Maralia, absurd events keep happening to Celia. So they’re choosing to run away, preventing another crazed thing from occurring.” She informed into Maralia’s mind.

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  Maralia: “Eh?…” Her reply would normally sound bouncy, but she took on Ria’s and Celia’s deadpan tone, instantly accepting that her dearest still had this troublesome trait.

  Whistle!

  Out of nowhere, a piercing sound shook the forest, stunning the three in place. From this, they couldn’t stop what happened next…

  Ria And Maralia: “Celia!” They both shouted.

  Falling from the sky, a large Slime landed on Celia, engulfing her into its body. Like this was some grand plan; it then fled at a crazy speed for its towering size. Even Cynthia would think it a giant…

  Celia: “…”

  Maralia: “Inspect!” She yelled while looking at Celia’s kidnapper.

  :Status:

  Name: Flan.

  Sex: Depends On Mood.

  Race: Royal Slime.

  Age: 593.

  HP: 250,000/250,000.

  MP: 1,000/1,000.

  AGI: 9999.

  STR: 753.

  DEX: 307.

  INT: 5,973.

  Hunger: 180,000/180,000.

  True Level: 3,705.

  Race Level: 2,705/6,000.

  Current EXP: 1,993,994/2,000,000.

  From his/her Status, Maralia could only assume that Flan was an intelligent coward. Thankfully, Celia, who was still inside of the Royal Slime, was perfectly fine.

  But its speed was even too much for the Goddess Maralia to keep up with. Tall trees were destroyed constantly, as the two, since Ria got left behind minutes ago, chased each other.

  Maralia: “Being tricked by a mere Slime…” She scoffed, clicking her tongue.

  Though they ran, it was actually in circles. Flan had manipulated Maralia, leading her into a trap. Now, she was surrounded by Large Slimes. The lowest Level one was… Level 486, defying her previous knowledge on how strong a Slime could become.

  Midas wasn’t that cruel, and though she didn’t mention Large Slimes to Maralia, the Goddess didn’t blame her. Clearly, like always, with her bad/good luck, Celia managed to encounter a Race of Slime, that wasn’t even recorded. Two of them…

  Flan: “(\ - o - /)”

  As if to further insult the Goddess, the Royal Slime jiggled its large, jelly-like body, as if this was a Slime’s method of gloating. Then, in a flash, Flan darted away, leaving Maralia with her mouth agape.