How to Survive as a Slime in Another World
I woke up as a slime in a strange forest full of monsters.
A romance fantasy? No way. I was adapting while playing a survival fantasy, and then...
A human fell into the forest.
He had a shabby but aristocratic outfit, a beautiful face, and a painful past with a kind, upright core.
This is totally a fantasy protagonist!
If I stay close to him, maybe I can spend a luxurious old age in the human world. With that thought burning in my eyes, I dreamed of a future as his companion monster.
I thought we were steadily rolling along together and building battlefield camaraderie.
* * *
Elijah snatched me away from someone else's arms and took me for himself.
"You can't hold it like that."
...? You’re just the same, though.
"She’s very shy. My slime likes my hands best."
Elijah’s pretty eyes gently blocked my view.
"Right? You only have me."
Was this guy always this kind of character?
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