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Chapter 15: Dragonoid
New/updated skills:
Unique skill: Wave of Emotion Mutated
Gained the property to increase user’s strength nigh infinitely but does not increase defense nor does it protect the body from itself, basically you become a glass cannon with the power to fight god but afterwards the strain has the possibility to kill you.
Part 1: Mental Health Go Brr
As the whispers of my magic sense envelop me once more, the world unfurls like a beautiful tapestry before my eyes. My enchanted interface chimes softly, revealing that I’ve been lost in slumber for three long days. As I sink deeper into my seat, an unexpected warmth wraps around me, pulling my gaze upward. To my surprise, I find myself nestled comfortably on Rimuru’s lap, a serene haven amidst my drowsy reverie.
I take a moment to drink in the transformation of the throne room, now a breathtaking completion of our dreams. Shifting slightly, I mold into my human form, my legs draping lazily across his lap while my arms curl around his shoulders, seeking the comfort only he can provide. “Good morning, my love,” I murmur softly, resting my head against his shoulder, still cocooned in the lingering drowsiness of my extended slumber. “What happened while I was sleeping?”
His chuckle dances through the air, filling my heart with warmth. “Ah, finally awake, my love? The throne room was complete, and we’re nearly ready for our boy’s grand coronation. All we’ve been waiting for is you to wake up,” he reveals, his radiant smile igniting a glow deep within me. Gently, he pets my head, and I can feel the love radiating between us. “And worry not, but Alyx was quite panicked; three whole days without a peep from you had him thinking the worst,” he adds with a light-hearted laugh, a tinge of real concern lingering in his eyes.
“Hey! You were worried too, Dad! It wasn’t just me!” Alyx chimes in, his cheeks flushing with a delightful mix of embarrassment and affection. “Isn’t it a good thing for a son to care about his mother? I love you both!” He huffs, pouting adorably before quickly turning away, shy yet fiercely protective.
“Aww, look at our little diva! Such a sweet-heart!” I tease, my heart swelling with pride as I reach across the space between us, my arm stretching playfully to boop Alyx on the nose.
His reaction is nothing short of delightful chaos. He squirms, releasing a flurry of flustered sounds—a blend of squeaks and unfiltered growls, resembling an adorably anxious pup. “D-don’t patronize me, please!” he stammers, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite his best efforts to appear indignantly unamused.
In this enchanting moment, affection blankets us like a warm embrace, and I can’t help but revel in the love we share—a love that transcends words, binding our hearts in beautiful harmony.
I chuckle softly, a playful glimmer dancing in my eyes as I boop him again, then bury my face into the welcoming warmth of Rimuru’s neck. Oh, how his comforting heat envelops me, washing away my worries like a soothing balm, while I breathe in the sweet, intoxicating scent that lingers in the air, calming my restless heart. His silky hair brushes against my cheeks, urging me to tuck it away gently. “Yeah, yeah, Alyx… I love you, my darling puppy, and how could I ever forget my beloved hubby?” I murmur tenderly, my voice barely escaping as it mingles with the warmth of Rimuru’s skin.
Alyx’s adorable pout deepens, filling my heart with a pang of affection. “I’m not a puppy! I’m grown!” he protests in a mock-serious tone.
“Oh, my sweet little puppy, you are anything but grown,” I tease, letting a giggle spill forth at his charming reactions. “You are our little baby, and you shall forever remain as such.”
“NOOOooooOOOOOooooooo!!!!” His wail echoes, bubbling up with genuine heartache as he sinks into his slime form, his ears drooping, and his tail hanging limply behind him. “I’m not a gosh darn puppy,” he murmurs, the very essence of melancholy.
In that moment, laughter bubbles up within me as I snuggle closer to Rimuru, warmth flooding my heart. “He’s going to be the cutest little prince ever,” I whisper, cherishing the lightness that fills the air.
Yet, reluctantly, I pull away from the enveloping embrace of Rimuru, settling into my own seat, searching for a moment of tranquility. Just as I reach that fleeting sense of peace, I open my eyes, only to find Rigurd grinning right in front of me, a wild surprise jolting through my veins. “Greetings, my lady! Congratulations on the birth of your child! He’s magnificent! Truly a splendid addition from our great Lord and Lady! He will make an outstanding heir!” His words pour out as I hold my hands up as if shielding myself, startled before exhaling a relieved breath.
“Rigurd… for the love of all that is sacred, please don’t ever sneak up on me like that again!” I say, my face burying itself in my hands, a blend of amusement and exasperation washing over me. “And could you fetch me some brandy, please?”
“Understood! Right away, my lady!” he exclaims with fervor before dashing off.
“...Are you okay, Robin?” Rimuru’s voice drifts to me, laced with concern as he studies my expression intently. “You seem… I don’t know… tired and a bit irritable?” The worry in his tone wraps around me, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within.
I pause, my heart racing, caught in a tempest of conflicting feelings, wrestling with the words that cling desperately to my tongue. I take a deep breath, each inhale heavy with the weight of unspoken truths. “Honestly, I would rather not say… I don’t even understand what’s happening within me,” I admit, struggling to sound resolute while inside I’m crumbling.
“...Robin... If you love me, then you will tell me,” he implores, a fierce determination lacing his voice that both comforts and terrifies me.
In that moment, I feel a lump rise in my throat, choking back turbulent emotions that threaten to engulf me. “I-I don’t know how to express this… Seriously… I love you with every fiber of my being…” My voice quivers, a wave of vulnerability crashing over me as my heart pounds louder than my thoughts.
“You can tell me anything, Robin. I mean it, I’m here for you—always,” he responds with a tender conviction, his eyes searching mine, offering a sanctuary for my storm.
With a deep, shuddering sigh, I draw myself up, our gazes locked, summoning the courage that feels like it’s slipping away. “It feels as though I exist in a cruel game where I’m either forced to endure unbearable pain or have my every desire handed to me by some omnipotent tyrant. In my past life, my obsession with you spiraled into mental illness, an unhealthy fixation that consumed me, and yet, here you are with me now.” A shiver runs through me as I release another shaky breath. “But sometimes… it feels like I don’t deserve any of this—your love, your warmth… it’s overwhelming.”
Rimuru stares at me, his face frozen in a mix of horror and disbelief, his eyes wide as if he’s peering into a chasm of unfathomable truths. It’s as if the very fabric of our reality is unraveling before us, and he’s desperately trying to hold it together. “...Sometimes I forget,” he whispers, his voice trembling with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine, “that to you, this world was nothing but a story at first, just an anime. And I can’t comprehend why I haven’t questioned our existence until now… But I’m real, you’re real, Alyx is undeniably real, and everything surrounding us pulses with authenticity I can’t just dismiss! How can it possibly be fake? What about the choice I made—choosing to love you, to marry you? No divine being could script something so human!”
My breath catches as his words echo in the silence, but then a sudden dread crashes over me, chilling my bones. “N-no no, it makes troubling sense! It explains why I fall apart so easily, why loss follows me like a shadow. It’s all coming together!”
“Robin… you’re frightening me…” Rimuru murmurs, a protective instinct taking over as he instinctively shields Alyx’s ears, his voice a fragile thread.
“And what about my memory loss? What if this omnipotent god is simply lounging around, draping lazily in his room while penning our story? It’s maddening, yet it makes sense! It’s the very definition of lazy writing! He wouldn’t bother to write a detailed explanation of my backstory—what better way to erase everything than to rob me of my memories entirely?” My voice rises in frantic desperation, the words bursting forth with an uncontrollable urgency, until I catch a reflection of myself in Rimuru’s anguished, golden eyes. Deep worry etched across his face, sending a wave of horror crashing over me as I realize how unhinged I appear; my hair is wild, my eyes are hollow and haunted, and that chilling grin spreads across my face, a grotesque mask of panic. I feel my heart sink, and with a shudder, I turn away, my hands trembling as I attempt to tame my disheveled hair. “I-I’m so sorry… I-I don’t know what just came over me…” I murmur softly, my breath shaky, striving to regain my composure, to calm the tempest of my heart.
Rimuru's expression radiates deep understanding, a tender glow in his eyes that makes my heart ache with gratitude. He gently withdraws his hands from Alyx's ears, then, with a loving grace, pulls me back onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist as if to shield me from the chaos of the world. His fingers weave through my hair, soft caresses melting away my worries, and he cradles my face against the warmth of his neck, a sanctuary I never knew I desperately needed.
“It’s okay… My love,” he whispers, his voice a soothing balm to my tortured soul. “I will never stop loving you, not now, not ever. Just… please, for Alyx’s sake, try to hold back a little.” His words wrap around me like a warm embrace, filling the void in my heart with a profound sense of belonging, even as I struggle to keep the darkness at bay. The monster within me roars with every heartbeat, yet in his presence, I feel a flicker of hope igniting against the encroaching shadows.
Before I can form a reply, he gently shushes me, his finger pressed softly against my lips, silencing the doubts that threaten to spill from my mouth. And just when I think the warmth of his love couldn't envelop me any tighter, I feel Alyx's arms encircling me from behind, holding me in a cocoon of unwavering support and affection.
In this moment of raw vulnerability, a question gnaws at my heart—do I truly deserve any of this?
Part 2: Coronation
After our tender embrace, a sigh escapes my lips, and I take my place upon the throne, the world around me blurring into a whirlwind of thoughts—time racing by at a cheetah's pace, slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. Just as I become lost in this dreamscape, Rimuru snaps his fingers in front of my face, his voice a soft, urgent whisper: “Hey, hun, get dressed; we want to be regal today.”
In an instant, the magic envelops me, and a stunning black dress adorns my form, elegantly drawing the gaze to my face while gracefully curving around my body—every inch of me is enveloped in the fabric’s embrace. White frills adorning my chest and the insides of my sleeves and blue crystalline earrings adorn my ears as my hair weaves into a braid on top of my head and my eyes glimmer with an ethereal light.
“Is this good, hubby?” I inquire, searching his gaze, only to find him captivated, perhaps a touch scandalized, as his eyes wander unapologetically over the contours of my dress—how it clings gently to my chest and hips, and how the delicate frills tease just above my knees.
His breath hitches, and for a moment, he seems to lose his ability to form words, until our eyes connect once more, and he stammers, “G-gorgeous.” A blush creeps over his cheeks as he quickly looks away. “I like the… well, the way it shows off your body…” he admits, his voice trembling with a mix of admiration and embarrassment.
I lean closer, my breath tickling his ear as I whisper playfully, “Well, you can explore every inch of me when we return home, how about that~?” My words are laced with promise, igniting a fire behind his cheeks as he nods furiously, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Just then, Rigurd appears, bowing deeply, his head lowered in a show of utmost respect. He presents to me a glorious platter, featuring a large bottle of brandy and an exquisitely crafted magicrystal cup. “Is this to your liking, my lady?” he asks, his tone filled with reverence, as if delivering a sacred offering to a goddess.
It's absolutely perfect, Rigurd! Thank you so much!" I exclaim, my heart swelling with gratitude as I lovingly place the splendid platter on the table beside my throne, crafted from the very armor that symbolizes my strength. With eager hands, I pour myself a cup, conjuring a grand ice cube to chill the rich liquid, and as the first sip graces my lips, I can't help but sigh with delight. “Mmmm, this is truly delicious! I assume this must be our finest brew?” A smile beams across my face, radiating pure joy.
Rigurd’s eyes widen, and I can almost feel the tension radiating from him as he gulps nervously, his Adam's apple bobbing like a heartbeat. He glances up at me, worry etched across his features. “Forgive me, my lady, but that is merely the second best. We deemed it wise to reserve our finest for the coronation later today.” His voice trembles slightly, as if fearing my reaction.
But I can't contain my laughter; it pours from me like a cascade of warmth, and I gesture dismissively, “Oh, sweet Rigurd, relax! I would have been thrilled with even the worst of it. Booze is booze after all, and your wisdom to save the best of the best for our little prince’s momentous day is truly admirable.” With a gentle pinch to Alyx's cheek, I can’t help but marvel at his adorably squirming form.
“Hey! No pinching, you meanie!!” He protests, pouting fiercely, but his cute antics are impossible to resist. My heart melts, and I lean down closer to him. “Thank you, momma, I truly hope it tastes amazing, but don’t you dare pinch me again or I’ll scream!” His cute little frown pulls at my heartstrings.
Rimuru chuckles, the sound rich and full of teasing warmth, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Sorry, kiddo, but I don’t think you quite meet the age requirement for alcohol.”
Alyx shoots back with a cheeky grin, “If that’s true, then are you or mom even old enough for it?” His retort catches me off guard, and I can’t help but choke slightly on my brandy, laughter erupting in a fit of joy as I watch the gears turn in Rimuru’s head.
Finally, Rimuru gives in, a deep sigh escaping him, “Alright, but just a little, okay? I don’t want you to end up as sick as your mother does when she overindulges.”
“Oi oi oi! My drinking isn’t a problem as long as I’m still sipping!” I pout playfully, the warmth of the moment making my heart race with mischief.
His eyes narrow, concern weaving through his voice, “That’s… not a good thing, sweetie…” Rimuru gently admonishes. “Please, just cut back a bit.” His hand reaches for my drink, and I feel that familiar flutter of defiance rising within me.
Like a cat defending its territory, I hiss playfully and down the rest of my drink in one go. “My precious,” I whisper, clutching the glass like a treasure.
With an exasperated facepalm, Rimuru snatches the bottle and my glass away before I can pour another, flicking my forehead with a mix of affection and reprimand. “You’re being a bad influence on our son, you know that?”
“OWWW!” I whine dramatically, pretending to be wounded, before leaning in and planting a kiss on his cheek, noting the way he flinches at the scent of alcohol. “A little more of this might just inspire me to want another little one~” I purr teasingly.
Alyx, overhearing our playful banter, yells, “EWWWWWWWW!” mortified, as he dashes away, unable to bear the sight of his mother’s drunken flirtation with his father. I can’t help but laugh, especially when I notice him returning almost instantly, his small frame vibrating with indignation. His ear twitches in irritation, and he crosses his arms tightly, a little diva in the making. “No more sex stuff in front of me, Momma! I’m not a baby; I know what it is! Gross!” He pouts, and I can’t help but adore the mix of innocence and exasperation in his little face.
“Dawwww~ okay, my sweet little pup, but in return, you have to submit to some mandatory head pats,” I say, the corners of my mouth curving into a playful grin. My heart swells as I watch him blush, shyly turning to sit on my lap, facing away from me. My fingers glide through his soft hair, gently toying with his ears, and I can’t help but notice the little whimpers escaping him. He valiantly tries to suppress the joyful wagging of his tail, but it’s an utterly futile effort. “Awww, who’s my precious baby that just adores his head pats and scritches? It's you, isn't it my little pup?” I coo over him affectionately, my heart dancing as his tail finally breaks free, thumping against my face with uncontainable joy.
“S-Shut up,” he murmurs, a delightful flush of embarrassment painted across his cheeks, yet I can see the glimmer of happiness in his eyes. Just then, a loud bell rings out, and I instinctively move Alyx back to his seat as a wave of people starts pouring in—at least twenty from each of our races, excluding the oni, of course. They settle into their seats, a buzz of anticipation filling the air as the coronation approaches. Rimuru and Alyx ascend the stage, and I take a moment to admire the scene as Rimuru gathers himself, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves.
“People of Tempest!” Rimuru's voice rings out, filled with both warmth and authority. “Welcome to our new palace, where it’s my honor to introduce you to my beloved child, Alyx Tempest! He is your new crown prince, and I ask you to embrace him with kindness and warmth.” His hands flutter behind his back as he paces, a palpable nervous energy in his demeanor, yet he carries it all with a grace that sets my heart racing. “Alyx will serve as your acting ruler while Robin and I attend to our business. We don’t know the duration of our absence, but rest assured we will return in less than a year, so do not worry.” His voice projects confidently, and as he turns to face the thrumming crowd, a radiant smile spreads across his face, waiting for the response.
And what a response it was! An eruption of voices fills the air: “Our lords had a baby?!” “He’s so adorable!” and the loudest of all, “Long live our prince!!!” My heart swells with pride and joy as I can’t help but smile wider than ever, enveloped in the love and acceptance radiating from every corner of the room.
“Look at that, they adore him!” I exclaim as a radiant smile beams across my face and I rush onto the stage, my heart swelling with joy. I envelop them both in a warm embrace, pulling them close as if to shield them with all the love I can muster. “LONG LIVE TEMPEST!!” I shout with every ounce of my being, the words erupting from my soul for all to hear. The response is electric, a cacophony of jubilant cheers that resonates through the air, igniting a passion that dances amongst us. I bask in the celebration, my spirit soaring as I return to my seat, overwhelmed by the pure magic of the moment.
The atmosphere pulsates with excitement; mugs clash together like thunder as our monstrous friends indulge in hearty gulps of bourbon and sweet fruit wine. Laughter and chatter swirl around us, a vibrant tapestry of voices unified by a single purpose: to honor and celebrate our beloved new prince of Tempest. The joy is palpable, filling the air with an intoxicating energy that makes my heart race.
Part 3: Milim Returns
Long after the celebrations had ignited the night, a vibrant pink star blazed across the sky, racing toward Tempest like a harbinger of chaos. From the depths of my drink, I caught that incandescent trail—a dragonoid I had come to cherish—my heart raced with exhilaration. Leaping from my seat, I dashed into the grand courtyard of our new palace, feeling an electric surge of determination pulse through me. With a fierce passion, I launched myself into the heavens, intercepting her mid-flight, desperately steering her away from our beloved home.
In a futile attempt to shake off the impending collision, I watched as her mischievous grin widened, and she accelerated, indeed plummeting toward the earth with an earth-shattering impact. The moment we collided sent an explosion of slime bursting outward in every direction, my body being torn apart, shredded by the intensity of our descent. Yet, amidst the chaos, I reassembled, groaning in the aftermath, utterly dazed and disoriented.
“Heya bestie number two!” Milim's voice rang out, a bright beacon in my foggy mind, though the ringing in my ears drowned out her enthusiasm. Shapes swirled around me, tilting and bending as though questioning my very existence. “You okay?”
“NoooOOooooOOOOoooo-” I cried, my voice wavering as I fought against the lingering disorientation. Anger clawed at my insides, a fiery tempest ready to erupt, but I choked it back, knowing that with my abilities, it was far wiser to harness that fury for the battles that lay ahead. “I… I’ll be fine,” I managed to say, the words trembling on my lips, “just… need a minute or two.” As I slowly found my footing, clarity crept back into my world, and the ringing began to fade slowly but surely.
“MOMMA!” The cry reverberates like a thunderclap in my chest, and before I can fully process the rush of warmth it brings, I'm knocked to the ground by my exuberant little pup. “Are you ok? I-I saw you run out and then I heard a loud bang!” His voice trembles with worry as he frantically inspects me for injuries, instinctively conscious of my ability to heal but unable to quell his fear.
“Yeah, pup, I'm Fi—” My words are abruptly cut off as an explosion of pink light meets my face, an impact so fierce that it sends shockwaves through the air, golden slime flying spectacularly against the trees like confetti at a celebration. In an almost surreal twist, Milim, that chaotic force of nature, just punched my head clean off!
“What the hell?! You didn't tell me you had a kid!” she bellows, her voice echoing through the chaos. I can only watch in dismay as Alyx stares aghast at my decapitated form, my slime desperately slithering back to reconstruct my neck.
“G-GET AWAY FROM MY MOMMA!!!” Alyx roars, a fierce protector in the face of overwhelming odds. He charges at Milim, unleashing a torrent of punches that strike her like raindrops on steel. Though hardly effective, I marvel at the courage radiating from him. In that moment, I notice his eyes flicker with a symphony of colors: the golden glimmer of Rimuru’s essence, the brilliant blue of my Magic Eyes, and a faint yet alarming red that suggests he’s tapping into something deeper—perhaps a version of Great Sage, or maybe merely Sage itself.
Each time his fists collide with her, it’s as if he’s trying to consume her, clawing at her with the instinctive prowess of Predator. Does he have all of our abilities but downgraded? I ask myself, and the realization sinks in, the truth undeniable: he is a living embodiment of both of our strengths, so of course he would have our abilities, my heart beats with pride knowing this remarkable little being is willing to throw himself into battle for me.
“Alyx, down, boy! And you, Milim…” I roar, barely managing to intercept her with a force that sent shocks through my very core. My body radiates heat, my eyes blaze like twin suns, and my hair whips around me as if caught in a tempest, the sheer intensity of my aura refusing to be contained. With every ounce of strength fueled by love and fury, I brace my palm against her fist, feeling the raw energy crackle through us, just enough to hold her back for that split second. But then I strike! My fist arcs through the air, connecting solidly with her unsuspecting nose, a surge of power from my Pain Train amplifying the blow. She reels backward, her eyes brimming with tears, and in that moment, it is as if time itself stands still. “Don’t you dare lay a finger on my son!” I shout, a primal roar erupting from the depths of my being, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest. Anger courses through me, a blazing fire that could consume me alive, yet I stand unwavering, unwilling to back down while my son’s safety hangs in the balance. My head splits from the earlier blow, yet I thrust the pain aside, channeling every fiber of my resolve into this confrontation.
Then I see it—tears stream down Milim’s cheeks, the sight wrenching my heart with confusion. “...Huh?” I whisper, the realization dawning as I sense the power rising within me. “Skill mutation has occurred, the unique skill Wave of Emotion has gained the property of unlimited output at the expense of the user.”
“Y-you meanie, t-that hurt!” she whimpers, pouting like a child, completely oblivious to the horrors she has unleashed upon me and the peril she nearly inflicted upon my son.
With a shaky breath, I summon every ounce of calm, striving to soften my tone despite the tempest raging inside me. “Milim, listen closely. If I were human, I would have perished three times over in these past few minutes. Unlike Rimuru, I feel every stab of pain thrumming through me—I cannot say for certain how Alyx would endure it, but you nearly hurling that fist at him was reckless and dangerous.” I pause, locking eyes with her, a storm of emotion swirling behind my gaze, “So apologize—sincerely—and perhaps I won’t put restrictions on your meals. This is about more than pride; it’s about protection, and I will fight tooth and nail for my son.”
Hearing her quiet sniffles, a grumble escapes my lips, but as I watch her frown deepen and a heavy sigh escape her, my heart tugs painfully. “I’m sorry, I shouldn't have endangered your kid. Can I have food now?” she whispers, vulnerability lacing her words.
With a groan, I relent, but not without a fierce warning, “Fine! But listen closely—if you ever lay a hand on me like that again, outside of sparring, I will strip away your precious rights to honey, just like that. Do you understand me, young lady?”
The way she squeaks at my harshness stabs at my heart. “Y-yes ma’am!” she stammers before darting away to find Rimuru, her footsteps echoing with a mix of haste and desperation.
Yet, the moment she disappears from my sight, the weight of it all crashes down on me. I collapse to my knees, the world spinning violently. My head pounds mercilessly as dark spots invade my vision, and a wave of nausea overwhelms me, forcing a torrent of slime onto the ground. Engulfed in disorienting silence, all I can hear is the relentless ringing in my ears as my balance falters, and I crash face-first into the dirt. “W…what's happening?” I murmur, grappling to comprehend the turmoil within my body. I catch a glimpse of my HP plummeting in my HUD, my magicule bar nearly empty. “…oh…well this sucks…” I whisper in despair as the blackness encroaches, stealing my sight. A searing pain slices through me, scorching every nerve, and the only flicker of warmth is my son’s presence, desperately trying to scream for help, his little voice barely breaking through the overwhelming chaos as he clings to me protectively.
Part 4: Well This Sucks
I awaken, every inch of my body ablaze with agony, paralyzed by a relentless torment that grips me. To my side, the serene figure of Rimuru, cradling Alyx close in their peaceful slumber, offers a sliver of warmth amidst the pain. As I gaze around, the stark, clinical whiteness of the hospital room surrounds me like an alien prison, and a flutter of confusion stirs within—how did we find ourselves here, in this sterile place that feels so foreign to Tempest? “R-Rimuru…” My voice emerges as a strained whisper, the words scraping against my parched throat, igniting a wildfire of pain with every syllable. Involuntarily, I cough, expelling a bit of slime—a cruel reminder of what I’ve endured. Looking into my trembling hands, my slime almost looks and feels like blood this time… as if I’m dying for real this time. Each synthetic muscle fiber groans in protest as I struggle to rise from the bed, my body rebelling like a wounded beast, wracked with pitiful groans and whimpers. I stumble, my legs betraying me, collapsing into the waiting embrace of the chair where my beloved boys reside. With every ounce of will I can muster, I wrap my arms around them, my heart racing in desperation to find solace within their warmth. I push my regeneration skill to its limits, praying for relief, for a whisper of comfort that floods through my aching form. Yet, as I steal a glance at the date on my HUD, dread surges through me—if it’s accurate, I’ve been lost to this nightmare for an entire week.
A soft groan pulls me from my spiraling thoughts, and my heart leaps as I see Alyx awake, rubbing the remnants of sleep from his eyes. “M… Momma?” His voice is a tender lullaby, drowsy yet filled with hope. As his gaze meets mine, his tail begins to wag like an excited flame, and before I can react, he leaps into my arms, tackling me to the floor with exuberance. “MOMMA!” His joyous exclamation pierces through the haze of pain, and he wraps his tiny arms around me with a fierce squeeze, evoking a pained groan from deep within. Yet in that moment, as his love envelops me, the ache settles a little, and I am reminded that even through the darkest trials, the light of family burns fiercely, guiding us back to life and hope.
“Hey, my sweet pup…” I whisper, enveloping him in my arms, a wave of warmth flooding over me. But in a heartbeat, my gaze catches sight of Rimuru soaring above us, and before I can grasp the moment, I find myself utterly overwhelmed as both boys crash down, wrapping around me with an intensity that leaves me breathless. “Uugghhhhhhh…….” The sound escapes my lips as I feel my essence almost dissolving beneath their weight, my body melting into a pool of gooey slime while my arms and legs struggle to maintain form, fighting against the sensation of complete despair.
“Oh my honey… are you alright?” Rimuru's voice trembles with concern, piercing through the haze of my overwhelmed senses.
“NooooOOOOooooooOOOOOooo…..” I groan, surrendering to my swirling form, allowing myself to become one with my slime form, seeking solace in stillness and fluidity as I strive to gather my fragmented being. I feel them gently lifting me, their comforting presence igniting a flicker of hope that, perhaps, I’ll find peace again. With each passing moment, I sense a gradual warmth enveloping me, as I slowly begin regenerating the internals of my slime.
As we arrive at our new home within the resplendent palace, I’m enveloped in a wave of rejuvenation. Rimuru guides us through the majestic, gilded halls, his touch as tender as the finest silk, until we find ourselves in our new bedroom. There, he settles atop my gelatinous form, wrapping himself around me, a cocoon of adoration that makes my heart swell. “I love you, Robin. Please… please don't frighten us like this again.” His voice is a delicate melody that, even in its urgency, resonates with profound love as he holds me tighter, as if fearing I might dissolve away.
A flock of lewd thoughts flit through my mind, teasing at the edges of my consciousness, yet I savor the moment instead, basking in his warmth. “I can't believe I let a full week slip away…” I murmur, allowing myself to transform gradually into my more human shape, pulling him close, weaving together our warm souls.
“I missed an entire week with you too, my dearest…” Rimuru replies softly, fatigue resting in his eyes, but there's an undeniable glow in his heart. “But tomorrow… we set off, my love. Are you ready for our next adventure?”
I let out a deep, heavy sigh as I sit up, enveloping him in a warm, desperate embrace. “Yeah, more or less... but, is Milim still here? I need to apologize. I lost my temper, and I think I might have hurt her.” My voice quivers with regret even as I speak, but suddenly, I feel Rimuru’s hands on my shoulders, gently but firmly pushing me back to look him in the eyes. “...What?”
His expression is a mixture of shock and disbelief as he stares at me, incredulous. “You, HURT Milim?” he emphasizes the word 'hurt' as if he cannot fathom it.
In an impulsive rush of emotion, I pull him back into a tight embrace, despite his feeble attempts to escape my grasp. “Yeah… She really got under my skin, and when she nearly struck Alyx, I just… snapped. I hit her as hard as I could, and to my shock, she actually felt it.” My heart races as I cling to him, the weight of my actions crashing over me like a tidal wave, even as he writhes in my hold.
His face is a portrait of horror, his eyes wide as if he's trying to process the enormity of what I've said. After a few deep breaths, he gasps, “You managed to cause MILIM pain?!” His voice is steeped in disbelief, tinged with a hint of fear.
“Yeah… but using all that power took a toll on my body… it felt like it was ripping me apart, so I probably won’t do that again,” I confess, a hint of sadness lacing my words as I lean in and place a soft kiss on his forehead before reluctantly releasing him.
With a newfound seriousness in his gaze, he replies, “No, you must use your strength when necessary. You defended our son in a way I couldn’t, and that is vital to us.” His flick to my forehead carries both warmth and seriousness, and I can see the love in his eyes as he continues, “But I doubt it will be necessary often, my love.” Fucking foreshadowing I think to myself
(Author’s note, sorry this took so long, i haven't had an ipad or the free time to work on this so this chapter took a really long time, i also did have a bit of writer's block but i hope you enjoyed this one)