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That Time I Made Friends With a Slime

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The Jura-Tempest Federation is lively as ever on this particular afternoon. "Wahahaha! Kai-chan, give up! You can't catch me!" Milim, hands on hips, gloated shamelessly at the young man hovering in the sky above her. "Milim. You stole Rimuru's pudding again." "Hehe! I'm the Demon King!" A silver-haired maid appeared silently behind her, pocket watch in hand. "Milim-sama. Three days. No pudding." Milim slowly turned around. "S-Sakuya! It was Rimuru's fault, I swear!!" The maid grabbed her by the collar and dragged her off without another word. "AHHHHH!! I know I was wrong!! Kai-chan, SAVE ME!!" The roadside crowd watched on. "Fifth time this month." "The Demon Slayer Corps is basically a road repair team now." "At least you only have roads. Milim-sama sank an island in the pirate world last week. Admiral Akainu broke four desks." "Don't even get me started on the Ninja World..." Kaito watched it all unfold and quietly mourned. 'Milim... my peaceful life.'
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