The Aldren estate had never been particularly lively, but today, the atmosphere felt different. Servants whispered among themselves, and even Lucian's eldest brother glanced out a window in mild curiosity.
Because today was the day that Lucian Aldren, the odd third son, was finally leaving.
And he wasn't going alone.
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Gathering the Troops
Lucian stood in the courtyard, Bubbles bouncing happily beside him. The morning sun cast long shadows over the stone pavement as he did one final check of his belongings.
Simple clothes? Check.
Coin pouch? Check.
Camping gear? Check.
And most importantly—
The Slime Army? Check.
He turned towards the open wooden crates where twenty-five slimes wriggled and jiggled in excitement. Each one was a result of years of experiments, and now they were coming with him.
5 Cleaner Slimes – Including Bubbles, their leader. These slimes could dissolve filth, neutralize toxins, and even purify dirty water. Perfect for keeping a campsite spotless.
10 Scavenger Slimes – Small, brownish-green slimes that consumed organic waste and produced rich, fertile soil. Lucian had created them to clean up trash, but they'd be perfect for farming.
6 Poison Slimes – Deep purple in color, these slimes could store and secrete various toxins depending on their diet. Not lethal, but good for pest control.
4 Sticky Slimes – These ones were a recent success. They could produce a biodegradable adhesive, which Lucian had accidentally discovered after feeding them tree sap mixed with monster cores. The resulting sticky substance are very versatile.
Most nobles raised horses or hounds. Lucian? He had a slime brigade.
"Alright, guys," he said, adjusting his bag. "Let's go."
The slimes bounced in unison.
His father stood by the front steps, arms crossed. Unlike many noble fathers who might have scolded or pleaded with their sons to stay, Viscount Aldren simply sighed.
"You're really going, then?"
Lucian nodded.
His father studied the bouncing slimes behind him and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You were always an unusual one, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised."
A moment of silence passed.
Then—
"Take this." His father tossed him a small signet ring, the crest of House Aldren engraved on it. "If you ever need proof of your heritage, show this to any noble. It might save your life someday."
Lucian blinked in surprise. "...Thanks."
It wasn't an emotional goodbye, nor was it particularly dramatic. Just simple understanding.
His eldest brother, the knight, merely gave a nod. His second brother, the mage, didn't even come outside.
Lucian smiled. He was fine with that.
"Take care, Father."
And with that, he turned and walked away, his slime army bouncing behind him.
The third son of House Aldren was no longer a noble.
He was now Lucian the Slime Farmer.