Two days later, on the fortress walls.
A silver-gray Slime, glinting with a faint metallic luster under the sun, was meticulously patrolling along its designated route.
Its name was Steel-mud.
An ordinary Metal Slime.
Not long ago, it lived with its colony in the dim, damp underground tunnels.
Every day was a struggle for survival, hiding from the attacks of powerful monsters and subsisting on the trace metals it consumed from rocks.
Then one day, the King's loyal envoy, His Excellency Chubby, arrived. Like a sharp blade cleaving through the darkness, he drove out the malicious neighbors threatening their nest and led them to a new home.
They moved their nest to a secure outpost within the King's domain. From then on, no monster dared to bully them again.
Steel-mud was overjoyed and felt a great sense of security under the King's protection.
But at the same time, an indescribable sense of loss quietly spread through its heart.
