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Chapter 43: Next Saint (5)
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“Haah...”
Amelia sighed in her room.
Boing!
‘What should I name you?’
It had already been five days since Fresia herself told Amelia to try getting along with the Slime.
She had also finished reporting to High Priest David.
Of course, as soon as High Priest David heard the report and how the Slime was being treated, he got angry again and demanded to know what that was supposed to mean.
Fortunately, Saint Fresia personally vouched for it and suggested they wait and see, so the matter was settled.
And Amelia tried to care for the Slime as Fresia had told her to.
But even though she wanted to get along with it, she had no idea where to begin.
After all, it was a Slime.
‘W-what do Slimes eat? Can I give it human food?’
First, she worried about its basic diet. Then she worried about whether she could take it around in front of people.
She even worried about how to treat a Slime with some degree of intelligence. What if it was full of complaints about her?
Most of Amelia’s worries were resolved by Paulen, who dealt with things instinctively and without much thought.
“Hahaha! I hear villages that raise Slimes even use them to dispose of leftovers! It should be fine to feed it pretty much anything!”
“What is there to worry about? If you spend time together without worrying what others think, people will get used to it!”
“Just as expected, Amelia! Your self-esteem is still low! Just think of it as making a new friend!”
Fortunately, most of her worries so far had been resolved thanks to Paulen’s straightforward methods.
And this morning.
Amelia asked Paulen about a new concern that had come to mind.
“Paulen, come to think of it, what should we do about this little one’s name?”
“Pardon?”
“Thinking about it, I don’t think it has a name yet.”
“Uh... huh? You’re right.”
Paulen blinked at Amelia’s question.
They had been saying things like, “Let’s try this,” and “Let’s try that,” without ever calling it by a name, so there had been no need to think about it. But now they realized they had not even named it yet.
“How could this be! To think I forgot to give it a name! My muscles are still lacking!”
“...Why are muscles suddenly involved?”
“There isn’t enough blood flowing to my head, so I can’t think properly! Muscles are essential for getting blood to the head, aren’t they? Hup!”
Paulen flexed an arm and gave himself a spirited shout.
“I don’t think it’s good to try to explain everything with muscles.”
Amelia petted the Slime, which had been bouncing around on the floor before climbing onto her lap, and began thinking about what to name it.
That was how she ended up here.
But she truly had no idea what name would be good.
‘Should I name it after a hero? No, would that be too cool? Should I give it a cute name instead? But I don’t know whether a monster would like a cute name...’
After much deliberation, Amelia asked the Slime.
“What sort of name would you like?”
‘A name?’
Asked about a name so suddenly, the Slime tilted its body to one side.
▶ You’re only thinking of a name now? lol
▶ Typical human-bastard intelligence lol
[Noblesse Fire]▶ Come to think of it, how many names does Malangi have now?
▶ Malangi, Alexander II, Tongtong.
▶ What’s with Alexander II’s presence? lolllll
▶ Ahahaha, it’s still cool though. Have a drink~.
While the viewers laughed,
the Slime was actually filled with a small sense of anticipation.
‘A name!’
The Slime knew it already had several names.
But rather than finding that bothersome, it looked forward to what name it would receive next.
Brrrrrrr!
The Slime trembled with anticipation.
“...Sorry. It’s not as though you can answer me.”
“You needn’t think so hard about it. Just give it whatever name you want, Saint.”
Since they were in the Great Church and someone might overhear them in passing, Paulen called Amelia Saint.
“A name I want...”
Amelia’s shoulders drooped.
‘Amelia! You’re sad!’
Boing!
Over the past five days, the Slime had realized that Amelia was feeling down whenever her shoulders sagged.
And it had already learned that giving her a massage was the best thing to do at times like that.
Brrrrrrr!
The Slime immediately climbed onto Amelia’s shoulder and began to tremble.
“Ah, ahh, ahhhhh~.”
“This little one really is so kind. Whenever you’re feeling down, Saint, it gives you a nice trembling massage like this.”
“I-I-I know that very well toooo~.”
‘There’s no other Slime that trembles this perfectly... trembles?’
Once the Slime had finished massaging her, Amelia removed it from her shoulder and said,
“Paulen, what do you think of Trembly?”
“Trembly?”
“Yes. It trembles, so Trembly. ...Is that too childish?”
Paulen smiled at Amelia’s suggestion.
“No? I think it suits the Slime very well. Let’s ask it too. Do you like the name Trembly?”
‘Trembly!’
Happy to have gained a new name,
Brrrrrrr!
the Slime trembled as though expressing its feelings.
“Hahaha! It seems to like it!”
“Then your name is Trembly from now on. Nice to meet you, Trembly.”
‘Okay!’
▷ Trembly! I got a name!
▶ lol It got a new name.
▶ Trembly lmao
▶ Those human bastards have no sense for names.
The Slime wanted to boast about its newly given name.
But Jiggly Queen was displeased.
[Jiggly Queen]▶ Haa, why would they give such a childish name to one of our kind!
▶ ????
▶ You named yourself Jiggly Queen... and you’re criticizing that?
[Jiggly Queen]▶ What is wrong with Jiggly Queen! It is an elegant, sophisticated, and beautiful nickname!
▶ Wow.
▶ She means that sincerely.
▶ Is this the legendary... double standard?
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Though she had begun living with the Slime, Amelia’s daily life did not change much.
Early in the morning,
Amelia woke in bed and stretched.
“Ngghhh~.”
After waking, she petted the Slime to wake it up, got out of bed, and began some light exercises.
“One, two, three, four.”
These stretches were something Paulen had strongly recommended she do every morning.
By the time she finished, she was fully awake.
Knock knock.
“Saint, it is time for your bath.”
When the time came, a believer who attended to her baths knocked on Amelia’s door.
“Yes. Let’s go, Trembly.”
Boing!
With the Slime, Amelia went to her private bath with the believers’ help and washed.
The believers had been very surprised the first time she bathed with the Slime.
But now...
Swoooosh...
“Let’s wash thoroughly again today, Trembly.”
Brrrrrrr!
As they attended to Amelia’s bath, they smiled while washing the Slime as well.
They had learned that the Slime was not dangerous.
And besides that,
“Once we’re finished bathing, I’ll ask for the usual.”
‘Okay!’
Like Amelia and Paulen, they had come to appreciate the appeal of the Slime’s vibrating massages.
Since they had to meet every morning, it was an idea Amelia had come up with so that the believers and the Slime could quickly become close.
After the bath, Paulen joined them once he had finished his morning training, and they ate breakfast together.
“As expected, a meal after exercise is the best! What do you say, Saint? Why not take this opportunity to...”
“No.”
As always, Amelia refused Paulen’s suggestion that she go beyond stretching and begin morning training.
“That is a shame. Trembly! You should eat well too!”
Brrrrrrr!
The Slime ate the food set before it as well.
It was not as luxurious as the food it had eaten while staying with Count Ludendion, but it was made with ingredients far more expensive than those it had eaten with the Godric Party.
That was because the meals prioritized health over flavor.
‘It’s delicious!’
Of course, it was a delicious meal to the Slime.
After eating, they went to the prayer room and prayed together among the ordinary believers and priests.
Naturally, they brought the Slime as well.
“Let us give thanks to Lutinus, God of Light, who watches over our peaceful days once again today.”
Prayer time was very quiet, and everyone offered silent prayers of gratitude to their god for a time.
When the Slime had first arrived, there had been some murmuring, but because it remained so quiet, it had not been difficult for everyone to adapt.
In fact, it stayed so still that some believers tilted their heads, wondering whether they had brought a model in the Slime’s place.
Once the morning prayers were over, most of Amelia’s time was free.
Sometimes, there were patients with wounds or curses severe enough to require the next Saint’s divine power, and on those days she treated them herself. Otherwise, she could do whatever she wished.
Amelia usually spent this free time rereading scripture or devoting herself to prayer and Holy Arts training.
It was not because the church pressured her by saying that a Saint should not easily show herself to others or neglect Holy Arts training.
On the contrary, in this age that was more peaceful than even the time of the Disaster, the church wanted Amelia to go out more rather than train in the Holy Arts. They wanted her to show her face to the believers and impress the Saint’s presence upon them more firmly.
Saint Fresia was still alive, so they did not say much now, but Fresia was also an elderly woman well advanced in years.
Someday, Amelia would have to succeed Fresia and become a source of support for the believers’ hearts.
But Amelia had low self-esteem.
Even now, five years after being selected as the next Saint, she questioned whether she was truly suited to be one.
If someone like her went outside, would she only shatter the believers’ image of what a Saint should be?
Would they be disappointed in her?
She could not help but have such worries.
Because to Amelia, the perfect Saint was Fresia herself.
Always kind, broad-minded, and concerned for the people of the world, she was truly the Saint among Saints.
Because Amelia admired and followed her, she felt even more keenly how lacking she was.
She had no confidence. She did not even know whether she was kind. Even now, she wondered why she had been selected as a Saint.
So she resolved that she would at least train in the Holy Arts consistently.
She thought that if she was skilled in the Holy Arts, perhaps the believers’ image of her would be less shattered.
With that thought in mind, Amelia was once again concentrating on Holy Arts training as she gathered divine power.
But recently, it had been difficult for her to focus on training.
‘D-does it want to go outside?’
Starting two days ago,
whenever Amelia prayed and trained in the Holy Arts in her room,
the Slime would climb onto the windowsill.
As if looking outside.
If it had happened for only one day, she would have thought it simply wanted to stay there that day. But it had already been three days.
Even if it was a Slime, she could guess what it was thinking.
“Amelia.”
Paulen, who was always beside Amelia to protect her except when sleeping or bathing, could tell as well.
“I think Trembly wants to go outside.”
“Ugh... But if an inadequate Saint like me goes around town with Trembly, it could tarnish Saint Fresia’s reputation and the church’s standing.”
“Saint Fresia’s reputation and the church’s standing are not so fragile. Besides, if you take it outside, might people not say you are a Saint who even reformed a monster?”
“Well...”
Paulen decided that pressing the matter further would be no use for now.
“Very well. Then let us do this. Even if we do not go into town, let us at least leave the room. Trembly.”
‘Hm?’
Boing!
When called, the Slime immediately moved from the windowsill to the bed.
Paulen grinned at the Slime and said,
“Let’s go exercise.”
‘Exercise?’
The Slime tilted its body to one side.
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