In the capital of the Slavia kingdom, within one of the many rooms of the royal castle, an important meeting is underway between the Slayers. There are three Slayers present. William, the Dragon Slayer. Rika, the Wyvern slayer and Ben, the Flame Tiger Slayer.

“It seems there are quite a few empty cold seats today,” Rika snickers as she looks at the two empty chairs. “Really, a bunch of weaklings.”

William, unfaced by Rika’s comment begins, “As you two already know, two of our Slayers were defeated. Garrin was killed and Barion decided to retire.”

“That means we are down two Slayers then,” says Ben as he brandishes his shiny muscles. “Are we going to recruit new Slayers then?”

“No. We will remain just the three of us,” says William.

“The three of us? Won’t that affect our reputation as Slayers? What about the workload?” asks Ben bewildered.

“Not that it matters anyways,” says Rika. “Besides William and I, you’re all a bunch of deadweight anyways,” she says tauntingly.

“What did you say?!” Bloodlust radiates from Ben as he stares Rika down. “Just because I’m ranked forth doesn’t mean I’m any weaker than you.”

Rika yawns then looks at Ben, tears at the corner of her eyes. Her pupils shrink as an ‘invisible slash’ nicks Ben’s neck cutting across the wall behind him. Ben sweats profusely as his hand moves towards his neck, touching the red-hot liquid dripping down.

“Know your place, weakling. Otherwise, I’ll dice you to mince.”

Ben swallows hard. However, something even more intimidating happens.

“Rika,” like an earthquake, William’s voice weighs down the room. Ben immediately feels a weight over his shoulders, his breath quickening. William is using his ‘pressure’. From one’s pressure, one can discern the level of strength their will possess.

“What?” Rika snarls back, releasing her own pressure to counter William’s. The air hangs heavy for Ben. In front of him, he could see the visages of a giant dragon and a powerful wyvern growling at each other.

“You know the rules in the Royal Castle. No fighting,” says William with his cold and emotionless voice.

“Would you even call that a fight? Sigh,” Rika sighs receding her pressure. “I’ll pay the fine okay, geez. You’re always indifferent when I try to provoke you outside the royal castle.”

William recedes his own pressure and continues.

“The second prince will be going on an expedition. Ben, you are to accompany him.”

“W-wait what? That trash_ I mean the second prince. Can’t anyone else babysit him?”

“A Slayer is needed to protect the prince.”

“Can’t any of you do it?” protests Ben. After all, Ben supported the Crown Prince and doesn’t want to be seen in a bad light by him. This mission could jeopardize that.

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“I’m to remain by His Majesty’s side especially now that the Holyland has ordered for us to send troops to the frontlines. As for Rika_”

“I’m to go exterminate a wyvern’s nest found on a wasteland north from the capital. It’s believed a dragon could be involved so before it decides to attack any major city, I’m to eliminate it,” Rika cuts William off.

“Can’t we hire an S-rank adventurer to help with the prince’s expedition?”

“Are you that dense?” Rika says annoyed. “S-rank adventurers rarely show themselves. Even if you make a commission, it’d be months before any of them replied. I was once an S-rank after all, hmph.”

“Sigh, very well. I’ll complete my mission,” Ben says as he rises up from his chair and exits the room. Outside, he supports his body with the wall as his dizziness subsides.

I knew these two were powerful but this… How were we even categorised in the same group as them?

Ben had joined the Slayers after Garrin so he never got to witness William’s duel with Garrin. Now, he is feeling so small, he wants to crawl into a cave.

Inside the room, Rika looks at William and speaks.

“It was a good idea not to get any more Slayers. These weaklings are dampening the Slayer title. Anyways, want to spar with me before I leave?” Rika asks sadistically.

“No thanks. We both know what the results will be.”

Rika clicks her tongue and gets up from her chair, pulling her greatsword from the floor.

“You’ll have to pay for that too,” says William.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. Such a stickler for the rules,” she says with a pout.

Before she turns the doorknob, Rika stops and glares at William with a fierce look.

“I will kill you someday. So, don’t die until then.”

William doesn’t respond and Rika exits the room. After all, it wasn’t the first time she had said that.

***

Let me clear up a few things first, I don’t have a crazy fetish okay.

Yeah right.

Shut up Ray. The women’s clothing are prototypes of the fashion of my previous world. For the craftsmen and tailors to be able to create new clothes, they needed plenty of prototypes.

And the sizes I used were of the people I know. Using analyse, I can get all the proportions of a person’s height, weight and figure. Of course, I can’t tell her that. Instead, I left her and went to my room.

“I was just kidding okay. Don’t be angry,” shouts Elianora.

“Get some rest,” I say closing my door.

Alone in my room, I sit in a meditation stance and let my mind sink with the mana around me. I continued with my training.

Morning came sooner than expected and as I open my eyes, I sense that the princess was still asleep. I guess she’s still fatigued from forcing herself in our fight. Sigh, I’ll let her sleep more and continue practicing.

Afternoon came and went until evening, which is when she finally awakes. As she leaves her room in pink fluffy pyjamas, a wave of aroma tickles her nose. Following the scent to the kitchen where I’m making a gourmet meal, her mouth opens wide as she drools.

“Smells heavenly. Just what can’t you do?”

I don’t respond and just keep cooking. The meal I am preparing is boar stew mixed with a bunch of vegetables. I also cooked a mash-like dish using a veg similar to potatoes which makes a killer mash potato. A salad as a side dish and as for dessert, I made ice cream and a fruit salad. For refreshment, it was a wine I recreated back in the village and some cold refreshing juice.

After fixing the table, Elianora sits down and starts eating. Stars twinkle in her eyes and she wolfs down the food, sparing nothing in front of her. is she really a princess? Where’s her dignity? Lime pops out of nowhere and joins us for the meal.

“W-what the..?”

“It’s my pet. Lime meet Elianora.” I say without even looking at the startled Elianora.

“Kyuu.” Lime responds with the sweetest of squeals.

“H-hi to you too,” Elianora scrutinizes the slime on top of the table before speaking again. “Just what kind of slime is this? I’ve never seen one like this.”

She says as she pinches Lime, pulling at him as if pulling cheeks. Of course, the blob doesn’t like that and attacks the princess, slamming its body on her face, sending her to topple over with the chair.

“You little…” holding her tongue, Elianora grabs Lime’s body and starts twisting and stretching with all her might, turning Lime into odd shapes. Just like that, the war between the princess and Lime has started.