Mimi barged into the mayoral office. Slimantha stepped in after her, Samuel and Black following Slimantha into the room. Mimi’s golden shoes slammed down as she stomped across the wooden floor. Mimi’s heavy steps took her over a fancy golden throw rug positioned at the room’s center. A fancy golden chandelier glistened above said throw rug, warm light radiating down from it. Mimi’s heavy stomps came to a stop, her golden shoes now resting upon the wooden floor. The golden woman didn’t really look all that at rest though. Her golden eyes were downright furious.

Mimi puffed her cheeks out and planted her hands on her shapely hips. “What do you think you are doing?!” she said, leaning forward. “Get out of that chair!”

An ivory-skinned bird woman with black feathery wings sat behind a big fancy desk of wooden build. Like her wings, the short locks of her hair were also black. The bird woman, Latril, blinked. Her golden eyes were on the irate Mimi. Apart from the desk, a pair of fancy wooden chairs positioned on the side of the desk opposite of Latril separated the two women. The ornate wooden chair Latril sat upon was larger than either of those two chairs though and had a golden padded seat. Neither of the two smaller chairs had padded seats.

Latril’s golden eyes glanced at a picture sitting upon the desk at her left. It showed a buxom smiling woman with a golden complexion—a very familiar buxom smiling woman with a golden complexion. Her eyes went back to the golden woman glowering at her from the other side of the desk. It was the same woman from the picture. “You sure you’re the real mayor and not the mayor’s squeeze or something?” Latril deadpanned.

Mimi puffed out her cheeks again, her golden eyes getting angrier somehow. She glanced down at the nameplate—her nameplate—that sat atop the desk. Said nameplate read ‘Mayor Mimi’. She huffed and pushed the two chairs aside—one to the left and the other to the right. She stepped up to the desk. Her angry golden eyes returned to Latril.

“I am so the mayor,” Mimi said. She leaned forward over her desk and almost knocked her own picture down. She froze and then quickly repositioned her picture. Then she turned her attention back to Latril. “Now get out of my chair.” She narrowed her eyes.

Latril glanced at the picture of Mimi again. Then her eyes went back to Mimi, and she smirked. “You must really love yourself,” she said. A little laugh slipped out from between her lips.

Mimi straightened up and huffed. “Fine then. We’ll do this the hard way,” she said. She stepped back and then glanced at Slimantha. “Throw this”—she stopped for a moment—“lovely lady out of my chair.” She crossed her arms, her golden eyes going back to Latril. A confident smirk displayed on her face.

“Sure,” Slimantha said. “I can do that.” She stepped up to the desk. Her beautiful brown eyes settled on Latril.

Latril blinked. Her lovely golden eyes went to Slimantha’s right hand as the slime summoner raised said hand. “J-Just wait a moment,” Latril said, a drop of sweat rolling down her right cheek. “No need to be hasty here.” She glanced at the fancy wooden door on the opposite side of the room. Her lovely golden eyes then went back to Slimantha. Her eyes met Slimantha’s beautiful brown eyes. “Why don’t we take this outside?” Latril smiled. “I wouldn’t want to scuff up my new office.” Her eyes followed Slimantha’s right hand as the slime summoner lowered said hand.

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“What do you mean your office?!” Mimi said, planting her hands on her shapely hips. She leaned forward. “This is my office!” She blinked and then glanced about. “I do see your point though. I mean I wouldn’t want to scuff up my office, and it is most certainly my office.” She smiled. “Alright, let’s take this outside then.”

“It’s agreed then,” Latril said. She rose up from her seat and promptly headed out the door.

Mimi walked up to the door, a smile on her face. The golden skin of her right hand pressed against the door’s golden knob as she grabbed it. The door had already been open though. In short, she was just holding the door. She glanced at the others and smiled. “Let’s go. Let’s not leave Latril waiting.” The others did as suggested and headed out the door.

A short time later, Slimantha and the rest of her group—Samuel, Mimi, and Black—stood in front of the mayoral building. Latril stood opposite of Slimantha’s group, the bird woman’s black shoes resting upon the red of the road’s bricks. The black of her crop-top and mini-skirt contrasted with the ivory of her skin. She wore that smug smirk of hers once again.

“You’re pretty brave to actually show up,” Latril said, her lovely golden eyes on Slimantha’s group. A crow swooped down toward her. “It’s a fools errand though.” Another crow swooped down toward her. “Your defeat has already been decided.” More crows came, and a murder of crows formed. Latril smirked again. “Now beg.”

“You know?” Black said, her black feline tail swishing. Her lovely brown eyes glanced over the growing murder. “We really should have expected this.” Her tail gave another swish. “Of course it’s a trap.”

“They are just crows,” Slimantha said, her beautiful brown eyes on the still-growing murder. “How bad can it be?” She smiled. The long locks of her brown hair gently swayed in the breeze.

The murder then pulled in, becoming more dense. A pair of arms and a pair of legs extended out from the main body. Soon, a peculiar sight stood before Slimantha’s group. A huge humanoid golem composed of a murder of crows towered over Latril. It took a single step forward and the very ground shook.

“A-Am I really seeing what I think I’m seeing?” Samuel said, his blue eyes on the crow-built entity. His face had paled, and a single drop of sweat rolled down his right cheek. Slimantha, Mimi, and Black sweatdropped along with him.

Black glanced at Samuel. Her black feline tail gave a swish. “If what you think you are seeing is a colossal murder golem, then you are seeing what you think you are seeing,” she said.

Slimantha shrugged. “Murder golem or not, they are still just crows,” she said. Then she smiled. “Who do you think would win? One slime-summoner girl, or a colossal murder golem?”

“This”—Mimi facepalmed—“doesn’t seem like the best time to be joking.”

Samuel stepped forward and drew his sword. The silvery metal of his weapon glinted in his hand. “Stay back,” he said. “I’ll handle this.”