Latril blinked. Her golden sword eyes took in the unexpected surroundings. She stood upon a street of red. Purple lampposts, currently unlit, lined the street’s sides. Obsidian buildings with imposing jagged architecture glowered at her. She glanced up—glanced up to the shimmering pink above. Was that the sky? Why was it pink?

Latril blinked again. Then she glanced at Slimantha, the beautiful slime summoner standing beside her. “What the”—Latril spoke an expletive—“happened?”

Slimantha’s right hand went to her lips. Her eyes squeezed shut, and a cute giggle slipped out from said lips. She re-opened her beautiful brown eyes and glanced at Latril the Crow. She smiled and extended her right pointer finger in front of herself. “Now, now,” she said. “Remember your language.”

“We’re both grown women here,” Latril said, crossing her arms. “I can cuss if I want.” She pouted, her golden eyes still on the slime summoner accompanying her.

“Well, I guess you’re right about us being grown women.” Slimantha glanced down at herself. “Definitely right about us being grown women.”

“Are you checking yourself out?” Latril deadpanned. The swird woman lowered her arms.

Slimantha’s eyes flitted back to Latril. A lone drop of sweat rolled down the slime summoner’s right cheek. “N-No. I definitely wasn’t checking out my own chest there.” She sweatdropped again. “Can we pretend I did not say that last part?”

“Whatever.” Latril laughed and then stretched her black feathery wings. Her golden eyes went back to the slime summoner who had given an overly specific denial. “Any idea where we are? Seriously, how did we get”—she waved her arms around—“here? Also, why just us? What happened to Samuel and Black?”

“You know?” Slimantha glanced around, her brown eyes scanning over various obsidian buildings. “Something does feel a bit off here.” She turned around. Her back now faced Latril. She brought her right hand up over her eyes and continued to look about. “Guess we did lose Samuel and Black.” She sighed. “RIP Samuel and Black.”

“Wait.” Latril blinked. “You think they died?”

Slimantha turned back to the swird woman and smiled. “No, I’m sure they’re fine. Their presence, though.” She sighed again. “RIP Samuel and Black’s presence.”

“I”—Latril blinked—“see. That’s too bad for their, uh, presence, but do you or do you not know where”—she gestured to her surroundings—“this is?”

“Where this is?” Slimantha glanced to her side—glanced to an obsidian building. Her eyes then returned to Latril. “I got it. We were somewhere, and now we are somewhere else. Therefore”—sparkles formed in her eyes—“this is somewhere else.”

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Latril’s right palm smacked into her own face. The swird woman sighed and then drew her hand down. Her golden sword eyes met Slimantha’s brown eyes. “That isn’t really all that helpful. Any idea how we got here, and please down say we got here by going from somewhere to somewhere else?”

“Well”—Slimantha puffed her cheeks out—“we did get here by going from somewhere to somewhere else, didn’t we? Although …” The slime summoner’s right hand went to her chin, and she closed her eyes. “I’m thinking it might have been that puddle I stepped in.” She re-opened her eyes, her right hand going back down. Her eyes met with Latril’s eyes once more. “Transportation by puddle. That is what I’m going with.”

“You are really going with the puddle thing, aren’t you?” Latril said, her golden eyes still on the slime summoner. Said slime summoner gave her an enthusiastic nod. “If you’re here because you stepped in a puddle, then why am I here?” Latril crossed her arms.

“Why are you here?” Slimantha blinked. She glanced down at her black shoes for a moment before returning her brown eyes to the lovely swird woman. She smiled. “Isn’t it obvious? Remember when I grabbed your arm?”

Latril blinked, lowering her arms. Then she glanced at her own left arm. Her golden sword eyes went back to the beautiful slime summoner. “You did grab my arm,” she said, and then she froze. A moment went by, and then she deadpanned, “You grabbed my arm and pulled me through a puddle to another world, didn’t you?” Her right eyebrow twitched. “Goddess, I can’t believe I just said that. That has to be the dumbest isekai concept ever.”

A cute giggle slipped out from between Slimantha’s lips. Her right hand went up to obscure those lips. She lowered her right hand, her eyes going back to Latril’s face. “Well,” the slime summoner said, “there can always be dumber isekai concepts, so no real problem with that one.” She giggled again bringing her right hand back up.

Latril watched the giggling Slimantha for a moment before giving the slime summoner a smile. “Dumb isekai concept or not, I suppose it could be worse.” She glanced away, her golden sword eyes going to one of the obsidian buildings. Then those eyes of hers went back to Slimantha’s face. “Actually, it being just the two of us is kind of nice.”

“You think so?” Slimantha said. The slime summoner smiled back at Latril.

Latril nodded and then glanced down at Slimantha’s hands. “You know?” Latril’s eyes returned to Slimantha’s face. “Do you mind if … Do you mind if I hold your hand?” The swird woman stepped back. “No problem if you’re not interested. I just …”

Slimantha stepped forward, pressing closer to Latril. The slime summoner reached out and grabbed both of the swird woman’s hands. Latril’s ivory skin felt warm and soft against her own tan skin. “You mean like this?” she said, pressing a tad closer. She still held the swird woman’s hands. Her beautiful brown eyes were locked with Latril’s lovely golden sword eyes. She had pressed close enough to feel Latril’s warm breaths. The sensation was kind of nice. Was this the limit though, or was there more? She pressed her lips closer to Latril’s but stopped short. Was this the limit, or was there more? Latril returned the gesture, closing the gap. Their lips met. They shared their first kiss. Their lips separated. So too did their hands.

Slimantha stared into Latril’s lovely golden sword eyes. She met Latril again in a loving embrace, her arms going around the swird woman. She shivered at the feel of Latril’s hands against her back. Those hands at her back reached lower. She pressed more firmly against Latril, and then their lips met again. They shared their second kiss. Finally, their lips separated.

“So,” Slimantha said, enjoying the feel of the lovely swird woman in her embrace, “girlfriends?”

“Girlfriends.” Latril’s arms were still around the beautiful slime summoner. Once upon a time, they were enemies, but that clearly was no longer the case.