Slimantha stepped out from a flight of obsidian stairs—stepped out onto an obsidian roof. She raised her right hand, shielding her beautiful brown eyes from the rays of sunlight shining down from the shimmering pink sky overhead. The click of Latril’s black high-heels on obsidian sounded out as Latril stepped out onto the roof after the slime summoner. Slimantha’s eyes adjusted to the lighting and she lowered her right hand. This roof was the roof of the tutorial building. The sun hung overhead. Just what would Slimantha and Latril find up here?
“Why so many demon ducks?” Latril said. “You’d think there would be something else here other than a bunch of demon ducks, but no, the tutorial clearly has a thing for ducks.” She stretched her arms and then gave her black feathery wings a stretch too. She still held her sword.
Slimantha giggled at her girlfriend’s ducky complaints. “Well,” the slime summoner said, “it isn’t that bad. At least the demon ducks are cute.” She glanced across the rooftop. Other than her and Latril, the roof looked to be vacant. Her eyes then drifted down to her right hand. She shifted her staff from her right hand to her left hand. Her eyes returned to her right hand. Tears beaded up in the corners of those eyes. “Why do they keep biting me though?” She pouted, shifting her weight from side to side. The long locks of her brown hair swayed with her movements.
Latril sighed and then looked at Slimantha. “Maybe they would stop biting you if you stopped trying to pet them,” the swird woman said. “Seriously, take the hint already. The demon ducks clearly don’t want you to pet them.”
“But why so cute if no want pet?” Slimantha pouted again. She closed her eyes. “Maybe”—she re-opened her eyes—“I just need to believe in the heart of the petting.”
Another sigh slipped out from between Latril’s lips. “Somehow, I don’t think believing in the heart of the petting is going to help much. What even is the heart of the petting?”
“The heart of the petting is”—Slimantha froze for a moment—“the heart of the petting.” She smiled and then leaned forward, hinging at her hips. Her staff was planted firmly against the obsidian rooftop propping her up.
“Obviously,” Latril said. The swird woman’s golden eyes, each possessing the likeness of an upward-turned sword, glanced over her tan-skinned companion—her tan-skinned girlfriend. Said eyes drifted up to Slimantha’s face. The swird woman smiled. “You know? You could headpat me if it makes you feel any better.” She stepped closer to Slimantha, who straightened up. Her cheeks flushed as she felt the slime summoner’s beautiful brown eyes go to the top of her head.
A smiled flashed across Slimantha’s face. She reached up with her right hand—reached up to the top of her girlfriend’s head. Said girlfriend, Latril, leaned forward to accommodate. Though the two women were about equal in baseline height, Latril currently wore a pair of black high-heels giving her some extra height. Slimantha gently pressed her hand against the short black locks of her girlfriend’s hair, a soft blush spreading across both her face and her girlfriend’s face. Her girlfriend’s soft locks felt heavenly against the tan skin of her right hand. Gingerly, she continued to run her fingers through her girlfriend’s soft hair, relishing the feel. Then she pulled her hand away.
“Do I get a kiss?” Latril said, her lovely golden sword eyes meeting Slimantha’s beautiful brown eyes. Both their blushes deepened.
Slimantha gave a cute little nod and laced her fingers around Latril’s waist. She pulled closer. Her lips pressed lovingly against Latril’s lips. The two women shared a loving kiss. Then they separated. Slimantha blinked.
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A drop of sweat rolled down Latril’s right cheek. “There is something behind me, isn’t there?” she said, getting a nod in response from the slime summoner. The swird woman sighed. “Mood-killing system.” She promptly about faced, her golden sword eyes falling upon something—something large—with black feathers.
A duck—a large black duck adorned with a golden crown—stood before the two women. Its eyes were flaming red, and a pair of red horns showed atop its head. Three regularly sized demon ducks stood around the larger fowl. The bigger duck—the one with the crown—glanced from Latril to Slimantha and then gave a quack.
“It’s”—Slimantha brought her right hand to her chest—“so cute.” She shifted her weight from side to side, her brown eyes—her glistening brown eyes—on the large black duck. “Should I pet it?”
“Seriously?” Latril deadpanned. “We’re going back to the petting thing now?” She sighed, her own black feathery wings drooping a bit. She perked back up and scanned over the gathering of four ducks. Her golden sword eyes settled on the large duck with the crown. Then she glanced at Slimantha. “Do you want to get bit?”
Slimantha blinked. “Well, no. I so don’t want to get bit.” She glanced at the large duck with the crown and quivered a tad. “It is just so cute. How can I not want to pet it?” She quivered a bit more and then slumped over. “I”—she straightened back up, determination burning in her brown eyes—“won’t pet the demon-duck king!” She clenched her right fist at her chest.
“Why”—Latril blinked—“do you say that as if it is some impressive feat.” The sword woman blinked again before returning her eyes to the demon-duck king. “So that thing is a demon-duck king. Makes sense.” She glanced down to the demon duck standing in front of its king and readied her sword. “Well, let’s get started, shall we?”
Latril crouched down and spread her wings. Her sword held in her right hand, she touched her left hand to the obsidian beneath her. She grinned and then rushed forward. Her target—the demon duck standing in front of the demon-duck king—gave a surprised quack. Latril swung. Her blade bit. The targeted demon duck vanished in defeat, and Latril leapt to the left. The demon-duck king blinked in confusion. The two remaining demon-ducks—one at the king’s right and the other at the king’s left—were equally dumbstruck.
Slimantha glanced over the demon-duck king and its two remaining demon ducks. She smiled, pointing her staff toward the demon-duck king. She was, of course, a slime summoner, but the system had given her the fireball skill. As such, why not use said skill? Wouldn’t it be a waste not to use it? A ball of flame formed at her staff’s tip. She jabbed her staff against the orb, launching it. It soared toward its target—toward the demon-duck king—wisps of flame in its wake. She continued to smile, watching her flaming projectile barrel toward its target. She repositioned her staff, planting its base against the obsidian rooftop. She continued to smile, and then …
A quack broke the silence—a quack not from the demon-duck king but from the demon-duck at the king’s right. Said demon duck leapt in front of its king, taking the flaming orb for its monarch. Flames whipped. The air pulsed. Slimantha pouted. Both fireball and intercepting demon duck were gone. The demon-duck king stepped back and the remaining demon duck stepped in front of its monarch, the demon duck’s red eyes locked upon Slimantha.
Slimantha’s pout melted away. Once more, a smile showed upon her face. Her eyes—her beautiful brown eyes—were on the demon-duck barring access to the demon-duck king. She walked forward, her steps drawing her closer to the demon duck. Her black shoes lightly tapped against the obsidian as she approached the black-feathered fowl. She crouched down, her eyes still on the demon duck.
“Do you”—Slimantha flashed the demon duck a dazzling smile—“want a headpat?” The sound of Latril’s right palm impacting the swird woman’s own face caught the slime summoner’s attention. A single drop of sweat ran down Slimantha’s right cheek, and she gave a nervous laugh. “Actually, never mind about the headpat thing.” She stood up and then bopped the demon duck with her staff. Said demon duck fell in defeat, promptly melting away. She smiled and then shifted her gaze to the demon-duck king. The large black-feathered fowl glared at her, the golden crown atop its head glinting.