“Processing. Processing.” The words continued to slip from between Dream’s lips. Her red eyes—red cracks reaching down from beneath them—were set upon Slimantha. How was the slime summoner still alive? How was the slime summoner perfectly fine? “Processing. Processing.” Dream’s eyes turned to the Demon-Duck King. Even the level-100 monster wasn’t enough. “Processing. Processing.” Her words stopped, and she smiled. Instead of two, why not one? She reached her right hand out, her porcelain fingers nearing the monster.

She made contact, her hand pressing into the Demon-Duck King’s plumage. Then the regal monster was gone, having vanished. The system turned her eyes back to Slimantha and Latril. Two red nubs sprouted from her forehead. Said nubs extended into a pair of red horns. Her nails changed to black and grew into claws. Her white robe bulged out behind her as something strained against the fabric. A moment later, a pair of black feathery wings ripped their way through. Dream—now both system and demon-duck woman—smiled, her eyes settling specifically upon Slimantha. She crouched down and then rushed the slime summoner. She threw a right-handed slash, putting her new claws to use.

Slimantha blinked. Her brown eyes went to Dream’s claws and then up to the white-haired woman’s face. Dream neared. The system’s claws glinted. Slimantha took a step back, and a tentacle of viscous blue lashed out from behind her. Claws met tentacle, and Dream stopped, the system’s right claws embedded in the elongated gelatinous structure. Slimantha blinked again and then flashed the system a smile. She got a pout and a left-handed slash in response. She met that second slash with a second tentacle, earning another pout from the petite demon-ducky woman in front of her. Her eyes drifted up to the top of the system’s head. She bit her lower lip.

“Can I,” Slimantha said, her eyes dropping back down to Dream’s face, “headpat you?” A thud drew the slime summoner’s attention to Latril, who had fallen to the rooftop.

“You have got to be kidding me!” Latril climbed back to her feet. She picked her sword back up and then turned to Slimantha, her girlfriend. “Now you’re trying to pet her!” The swird woman planted her left hand on her left hip, her sword held in her right hand. “Stop trying to pet out opponents!”

“But she’s so demon-ducky right now.” Slimantha shifted her weight to her right leg, a slight twinkle to her eyes. Her gaze went back to Dream, whom she still held back with her two tentacles. “Can I please …”

“No,” Dream said, following up with a pout. The system pressed her claws deeper into the two gelatinous tentacles, but said tentacles held strong.

Now Slimantha pouted. “Well, that’s fine, I guess.” She swung her two tentacles forward, flinging Dream back.

Dream landed in a crouch, her black claws tapping against the obsidian rooftop. She stood up and stretched her wings. Her red eyes centered on Slimantha’s face, and she readied her right claws. Then she lowered said claws as a certain swird woman, Latril, stepped between her and Slimantha. Her gaze shifted to that swird woman’s face.

Latril glanced back at Slimantha. “Mind if I step in?” she said. She got a nod of approval from the slime summoner. “Great.” She returned her gaze to Dream as Slimantha’s two slime tentacles dissolved away. Her golden sword eyes met Dream’s red eyes, and a cocky smirk slipped across her lips. “Well then”—she spun her sword around once—“why don’t we have a bit of fun?” Her sword melted away. “There’s a little something I’m dying to try.” Her eyes glinted dangerously. “Check this out.”

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She reached forward and a small silver orb appeared. Said orb expanded into a silver handle—a silver sword handle. The silver reached up forming a blade. The newly formed blade turned a radiant white, heat dancing upon it. Her right fingers closed around the new weapon’s handle, the ivory skin of her right hand pressing against said handle. Her golden sword eyes turned to Dream, a cocky smirk on the swird woman’s lips. She held the radiant weapon forward, drawing attention to it.

“Behold!” Latril said, her golden eyes shifting back to her radiant sword. “Behold the Sword That Splits the Heavens Mk 2.” She raised the Sword That Splits the Heavens Mk 2 a bit higher. Her cocky smirk took on a smug aspect.

“I”—Slimantha blinked—“remember it being bigger.” The slime summoner’s beautiful brown eyes were on Latril’s radiant weapon.

Latril sweatdropped and then turned her golden eyes to the slime summoner. “This is the Sword That Splits the Heavens Mk 2,” the swird woman said. “You are thinking of the Mk 1. The Mk 2 is much more conveniently sized.”

Slimantha planted her hands on her shapely hips and puffed her cheeks out. “I’ll have you know having curves does not make me more inconvenient.” She thrust her well-endowed bosom out and huffed.

Latril sweatdropped again. “That”—the swird woman blinked—“wasn’t a quip about your figure.”

“Oh.” Now Slimantha blinked. Then she smiled awkwardly. “Never mind then.” She added an awkward laugh, placing her right hand behind her head. The long locks of her brown hair swayed with the laugh.

“You”—Latril blushed, her eyes scanning over her girlfriend’s curvy figure—“really are beautiful.” Then the swird woman blinked. She turned back to Dream, that cocky smirk of hers returning to her face. “Anyway, I have a system to split in two.” A certain slime summoner huffed behind her. “I did not mean that sexually.”

“Well,” Dream said, her red eyes going from the Sword That Splits the Heavens Mk 2 to Latril’s face, “you sure seem sure of yourself.” A sadistic grin split her own face. “Allow me to fix that.” She closed the distance between herself and Latril. Her right claws met radiant white. Sparks showered down. Heat buffeted her from the radiant weapon. She grimaced and leapt back, her eyes on the offending weapon.

Latril smirked cockily. “Maybe you’re the one who’s too sure of herself,” she said. She slashed the Sword That Splits the Heavens Mk 2 at Dream. The mighty blade met black claws and more sparks flew. The system, who had blocked with her right claws, swept her left claws out. Now Latril leapt back, but that cocky smirk of hers was still prominently on her face. She readied her weapon at her right, its radiance intensifying.

“Go, Latril!” Slimantha said, pumping her right fist into the air. “Kick that demon-ducky system’s butt!”

Latril glanced over her right shoulder—glanced at her slime-summoner girlfriend. Her lovely golden sword eyes met Slimantha’s beautiful brown eyes. The swird woman smiled a genuine smile. “Could I,” she said, “get a kiss after this?”

“Sure,” Slimantha said. She flashed her girlfriend a smile.

“Could I”—Latril’s eyes drifted a little down before going back up to her girlfriend’s face—“get a little more than a kiss?”

Slimantha blinked and then shifted her weight from side to side. She gently touched her right hand to her chin for a moment. Then she cutely clasped her hands behind herself and leaned forward, a pleasant smile on her face. “I’ll think about it,” she said.

Dream crossed her arms. “Will you two knock that off?” she said. “This is not a romantic comedy.” She puffed her cheeks out.