The next morning.
Dawn light filtered through the mist between the trees. Root Language Forest seemed to have just awakened from a dream, sleepy tears beading upon its leaves.
A brown-backed tit flitted lightly past the drooping branches, splashing crystalline dewdrops onto the mushroom roofs with soft pattering sounds.
Inside Old Bloom's farmhouse, Arthur sat by the window, meticulously wiping every inch of his bone lance, maintaining this old companion that had saved his life several times.
Upon his cold shoulder armor, the little Slime opened its sleepy eyes.
"Arthur, good morning."
"Good morning, Your Majesty." Arthur bowed reverently.
"You were gone for so long. Did something happen back in the territory?"
"Nothing much. I just subdued a wild boar, enslaved a few goblins, opened up a Forest Path, and built a decent fortress in the dungeon..."
"I heard the dungeon led in all directions and was even connected to the Goblin Legion's mining area, so I was preparing to gather an army and go take a look. Pity you weren't there."
After hearing this, Arthur's admiration only deepened.
That amount of work... even the undead would fear it.
Yet His Majesty had brushed it aside with a single casual sentence.
His Majesty was truly so diligent...
Chen Yu heard his thoughts and merely smiled without speaking.
This was just everyday life for the civil engineering seniors.
Knock, knock—creak—
Just then, the vine door was knocked upon. Old Bloom entered, a foxtail grass stem dangling from his mouth and a pitchfork slung over his shoulder.
"Morning, Mr. Arthur, and... Lord." Old Bloom was trying hard to get used to how he addressed a Slime.
"Lord Viola sent word. She requests that you two come over."
He shifted aside and gestured outside. "Lord Iserin happens to be nearby, so she came