Time rolled on, and once again it was the season when all things revived—a day known as the Green Grass Festival.
This day signified that spring had truly arrived, a day worthy of relaxation and joy.
People scattered flowers carefully tended in temples and castles over the snow to drive away the harsh winter, praying for a good harvest in the coming season.
The nobles, meanwhile, admired the alluring dances of young ladies and married women at the spring festival ball, while considering whose head they might plant a lush green meadow upon that night.
In this age of ever more abundant material comforts and temptations everywhere, the pure love of old was gradually becoming rare and precious.
In this regard, a certain married couple in Water-Drawing City was the object of everyone's envy.
Just as dawn broke, the bedside slime began sounding its alarm: "Muu~ Muu~"
A pale, slender hand slammed heavily onto the slime's head. With a splat, the poor slime was smacked until it puked, and a stream of green mucus sprayed straight onto the mistress's exquisite cheek, smearing her face and hair.
Vina took a deep breath, peeled the slime mucus from her face, then gave it a heavy slap against the backside of the dead man beside her, who was snoring loud enough to shake the heavens. A crisp smack rang out.
"Mmm, what is it, darling?"
Garvin did not dare keep pretending to sleep. He pulled Vina into his arms, as though savoring last night's passion, and as though committing the warmth of this moment to memory.
"Aren't you setting out today? Why aren't you getting up early to prepare? Also, can you switch out that slime alarm clock for one with a better stomach and a little more resistance to being hit? Something