The Slime Doesn't Die from Mana Transfer-Chapter 103 : Temporary Heart

Russell felt that with each update, this game became harder and harder to understand.
Even drinking tea by the roadside could trigger a wild NPC as strong as a boss fight? This kind of stat inflation wasn’t how the game was supposed to be played, right?
“That stupid developer has really lost his mind.”
Meanwhile—
Rozelite hesitated, but Brandy still wore the same smile.
“What? Don’t recognize me? I even held you when you were a child.”
“You are… Lord Brandy?”
Rozelite asked hesitantly.
“Not bad, your memory. Mm… this also confirms it—there’s no mistake, you are the Seventh Princess, Rozelite Othinus.”
Although Brandy said so, he still leisurely sipped his black tea.
“Want to know how I recognized you? Very simple. Even if you’ve changed your face, some little habits and gestures never change easily. Those things are actually more recognizable than a face.”
Little habits?
But why was this man so familiar with her?
Who is this guy?
Russell asked,
“He just suddenly showed up and started talking to you on his own. Are you two close?”
“Not exactly close… but I do know him.”
Rozelite replied inwardly.
“He’s the House Charlotte’s 【Sword Saint】.”
“Sword Saint?”
“It’s said that in every generation of the House Charlotte, they select the most gifted swordsmanship genius. After undergoing a certain ritual, that person becomes the Sword Saint of the era. Although the Sword Saint is born from the House Charlotte, he answers directly to the King. I don’t really know the details, that’s all I know.”
A Sword Saint, huh…
“Sounds impressive.”
And just like Winnie, he had the skill 【Sword Saint’s Blessing】 listed in his skill panel. Only, this guy’s skill level was higher than Winnie’s—at Lv10.
“Be careful,”
Russell whispered.
“This guy… could be an enemy.”
“No, Mr. Slime, this might be an opportunity!”
“Opportunity?”
Rozelite suddenly raised her head.
She stood up.
“Lord Brandy, since you already recognized me, could I trouble you for a favor?”
“Oh? What kind of favor?”
Brandy asked kindly.
“Please help me explain to Alexander that I am the true Seventh Princess. The one in the palace now is the imposter!”
“Hm…”
Brandy nodded slightly.
Before Rozelite could rejoice, he shook his head again.
“But I’m sorry. That’s not something I can do, nor something I will do.”
“Why?”
Rozelite asked as she slowly stepped back.
Under the table, her foot was already pushing her chair back, preparing to create distance.
But Brandy’s next words caught her off guard.
“Because… killing a fake princess is much easier than killing the real one.”
The instant the words fell—
Brandy’s body, which had been calmly seated before the table, blurred into an afterimage. His speed was so fast that even Rozelite’s trained dynamic vision couldn’t follow.
The air crackled with faint arcs of lightning, the sound like thunder—gone in a flash.
In the next moment—
Brandy, who had been seated, was already standing before Rozelite.
She felt a sudden chill in her chest.
The staff in Brandy’s hand revealed its true form—a rapier hidden within the wooden cane. In that split second, he had drawn it, and with arcs of lightning and thunder coursing along its blade, he stabbed it into Rozelite’s left chest with impossible speed.
The blade pierced through Rozelite’s heart.
“Urgh!”
Blood surged up from her throat.
Lowering her head, she looked at the sword impaling her heart, then back at Brandy, her eyes full of disbelief.
“W-Why…”
Her voice trembled, her face losing color at a visible speed.
“W-Was it Father who ordered you to kill me…”
Brandy said nothing. His smile was gone. In silence, he drove the blade even deeper into her chest.
“It must… it must be Father’s command!”
Rozelite’s face turned ghastly pale, her voice growing weaker, as if already on the edge of death.
“Father told me before… that every generation’s Sword Saint only follows the King’s orders,
cough, cough
…”
As she spoke, blood trickled from the corner of her lips.
“Foolish child.”
Brandy sighed with what sounded like pity.
“What use is there in knowing all that? You’re about to die anyway. Isn’t it better to die in ignorance?”
“Why… why would Father…”
“That, I don’t know. I only follow orders.”
The instant the words ended—
Brandy’s wrist trembled. Violent arcs of electricity raced down his arm to the blade, and then into Rozelite’s body.
Finally, into her heart.
Zzzzlaaa—
A sharp screech rang in her ears.
The lightning-charged blade energy exploded inside her heart, shredding it to pieces in an instant. Rozelite vomited blood in great gushes, her face pale as paper. All her strength left her body, and she collapsed to the floor.
Brandy smoothly drew the rapier back out.
Blood spurted from Rozelite’s chest, staining the ground red.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—”
The café hall rang with shrill screams. The customers, who had been seated quietly before, now panicked at the murder before their eyes. They bolted from their seats and rushed out in terror.
“Sigh, troublesome.”
Brandy exhaled. He hadn’t planned to make his move here.
After all, this was Alexander’s territory.
Killing in such a place would make cleanup complicated.
He had only come here to enjoy a cup of black tea, to leisurely savor his last task before retirement. But by chance, he had run into Rozelite.
Since he had encountered her, he couldn’t just let her go.
He had no choice but to strike.
Taking a handkerchief from his chest pocket, he wiped the blood from the blade and casually reassembled it into a cane.
Just as he was considering how to dispose of the body, he froze.
The corpse that should have been lying on the floor…
Only a pool of blood remained.
The body was gone.
“…Interesting.”
On the rooftop of the clothing store across from the café—
Rozelite’s figure clutched the edge of the roof and flipped herself up with a light push.
She glanced at Brandy still inside the café and sighed in regret.
“A shame… I couldn’t get more information.”
“Not a shame. He probably didn’t know more than that anyway,” Russell’s voice sounded.
“If your father sent him to kill you, then most likely, the incident of you being kidnapped from the palace and thrown into the labyrinth was tied to him too.”
“Yes…”
Rozelite whispered, pressing a hand against her chest.
Was it because she had already suspected it?
Why then did she not feel any heartbreak…
No—that was wrong.
The heart that could feel pain had already been shredded moments ago.
Now, the heart inside her chest that was pumping blood through her body was a temporary organ crafted by Mr. Slime using 【Shapeshift】, completely replacing her original heart. The wound had been sutured by countless minuscule tendrils formed from shapeshifting, and under the effect of 【Regeneration Lv6】, it was healing at a rapid pace.
In Brandy’s understanding, when a human lost their heart, they died.
But clearly, Rozelite Othinus… could hardly be called human anymore.