The Slime Doesn't Die from Mana Transfer-Chapter 106 : Let’s Go Home

【Level: 70 → 75↑】
【HP: 212,800 → 2,655,801】
【Sword Saint’s Blessing Lv0 → Lv9】
【Thunderous Sword Aura Lv0 → Lv9】
【One-Handed Sword Mastery Lv8 → Lv9】
【Two-Handed Sword Mastery Lv8 → Lv9】
【Dagger Mastery Lv0 → Lv9】
【Thunder Sword Lv0 → Lv9】
【Quick Movement Lv7 → Lv9】
【Mana Enhancement Lv8 → Lv9】
【Stealth Lv5 → Lv8】
【Weak Point Targeting Lv1 → Lv8】
Three meals a day, no worries—today’s menu: Russell’s secret recipe, mini-burgers.
Affordable, and filling.
Once Russell confirmed there was no more information to be squeezed out of the old man, he simply swallowed him whole without hesitation.
Since the enemy this time was human, most of the useful skills were better suited for Rozelite. Russell gave her nearly all of them, keeping only 【Mana Perception】 and 【Mana Tracking】 for himself. They seemed likely to be useful.
The stat increase wasn’t dramatic. Rozelite’s base values were already absurd.
The most important gain was still that skill: 【Sword Saint’s Blessing】.
By now, Russell had more or less understood what these “Blessings” meant. In short, they were amplification-type buffs, each enhancing a different direction.
Like when Rozelite had taken 【Demon King’s Blessing】 from that Demon King—it massively boosted her strength, speed, vitality, and so on. Basically, turning it on was like flipping the switch to some kind of “sage mode”—wildly overpowered.
【Sword Saint’s Blessing】 worked the same way.
It amplified anything sword-related, whether learning or using sword skills. Power, training efficiency, speed, precision—everything increased drastically.
No exaggeration: someone with Sword Saint’s Blessing facing someone without it, at the same sword skill level, would almost certainly crush them.
There was no way this could be acquired through training. It had to come from some kind of ritual magic.
The cost, no doubt, wasn’t small.
But what did that have to do with Russell? He was just a slime.
…
When the battle ended, the metallic armor dissolved.
Rozelite sat on a wall of earth, staring blankly at the sun that had already dipped beneath the horizon.
“With such a commotion, going back to the city isn’t really possible anymore.”
Russell emerged from behind her, coiling around her pale neck, climbing up to her cheek, like a father gently patting his daughter’s head.
“Anyway, we’ve prepared everything we needed. Why not start early? We’ll leave tonight, travel overnight, and head straight for the royal capital.”
“……”
Rozelite didn’t respond.
She rested her chin on her hand, her gaze following the fading light of the sun.
With a thought, Russell sensed her mood.
The confusion that washed over her.
First, being thrown into a frozen wasteland thousands of miles from home, gravely wounded, almost eaten by monsters. Then, after barely escaping the labyrinth alive, she was branded a criminal despite having done nothing, forced to hide her identity and change her face.
She had believed that once she returned home, once she confronted the imposter in the palace, the truth would be revealed. But then she learned the mastermind behind it all was her own father, who even sent the kingdom’s strongest swordsman to kill her.
But why?
Rozelite didn’t feel she had done anything wrong.
She might have been a little clumsy, unable to learn many things well, but her father and elder brother had always treated her kindly.
Her days should have continued like that forever.
Her brother would inherit the throne, and she would marry the man her father and brother chose for her. Likely a political marriage, yes—but as long as she had their love, her life would still be happy and carefree.
That was how it should have been.
So why…
“Mr. Slime…”
Rozelite curled into herself, burying her head between her knees.
“Tell me… why does Father want to kill me? He said I was a mistake of his youth. But what does that have to do with me? Why must I die?”
“Some questions, no matter how much you think, will never make sense,” Russell said.
“Rather than wasting thought on something that has no answer, why not go to your father directly and demand it from him?”
“And if he refuses to answer?”
“Then put your sword to his throat and force him.”
“And if… even if it costs his life, Father still refuses to say? Am I supposed to kill him?”
Rozelite murmured, “But Mr. Slime… I don’t think I could do it…”
If you can’t… then I’ll do it for you.
That was something Russell could never bring himself to say.
She wasn’t troubled by the “reason” itself. She was troubled by what she would do after learning the truth. Whether or not she could accept the answer, her father had already tried to have her killed. Yet even so, how was she supposed to take revenge? Could she kill her father without regret?
If she were powerless, it wouldn’t matter.
But now, even the kingdom’s strongest swordsman had fallen to her hand. She really did have the power to take revenge on her father.
She knew well that her father’s love in the past had been genuine. Not a single part of it was false.
Taking revenge wouldn’t bring her joy. She would rather they all pretended nothing had happened.
But was that possible?
That was what pained her.
“There’s another way,” Russell suddenly said.
“What?”
“Run away.”
“Eh?”
Rozelite blinked.
“If you can’t get a satisfying answer from your father, and you can’t bring yourself to hurt him… then just run. The world is vast, and we’re strong. Wherever we go, we’ll live well.”
Russell continued.
“We could slay dragons, conquer labyrinths, save up enough money to buy land in some remote town, build a house. There’s no shortage of things to do. If demons attack, we run. If things get messy, we join them instead. The current Demon King is human too. If she can join the demons, why can’t we?”
Rozelite was stunned by his words.
Yes… that was true, wasn’t it?
If that home no longer welcomed her, no longer wanted her, then she had no reason to return.
The world was vast. Where could she not go?
As long as Mr. Slime was with her, she would never be alone.
A life like that…
It didn’t sound so bad.
“But if we do that, then I won’t be able to fulfill my promise to you, Mr. Slime,” Rozelite whispered.
“Promise?”
Russell tilted his head.
“You know… you helping me return home, and me helping you find a way to become human. That was our very first promise, wasn’t it?”
“Oh, that. You don’t need to hold onto it. I have plenty of time.”
“But if I don’t even hold onto that, what meaning do I have to you? I want to help you, Mr. Slime. I want to be your strength too.”
Rozelite rose slowly to her feet. She had made her decision.
She would go home.
…
But Rozelite didn’t know.
One week later, when she finally reached the royal capital, Triumphal City, ready to demand answers from her father—her father was already dead.