The Slime Doesn't Die from Mana Transfer-Chapter 124 : Aristine

Rozelite felt there had been a suspiciously high number of female characters showing up lately.
First of all, she had to declare: this was not some kind of yuri novel.
Second, Rozelite had no
♀♀
interests. Hmm... then again, she didn’t really have
♂♀
interests either.
So why on earth were there so many female characters being introduced?!
There was no doubt about it.
They must be trying to force Mr. Slime to his knees and make him into some kind of lust slave!
How could such a thing be allowed?!
Rozelite swore she would protect Mr. Slime’s purity, never letting him be seduced by these wicked women.
In simple terms—I am Mr. Slime’s fated partner. The rest of you are not!
And so, she kicked Aristine out of the room.
Russell’s opinion on this matter was...
No opinion at all.
Setting aside Rozelite’s dangerous thoughts, he simply wasn’t in the habit of letting strangers sleep beside him, even if they were beautiful girls. The world had gone downhill, people weren’t trustworthy, and false accusations or sudden “take-backs” were all too common.
A young man out in the world really did need to protect himself.
Rozelite, meanwhile, stripped off the sheet Aristine had sat on with a look of disgust, then laid the blanket flat as a makeshift sheet and lay down.
As she rested, recalling all that had happened recently, Rozelite suddenly felt a little weary.
“What kind of life... will I really end up with?”
“You’re tired.”
Russell emerged behind her.
“Rest. No matter how lively your vitality, humans still need sleep to restore energy.”
“Mm.”
Rozelite closed her eyes.
But after lying there for a while, she suddenly opened them again.
“Mr. Slime, if tomorrow morning I suddenly turned into a puppy... would you still stay by my side?”
“???”
Russell couldn’t help himself. With a tendril, he lightly tapped her forehead.
“I told you to sleep. What kind of nonsense is that?”
“I can’t sleep.”
Rozelite covered the spot where she was tapped, tears welling faintly at her eyes, looking pitiful and wronged.
“...You can’t sleep because you keep overthinking. Empty your head and you’ll fall asleep quickly.”
“Then guess what I’m thinking right now?” she pressed, refusing to give up.
“I don’t have to guess. I can feel it.”
Russell sighed.
After【Symbiosis】reached Lv8, he could vaguely sense Rozelite’s thoughts even without activating【Mental Integration】. And besides, a girl like Rozelite couldn’t hide much anyway.
“Really?”
Rozelite blinked wide-eyed, with not the slightest intention of sleeping.
“Go to sleep already.”
Russell felt a headache coming on.
Teenage girls tended to overthink—and it was always him who had to pay for it.
Still, insomnia wasn’t unusual.
In his past life, Russell had often worked himself to exhaustion with late-night overtime, flipping his days and nights. He frequently suffered insomnia then.
His usual remedy: the music method—rain in a forest, rivers, or rhythmic white noise.
If that failed, there was the “airplane method.”
...But clearly, that wouldn’t be appropriate here.
He couldn’t exactly tell Rozelite, “Can’t sleep? Just XXX.”
Given Rozelite’s fragile mental state, Russell wouldn’t dare do anything that extreme. He needed another idea...
“Ah!”
A spark of inspiration hit.
“I’ve got a trick that will make you sleep instantly!”
“Really?”
“Really. Though... it might feel a little uncomfortable.”
“That’s fine, Mr. Slime! I’m not afraid of pain!”
Rozelite’s eyes lit up.
“Not pain…”
Russell extended a tendril from behind her, slowly shaping it into something thin and long.
Then, under her eager gaze... it wrapped tightly around her neck!
“Guh...!”
A strangled sound escaped Rozelite.
Her legs tensed like live wires, toes trembling as though shocked by some immense stimulus.
Though she tried to gulp air, her compressed blood vessels could no longer supply her brain with oxygen. Starved of air and overwhelmed by suffocation, her eyes rolled back, and soon she convulsed and lost consciousness.
Russell released her. Her breathing steadied.
She was asleep.
Russell thought he was a genius.
The only issue: the blanket beneath her was stained...
But that was easily solved.
Just a bit of moisture. Dry it out, and it’d be fine.
(T/N: Don’t try this at home, kid. Lack of oxygen supply damages the brain.)
…
Rozelite slept deeply.
She couldn’t recall exactly how she fell asleep—one moment she’d been chatting with Mr. Slime, the next she’d drifted off.
But when she awoke, she felt refreshed, her body light and clear.
“Let’s go,” Russell said.
“Find your brother, tell him everything, and then we’re done with this.”
“Mm!”
Rozelite nodded.
Russell’s tendrils coiled around her, shaping into what looked like ordinary clothing.
Rozelite pushed open the inn’s door…  and froze.
A white-haired girl was crouched against the wall outside, dozing.
“Eh?”
Rozelite blinked.
“...”
Aristine Caroline lifted her head, dark rings under her eyes, meeting Rozelite’s speechless stare.
“...So, you sat here all night?”
Rozelite was dumbstruck.
“Yes.”
Aristine nodded.
She tried to stand, bracing on the wall. But after sitting too long, her legs had gone numb, and she couldn’t manage it.
“You... are you really this stubborn?”
Rozelite laughed bitterly.
“I told you—your task is over. You don’t need to follow me anymore. Didn’t you understand?”
“I understood.”
Aristine tilted her head.
“But, honestly... I only go back after one day.”
“...”
So, what she meant was: until the full day passed, she wouldn’t leave.
Neither Rozelite nor Russell had the strength to complain anymore.
“But even so,” Russell muttered, “why sit here all night? You could’ve booked another room. Surely a Rhine Royal Magic Academy student can afford an inn?”
Aristine lowered her head, voice soft:
“Nearby rooms were full. Too far away... I worried you’d walk off alone.”
“...”
Forget it. Not worth arguing.
Russell gave up on thinking further.
And silently branded the Rhine Royal Magic Academy with a new label: “Breeds lunatics.”