The Slime Doesn't Die from Mana Transfer-Chapter 34 : On How to Enlighten a Melancholic Girl

Rozelite Othinus’s voice sounded extremely low.
The moment Russell heard it, he knew: this child had fallen into melancholy.
Perhaps it was due to Mental Integration and Symbiosis, but Russell could clearly sense Rozelite’s emotions. At this very moment, she was probably thinking that it was her hesitation, her doubts, and her pointless kindness that had led to her being ambushed and almost killed.
The pain of being betrayed by the very one she had shown kindness to…
Russell had experienced it as well.
No. He should say, as long as one lived in this world, it was impossible not to experience such a thing.
The difference was that Rozelite now had Russell to clean up her mess, whereas back then, when Russell had faced the same situation, he could only be caught off guard, dragged into the abyss, and lose everything.
Russell understood this feeling.
Pain, disappointment, utter despair.
To feel this way was only natural, especially for Rozelite, a princess who had been pampered since childhood—it must have been especially unbearable.
“Kindness isn’t a bad thing.”
Russell said.
“Just as I’ve said before, I believe what you did was right. Only sometimes, right and wrong aren’t what matter. What matters is whether it benefits you, whether it helps the situation. You must understand, morality has never been the only standard by which things are judged.”
“…Perhaps you are correct, Mr. Slime.”
Rozelite whispered.
“Then maybe it would be better to just leave everything to Mr. Slime. Doesn’t Mr. Slime want to become human? If that’s the case, you can just take my body, can’t you?”
“……”
It was obvious.
Rozelite’s mood hadn’t improved at all.
Changing one’s mindset was never a simple matter.
Besides, Russell had always believed that instead of giving cliché speeches, action was the better solution.
“All right, let’s try another way.”
As he spoke, Russell handed back control of the body to Rozelite.
“Mr. Slime?”
Rozelite froze, then asked softly, “You… you aren’t angry with me, are you?”
“Do as I say next.”
Russell instructed, “Wake her up.”
“Wake her up?”
Rozelite’s gaze fell on the unconscious Anna.
“Yes.”
“But… how do I wake her? I don’t know how.”
“Slap her.”
“Eh?”
“Slap her face. Quickly.”
Russell spoke rapidly, “I know you have many questions, but just do as I say for now. Slap her!”
“O-okay!”
Rozelite bit her lip and raised her palm.
She lightly patted Anna’s cheek.
“L-like this?”
“Obviously not… Forget it, I’ll show you once.”
Russell once again took over Rozelite’s body, raised his arm high, and swung down hard, slapping Anna’s face.
Smack!
A crisp sound rang out.
A red handprint quickly appeared on Anna’s delicate white cheek.
But she still didn’t wake up.
“Like that. Now you do it.”
Russell returned control to Rozelite.
Rozelite stared at the vivid red mark on Anna’s face, her chest rising and falling.
After a brief hesitation, she mimicked Russell’s movement, raised her right arm, closed her eyes, and swung her palm with some force onto Anna’s other cheek.
Smack!
This one sounded louder than before, but still lacked Russell’s sharp decisiveness.
Anna’s cheek immediately grew faintly red.
The sound, coupled with the jolt that ran back up her hand, made Rozelite’s shoulders tremble. She quickly withdrew her hand, her knuckles pale.
“Not enough! Nowhere near enough!”
Russell’s voice rang in her mind, firm and unquestionable.
“Use more strength!”
Rozelite drew in a sharp breath, as if making up her mind.
She raised her hand again. This time her shoulder carried her whole arm, tracing a fuller arc through the air. Her palm cut the air with a whistle as it came down!
Smack!
The crisp crack was almost pleasing to hear.
Anna’s cheek reddened at a speed visible to the naked eye, even the edges of Russell’s fingerprints clearly visible.
“Good! That’s the feeling!”
Russell’s voice brimmed with encouragement and urgency.
“Don’t stop! Keep going! Slap harder! Aim for her face, strike until she wakes up!”
“Do… do I have to keep going?”
Rozelite asked uneasily.
“What, are you pitying her?”
A tentacle tipped with an eyeball slid out from Rozelite’s neckline, staring at her.
“Touch the wound on your chest—she truly tried to kill you just now. Do you still think you should go easy on her? You feel sorry for slapping her a few times, but when she stabbed at your heart, why didn’t you feel sorry for yourself?”
Rozelite bit her lip.
She recalled the shock of the sudden attack, the agony of being betrayed by her own kindness, and the pain of her chest being pierced! Gradually, the last trace of hesitation in her eyes disappeared. Almost reflexively, her arm rose again—then fell!
Smack!
“Again!”
Smack!
“Again!”
Smack!
Rozelite’s movements grew smoother.
At first, they were stiff—her wrist always pausing awkwardly after each strike. But with Russell’s relentless encouragement—“Harder!” “Keep going!” “Perfect!”—her actions quickly became fluid. Soon, she no longer needed his reminders.
Her arm rose higher and fell faster, shoulder, elbow, and wrist forming a smooth, natural chain of motion.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack—!
Crisp slaps echoed endlessly at the forest’s edge.
Her initial fear was replaced by a strange sense of rhythm.
She pressed her lips together, eyes locked on Anna’s cheek, her pale palm swinging down again and again. Each strike carried more force, executed with growing skill, and even tinged with an indescribable excitement focused on the “task” itself.
Sweat beaded on her temples, her breathing quickened slightly.
She had gone feral!
She was lost in it!
She was consumed by it!
She knew no heaven or earth anymore!
By the time she had lost track of how many times she had struck, Anna’s cheeks were no longer just red—they were swollen and shining, covered with deep crimson handprints.
Her whole face was so swollen it was barely recognizable.
Just as Rozelite, lips curled into an eager smile, raised her arm high once more to deliver an even heavier strike—
“Ugh… mm…”
A weak groan squeezed out from Anna’s swollen lips.
Her eyelids, puffy like walnuts, fluttered violently a few times before, under great strain, peeling open a narrow slit to reveal the bloodshot, clouded eyes beneath.
Rozelite froze.
Her raised hand hovered in the air, ready to fall at any moment.
Anna looked at the nearby Rozelite and, almost reflexively, collapsed forward in a kowtow!
“I don’t dare anymore, I’ll never dare again!”
Her muffled, tear-choked pleas spilled out in broken cries.
“Don’t kill me, I beg you… don’t kill me…”
“Mr. Slime…”
Rozelite asked hesitantly.
“What do you think?”
Russell countered.
“……”
After a brief hesitation, Rozelite clenched her teeth, balled her hand into a fist, and swung it straight into the one part of Anna’s face that wasn’t already ruined—her eye socket.
On the snowy field at the forest’s edge, the girl’s sobbing pleas echoed without end.