The Slime Doesn't Die from Mana Transfer-Chapter 49 : D-rank Adventurer

Thud—
Rozelite fell onto her back, gasping for air in ragged breaths.
Tired. So tired. Exhausted and aching all over.
She had never even imagined undergoing training of this intensity, let alone actually experiencing it.
But even though she couldn’t even stand back up, she still felt satisfied.
“You really do have talent in swordsmanship.”
Winnie stood over her, looking down from above.
“In just two days, you’ve already managed to grasp a bit of the essence of the Godspeed Sword. Barely an initiation, but it’s worth some praise.”
In truth, Russell could already see it himself.
Rozelite’s attribute panel had changed.
【Godspeed Sword lv1】
This skill, which hadn’t existed before, now stood proudly on her attribute panel.
And it wasn’t obtained through 【Insatiable】. It was a real, genuine skill, gained purely through Rozelite’s own training and learning.
Besides Godspeed Sword, there was another new skill—【Quick Movement】.
Also at lv1.
Both were barely entry-level.
“Congratulations.”
If Winnie weren’t standing right there, Russell might’ve clapped for her.
Rozelite grinned, and the smile was pure joy.
“Well, it’s still just the bare minimum.”
Winnie crossed her arms.
“The essence of the Godspeed Sword really is that simple. Compared to other sword schools with their complexity and variety, the Godspeed Sword is almost crude. But precisely because of that, merely reaching the entry level is far from mastering it. What comes next is endless repetition, day after day.”
“Tomorrow, we’ll do it again. Some of your movements still have flaws in the details… Once that’s done, our agreement will be considered complete.”
“Mhm!”
Rozelite nodded with a smile, still sprawled on the ground.
“…”
Winnie hesitated.
She didn’t know whether to tell Rozelite or not.
Someone was investigating her. And the other side had noticed something unusual from very early on. This time, they clearly intended to dig all the way to the bottom.
Winnie knew Clayman was serious.
As a direct heir of the Alexander family, being sent to the frontier wasn’t exile for him. It was polishing his credentials.
And if it was to polish, then no blemishes could be allowed to stain the gold.
Yet just as the words reached her lips, Winnie stopped herself.
This had nothing to do with her. Saying it aloud would bring her no benefit.
She had left the Charlotte family to wander the world as an adventurer. Was it to one day get dragged back into the nobles’ power struggles? And as for Rozelite… they were nothing more than chance acquaintances.
“Don’t flatter yourself, idiot.”
Rozelite trembled as she pushed herself up from the ground. That sheer willpower moved Winnie. Honestly, she had thought Rozelite wouldn’t even show up today. Yesterday, she’d trained her with the intention of leaving her unable to get out of bed.
But Rozelite had come anyway. More than that, she had recovered surprisingly well.
…Could that count as a kind of talent?
Of course it did.
“Thank you very much, Miss Winnie.”
Supporting herself against the wall, Rozelite managed a somewhat awkward bow.
“I’ll come again tomorrow.”
“…”
In the end, Winnie said nothing. She only watched as Rozelite left.
Back at the inn, Rozelite resisted the urge to collapse straight into bed. She properly changed her clothes first, then immediately slipped into the hot water Russell had prepared, waiting to enjoy another massage.
After experiencing Russell’s massage once, Rozelite had already grown a little addicted.
That was also the main reason she’d had the strength to push herself through today.
“Please begin, Mr. Slime,” Rozelite murmured, leaning against the wooden tub.
Just like yesterday, the tentacles wrapped around her legs.
At the same time, another tentacle surfaced from beneath the water, its tip forming an eye.
“We may need to consider leaving soon,” Russell said.
Rozelite blinked.
“Soon… how soon?”
“Pack up tomorrow during the day. After your evening session with Winnie, we set out immediately. Travel overnight straight toward Flemont.”
During their stay in Ato City, Russell had made thorough preparations for the journey ahead.
He had studied the maps and confirmed their exact route.
Traveling from Ato City to the capital would take over two months by carriage, possibly even longer with a caravan. Not to mention the distance itself. Taking the shortest route meant passing through about two large towns and several smaller villages.
But even without finding a caravan…
Given Rozelite’s current state, just the two of them traveling together should still be enough to reach the capital.
The nearest large town on the route was Skopli—the Alexander family’s main territory. It was one of the most prosperous places in the entire north, filled with goods and information. Logically, the first stop on the road to the capital would be there.
But Russell didn’t intend to take the shortest route.
Instead, their first stop after leaving Ato would be Flemont, slightly off the direct path from Skopli.
The reason? Russell believed he might find something he needed there.
“I see… so we’re finally leaving…”
Rozelite felt a bit sentimental.
She had no objections to Russell’s arrangements. Even if stopping there cost them some time, as long as she was with Mr. Slime, it didn’t matter how long the journey took.
“But speaking of traveling… what do we need to bring?”
Rozelite asked.
“Hmm… Water shouldn’t be a concern. For food, dried goods with long shelf life. Also spare maps, a change of clothes, portable tools…”
And, of course, money.
But for now, that wasn’t a problem they could easily solve, so he left it at that.
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…
The next day.
Rozelite woke up early and spent a small fortune at the morning market.
Food, maps, a small knife, maintenance tools for weapons—all essential items for an adventurer. She lacked experience, but simply asking around was enough to get most of the right answers.
After her shopping spree, Rozelite looked at the pitiful amount of money she had left and nearly burst into tears.
All she had remaining was three silver coins and twelve coppers.
“They say the prices here are cheap, but somehow I already spent this much…”
Rozelite couldn’t help but complain.
“At this rate, I feel like I’ll be begging on the streets any day now, Mr. Slime.”
Life was hard—the girl sighed.
“Think positively. It’s only difficult at the start. Days like this won’t last,” Russell reassured her.
After finishing her shopping, Rozelite didn’t return directly to the inn. Instead, she made a detour to the Adventurer’s Guild.
After paying a five-copper processing fee, Rozelite accepted the adventurer’s card the clerk handed her with both hands. Her eyes sparkled as she stared at the updated tag: 【D-rank Adventurer】.
That’s right.
From today onward, she was officially a D-rank adventurer.
“Before we leave… should we take a commission? Just to experience what it’s like to be a D-rank adventurer, Mr. Slime?”
Rozelite asked.
Russell didn’t answer.
But Rozelite seemed to sense his thoughts. Her eyes turned toward the Adventurer’s Guild entrance.
There, flanked by several guards, Clayman pushed the door open.