Even though Count Ludendion gave his permission, the slime couldn’t go outside right away.
Permission was granted, but there were still tasks to be done today, so the inspection was scheduled for tomorrow.
Thinking that she could finally go outside together with the slime, Jessie smiled brightly and struck up a conversation.
They could go out together tomorrow.
She was really looking forward to it.
There were so many things in the territory, she was sure the slime would love it too, and so on.
The slime, fully understanding Jessie’s words, also brimmed with anticipation.
At the same time, viewers watching the uninterrupted stream also felt a quiet thrill of excitement.
It was essentially a new stream touring a human village, following the elf village episode!
And not just any random countryside village—it was a huge one.
They were about to enter what could only be described as a city.
▶ When do we see the human village? When do we see the human village? Human village when?
▶ Ah, spammers again.
▶ This stream’s gotten pretty big now.
▶ LOL how can you hold back from mukbang of human food and fake drama stories?
▶ More trolls incoming?
▶ Shouldn’t we pick a moderator by now?
▶ Problem is, Squishy doesn’t know anything about that.
▶ Fact is, this room’s gonna get bloated.
▶If it’s bloated, isn’t that a sign of growth?
As expectations grew, so did the rumors about the slime’s channel, and many more viewers started joining.
The issue was, among them were those who found pleasure in provoking others and manipulating emotions.
So far, it had been harmless trolling.
But if those kinds of trolls started showing up in earnest, the chat could be flooded with malicious comments unpleasant to even look at.
Spammers who flood the chat with nonsense.
Trolls who pick fights and curse indiscriminately.
Delusional types who suddenly spout bizarre conspiracy theories no one asked for.
There were so many types of trolls that yelling something like "Ah! Xs!" randomly was seen as just cute mischief in comparison—even among intelligent monsters.
Naturally, even the viewers who had been watching from the beginning started worrying about whether some kind of countermeasure was needed.
While pondering over how to protect this wholesome, healing, and quietly entertaining stream—
▶ [Noblesse Fire has donated 10 coins.]
[Message: Squishy! Pick a moderator already!]
Noblesse Fire, the first viewer to ever watch the slime’s stream.
The fire dragon didn’t hesitate and immediately sent the donation message.
The message reached the slime directly—who had been too busy eating cake in Jessie’s room to even glance at the chat.
‘Moderator?’
Tilting its body, the slime tried to recall the knowledge it had absorbed.
After about 10 seconds of thought, the slime finally recalled the concept of a moderator.
Simply put, someone who manages the chat in place of the streaming monster.
After remembering what a moderator was, the slime asked the chat.
▷ Should I pick a moderator?
Probably a good idea to choose one.
[Noblesse Fire] ▶ You think I told you to pick one for fun? Pick one already! Things get annoying when randoms show up.
▶ If a mod gets picked, isn’t that old fart the first to get banned?
▶ LOL they only act like a know-it-all in rage streams—cut the old dragon some slack haha
[Noblesse Fire] ▶ Who’re you calling old dragon!!!
▶ Anyway, we really do need a mod.
After reading the chat, the slime posed an obvious question.
▷ Who should be the moderator?
Choosing a mod was fine.
But then—who would be chosen?
In response to the slime’s question, a few anonymous viewers volunteered themselves as candidates.
▶Nanananana! I’ll do it! I can handle it well!
▶ That guy’s a spammer.
▶ I’ve got tons of mod experience. You won’t regret picking me.
▶That guy bans anyone he slightly doesn’t like. Total jerk.
▶ Do you even know who I am! Huh? Do you?!
▶ Ah~ I remember! You were the mod in that molting cam stream.
▶WTF how’d you find out?
▶If you pick me, I’ll do my best to keep the chat clean!
▶That guy bans literally everyone. Straight-up monster.
▶ Tch... they found me out.
Several anonymous viewers stepped forward, but their true identities were quickly revealed.
Some long-time viewers who had dealt with them before recognized them instantly.
Just as the slime was reading through the chat and trying to decide who to pick—
[Free Spirit has donated 5 coins.]
▶ [Message: Squishy! Pick me please.]
[Noblesse Fire] What? That Troll wants to be mod?
▶Never seen him mod anything before.
[Free Spirit] ▶ This would be my first time lol. But I’ve been keeping logs of trolls from all sorts of streams, so don’t worry.
▶ You actually kept logs?
▶ Bro seriously has nothing better to do.
‘That guy?’
The guy had always given the slime advice, but never tried to stir up trouble.
That kind of behavior had built up enough trust that, subconsciously, the slime thought it might be okay to let him be mod.
At that moment, the system detected the slime’s thoughts and responded.
[Would you like to grant moderator privileges to Free Spirit?]
‘Yes!’
The slime made its decision quickly.
[Announcement: Squishy has appointed Free Spirit as a moderator.]
[Free Spirit] ▶ Thanks for trusting me, Squishy. I’ll kick out any trolls immediately!
▶Why not me! Why not me! Why not me!
▶ [Anonymous5889 has been kicked.]
▶ Whoa, that’s effective lololol
▶First time I’ve seen a kick notice in this chat lol
▶ Ah! Ban Xs!
▶Why haven’t they kicked that mating-parrot guy?
[Free Spirit] ▶ Honestly, that guy’s pretty tame, so I let it slide lol.
‘moderator! I chose one!’
The slime felt a small joy from having done something new.
“Alexandros II? What’s wrong?”
Noticing the slime sitting blankly and not eating cake while picking a moderator, Jessie asked.
“Don’t you like the cake? Are you sick of it?”
Jessie guessed that maybe the slime had gotten tired of the cake since it suddenly stopped eating.
‘Not tired! It’s delicious!’
The slime had learned a few gestures to communicate by observing Jessie while staying at the mansion.
And this gesture right now was one of the newly learned ways to express its feelings.
Shake shake!
Using the technique it learned when tilting its body, the slime fixed its lower half and twisted its upper body side to side.
It was reminiscent of a person shaking their head.
After shaking, the slime immediately absorbed the cake.
“Hehe, you’re eating so well. You must’ve been daydreaming!”
Jessie could relate, having been scolded by Nina before for zoning out while thinking about a book during a meal.
***
The next day.
With Nina’s help, Jessie wore her dress and hummed with joy.
“Hmmm-hmm-hmm~.”
“You seem really excited, my lady?”
“Yep! I can show Alexandros II how amazing our territory is!”
“Our land is wonderful, that’s true. But... are you really going like that?”
“Yup! This way, people will think Alexandros II is safe.”
Nina’s eyes drifted upward to Jessie’s head.
And there, sitting atop her head, was the slime.
“The Count won’t look too kindly on this.”
“I already showed Dad once! He said I was super cute!”
“Aah, the Count...”
Nina slapped her forehead, frustrated by the Count’s doting behavior.
And a bit later—
Having finished getting ready, Jessie headed toward the office where Count Ludendion was.
“Father! I’m all ready!”
“Oh, Jessie, you look beautiful as always. My angel. But why is that slime...”
“This is Alexandros II, Father!”
“You’re putting Alexandros II on your head?”
“This way, everyone will think he’s safe! A monster even safe to put on your head!”
“Well, you’ve thought it through. As expected of my daughter.”
A monster not carried in one’s arms, but placed on one’s head.
It was certainly strange, but didn’t seem dangerous.
And if anyone tried to attack the slime sitting on Jessie’s head—regardless of it being a monster—
‘Such a person shouldn’t exist in this world.’
They would never escape Count Ludendion’s wrath.
He took Nina, Finn, and three elite knights from his order to accompany Jessie under the pretense of an inspection.
And naturally, their outing drew attention.
No one could ignore the appearance of the ruling Count’s household.
Above all—
‘A slime?’
‘That’s a slime, right?’
‘There’s a slime on her head?’
‘What is that? Is it real? Or... a hat?’
The slime atop Jessie’s head drew stares wherever she went.
The citizens were puzzled, curious, or imagined alternative explanations.
But if they kept watching, they would realize—
It really was a living slime.
‘Woooow! Woooooooow!’
Shiver shiver shiver!
The slime trembled with excitement, moved by the sight of the outside world!
“Jessie, the sl—cough, Alexandros II is trembling.”
“Hehe, he must be really happy to be outside! Alexandros II shakes or jumps around when he’s excited!”
“Is he heavy at all?”
“Not at all! When he shakes, it actually feels nice!”
Jessie had wanted to go out with the slime, but it was still an official inspection.
Count Ludendion moved through the land as usual, observing the lives of his citizens.
Jessie didn’t feel bored.
Since they walked through various places during inspections, there was always something to see.
Besides, seeing the slime shivering with joy made her glad she brought him along.
“Thank you as always, my lord!”
“My lord! Do you need some fresh fruits today?”
“Lady Jessie! This is freshly baked bread! Would you like one?”
As the Count and Jessie passed by, street vendors greeted them with warm smiles.
It was the result of Count Ludendion’s personality, fame, and benevolence.
He imposed low taxes, and when they needed to be raised, he made public announcements—and likewise, announced it clearly when they were lowered again.
To the citizens, Count Ludendion was truly an ideal ruler.
And they already knew—
That he was a complete doting father.
So even though there was a slime on Jessie’s head, they found it curious but didn’t question it.
If it were dangerous, the Count would never have allowed it on her head!
The fact that he did meant it was absolutely safe.
Boing!
The slime made a tiny bounce on Jessie’s head.
“Hmm? What’s wrong, Alexandros II?”
‘Alexandros II?’
‘That slime’s name is Alexandros II?’
‘That’s a fancy name for a slime.’
‘Why II?’
Jessie spread out her hands in response to the slime’s reaction.
The slime jumped off Jessie’s head and landed on her hands, then stretched out and pointed at a bread stall.
“Do you want bread?”
Boing!
“Hehe, got it! Father! Alexandros II says he wants to eat bread!”
“Alright. Then let’s get some.”
“Yes!”
The Count smiled brightly, watching Jessie approach the bread stall with the slime in hand.
‘That really is no ordinary slime. Should I allow Jessie to keep it by her side...?’