“Haa…….”
Amelia sighed in her room.
Boing!
‘What should I name it?’
It had already been five days since Presia told her to try getting along with the slime.
She had also reported to High Priest David.
Of course, High Priest David got angry the moment he heard about the report and the treatment of the slime, asking what nonsense that was.
Fortunately, Saintess Presia personally guaranteed it and suggested they observe, so the matter was settled.
And Amelia tried to care for the slime, just as the respected Presia had advised.
However, when it came down to actually getting along, she had no idea what to do.
Well, it was a slime after all.
‘W-What do slimes eat? Can I give it human food?’
Starting from the basic worry about what to feed it, to whether she could take it around in public—
And even wondering how to treat a slime with some intelligence, and whether it might be full of dissatisfaction toward her.
Amelia’s worries were often resolved by the thoughtless yet intuitive approach of Paulen.
“Hahaha! I heard in slime-raising villages, they even use slimes for food waste disposal! Just feed it whatever!”
“Why bother worrying? If you just hang out with it naturally, people will get used to it!”
“As expected of Amelia! Your low self-esteem hasn’t changed! Just treat it like you made a new friend!”
Thanks to Paulen’s bold approach, most of her worries so far had been solved.
And this morning—
Amelia brought up a new question to Paulen.
“Paulen, now that I think about it, what should I name this little one?”
“Huh?”
“I realized we haven’t given it a name yet.”
“Oh…… huh? You’re right?”
Paulen blinked at Amelia’s question.
Since they had just been saying “let’s try this” or “try that” without using a name, they hadn’t felt the need.
But suddenly they realized the slime still didn’t have one.
“This is terrible! I can’t believe I forgot even to name it! I still lack muscle!”
“………Why are you bringing up muscles?”
“It’s because there isn’t enough blood flowing to my brain! To supply blood properly to the brain, muscles are important! Hrrrng!”
Paulen flexed his biceps and psyched himself up.
“I don’t think it’s good to associate everything with muscles.”
While Amelia stroked the slime, which had bounced onto her lap after jumping around on the floor, she began thinking about what name to give it.
But she really didn’t know what would be a good name.
‘Should I name it after a hero? No, wouldn’t that be too cool? Maybe a cute name? But would a monster like a cute name……?’
As Amelia was lost in thought, she asked the slime, “What kind of name do you like?”
‘Name?’
When suddenly asked about a name, the slime tilted its body sideways.
▶Now you're thinking about a name? lol
▶Humans, so slow lol
[Noblesse Fire] ▶ Now that I think of it, how many names does that squishy have now?
▶ Squishy, Alexandros II, Tongtong.
▶What’s with Alexandros II’s presence? lolol
▶Ack lol but still, it’s a cool name, let’s drink to it\~
As the viewers laughed, the slime, on the other hand, felt a small sense of anticipation.
‘A name!’
The slime also knew it had several names already.
But rather than finding that annoying, it actually looked forward to what the next name would be.
Brrrrrrrr!
Trembling with anticipation.
“…Sorry, you probably can’t answer that.”
“There’s no need to overthink it. Just give it a name you like, Saintess.”
Because they were inside the Great Church, and others might overhear, Paulen referred to Amelia as ‘Saintess.’
“Even if it’s one I like…”
Amelia drooped her shoulders in discouragement.
‘Amelia! Don’t lose heart!’
Boing!
Over the past five days, the slime had figured out that Amelia drooped her shoulders when she was feeling down.
And it also knew that giving massages during those times was helpful.
Brrrrrrr!
The slime climbed up onto Amelia’s shoulder and began to tremble.
“Ah, aaah, aaaah~.”
“This little one is really kind. It even gives you a massage when you’re feeling down.”
“T-t-t-thank you, I k-k-know that~.”
‘The only one who trembles just right for a massage is this slime…… trembling?’
After the massage ended, Amelia gently removed the slime and said, “Paulen, how about ‘Jiggly’?”
“Jiggly, you say?”
“Yes, because it Jiggles—Jiggle Jiggle is it too childish?”
Paulen smiled at her suggestion.
“Not at all. I think it suits perfectly. Let’s ask the slime. Do you like the name Jiggly?”
‘Jiggly!’
Delighted by the new name—
Brrrrrr!
The slime trembled to show its happiness.
“Hahaha! Seems like it likes it!”
“Then your name from now on is Jiggly. Nice to meet you, Jiggly.”
‘Yup!’
▷Jiggly! I got a name!
▶ Lol got a new name now.
▶ Jiggly lololol
▶ Humans really have a weird sense for naming.
The slime wanted to proudly show off its new name.
But the Slime Queen was displeased.
[Squishy Queen]▶ Haa, why give such a childish name to My kin!
▶????
▶Says the one who named herself Squishy Queen… is that a joke?
[Squishy Queen]▶What’s wrong with Squishy Queen! It’s an elegant, refined, and beautiful nickname!
▶ Wow.
▶That’s what we call… hypocrisy?
***
Even after starting to live with the slime, Amelia’s daily life hadn’t changed much.
Early morning.
Amelia stretched as she awoke from her tea nap.
“~”
After waking up, she would stroke the slime awake, get out of bed, and begin light stretching.
“One, two, three, four.”
Stretching that Paulen had insisted would be good to do in the mornings.
By the time she finished stretching, she would be fully awake.
Knock knock knock.
“Saintess, it’s time for your bath.”
When the time came, the devotee in charge of attending to Amelia’s bath knocked on her door.
“Yes. Let’s go, Jiggly.”
Boing!
With help from the devotees, Amelia headed to her private bath along with the slime.
The first time she bathed with the slime, the devotees were extremely surprised.
But now—
Swoooosh.
“Let’s wash up thoroughly again today, Jiggly.”
Brrrrrrr!
While attending to Amelia’s bath, the devotees also washed the slime with a smile.
This was because they realized the slime wasn’t dangerous at all—
“And after the bath, please do the usual thing.”
‘Okay!’
And also because, like Amelia and Paulen, they had come to enjoy the vibrating massages the slime gave.
Since they met every morning anyway, this was an idea Amelia had devised to help the devotees bond with the slime more quickly.
After the bath, Paulen, having finished his morning training, joined them for breakfast.
“A meal after exercise is the best! What do you say, Saintess? Why not—"
“I’m not doing it.”
As always, she rejected Paulen’s suggestion to go beyond stretching and do morning training.
“That’s a shame. Jiggly! You eat well too!”
Brrrrrrr!
The slime also ate the food that had been served to it.
The meals weren’t as luxurious as those back at Count Ludendion’s estate, but the ingredients were far more expensive than what it had while traveling with the Godrick party.
This was because the meals prioritized health over taste.
‘Delicious!’
Of course, to the slime, it was a tasty meal.
After finishing the meal, they moved to the prayer room and prayed together with the regular devotees and clerics.
Of course, the slime came along too.
“Let us give thanks today again to Lord Lutinus, the god of light, who protects our peaceful days.”
Prayer time was very quiet, and everyone offered a moment of silent gratitude to the god.
Although there was a bit of a stir when the slime first came, it was so quiet that people quickly got used to it.
In fact, it was so still that some devotees even tilted their heads, wondering if someone had just brought a model instead of a real slime.
After the morning prayer, most of Amelia’s time was free.
Sometimes, when a patient with injuries or curses requiring the holy power of the next saintess showed up, she would personally provide treatment, but outside of that, she could do as she pleased.
And Amelia spent most of this free time rereading the scriptures, praying, or focusing on sacred law training.
This wasn’t because the church pressured her to constantly show herself or train diligently as a saintess.
On the contrary, in this peaceful era, even more so than during times of disaster—
The church actually wanted Amelia to go out more and let the devotees see her face, making the saintess’s presence more firmly felt.
Right now, since Saintess Presia was still alive, they didn’t push the matter too much, but she was getting on in years.
Someday, Amelia would have to take over from Presia and become the emotional pillar of the believers.
However, Amelia had low self-esteem.
Even five years after being chosen as the next saintess, she still wondered if she truly deserved the title.
She worried that if she went outside, she might actually break the illusion of what a saintess should be in the minds of the people.
That the devotees might be disappointed in her.
She couldn’t help but have those doubts.
Because, to Amelia, the perfect saintess was none other than Presia.
Always kind, generous, and thinking of others—truly the saint among saints.
Because she respected and admired her so much, Amelia felt even more keenly how lacking she was by comparison.
She lacked confidence, wasn’t sure if she herself was truly kind, and even now wondered why she was chosen as a saintess.
So, at the very least, she decided to keep diligently training in sacred law.
She thought that if her skills in sacred law were solid, she could avoid shattering the devotees’ expectations too much.
With that in mind, Amelia continued to focus on gathering divine power and training in sacred law even today.
However, lately, she had found it hard to concentrate on her training.
‘Y-you want to go outside, don’t you?’
Since two days ago—
While Amelia was praying and training in her room—
The slime had climbed up to the window sill.
As if it were looking out at the world.
If it were just one day, she would have thought it simply felt like being there that day—but now it was the third day.
Even if it was a slime, she could guess what it was thinking.
“Amelia.”
And Paulen, who was always by Amelia’s side except when sleeping or bathing for guard duty, noticed too.
“I think Jiggly wants to go outside.”
“Ugh… But if I, such an unworthy saintess, were to go walking around town with Jiggly, wouldn’t that damage Saintess Presia’s or the church’s reputation?”
“Saintess Presia and the church’s reputation aren’t so fragile. In fact, if you take it outside, people might say you’re the saintess who even reformed a monster.”
“Well…”
Paulen judged that pushing any further would be useless for now.
“All right, then let’s do this. We won’t go to the town, but let’s at least step outside the room. Jiggly.”
‘Huh?’
Boing!
When it was called, the slime immediately jumped from the window sill onto the bed.
Facing the slime, Paulen gave a sly smile and said, “Let’s go get some exercise.”
‘Exercise?’
The slime tilted its body sideways.