"You've noticed, huh? It's only fitting for a Slime... I once visited the South Continent, where I met a demi-human Slave trader named 'Colin,' who had a history with me, so naturally, I also heard of your name. Only later did I learn that Colin was your son and that he had stolen your circus. Interestingly, even after leaving you, the circus still bore the name Kexie Ning Circus, and the Boundary Flute continued to play your name."
"So it is, that little brat…"
Upon hearing Fisher's words, the green Slime in front of him opened his mouth slightly, and his third feeler drooped down, appearing somewhat listless, until Fisher began to touch the soft and warm gel-like substance of her tentacles. She then looked at the ceiling with a hint of irony and said,
