"Who are you?"
Shute's face was sweating coldly, and he gritted his teeth as he looked over.
The Magical Girl wasn't in the mood for small talk, her cold eyes fixed on the ones not yet fallen as she calmly assigned tasks.
"Poisonous Slimes, go spray venom on each of the mercenaries already on fire, the burn from the flames will help the venom penetrate more effectively. Frost Slime, one of you freeze those two trying to escape. Three of you deal with those who aren't on fire. One will stay by my side. If any chunks of ice accidentally put out the fire on someone, I'll make sure you get a good punishment when we return."
The Magical Girl glanced at the Slimes around her, each roughly one and a half meters tall, as they hurriedly divided the work and cooperated.
Shami propped his chin up.
"Completely has the makings of a Demon King, this Magical Girl."
