"Hmm hmm hmm hm—" The Depraved Hero's mouth was stuffed with cake, protesting incoherently. The free hand still found time to squeeze and pat the Little Slime's head, yet didn't resist being led away.
The Old Dragon Emperor watched silently, with a slight smile on his face.
"A very understanding Familiar, is it nurtured by your Magic Power?"
Being called 'Mother' by a Slime should have been quite perplexing, but as the Emperor with a vast harem of three thousand, with many alien consorts, he was accustomed to such oddities.
The Hero chuckled, acknowledging it, and then picked up a piece of cake and put it in her mouth.
After nodding in satisfaction at the sweet taste melting on her tongue, she was the first to ask.
"After going back today, what plans does Your Majesty have?"
Although not stated outright, the Hero believed the other could discern the underlying meaning of her question.
