The Slime Doesn't Die from Mana Transfer

After pulling off several backflips in a row, “Rozelite” finally convinced the nun that her body was just fine. A mere mortal wound didn’t affect her daily life at all—she only needed to show up once a day for her medicine.

As for why this was the case…

The nun chose to doubt her own medical skill. Winnie chose to stop thinking altogether.

She didn’t want to consider Rozelite’s motives. It was no longer her business. As she had said before, her commission from the captain was simple: escort Rozelite safely to town and see her properly settled. That was it.

Once they left the church, Winnie told her:

“Alright. The job’s done. From here on, we’ve got nothing to do with each other. Whatever you plan to do, just don’t drag us into it, OK?”

“Um, Big Sister, actually… there’s one more thing I’d like to ask you for.”

Rozelite pursed her lips, embarrassed.

“C-Could you… lend me some money?”

“…”

A very simple, easy-to-understand request.

It made sense. She didn’t seem to have any money on her. And as the Seventh Princess, how could anyone expect her to fend for herself after being dumped alone in such a place?

Winnie couldn’t help but laugh. A high-and-mighty noble, reduced to borrowing money like a pitiful beggar.

Still, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a gleaming golden coin.

Stamped on the coin’s surface was the stern, sharp-featured profile of a man.

“This should be enough for you.”

Rozelite blinked and accepted the coin blankly.

Seeing that reaction, Winnie sighed.

“You probably don’t understand northern border prices. A single gold coin here is enough to keep someone fed and clothed for a whole year. It’s quite a lot.”

“Oh, I see.”

Rozelite really didn’t understand.

She had never needed to. Even when she went to town for fun, her attendants handled the money. She was the very definition of “I’ve never touched money. I don’t care about money.”

She wouldn’t even have thought of borrowing money—if Russell hadn’t reminded her.

That thought made Russell crack up inside.

“I’m the one from another world, but why do I feel more down-to-earth than the actual local?”

“Well then, that’s it. Farewell.”

Winnie waved her hand and turned to leave.

“Um…”

Rozelite clutched the coin, her little face deadly serious.

“Thank you so much for helping me. I’ll definitely repay this kindness someday!”

“…Do you not understand words, or what? There’s nothing between us anymore. That coin means nothing to me, and you don’t need to pay me back.”

Winnie snapped.

“Yes, I understand. I won’t trouble you again. But if one day you need help, and I’m able to help… then please, come find me.”

Ignoring her rejection, Rozelite earnestly made her vow, her seriousness unmistakable.

Winnie’s step faltered for a moment, as if shaken. But in the end, she said nothing more, simply waved again, and left without looking back.

After she was gone, the street was empty save for Rozelite.

Russell finally slipped out from her mouth, free to stop hiding. He took a good look around at this so-called “starter town.”

Five years after transmigrating—his first time entering one.

Hmm… This world seemed more complicated than he’d thought.

Still, at least they were settled now.

“So what do we do next, Mister Slime?”

Rozelite asked.

Russell thought for a moment.

“The person with the highest authority in a town should be the lord. Would a lord be trustworthy? As a princess, could you issue direct orders to him?”

“…I don’t think so.”

Rozelite shook her head.

“Town lords aren’t appointed by the king, but by the rulers of each territory. Technically, the three great dukes are under the king’s rule, but their lords answer only to them. And anyway, even the king doesn’t have absolute freedom. The Noble Council greatly limits his power. That balance of power is what keeps the kingdom running—”

…What the hell is this kid rambling about?

Russell was tempted to “skip cutscene.”

In games, he’d always hated lore dumps hidden in cutscenes.

After all, who plays for the cutscenes? I don’t know who I am, or where this is, but I know I’m about to go on a killing spree!

Unfortunately, this wasn’t a game. He couldn’t just grind monsters forever. He had been human once. He longed for humanity again. Someday, he would become human.

To do that, he had to integrate into this world.

That said… all the knowledge Rozelite offered was useless—politics, noble councils, checks and balances… none of that mattered when the real problem was “where they were sleeping tonight.”

Rozelite was exhausted.

First, they needed a place to rest. An inn… there should be inns in this world.

Winnie had said prices were low. One gold coin should last them a long while.

And her injuries—she’d need at least two weeks to recover.

Speaking of which… Russell had been bothered by something for a while.

“Even the church didn’t have anyone who could use healing magic? Don’t tell me healing magic is that high-level in this world?”

“Healing… magic?”

Rozelite tilted her head.

“Mister Slime, what’s healing magic?”

Russell froze.

“Healing magic is… wait. You seriously don’t know? It’s magic that heals wounds and restores health!”

“There’s such a thing?”

Rozelite looked genuinely confused.

She wasn’t joking. She really didn’t know what healing magic was.

But how could that be possible?

In any RPG, healing was a staple skill! In any balanced adventurer party, a healer was absolutely essential—

…Wait. Hold on.

Russell suddenly remembered.

The Blue Falcon squad… none of them had healing skills either.

At first, he’d just assumed it was an incomplete party build. But no. They were S-rank adventurers—the top of the entire profession.

There was no way their party could have a low-level flaw like that.

This wasn’t scientific!