Until submerged in the slime’s viscous fluids, Aelia remained slightly bewildered.

Rumly, the Super Invincible Slime King, was the most obedient “child” she’d meticulously raised over the past two days.

To stop Luke from reacting and instantly slaying it, Aelia thoughtfully granted it layered magic and physical immunities.

To humiliate Luke upon capture, she’d added clothing-dissolving secretion and a magic-disruption barrier.

To block rescuers, she’d also taught it mimicry forms and core-shifting tactics…

Truly, Aelia had pinned soaring hopes on Rumly.

So she never imagined this “child” would betray her immediately—using every trick she taught *against her*.

“Gurgle… gurgle…”

Aelia tried crying for help, but no sound escaped. Though the slime’s interior seemed all liquid, elastic mimicry strands coiled tightly around her limbs.

*(Isn’t this straight out of a hentai manga scene with magical girls tied up? When did I raise you to be such a naughty “child”?!)*

Her struggling only tightened the binds.

Worse, Rumly faithfully followed her own instructions: oxygen barely sufficient to avoid suffocation, plus a strange new secretion oozing close.

Sensing the shift, panic seized her.

*(N-no way… dissolving my clothes?! Nooo! Damn Hero, save me already!)*

The moment Aelia was captured, Luke sprang into action—but sword strikes and spells vanished into the slime without a ripple.

From afar, Elise and Charles sensed trouble and rushed over.

*(Don’t come closer!!!)*

Realizing she’d become a public spectacle of humiliation, Aelia screamed inwardly.

Futile. The two joined the fight at once.

“What’s happening? A monster of this tier here?!”

Elise loosed a full-powered arrow—it bounced off. Her eyes widened.

“Tch.”

Charles swung his greatsword relentlessly, betting on sheer grit.

“Likely physically and magically immune,” Luke declared calmly. “Cover me. I need a moment… I have a technique that bypasses physical immunity.”

Hope flared in the pair.

Magic here was wondrous: “unbreakable” immunities had counters like “Immunity Breaker”; even “Invincibility” or “Certain Death” states had “Penetration” replies.

Naturally, only elite Heroes and Saintesses mastered such secrets. Aelia’s famed “Resurrection,” for instance, revived anyone (except natural death) to full health within three days.

So Luke—a ranked Hero—having an immunity-piercing move? Unsurprising.

But for Luke? Merely one of seven trump cards. And the technique needed *zero* prep time—he was just savoring the troublemaker’s comeuppance.

Since Aelia skipped soundproofing Rumly (to maximize prey’s shame), she heard every outside word.

Hearing Luke’s plan, she panicked.

*(If this keeps up, it’ll be “Hero gallantly saves Saintess”! Unacceptable!)*

She scrambled to cast magic internally—Rumly instantly activated its barrier. Her inner self stomped in frustration.

*(I’m furious! Use my lessons on the *enemy*, not me!)*

The angrier she got, the tighter Rumly squeezed. Her face flushed; oxygen-starved thoughts blurred.

Life over pride—she chose survival.

Yet the Hero just kept striking dramatic poses.

*(Damn Hero… still not ready?!)*

Similarly, Elise frowned. “Sir Luke—hurry! Her Highness Aelia looks distressed!”

“Almost… Ready!”

Luke slashed. A blade of energy shot toward the Slime King—

—who dodged last second. Only a chunk severed.

They pressed on, but the slime remained immune, Aelia still trapped.

One relief: restraints loosened slightly. She gasped air.

“My fault—I slowed the strike to avoid hitting Her Highness. I can try again. Cover me!” Luke reset his stance.

“Sir Luke, aim for the core! Charles and I will pin it!” Elise stayed hopeful.

“On it,” Charles grunted.

*(Useless! Can’t even land a one-hit kill?!)*

The moment the thought flashed—restraints snapped tight again.

*(No way! Focus on *surviving*, you brat! Let me go!)*

Her silent pleas vanished. As darkness crept in—Luke struck again.

Rumly shifted its core, escaping like a lizard shedding its tail.

“Again!”

Luke charged. Rumly tightened its grip on Aelia…

After two more cycles, Aelia’s mind shattered into a furious scream:

*(What the hell?! Are you two in cahoots?!)**