The tension was suffocating between Jack and Jeanne. They were walking down the main road, searching for carriages that provided ways for them to sneak into Cyros. Surprisingly Jeanne had agreed to follow him into Cyros. Well kind off.
"Are you really going to leave me if I'm not at the meeting spot."
"Yes, Jack."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Right," Jack said, not believing her for a second.
She paused and turned around to face her slime-husband.Her eyes were dead serious.
"I will talk to my merchant contact and then wait one day for you. One day. That's it. My path to redemption doesn't involve commiting more heretical acts."
She walked over to a small stream, cleaning the blood off her boots. So far they haven't found a single carriage on the road that stopped or headed into Cyros.
He watched as Jeanne used her remaining hand to splash some water on her face, the water dripping down her pale skin.
An intoxicating smell hit him.
It smelled like roses, like aphrodisiac. Her cleavage glistened with water droplets, her breasts rising with each breath. His slime core throbbed with a sudden, familiar ache of desire. It had been months.
"Why are you staring?"
Jeanne had caught him. She covered her chest with her hand.
Shaking his head, he cleared his metaphorical throat.
"Nothing."
It was a lie. And it tasted sour even inside him.
[Aphrodisiac effect is due to the recently plucked Kirly's Roses. Host is affected because of its small size.]
Jack nodded, and he tried to smell where it came from and saw a beautiful field of roses growing behind them in the middle of a clearing. They gave off a sweet perfume that was potent even from this distance.
A woman was sitting on her knees in a dress that cost more than all of Jack's lifesaving, which was zero because he was a slime. She was plucking roses. One by one, and she was happily smelling them.
A small carriage was on the road closest to the field of Kirlys with a butler standing with his hands clasped behind his back..
Mesmerized by her beauty, Jack hopped over to her, ignoring Jeanne's attempt to grab him and stop him from revealing himself.
He was standing next to the stranger's feet. Her high heels were bigger than him, a small little blue-grayish blob in a field of red and yellow Kirlys.
"Oh?" the lady noticed in a melodious, theatrical voice.
[Ella Elmsworth, Level 25 Noble]
Her level wasn't the only thing impressive about this noble. Her biggest asset was her chest, her milkers.
Ella plucked a rose and brought it to him.
"Are you interested in the roses too? The Kirly kind. The pollen has a unique effect, you know." she said with a smile that could charm a bear.
The slime shook his head. He kept staring at her cleavage, the two full peaks pressing against the fine fabric of her dress. She was no Jeanne, a woman forged in piety and pain; this was someone shaped by privilege and power, a softness that felt both alluring and dangerous.
"Oh what a peculiar creature you are."
She turned, her silk black gloves brushing against his slimy form.
"The little fellow is mesmerized."
A butler materialized at her side, as silent and discreet as a shadow. He moved to shoo Jack away.
"It's alright, Charles. It's just a slime."
She knelt, bringing her face to Jack's level.
Charles squinted his eyes.
[Charles ???, Level ???]
His level was unknown. Which either meant he was too high for Jack to comprehend. But Jack didn't even care about that.
Ella picked up Jack and held him in her palms like a gemstone.
"My husband keeps buying all kinds of exotic slaves yet he forbids me from even having a cat."
She whispered with a hint of longing, but her smile never left her face.
"That's not good husband material," Jack squeaked.
This was a mistake as Charles immediately aimed his palm at him. A black arrow formed.
"Miss Elmsworth, step back it's a demon."
Charle's intense pressure managed to remove all sense of lust in Jack as he felt the raw power of that magic. This wasn't the same as a paladins. The feeling he got was of shadow magic. Something that undoubtedly would kill him from the splash damage alone.
Jack raised his metaphorical hands.
"Umm no, not demon, just a talking slime."
"Charles, stop," Ella commanded and the butler dissipated the magical arrow. "If I was in danger my skill would have alerted me."
She didn't even look at Charles. Instead she was fixated on the slime.
"I want to keep it," she said in a matter-of-factly way that reminded him of Aria.
"Very well," Charles said, with a frown as he disappeared.
Jeanne finally revealed herself at the scene, even she didn't feel safe stepping out with that butler nearby. She looked like a peasant compared to the noble lady.
Ella glanced at her.
"Is this your friend?" she asked Jack.
Sensing the tension had dialed down, he decided to play cute to manipulate this woman into giving them a ride. He rubbed his head on her palm. As if he was an adorable blue-grayish cat
"Yes she is, we're kind of lost. We're trying to go to Cyros."
Jack gestured his head at the carriage.
Ella's smiled made his heart flutter.
"I'll give you a ride but you..." she pinched his cheek, "You, cutie will have to stay with me. Consider it my payment."
Jeanne stepped forward.
"Sorry, Miss...."
The priestess eyes bulged, she swear she saw Jack with an angelic halo on his head, saying he'll gladly sacrifice himself for his wife.
Ella raised a sculpted eyebrow.
"Of course I'll stay with you," Jack answered, his squeaky voice laced with a sweetness. "Jeanne is a very strict and very boring traveling companion."
A laugh escaped Ella.
"This is the first time I heard a monster call a priestess boring."
The duo stepped into her carriage and they made their way to Cyros. It was a 10 minute ride as the snow-horses were faster than regular horses.
Jeanne was sweating on her forehead, nervous. The paladins will definitely see her if she's sitting in a carriage with a noble, they'd stop her and see she's a wanted heretic.
But they didn't.
Instead they were let in without any trouble and stopped at magnificent mansion inside Cyros. Next to the carriage, on the dark blue granite steps, Jeanne was crouching down to talk to her husband, without being overhead.
"Are you sure about this?" Her lips were slightly trembling.
Jack glanced back at Ella. The milf was staring hungrily, a look of mischief and desire.
"Don't worry I'll save Aria and meet you tomorrow before sunset," Jack promised.