The port closest to the island.
Three Cardinal Bishops stood respectfully to the side. At the very front was a prominent figure dressed in red robes. Although the robes were all red, his had a unique pattern on the back. There were also special stigmata on his wrists. Those marks signified that he had made sacrifices for the "Lord."
Because of this, he had become one of the most promising candidates for the papacy.
"I believe I said, signal immediately upon finding Melina and her daughter."
"Did you see the signal?"
"..."
Several Cardinal Bishops shook their heads.
"My Lord, although he set off a week early, perhaps he has only just landed on the island. It's normal to be slower due to wind and waves on the way."
"..."
The Cardinal in Red remained silent, gazing at the cloud-covered coastline. The island was not visible from here.
"I have lost my patience. You all go too."
"The slime is indeed important, but to me, the most important thing is... that it does not fall into the hands of heretics."
Logically speaking, having reached such a status, he should be focused on networking and gaining the support of influential figures.
But only upon reaching this status did he realize that for those higher up, be it Emperor or Pope, they were all puppets, replaceable at any moment if they didn't perform well.
There could be no mistakes in the tasks required by those people.
"Take the Knights Templar with you when you go. Leave no one alive. Even if the slime is uncontrolled, the same applies."
"Yes!"
The several Cardinal Bishops dared not say more.
After all, they were personally promoted and blessed by the man before them to reach their current status. So upon receiving the order, they each dropped what they were doing and came immediately.
They harbored no perfunctory attitude, personally selected well-equipped knights, made thorough preparations, and boarded ships equipped with cannons.
On the other side.
After Silas woke up, he had already started the Regular Simulation.
[Morning, you woke up.]
[Madam Melina showed her face during breakfast as usual, but now you have largely lost your reverence for her. You can casually touch her buttocks when others aren't looking.]
[Obviously, aside from whispering to you not to go too far, she had nothing else to say when you responded that this was also one of the obligations of providing semen.]
[You went to the basement. You discovered that it was just mixing your semen with Miss Slime's slime and transferring it into the skeleton's body. You didn't understand the principle of the so-called treatment; even when you asked Madam Melina, you couldn't understand her few sentences of explanation.]
[You only roughly understood that she is creating a new, healthy, normal body for her daughter to use.]
Looking at it this way, she isn't really a bad person?
After all.
She was initially considered a villain because she pulled a gun at the drop of a hat and told her daughter to kill him with slime.
[Noon.]
[Now, you can enter and leave Miss Slime's room at will. You thought of what Madam Melina said about the Church people eyeing the island from outside.]
[You decided to casually hand over your work to other maids. You took the disguised Miss Slime out instead.]
[Initially, she felt that going out with you would get her scolded by the Madam. But she couldn't resist that you are now a friend personally certified by her mother. Under your repeated persuasion, Miss Slime listened to you and went out with you.]
[She had almost never gone out during the day.]
[She found everything novel. While patiently explaining things to her, you observed if any Church people were following.]
[You indeed found some unfamiliar faces near the monastery. Those people seemed to be remnants brought by the Bishop you killed. They didn't know the Bishop was already dead.]
[You easily coordinated with Miss Slime to silently eliminate them. And learned from them that there were indeed more Church people waiting for their news outside the island. Landing on the island would take at least a week; perhaps, you don't need to do much within a week.]
[You found that Miss Slime likes books very much. You swiped quite a few strange ones for her.]
[Returning to the mansion. Madam Melina was furious that you took her daughter out. She planned to lock Miss Slime in the basement ice cellar for three days.]
[Of course, you couldn't sit by and watch. You pulled Madam Melina aside and told her it was you who bewitched Miss Slime to go out. If she punished Miss Slime, then you would punish her.]
[She responded coldly that she could do without the semen.]
[You then said even more calmly that you learned from the Church remnants that others might come in a week. Obviously, Madam Melina couldn't change locations. Nor could she delay the progress any longer. She stopped speaking and didn't punish Miss Slime.]
[Evening. Madam Melina lacked your stuff, and progress was delayed. And you still chose to be deliberately long-lasting.]
[Finally, she lowered her head and blew you again. You could see that occasionally her thighs clearly reacted because of you. You didn't expose it.]
[Day 2.]
[You continued to go your own way, taking Miss Slime out. You started asking about her father.]
Ah.
Finally getting to know the background of this mother and daughter.
[Miss Slime combined the knowledge you taught her these past few days. She solemnly told you information she thought was very important.]
[Her father was a man.]
[Her father wouldn't restrict her from eating mice.]
[Her father had many books, but she didn't know a single word back then and couldn't understand.]
[...]
Silas's mouth twitched.
Too important.
[Through your patient guidance. Finally obtained a piece of information that looked somewhat useful.]
[You think Madam Melina might have been married in name to the priest you know. But when you asked if the Madam did what you do with the Madam, Miss Slime shook her head. She indicated she had never seen her father and mother stand together. It was after her father said there was no time left and disappeared for a while that Madam Melina came to this small island.]
Then Miss Slime really should have been created by the dead priest, right? An old father who killed himself knowing his days were numbered, and a mother who painstakingly raised her slime daughter and tried to cure her.
Too great.
[Day 3.]
[Madam Melina's red lips were indeed skilled, but her papaya breasts were equally so. Under your deliberate restraint, she got a sore mouth without getting what she wanted. You ruthlessly drove Madam Melina's papaya breasts.]
[After the humiliation, she silently collected what she needed and quickly took Miss Slime to the basement together. It seems she made some progress.]
[You went to the basement too.]
[You saw Madam Melina demanding her daughter secrete a large amount of slime to mix with your stuff. Obviously, Miss Slime felt very painful voluntarily giving up a part of her body. Her face was twisted.]
[You are a bit suspicious. Is this really the process of curing her daughter?]
[Madam Melina didn't say much about your arrival, continuing the action in her hands. It seemed she wanted to fill the skeleton with slime.]
[You asked. Madam Melina told you it didn't need to be this rushed originally. But since the Church people had already discovered them, she didn't have much time. That was why she temporarily endured the humiliation to satisfy your desires. Her daughter's pain was temporary.]
[She hoped you wouldn't meddle. Told you there was no need to provide semen anymore.]
[You asked back, do you get kicked away when not needed?]
[You gripped her papaya breasts; obviously, her body became stiff. She still felt extremely uncomfortable. She answered you that after curing her daughter, she didn't care how you humiliated her in service. She just begged you not to interfere with her.]
[Day 4.]
[When you woke up, you found Miss Slime was still in the basement. Her body began to show slight ceramic-like cracks; it wasn't just facial distortion anymore. She started begging Madam Melina.]
[...]
[Evening, Miss Slime got a moment of respite. She immediately ran to find you.]
[She said Mama became very scary. She was in pain. Her stomach was also very hungry. But Mama wouldn't talk to her at all, only wanting her to go again later. She wanted to know if there was any way to not be in so much pain while still helping Mama.]
[You decided to...]
[Important Choice Triggered]
[Option 1: Tell her there is no way.]
[Option 2: Tell her that as long as she refuses, it won't hurt.]
[Engaging Free Simulation.]
Silas really felt something was wrong.
He had accepted the mother-daughter relationship between Madam Melina and Miss Slime before. But Miss Slime's originally smooth body was starting to crack. Could this still be called normal? Was Melina really okay?
[You chose Option 2.]
What was Miss Slime like in front of him now?
Maybe it was the characteristic of her body. After the internal slime was drained mostly, the skin was like clay... showing cracks. Those small papaya breasts were the same. Occasionally, hard chunks would fall off. Using X-Ray vision, the inside was almost empty.
Silas didn't know what that skeleton would become after being cured, but if this continued, Miss Slime would definitely turn into a pile of fragments.
"As long as you don't go, it won't hurt."
Silas seriously grabbed her slender shoulders. "As for your mother, I'll go talk to her. Miss Slime, just eat your fill and sleep in my room."
"Mama, will scold me."
Miss Slime answered timidly.
"I promise she won't."
"..."
She seemed to think seriously for a moment, but still shook her head.
"Mama is doing this to cure me. She said it will be done tonight. Tomorrow, she'll take me to play in a place with lots of little mice."
"..."
Silas moved his hand from her shoulder and easily found that his palm was stained with some fragments.
Miss Slime had gone back to the basement.
Silas didn't hesitate and followed. The target he wanted to help was Miss Slime, not that skeleton or Melina. If Miss Slime was gone, his mission would be gone too.