The Elf Maiden shook her head.

"Lureya is actually older than most people here! She just looks very youthful."

Elze bluntly revealed the truth.

"Youthful, youthful? Not youthful at all!"

The Elf Maiden glanced nervously at her own chest and retorted stiffly, facing the grand comparison with Elze.

"Doesn't the Elf Race have that Spirit Contract thing? I'm a dragon too, how about Lureya signing with me!"

Elze held the Elf Maiden's little hands earnestly.

"Do you think it's just a random signature?"

Despite the words, the Elf Maiden was tempted.

Signing a contract with the Dragon Race is quite a rewarding thing, and over the years, only a few great elves from the Elf Race have signed contracts with dragons.

But the Spirit Contract has already been given to the Demon King.

The Elf Maiden could only politely decline the Dragon Race Maiden, reversing the hold on Elze's small hands, a sentimental expression on her face, tears at the corner of her eyes.

"Elze, but I'm already someone else's shape. Maybe in the next life..."

A melodrama was being played out in the back row of the classroom.

Shami, on the podium, held back the urge to throw chalk at the back row.

These two, they've completely detached from the class!

——

After the Wisdom Academy class was over, the Elf Maiden immediately sought out Shami.

"Shami, the class was really good."

"Lureya, what was the main topic of the teacher's lecture today?"

"..."

The Elf Maiden blinked her eyes.

"Is Shami coming to Gringoldo next to give a lecture?"

"No. My schedule doesn't have any plans for Gringoldo, and that's basically the so-called Elf Exchange Student Academy; there's basically no need to go there."

"Oh~ Then I won't be able to see Shami at school?"

The Elf Maiden walked beside Shami, hands resting behind her head, with a face of regret.

"If you feel bored, find something else to do, Lureya. There are tons of interesting things waiting for you to discover in the school."

"How about we go for a walk?"

"For example, there are so many books in the library; find a way to help me steal some out."

"Just the two of us. The gym equipment room. Or your office. Or even the locked rooftop."

"Or observe who has the most potential here, mark them for me, so I can target them later."

"Anyway, it's better to choose a confined space."

The two spoke their words, each adamant on their own.

The students from the Assassin Academy, who had been tracking the Elf Maiden from behind, were utterly confused.

Although they could see the Elf Maiden walking with the black-haired boy, they couldn't hear their conversation at all.

"Okay okay, if we walk any further, the guys from the Assassin Academy will start suspecting you, I'm going to deactivate the Spirit Protection Array and head back to the academy."

Although Shami hadn't promised anything, the Elf Maiden felt internally comfortable and relaxed after walking together for a while and stretched.

"No wonder I always felt like someone was behind me, turns out there really was someone stalking!"

"Humph, because I'm quite in demand."

The two said their farewells.

The Elf Maiden began to leisurely stroll down the school path, pondering over the "meaningful things" that Shami mentioned.

Soon, the bulletin board beside the school path caught the maiden's attention.

——

The voting for specialty teachers' lectures ended quickly, with Shami gaining support from 67% of the Swordsman Academy freshmen, allowing him to continue lecturing there in the upcoming new semester.

For the second time, teaching at the Swordsman Academy.

As usual, Shami carried his pet box inside.

Just as the first time, the white-haired girl sat in the front row, with two empty rows behind her, and then the freshmen.

Among the freshmen, the white-haired girl maintained a strong sense of mystery.

However, upon knowing that the white-haired wasn't being isolated, Shami didn't intervene much.

But, unexpectedly, this class's front row had someone extra—a fair-skinned clown, Morris, who had provoked him in the last class.

To Shami's surprise, Morris sat in the front row, at the seat furthest from the white-haired, and stared fixedly at him.

Shami couldn't understand what Morris intended to do.

Turns out, for a teacher, seeing a student who usually sits in the back suddenly sitting in the front feels like this.

Why does this guy look like he's hurt?

Ignoring Morris, Shami brought out the Slime Jelly and a whole bunch of fabricated herdsmen stories he'd prepared.

"Thank you everyone for your support for the course; let's start the class."

In the seat, Morris stared gloomily at the Slime Jelly, who sat idly on the podium with no reaction, letting Shami poke around.

Something's not right, completely not right.

Everyone's fooled by the false surface of this slime! This slime isn't ordinary at all!

That herdsman seems completely unaware of the truth; he too is deceived by this slime, thinking he's nurturing a normal slime, but it's actually a terrifyingly strong slime.

No, not strong, compared to strong-man looks, it's more confusing to use such techniques.

This blue mass of slime-like creature before him, is it a ninja slime, or a ninja transformed into slime?

Recalling the scene of being defeated by the slime, Morris couldn't settle down throughout the entire class, intent on discerning the true form of this slime.

But throughout the class, the slime remained carefree, almost like a cat basking in the sun.

To probe the truth, it could only be done during post-class time.

After class.

Shami placed the pet box under the podium and went for a quick trip to the restroom.

Seizing the opportunity, Morris once again picked up the pet box and ran to the place of defeat.

Behind the teaching building.

The place where he was defeated.

Morris opened the pet box, removed his uniform, revealing a finely adorned armor, wielding a long sword, looking seriously at the pet box.

Morris came prepared.

"Come out, what exactly are you? Ninja? Slime? Slime Ninja? Ninja Slime?"

The jelly jumped out of the box, glanced at Morris, and without a word transformed.

The 48-pack abs strong-man slime made a reappearance.

"Clearly having the ability to transform, why let a herdsman touch you all over during class? You obviously have strong abilities, even defeating me after a fierce battle, with such strength, why submit to a herdsman?"

Morris questioned.

The slime said nothing and launched an attack.

[The fight wasn't exciting, almost a one-sided battle]

Morris, clad in armor, was knocked to the ground, his silver armor stained with yellow dirt.

In front, the transformed jelly stretched comfortably.

Morris's body was sore everywhere, muscles twitching uncontrollably where the slime had struck, as he struggled on the ground to lift his head and look up.

So strong, completely unmatched...

The day was especially sunny, the slime's body was bathed in sunlight, a halo around it like a majestic disk, leaving Morris in a daze momentarily.

"With such strong abilities, why does the slime submit so meekly to a powerless herdsman?"

Morris opened his mouth with difficulty to ask again.

The slime silently glanced at Morris.

Ah, still alive, almost caused trouble for Um.

In that single glance, accompanied by the dazzling sunlight, Morris seemed to understand the slime's eyes through his own experiences.

The truth flew into Morris's brain.

Morris slowly widened his eyes.

"Is it like this? Living under the human herdsman to quietly train and grow stronger, only to one day have enough strength to resurrect the Slime Kingdom?!"

Morris suddenly recalled his own position in the kingdom, his eyes turning red.

Though born into Wus Kingdom's royal family, he wasn't a candidate to inherit; in front of him were several brothers of Wus Royal blood contending for the throne.

And he was just an insignificant, peripheral existence.

Seeing the haloed slime, Morris understood.

To gain what one desires, even under another's subjugation, enduring humiliation is necessary.

Putting up with indignity and secret endurance was the way to seize the kingdom from his brothers!

One slime wanting to resurrect the Slime Kingdom and one prince aiming for the throne.

The desire for their own kingdoms transcended the racial divide at that moment.

Morris, fighting the pain in his body, rolled up from the ground and bowed deeply to the jelly.

"Slime Boss, please let me be your follower!"

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