Infinite Adaptation: Starting As A Level 1 Slime-Chapter 31: Outside World

"Why do you hate humans so much?" Seria asked.

Roselle’s eyes narrowed.

"Don’t get the wrong idea," she said coldly. "Just because I was told not to kill you doesn’t make us friends. Know your place."

Seria wanted to speak up. She hesitated, noticing the murderous gaze she was receiving.

Then she sighed.

"Then can I at least use magic?" she asked. "I want to heal my friends."

Roselle remained silent.

"Your lord told you to watch over us until they wake up," Seria continued. "He wanted to speak with all of us. If you don’t allow me to heal my comrades, you’re actually inconveniencing your lord."

She met Roselle’s gaze steadily.

"Will you really not allow it?"

Roselle’s expression faltered.

Damn it. She got me.

She observed the saintess with hatred.

She had been waiting for this. Waiting for the saintess to try to use magic to heal her comrades - and the moment she did, Roselle would strike. She could kill them and blame it on being startled by the sudden magical energy.

But now...

What was she supposed to do? She didn’t want the Lord to interact with these people.

She had to...

"So, what’s it going to be?" Seria asked.

"Tch." Roselle clicked her tongue. "Fine. Suit yourself."

"Thank you."

Seria clasped her hands together.

Roselle watched closely, her body tensing.

"O light of the heavens, mend what has been broken. Restore what has been lost. Healing Grace."

A golden light emanated from Seria’s palms, washing over Yuna and Garen in gentle waves. The bruises on their skin faded. Their breathing steadied.

Slowly, their eyes fluttered open.

Drowsiness left them - and then shock took its place.

They stared forward at Roselle.

But they remained silent.

They didn’t move. Didn’t rage. Didn’t even twitch.

Roselle was surprised.

What is this?

She had expected them to instantly lash out after regaining consciousness. She could have used the chance to eliminate them while feigning self-defense.

Her expression grew uglier.

The saintess watched her nervously.

Don’t move, Seria’s voice echoed in her companions’ minds through telepathy magic. This girl is looking for any excuse to kill us. Stay calm.

Roselle’s killing intent continued to grow.

The pressure in the room thickened. The air itself seemed to grow heavier.

Seria and her comrades grew more and more nervous with each passing second.

Someone please save me from this torment, Yuna thought desperately.

Seria swallowed hard, then spoke up.

"I am the Saintess of the Holy Church," she said carefully. "And this person beside me - Yuna - is actually the daughter of the owner of the Velmont Trading Company."

Roselle’s eyes flickered with mild interest.

Seria continued, "Her mother is actually a high elf, as you can see from her ears. So what I’m trying to say is..."

"So what you’re saying is?" Roselle prompted.

Seria swallowed again.

"It’s just... it would be really bad for the Beast Forest if we died at your hands. The rabbit tribe doesn’t seem that large. They might not be able to handle the consequences if..."

"Are you threatening me?" Roselle asked.

The room went silent.

Then Roselle chuckled.

The sound sent chills down everyone’s spine.

Garen’s muscles tensed. He prepared to move...

Stay put! Seria’s telepathic voice screamed in his mind. Don’t move!

He froze.

Roselle’s chuckling subsided. She leaned forward, a twisted smile on her face.

"You’re mistaken," she said softly. "Unlike you humans who value your lives above all else, to us beastmen, life is just a material possession."

Her eyes began glowing. Shifting from pink to deep crimson.

"I don’t care if I live to see tomorrow. And neither do my tribesmen."

Her gaze locked onto the three of them.

"So what makes you think I’d be afraid of consequences?"

The killing intent in the room spiked violently.

"What’s the worst that could happen? I die?"

She rose from her seat.

"Then what?"

I’m tired of looking for an excuse, she thought. I can’t let this group live.

...

The door suddenly swung open.

Lunaris stood in the doorway, his gaze sweeping across the room.

The suffocating killing intent. Roselle on her feet, claws extended. The three humans frozen in their seats, faces pale with terror.

It’s just as I thought.

"What are you doing?" he asked calmly.

Roselle flinched. Her mouth opened, then closed. She struggled to find a response.

"I... that is..."

The others watched the exchange with desperate hope blooming in their chests.

We’re saved, Yuna thought, nearly collapsing with relief.

Lunaris sighed.

"Leave," he said. "I want to talk to these people."

Roselle’s expression tightened. "I’m afraid I can’t do that."

"And why is that?"

"These people are dangerous," she said firmly. "I cannot leave you alone with them. I am responsible for your safety."

"Does that take precedence over my orders?"

Roselle looked down at the floor.

"...Yes."

Lunaris stared at her.

She fidgeted nervously under his gaze, her tail curling around her leg.

This girl has a tendency to never listen to my orders.

Although she was very good at acting like she listened. The other beastmen didn’t seem to have this problem, and she wasn’t educating them to behave this way either.

So what exactly was her goal?

She had even lied to him earlier, saying she didn’t know much about humans. Yet there seemed to be such bad blood between them. Clearly, there was some history.

Well, I’ll talk to her about this matter later.

He walked forward and sat down beside Roselle. She remained standing, her crimson eyes still glaring at the people before her.

Lunaris smiled warmly at the group.

"Allow me to introduce myself properly," he said. "I am Lunaris. The lord of this territory. And you are?"

The group tensed at the sudden shift in treatment. But noticing Roselle’s murderous gaze still fixed on them, they quickly composed themselves.

"I am Seria," the saintess said. "Saintess of the Holy Church."

"Yuna," the red-haired mage added quietly. "Mage."

"Garen," the tank grunted. "Guardian."

Lunaris nodded.

"I apologize for my follower’s rudeness," he said. "She is simply overly concerned about the tribe’s safety."

She didn’t care if the tribe was destroyed a few seconds ago, the saintess thought.

But she didn’t dare speak it aloud. She maintained her pleasant smile.

"I actually wanted to talk to you about something," Lunaris continued. "You see, I’m quite curious about the outside world. I’ve been stuck in this place all my life."

He tilted his head slightly.

"Would it be possible for you to tell me about it?"