That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime

Named Monster

I woke up in the morning with a new spirit!

Though I said woke up, it just I switch back the command of my body from Raphael. That's how my current sleep is. By giving the command to Raphael, I can have some kind of rest and do other things. Mostly is reading Raphael report about her research and stuff.

That's how my sleep is.

Talking about woke up in the morning, today plan is to give name to the Goblins and Direwolves.

I've been talking about this to Raphael, she is excited too about this. Though I'm pretty sure the excitement is in different area, yep, just let's her deny her existence as sentient being for now. Let her grow up in term of emotion and ego first, after that... let's think about that when the time comes.

Jumping down from the place that provided for me by the Goblin Tribe then moved slowly. I'm heading to the field where the goblins and direwolves gathered.

They seem very enthusiast about this, the same here. I also very enthusiast about this because I want to know what going to happened once, I named them. Because to be honest their current selves isn't suitable for what I'm trying to achieve. Mainly the goblins, they are too fragile.

...

I had spent the previous night thinking, mostly. The conclusion I came up with: Let the goblins take care of the direwolves! Perfect!

We had a total of seventy-two goblins left in fighting shape. No casualties from yesterday. At most, a few scratches. Meanwhile, we had eighty-one surviving direwolves parked outside the town fence— some wounded, but none so badly that a little recovery potion didn't prop them right back up. They could've recovered themselves, I reckoned, with their intrinsic healing skills.

The morning began with me lining up the goblins who were awake.

The children and elderly watched from the side. They couldn't help but stick out, given the lack of any homes to hang out in.

Next to me was the village elder. He wanted to help me out somehow, I guess, but there wasn't much an old goblin geezer could do for me. My personal aesthetic tastes remained unchanged from my human years.

That would never change, even though I was transmogrified into a slime. There would be no charming village princess I could ride off into the sunset with. I'd probably have to wait a while for that.

In front of this line of goblins, I summoned the direwolves. "Um, okay," I began, "from now on, I'm gonna have you all form pairs and live with each other, all right?"

Then I gauged the response. I didn't get much of one. They were waiting for me to continue, I guessed, not making a single sound as they stared at me. Nobody seemed to openly grimace at the idea of pairing up, at least, so I assumed I was on decent enough ground.

"Uh, do you understand what I mean? Like, groups of two, okay? Get to it!"

The moment I finished speaking, the goblins and the direwolves began exchanging glances with whoever was in front of them. Slowly and meekly, they followed my order. Yesterday's enemy is today's friend, and all that. They had to learn that the hard way, but at least everyone was on board.

Then I noticed something. Hang on, do any of these guys have names at all? How are they supposed to call for each other and stuff?

What a pain in the ass.

"Elder," I said as I watched the pairing process unfold to my side, "it's too inconvenient for me to refer to you and your people. I'd like to give names to you all. Would that be all right?"