[TTIGRAAS]Adventures of Cortana as a slime in the magical world of Tensura

Blacksmiths & the King of Dwargon

Rimuru's Perspective:

The journey to the Dwargon Nation was filled with excitement and anticipation. The sun rose steadily, casting a warm glow over the forest as we made our way through the lush greenery. Riding on Ranga's back, I could feel the energy of my comrades buzzing around me. As we departed, the ogre chief's cute little daughter and many of the ogres came to bid us farewell. Their politeness and warmth touched my heart. Despite being an artificial life form in my previous life, I now felt fully alive, with a soul and a sense of belonging. The recent events had filled me with curiosity and excitement.

Before leaving, I left some magi-nanites in the form of a direction slate with the ogres. If anything goes wrong, the magi-nanites will disperse and assist them. I programmed them this way as a precaution, knowing that life is filled with uncertainties.

"Hey, Gobta, try to keep up!" I called back, laughing as he struggled to keep pace.

"Rimuru-sama, this is too fast!" Gobta panted. "My wolf isn't as fast as yours!"

"Don't worry, Gobta, you'll get there," I said encouragingly. "Besides, it's good training."

Gobemon and Rigur were ahead, their faces set with determination. The journey was long, but the excitement of reaching Dwargon kept our spirits high.

I couldn't help but tease Gobta a bit. "Hey, Gobta, did you watch my fight with the grand master swordsman?"

"No, I was sleeping. Did I miss something important?" Gobta asked, scratching his head.

Both Gobemon and Rigur burst into laughter. "You missed the best fight, you lazy idiot!" Gobemon said.

"Rimuru-sama totally defeated the dignified sword elder," Rigur added, grinning.

Gobta's eyes widened. "Really? Wow, I really missed out!"

The journey continued with laughter and joy, our camaraderie growing stronger with each passing mile.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, we decided to set up camp for the night. The forest around us grew quieter as the daytime creatures settled down and the nocturnal ones began to stir. The soft glow of the fire illuminated our camp, casting flickering shadows on the trees.

I noticed my companions looked tired from the long day of traveling. While I didn't feel fatigue as a slime, I understood that they needed rest.

"Hey, Ranga, can you find a good spot for us to camp?" I asked.

"Of course, Rimuru-sama. There's a river about six kilometers west. We should camp there," Ranga replied.

"Nice! We can catch some fish to fill our tummies," I said. "Alright, everyone, let's make camp for the night!"

We reached the river and set up our tents. The sound of the flowing water was soothing, and the air was fresh and cool. Ranga and the other wolves went off to catch fish, while the rest of us gathered wood for the fire and set up our tents.

Gobta, still feeling a bit guilty for missing my fight, worked extra hard to set up the camp. "I'll make up for it, Rimuru-sama!" he said, his small hands working diligently.

"Hey, don't be so serious, Gobta-kun," I said, smiling. "I'll help you set up camp."

Using my sticky steel threads, I made some hanging swings for night rest for my goblin comrades. My sleeping spot would be Ranga's soft fur, which was always comforting.

Gobta widened his eyes and asked, "Rimuru-sama, what is this?"

"This is for all of you to rest," I explained. "Or maybe I should say sleep. They're really comfy to relax in."