Blue Soul

I

"Why are there so many slimes on a castle?" I just had to ask as I slash a slime while another one appears out of nowhere.

"Maybe they are short on people? And yeah, I think, just as like you Dark Elves, these Demons are quite extinct ever since the peace treaty of 89'." The Half-Dwarf-Half-High-Elf named Gretzel said as she hides behind me and my great sword as she has become lazy over the decades. I guess it's kinda my fault for her growing up that way. Well, technically, she didn't grow up. She's still 4'2.

"Somewhat I feel like you're saying something bad about me even though you're not saying anything." The little blonde bitch-witch added.

Then an arrow flew past her hat, its eyes closed as it almost hit itself.

"FUCK OFF, HUMAN!! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS FUCKING HAT COST!?!?!" The not-so-high-elf said. "AND STOP THE HEIGHT JOKES YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TYPING ABOUT ME! DON'T MAKE ME BREAK THE FOURTH WALL YOU FUCKING CUNT!!"

"Heyy, don't pick on the writer. He is just writing how he imagined how you would be." Xinthia the human said with her lovely voice. Her long hair fluttered in the air as she calmly and elegantly stretches her bow. "Arrow Creation."

"WHY THE FUCK IS HE WRITING GOOD THINGS ABOUT YOU!! AND HE'S MAKING YOU LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL!! DAMN I'M OUTTA HERE!!" Said Gretzel. As she was walking towards the exit of the room, she bumped into a giant pink slime. "Oh dragons." She exclaimed.

The former Long Eared Assassin of The Dark Elven Village ran towards me. "ELAIZAAAAAA HELP MWEEEEEHHHHH!!!!" Tears in her eyes were dropping non-stop. I told her so many times that she should learn no cast spells.

I ran towards her, sword in hand. But before I even get to her, I was too late as she got gulped by the Slime Boss.

I opened a portal to my basement where I place all of my swords and placed back my Elder Great Sword and took the Katana Of Lighting which I bought like.... a century ago from my great-great-great-great great grandson Elshore for a very cheap price. Or was it my great-great-great-great grandson Illuminous? I forgot already. Being old sure is tough.

"Lightning Strike!" I shouted as I slashed the slime with lightning. It's kind of a high end spell that this sword provides but it consumes too much mana. But the damage is what really counts.

The Slime Boss died receiving the spell.

"Gretzel? Are you okay?" I approached the monster's dead body and slashed it gently, opening it's stomach.

The bitch-witch appeared. "If you think that being covered in slime is 'okay' then I guess I am."

I opened a portal to her room. "Change your clothes and maybe take a bath."

"Sure sure. Just leave the portal open."

"I will need some mana replenishing cake okay. I think I still have two of those on the fridge."

"Make that one." The one-eyed ranger said as she smiled awkwardly.

"Okay, what the fuck."

"Make that zero, kekeke." Gretzel smirked.

"B-But... I have my name written on the label...."

"And it also said 'Do not touch'." Xinthia said as she rubbed salt on my worm-like skin.

"Jeez. As if opening a portal is an easy task. You need tons of mana for that."

"But don't Dark Elves have tons of mana." Xinthia the human said.

"Exactly." I said as I took the mana potion that I placed on my skirt pocket.

Xinthia then took what she can from the bodies of the slime's that can be sold and placed it on our stash basement that I opened through my portal. And not so long after that, Gretzel came back to join us. A slice of cake placed on a small plate in-hand.