Day Nineteen Since Reincarnating as Rimuru

“...”

Assigned by Morax to accompany a taciturn, burly companion, Rimuru felt like crying as he hurried along the way. Not a single word had been exchanged, and it was suffocating him!

Help! Why could this guy hold his tongue all this time? Doesn’t he feel uncomfortable?

Morax, you trickster—why did you send someone unfamiliar to find the lost cub with him?

It would have been better to send one of those three fluffy pursuers; at least then they could argue, and he wouldn’t be so frustrated and speechless!

Since setting out, Rimuru and Fusha hadn’t spoken a word. Not only were they busy pressing forward, but the imposing aura of a four-armed yaksha wearing a terrifying mask was so intimidating that even a slime lacked the courage to speak.

If Fusha weren’t a lightning-attribute yaksha, Rimuru might have almost believed that the stolen wind yaksha cub was his son.

“Sorry, have I made you uncomfortable?”

As they approached the border of the Silken Jade Valley, sensing Rimuru’s growing desperation, the lightning yaksha, crackling with purple electricity, gradually slowed down.

Startled, Rimuru’s black bat wings flapped anxiously, and he came to a sudden halt.

“Huh? Why say that all of a sudden?”

Fusha scratched his head awkwardly, the fierce mask seemingly revealing a hint of embarrassment. “Before departure, I heard from Master Liuyun Jiefeng that you seem to be a lively immortal, but you hardly spoke at all on this journey. It’s my fault for being too impatient.”

Rimuru was incredulous. “Really? That woman said that? I thought she’d call me a rude, reckless, detestable monster...”

How could she put it so gently?

The slime was puzzled.

Spot on.

Fusha stiffened, his voice wavering with guilt. “Ahaha... No, Master Liuyun Jiefeng is always kind. You must have misunderstood, Lord Rimuru.”

“Is that so? Then I guess I was being too narrow-minded.”

Rimuru didn’t dwell on it. Since Fusha had opened the conversation, he stopped holding back and naturally unleashed his chatter, starting to gossip.

“By the way, is the lost cub your kin? You seem so anxious; you must be worried about his safety.”

“Yes. Jinpeng grew up under the care of me and my siblings. He lost his parents when he was still an egg and is like a real younger brother to us.”

Rimuru’s words cast a shadow over Fusha, who looked deeply remorseful. “But Jinpeng has been missing for so long, and as his elder brother, I didn’t notice the danger. It’s utterly negligent of me!”

Jinpeng?

The golden-feathered great bird?

Woohoo! Rimuru’s eyes brightened—another fluffy creature! Indeed, choosing to ally with Morax was the wisest decision he’d made!

Hmph! Whoever kidnapped his fluffy friend, whether a dream demon or anything else, would be devoured whole and forced to reflect in his stomach!

His previous experience chasing Osiel gave Rimuru full confidence. With starry eyes, he declared boldly, “Don’t worry, Fusha. With me here, your brother will be safe! I guarantee to snatch him back intact from that demon!”

If not, the slime would personally teach her how to be a proper demon!

Fusha’s eyes twinkled. “Um... Master, didn’t Morax specifically advise us not to antagonize the Dream Demon before departure?”

So, maybe you’re a bit too excited?

You look like you’re about to give that Dream Demon a beating.

“Oh, that’s right...”

Rimuru instantly calmed down, then smirked. “Tch, Morax is just overly cautious. If you ask me, it’s better to take this chance to seize her territory! After all, she started it first~”

Feeling brilliant, Rimuru clasped his hands on his waist, tilted his head back, and laughed wickedly—a laugh that almost made Fusha lose control of his expression.

The four-armed yaksha flailed his limbs wildly, trying to prevent Rimuru’s reckless plan. “The Silken Jade Valley is home to three immortals good friends with Master Liuyun Jiefeng. Although that Dream Demon took our cub first, I think acting so aggressively is too extreme...”

Extreme is putting it lightly. Rimuru’s reckless idea was truly audacious.

The thought of potential war made Fusha break into a cold sweat.

“What??”

“That fierce blue bird actually has connections in Silken Jade Valley?”

Unaware his casual boast had nearly frightened the yaksha, Rimuru gave a puzzled look. “Then why don’t they ask the Dream Demon for the cub?”

Relieved Rimuru abandoned the dangerous idea, Fusha explained further, “Though those three immortals are friends with Master Liuyun Jiefeng, once it involves their affiliated demon gods, the outcome is unpredictable.”

Even the closest friendships can turn to enmity.

Morax probably knew this too, which is why Liuyun Jiefeng and other allies stayed clear, sending unrelated parties—Rimuru and Fusha—to negotiate.

Oh, got it. Morax just didn’t want the bird’s friends caught in the middle.

Rimuru nodded, stroking his chin.

Since that’s the case, they shouldn’t bring up those connections. To rescue the cub, he’d have to rely on his wit.

Looking down, the brown earth gradually gave way to lush greenery, signaling they had reached Silken Jade Valley. It was time to descend.

After all, flying recklessly over another’s land risked being shot down as an invader; hoping for peaceful talks was wishful thinking.

Rimuru and Fusha exchanged a glance and stopped their forward rush in unison.

No sooner had they landed than a majestic celestial beast, covered in water-blue fur and bearing a sturdy tail fin, blocked their path.

Elegant yet proud, the beast looked down on them. “Who goes there?”

“!!!”

“A huge fluffy creature!!!”

“Can I pet you?!”

While Fusha pondered how to reply, Rimuru charged forward with unrestrained enthusiasm, his blue hair shining as his eyes sparkled at the sight of the celestial beast. His pure excitement caught the beast, Lingyuan, completely off guard.

Lingyuan froze, forgetting her original purpose.

If not for the fierce aura emanating from Fusha, she might have agreed to Rimuru’s bold request.

Influenced by Fusha’s presence, Lingyuan quietly stepped back a few paces, crouching low and growling deeply at the pair.

“You are... enemies,” her demeanor shifted from kind to beastly ferocity.

Sensing the tension, Rimuru urgently shook his sleeve-clad arm at Fusha, whispering, “Calm down first. We can fight after we get answers.”

Fusha’s outburst lasted only a moment. Thinking of the Dream Demon in Silken Jade Valley, he quickly composed himself.

“Sorry, I lost control.”

The yaksha’s elemental energy swiftly subsided. Just as Rimuru tried to calm his friend, he had to turn quickly to soothe the snarling Lingyuan.

“Uh, my friend got a bit provoked just now. We don’t want to fight, I swear!”

“...So, you’ve come for that cub?” Lingyuan gradually relaxed under Rimuru’s gentle tone. Though straightforward, she was not foolish and soon grasped their intent.

Rimuru smiled warmly. “Exactly. That cub, taken by your friend’s master, does have family. See, this yaksha here is his elder brother.”

Fusha was momentarily stunned but quickly recovered.

“Jinpeng is my little brother. We’ve come to find him and ask to meet the Dream Demon,” Fusha said sincerely, abandoning his earlier hostility.

Family, little brother... Oh, so that cub isn’t wild after all?

Lingyuan suddenly understood. This was a parent seeking their lost child.

“I see. I understand.”

With grace, Lingyuan turned and uttered a mysterious chant, calling out. Soon, smaller blue-green big cats—the Xuanwen Beasts—sprang from the forest. They were Lingyuan’s familiars.

Fluffy, so many fluffy ones!!!

Heaven—Silken Jade Valley was truly paradise!

Gazing at the elegant big cats and the stunning Lingyuan, Rimuru couldn’t help but drool.

When would Morax conquer Silken Jade Valley? Or at least form an alliance? QAQ

He desperately wanted to raise big cats, a whole pride... Ah! Urgent, urgent—he was now the urgent king!

Suddenly feeling a chill, Lingyuan cautiously scanned the surroundings. Finding no threat, she instructed her familiars, “Watch them here. I’ll be right back.”

Watching Lingyuan’s retreating figure, Fusha admired Rimuru and cupped his hands. “Truly, a friend personally acknowledged by Lord Morax, Lord Rimuru is impressive.”

With just a few words, Rimuru had persuaded Lingyuan to seek out the Dream Demon. Fusha had expected a tough negotiation.

Rimuru withdrew his eyes glued to the Xuanwen Beasts and, realizing Fusha’s praise, proudly lifted his head.

The boy was about to be praised to the skies by Fusha. “Hmph, I told you—finding a cub is easy. With me, Rimuru, stepping in, it’s a breeze!”

No sooner had he spoken than a cold snort echoed nearby.

“Hmph, who dares spout nonsense here?”

While Rimuru was still boasting, the Dream Demon Somonas overheard Lingyuan’s report about the supposed yaksha cub’s kin coming to call. She immediately scorned the idea.

That frail yaksha had become her familiar by her grace as the Dream Demon.

Moreover, she had taken pity on the cub when it was ostracized by its kin and rescued it. Since the cub was rejected by its own tribe, it belonged to her now.

And now they dared come demanding the cub’s return?

Utterly delusional!