Chapter 70

<069. In the Name of... Love?>

It's surprisingly easy to make poison.

Except for a few magic slimes, the status ailment resistance of slimes seems to be really poor. It's about the same as Wolfram's health. They really are susceptible to status ailments.

To be precise, hmm. 'Slimes with special traits, except for magic slimes, all have clear weaknesses.' That's the concept.

To put it simply, fire slimes are weak to water, water slimes are weak to electricity... It's that kind of feeling. They're like common mobs A you see everywhere.

No matter which map or dungeon you go to, from the very entrance, they welcome you with the weakest, squishy blobs. That's what slimes are.

"I see. You mean each slime has a clear weakness."

"Yes."

The problem is that this knowledge isn't widely known in this world.

This is all because of the Loengrin Empire.

A party character once said something like that.

Hmm, it was a mage character who appeared in the mid-game. Who was it?

Anyway, that line left a deep impression on me.

Suppress the private armies, strengthen the imperial authority, control the nobles, and use even monsters as tools to strengthen the imperial authority. Overthrow this evil royal family and establish a righteous society!

I don't have such dangerous thoughts, but regardless, the current Loengrin Empire has an even higher imperial authority than this.

"Hmm. So, if I believe that they have such weaknesses, should I just sprinkle the poison?"

"No, it would be too difficult to spread it that way."

That's not a bad method, but we need to use other means as well.

"Oh, the problem is the lure."

"Yes."

Right. The problem is the slime lure. We need to come up with a way to attract them all at once and exterminate them.

But that's not difficult.

"The number of slimes in the entire mine. It could be in the hundreds of thousands if we're not careful."

"Sounds doable."

"Y-Yes?"

No, really.

It's worth a try, even without showing off.

"Rudica. It's time to work."

"Hmm. Rudica. Work!"

And I glanced at the wolf lying nearby, yawning lazily.

"Patrasche. It's time to work."

In response to my words, Patrasche raised his right paw and pointed at himself. It seems to mean, "Me? Really?"

Yes.

You.

You're the one, so hurry up and follow.

***

Slimes have the characteristics of 'recognizing kin' and 'nearby slimes also getting aggro when a kin is attacked.'

"It's a troublesome attack pattern."

"···Yes. That's why the workers can't enter the mine."

So, they come over to fight, saying, "Did you hit our kids?" From there, the ordeal begins.

As I said, slimes 'reproduce if their core isn't one-hit killed.' They fight for their kin.

So, when exploring a slime dungeon, the basic strategy is to form a party with critical hits or area-of-effect magic.

That's why I'm working with Rudica. Because of her will and talent, most of her attacks are critical hits. It's amazing, it's great.

"Rudica. Are you ready?"

"······"

However, I'm giving Rudica a different order now.

"Do not under any circumstances pierce the vital points."

"······"

In front of Rudica, a black slime is trembling.

It's one I secretly brought out from the mine without injuring it.

I instructed Rudica to mutilate this black slime without touching its core as much as possible.

Rudica started slicing the slime without a word.

Wow, look at her clean movements. She's cutting it up, leaving only the core.

I really shouldn't mess with her. Look at her butchering skills.

Eventually, the slime's body trembled, and I signaled to Patrasche.

"Alright. Patrasche. Start."

"···Grrr."

Patrasche immediately began to engrave something on the magic stone using telekinesis.

This is how it's made.

The lure.

The best lure.

***

Slimes emit a subtle wave as they reproduce.

This is the pattern to call their kin.

"Wow... That's impressive. How did you think of that?"

"It's not that impressive."

Patrasche, who can handle 'telekinesis,' engraves the slime's pattern on the magic stone.

Then, the slimes recognize this magic stone as an attacked kin.

"···Alright, Rudica. Feed this poison to that slime and finish it off."

"······"

Rudica nodded slightly with a blank expression.

Eventually, the mine slime died, trembling after eating the poison.

Even after mutilating its body and feeding it poison, Rudica's eyes remained crystal clear.

She really becomes incredibly cold when she gets to work.

"Alright, is the pit ready?"

"···Yes, yes. It's all ready."

Because the mine has stopped, I had the idle workers dig a pit and threw the poisoned and dead slime into it.

Alright, let's start.

"From now on, something disgusting will happen. Please bear with it even if it upsets you."

"O-Okay."

I nodded.

The method is simple.

Throw the poisoned and dead slime into the pit.

Then, place the 'magic stone that emits the magic pattern to call kin' engraved by Patrasche's telekinesis beyond the pit and amplify it.

Then, what happens is...

"Oh... Hot."

"Hmm. Ugh."

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