The entire classroom fell into an instant of dead silence.
Everyone’s eyes widened as they watched that lump of blue slime nonchalantly “digest” the fireball, even swaying its body in satisfaction.
The confident smile froze on the red-haired girl’s face. She shouted out in disbelief.
“Blood Wolf! Use Fire Claw again!”
The Fire Wolf cub lunged forward once more, its flaming claws slashing fiercely toward Rimuru. However, the moment Fire Claw touched Rimuru’s body, ripples like water spread across its surface. The flames were swiftly extinguished, and the claws seemed to sink into a mass of incredibly tenacious, sticky jelly.
【…Tickles…】
That was the thought Rimuru conveyed, even taking the initiative to wrap around the Fire Wolf’s claws, trapping it in a dilemma.
“H-How is this possible?!”
The red-haired girl was completely flustered. Her Fire Wolf couldn’t do anything against the lowest-ranked slime?
Even Camilla was dumbfounded.
Wait, does a Sapphire Slime have this function? Aren’t they supposed to shatter with a single hit in the game? Could it be because… my spiritual power is too strong?
She could feel her spiritual power continuously pouring into Rimuru’s body. Relying on the “bond” with her summoned beast, Rimuru erupted with power beyond imagination.
“Pugi!”
Rimuru opened its “huge bloody mouth” and swallowed the Fire Wolf in one gulp. The latter howled and struggled, its hind legs flailing helplessly.
“Oh no! My little Blood Wolf!”
The red-haired girl anxiously lunged forward, trying to rescue her partner, but no matter how hard she tried, Rimuru had no intention of letting go.
In its mind, whatever was in its mouth was food. No one could take away its food…
“Rimuru, let go.”
“Pugi~”
Obeying its master’s order, Rimuru released its grip. The red-haired girl fell to the floor, her Fire Wolf in her arms, its eyes swirling like mosquito coils—clearly having lost the ability to fight.
The outcome was decided.
The classroom was utterly silent. Everyone stared at Camilla with eyes as if she were a monster… and at the blue slime at her feet, still lazily swaying.
No way, that thing actually won?
They felt a mild shock as summoners. In their eyes, slimes were the weakest summoned beasts. With Camilla’s resonance boosting it, just how strong was she herself?
Ms. Victoria’s gaze, sharp as a blade behind her glasses, fixed intently on Rimuru, as if reassessing something.
“Interesting.”
She muttered softly, then looked toward Camilla.
“It seems I underestimated your summoned beast, and underestimated you as well. You, child, have truly made me pleased.”
Ms. Victoria began to applaud, a rare gesture from someone known for her strictness.
The red-haired girl, hugging her now-flagging Fire Wolf, walked over to Camilla. Gone was her earlier disdain; in its place was a complex expression, a mix of defeat and determination.
“Camilla Virlet, I’ll remember you! I lost this time, but next time, Blood Wolf and I will definitely defeat you and Rimuru!”
She clenched her fist tightly, her eyes burning with fighting spirit.
“Remember my name. I’m Shana. From now on, I will surpass you!”
Camilla looked at this girl, suddenly filled with fighting spirit. Her own heart was unmoved, even a little tearful inside. Please, just forget about me. I just want to be invisible!
Finally enduring until class was over, Camilla all but fled the classroom. Rimuru in her satchel seemed a bit tired from all the “activity” and quietly napped.
In the academy’s spacious and elegant cafeteria, she quickly spotted that golden-haired figure who shone like a beacon wherever she went—her elder sister, Ophelia.
“Sis!”
Camilla carried her tray over and sat across from Ophelia. Her sister’s plate was well-balanced, with plenty of food—a clear sign that high-intensity training required lots of energy.
“How were your classes?”
Ophelia fed Camilla as she asked, while Rimuru took the opportunity to sneak some of Camilla’s portion.
“They were alright…”
Camilla brushed the topic aside vaguely, smacking Rimuru lightly to keep it from overdoing it. She leaned in closer, lowering her voice, a gossipy smile on her face.
“Enough about me. What about you, sis? Did you meet anyone… special in the academy?”
“Someone special?”
Ophelia looked puzzled, a hint of confusion in her ice-blue eyes.
In the original game, players could choose to join different vocational departments. Each department had its own designated “heroine”—for example, Mage Department had Emma, Warlock Department had Elena, Summoner Department had Shana…
It didn’t stop you from clearing every route, but you’d get more events and could build more favorability with the “heroine” of your own department. As long as you didn’t deliberately mess up, you could almost always win over the heroine of your chosen department before graduation.
Camilla remembered her sister had chosen to become a magic swordsman, so the “heroine” should be some tragic yet strong little girl.
“Oh, yes, there was. Before class, three people said they wanted revenge or something. But I didn’t even know them. They yelled, ‘Pay the price!’ and attacked me, so I made them all kneel.”
“……”
“Special, right?”
“Haha, yes, very special indeed…”
As expected of the Bartons, the family famous for being the cannon-fodder villains who send the main characters experience. They really were professional.
“Anything else?”
“Hmm… During class, I met a guy with a stone face. He’s a classmate. Surprisingly strong.”
“And then? What happened between you two?”
Camilla leaned in, excitement all over her face. Just from Ophelia’s description, she knew exactly who she was talking about. Rimuru, sensing her master’s eagerness, came over to listen too.
“I made her cry.”
“Huh?”
What was she talking about?
Camilla was stunned by Ophelia’s words. In the original plot, if the player managed to defeat a certain tragic beauty, that person would regard the player as a rival, repeatedly challenging the protagonist, and their relationship would gradually deepen through battles…
What did she mean, “made her cry”? My sister, what on earth did you do!
Don’t even mention romance progression—this route hadn’t even started! My Overpowered Sister, is your harem radar broken? Or are you planning on staying single?
As Camilla brooded over the possibility that she might never see a “brother-in-law,” gnawing on the roast meat on her plate, she caught a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye.
At the cafeteria entrance, that commoner girl with long flaxen hair—Emma—was holding a simple meal, timidly searching for an empty seat.
When she spotted Camilla, her eyes clearly lit up, but she seemed hesitant, not daring to approach.
Camilla looked at her cautious appearance, then glanced at her still-busy-eating sister, sighing helplessly.
Forget it, her sister’s love life was a long-term project. Better to handle what’s in front of her.
She gave Emma a friendly smile and waved her over.