(Shh... I'll tell you a secret, but you can't tell anyone~ Back then, I took the goblins' place, became the tentacles the witchy big sis craved, dissolved the female knight's armor, and taught the princess... [One million words omitted])
He is the weakest slime.
She is the weakest forest elf.
Her people despise her for her pale green hair, seeing it as an ill omen and filth, and slandering her as a goblin's bastard. Her only loving mother has disappeared, and her useless clan-chief father considers her a disgrace.
On a dark and stormy night, an assassin silently drew near, until it appeared... She held out her hand to me...
We left the Great Tree Forest...
We encountered lecherous goblins...
We were captured by a witchy big sis...
We caught the eye of a young holy knight...
We were latched onto by a princess who had fled her wedding...
After going through eighty-one girls...
I fulfilled all their fantasies!
But the pure-hearted elf girl who had been with me all along, why is she getting stranger and stranger?
