He let out a sigh. A long, long sigh. "[sarcastic]Even as a slime, and I'm still drowning in paperwork……" He wasn't talking to anyone. Just thinking out loud. But he couldn't help saying it. The third floor of Veldanava Castle. Rimuru's office. Morning light streamed through the narrow windows, casting sharp shadows across the mountain of documents piled on his desk. At a glance, there had to be over a hundred sheets. Rimuru picked up his feather pen again. To look at, he was just an ordinary twenty-year-old man. Short black hair, deep brown eyes. White shirt, black slacks—something vaguely office-worker about the whole getup. Slender build, with a soft, rounded quality to his features. But his true form was a slime. A translucent sky-blue body. He was wearing a human shape now, but normally he was just a gelatinous sphere. In his old world, he'd never imagined mornings like this. Rimuru glanced out the window. Stone-paved streets stretched along the flow of the Amurda River.