The banks of the Amerda River were warm and pleasant in the afternoon sun. The blue water surface sparkled and glimmered. Grass along the riverbank swayed in the gentle breeze, and water birds called out in the distance. Peaceful. It was an incredibly peaceful place. Rimuru Tempest lay on that grass in a completely flattened state. Not in human form. In his true slime shape—a semi-transparent sky-blue mass stretched thin to its limit, plastered against the ground. Like a rice cracker. "[sarcastic]……Is this really what you'd call an experiment?" "[excited]Yes, that's the 22nd pancake transformation! The distribution of magical essence is more uniform than last time!" Momiji sat on a stone by the riverbank, a large notebook spread open before her. Her deep crimson long hair swayed softly. Her violet star-shaped eyes were fixed on the notebook, and her feather pen moved smoothly across the page. She looked genuinely serious. This morning, she'd come to Rimuru's room and said it.