"Speak, Demiurge."
"It’s a matter regarding the Dwarves that are inhabiting the Azellisia Mountains..."
Part 3
A long rectangular table of obsidian lustre was in the center of the guildhall, surrounded by 40 luxurious seats.
All but one of them was empty.
At the head of a table was a black slime that seemed to be bubbling constantly. The crown glowed with a black luster as it fiddle with a cube restlessly.
“Herohero sure is late… Everyone else is here already.”
“Don’t worry sis, he won’t miss this for the world.”
A creature with a bird face chirped in.
At this moment another slime appeared at the entrance out of thin air. It displayed emoticons to greet everyone, and they all greeted back.
“You are late, Herohero, where did you go?”
The slime waddled to the last empty seat and moved its body onto it. It wasn’t clear where it’s head or body was as it was just one giant lump of ooze.