Slime Prince :: Part 4 [Finale]“You can’t just leave him like that. -- I can and I will. -- Okay, sure, he’ll just be a big, fat Prince for the rest of his life. -- So? -- So what about when is father comes home? You do know we’re not immortal? If you die we just become another slime. Smart, sure. But unorganised. It’s you who has the brain power. Without you we couldn’t even have this conversation.”
Jineor said in the Grand Throne of the palace, having the guards under his control by the will of simple magic- aided by his own mind tricks - he was quite safe. Safe to eat, grow, and be merry. Looking at his stomach, rolling out in front of him. He hadn’t been in his human form for at least a day now. It felt so good to be free of such paranoia.
However he wasn’t free of himself. His conscious and his subconscious were developing conflicting opinions, and that’s never been a good thing for anyone.
“Okay, okay. So what? We brainwash