I took the artwork off the wall. I mean, whoever painted this had beautified me so much that it hardly even resembled me any longer. To be frank, it looked way more like Shizu than me. That beauty, that fleeting feeling… An excellent representation of her. “I was so excited about hanging this here, too…” Soei patted the wailing Mjöllmile on the shoulder. “Heh… Give it up. Have this instead.” “Huh?” “Is—is that…?” The moment the surprised Mjöllmile and I saw the artwork in Soei’s hand, we both raised an eyebrow in confusion. It depicted a slime. “Hmm…” “Well, isn’t that nice, Mollie? Hopefully this’ll be enough inspiration for you.” “No, no, I’m not sure this works, you could say…” I’m sure it doesn’t. I don’t think seeing a picture of a slime would make for a very motivational poster. “But why do you have something like that, Soei?” “These were pieces we seized in the midst of our investigations. A few other examples have appeared in the market as well, and we’ve retrieved all of them.” “All just of me as a slime?” “……Yes.” What was that pause for? “…Well…one of them was taken from me by Diablo…”

— That Time I Got Reincarnated As a Slime, Vol. 18 (light Novel) by Fuse, Mitz Vah (52%)