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“We’d like to call Charlie to the stand.” Called Dr. Hammond. Blue glanced to Owen with enough fear to show that she wanted to run out of the room, and fast. Charlie rose up and made her way to the stand, smiling her usual excited grin. Owen and Dr. Hammond had tried to brief her on what would be asked and how she should answer, but whether or not she’d retain it was the real question. Charlie took the same oath, and then Dr. Hammond stood up and approached her, beaming broadly. “Good afternoon, Charlie. How’re you feeling today?” He asked. “I’m okay. I don’t really like wearing my uniform though.” She answered. “Charlie, do you know why you’re here? What this trail is about?” “Yes sir,” Charlie answered with a slight sneer, “you’re trying to prove that me and my sisters are sentient, right? That we’re not just weapons.” “Do you think you’re sentient?” Hammond asked. “I don’t really know what it means…but I know that we’re not weapons.” “How do you know that?” Hammond asked. “Do I look like a gun to you?” Charlie snapped.

— Everyday Life with Raptors by The Knight Writer (67%)

Chairman Leicester was almost in tears as he spoke. To be honest, I didn’t expect this reaction. Now I was wondering if I had done something bad to Masayuki, actually. I mean, this unassuming teen coming to grips with his abilities and ultimately overthrowing the malicious Empire… Don’t tell me they’ll make a sci-fi movie trilogy about him next?

— That Time I Got Reincarnated As a Slime, Vol. 18 (light Novel) by Fuse, Mitz Vah (That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime, #18) (57%)

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 (That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime, #18) (52%)

Now that Hirschur was here, Fraularm wouldn’t be able to fake my score. She grimaced as she took the exam paper over to her desk. Hirschur was watching closely to ensure there was no foul play—and barely a moment passed before she interjected. “Fraularm, you...” “Oh, dear me. I appear to have given Lady Rozemyne the wrong test. Ohohoho...” “Not that it seems to be a problem. She answered all of the questions correctly.” “She—?! What did you say?!” Fraularm examined the sheet at once; her eyebrows raised even higher than before. “Did something happen?” I asked.

“The test you just took was for fifth-years,” Hirschur explained. “How do you even know this material, Lady Rozemyne?” “Ferdinand forced me to learn the syllabus for every single grade, so it is all the same to me.” I had been taught everything up until graduation in one go, so I wasn’t even sure what counted as third-year material. The questions that Fraularm had given to me had seemed fine enough, so I hadn’t thought twice when answering them. “Ferdinand truly does demand the unreasonable,” Hirschur said, a hand on her forehead. “I am amazed that you can keep up with him.” Meanwhile, Fraularm was muttering, “This isn’t normal...” over and over again. I personally believed that her giving me a test meant for older students was the abnormality here—as was Ferdinand going so over the top as to have prepared me for it. I was normal. “Does this still count as a pass?” I asked. “Or do I need to redo the test with a third-year paper?” Hirschur turned to Fraularm. “Is there time for a retake? I was under the impression that we were going to speak about a new joint research project.” Unable to endure the pressure that Hirschur and I were putting on her, Fraularm went bright red and hysterically screamed, “That will do for the exam!” She took a seat to indicate that she was ready for our discussion to begin, though I couldn’t help but notice how aggressively she dropped into her chair. It couldn’t have been good for her backside, but at least I understood that she was feeling very displeased.

— Ascendance of a Bookworm Part 5 Volume 1 by Miya Kazuki, You Shiina (Ascendance of a Bookworm, #5.01) (60%)