Fischl X Slime - Race To The Finish -vicineko- -

Fischl stared. Then, with the gravitas of a queen accepting a crown, she took it. "You fight with honor, creature. I shall call you… Sir Bounceton."

Oz, perched on the cart's canopy, sighed. "Mein Fräulein, it’s a slime. It doesn’t have a constitution. Also, the race has started." Fischl x Slime - Race to the Finish -ViciNeko-

As Fischl’s cart caught fire (again), the slime shot past the finish line—not with a bang, but with a soft, triumphant bloop . It jiggled smugly on a pedestal, wearing a tiny winner's laurel that had somehow materialized. Fischl stared