Standing ever so lonely on the platforms of a broken stone, a small body of slime slowly leapt his way through the stone-paved grounds and soon stopped at his footsteps.
"...Lier," the slime uttered out as he began to scrutinize the giant statue in front of him. "Why did you had to leave us?"
With her sword held up high into the air bringing about an aura of majesty, it was clear that she was a person of high honour. Although she wore a hood that covered her beautiful face, the symbolic being in front of the small slime showed that she was a hero.
"..." The slime—Rustly, solemnly fixed his eyes on the majesty in front of him. Although one wouldn't understand his sentiments as much as his own person, he didn't care if anyone wouldn't understand him. "...if only that day didn't happen, we wouldn't have to suffer as much as now, huh? Maybe then... Sanke wouldn't have died trying to revive you..."