Accepting a Disciple

Logan woke up the next morning back in the mansion. Though he and Silvia had enjoyed their night out, even setting a tent to keep enjoying the night, they had returned sometime after midnight.

Silvia, still basking in the warmth of their time together, chose not to sleep alone and remained with Logan. Of course, they couldn't continue with Kryst in the room. The slime had settled into her round form, snoring softly in a small bed crafted just for her. Made from water-resistant animal hide, the bed ensured Kryst could enjoy a cozy and comfortable rest without absorbing moisture.

Logan glanced over and saw Kryst still in the same spot, undisturbed. Beside him, Silvia lay curled up, her face nestled against his chest. He chuckled softly at the sight of her. Her petite frame was the only thing that hinted at her actual age—while asleep, she looked much younger.