「Chief! We all worked together to defeat a Metal Slime!」

「What did you say?!」

And in the evenings, when the warriors returned from hunting, she would unconsciously stand up from her throne with her eyes sparkling.

And in front of her was the silvery mucus of a Metal Slime in a leather bag, as heavy as iron, and the Metal Slime’s silver-colored core.

The moment she saw these, Tarea’s cheeks turned red and her body swayed, as if she were a maiden reuniting with her lover after a long time apart.

「Oh my… The materials of a Metal Slime, which possess the properties of both a liquid and metal! What kind of weapon… no, armor? Ah, what should I do, I wonder what kind of lovely equipment I should make~♪」