Chapter 215: Merry Times
“What does it do?” Grim asked the still shocked princess. He idly tugged at his green suit. It was a bit stuffy at times, but that might have been all the sponsor stickers he made and glued on. The actual sponsors would be so happy when they learned Grim took the initiative to set up all these healthy business relationships.
Serma looked down at her shield of web and wood, frowning as she was still struggling to get her mana to fill its shape, to make it real. Grim guessed someone, maybe a scary knight guard, had always helped her before.
“I think I can feel some ability at the edge, but it's hard to get working. I just need to-” Serma said and her mana flared for a second, causing Mas and Kemy to look back while Yattina and Deo walked oblivious to the surge. At the top of the shield, one of the sticking out twigs glowed and produced a single red berry.
Grim stared at it, his first reaction to smirk at Serma at her ‘godly’ ability, but he suppressed that as she was within range and had a sword. His second thought was that if those berries were anywhere near as powerful as the ones growing here in the dungeon? Serma had a rather potent trick to get some physical energy.
It wasn’t like it would fuel her endlessly. The body could only channel mana for so long in a battle before it began to do odd things. Grim read that dying was the least likely thing to happen and the most preferred. Exhaustion would come first then depending on the person, the magic, and the stressor of the environment, they could mutate or transform into the most useless things.
A left shoe was oddly common, according to Quiss.
“Here,” Serma handed the berry to her little slime who gobbled it up with glee. The little orange blob inhaled the berry and it just melted inside his body like he was made of potent acid.
“Shame he’s not part of the Dungeon, he’d go along great with the goblins and mushrooms in the mascot shop I’m planning,” Grim sighed and the princess gave him a long look.
“Why are you so obsessed with money?” she asked, her lips curling and Grim felt his own lips doing the same.