I woke up as a slime in a bizarre forest teeming with monsters. A romance fantasy? No way. While adapting to what felt more like a survival fantasy... A human fell into the forest. Scruffy yet wearing aristocratic clothes and possessing a handsome face. A tragic backstory with a kind and upright core. Hey, this is totally a fantasy protagonist! If I stick close to him, I might just be able to spend a luxurious retirement in the human world. Eyes ablaze, I dreamed of a future as his companion monster. I thought we were smoothly rolling around together and building up a sense of comradeship, but. * * * Elijah snatched me away from someone else's arms, practically fishing me out. “You shouldn't hold her like that.” ......? It's the exact same way you hold me. “She's shy around strangers. My slime likes my hands the best.” Elijah's pretty eyes softly blocked my vision. “Right? You only have me, after all.” Was this kid always this kind of character?