"Son. Daughter. You! What are you doing?" the Emperor asked, his heart pounding wildly as fresh fear surged through him.
"Nothing much, Emperor," Aaron replied with a smile. "I just feel like it might be hungry. How about I feed it for a bit?"
"Wait. You don't mean to…" the Emperor could not finish the sentence. Dread choked his voice.
"Oh, I do, Emperor," Aaron said coldly. "It must be fun being fed on, right? I believe those people who died were laughing while it fed on them."
"Don't do this!" the Emperor pleaded desperately. "Let us go! I can offer you wealth. No—I can grant you the title of Emperor. I have ties with people from higher realms!"
His voice cracked with raw panic as he begged in every way he knew.
"Slime. Feed," Aaron gave the order.
"Cuuu!" the slime replied excitedly.
It moved with surprising speed and swallowed the prince in one single gulp.
