New Legacy

Ch.62

The night sleeping in the dungeon was not fun. Being frogmarched in chains and shackles far less so. It took everything in my power not to snap my fingers and turn that oaf Vesta, who was decked out in fake bandages and a fucking arm sling, into a worm! Then there’s the fact that unless addressed by the king, the defendant wasn’t allowed to speak while the plaintiff had free reign! Also, their fucking proxy was clearly bought! He wasn’t defending them at all!

This was a kangaroo court! Gazel had better hold to what he told Rora last night, or so help me, I am going to turn his kingdom from stone into sand! Oh, I was so pissed off that I missed most of what was being said. Vesta had just finished his false case.

“I would say this is an open-and-shut case, Vesta. If you weren’t lying to all of us.” Gazel Wargo rumbled from his throne on high and raised a hand. Rora entered from behind his throne and stood to his right, her regal presence enhanced by the dress she chose to wore instead of what used to be my armor. This caused a shock to fill the courtroom. “I know the truth, Vesta. For you see, that woman you have bound in chains like an animal is Princess Rora’s wife, with whom she shares a Telepathic Transmission link with. She told me what really happened.”

I almost smirked under my muzzled restraints at how pale Vesta managed to become despite his dark chocolate brown fur. Yeah boy~! The reckoning comes! We all make mistakes in the heat of passion, Jimbo!

“First, soldiers, remove this disgrace of a proxy from my midst. He is to be dealt with as our laws command.” The squirrely slimeball, sorry that’s rude to Rimuru, the worm who accepted Vesta’s bribe to sabotage us was quickly seized and he begged for his life as he was dragged away. “Second, Kaijin. Your assault is not in question, only the severity of it. Since all you did was strike Vesta in the face in defense of your honor, you will only be fined. The rest were bystanders.”

“Thank you for your fair ruling, my king.” Kaijin replied honestly.

“Now for you, Vesta. You are hereby exiled from Wargon. Your rank, your holdings, everything is forfeit to the crown for your disgusting level of corruption and baseless spite for a fellow servant of this kingdom. You will be leaving with Kaijin and the others when they depart for the Great Forest of Jura. My disappointment in you is immense.” King Gazel Wargo declared and Vesta fell to his knees in shock as his world fell apart due to his foolish decisions.

I smiled under my muzzle up at Rora, who smirked back at me. That was something she managed to convince Gazel to do considering that Vesta, despite being a total jerk, was in fact a capable magic researcher, so having him work for Rimuru was a good idea.

“Before all of this wraps up, however. Kaijin. I extend an offer for you to return to my service, since in retrospect, it is clear that the failure of the Magitek Soldier program was nobody’s fault. Not yours, Vesta’s, or anyone’s besides the bureaucrats pushing the project too quickly.” Gazel’s words caused Rora to jolt and gawk at him in surprise and I bristled. I guess he still is a servant of his people, focused on retaining capable servants to serve those people.

“I refuse, my king. For while I will always be loyal to Wargon, I cannot go against my word, my honor. I swore that I would serve Rimuru for the foreseeable future. Not even a mountain of treasure could sway me.” Kaijin replied with certainty and Gazel actually closed his eyes with a disappointed sigh through his nose.

“I am sorry to hear this. Go, with my blessing. Know that you are always welcome at my table.” Gazel then nodded up at Rora and she put a hand on his pauldron with a gentle smile. Those two formed a fast friendship over the course of a day. I couldn’t handle Gazel myself, though. So Orderly it kinda makes me itch. Like these restraints. Actually, if they were more decorative I think I’d like these restraints...I don’t need my mouth to talk, do I?

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“Why are you still wearing those?” Rora groaned when she rejoined us and Rimuru enjoyed how flustered Rora became while Shimmer wagged her eyebrows and traced the chain free manacles and muzzle. Rimuru himself was fairly flustered at how kinky the chaos serpent was, taking a shine to being restrained, or at least the restraints themselves.

“It is her prerogative to enjoy what she enjoys.” Kaijin chuckled as he led Vesta through the street by the lead on a collar on his neck. The despondent half-warg was downcast and silent, accepting his king’s judgement and obeying like the Loyal dog he was. There that capitalization is again! “Come along, Vesta. The sooner we’re out of here, the sooner that collar comes off.”

“You should leave it on. It’s what I deserve.” Vesta muttered and Rimuru couldn’t comprehend being so Loyal to someone that you’d accept the punishment they meted out. Well...no, that was wrong. Rimuru could totally understand it. He used to be a gutless salaryman after all. Letting his superiors kick the emotional shit out of him on the regular was essentially part of the job.

“You need to move on, Vesta. Do not wallow in your mistakes. You won’t improve as a person if you dwell on the past. It’s that behavior that led you here.” Kaijin wisely chided the taller warg, who looked up at the blacksmith in contemplative wonder. Rimuru saw hope for this guy. He may have treated them like scum, but he was clearly just misguided.

“Master Rimuru!” At Rigur’s voice, Rimuru turned on his perch on Ranga’s back to find Rigur leading Gobta and Mirrin on their tempest wolf partner’s backs with proper saddles and saddlebags. “We’ve managed to trade a lot of the raw ore and herbs you gave us for provisions!”

“Good job, guys! At least with this, Kaijin and the brothers won’t have to work too much on scrounging up materials on site before they can get to training us in their crafts.” Rimuru replied as Kaido opened the gates for them.

“Goodbye brother, fellas. Come back to visit sometime, huh? I don’t want distance to keep us apart forever.” Kaido hugged Kaijin and then the three Craft Brothers before he glared at Vesta. “If you come back, however. We will hang you. Never return.” Kaido shoved Vesta out of the gates and then waved happily at the rest of us before they closed.

“Well then~! Let’s get to the forest so I can have you all ride in my storage!” Shimmer telepathically cheered since the muzzle clamped around her snout prevented normal speech and Rimuru bemoaned that with her constantly wearing that and the manacles on her wrists, ankles and tail, she’d be even more enticing! Curse these married gals for teasing him!

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I enjoyed how enamoured and baffled the wargs were when I pumped up my bust for them to enter my Spatial Storage, which was a skill here like most of our magic had turned into it turns out. The flight south back to the village was faster because of a tailwind. It seemed the winds liked to flow south from Wargon.

When everyone had left my Spatial Storage, they promptly got to work on organizing. Rora and I helped with the construction. We used our Earth Manipulation skill to help make composite bricks so Myrd could have what he needed to get the construction going. Soon everyone wouldn’t be living in the wood and canvas yurt huts he helped teach us how to build for too long.

Days turned into weeks, during which more goblins and wolf packs from the rest of the forest converged and joined Rimuru’s growing village, causing everything to increase in workload, yet move faster.

We got to witness Rimuru Name every new villager and reveal to us the power Names had here too. Since I’m technically a Monster, having a Name automatically empowered me. We also discovered that Rora and I poured magicule essence off of us so thickly after the new arrivals were initially terrified of us and Rimuru.

Aside from the construction, we also practiced with the unique and rather powerful if limiting magic of this world. Unlike back home, magic wasn’t nearly as freeform. It took the form of Skills. Skills took concepts and condensed them into an at-will activatable spell that could operate within the constraints of the will of the wielder.

Which meant…

“This...is a Skill?” Rora bemoaned as I leaned against my heaving boulder boobs and poured water from my nipples into the artificial river Myrd had us and the rest of the village dig in order to help test the planned city’s irrigation system before connecting to the nearby river.

“Yep. I have the skill Produce Liquids, which lets me convert magicules into any fluid I can imagine in my breasts. Making water to test the irrigation system is no challenge at all.” I wasn’t going to complain, but seriously, magic here is weird!

“Couldn’t they have just finished the trench up to the weir they constructed?” Rora asked exasperatedly and I shrugged.

“I think Myrd preferred that we test it before connecting the river and the outlet. Something about testing water retention.” I replied and quirked a brow at her. “Also, it has been a while since I had an excuse to let my girls out for some fun. Mind making this exciting?” I asked with my thicc tail wagging above my big bubble booty. I was wearing a half-decent outfit made from hemp and shed tempest wolf fur. It was surprisingly comfy and durable.

“I’m not in the mood right now, Shimmer. All this hard work and learning from our warg friends has drained me.” Rora sighed and I wilted against my water-gushing bosom in disappointment. “That said, it’s getting pretty full, how much did Myrd, uh, gesture for you to fill it?”

“To just below the top brick of the sides.” I replied and then blushed. “Uh, I kinda didn’t consider that I can’t see around my tits. How full is it?”

“About at that spot. Go ahead and stop playing raunchy fountain.” I snorted smoke at her words and ceased my Produce Liquid skill before restoring my usual still huge bust and pulling the leather straps of my inadequate vest until it was covering my nipples and giving delicious absolute cleavage. “How much longer are we going to be here?”

“Come on, Rora, it isn’t bad here at all. Consider this a tutorial on what we’re going to have to do for Carvahall and the future warg city you want to make right next to it. We had 20 years of self-learning on rebuilding Coldstone Castle. Now we’re getting apprenticed by experts.” I reasoned to my wife and she slumped with understanding shared across our bond.

After that, we wandered towards the center of the village since neither of us had anything happening right now. We could usually find one of the five wargs there to get direction from. Vesta turned out to be a good investment. He was determined to prove his worth after having failed his king and was ironically the best magic tutor here. In fact, the only magic tutor.

He wasn’t a sorcerer though, just a magic researcher. That said, even though he didn’t have many ‘skills’ he could easily help others towards learning how to acquire them when he wasn’t using samples provided by Rimuru to experiment on advanced refining processes for potions, ores and other things. He guides others to treasures he cannot possess.

What we found in the village center though was a bit surprising. A bunch of people were loitering outside of the yurt that usually was used as a lunchroom for the people working. Inside were a quartet of ponies with three of them ravenously devouring meat. Thank goodness anthro ponies here are omnivorous, because meat was the only food the village had in abundance until the farm fields were irrigated, plowed, seeded and harvested. Which hasn’t happened yet.

“So, what’s going on here?” Rora asked when we entered, causing the four to look at her and the ravenous trio started choking on their food, but thankfully Rigurd, Rigur and...uh...I can’t remember his name, we haven’t even spoken. They all knew the Heimlich Maneuver. “Oh no I forgot to cover my wings again…” Rora bemoaned with her face in her hands. “Let me cut to the chase. Yes, I’m a princess. No I’m not from around here. I’m a visiting Outworlder.”

“Visiting?” The masked unicorn questioned sharply with incredible attention focused on Rora.

“Yes. If you’re an Outworlder or Summoned One though, our method of travel can only take you to our world or the world used as an intermediary. They have no way of narrowing down what dimension you’re from.” Rora replied and I nodded, causing the mare to wilt slightly at letting her hopes get up.

“Huh? You’re an Outworlder or Summoned One, Shizu?” The other unicorn mare, one with a blond mane and light pink fur that nearly matched her outfit in tone, asked in curiosity.

“Yes, but I’d rather keep my story private.” Stated the black-maned unicorn mare in the otherwise full-covering white and black outfit that hugged her fit and shapely body while also being quite stylish. I kinda want an outfit like that now. I’ll have to remember what it looks like for the wardrobe back home.

“That’s fair. Far be it for us to make you uncomfortable, Miss Shizu.” The lightly armored tan pegasus with the dark blond mane stated while the blond-maned and brown furred more properly armored earth pony turned around in his seat fully.

“I’m the leader of our group, sorry for choking on the introduction, Princess. I’m Kaval, the pegasus is Gido and Eren there is our sorcerer. Our enigmatic friend is Shizu. We’re Adventurers with the Free Guild here to investigate the Great Forest of Jura for the Kingdom of Blumund.” Kaval informed us and I shared a worried look with Rora.

“Did you speak to Rimuru?” I asked them and the four all balked at me. “Oh, sorry. This is my Skill; Telepathic Transmission. It’s like Thought Projection, only instead of just broadcasting, I’m actually inside your heads. I don’t have Thought Projection, so sorry about that.”

“Y-yes. We’ve already spoken to Rimuru. We’ve already decided this place isn’t a danger. In fact, you might be good for the stability of the region.” Kaval replied uneasily and I shared in my relief with Rora. Thank goodness, we might not need to go to war with a nation. Again.

“Hey~! Listen~!” I joined Rora in wincing at the obnoxious warning ‘ring’ of someone from the Displacement Bureau about to call us. “You finally met her! She’s the most important alteration to this world’s fate you can make.” Aunt Hermais said and we looked at Shizu, who continued to slowly eat her food through her mask. I don’t need to eat, but I wanna know how to do that!

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Rimuru was a bit bemused. Rora and Shimmer had been keeping their distance ever since they met the ponies from the adventurer’s Free Guild. The ponies were staying for a few days to observe the village and give a full report to the Kingdom of Blumund on the going’s on here. In the meantime, he’d spent the afternoons with Shizu up on the hill.

He wasn’t dumb. He could tell. Shizu was sick. He offered her his perfect healing potion, but she insisted it would only delay her end, which she felt was coming soon. She wouldn’t tell him why, only that she felt he might prevent disaster from happening.

“Noodle, noodle~!” They heard in the distance. Was that Shimmer’s voice? Did she finally take off that muzzle? Rimuru noticed those two didn’t eat like him, so Shimmer simply never needed to take that blasted thing off her snout.

“Rimuru…” Shizu whimpered and the slime looked up at the beautiful mare who he had quickly grown close to. “I can’t...can’t…” Shizu erupted into flames and her mask fractured before it fell from her beautiful face, which was marred by her red and yellow demonic eyes from the spirit possessing her.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” Rimuru solemnly swore as he prepared himself.

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I entered the tent where Shizu was put to recover from her ordeal of having the Fire Spirit Ifrit severed from her body once the adventurers left to get her some things. Oof. This is so uncomfortable yet oddly enjoyable, this dense foreign object inside of me.

“Shimmer? Rora? What are you doing here?” Rimuru asked from next to the eerily still mare, who suddenly became wrinkled and ancient with her lustrous black mane turned snow white. It was so sudden it hurt me to see. “Shizu!”

“She is dead, Rimuru.” Rora sadly intoned and I was grateful for my muzzle helping me muffle my moan as the object in my womb pulsed and instead began to make me feel the wonderful sensation I loved so much. Of having life inside of me. “However, not for long.” Rora patted my lower abdomen, which was exposed from the style of vest I’d taken to wearing.

“My family decided that she was the most important factor of this world we could help with. She has perished, yes, but she will return.” I joined my hands with Rora’s as I felt the lone egg forming within me.

“What? Shizu...is inside of you?” Rimuru asked in understanding and I nodded. “Then...is my promise to consume her body pointless?”

“No. You must consume her body. It was her last request in this life, honor that. She will return, she will have all her memories, but she will be reborn. A new life. Respect that the one she had before has ended.” Rora declared and Rimuru nodded his slime body before erupting over Shizu’s dead body and engulfing her before a dark haze overtook him.

Standing naked before them was a short androgenous pale blue furred and golden-eyed visage with the same lustrous black flowing mane and tail of a unicorn that was uncannily like Shizu. Oh my gosh. Rimuru is sexless?! I always thought of him as a he, not a they! My shock was abated by Rimuru opening their eyes and tears flowing from them. Oh, come here sweetie.

I hugged the crying dear to my bosom and ignored the confusion and surprise of the people who entered the tent. I can only guess that this is the first time Rimuru has had a form that had the hormones to feel deep emotions. They were always detached even if they clearly had emotions. Maybe now Rimuru will grow even more as a person. I perked when they put their hands to my lower stomach and rubbed.

“She’s in here?” Rimuru asked through sniffles and I nodded down at the little faux unicorn. “When will she be out?”

“I will birth her egg in two weeks. Then? Well, she will hatch for her Destined One.” I heavily implied to them and they looked up at me with hope. “Okay, I just want to know. Do you identify as he, she, or they? I don’t want to offend and I’m assuming you’re a they.”

“I’m a guy.” Rimuru answered before running his hands down to his groin and going pale. “N-no way~! I’m sexless?! No fair~!” Rimuru wailed while Rora kept the others occupied with explanations and I was left consoling the suddenly further distraught slime.

“W-well, as a slime, from what I know of them thanks to talking to Alberta for 20 years, your gender is what you choose. You can be a he, she, they or like my wife, a she who is also a he.” I beamed images into Rimuru’s mind and he suddenly dissolved into a puddle of slime.

“Arglebargle!” Ah! No! I’m sorry for overwhelming you~!