"I'm afraid I don't know any Alfie, my bride."

The green-haired man smiled and tilted his head.

Uhh...flowers are blooming from his smile. I can't trust that innocent look of his, especially when his face fell apart just now!!

"Oh my, you are giving me such a hot stare. Why don't we forage for your breakfast? Your tummy has been growling since you were asleep, my bride."

This sounds exactly like those kidnapping stories. The kidnapper dodges important questions, lures the victim with food, and goes in for the killing blow when the victim is least suspecting!!

"Release Alfie, you fiend! We can arrange for a trade, with something of equal value."

"... ..."

"I'm sorry, my bride. I hope you can avoid mentioning other males during our honeymoon."

"Who's your bride! My bride, my bride! You've been saying that for the whole time. When did I ever marry you!"

"My bride...how can I convince you? We hatched from the same egg just a few hours ago. That is the biggest proof of our union, the second birth of a slime."

"What egg-nonsense you marriage scammer!! I have no money hah!"

"I cannot lie to you, my beloved. The proof is in your hair. You are dyed in my colours."

"Enough! Stop it! Don't say anything anymore, my ears will fall off!"

"...I'm afraid this is the only way."

The man's arm reached out and melted into a lump of green in mid-air. The mass whirled into a circular pool and solidified.

A mirror?! And my-

"MY HAIR! IT'S GREEEEN! WHAT DID YOU DOOOO!!!"

"Don't cry, it'll be back to the way it is once it grows out. Your hair is simply coloured by the amniotic fluid when you were inside the egg."

"... ..."

"If you're worried you can read the manual that you dropped. I'm quite impressed by the accurate information in this book ."

"You mean I've turned...into a slime? I'm not human anymore?"