"Oh no," Oz muttered.
Fischl stared. Then, with the gravitas of a queen accepting a crown, she took it. "You fight with honor, creature. I shall call you… Sir Bounceton."
And as the sun set over the temple, the Prinzessin and the slime sat side by side—one regal, one gelatinous—sharing a very questionable, slightly electrified snack. The race was over. The real adventure had just begun. Fischl x Slime - Race to the Finish -ViciNeko-
Fischl skidded to a halt, singed but proud. "A tactical concession," she panted, adjusting her eyepatch. "I allowed the familiar to win so it might taste the fleeting glory of victory before I reclaim the throne."
The slime, true to its nature, didn't steer. It squished . It compressed itself into a flattened disc to slide under collapsing pillars, then re-inflated mid-air, bouncing off a ruin guard's disconnected fist to gain altitude. Fischl, meanwhile, was shouting incantations while desperately yanking her lance-left, narrowly avoiding a cactus. Her hair, a magnificent silver mane, whipped in the wind like a battle standard. "Oh no," Oz muttered
Oz, perched on the cart's canopy, sighed. "Mein Fräulein, it’s a slime. It doesn’t have a constitution. Also, the race has started."
The track was absurd. A corkscrew loop over the ruins of the Thousand Winds Temple, a straightaway through a field of whopperflowers, and a final chute lined with electro-charged puddles. But Fischl, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, had accepted the challenge. Her opponent: a single, gelatinous Electro Slime. Her vehicle: a modified Favonius Lance-turned-steering-pole attached to a rickety cart. Its? A perfectly spherical bounce. "You fight with honor, creature
Oz translated: "She lost."
As Fischl’s cart caught fire (again), the slime shot past the finish line—not with a bang, but with a soft, triumphant bloop . It jiggled smugly on a pedestal, wearing a tiny winner's laurel that had somehow materialized.
"Pathetic creature!" Fischl declared, her eyepatch gleaming under the sun. "You face the sovereign of the Immernachtreich! Your conductive constitution is no match for the night-vision of my raven!"