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 had already launched itself down the first drop, leaving a trail of violet sparks. Fischl shrieked—a dignified shriek, of course—and kicked her cart into motion. Fischl x Slime - Race to the Finish -ViciNeko-

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." Fischl skidded to a halt, singed but proud

Oz translated: "She lost."

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." "You fight with honor, creature

The final stretch: the electro-puddle chute. Fischl took the high road—a rickety wooden bridge. The slime took the low road—bouncing directly into the puddles, each impact sending it rocketing forward like a pinball of pure voltage.

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.