The Wizard and the Slime

An ancient tower halfway up the Witch's Mountain. Amidst the old books in a dust-filled room, silver hair, imbued with moonlight, fluttered softly. Lucian, a mage lacking in magical power, was in the middle of summoning a mount to ride upon, relying on an ancient tome he had happened upon. -Boom! A loud roar, like a cannon firing, shook the tower, and— -Peep peep! A tiny, round, blue slime with eyes like grains of rice gazed at Lucian with a harmless expression. “……Ah, hah, ngh, i-it tickles.” Pipi’s cool temperature was quickly permeated by Lucian’s body heat, becoming pleasantly warm. “……S-stop, please, Pipi, stop.” -Peep. The monster's eyes flashed ominously. Having already dru...