Sleep

To this day, the Transformation Spell has become a necessary method for non-humans to integrate into human society.

Especially for races like slimes — without a human-shaped body created by the spell, who would be interested in a sticky blob?

John shrugged.

“At least half a year from now. Right now, we’re stabilizing various protection and wisdom spells.

Once those are solid, you’ll have a sister with a human appearance.”

John patted Collins on the shoulder.

Collins gave a bitter smile.

To say he had no resistance to slimes would be a lie, but now that they were a family, there was no point in saying anything.

“Oh! Brother, brother’s back!”

Cang Mo spotted Collins at the dinner table and leapt up in excitement.

Mo Yue, who had been happily drawn in by the smell of food, suddenly froze the moment she saw Collins smiling warmly at her.

Collins had always been curious.

He had never bullied this stepsister who shared no blood relation with him.

He never even showed disdain toward her slime heritage.

Yet somehow, this girl, who had been able to get along with him in the first few days, had completely shut down a week later.

Her goodwill toward Collins hit rock bottom, to the point where she didn’t even want to be in the same room as him.

Just like now — it was obvious Mo Yue was very interested in the food their stepmother had cooked.

But the moment she saw Collins sitting at the table, she absolutely refused to come over.

Mieffer dragged Mo Yue over and placed her next to Collins.

Mo Yue said shyly, “Hello, brother.”

“If you don’t want to talk to me, you don’t have to,” Collins said.

Mo Yue turned her head away.

After dinner, Mieffer took the dishes into the kitchen.

John stretched and pointed to the bathroom shower.

“I’m used to bathing before I sleep.”

“Alright then, I’ll go take a shower first.”

Collins lay on the sofa, stretching out lazily like a full cat.

After washing the dishes, Mieffer went to find Mo Yue.

Mo Yue was in her room, holding a floating magic aptitude tester.

Slimes are not a magically gifted race.

Compared to humans — where one in a thousand might have magical talent — slimes with such talent are even rarer.

Even those few talented slimes often struggle to learn human magic.

To master it, slimes need to put in far more effort.

Mieffer hugged her daughter.

“If you can’t learn it, just pick a simpler path in life.

Not everyone can be a mage.”

“I want to be a mage.

It’s been my dream for life,” Mo Yue said coldly, staring at Mieffer.

Her daughter’s stubbornness was nothing new to Mieffer, and she couldn’t convince her.

She simply stroked Mo Yue’s head.

“Mages are already human, my little baby.

You don’t need to force yourself like this.”

These days, the mystery surrounding mages has been stripped away.

Even though the average person still sees magic as elite and exceptional, the ancient perception of them being inherently superior has largely faded.

Collins knocked on the door outside.

“It’s me, Mom.”

Mo Yue looked at Mieffer.

Mieffer shook her head.

“He’s a mid-tier mage, and he’s your peer.

You’ll definitely learn a lot from your brother.”

Mo Yue huffed but didn’t refuse.

Mieffer left, and Collins entered Mo Yue’s room.

A light fragrance wafted through the air, and the warm color tones perfectly matched what Collins imagined a girl’s room would be.

It was Collins’ first time entering a girl’s room — especially his sister’s.

And since they weren’t blood-related, for a brief moment, a strange and ambiguous thought stirred in his mind.

Mo Yue caught the flicker of desire in Collins’ eyes.

She pointed coldly to a chair far away.

“Sit there.”

Collins frowned slightly at the distance between the chair and Mo Yue.

“I’m your older brother.”

“But it’s just the two of us now.

Who knows if you’ll suddenly lose control?”

Collins covered his eyes.

“Why do you think I’d do something shameful at home?”

“So, you mean you’d do it if it wasn’t at home?”

“Sheesh… I’m your real brother.

Why is talking to you so exhausting?

Why do you think I want to do something to you?

Do you think just seeing you means I have to do something?”

Mo Yue narrowed her eyes.

“So you’re saying I’m not even attractive enough to stir your desire?”

“I mean… you are…”

“Aha, see? You were thinking something.”

“Fine, you’re not.”

“Now you’re saying I’m ugly.”

If he could, Collins would rather analyze spatial magic equations than get dragged into this nonsense with Mo Yue.

“I give up. I surrender.

Let’s just get back to the point.

Mom told me you’re preparing to apply for a magic high school, and she asked me to help tutor you.”