*Snippet* Two Kings and a Slime.

A/N: Aah...just something funny I wrote a while back. Not the best with comedy, totally cool if you don't read it.


**Scene: The Church Grounds**

Two kings, King Alfred of the North and King Bertrand of the South, stand on opposite ends of a grand hall within the neutral church grounds. Their faces are red with fury as they shout at each other, their voices echoing off the stone walls. Priests and servants cower in the corners, trying to avoid the fallout of the kings' wrath.

**King Alfred**: (Pointing a finger) "You dare claim that strip of land, Bertrand? It clearly belongs to the North! Our maps have shown it for centuries!"

**King Bertrand**: (Waving a parchment) "Your maps are as outdated as your crown, Alfred! The South has always owned that land, and with it, the rights to the new dungeon!"

**King Alfred**: (Scoffing) "Rights? You couldn't even handle a dungeon if it danced into your court! Speaking of which, I recognize a spy in your camp. Guards! Execute him immediately!"

A guard drags a terrified man into the hall. Before anyone can act, Bertrand’s face twists into a smug grin.

**King Bertrand**: "Oh, really? Well, I've known about your little rat for weeks now. Execute my spy, will you? Guards, seize that man from Alfred's camp! Off with his head!"

A guard from Bertrand’s side rushes forward, but Alfred’s guard intercepts, and they engage in a chaotic struggle. The priests murmur prayers, but the kings are undeterred.

**King Alfred**: (Laughing maniacally) "You'll regret this, Bertrand. I'll invade your lands and take more than just that dungeon. I'll take your throne!"

**King Bertrand**: (Banging his fist on the table) "You and what army? My forces will crush you! I'll turn your castle into rubble and scatter your people to the winds!"

**King Alfred**: (Smirking) "You say that, but last year you couldn't even decide on the price of mushrooms without my help."

**King Bertrand**: "Your help? You mean your constant meddling. If it weren't for you, our markets would be flourishing!"

**King Alfred**: "Flourishing with your overpriced fungi, you mean."

**King Bertrand**: "And let's not forget the year before that when you tried to claim your palace was bigger. It was a tie, remember? We both had to rebuild to make them grander. Our people still curse your name for the taxes!"

**King Alfred**: "My people curse my name? Your people were the ones who revolted first!"

**King Bertrand**: "Only because your arrogance knows no bounds! And then there was that little skirmish with King Leopold's forces. We crushed them together, and yet you claim all the glory!"

**King Alfred**: "All the glory? It was my strategy that won the battle!"

**King Bertrand**: "Your strategy? It was my knights who turned the tide!"

**King Alfred**: "Your knights? Your knights wouldn't have lasted a day without my archers providing cover!"

**King Bertrand**: "Archers, ha! My cavalry did all the real work!"

The tension in the room escalates, with threats and insults flying faster than arrows in battle. Just as it seems the two kings might come to blows, a panting servant bursts into the hall, his face pale and sweat dripping from his brow.

**Servant**: (Gasping) "Your Majesties... the dungeon... it's gone!"

Both kings pause, their anger momentarily replaced by confusion.

**King Alfred**: "What do you mean, gone?"

**Servant**: (Trying to catch his breath) "The dungeon... it has been cleared. It's vanished."

**King Bertrand**: "Cleared? By whom?"

**Servant**: (Still panting) "We... we don't know. But there's no trace left."

The kings stare at each other, stunned. Their argument over land and dungeon rights suddenly seems trivial. Meanwhile, deep within the now-empty dungeon...

**Inside the Dungeon**

A blue slime bounces around the dimly lit chamber, a strange blue screen hovering in front of it. The screen reads: "Congratulations on clearing the dungeon. You are now level 1000. Would you like to become the master of this SSS Rank Hydra Dragon Nest Dungeon?"

The slime stares at the screen, seemingly uninterested in the strange scribbles. It jiggles a bit, then ignores the screen entirely and moves to the center of the chamber, where the dungeon core sits, glowing faintly.

With a swift motion, the slime engulfs the core, swallowing it whole. The chamber shudders, the remaining magic dissipating into the air. The blue screen flickers one last time before disappearing, leaving the slime alone in the now-empty space.

Back at the church grounds, the kings are still trying to process the news.

**King Alfred**: "So... no dungeon means... no more argument?"

**King Bertrand**: (Sighing heavily) "Seems so. But mark my words, Alfred, this isn’t over."

**King Alfred**: (Nodding) "Agreed. Until next time, Bertrand."

**King Bertrand**: "Your wife still can't cook to save her life."

**King Alfred**: "My wife? She's your sister, you dolt!"

**King Bertrand**: (Blushing) "Well, your sister has terrible fashion sense."

**King Alfred**: "Your sister is the one who can't match colors, Bertrand!"

The two kings, their tempers cooled but their rivalry far from resolved, turn and leave the hall. The priests and servants breathe a collective sigh of relief as the chaos finally subsides.

Deep within the earth, the blue slime bounces happily, oblivious to the chaos it has left behind.