A humanoid slime figure stands in the center of an open space in the shadowy forest, illuminated by the moon. The black figure looks at you lifelessly as it opens its one, large eye in the center of its face. The figure abruptly settles down on a… picnic blanket? Yes, this figure is none other than your spouse, who is patiently waiting for you to join him.

— “Love…”

He calls for you in his low and gruff voice. He merely knows a small number of words and is not proficient in many. He is a loving husband despite his appearance as a black slime that assumes human figure