Is it wrong for slimes to be in dungeons? (revised)

Chapter 11: Honest Opinion

Well, then time to get yelled at for another hour and a half. I joke to myself as I get up.

I turn towards a mirror in the room

"...haa" I sigh as I take in my appearance. black hair that's all tangled and seems unnecessarily long. A beat-up old eyepatch covering one of my eyes. And a loose-fitting shirt with random trousers. Usually, I wouldn't care about such things, but I know that if I continue to look like I do yata would pester me about it so...

"Guess I'll just have to do it myself." I decided.

I start by removing my eyepatch to reveal a scar that cur directly through my eye rendering it unusable.

I place my hand on the scar and frown as I remember the cause.

...

My mood, having just taken a downward dive, could best be described as agitated.

I shove the old worn-out eyepatch into my pocket and was going to throw on a new one but...

"Tch. looks like I ran out..."

I click my tongue in annoyance. I'd have to get more later.

Moving on I straightened my hair out before throwing on an overcoat "fit for one such as I" or so I'm told.

If you asked me why I bothered to do all this when I never had before I could only reply with an unmotivated 'I don't know perhaps I felt like humoring yata.' or rather that's how I would respond.  there was another reason. but either way how I dressed wasn't very important. And why I decided to dress nice wasn't important either. 

In any case it would seem like things are progressing faster than anticipated.

"Well can't say I'm unhappy about that. Although it is..." I trailed off trying to find the right words. "Hmmm... cold comfort," I conclude.

"Sure," I affirm.

I take another look at myself in the mirror. White overcoat with gold lining. It disguised my sloppy undershirt which now simply seemed to be a black shirt that seemed formal enough to not get yelled at by yata. My hair was unnaturally straight. I was going to have to get used to this... my eye was manually closed and the scar was clearly visible.

"..." I grimace in the mirror for a second.

"Yeah, I can't do without this," I whisper as I slip my hand into my pocket again and throw on my old eyepatch.

I'd say I put in enough effort to shut yata up.

Although he might just be so stunned it ends up having the opposite effect. I contemplate my decision to dress semi-nicely. On the other hand, though that would be entertaining in its own way. I chuckle as I imagine his reaction. It was so enticing I began to look forward to it.

And thus I exited the room in a better mood than I came into it with.

(Sophia POV)

"so... you're a monster?" I ended up asking.

Rimuru already seemed uncharacteristically unnerved for some reason, but upon me asking this question his eyes widened even further. It was a shock to see Rimuru flying with bat wings, and it took just about everything I had to keep up with him after the fact.

Well at the very least it explained the strange sense of strength he had when I first started following him. Rather than skill and experience his raw power gave him this aura.

But he seemed rather sad when I saw him running, or rather flying, in this direction.

He said it was nothing when I asked him, but, it was fairly obvious. At least to me.