Slime Who Turned into a Demon King
Volome 7 part 1
Clayman is dead. But when Laplace delivered the news to
the group that gathered before him, his reaction was stunned in silence.
“You lied! There's no way that could happen!”
This Footman is screaming in panic now, but no one can
find it yourself to see things his way. Laplace always did
aloof, relaxed, never anyone to express that emotion
actually was. But his face says it all. This is not the joker they are
all know — she really hangs her head shyly in front
them. That's all they need to know that Clayman is right
true and truly dead.
“...Last night, that Walpurgis Council night, I lost connection with Clayman,”
Kazalim said sadly as Teare sobbed nearby. “My connection with
someone I see as my own son. It could only mean one thing
for him — deaths. I don't want to admit it to myself. Even
now, Laplace, after what you told us, I'm filled with
stubborn refusal to admit it..”.
“This is my fault,” a boy with black hair with
sorry regrets. “I think the demon lord is a child. I need to be more careful.
Gather more intelligence and take action. ”
There were ten demon lords in all, looking down on the world from above the peak
their height. But even in such intoxicating territory, respectively
each of them has different strengths and weaknesses. Applicability
The Demon Dominate who seemed to succeed from the Clayman in the minds of the demon lords Milim
cause it to forget that important fact — and even worse,
made him believe that he could rule all his nobles. That's too
rash.“If you will say it like that,” Laplace replied, lightening the atmosphere
in a joking tone, “I was the one who suggested it to the man. I didn't
ever thought for a moment it turned out like this, no, that's not what matters
now it's. Plus, you have to admit it — Clayman is too stupid to
his own kindness this time. I told him not to let down
his vigilance, but he was carried away by it, and it exploded on him. All
the one there.”
“Laplace!” Grumpy Footman. “You can't talk about him like that!”
“I'm just telling the truth. He's weak, he's carried away, and
now he's dead.”
“Laplace!!”
Letting his anger defeat him, the Footman takes a swing at the
Laplaces. His fist went into the cheek of his target; laplace did not bother to avoid it.
But that's all. Laplace remained where he stood, his eyes turning towards
his attacker.
“Oh, what, you want to go, Footman? All right, so my guest!”
He let out a relaxed smile as he mocked the Footman, all daring him
to focus his anger on her. Kazalim looked through it.
“Stop, you two!” He roared, stopping them both. “This is
a sad opportunity for each of us.”
“He was right,” added the boy. “Why are you playing the bad guy alone here,
A laplace? It's not like you. If anyone played that role, I should
who hired you all. ”
“Ah..” Now Footman realizes it. Laplace deliberately lured him. “Pardon
me, Laplace.”
“...Well, it's okay. But you know, Friend — and You too, President of Your —
really mean, isn't it? I'm trying to be a villain here, so how
otherwise let the cat out of the bag?”He rubbed his cheek while constantly complaining. But something about the view
it was so funny that it really lightened the mood of — if only a little.
Returning to control their emotions, the magic-born discussed what to do
done next. Wailing about the misfortune, Kazalim reasoned,
will do nothing to realize Clayman's goal. Talks
they become harder, more serious.
“...I can't tell you what happened there, but like
said by demon lord Valentine, Clayman must have died during the Council. Him
no mention of who did it,..”
“It's a pity I couldn't beat him from that statement..”.
“No, Laplace. I'm glad to see you're still breathing, at least.”
“Ahh, I'm just lucky. It just so happened to be a new moon, and with a vampire, Valentine
he is at the end of his power. We're in a sacred place to boot. Lotteries
Holiness filled the atmosphere. That's the only reason my attack could work.”
No one doubted Laplace's words. Laplace only managed to defeat
Valentine, whose power was on par with Kazalim in the past, thanks to some
overlapping factors that benefit him. Plus, Laplace is
the second was after Kazalim with brutal force. His role as vice president
Moderate Jester is not an empty position — he has the power to
endorsing it. That was why everyone in the room was so ready to accept
laplace's astonishing victory — and thus, talks
continued, without anyone noticing the lies lurking in between
his words.
“But this is quite a puzzle,”
“You could say so,” murmured Kazalim. “We lost our base of operation
give it to Clayman, his army, his treasure. Losing that
shocking.” The boy agreed.
“A-what do you mean?” Ask Teare. “Did the demon king kill Clayman or not,
we still have his headquarters, don't we?”“I know that Clayman's troops have been diverted,” added Footman, “but we
still have every chance to regroup and attack once
again, right? We still have Adalmann, that crazy Saint, patrolling the ground
that's. A powerful king like him is as powerful as the rest of us — and
the curse you gave him is as active as ever, isn't it, President?”
Kazalim exchanged glances with the boy before slowly, painfully,
opened mouth. “The complex I gave Clayman fell yesterday, just
in one night. That slime, of all people, sent a small attacking force
to break. ”
“Huhhh?” Laplace reacted.
“No!” Shouted Teare.
“You're kidding!” Footman Protests. “So the magic-born I saw on that battlefield
not even the full power that Rimuru— has Ah, wait a minute.” Him
looked up for a moment. “Wait, wait, I remember that crystal..”.
“True.” The boy nodded. “Pictures your Laplace— took
saw the ogre witch there, didn't she? I think it's safe to say that
each of them is a special class threat on the battlefield.”
Footman was silent, mouth agape.
“...Really?” Teare whispers. No one answered.
”However,” reports Kazalim, “si Slime Rimuru is in battle. I thought he was
making that showdown with us as a ruse so that he can seize
clayman's own residence. For someone of his caliber, it was not impossible
to imagine him breaking through our defensive line.” Now the whole
the room began to realize how unpleasant the situation was. “That's
why,” said the boy, “I think we need to reconsider the destination
we.”
With most of their military forces gone, he reasoned, every step of the way
strategic needs to be avoided for now. Clayman's death was a blow
psychological seriousness to all who know him. But fortunately, they
not losing everything. They still have resources that they haven't
used to spread risk, as well as the groups they have planted deep within the Western Nation. Plus, the political influence they have on
behind the scenes with both groups was still as strong as ever. Maybe they
they had no physical strength, but they had intelligence gathering experts who
deployed across the country, laying out scouts to measure each direction
the country.
For the boy, who had started with nothing and so far, it was still possible
to make a comeback. So that's why...
“...For now, we should lie down. It's embarrassing about Clayman, but we
not having enough strength to try to take revenge on the demon
lords. If we want to achieve our ultimate goal of conquering the world, I think we need to
be patient for now.” His listeners agreed.
“Quite right. We have made great strides over the last ten years.
Maybe it planted the seed of pride in all of us. ”
“Yes. That's why Clayman remembers him for pulling all the crap
that..”
“Good. I hate to say it, but do anything rashly now
it might make things worse. ”
“I hesitate to accept it myself, but I admit it is the best choice
we are for now.”.
The boy giggled slightly as the magic-borns all offered
their consent. “Ha ha ha! Oh, stop me for a second, Footman,” he chuckles,
patting his shoulder. “I still have all of you — best cards in my hand.
I can't lose you guys to stray shots in the dark, too.”
This was something he really meant and also the main reason behind
his decision. He needs to make sure everyone is on the same page
with him, or he was afraid at least one would let their anger go
get the best of them. Footman knows it very well— and
he knew he had to accept it.
“I know, buddy. Better put it in the bottle for now, so we
can let it erupt completely later.”
He understands that. Losing his cold demeanor and quarreling with the cadres
demon lords would only spell the end of his life. He had to accept the boy's excuse
that's. The boy, who appreciated this, looked at the magic-born gathered in
ahead of him. “But, hey, it's no fun being a boxing bag all the time, right?
Maybe we won't do anything, but we can say a lot.
That slime took Clayman with everything he had, and I think I know
how to reply a little.” He smirked a little unpleasant.
“How do you mean?” Ask Kazalim.
“There was something unusual on that slime,” the boy replied, grinning happily.
“Only in a few years, he has built a great new strength. Difficult
for me to believe, and in any normal situation, we would never want to
defied it. So let's wait and see a little, huh? And then to do that,
I have something I want to use.”
“Oh, good.” Laplace shrugged his shoulders. “Your other little scheme? At least that
beat you ordered myself to do other crazy tricks, like
which you usually do. Hopefully I can stay present for this one, accept
love.”
For the time being, those magic-borns withdrew from the public eye, descending to a sort of
ancient darkness - sharpening their fangs for a day of vengeance
after we determined the name Octagram for ourselves, Mizeri and Raine,
the green and blue haired maid who was Guy Crimson's servant, prepared
a lovely meal for all of us. They were wearing colored maid clothes
dark red, and their kitchen skills, it turns out, are second to none.
As Ramiris told me, the original purpose of the Walpurgis Council was to
letting the demon lords get along and exchange information. As the rest of this,
perhaps, our space was in a separate display room,
arguably. Attendance was not mandatory, and all demon lords did their thing
own — some go as soon as the meeting ends, some survive
long enough for dinner, and others spend time with
chatting in the lounge.
Me, I'm going for food. You don't get a chance like this every time
day, and to be honest, given how much stronger Guy is compared to us
everyone, I want to see what her diet looks like. The food produced is more beautiful
and more fun than I ever imagined. Each dish is
an astonishing new discovery, the best of its kind in the entire world,
and as I linger in every dish in daydreams:
Report. Component analysis completed. Now it is possible to make
back recipe black tiger stew, roasted sage chicken, golden sherbet, and
grilled steak dragon earthsleep.
I stole all the recipes. Is that what I mean? It's a bit unfair, isn't it
because I really understand what it is to make it. Steal
make it sound illegal or something. It's just intelligence gathering.
These recipes call for meat from A-ranked monsters or higher, which you don't see walking into the city every day. But once I have the ingredients
that's right, I think I'll know how to set it up now.
The party was closed with an abundant selection of fresh fruit. Six of us are in
table, by the way — me, Guy, Milim, Ramiris, Deeno, and Daggrull. Valentines
and Leon's been gone a long time.
I took a moment to rebuke Milim for deceiving me when he
split itself. He's still playing dumb, but I have to give him a taste
realities. In the meantime, I'm asking Carillon and Frey to promise that we're all
we will discuss the future at a later time. After we cleaned ourselves up
war, I thought I'd be consulted about rebuilding work
the city is coming. It will be a completely new country, one with
Milim as the leader, and I intend to approach the discussion
so that they benefit me as much as possible.
Ramiris still bothers me about moving to my hometown. I reject it completely
straight away, of course, but he didn't give up. You can see it in his eyes.
I thought Treyni would be good enough to calm her down a little for me, but I
suspecting that Treyni likes to pamper Ramiris more than anything else. It looks like it
it's practical for what he lives, so I remind myself not to hope
a lot because I decided to keep an eye on them.
Daggrull and Veldora seem to be very familiar, and Guy and Deeno get involved in the
friendly conversation. I decided to offer them all brandy
World-famous tempest, distilled from our own wine. Part of the effort
my brand, can you say. Spreading the word about how useful it is
a country of ours will lubricate the gears for diplomacy later. That's right, is
You're dealing with a demon lord or your next-door neighbor.
'Not bad.”
“Yeah, alright, look at this ..”
“Hack! Cough, cough! Dude, it's quite a bite..”
It might be too much alcohol for Deeno to handle, but Guy and Daggrull
enjoyed it. So, will you not drink it all first, Veldora? I have
pretty good stuff in my stomach, but I don't keep it there
just so Veldora can spend it all. Then Milim immediately grabbed
brandy too, of course. I didn't let him have it. You know he's become
the drunk is angry. But considering how he deceived me, I had to
put my feet here.
“Then it's okay for me, mmmmmm?”
Meanwhile, Ramiris had already quite proudly held onto his glass, three gulps
and he was in the blink of an unconscious eye. I let Beretta and Treyni
the panicked man dealt with him. It's actually good for me. If he stays
ungodly and undisturbed tonight, though there's every chance he'll
trying to follow myself back to Tempest.
So everything went well before long at this party, and I decided to
go before Ramiris wakes up from his folly. That was the end of the board
Walpurgis — was not at all what I expected, but I was happy
my worries were finally in vain.
In short, twenty-four full hours of the event. Walpurgis starts in the middle
night; by the time we wrapped it, it was already the afternoon of the next day.
In an instant, I returned to Tempest. The journey there is one thing, but
with the Dominate Space, the return trip was very easy. But not as
previously, my country did not fall apart due to my absence —
high spirits, everything works well, and I'm very relieved. All forces
we continue to be on high alert, as I command. They're all smoother
now, it contributes to road safety more than ever. I
not ignoring anything. City security system, following the police model
I knew on Earth, it seemed a worthy success.
As I observed all this, a thought came to my mind. You know, you know,
the defense of this country alone can defeat one or two countries itself,
wasn't he? Almost every soldier left on defense duty was equivalent to
b, after all. Your garden-variety magical or paranormal beast is not
will dare to lurk near you.
Overall, the rules of law and order are really held here. But
it makes me worry about monsters that are out of town, potentially
causing chaos elsewhere. Maybe it's better, I thought, to check on him. So I dragged Veldora and Shion back into town, with
riding Ranga.
The moment I entered the city, the locals and patrol soldiers immediately took
the bent position on the side of the road, forming a path for me to follow. It was all
it is such an expert choreography. I don't know when they're learning
doing so. What's up with that? I was thinking — just to find Diablo
approaching me from the end of the road. He gave me a sincere smile, a full smile
joy, as he exchanged glances with Rigurd.
“Welcome back, Sir Rimuru!”
“It's nice for us to hear your induction into the Octagram!
I'm so happy to see you back here safely!”
I appreciate it from Rigurd and Diablo, yeah, but... really, what's going on here?
But how do you know that I have been crowned a demon lord? That must be the first
there are people who use the term Octagram in this world as well. I should know —
I thought about it myself. The questions keep piling up.
here get the whole town to do this little dance for me?
Starting to feel a little embarrassed about all this, I finally decided to
inquiring. “Simple, Sir Rimuru,” replied the smiling Diablo. “We have
asking Lord Veldora to keep us up-to-date.”
I squinted at Veldora. He immediately shifted his eyes.
Comrade. Come, friend. I don't know what made him guilty yet, but he
guilty of something.
After I put a screw on her a little, Veldora quickly revealed
veracity. Turns out he agreed to play Tempest's informant with
reward three dessert dishes at the next meal — and he withholds
his offer, inform Diablo of everything going on at the Council.
Now it makes sense — why they know about me being a demon lord
and about the name of Octagram that we have adopted. Maybe I should act
as far as praising Diablo for his expertise in data collection. Even if
someone smart enough to consider paying off someone as strong as possible
Veldora, only a select few would dare to give it a try. Of course, Veldorapantas gets a lot of credit for actually agreeing with the nonsense
that, but still, I like this kind of proactive behavior. If all the parties
involved happy, I see no need to play it.
Still is…
“Veldora, do you even need to eat?”
“Omong empty what is it, Rimuru?! It's not a matter of needing to eat or not.
I eat because I want to. You also don't need to eat, right?” Gah!
He's correct. I don't have many legs to stand here. Cooking Skills
Shuna has improved by leaps and bounds lately, and we have a variety of
dessert offered today. We managed to recreate the cream
the puffs I found in the Englesian cafe were perfect, and we even
creating things like custard pudding now. A large number of drinks
available alcohols also contributed to the discovery of tempting snacks
appetites.
I asked Yoshida, the cafe owner, to help in this, develop a recipe
new and so on; he instantly agreed, happy to gain access to the drink
which we made. “Now,” he said happily, “I think I can make
many things I could not do before.” We have prepared
some trial plates for our dining table; Veldora has tried some
of them during the celebration right after I resurrected them, and the result
looks like they really surprised the guy.
Are you sure it should be so easy to approach food like that, Veldora? However
all it takes to make Milim give up on my hands is a little honey...
You know, maybe I could conquer the world with a full kitchen instead
all these military forces.
When I thought about this, Shion and Diablo exchanged words.
“You did act as Sir Rimuru's guardian, right?”
“Of course I do! So thanks for that, now we all know you
not needed as long as I exist. But what about the task given Sir
Rimuru you? ”“Eh-heh-heh-heh-heh... Everything's fine. I meant to tell Sir
Rimuru about it personally. ”
Their smiles did not even reach their eyes; the competition was still strong
as usual, I can see. If I leave them to their devices
on their own, they will do it all day.
“Friend, can you stop it?”
“Ya.” Rigurd nodded. “I'm sure Sir Rimuru is tired. I believe in Haruna
prepare food for you all. We can talk after you
invigorated. ”
Thank you, Rigurd. I love this new atmosphere of authority you share.
So I asked him to take me to the city.
Everyone we passed was all smiling, ready to go into party mode
it is full quickly, but Benimaru and his team are still not back from the mission
them. A full celebration can wait until later. For now, I got
leaning on the knowledge that one thorny problem, at least, has been
unsolvable.
So, I decided to drown in a hot spring bath, enjoy
the food Haruna prepared for me, gave me mental energy, and
then listen to Diablo's report. The battle with Clayman is over
with total victory for me, and it only left the establishment of the kingdom
new Johm and our future disputes with the Western Holy Church are to be faced.
There will be new negotiations to consider soon — with Beast Kingdom of
Eurazania, with the Winged Nation of Fulbrosia, with the Faithful Dragon
worship Milim — but they all seem bound to end
friendship, so no need to worry too much. About them now.
“So,” I asked Diablo when I enjoyed tea after dinner, “apa
what have you done? I'm asking you to destroy the Farmus Kingdom
and put Johm as his new king. If you leave that job
and coming back here, should I assume that means you need more
many resources?”I was back in slime form for the first time in a while,
relax on Shion's lap while I enjoy the roundness ************* above
my head. I think it makes my question sound calmer than it is
i mean. If Diablo needs help, I think someone like Soei
can provide. We have some more leeway for change;
No need to make Diablo take care of himself.
Shion laughed above me, talking about something like, “Oh, I can say
being your tea maker is the ideal job for Diablo, my lord. Allow
myself to conquer that kingdom instead!” Then that is it, but I
disregarded it. I couldn't see himself according to the task. Maybe it was
the way he lent Diablo a favor, but I didn't listen to — and
apparently, it's not necessary.
“No, Mr. Rimuru,” he said while filling my cup, “ no resources
the necessary. Everything went well and according to plan. ”
Drinking tea in the form of slime was a bit difficult, so I decided to lie down
and enjoy the smell as I prepare to receive his report. Ahhhhhh,
Malcom. The happiness that suddenly ends with the next thing that he
tell the.
“First, I returned everything to its original condition. Bring them inside
the shape of the piece of inert meat turned out to be rather, ah, uncomfortable.”
What pieces?! What's he talking about? Shion shivered a little, understanding
my confusion. Wait, is that his interrogation method...? Hoo boy's. Better
turn off my imagination before things get too dangerous. I have been
visiting the interrogation room at once, warning him not to 'go
it's too far' with the three prisoners we're holding there, but. Honestly I am
it doesn't matter if Shion killed them, back then, so I didn't push too much
this problem. It's a little late to regret now, I guess.
A lot of things look uncertain here, but I still have a brave face,
hiding the mess when I pushed Diablo to continue.
The first thing Diablo did, as he obediently explained to
Rimuru, is restoring the archbishop of Reyhiem and the palace witch Razen to
this was done on the way to Farmus, in two carts surrounded by
the team of guards on horseback. Diablo sat with three prisoners in one of the carriages
— well, 'with' is not appropriate, because even though the carriage can accommodate six
passengers are comfortable, Diablo is the only figure seen in the
within it. The other three had been packed inside a box on the floor. Also, pieces of meat
the living.
What Shion does is put them in almost too much shape
terrible to describe, something far removed from anything recognizable
the humans. He has done so in additional small steps to
making sure no one dies, slowly and repeatedly expose the muscles
they were into the outside air, carefully removing the flesh from their bones.
Simply put, Shion uses all three to help her learn how to
filtering humans live-while making sure subjects do not feel the same physical pain
once. It is Master Chef, Shion's unique skill, that drives them
up to the brink of death, only to awaken them with potions
healing so that he could start his research from the beginning.
Scenes and sensations are repeated over and over, seeing their bodies dismantled and
reassembled — everything without pain — destroy all three of them
for eternity. You can see it in their sad expression — when you
being able to see their faces at all, what about all the guts and offal
the one exposed on the street.
Returning them to a Farmus like this, everyone knows, is a bad idea.
So Diablo started devising a solution, if somewhat reluctantly. “What a pain,”
his gerrick. “The laws governing their continued existence have been
it is twisted and bent so that healing magic is hardly
works at all.” But the experience also opened his eyes to
the power of art and other unique skills, something beyond mere magic.
Even with his magic knowledge is quite complete and his rules in the world
this, he had found a new surprise to play with. That makes him happy.
Thus, in the wagon that made its way to Farmus, Diablo succeeded
dispose of the remnants of Shion's power when applied to three prisoners. Reyhem
it was first revived, followed by Razen. Diablo has no order
certain in his mind for this, but when it comes time to deal with
King Edmaris of Farmus, he quit.“Oh, thank you, thank you..!”.
Reyhiem found his voice first.
“But enough about us,” added Razen. “Rajaku... Please, bring my king back to
condition back..”
Diablo valued this blind loyalty with a restless look.
“Ee-hee-hee-hee-hee... You, asking me for help? You understand that
payment for this dear, very dear? ”
There was kindness to her smile — but not the slightest bit of warmth in her eyes.
“Ah... T-no, i..”.
Razen turned pale from fear and regret—
—Then he remembered. Diablo, who was sitting quietly and quietly in front of him, was,
it is not a demon that can be taken lightly. Arch Demon — or really, nothing
approachable as that. The Demon Arch would be a threat, quite a lot of which
it could spell doom for any small country visited. That's how it is
they get their Special A rating, which qualifies for
disaster Status. Their magical powers make a half-hearted attempt to
strive for the magic barrier as they see fit. Their aura's malignancy
it could blow up the entire city's defensive fortifications in a single leap. All of that, all of it,
plus a magic spell that destroys whatever they encounter. Adventurers
whichever does not have a rating of at least A itself does not have
the opportunity to deal with Arch Demon — just standing in front of someone will
losing their lives. Even Razen would hesitate to face it.
But it can't even be compared to Diablo. There was no aura
that came from him at all; he looked just like a human. Just his eyes
the unique. One look, and they are unforgettable, like a golden moon in the middle
deadly night with crimson red line in the middle. That's scary, but
on the contrary, he is no different from others — which means he can walk
penetrate any fort that the city might use to block
if man has an advantage over the devil, it is knowledge and
vigilance. Monsters can also be smart, but the smarter they are, the more
they want to flaunt it — usually in the form of their aura, which they
use as a magiculedriven sort of card. That's what makes the barrier
sensitive to energy spikes is so effective against them. But
what about the monster that hid its aura? The disaster that just happened
show up, halfway? Razen didn't even want to imagine that scenario.
The demon that hit the magic barrier, although regrettable, could at least
anticipated. This will give you time to prop up your army and
launching a counterattack. But if the demon can ignore the barrier
absolutely, anyone can see that it is not a problem to be laughed at.
Any such monster would be arch-demon level or higher. That was
Diablo, one of the first Primal Demons.
But there is something even more terrifying than that. It is a fact that
Diablo, this ancient and terrifying demon, was subject to another master. Master of all
the monster, with its exquisite golden eyes and silver-blue colored hair
it shines so bright that you can almost see through it. Glance, though,
but it has power beyond anyone's recognition. Someone worthy of being called
demon lord's.
His mind was filled with sheer terror as he watched this master slaughter
an army of twenty thousand, but when they met later, he felt
a different emotion. When Razen is taken away as a prisoner of war, the way of the demon
the Lord looked at him... It was like glancing at a pebble on the road. When those golden eyes
seeing it, Razen was practically drunk. It was gone the pain that tormented his body,
fear of imminent death. Then he understood. Exists
things in this world that were never meant to be touched. A voice from
sky blaring, “Don't go to sea.” That must have warned Razen back then.
Don't count on your chances. Against a creature that has a Primal Demon in
among his servants — no wonder your people have fallen. For a demon lord like
that, destroying Farmus with one hand would be too simple.
Razen remembers everything. Regardless of the movement and shock of the car, he
rise up from his chair and kneel before Diablo.
“Of course I understand. But I wish I could. er, that you would.
allow myself to join you even as the lowest servant! I swear that my body, and my soul, is yours to
usable. So please, please pity King Edmaris.”.
He risked all his loyalty to this request. Diablo
greeted him with a calm nod.
“Very good. I guess even a person like You is considered relatively strong by standard
the humans. I'm sure you have your uses. Besides, I have no intention of
kill him unless Sir Rimuru orders me to do so. I
I will be happy to free him for you. But..”
However, if the king wanted to return to the way he remembered himself, he had to
work for it. He needs to be shown to the royal nobility, in the form of
that is terrible as it is now, to show the world that
foolishness directed the bow at Rimuru, Diablo so devoted to her.
Razen waits for Diablo nervously to continue, while Reyhiem
too scared by the oppressive atmosphere to move an inch.
“But I'll let this go just once. Depending on your behavior in
the future, not only the life of your king, but also the breath of that existence
hit the ground Farmus probably snuffed out.”
He's really serious. The will of Diablo — means, the will of Rimuru — must be
followed, or something else. Razen, and Reyhiem, and even King Edmaris in
its open, twisted, boxy shape knows all the intent behind it
that statement. All three are stupid, but they are not idiots. Do they like or
no, they understood Diablo would not hesitate to act on the threat.
The only way they can stay alive, obviously now, is to give Diablo
their full support.
“Of course, sir! Give us every command you seek! We'll work together
with our best ability!”
Reyhiem threw his head close to the floor with an embarrassing kowtow,
mental hair width away from licking Diablo boots.
“You have our loyalty, Milord!”
But Razen has decided. Whether the king is safe is of little importance
now it's. The only thing that makes Farmus, and his royal lineage,
safe all along is Razen's pride in her work. Even Edmaris, in all his sorrow and despair, could see that. Now, Razen has been
leave it — and thus, leave Farmus.
But the king knew it was the best option available. Against the demon lord
it means the destruction of the nation. King Edmaris had two options left: devoting
his loyalty to the devil or tried resistance and was soon quelled. However
a good king is not stupid enough to make the wrong decision at the time
like these. Therefore, for his last official act as the leader of the Kingdom
Farmus, he made the right move.
“As the last king of Farmus,” he said, with a little reluctance but still
loud and clear, “I promise to provide whatever support you
need, Sir Diablo.”
Diablo had the promise of the three of them. At that moment, behind the scenes,
his Tempter skills are doing his job, making sure that each
each will be in his slavery.
“Don't worry,” the demon gently whispered with a smile. “Do what
what I said, and I'll make sure you don't suffer because of it.”
Farmus Land was in a state of mass confusion that day. Their master, the King
Edmaris, has returned in a shocking state.
There, in the audience room of the royal palace, nobles gathered from the nation
flabbergasted. There, on the throne, a box was respectfully placed on top
cushions. In it is a piece of flesh, a mixture of sweet geometry and.
sickening biology with a king's face buried in the middle. It's life, its eyes
a bit glassy when staring out of the box, but still fully conscious.
“Shogo! What madness is this? Why is His Majesty in such a sorry statex?!”
“Listen! Hear that! What about the other two? What happened to
our royal army?”
“Then what about Folgen?! What does our knight captain do?!
How can this happen with Sir Razen watching over the issue?!”
SERIATE.........
