Slime Who Turned into a Demon King
1.Octagrams
“You don't want to, Diablo?” I asked, counting Haruna can always scare
others, but Diablo bowed politely in response. “I pay
my share in exchange for the information I received. No need to worry for myself.”
The honorable lord. A man who holds his word, indeed. In spite of
I don't see why custard deserves to be a big deal. But if that's the
Diablo likes it, more power for him.
“Oh? Alright, alright. Still,” I said, changing the subject, “lucu
how did you get back right in the middle of Walpurgis. We have to go each other
cross paths with each other.”
She left when I left in the middle of the night, after all. I don't think we can
meet each other. But:
“Oh, no, my lord. After I finished threatening King Edmaris and his palace, I
travel across the Farmus countryside to investigate the situation
his finances. I want to make sure I don't ignore anything inside
my plan, but then Sir Veldora ordered myself to return here.”
That sounds, um, important. Veldora got up, almost dropping her seat.
“I, er, I have a task to attend to.”
“Hold there, Veldora.”
I rise quickly, Mehanan Veldora.
“Tu-wait! I can explain!”
“No, you can't! Stop blocking people's work!”
I confiscated the pudding from Veldora's over-diligent hands, ordering Haruna
to relieve him of dessert privileges temporarily
the time. She can cry about everything she wants, but I can't
let this pass. I swear, you can never let your guard down
around the man. Maybe it was a coincidence in the end, what about Veldora
stop by Walpurgis and lend a hand, but it doesn't matter. If I
let this slide in, who knows what crap might turn up in time
subsequent.
Good thing Diablo is capable of handling problems, but what if Veldora
interfered with one of my other friends by his request
selfish? It makes me shudder. The Storm Dragon gave
the order will disrupt the entire chain of command I have been aiming for. That
why I'm so sure he checked with me next time before trying things out
like those.
* * *
Fortunately, Diablo had no other pressing business at Farmus, aside from
peace talks five days from now. He has delegated his authority
to someone else for the rest of the work, so for now he's fine
serving myself. “As your servant,” said, “I can't think to
leaving your side.” It made Shion frown, but I had to
handed him.
So about the peace talks.
“Oh, you think I should also attend?”
“No, Sir, I can handle things pretty well alone.”
I always find it reassuring during high-risk meetings to
having my boss present, but for a person who is already an achiever like Diablo,
that's not necessary. In fact, when he said it, my presence in the palace would
destroying the 'desire to fight' of the nobles — I don't know
exactly what he meant by that, but I'm sure everything's safe in the
for now, at the very least, I feel confident that the entire invasion of Farmus can
put in a cabinet in the niche of my mind.
Then then, everything went exactly as Diablo described it.
All the nobles of the nation gathered at the palace to hold a parliamentary session.
This one was much more intense than the last one, and the king and his ministers
looks very disturbed. Even the members of the anti-royalist contingent looked extremely
depressed, adding electricity in the air.
“We are here today,” king started, “to discuss our campaign for
sent to Tempest. I'm sorry to tell you that the Storm Dragon
annihilate our troops on the battlefield. The only survivors are
Razen, Reyhiem, and myself. We're defeated. ”
The explosive report sent shock waves across the meeting hall. Circumstances
the brutalities in Farmus' affairs, as the king explained, were quite difficult
trusted, but what he had to say next made him debilitating
criticism from the nobles. The expected. After all, he stated that he
will accept the monster's terms and offer war reparations to the
they. with the rhythm of ten thousand stellar.
“It's crazy! One stellar is one hundred gold coins. We'll give them a million
gold?! '
“Why should we pay such a ransom to the hordes of monsters? I
refusing to let this happen to me!”
“And even if we vacate the national treasury, do we even
can I collect that much money?!”
Given the role of gold coins as a kind of physical bond certificate that
traded among countries, most regions rarely have
hundredths. Farmus' land was indeed large, but perhaps they could scare a thousand if
they want. If this is to be paid in ordinary gold coin currency, logistics in
the back of the shipment gave the noble pause understandably. If this is a country that has a formal relationship with them, that debt can be paid with
a wide variety of items, but it was a term they could not offer
to a new country, let alone one run by monsters. Either way, it will
it was a huge blow to the Farmus economy.
Diablo knew that ten thousand stellar was an impossible request. Of course
the nobles will complain about it. For them, who are not
setting foot near the battlefield, they could never really
understand the threat. There is no awareness among them that the future
their nation is at stake.
Because it didn't take long before their complaints turned into
the urge to continue the war.
“Indeed, surrendering to their troops would be absurd. We don't have
assurance that our enemies will honor their promises and keep
their hands from our people.”
“Our only option is to refuse until the bitter end. I'm with
glad to be risking my pride to say that troops
we can easily defeat a dragon that has just awakened!”
“With Veldora as our opponent, the Western Holy Church will not be silent. Myself
imagine the beautiful and talented Hinata will act. ”
“Ah yes, Crusader captain? He was a vixen, who was cold and calculating, he was,
but we can always count on him at times like this. ”
“The Holy Church is known throughout the country for being Veldora's arch-enemy!”
“Don't forget about Heroes.”
“Ah yes, 'Lightspeed' Masayuki from Englesia!”
“Accurate once. The strongest hero of them all, a man who kills
his enemies before them even knew what had happened to them. I'm sure he is
will show Veldora in no time at all that Lightspeed is not just
nickname!”
“Iya! That's spirit! We'll clean up those monsters in an instant
eyes!”
The nobles grow restless, bragging about all the impossible things that will
they accomplish. The goal, for them, is theirs to take their —
just want someone else to take it for them. The royalist ministers
watch started to feel very awkward — it reminds them too much
when the king first told them. Some visible
reddened as they sighed in despair, while the others quietly
think about what their leader felt at the time.
King Edmaris, for his praise, understood what flowed in the minds of the nobles
which he collected. The war hawks were eager to defend
their own interests and no one else. They don't care about
Farmus itself, or the lives or property of the people who live there.
Their supreme and serene confidence comes from the fact that they are not
have the intention to really fight for it.
The king knew it would be like this. The landlords here do not understand yet
reality is all. They did not feel any terror; they were not interested
facing this greatest threat. They just want to stay hidden
in a safe place and get others to deal with it. If it ends
no doubt about it.
But maybe they could get away with sliding like that before. Farmuses
large, its land provides several decisive advantages over its neighbors.
But it's not gonna work now. Putting screws into countries
the nearest will produce nothing - and besides, their enemy is
a disaster-class monster that wiped out an entire army by himself.
The anger of the nobles continued, most of them shouting for the king
the responsible. The royal family must pay compensation from the pocket
they are alone; the demands of monsters must be rejected; the Farmus must prepare themselves
on the one hand, they are not wrong, but they lose important points. Farmus is already
lost most of his internal ability to fight — something that,
maybe they refuse to believe it. When this is shown to them,
some bleached out of fear, while others bravely challenged
affronts. As King Edmaris feared, the nobility refused
to work as a coherent group.
As parliament grew increasingly chaotic, Edward, the king's half-brother and sect leader
the anti-royalist nobility, chose that moment to speak.
“Brother... Your Majesty! Even if you leave the throne, you cannot
avoid your responsibility! Is the king as arrogant as you really are
admit defeat easily?”
“...Edward, listen to me. We're pitted against Veldora, Storm Dragon. Vanity
Me, compared to his tyranny, is just a pile of ashes! You wouldn't
ever see myself willing to face such terror again in my life. Or
if it's a matter of pride for you, will you do
a match? I'm not gonna stop you! But I believe it won't
it produces nothing but blood on your hands. ”
“No, I.. my uncle, if everything you claim is the truth, are you.
not trying to escape the nation alone?”
“There's nowhere to escape, you fool! That's why I
intending to pay money and abdicate.”
Just as he aims to pursue the responsibilities of the king, Edward finds
he was stunned in silence by the power of his brother who was nothing like
ordinarily.
“If I do not abdicate,” continued the king, lowering his voice, “Then Farmus
it will be a colony or a country at war. Are you okay with
that it? That would mark the end of this nation.”
“Ngh... But surrender to the power of this monster.”.
Edward's voice slowed down, his mind still refusing to accept the facts. Him
interrupted by the timid voice of Lord Hellman, speaking just as the hall
meeting becomes silent.“Can I interrupt for a moment? I received these documents in the morning
to day. It's so important to this question that I want to share it
with you all now..”.
He has a declaration from the Blumund kingdom. In it, the nation asserted
re-support for Tempest lands and criticize Farmus's
flunked. In short, it was an attack on Farmus.
“Where does such a small kingdom make courage?!”
“As if they will say anything if we win. They think
they can enjoy the last laugh, right?”
The bad news for the angry nobles did not end there. Ministerial
the trade then reported receiving the same announcement from
The Dwarven Kingdom before. This makes it even the most hardcore of
war hawks objected, their words were getting weaker at the moment.
“Blumund may not be a problem, but if the Armed Nation takes
action, it's a bad sign for us. Do you think King Gazel will
maintaining its neutrality?”
“The problem,” the reason of the earl, “less than that and more power from words
said. As a vital trading partner, it would be very bad for us to make
angry at their king. ”
Dreary silence blankets — meeting hall only to be broken
by a pale-faced soldier who barged into the room with
full speed.
“Sir! We just received an emergency report from the Guild!”
Despite the fact that a top-level legislative meeting is being held, the,
no guards stopped him. It is thanks to the authority that is possessed by
The Secret Vital Emergency Transmission File in his hand. Leading labels make
even the most resisting nobles fell silent. This level of secrecy is only
authorized for Special S-class dangers; the Free Guild had an agreement with
the governments of the world where blocking its delivery is the same crime
serious with treason.“Give it to us,” King Edmaris said flatly. With trembling hands,
the soldier took out a piece of paper from the envelope and slowly read.
“Monster Rimuru, who calls himself the overseer of the Jura Forest, reported
declaring himself a demon lord!”
“What?!”
“Ituu..!”
“This is actually good news, right? Our nation is saved!”
“Yes, the other demon lords will not be happy with this. This Rimuru is very
unheard-of. He would learn the terror that true demon lord brought to the world
soon.”
“But if everything goes well, maybe the other demon lord will
beat Veldora who was beside him!”
Cheers erupted from the nobility as the envoy stopped to take
breaths. What the soldier said next quickly recovered
stillness.
“...We have a statement that, rejecting this declaration, the demon lord Clayman defies
Rimuru — uh, demon lord Rimuru - to duel and lose his life in
process it!” Gasps filled the room.
“...Haaah?”
“Must be..”.
“Where is Carillon, the Beast Master? What happened to Frey, the Queen of Heaven?
Did they let this new person take over the Jura Forest?!”
The surprise is real. Now their enemy was a true demon lord.
But when the nobility questioned what the demons were doing
lord who was adjacent to Jura, the soldier finished reading the affidavit.
“...Regarding Carillon and Frey, they were reported to have left their seats
as a demon lord and agreed to be affiliated with demon lord Milim. The group is in the midst of restructuring itself, its current eight members
call themselves... Octagram!”
The anti-royalists fell silent completely. They know, now, that their enemy, the,
Rimuru is part of this new Octagram. Even the royalists, who were told
about this news earlier, it seemed tense and agitated. No matter how many times
they heard it, the report was so hard to believe that it made
they were silent too.
It seemed that the source for this report was the demon lord himself, all of whom
sign the directive disseminated to the Guild. There's no one
questioning truth. The demon lords were all extremely strong, there was no need
for them to deceive humanity to meet their needs.
In a slow and solemn voice, King Edmaris spoke.
“Did you hear that, everyone? Veldora is a threat, but a monster
this, Rimuru, is another one entirely. A monster that transcends imagination,
that seems to make a short work of demon lord Clayman. Enough already
we arguing? I've already decided. I will abdicate. Stupid to me
to declare this for the sake of our nation, when I have hardly any clue
about the enemies we fight. It was my fault, driven by pure greed.
If only I had taken another approach, maybe they could have been neighbors
which is good for us. ”
By reason of the king, his departure can help to establish a new relationship. Tak
none of the nobles who listened to him voiced disapproval.
Now they understand. The only way forward is to do what
it is said of King Edmaris.
“So, I will leave my post as king.
Edward as my replacement.”
“Brother...!”
“What?!”
