Slime Who Turned into a Demon King
3.New Era

A few days have passed now, after Diablo reported that Reyhiem

it has begun its journey to the Church, but we have not heard a response.

Their reaction was confused, and I could see why. Veldoras

back, and there is a new demon lord in town (i.e., I). Figure out how

dealing with us is not something they can take quickly.

Yes, if they don't react to Me, I don't mind. For now, I

be content with sitting and waiting to see how things shake.

The three Lycanthropeers arrived moments later, along with a deep procession

tens of thousands.

They didn't take as long as I thought. You have to hand it over

to these beastmen and magic-born. Only in terms of their core strength,

no human being can compare to them. With magicules in

this whole world, they could run with magic when physically exhausted and

with their own two feet when the magic runs out. Their marching speed is

several times what can be managed by the troops on Earth — and I spoke

about all of them, getting to the average beastman on the way. They really

bred for war.

I did not see Gabil among them. Maybe he was in the back, I thought, when

Alvis and Sufia came to greet me.

“Hmm? Isn't Phobio here?”

“About it,” Sufia get started. “Phobio stayed behind to take care of the magic-born

the one we caught.” He survives while Geld is at Clayman's palace,

apparently, to make sure no rebellion occurs. In other words,

they pushed boring work on him. Sorry about that, Phobio.

But even if Benimaru has bullied him into that role, we do

need someone under surveillance. We should appreciate him because

work with us instead of pushing responsibility on others.

We are already, at this point, fully prepared to accept this crowd. I have been

work with Kaijin and Kurobe, our manufacturing specialists, to determine

how many people should be assigned in this or that department around the city. These are all volunteers with a great interest in technical work,

but we could only accept so much, so we agreed to arrange

rotating shifts for more popular job details.

It might be a good idea to build some kind of engineering school here, I thought when

we calmly handle all this work. Somewhere where we

can provide instructions throughout the year about what we do. To me

that looks smart.

At the end of the procession, I finally saw Gabil. “I've returned, Sir Rimuru!” Him

screaming from the sky, it doesn't look at all bad to wear.

“Hey, good to see you! You got a good effort in the battle, I heard.”

“No, no, I still have a lot to learn. Sir Middray, under Lady's service

Milim, practically making me unrecognizable!”

Ah yes, that dragon with crazy strength. Benimaru also mentioned it.

“Yes, well, if she adores Milim, she definitely likes to fight, no doubt. You

not a coward — maybe you're not used to your new strength

develope. You have time to go.”

I'm not sure if this comforts her, but I keep saying it. She didn't

looks too sad, so I'm sure he feels the same way.

“Ha! I, Gabil, am ready to exert every effort to live up to expectations

your Majesty, Sir Rimuru!”

That statement, and that smile, is the proof I need.

After I said my haloku to his entire army, he suddenly recalled

a piece of paper he took out of his pocket to show me.

“What is this?”

“I received this from Lady Milim, My Lord. He told me to

give it to you.” Whatisthis? Nothing good, I'm sure. He mentioned stopping by again when we

say goodbye after Walpurgis Council. But of course, there's a scribble

his childishness, which was written carelessly on paper.

It's Milim! Next time I visit, I'll bring along some people who

I can't seem to leave myself alone. I want you to teach them

everything you need to know about cooking. This is a request that

urgent, so I thought I'd ask my friend Rimuru for help !!! Plead

Please Please!!!!!

The urgency must have come through the message. This hanging thing; did he speak

about Dragon Faithful?

“Eh, did he tell you what this is about?”

“Slightly. I met a member of the Dragon Faithful named Sir Hermes when

I was there, and he was good enough to discuss internal work

his followers with Me.”

The way Gabil describes it, Hermes seems to have quite a head

good on his shoulders. Not at all battle-obsessed like Middray; more

from a free spirit, one who had traveled to the Dwarven Kingdom

and Western Nations.

Being inside the Faithful Dragon, as he explained to Gabil, means

a frugal life. “He claims that the food they serve to

Lady Milim is not cooked or prepared in any way. Maybe they

share your taste with us. I never enjoy fish that are not

best when eaten raw, you know.”

I'm not so sure you guys have much in common, Gabil. Digestive system

Lizardmen were probably built that way. But they know about

prepare food, or at least smoke it, and they have

some of the non-fish staples they enjoy as well. In the meantime for

Dragon Faithful, it seemed like they had never heard of the same cooking concept

once. I doubt they eat raw meat all day, but what preparation

what they do is to avoid contamination and

not more. “Uh... okay? I think dragons have the same taste as humans. ”

“We do, sir, we do! Thanks to my great evolution, I have

acquire the most amazing and expert set of tastes. All food is bland

from my pale lizardman compared to the plethora of pleasures

now I can taste!”

“Yes, I'll bet. So when you eat good food, you know how

you want to eat it again later? ”

Gabil nodded wisely, growing more and more excited. “Yes... Yeah, now

I see your point! This is Sir Hermes' way of dispelling tradition

Dragon Faithful is forever, isn't it? ”

Maybe yes. Traditionally or not, I can read Milim's mind enough

effortlessly. However, if they worshiped him as a god, why would they intentionally

ignore wills? It's kind of, um, blasphemous, isn't it? Then why

Milim can't just chat about this with them alone? Possibly,

in his own unique way, he did not want to disturb their calmness.

He knew they were only acting out of goodwill, so he persevered with

treatment without complaining.

“Then, we should give them all the royal treatment, right?”

“Oh, of course! Good idea, I guess!”

We must remain relaxed, indifferent, making sure we do not act all high

and mighty. Then they can naturally observe, and learn, what

make Milim happy. That sounds like a tougher mission than the one

I'm thinking. Better gather my team and discuss it later.

So I instructed Gabil to return to his research in the cave. Vesters

trying hard there at the moment, but we still don't have enough teams

large. The crew that lost Gabil must have been a huge blow to progress

them.

“Good. I'll go, then!”

Yep. We will also consider a gift for you at our conference

next, so I want you to attend.”

“Yes, Milord!”

Pride filled Gabil's face as he flew. He must have just remembered that I

pointing it to the leadership of Tempest earlier.

A month has passed since Walpurgis, and with all the new people, everything

things are going fast around town. In the middle of it, Geld finally

back with Spatial Motioned. It was the first time I saw him inside

for a moment, and he looked very disappointed.

“I... glad to see you again, Geld.”

He sighed at my pensive greeting. “I must say, Sir

Rimuru, I'm looking at you more often now.”

“Wah! Where did it come from?”

No one doubted the respect in his voice as he turned away

his eyes are tired of me. I haven't done anything noticed recently

this is new, so I don't know what he's talking about. What happened to him inside

a few weeks?

“Good..”.

To me, the story Geld has is a classic tale of incompetence

new employee. He has organized the prisoners into groups, he said,

deploy them to these or that allied forces. Many walk with

good. Afterwards, he praised this troop in the midst of the survey work and

clearing their land, but certain problems were quickly discovered.

High orcs have no problem using Mind Communications to

chat with each other, work as a team even in silence,

but we need a different plan with that magic-born mix

get involved here. Verbal instructions are incomprehensible — and besides, many of the main staff, including Geld, are not so great at making themselves clear. Was

one thing to be able to do something, but another thing to explain it with

clear and clear to others. Many craftsmen like him faced problems

that same.

This means that people are as efficient as Geld and his team, things fall apart when people

others involved. The result frustrated him. Magic-born is not

great fans are often ruled, so even if you're careful

show them what to do firsthand, many of them

those who are not interested in imitating your actions gently. Those who,

as Geld said, it still did not meet its quality. I can see

that's. More people does not always mean a better job. Collect

a bunch of idiots, and all you have is a horde in your hands. That

why education is so important.

“Show them, convince them, let them try, and praise them

they — only at that time someone will be moved.”

It was a quote from Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto, the commander of the Navy

The Japanese Empire during World War II, and it's something I think every

people in leadership positions need to take heart. This is with the summarizing member

difficulty leading and teaching people, and it also shows that people

find true pride and meaning in their work only when

recognized by others.

Listening to Geld's grunts reminded me of more moments

painful from my office work, in my previous life. Workman

who never listens to you, the people on the stairs who try

hiding their mistakes, the boss who is trying to push the blame on the

someone else. It was not wine and roses for me then and there. Many memories

it's beautiful too, but for me to start from the bad, and I can go all the way

nightly.

Yet every time I get it is so rude:

“Alright, Geld! Let's drink!”

I patted her shoulder. Appreciating the staff for hard work is part of

any boss's job, and one way to do it is by

let them vent their grievances and settle all that

it's in their system. I need to pay special attention to Geld, please,

and so we drank all night, while Geld channeled all the flavors

his pain and worries and I listened carefully.

I plan to gather leadership for the conference the next day

the next morning — but before that, I called Hakuro for a private chat,

contacted him through Mind Communications the night before. I

travel to his place of residence at sunrise.

“Sir Rimuru,” he greeted Me, almost choked with emotion, “come personally

to see Me..” He doesn't look as tired as Geld.

“Sorry to put you through all this tiring work.”

“Oh, not at all, not at all. We have been screening the prisoners

now, so my work is almost done. I have to say, Geld is far away

worse. I finished transferring leadership last night, so no need for

I'm to go back there, at least.”

“Geld... Yeah, looks like he's tough. After I contacted you yesterday, he and I

drink a little while, and it seems like he's thinking about it a lot, you know? Like, like,

until now he could only turn off his brain and focus on his work,

but directing prisoners at work is a big challenge for him.”

“Indeed. He would be easier if he was willing to compromise on matters,

but he was always too serious for that. ”

As Hakuro explained, it would be easy to use the power to

bind this motley group of magic-borns, forcing them to

following orders. But if you do that, you cannot expect

high-quality work out of it. You have to settle here and there, and as

craftsmen, those results were not enough to satisfy Geld.

“I have something else to report to you, Sir Rimuru.

But for Hakuro, it was Geld's problem. He turned towards me.

“What is it?” My toot.

“Clayman, as you know, reigns over what is referred to as the Puppet

Nation of Dhistav, a country where the majority of people are in the slave class.

These were all dark elves, no other species, and over a thousand of them

assigned to maintain and manage the castle land alone. ”

“Good. So I see?”

“Yeah... As they explained to me, Dhistav used to be home to a kingdom

elves..”.

The elves? The inhabitants of the Sorcerous Dynasty of Thalion are descended from Elves, too, right?

Are there the same ancestors here? Maybe not — we talk to very

well, geographically wise.

“...It was quite incredible, some ruins of elves remained on the ground. Dark elves

they describe themselves as the guardians of their graves. ”

“Oh?”

Gravekeeper? What kind of grave? Elves has a life expectancy of some kind

who knows how long, besides.

“So, you said there are well-guarded and untouched ruins

from an ancient kingdom that just lay around?”

This is big news for me. Ruins like this are scattered all over the world,

it is often invaded by hunter-gatherer adventurers who make hunts

treasure of their work. Most of them are not having fun

thrilled. Only a few precious ruins have been found at all, and

which was taken clean some time ago. But if there is a possibility

new ruins to explore and exploit...

“Hakuro, I classify this discovery as a state secret. Don't

tell anyone about this for a while — don't let me

go there and survey yourself.”

“Yes, My Lord,” he said slowly, nodding. He must understand how important things are

these.

If I had to guess, Clayman earned a lot of his fortune from things that

found on these sites. It's definitely. That would explain all the Artifacts and objects

the magic thing Geld told me was saved. But does that mean

we gotta... You know, take over?

I decided to postpone the assessment for now. The secret seems to

safe with dark elves; word will not come out unless we want it. This

it was the demon lord territory, a forbidden land that no one dared to go to

adventurer. Better go slowly to these ancient ruins — try

overextending ourselves to all of them at the same time

it might backfire.

Everyone is now sitting in our main meeting room. I surveyed

they're all from a custom-made Slime I chair.

“Um, correct. Hello everybody. As some of you already know, I have

promoted to demon lord!”

“““Happy!!”””

They all shouted their words to me, glad and glad

they know it or not. I'm just as happy. I survived a great storm.

“It was a long journey, indeed, yes,” Rigurd observed, “but we

finally succeeded.” Uh, Rigurd, it hasn't even been two years since we met, has it?

Rigur, meanwhile, was crying like a baby. “Truly astounding! Saw

our leader being a demon lord made me filled with emotions... ”

Shion sneered at the crowd like this all was bound to happen. “This is the beginning of

new era for Sir Rimuru!”

But really, it was an emotional time for me. The only problem that

what remains is basically the Western Holy Church. If I can handle it, I will

it was easy to create the ideal environment I was looking for.

Full of confidence, I continued my briefing, discussing what we were

decide on Walpurgis.

“Ah, correct. I did not mention this, but it was decided that I was

the official ruler of the entire Jura Forest region. I don't think this has changed much, because

it's been like that for a while. It just means that, you know, if

someone raiding the forest — not those who will do it — we will

fight back with my own name. Also, should we officially

declare our right to this territory, do you think? Or are we safe

just leave it for now? ”

As I spoke, my leadership appearance became even more nervous. Some

they seem very frightened. Whahuh? Did I say something that

lousy?

“U... Whole forest? Really? ”

“Uh, yeah? ”I reply to Rigurd.

“Are you serious?” Benimaru. “Includes all those across

river?”

“Errrr, maybe?”

He was referring to the Great Ameld River that flowed through the forest, dividing it

in two. The other side borders the land under the influence of the Eastern Empire, where

we still have little or nothing to do.

“Is that a problem?” My toot.

“Not a problem for us,” replied Benimaru after some thought, “But I

not believing the area that passed through the river was considered a dryad domain. As far as

this, Mr. Rimuru, you are recognized as the overseer of only those lands that have been

built by dryad himself. For the inhabitants across the river, the coming

the new demon lord would likely prove to be extremely dizzying. ”

He smiles all the time — enjoys the thought of slashing at every faction

rebels there, no doubt. That's. um. Bad idea.

“If you ask me,” Kaijin denied, “ini is a development that

marvellously. The Demon Lord officially agrees that you have the right to all

the natural resources of the forest, if I understand this correctly. This includes anything

which anyone took from him, on the other hand. That's great news, guys!”

It seems like he read my mind. He's correct. At first it didn't feel like anything

it is large, but potentially explosive. As Kaijin explained to me,

people have been harvesting forest resources secretly for a while

time now. The dryads are willing to let it go to some extent, but

given the general state of lawlessness passing through the Great Ameld, it is a matter of

it is common for people to take wood or produce or anything else from

Jura to the Dwarven Kingdom, making a living from selling. There is no regional authority

to ask permission, there is no stopping them — but now, if

they want to do that or live in the woods, they need

my approval, and they have to march here to get it.

“U... Oh shit, does this mean we'll get more people here?”

“I think so,” said Shuna, a calm smile on her face. “Now you are

approved demon lord, anyone who fails to come here and swear allegiance

you can be officially labeled as a rebel.”

His opinion should be shared by many Tempest, I think. But why

need a permit after who knows how many years to stay here? That sounds

it is like unnecessary bureaucracy.

“Well, why worry about that now? I mean, if they've

become a forest dweller.”.

“No, no,” reply Rigurd, “demon lord, in a certain way, is a projection

pure power. It's something to be proud of. To a goblin, you

understand, a magic-born with a high magic level is something of

divine presence. ”

“That's right,” Gabil added. “Some of these uncontacted residents

maybe seek protection from the demon lord; someone else can move on

without acknowledging your authority. They have the right to make their own decisions. But even among the lizardmen I used to be with,

the protection of the demon lord would be a literal gift from the gods. Oppose one

unthinkable; Ignoring one, the height of ignorance. Compared

with the risk of angering the local demon lord, it would be a common thing

for them to come and greet you instead. ”

Yet as Shuna said, failing to acknowledge I can even make

You're suspected. If you get attacked for it, you have no right to complain.

Not that I want that, though. So besides, what if you were

a monster who has never heard of me before? How you

knew it?

“At the very least,” said Gabil, “lizardmen came to see you, I assure you. My father

been informed of your ascension!” Wait for. When did they decide to

did that?

“You mean Abil? She's coming?”

“She is! He told Lady Shion about it as well. Ah, he's counting the days

before he can see you in all your demonic glory for himself!”

It's starting to sound big. Very large. Lizardmen are one of the sized races

it was big in the entire Jura Forest. If they take the pilgrimage to see Me as

a gift, I assume that there is no need to say more species

weak of them. But I'm sure the process will be mediocre for anyone

who are familiar with Me, but if not, they may appear at my door

trembling fear. I just look like the latest local despotic to them;

They may panic over making one wrong move and being annihilated or

anything. Maybe there's something we can do to make the whole process

this is more... cold?

Even so ...

“Ha ha! I'm sure Sir Rimuru didn't expect anything more!”

I peeked towards Shion who looked victorious. If he knew Gabil's father would

appear, why didn't he tell me? But I really don't

appreciate that smile on his face. He doesn't care about visitors

these. I swear, he looks like the perfect executive secretary on the outside, though,

but if you want him to actually do the job, forget it.