Slime Who Turned into a Demon King
5.Would They Kill Him To Make Him Silent

“They can, yes, but eventually they will run out of local fuel and fail.

That's why we set it up so you can recharge your energy reserves

magical them.”

As Kaijin said, the area around Tempest has more magicules than one knows what to do, but the closer you are to the West, the less often they exist. It would be a problem if the barrier disappeared without anyone noticing it, so the device was created to produce magic based on the preloaded backup as well.

What is the fuel source? Crystals made of magicules were collected from air— in other words, magic crystals. Normally, these crystals would be an inefficient source of energy to use as fuel. Unlike the magic stones made with the Free Guild's secret technology, the magic crystals were neither uniform nor stable. Turning them into magic energy would cause 90 percent of their magicules to disappear into the atmosphere.

Magic stones are better, and thanks to the Great Sage, we have a fully optimized conversion spell that is driven by inscription magic. It does not require magic crystals at all, as long as the potential output exceeds the energy needed for recovery. The technology we developed back before we could buy all the magic stones we wanted still paid off a lot today.

Now, they reported, they could produce magic with minimum loss, giving the desired effect even with the 10 percent of magic crystals that were normally available for use. What's more, the 90 percent that 'wasted' doesn't disappear forever — he just got back into the air, ready to use again.

As long as the required density was there, it was actually a perpetual motion machine.

So we can use these things in other ways. For example, how about creating a large number of magic crystals, sending them to the Free Guild, and turning them into magic stones? Then we can operate these things more efficiently. However, the most important use is to reduce the Magic density around us. Less density meant several monsters and magical beasts to worry about; fewer large hordes of creatures trampling. The number of unique monsters that might pose a problem for the Gobta team could potentially be reduced to near zero.

Really, an amazing discovery. The perfect match for one of our nation's unique customs. I can imagine a future where we cannot live

without him.

“You know,” Kaijin said cheerfully, “I think we also found a clue in extracting the energy needed to turn it into a magic stone.

For that, we will need some special equipment. It will be too difficult with what we have now, so that's why we are looking for ways to use magic crystals as they are.”

First, they found a way to make crystals from magicules in the air;

Then they developed the technology even further; then they theoretically learned how to make it a magic stone. But while the stones I bought in Englesia helped them a lot, they led Kaijin and Vester to the conclusion that producing our own rock was an uphill climb. I guess I remember hearing that the process required a special plant filled with large-scale equipment. It was complicated, high-level work, and while their theory was successful, applying it was a different matter.

Well, no one deserves to be crazy. If we can use magic crystals, there is no need to rush. In addition, using those crystals for fuel proved much easier than expected, they said. All they had to do was rewrite the formula for the relevant inscription magic, and boom, they had a functioning magic circle.

“Then what's more,” continued Vester happily, this “generator automatic can

produce magic besides barrier!”

Impressively, they can handle a few more spells, despite the restrictions. Just place the relevant magical inscription on the magisteel disk, insert it into the device, and you can do magic for all kinds of things — a little like record player, and you can do magic for all kinds of things, unless it's running on a magic crystal instead of an electrical outlet. I remember telling them about such a media playback device, but I didn't know they were leveraging that knowledge into something like this magic.

If they can shrink it down to CD-player level, maybe we can even make it portable. Or how about the other way around, creating a larger model for tactical level magic deployment? The possibilities seem limitless.

However, for the time being, the generator was rectangular slightly more than three feet on each side and half inside. Kinda big. Weight is also — enough so it needs some serious muscle to be removed. However, if we can store it with magic crystals, there is no need to physically move it at all.

Vester's proposal was to place these devices inside the heavy stones we used to open the highway, setting each one up to maintain a magical barrier. They were able to carefully measure each other's lifespan, having daily patrol teams replace the crystals to keep the barrier running - although no replacement was needed if the local magicule density persisted. As long as nothing goes wrong, the device can only be checked regularly and if not left alone.

It feels like a pretty smart plan for Me — is easy to use and easily adapts to a wide variety of functions. By their calculations, one generator every six miles along the highway will guarantee safe protection throughout the area. We have patrol stations every twelve miles along the way, so it won't add much to the daily duties of patrolmen.

“So how about magic inscription?”

“Heh-heh-heh... Dold has completed the prototype. We will have Kurobe complete the manufacturing process for the generator, so at this point, buddy, we are just waiting for the noble word.”

“My team has mostly completed the education I gave them, so we are holding fewer classes at the moment. I have free time to work together, and I want to continue this work, if possible!”

Vester's eyes burned in anticipation. Research is not enough for him — he wants to see this device humming to himself. For me too. It seems that they can solve our magicule problems while improving the safety of the highway. I see no reason not to add this to our highway planning.

“OK, Vester. I want you to start tomorrow!”

“Give me, Mister!”

He smiled, happy. Glad I can count on him. I intend for the remaining high orcs in the city to help with the installation. The device was very heavy for humans, but only a little for monsters. It would be much more efficient that way.I imagine that adjusting the range of each barrier to fit

with highways probably being the biggest challenge left. Vester laughed at the worry, but before he could detail, the friendly atmosphere shattered.

“Gwaaaaaah-ha-ha-ha! After you finish that network, I can release as much mystical energy as I want!”

“No, you can't, moron! You'd kill half the population if you were

do it!!”

I couldn't help but yell at him for it. I really don't need Veldora's bullshit right now. Vester's smile turned into a worried pale frown.

“I wouldn't suggest that, no,” replied the disturbed Benimaru. “We might be able to handle it, but the other part of town? I doubt it.”

“Indeed,” Shuna added, “even if we move Sir Veldora to another place, the force of the explosion will likely affect us in one way or another.”

Yeah no. Even the tightly shut magicules leaked out made it impossible for most people to be nearby. If he starts firing his mystical powers inexorably, we will be flooded with corpses.

“Aww, but... I've held him for so long... Makes me tired..”

“Face,” I snarl back.

“...But why not arrest you at all, Rimuru?”

Huh huh? Well, why do you think?

“I? I just pushed everything in my stomach. ”

Ever since Rigurd suggested it, I had silenced my mystical powers and pushed it into my Stomach. At this point, it was an instant transfer, preventing everything from leaking at all. Rising to demon lord status increased my Magic reserves slightly, but also increased the Predator to Belzebuth, Lord of Gluttony, who greatly expanded the storage of my Stomach. Thanks to that, I have no desire to unleash my mystical powers at all.

“You must remember,” Diablo advised Me, “that blocking one's mystic power is very difficult. Even Sir Benimaru and his family let a small amount leak. ”

“Ya,” said Veldora, nodding gently. “You are a devout demon, Diablo.

Comeon! Tell Rimuru more about how difficult this is for me!”

Diablo then explained how the demon race was extremely talented in dealing with magic and mystical powers. It gave them perfect control over such power, but even from that perspective, Diablo gave Veldora an A value for effort. With all the energy stored within him, Diablo reasoned, keeping it under control was a giant act.

“Is that true, Veldora?”

“Iya! Yes that! I've been holding it since you taught me how, and I want to blow it up somewhere!”

This, uh, might be a bit of a big deal. He's not set to pop right now, but if we don't take action, we may have a disaster on our hands. If he were to ruin all of that without warning, we would have acres of empty land — and with all these incredibly powerful and dying monsters and creatures en masse, he said, which can lead to the creation of another Charybdis. Talk about your Plan. Whether he meant it or not, Veldora was seen as a great danger to the world for quite a strong reason.

“Good. I'll think about it, so just hold on for a second, okay?”

“Very good. I can still manage that pretty well. But try fast about that!"

Good. Still, it should always be like this? I solved the Magic Density problem, and the bigger one immediately replaced it? I let out a soft breath. You never know what will happen to your life.

Soei had completed her briefing, and before long, so did my other top leaders. But just before I was ready to delay:

“Can I have a floor for a while, Sir Rimuru?” Geld raised his hand, looking worried.

“What's up, Geld? If you want to say something, just go ahead.”

He didn't seem troubled last night. Maybe it has something to do with the guys

magic-born prisoner, the source of all his recent stress. I'd like to help her if I can, but...

“I hope,” she started, “to tell a fellow orc about your ascension to demon lord. Would you if I traveled to my country villages, please,

practicing my Spatial Motion like I do? Everything seems quiet all over the country now, so I might find other comrades interested in serving you.”

Come to think of it, he is so hard working here in this city that I don't think he has time to visit the high orcs villages. I've heard about the improvements he's made to our food situation, but more than that, to be honest I didn't give him much attention. He deserves this, I thought. But:

“Geld, if you find people who want to join us, I want you to send them to this city first.”

“...Why is that, sir?”

“Well, I appreciate your interest in adding your own strength, but I think it's important that they finish their education here before.”

That's my background. High orcs such as Geld can use Mind Communication to instantly increase the speed of work tasks. That is a big advantage for them and one of the reasons why Geld is a major contributor to our cause.

“But we can start working at once... Between building this highway, building Lady Milim's castle, and everything else, you need the manpower you can

move as fast and smoothly as your own arms and legs .

Which, according to Geld's logic, means the more high orcs, the better.

“But..”.

“Geld, I know what you're thinking. Your advice will be the most effective way

efficiently, I won't deny that. But I want you to aim higher.”

“More high?”

“Iya. There is no doubt that Mind Communication is a very useful thing.

This reduces errors, and there is no reason to intentionally turn them off. But if we give preferential treatment only to races who can use it, what happens to prisoners? Are we just going to have them clean the floors and do other menial tasks? ”

“Kita..”.

That suggestion seems to help Geld reach the same conclusion I have. Going forward, we obviously need more workers. That's why we have to train the prisoners now, while things aren't too rushed. That's the business rule that bak— works when you have to; Practice when you don't.

Plus, if I let Geld practice favoritism with her own species, it could lead to all kinds of discrimination that I really don't need around here. I was aiming for a paradise enjoyed by various races, so there was no way I would let that happen. We are at a vital turning point in several ways.“Also, Geld, you really are a talented commander. I thought if I gave you responsibility for this diverse group of magic-born, it would improve your skills even further.”

“I...?!”

“Our construction schedule is full, of course, but there is no need to panic. Just use the experiences you create and lead in your own words. And..”

I took out a piece of paper and handed it to Geld.

“This is...!”

“I want to leave this construction work to you. It's just a basic blueprint, but I'm sure you're up for the task. Are you ready for it?”

“Mr Rimuru ..”

This blueprint is for a giant structure, which I have made here and there in my spare time. I showed it to Milim and the others as well — Frey was impressed by how high it was, while Carillon murmured his approval of the sheer majesty of the thing. Meanwhile, Milim just liked it. This means that all guests staying here will have no problem with

that is. though, this is an investment in the future, as long as it is de facto free for them, so I don't want to hear any complaints.

The building was inspired by what I saw in Englesia and My drive not to forget it. I imagined a skyscraper at the beginning but changed my plan after I thought there was something more original and suitable for this world. That's what I left in Geld's arms.

Not that we are hands off, of course — Geld needs a follow-up from me, lest the job destroy it. My eyes turned to Kaijin; she smiled back. Clever him to take a slime stare. But perhaps I should have this meeting in human form; not everyone can see it easily in ordinary form.

“Give it to us, man. I'll give Geld all the backup he needs, and I'll bring Mildo along as well, so you can ask him

handle your small town planning project, huh?”

“What about your current job?”

“Ah, that's no problem. Our research has calmed down a bit, and we educate the next generation. I thought I was safe leaving town for a while.”

Good. My little worries were swept away by the bigger problem — issues that I was much more excited to overcome. There's no way Geld's gonna screw this up.

“I'm sure you'll be fine. Let me see you handle this and grow stronger than ever. I'd love to talk about things if you have a problem, so don't get too busy about it, okay?”

“T-but...!” Geld looked frozen, his back straight up. “With a job this big, what if I fail..?”.

“It's okay, it's okay! Even if you do, it will still be an important experience for you. No one will die doing this, and it's not like it would be more expensive than an ordinary city if we were damaged, right? We always

can rebuild it.”

He was serious minded, he always tried hard, and he was always responsible for his actions. That's why I have to say it. This had the opposite effect on someone who was more lazy and less motivated than him, but it was just the advice Geld needed at the moment.

“Yes! He's right! I mean, look at me! Last time-“

“Last time you did what, Gobta? Thoughts come to my office later to tell Me in detail?”

“Gehh! Is this all a trap for me?!”

Ugh. Gobta always wanted to show off like that. At least he helped Geld loosen up a bit.

“Heh... Heh-heh-heh-heh. Thank you, Mr. Rimuru. I guess I'm so afraid of failure that I'm letting little details overwhelm Me. Please, allow Me to take this and meet your expectations!”

“Happy to hear it. You've got the job!”

Glad to hear. Geld gave me a fresh smile, his mind clear.

“Why did he get all the attention?” Shion asked clearly jealous.

“That's the right person for the right place,” I replied. “You have your own job, don't you?”

“Ah yes. Cooking!” No, you idiot!

“Mmm... All right, we all have some stuff on our plates, but in your case, I wouldn't say cooking is one of them.”

I'm trying to be as indirect as possible. If he had one job, I thought it would protect me and this city. I mean, he's got his own good points too.

We are all good and bad at different things. No need to panic about that.

“But look, Shion,” said Benimaru, preparing to end the conversation, “you have almost unfair strength, even enough to defeat me depending on the situation. So when I leave, please keep Sir Rimuru safe and sound, okay?”

Our reporting is almost done. I could have finished it there, but while we had the chance, I thought we would listen to updates from Diablo about his own work.

“Alright,” he said respectfully as he started.

His updates on trends around the world and how they affect us are the same as that of Rigurd and Soei. He definitely took the same info, but a little confirmation was always good. Everything is related to establishing Johm's claim to the throne

in the end.

He also told us about Johm, the man who would become king. He had no education on how to act like a noble king, let alone a king, so there was no way he could negotiate directly with all those high births. Instead, Edmaris, the former king, had joined Diablo and was in the midst of giving the man a crash course. Sounds good to me. By watching Diablo, I doubt the former king will try funny things.

Depending on how things are going, it may be neat enough to befriend Edmaris and take advantage of him. That might help Yohm too. So when I listened to Diablo give a brief account of the whole room, I made a mental note to go to see this man Edmaris for Me alone sometime.The new King, who did not surprise anyone, is not, hiding behind the scenes.

“But it will take some time before he moves, right?”

At least a few months, I think, before he can regroup his army and take real action. But Diablo doesn't agree — or at least have answers that are far beyond my own imagination.

“Heh-heh-heh-heh... I wanted this done sooner rather than later, so I took steps that would encourage him to speed it up.”

“Hah?” He smiled at me again. “Do we need to prepare for something?”

“No problem there. I've let Sir Benimaru organize an army that we'll use when the time is right. ”

“Ya,” Benimaru replied casually, “we are all ready to go there. One power that will blend in with the general public and make its presence known, and one power that operates in the shadows. Both are ready for action. Actually the selection process is quite troublesome. Almost everyone volunteered for this mission.”

They all seemed very informal about it, as if they were figuring out what time to meet in the park for a picnic. It's a little more important than that, though,

I thought...

“However,” Diablo said as his smile faded, “There is... I won't call it a problem, but something that worries me a little. I did not report it because it was not worth reporting at the time, but Reyhiem has not

back.”

Ohhh right I think I forgot something. I sent a somewhat directed message to Hinata, and I still haven't received a reply.

“That archbishop we allowed to go to the Holy Church to report to them, right? Did he not make it or something?”

“No, he has reached the capital of Englesian in the company of my agent, a crystal ball in hand. There was a predetermined transportation gate there that led directly to the Church headquarters in the Holy Empire of Lubelius, so he should have arrived safely. ”

The road from Farmus to Englesia is a two-week journey by car, passing along the coast along the way. Adding Lubelius to the trip will add about three more weeks of — but this world has magic. Between the two countries is a pair of transport gates, special magical paths. Traverse one and traverse the alternate dimensions within it, and you can travel from one end to the other in an instant. Only a handful of elites know about these gates, but Reyhiem, as archbishop for a great country, is likely to be one of them. No doubt he also had access; once he entered Englesia, he reportedly headed straight for the capital.

He actually used the gate there. The greater demon called Diablo to follow him said so himself. The city had a barrier on it, so the Greater Demon entering could cause quite a stir, so he only saw Reyhiem enter the gate and report back to Diablo.

“But he hasn't left the capital since?”

“No. We've been watching the city, so we should be briefed as soon as he emerges from there.”.

...but that hasn't happened yet. Reyhiem has to be stuck in the church. I started to fear the worst.

“Did they kill him to keep him quiet, maybe?”