But what did Slime do wrong?

Even before Limuru said that he was the "King", even when he appeared in front of everyone for the first time, Limuru already had a huge body that made people couldn't help but look sideways. magic……

But Limuru looked too young and harmless, so they never thought that the other party would be like this——

It will be like this, a king with such a look and demeanor.

Compared with his appearance of only twelve or thirteen years old, he was really far behind.

Ifrit stayed obediently in front of Limulu, the flames all around her seemed so docile, she couldn't see at all the high flames that could span the entire river and leave behind a sea of ​​flames. Come in the form of an elf.

It was a gesture of unreserved surrender.

Irisviel's brows moved inconspicuously, and then she stretched out her hand and pressed her chest, as if feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Alice Phil?"

Artoria has been standing by her side all the time, and she noticed something wrong with Irisviel almost immediately, so she looked over worriedly,

"Are you OK?"

"……It's ok."

Irisviel shook her head, and showed her a comforting smile, "It's not a big deal."

But in fact, only Irisviel knew in her heart that this was actually because with Caster's exit, two whole heroic spirits had been "recycled" into her little Holy Grail.

Therefore, as the container of the Lesser Holy Grail, Irisviel will inevitably be affected.

The most obvious thing is that in her body, the function of being a "human being" is gradually fading away, and the part that is used as a "container" and "device" is gradually replacing it. Individually dominant.

It is conceivable that with the passage of time, when the Heroic Spirits leave the scene one after another, Irisviel's form of existence must also change along with it, until finally she completely degenerates...or in other words, transforms into the appearance of the Lesser Holy Grail , and then use it as a channel to connect to the existence of the Great Holy Grail.

Hey, wait?

Irisviel's beautiful eyes blinked.

Why are there two?

They already knew about the deceit laid by Assassin before. The other party didn't actually withdraw from the Holy Grail War, but just shifted his own existence from the light to the darkness.

So the so-called "Assassin" spirit bases that Irisviel collected were actually nothing more than such a thin and pitiful trace of power.

Then the problem is coming.

Who is the other spiritual foundation she has adopted?

Which heroic spirit quietly withdrew from this Holy Grail War? !

This question is actually not difficult to solve by using the method of elimination.

Saber, Lancer, Rider, and Archer are all here, and if Caster, who was confirmed to have recovered the spirit foundation, is subtracted, the rest are Berserker and Assassin.

And the little bit of Assassin's spirit base that Irisviel took in is still staying there!

So the answer to the question is obvious. It is Berserker who left the stage.

It was the Berserker who first provoked Archer and then retreated, and then showed superb martial arts in the battle with Saber.

But how?Irisviel covered her mouth and thought, they obviously didn't receive any relevant news, who exactly and for what purpose repelled Berserker?

There were so many doubts in her heart, but Irisviel understood to some extent that those shouldn't be the things she said now, so she put it aside for the time being.

This matter seems to have come to an end just like that, and the sky has begun to dawn. This night, which has many things happened, is too long and has a huge amount of information, seems to be passing like this.

However, when everyone was about to break up, Iskandar didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly proposed: "Hey, I said, it's rare that so many kings gather together, why don't we hold a king's event?" Let's have a banquet!"

As he said, this time the Holy Grail War, the number of kings gathered here is really quite a lot.

Arthur Pendragon, the eternal miracle king of Britain, Alexander the Great, the king of conquerors who left the footprints of his iron cavalry in the course of world history, is the oldest hero and king Gilgamesh in the known records of mankind.

as well as.

This comes from outside the world, although it looks like a child, but it has a power that cannot be ignored, the king of monsters.

Only a special existence like the Holy Grail War can gather so many famous kings together like this, and stage such a miracle like the most magnificent epic.

Iskandar's proposal was so interesting that Gilgamesh, who thought he was not interested in the struggle of the ants below and their gardener's work, could not help but cast his attention in this direction. force.

"That's arrogance, bastard."

This arrogant king said so, but judging from his expression, he was not completely uninterested in this matter.

"However, in view of the fact that this proposal is still interesting - I agree with you, let me just tell you what you plan to do, Rider."

To be honest, Gilgamesh's attitude is a little too arrogant, even if he is the best-tempered person, he will be blown up by his constant face-to-face targeting.

But Rider is actually broad-minded, even if it is such a Gilgamesh, he can actually start a conversation with the other party calmly.

"That's right!" Iskandar laughed loudly, "Let's explain the concept of each being kings, look at each other's [measures] as kings, and see who is more qualified to include the Holy Grail in your collection."

Rimuru: "Ah no... I'm not that interested in that Holy Grail..."

With the existence of the King of Wisdom, Limuru somewhat understood the magical effect of the Holy Grail, which was looted by the heroic spirits as the final reward.

——The omnipotent wishing machine that claims to be able to grant any wish.

If it is such a reward, then it does have the capital that can make people flock to it.

It's a pity that for Limuru, it still doesn't make much sense.

He doesn't have any wish that can't be fulfilled, and he has to rely on others to achieve it. It's better to say that Limulu doesn't have any big desires, and the question he considers the most is how to live a peaceful life in the Demon Kingdom Federation. The level of modern times is almost the same-especially in terms of eating and drinking.

Therefore, the holy grail that has been crazily sought after is really just a special cup in Limulu's place.

Oh, and possibly the whole lot of hassle that comes with this mug.

So he didn't want it, but he really didn't want it, not a superficial modesty.

But of course Iskandar can't just let him go like this... Rather, the existence of Limuru is too mysterious. If there is such a chance to inquire about the other party's information, no matter who it is, it should be I don't want to let it go like this.

"No, the Holy Grail is not the point, [Measurement] is the theme of this king's banquet!"

Iskandar drew out the dagger from his waist, and raised it towards the sky with a bright expression on his face.

"Collision our ways of kingship with each other, and show other kings our ways of being kings in the form of questions and answers—hey, boy, let me say, you are also a king, right?"

Limulu replied subconsciously: "Of course."

Regardless of whether it is his original wish to become the devil king, there is no doubt that he is indeed the king of all devils, and he is loved, obeyed and admired.

And at the moment when he answered the King of Conquerors, Rimuru also understood what the other party meant.

Yes.

What is standing here now is not an individual named Limulu Tempest, but the king of the Demon Kingdom Federation.

His words and deeds represent his country and his people—even though this is a different world that has nothing to do with their world.

He couldn't refuse this banquet, and he should even attend it with his chest held high.

Because from this moment on, Limuru will not only represent herself.

The Demon Kingdom Federation does not exist in this world, so what kind of appearance he, the king, will be, and what the world's impression of the Demon Kingdom Federation will be.

Limulu may not care about other people's evaluation of him, but he has always wanted to disappoint those subordinates who believe in him devoutly and firmly, and who have dedicated all their loyalty to him.

They say that he is the beacon and direction of progress, their belief and king, but why are they not his driving force?

Not to mention, that was a country that he had spent countless efforts and experiences, watching a little bit of building from scratch.

"Ah, your move is really too much..."

The boy lifted off the mask on his face, revealing that small and delicate face, one side of his cheek was bulging, and he looked at Iskandar.

Doesn't this give him the right to refuse at all? !

A little helplessness flashed through Limulu's eyes, and finally he let out a long, long sigh.

"I see! . . . I'll go."

——as a king.