But what did Slime do wrong?

Osamu Dazai came very quickly.

Veldora came along with him.

"Ah, sorry, Dazai."

Rimuru felt a little bit apologetic and guilty.

"Obviously it's Chinese New Year...!"

After all, he had vowed to celebrate the New Year together with his chest, but halfway through the year he ran away, dragging Osamu Dazai to work overtime.

Even if it is capitalism that eats people and does not spit out its bones, it will feel a little bit uneasy when you see the scope of celebrating the New Year with lights and festoons on the road outside.

But Osamu Dazai accepted it well.

Although - it is true that he is very resistant to the existence of "work" whether it was before or now, and he wishes to be as far away from this kind of thing as possible; but that is also to choose the object.

For example, if the boss at work is Mr. Mori's perverted pedophile who is always gloomy, or a government official with a stupid empty head who always wants to intrigue... Osamu Dazai thought, then Wouldn't it be completely understandable not to want to work for that kind of lousy adult?

But if the object of work is replaced by Limulu, it will be completely different!

Osamu Dazai: I will use practical actions to let those goblins understand who is the person Rimuru should believe in and rely on the most!

If Mori Ogai saw this scene, he might be able to cry on the spot.

Actively working Dazai Osamu... If this is said in the port of Maffia, it may be taken as a joke by others.

The double standard is too serious!Dazai-kun!

"So, Limuru needs me urgently...what do you need me to do?"

Standing at the entrance of the station where the cold wind was blowing at night, Osamu Dazai looked at Rimuru who came to pick him up specially, and asked softly.

However, Rimuru seems to have committed a difficult situation.

He tilted his head and thought for a while, and when he raised his eyes again, he had a serious expression on his face: "Dazai."

"Before that... I have some things that I need to tell you first."

"Ok?"

Osamu Dazai tilted his head slightly, staring at Limuru with both eyes, and then pulled the corners of his lips, showing a smile: "Say it, Limuru."

"I'm listening."

Limulu took a deep breath: "That!"

"Actually, I'm not human?"

Osamu Dazai: "Well, I see."

Rimuru: "Hey—are you accepting it like this? Don't you have anything else to say?"

So the young man standing in front of him spread his hands innocently and looked at Limuru with a teasing smile on his face: "Well, what kind of reaction does Limuru want? Can I show it to you?"

Rimuru: "...Forget it, it's okay."

He should have thought earlier that Dazai Osamu is a strange species.

There may indeed be some people who think that "people who are not of my race must have different hearts" and have an extremely unfriendly attitude towards all non-humans, but that person cannot be Dazai Osamu.

Is there any inevitable difference between human beings and other races?

No.

In essence, there is no difference.At least that's true for Osamu Dazai.

not to mention……

A special existence like Limuru is not an ordinary person, wouldn't it be more logical?

As Osamu Dazai thought this way, a dark light flashed in those iris-colored eyes, and then quickly faded away, as if nothing had happened.

"But speaking of it this way, I'm really curious." Osamu Dazai asked softly, with an extremely strong alluring color, "If Limuru is not a human being, what is the prototype?"

He recalled the boy's usual performance, and regarded it as an extremely interesting guessing game, and guessed enthusiastically: "Hmm... a cat? A rabbit? A sparrow?"

But he didn't say a single one, and Limuru shook his head and vetoed it.

"You can't guess—and why is it like this? Don't I deserve a more powerful animal?"

Rimuru complained very dissatisfied.

Osamu Dazai: "Oh..."

He looked intently at Limulu from head to toe, then shook his head and let out a deep sigh: "I can't tell at all."

"After all, no matter how you look at it, Limuru should be a pitiful and cute kind."

Rimuru: "Hey!"

Osamu Dazai, sometimes he is really vicious and outrageous!

"I'm a slime!"

He stopped Dazai Osamu's meaningless guesses, and at the same time waved his hand in the air.

"What we are going to today is the gathering of monsters. I need you to help me find out... Specifically, what kind of agreement should be made with others is the most appropriate."

Osamu Dazai understood.

If this is the case, then it is indeed most appropriate to leave it to him.

After all...he thought about the current members of the Green Clan in his mind.

A Diablo who seems to be on par with Mr. Mori in terms of perversion, a green-painted old cucumber with mind reading skills, and a necromancer who knows he is there but can't see or communicate with him... Now at most add A Veludra who had just been brought back by Rimuru, no matter how he looked at it, was filled with a jaw-dropping aura of a middle school student.

Of these, the most useful, the most able to solve Limuru's problems, and the one who is worth relying on, is indeed the only one left.

Tohsaka Sakura, who was still in elementary school, was directly expelled from consideration by Osamu Dazai.

While Osamu Dazai was having such a sudden change in his thoughts, a six-wheeled thing with burning flames and a human face, which existed like a "carriage", which could be regarded as a living thing, fell from the sky and stopped firmly in front of them. before.

"Get in the car!"

Rimuru was the first to sit on it, and extended an invitation to Osamu Dazai.

If it was someone else who came here, even if it wasn't out of fear, there would still be some fear of the unknown and instinctive vigilance. In short, they would never step forward easily.

However, this person is Dazai Osamu, and the person sitting on the chariot transformed into a monster is not someone else, but a king who has already determined to dedicate his loyalty to him.

If that's the case, there's nothing to hesitate about.

Osamu Dazai held Rimuru's hand, and was about to board that "train", but when he raised his leg, he found himself... unable to move.

Osamu Dazai:? ? ?

What kind of disease is this.

The young man stopped and looked back.

What made him unable to move was a small thing hanging on the trouser leg, because it was the same color as the trousers, and it was night now, so it became logical that he couldn't see clearly for a while.

Osamu Dazai bent down, picked up the ball by the nape of his neck, and found that it was a little black cat not much bigger than the palm of an adult male, blinking a pair of round eyes, raised his head, and opened his mouth , let out a silent cry.

Osamu Dazai shook his hand, and the cat followed suit.

He was a little funny: "Why? Isn't this a dumb cat?"

"Dazai? What are you doing? Hurry up, the train is rushing."

Limulu poked out half of his head from inside the car: "Don't worry, it's very safe. The train is originally a monster specially used for transportation. It's very...safe..."

His voice tightened suddenly, as if someone had strangled his neck.

"Meow--!"

The cat let out an extremely shrill scream, struggled out of Osamu Dazai's hands, jumped up, and rushed towards Rimuru.

It was only at this time that Osamu Dazai saw clearly that this cat... actually had a tail that was forked in two.

The cat's figure elongated in the air, turning into a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy with black hair and snow-skinned skin, green eyes, pointed cat ears on top of his head, and a slender black tail behind him.

He just threw Limuru down on the train couch, buried his head on the boy's neck and rubbed it back and forth.

"It's really Rimuru!"

Limulu raised his hand hesitantly, and patted his back: "Uh, you get up first, don't be like this..."

He paused.

"Cat again."