But what did Slime do wrong?

Iskandar agrees with Rimuru's statement.

Rather, this king who once led his iron cavalry across the three continents of Europe, Asia and Africa, divided everything in sight into his own territory, and has the praise and achievements of Dobby Stars has such a A strong and tolerant heart is not surprised by this little "little problem" in Limulu.

On the contrary, when Limuru showed his qualities as a "King", Iskandar recognized him.

Admitting that even if the other party is just the worst monster, it also has the qualification to drink with them at the same height as the famous kings of the ancient times.

They are both kings, regardless of high or low.

This banquet borrowed the vast back garden of the Einzbern family, and the moonlight tonight was so bright that it could clearly illuminate everything around it, coating it with a layer of silvery brilliance.

Rimuru nodded towards Diablo, and after telling him to take care of Matou Sakura, he walked towards the center where the three kings gathered.

He sat cross-legged across from Iskandar, with Artoria and Gilgamesh beside him.

"Oh! You look very young, are you old enough to drink?"

Iskandar winked at Rimuru.

"Of course I can drink!"

Rimuru raised her chin.

It's a pity that, as the youngest person in the audience except for Matou Sakura, he has no deterrent effect at all. It can only make people feel proud and cute: "Really, don't judge others by their appearance. Age!"

Judging strengths and weaknesses easily based on appearance—this is a mistake only humans can make.

The essence of monsters is a relationship between the weak and the strong. The weak will absolutely obey the strong. Even a slime that looks harmless to humans and animals may be the king of demons at the level of natural disasters.

"Hahaha! Good!"

Upon hearing this, Iskandar stuffed the wine vessel in Limuru's hand.

"Emmmm..." Limuru pondered for a moment, a little unbelievable, "This is not a utensil for drinking at all, is it? —— Isn't it that they don't even use cups?"

"Oh?" Iskandar didn't feel embarrassed, "So this is not for drinking? I thought it was a unique wine vessel in this country!"

Rimuru, who has been Japanese for nearly 40 years in her previous life, said: "...No, I'm sure it's absolutely not!"

Please drink from normal glasses, please!

Maybe he heard Limuru's heartfelt thoughts, or maybe even Gilgamesh himself can't tolerate this kind of behavior, um, everyone shares this kind of thing, which is not a drinking vessel, and it is possible to think a little more It was Gilgamesh who didn't like the liquor Iskandar brought.

In short, this picky king raised his hand while picking and choosing with his usual arrogance and a poisonous tongue that could fill up all the hatred points, and a golden vortex emerged out of thin air.

It's just that this time, unlike before, no weapons appeared from the vortex, but a wine jug made of gold and precious stones, and four equally exquisite and gorgeous wine glasses fell down.

"Hmph, let me teach you what is called a beautiful bar."

If it was placed at any other time, Gilgamesh's attitude would inevitably attract the siege of other people; but this time is the only exception, because they can all smell the smell coming from the golden bottle. Comes with a strong bouquet.

And in front of such good wine, all of them turned a blind eye to Gilgamesh's bad attitude for the time being.

In fact, Limuru can also take out the things stored in his stomach, of course there is no shortage of fine wine.

However, compared with the treasures that have been fermented for thousands of years in the hands of Gilgamesh, those still pale in comparison, so Limuru simply does not seek shame.

"This is really a rare wine, Archer."

After tasting it, Iskandar praised it without hesitation.

Gilgamesh shook the wine glass in his hand nonchalantly, lowered his eyes casually: "Hmph, of course."

"What can be taken out of this king's treasury is naturally something to see."

Iskandar laughed loudly: "Oh, speaking of it this way, I'm eager to touch your treasure house, Archer."

"Don't let me find a chance...to loot your treasure house."

[Teacher King of Wisdom!This wine is delicious! ]

Limulu didn't participate in the deeper meaning hidden in the conversation between them, but twitched like a hamster...

He is not a person who has never enjoyed good wine, but even the good wine brewed by the elf girl, after all, has less time to ferment, and it is always a treasure that Gilgamesh brought out.

Rimuru is not a participant in the Holy Grail War, and he has no intention of the cup that claims to be able to fulfill all wishes. Therefore, although the three kings beside him started their discussion on the "royal way" with wine, Limuru He didn't participate in it either, just holding the wine bottle, as if he wanted to bury himself in it.

After this village, there may be no such shop!He wants to drink more!

Anyway, he was resistant to alcohol, so as long as Limuru didn't remove it by himself, he wouldn't be able to get drunk.

come!drink!Let's see who gets drunk in the end!

Limuru thought quite proudly.

But this wine is obviously not for nothing.

At a certain moment, Limuru was slapped on the back by Iskandar without warning: "Don't just drink, Limuru!"

What Limulu responded to him was a series of earth-shattering coughs: "Ahem, cough, cough!"

"choke, choke!"

While calming himself down, Limulu glared at the culprit who caused all this. Unfortunately, his face really didn't bring any deterrence, and there were still physiological tears hanging from the corners of his eyes. It just looks pitiful and cute.

"Pfft, cough cough, what are you doing, Rider?"

Limuru puffed her cheeks and asked angrily.

"Don't just focus on drinking!" Iskandar said, "Just now, whether it's me, Saber, or Archer, all have explained their way to be king."

"However, the three of us are not all the kings here today."

His pair of ocher red eyes looked straight at Rimuru.

"Since you are the king of a country, let's talk a little bit about it? About your... kingly way?"

Rimuru: "...Ah."

What are you talking about?

"Royal way?" Limulu blinked, "I don't have that kind of thing..."

His words attracted the attention of everyone else present.

"Why, aren't you a king too?" Gilgamesh put down the golden cup in his hand and rolled his eyelids, "Then, as a king, you should have some regulations on how to lead your people, right? "

But this question made Limuru really hesitate.

"Ah, although it is true that he is called a king and has his own country and people..."

"But actually, I don't have any requirements for them."

Limulu said: "Everyone gathers around me because they are willing to trust me. I rarely restrict them, and I will not interfere with what they want to do."

Rimuru doesn't even think he is a qualified king.

"If I have to say..."

Rimuru pondered for a moment.

"Then it should be—although I don't care about those disputes, and I don't care who controls this world and who controls it. However, since they follow me, since they are willing to entrust all their precious trust to me , then I will do everything possible to live up to this trust and expectation."

"I will protect them. I will protect them."

At this moment, this young man who really looks like a very small one has an invisible and huge aura on him.

"If this can be regarded as the kingly way...then, this is my kingly way."

Gilgamesh let out an extremely loud chuckle, while Iskandar put down the wine glass in his hand, and made a very crisp sound when it collided with the ground.

"No, this is not allowed."

Iskandar said.

"You and this little girl made the same mistake."

Rimuru: "Huh?"

He looked at Artoria on his right hand in a daze and puzzled way, and then turned his head to look at Iskandar: "...wrong?"

"Yes." Iskandar folded his arms around his chest and nodded, "If you do this, isn't it equivalent to carrying all your expectations by yourself?"

"Your country, presumably because of your existence, is it able to exist? So what would this country be like without you?"

"The country should be the king's country, not the king's servant bound by the country!"

"I'm not bound."

Rimuru couldn't help but refute.

"I just don't want to live up to their expectations."

In fact, Limulu is a person who can't refuse the expectations and requests of others. In many cases, he is even a little too gentle, lacking the kindness and power that a king should have, killing and punishing.

but.

That doesn't prevent him from sitting on the four seas and intersecting all nations.

At this time, Diablo, who was supposed to be waiting outside, stepped in forcefully.

"Master Rimuru is naturally our king. There is no need to question this point, and no one can allow others to refute it."

The original demon raised his eyes.

In their world, there are not many people who love and respect Rimuru, but even so, Diablo must be the most fanatical among them.

You don't even know... what a magnificent miracle Master Limuru is!

The demon held out his hand.

The black mist swirled around in his hands, and then exploded suddenly at a certain moment, enveloping the entire area around him and becoming a special domain.

The heroic spirits who were wrapped and accommodated in it couldn't help being a little wary, because Diablo didn't really seem like he was trying to be kind to others.

"Hey, Diablo..."

Limulu yelled, and the demon standing in the dark realm full of evil turned around when he heard the sound, and when he looked at him, there was constant fanaticism and admiration in the golden pupil.

"Please rest assured, Master Limuru." The devil said, "Of course I won't do anything to embarrass you."

"I just want to invite you to take a look at your great achievements."

Rimuru: "Huh?"

Demons are originally existences in the spiritual world, and they can only appear in the material world after they are summoned and endowed with entities.

So now, when [Original Black] Diablo, one of the oldest seven demons, just wants to extract pictures from his own memory and display them, it is not difficult for him.

As a result, what appeared before his eyes was a scene so magnificent that all the well-informed kings present couldn't help being amazed and admiring.

It was a completely different development track from this world, a world where mystery still existed. Hundreds of races lived together on the land, and magic became a part of daily life.

The dragon spreads its wings and calls the storm to soar into the sky, and the elves live in the forest for a long time, plucking strings and singing songs with bare hands.

Different countries, different races, different beliefs, different customs, but they all live under the same sky.

then.

They saw a country emerging from nothing in the depths of the jungle, which was regarded as a "forbidden land".

Goblins wander and hunt, dragonmen patrol and inspect; ghosts are the sharpest blades that open up territories; under the hands of pig-headed men, long roads extend in all directions with the orders of the forest lord.

The elf put down the harp in his hand and decorated the gates of the country for him; the dragon of the storm fell behind him and became the most solid ally and backing; countries near and far sent invitations for alliances, and countless people who heard his name—human beings Or monsters—all gathered in this country one after another, swearing allegiance.

Surrounded by everyone, the young man is dressed in a Chinese robe, wearing a crown on his head, and the luxurious Da'ao is scattered behind him. It is an honor that can be seen without using words to describe it.

At a certain moment, the boy turned his head, a pair of golden pupils shone brightly, more dazzling and brighter than the sun in the sky.

"Master Rimuru."

They recited each other's honorable name, with devotion and fanaticism on their faces.

"Master Rimuru!!"

"Did you see it?"

Diablo asked in a cold voice.

Let all the demons bow their heads, lead the abyss to kneel, Lang Lang will cover him with golden glory tomorrow, and the voice of the world will sing praises for him.

This is, our king!