That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime

The Demon Lord Invades

Milim Nava, the demon lord whose platinum-pink pigtails suited her perfectly, was lost in thought.

If I leave things to these doofuses, I just know they're gonna let my new toy go to waste. They're all still newly hatched rookies—they've got no way to see how things really are. I'm cool enough and smart enough to take the lead here.

Thanks to her easy comfort as one of the oldest demon lords, Milim felt herself taking a role as leader for the younger generations of rulers, who had only a few centuries' worth of experience. It was ironic to think that the youngest-looking among them was also the most cunning, but it was the undeniable truth.

After a moment of thought, Milim opened her mouth, then exhibited her full majesty as both the only Dragonoid at the table and the most wizened of demon lords.

"Right!" she began, practically bursting with anticipation.

"In that case, I'm heading out now and negotiating with whoever survived!"

The demon lords met her with silence. Which made sense. With the current pact covering the Forest of Jura, there was no way to go in without making certain arrangements first. Simply stomping right over, as Milim suggested, was unthinkable.

"Um, Milim... We can't do that, can we? We have that nonaggression agreement."

"Yeah! Where'd that idea even come from?"

"Milim," Clayman interjected, "please take a moment to calm yourself. I will send a full expeditionary force to handle this, and I promise there will not be long to wait."

She laughed all of them off.

To the demon lords who knew Milim, she was regarded as someone with muscles all the way into her brain. A lunkhead, in other words. But the truth lay elsewhere. She was actually extremely intelligent, and it was only her short fuse that made people think otherwise. She had the full ability to sort right from wrong and process matters strategically—something that often made her leap directly into action, making her seem impossibly imprudent. She was one of the top geniuses among them, in fact, but sadly, very few people noticed this. If anything, they thought she was the simplest, most ill-tempered one.

Utterly ignorant of all this, Milim confidently put her chest forward and revealed her own thoughts to the world.

"Who cares about that nonaggression pact?" she said, a world-beating smile on her face.

"We should just abolish that thing right now. We got four demon lords here, so it's easy, right?"

The rest seemed at a loss. They chewed over her words, as if the blinders had just been taken off their eyes. Yes. This was realistically possible. They tried to deny it, but they couldn't find anything to refute it with. At that moment, every scheme and plan in their minds vanished into dust. Of course, to Carillon, trying to think up a reason to join the expedition, this was a gift from heaven. It meant he could send his own forces into the forest without bothering to hide them. Too easy.

"Makes sense," he agreed.

"With our signatures, we could provide notification that the agreement's null and void. It should be accepted, as long as nobody objects to it. I'm up for the idea."

"I'm with you on that," Frey said. "My territory abuts the forest, and being forbidden from entering it was never exactly convenient for us."

To her, agreeing with Milim was the simplest way to get the old demon lord on her side. The bountiful feeding grounds inside the Forest of Jura would also provide good hunting for her own cherished daughters. The wardens of the forest may have issues, but they could worry about that when it occurred.