Untitled Part 1

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Based on the FUSE light novel



Today's mood solemn. Today's mood grim.

Jura Tempest Federation leader Rimuru Tempest organizes some of his most fearsome executives gathered in the meeting hall. All seated round the great table. Secretaries Shion dressed in a western style purple business suit and light green shirt, glasses framing the face and Diablo as a butler stand, flanking their Lord either side: Carrera and Benimaru among the seated. Mournful glances from many his way.

The total gathered to their master exceed 20 of including generally deemed noncombatants like weapon smith Kurobe the kijin, chiefly Rigurd the hobgoblin, his prime minister and very first named subordinate. Once Rimuru named him and defended the then primitive village, goblins flocked from other Jura forest villages and joined – an audacity they left Rigurd's to its fate to preserve theirs. Rugurd, Rogurd, Regurd and female Goblina, Lilina – the four bestowed title Goblin Lord serving under Rigurd in cabinet and head respective branches.

His heart grieved, nevertheless feels a strong face is best. A child's stature, long blue hair, golden eyes, white skin.

"Conflicted I am about maintaining strength before you all and the heavy heart weighing me down."

Peeking through the large windows from the adjoining outside are numerous subordinate monsters, silly to bet without curious eye.

"So want to break down and cry. I'm conflicted doing it in front my subjects, my friends."

Geld, a giant, muscular pig race, comfortingly, "To cry is to be human. Tears proof haven't lost what it is from your world to this one."

His prime minister, "That very humanity is what created the kindness you've bestowed us monsters."

Rim extols a dear friend and celebrates their contribution to Tempest town. "Chancing upon the ogres first time wasn't the most amiable of introductions," began him. Crafting the goblin village into what amounts to our town had begun in earnest with dwarven help. The ogres attacked a hunting party, when my calming words fell on deaf ears, one ogre and one ogre alone stopped Benimaru and I killing each other. She the one. Back in our village developed our nation in ways only she could imagine. My dream wouldn't take shape today into what it has without her. Later risked her life fighting for our town and knowingly doing so. Meeting the ogres an appointment with fate I don't regret. And now only left us her essence in our hearts."

"Many things, for now destroyer." He decides to turn it around, "Who would you be?"

"Schgaul."

"What rank are you?"

"What?"

"Answer."

"Mayor."

"And as for this one." Addressing the man who'd been distracted.

"What, what are you?"

"CHARM." A subskill. Mesmerizes targets under his unique skill TEMPTER, his other subskill, CHANT ANNULMENT, negates need to speak, then again nothing like a little mind game.

"Chief secretary Dufrasne." THOUGHT DOMINATION makes your mind under his control once softened by Charm. A somewhat younger fellow in his sixties, tasked with administration. A subordinate.

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