In the eastern southern reaches of the Kingdom of Tempest, a lone figure stood in a luxurious white formal suit, gazing out of his window while cradling a glass of wine. As he pondered, the door to his cozy office creaked open, drawing his attention.
"What is it, Frey?" queried Demon Lord Clayman, his voice carrying a tone of authority.
"We've carried out the deed, as you commanded," Frey responded with a heavy sigh, his expression betraying the weight of his actions.
"Marvelous," Clayman remarked with a sinister grin.
Turning to face Frey, Clayman's eyes bore into him as he issued a warning. "You wouldn't dare to betray me, would you? Remember, you're bound to me, especially with Milim under my sway."
"Of course not, my lord. With Milim in your control, I have no choice but to comply," Frey conceded, his demeanor submissive.
"Heh, you can't deceive me any longer. that person and I have taken precautions to ensure her loyalty," Clayman revealed, hinting at the involvement of a third party in their schemes.
Yggdrasil, the legendary True Dragon suppression tool, was a creation forged with the sole purpose of capturing these powerful beings. Such an artifact held immense significance and power in the realm.
With a cold determination in his eyes, Clayman approached Milim, his intentions clear.
He punched Milim resulting in Milim stumbling across the room, however, Clayman did not stop the vile act and continued this until he is satisfied.
"That's the price you pay for underestimating me, labeling me a mere rookie Demon Lord," Clayman taunted Milim, who remained silent and unable to respond. His laughter echoed through the room, tinged with malice.
"You look pathetic, Milim."
As Clayman prepared to deliver a kick to Milim's unconscious face, Frey intervened, attempting to halt Clayman's cruel actions. However, despite Frey's efforts, Clayman remained undeterred.
"She's nothing but a puppet now," Clayman remarked coldly, his resolve unshaken as he continued his relentless assault on the defenseless Milim. Frey's attempts to intervene proved futile in the face of Clayman's determination to get revenge to Milim.
Despite his relentless assault, Milim remained unmoved, neither retaliating nor showing any sign of pain.
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Under Benimaru's leadership, Team Kurenai flourished into a formidable force, comprised of Ogre mages, Ogres, and a select few from Benimaru's tribe who had transcended into fully-fledged Kijins. However, despite the exceptional prowess of his comrades, Benimaru remained at the apex of power within the group.
Following Shizu-san's evolution, Benimaru underwent a transformation of his own, ascending from a Kijin to the revered status of an Oni. This elevated him to a position of unmatched authority and strength, solidifying his role as the undisputed leader of Team Kurenai.
3,000 hobgoblins and goblin warlords. Green numbers.
5,000 High Orcs led by Geld. Yellow numbers.
and Dragonewts led by Gabil. Hiryuu.
And now protecting Tempest 2,000 Yomigaeri members led by Shion. I guess this is a good thing that resulted from the greater casualty of that war.
After assessing our numbers, I turned to Benimaru and asked, "Can you win?"
He simply laughed confidently, as if his answer were obvious. I replied to his laughter with a nod of understanding.
"Lord Rimuru, we are ready," Benimaru announced with determination.
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Rimuru's Restart: That Time I Travelled Back in Time
FanfictionA very Light-novel like Fanfiction because I want a proper story. Not perfect but it's good so read it. The tale unfolds in the aftermath of the Summit battle, where Rimuru finds himself compelled to journey back in time to rescue Shizu. Yet, was th...
