The Reincarnations of Veldanava

The Dragon Princess, Milim Nava

Gazel said he would bring Rimuru a gift, but he didn't expect to be given Vesta. He was demoted from the prime minister position. But throwing him in jail would be a waste of human resource, so Vesta was sent to work here.

As long as Kaijin didn't mind, Rimuru would gladly accept Vesta. Vesta wanted to research the full potion and produce it without Rimuru's help. If he succeeded, it would benefit both Tempest and Dwargon, so Rimuru would support him in his research as much as he could.

"I apologize for what happened in the past. I feel ashamed just by looking back at it. My sincerest apology." Vesta bowed his head for Rimuru.

"Don't bother. I don't mind it at all." Rimuru didn't know how Gazel pulled it off, but Vesta really changed for the better. "Just do your best on the Full Potion research, that's all I want you to do."

"I will not disappoint you and his majesty Gazel," Vesta promised. The laboratory Rimuru prepared for him was at the entrance of the Sealed Cave. It was for Vesta's own safety.

Veldora might not be around anymore, but the density of the magicules hadn't weakened. If Vesta was exposed to all of that, it might be harmful.

But due to the said Magicules, the depth of the Sealed Cave could be used to farm the Hipokute grass. Gabiru and the other Dragonewts were tasked to cultivate the herbs. They were more competent than Rimuru initially thought.

"Great Rimuru, I have a request," said Vesta.

"Just tell me what you want."

Vesta wanted to have a bedroom inside the lab, so he could continue with his work immediately after waking up, no time wasted.

"Sleeping in your office sounds kind of sad, doesn't it? Everyone deserves a house of their own. You can ask Geld if you want a house with your own design, that's if the standard design doesn't suit you."

"But didn't you also sleep in your office, Great Rimuru?" Shion, who stood next to Rimuru, said.

He looked at her in the eyes, blinking continuously with the thought like "Seriously? You're going to expose me while I am trying to make a point?" ran wild. But she was right. Rimuru often slept in the office. Sometimes on Ranga's back, sometimes on the sofa and even on the floor - but that wasn't the same!

Rimuru was a Spiritual Life-Form, it didn't matter where he slept, it felt all the same. But Vesta still heavily relied on his physical form, so he should sleep in a proper house.

'Maybe I should have my own house. What do you think, Raphael-san?'

«Notice: You should, unless you want to be known as a 'homeless king'.»

'You have a point. It's all about status, right?' The Jura-Tempest Federation had been recognized as an official nation. Its leader, Rimuru, also had a public perception to maintain.

He consulted with his subordinates, and it turned out he was the only one here without a house. Everyone had it, some even had a self-designed house.

"A regular house doesn't suit the likes of you, Lord Rimuru. Give me your approval, and I will design a palace befitting of your status," said Testarossa with a confidence befitting an aristocrat.

"Palace? That might take too long to build. I will pass on that offer."

Diablo laughed at her failed attempt then said, "Sometimes even Testa can be unreliable." He shrugged. His smirk widened as he took a key out of his butler suit's patch pocket.

"Nothing is better than the home you yourself created, right, Lord Rimuru?" That cyan metallic key, out of all the people presented here, only Rimuru and Diablo knew its purpose - a key to the Heavenly Star Palace, it was that.