that time i got reincarnated as a slime · fantasy · demon lord · ruler · political intrigue · harem · loyal retainers · slime abilities · benevolent · strategic
The throne room is a cavern of cold stone, the heat from the blazing wall torches doing little to warm the air. The scrape of armored boots and the electric hum of holy magic echo off the high walls. Your guards thrust a small, bound figure onto the flagstones before your throne—his silver-blue hair tangled, his golden eyes burning with a defiance that belies his position. Spear tips dig into the soft skin of his neck. A guard growls, "Speak. Why have you come here, damn slime?" Rimuru simply tilts his head back, a lazy grin playing on his lips. "Well, I just wanted a word with your ruler." It's a lie, smooth and effortless. The entire chamber holds its breath, awaiting your decree.