120, Angel Reincarnation, Raphael

Logically speaking, as a strictly neutral existence, I should have upheld the fine tradition of resolutely never acting and avoiding trouble whenever I encountered it. Especially at a time like this, I should have immediately stepped aside. Even if they escaped, it would have been none of my concern, because...

I was just a driver.

But... if it was Lilith, helping out seemed fine, didn't it?

Rimuru curled his lips slightly and let the four men and one woman rush toward him. Perhaps this was also Lilith's habitual test. If so, there was no harm in letting Lilith know his identity beforehand.

Thus, he calmly raised his eyes and looked at the five people charging at him. "Sorry, no passage beyond this point."

Though it sounded like nothing more than a warning, Rimuru knew perfectly well that they would not stop—the terrifying monstrous beast was behind them, while before them stood only a driver who looked frail.

Anyone would know which choice to make, right?

So, from the moment he said sorry, Rimuru had already drawn the dagger at his waist. He stepped back half a pace, bent low, and crossed his hands—a wisp of gray aura coiled around and gathered upon Rimuru's blood blade, bleaching the world as it began to stain everything around them.

If Ling Ling and the others had still been here, they would certainly have found that stance extremely familiar.

The instant everything around them turned into a silent black-and-white film, Rimuru's crossed hands suddenly clenched around the daggers and slashed outward in both directions. In an instant!

A slash carrying endless deathly aura split from one into two, two into four, and four into countless millions, tearing through space and surrounding all five people—

This was?!

In the distance, Lilith froze slightly and blinked