"The witch's destination will guide your way." Sylphiel floated to Rimuru's side and lightly hooked a finger beneath his chin. "This prophecy buried in my memories only revealed its meaning after I met you, fresh from saving the Blood Princess."
A prophecy from a thousand years ago should have long since been forgotten, yet Rimuru's appearance inexplicably stirred that flutter in her heart—
Back then, Sylphiel had tested Rimuru by casting a charm on him, but it had been utterly useless. Her repeated provocations made Rimuru release his pressure, and that familiar Majesty of the Demon Lord confirmed that he belonged to one of the monster pathways.
She had tried to use verbal teasing to determine whether he was truly the future king of monsters, only to unexpectedly discover that he was a Slime.
At that moment, to be honest, she had doubted the prophecy in her heart. But afterward, Rimuru repeatedly exerted himself in the void, growing at an astonishing pace.
By the time she finally confirmed that Rimuru was the Demon Lord from the prophecy, she realized... she seemed to have arrived too late.
She could accept the witch taking the position of principal wife. After all, as a Succubus, she not only did not mind being a mistress, she found it rather interesting... But not even being able to become a mistress was going too far!
As a lifeform born from a former god's weapon, she had essentially transcended the concept of being a weapon and technically did not need a master. But just as an increasingly sharp weapon could produce an effect greater than one plus one when wielded by someone capable, there was also that ancient prophecy—though she had never met her former master, Sylphiel firmly believed it was the most precious gift her former