067, Drooling Over Twelve Glories

Rimuru was an agent and collaborator of the Inhibition Force. Terminating a Heroic Spirit's contract was actually quite simple, and Alaya would definitely not object.

Of course, just as Alaya had said, her contract was not compulsory. Everything depended on the Servant's own wishes. But judging by Berserker's current state, Rimuru felt that he probably would not refuse a relationship like becoming Illya's familiar or contractor.

And even if he refused, Rimuru had other methods.

What was more, his words could be considered a threat. The Seductive Scythe itself could permanently charm and enslave the souls of those it killed. If all else failed, Rimuru would not mind letting the two reunite within the Seductive Scythe.

In truth, Rimuru's words had indeed stunned Illya. It had to be said that, for her, this was an incomparable temptation. No, not one temptation, but two.

She had never hoped to remain with Berserker for very long, because she herself did not have much time left to live. So this had never been her wish. Her obsession had never changed from the very beginning... it was revenge.

But revenge was also for the sake of the truth.

Seeing Illya stand there in a daze, suddenly at a loss, Rimuru raised his head again and looked at the others, mainly Gilgamesh and Kirei Kotomine. "What are your answers?"

"You... are you trying to make this king submit to you?" Gilgamesh decisively refused. "Don't joke around, Rimuru!"

"Is that so? But Gilgamesh, what wish do you even have?" Rimuru raised a brow, suddenly asking in confusion.

He was genuinely puzzled. If everything else was under control during his vacation, then Gilgamesh's motives were the one thing Rimuru could not figure out no matter what—obviously, Gilgamesh could still claim that the Holy Grail belonged to him