Golden Dawn... at Your Command

The feeling of disbelief exploded through his mind like a deep-sea bomb.

Olyric suddenly gave a helpless laugh and turned to the servant. "You can leave first."

"Yes..."

Only after the subordinate had left the room, bowed, and closed the door did Olyric turn around. He sized up the smiling young man before him once or twice and said in slight astonishment, "You really gave me quite a scare..."

He fell silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Funny enough, when I was in Switzerland, I mistook someone else for you. Back then, I even sighed that... your growth had far exceeded my expectations... But now..."

The clown had turned out to be me.

"..." He sighed, turned around, and said, "Come sit over here."

"Oh? Who did you mistake for me?" Rimuru chuckled as he followed, asking with great interest.

"Nothing..." Olyric shook his head. "It was just that the other two from back then were there too, so it gave me the wrong impression."

"And there have indeed been rumors lately that you joined the Light Chasers..."

Hearing that, Rimuru raised a brow.

Amused, he also gave Olyric's sharp intuition some silent praise.

"Well, anyway, let's leave old matters at that for now." After pouring Rimuru a cup of coffee, Olyric sat opposite him, his expression gradually turning solemn. "After all, you came to collect a debt, didn't you?"

To be honest, Olyric was not in a particularly good mood right now. No matter what, he had never imagined that Rimuru could transform and become that lady's confidant, becoming the "enemy" he feared most.

If it were an invitation from the Dark Council, he could still consider it. But the Hidden Alliance, which was closely connected to vampires, was something he would never consider joining—and something he had