There was no eternal monarchy in the world, nor was there any truly flawless defense.
So long as any faction found the right weakness, it would seem fragile enough to collapse at a single blow.
Under the cover of night, in a room within an empire's territory, Luo watched Rimuru remove his hand from her head and turn back toward his own room. Curiosity and confusion once again surfaced in her eyes.
A year had passed, yet she still could not understand the basis for Rimuru's actions. Even Rimuru himself remained somewhat unfathomable to her.
He was a very dangerous person. Luo was almost certain of that. She even believed that if Rimuru ever harbored ill intentions toward Amishir, he would truly be capable of shaking Amishir and gradually pushing it into the abyss.
Yet if one called him an utterly evil bastard, he could be extraordinarily saintly in certain ways. He offered help to wandering factions, acted without hesitation when he encountered races plundered by interstellar pirates, and even showed a degree of concern for beggars and drifters. Clearly, he kept saying that he should not interfere too much with the course of the world or meddle in other people's business, but his actions were remarkably honest.
In moments of crisis, he was exceptionally calm and serious—
But in certain situations, Rimuru also acted unbelievably childish, childish enough to leave Luo speechless.
For instance, sometimes he liked teasing newly acquainted "friends" in taverns, and he would even encourage Luo to carry out pranks.
And when he had suddenly spotted a relatively rare bird from the void, he became interested out of nowhere and stubbornly insisted on finding out what it tasted like roasted.
There was absolutely no sign of the tension one should have when danger was still hanging