For example, the time they went to the Holy Imperial Nation, and the time Diablo fought Velgrend at the Martial Arts Tournament... all those signs showed that Diablo had been hiding himself deeply.
Damn it! Everyone knew, yet no one told her. They had all kept it from her and treated her like a fool, hadn't they?!
The more Rimuru thought about that possibility, the angrier she became.
Hehe~~, if that's the case, then don't blame Rimuru for being ruthless.
Since he's so capable, then he can go do some work for her!
Rimuru's delicate little face was filled with wickedness.
Diablo, weren't you capable?
Just wait. In this War of Heavens and Demons, she would have him split into six forces and launch blitz attacks on the angels!
Meanwhile,
At the venue.
Diablo, who was still maintaining a fixed output of power, suddenly felt a wave of malice rise in his heart.
He abruptly sensed a rather ominous premonition.
Diablo could not help frowning.
This was... someone thinking about him?!
Who could it be?!
Who would be thinking about him in a situation like this?
...That fellow Feldway, or... that bastard Guy, or perhaps that... consciousness born from a Skill, Michael!
At Diablo's level, inexplicable premonitions like these were extremely accurate.
It would not even be an exaggeration to call them certainties.
After considering several names, Diablo still felt that none of them seemed quite right.
It couldn't be someone by his side, could it?!
...Lord Rimuru.
That name suddenly popped into Diablo's mind.
Diablo immediately shook his head and drove out that utterly rebellious thought.
What the hell was he thinking?!
How could it possibly be Lord Rimuru!
If Lord Rimuru bore ill will toward him, Lord Rimuru would not even need to act personally. He could twist