The Narcissistic Misaki Ken'ya; the Jealous Chloe

But the only ones stronger than these children were the executives of the Jura Tempest Federation and the Immortal Assembly.

Yet those people either held important positions or were focused on secluded cultivation. None of them had the time.

What a headache!

Only then did Rimuru realize how troublesome this was.

"I've had nothing to do lately, so I could give them some guidance."

At that moment, a magnetic yet steady voice suddenly reached Rimuru's ears.

Rimuru was immediately delighted, while everyone else wore expressions of surprise and respect upon seeing the owner of that voice.

At some point, a handsome young man had appeared outside the training grounds. He wore a brown, antique-style robe embroidered with dragon patterns. Though he looked young, he exuded an ancient aura utterly at odds with his apparent age. Yet somehow, that aura and his youthful appearance fit together without the slightest sense of discord.

Instead, he gave off a comforting, reassuring feeling.

"Ari~~"

Upon seeing him, Rimuru, who had been sprawled in the middle of the training grounds, immediately dashed toward Mo Li like a puppy spotting a bone.

Watching Rimuru bury herself in his arms and continuously rub her little head against his clothes, Mo Li's handsome face showed a trace of helplessness. Still, he placed a hand on her head and gently stroked it.

Meanwhile, Misaki Ken'ya, Chloe, and the others standing on the training grounds all had differing opinions about the scene.

"Teacher Rimuru, that's so pathetic! You're like a child, always clinging to someone else. You don't have any dignity as an adult at all."

Misaki Ken'ya curled his lip at the sight of his teacher and spoke as if criticizing her.

"Hmph~~, Lord Morax is so handsome. If it were me, I'd do the same!"

Watching her teacher