While Mo Li was still lecturing Rimuru, he suddenly sensed a familiar presence.
"What is Rigurd doing here? Even if he was preparing food, he couldn't have finished this quickly, could he?"
Mo Li was somewhat puzzled.
"All right, I won't scold you anymore. Clean yourself up properly. Rigurd is here. You don't want your subjects seeing you like this, do you?"
Mo Li said helplessly to Rimuru, who was pretending to be half-dead from drinking the medicinal soup.
"What? Rigurd is here?"
The moment Rimuru heard Mo Li's words, she sprang to her feet.
"He'll be here any moment."
Mo Li rolled his eyes at Rimuru.
Before long, a commotion came from outside the tent. The tent began to tremble, and dust from the ground was kicked up as Rigurd entered.
It was obvious that Rigurd was in a hurry.
His forehead was covered in sweat, his chest heaving violently as he panted heavily.
"Rigurd, don't panic. Rest for a moment, then tell us what happened."
Seeing Rigurd like this, Rimuru feared he might collapse from exhaustion.
"Lo... Lord Rimuru, Lord Mo...rax, forgive me for making such a spectacle of myself. I'm truly sorry."
Rigurd braced his hands on his thighs and spoke between ragged breaths.
"It's fine. Rest first. You can tell us what happened afterward. There's no rush."
Mo Li spoke calmly, as though he was not worried in the slightest about what Rigurd was about to report.
When Mo Li first saw Rigurd in this state, he had been startled too. What could have happened? Was this really necessary?
Could it be the end of the world? Or had the world's final boss attacked ahead of schedule?
Before long, Rigurd had recovered.
"What happened? Tell us now."
Seeing that Rigurd had rested enough, Rimuru began