"...What is your purpose?"
"Why do you want to get close to her?"
After hearing King of Wisdom's question, Mo Li fell silent, as though he were organizing his thoughts.
"From beginning to end, the fact that I am Morax of the Demon Country Federation will never change."
"As for my purpose, I only want to protect everything I wish to protect."
"And her... she is an indispensable part of my life, and someone I need to protect and cherish."
When answering the final question, Mo Li paused for a moment, but he still gave King of Wisdom that answer.
After hearing Mo Li's reply, King of Wisdom's crimson eyes remained as calm and indifferent as ever.
[Analyzing... Emotional component... ...Authentic]
After reaching that conclusion, King of Wisdom felt somewhat reassured. It was genuine.
At the very least, Morax's feelings for Rimuru were genuine.
This way... she could rest assured and hand... No! She couldn't just hand Rimuru over to this guy so easily.
For King of Wisdom to hand her Slime over to someone unknown, mysterious, and impossible for her to see through was no different from letting a pig root through her prized cabbage, or letting her daughter date some blond punk.
Even sincerity was unacceptable.
The reassuring words she had already composed and analyzed were completely erased the instant that thought arose within King of Wisdom.
Standing opposite King of Wisdom, Mo Li sensed her temperament changing as abruptly as flipping through a book, and he instinctively felt a little uneasy.
Not far away, Diablo looked at King of Wisdom with eyes full of anxiety.
My lady, you must not be deceived by Morax!
Sincerity!? What was sincerity worth?
As a Primordial Demon—and the most mysterious among them, The Original Black—Diablo had witnessed countless cases of people