Although her lord was not Rimuru, as a subject of the Demon Country Federation, it was still necessary for her to salute the ruler of the demon nation.
Not far away, Rudra, protected behind numerous Royal Guard Knights, watched this scene as a powerful sense of unease rose within him.
As the light slowly faded, a peerless beauty draped in white cloth stood high in the sky. Her cascading azure hair swayed in the wind, and her tightly shut eyes suddenly opened, their golden irises turning crimson.
An indescribable pressure, as though a true god had descended, swept outward from her body.
Divine Consciousness Core Ciel possessed her.
"My lord!"
Looking at the person before him, Diablo's handsome face was filled with the fervor of a fanatic. He immediately lowered his head, terrified that he might profane the sacred being before him.
Diablo was not stupid. At a glance, he could tell that Lord Rimuru might not currently be the one he knew. But as long as it was Lord Rimuru, that was the one Diablo needed to serve with eternal loyalty.
"My lord!"
Benimaru also spoke respectfully.
Benimaru had also realized that the one occupying Lord Rimuru's body was likely the person who had revived those dead monsters during Lord Rimuru's awakening through supreme temporal power.
This was an ultimate powerhouse!
"...My lord."
Compared to Diablo and Benimaru, however, Testarossa appeared much calmer.
After all, in Testarossa's view, regardless of who the person before her was, how noble she was, or how powerful she was, she was not the lord Testarossa served.
The only reason she was respectful and offered a salute was because of Rimuru's status as the leader of the Demon Country Federation, and out of regard for her own lord.
Faced with everyone's greetings and salutes,