Mo Li looked at Rimuru before him, who had clearly grown a little taller, with silver-blue hair and golden pupils like a dragon's eyes.
There was also the overwhelming aura of Dragon Spirit Aura, the symbol unique to a True Dragon.
His calm eyes held barely concealed satisfaction and admiration.
As expected, the "ascension" had succeeded.
From now on, even without him, Rimuru could take charge of the bigger picture alone.
All Rimuru had lacked from beginning to end was this level of strength. Only now could she truly be said to lack nothing.
It could be said that this trip to the Empire had ended in complete success.
"Ari, why are you here?!"
Though Rimuru's words were phrased as a question, her tone held not the slightest trace of doubt.
She was not foolish. One look was enough for her to know that Ari had come to protect her.
Though there were some other reasons involved, Rimuru only knew one thing right now: her Ari cared about her.
"Hehe~~"
Looking at Rimuru's knowingly innocent expression, Mo Li shook his head as though helplessly and calmly said,
"Are you sure you want to talk here?"
The moment those words left his mouth, Rimuru froze. Looking around at the battlefield filled with smoke, fire, and dust, she said somewhat awkwardly,
"Yeah. This really isn't a place for chatting."
Rimuru's expression was as calm as could be. It seemed that after evolving into a True Dragon, she had truly gained tremendous confidence.
It could not be helped. Just as Mo Li had thought, all Rimuru had ever lacked was strength.
As the sovereign of the Demon Country Federation, she had been too weak.
Rimuru, a True Demon King with four Ultimate Skills, had been judged weak by Mo Li.
Well, compared to