"Forget it, Ari. They're just a bunch of defeated losers. There's no need to make a move anymore. Leave them as whetstones for our Demon Country Federation in the future."
Rimuru shook her head and surveyed the Empire's people with her golden dragon eyes, speaking with feigned contempt.
"...Mm. As you say."
Mo Li paused for a moment before nodding in agreement.
Upon hearing the two speak of them as though they were discussing objects, the people of the Empire below wore looks of utter humiliation.
But what could they do?!
This world was ultimately one where the victor became king and the loser became a bandit—a world where the strong preyed on the weak!
Perhaps in others' eyes, they were the strong, and the Empire was an inviolable, mighty existence.
But before 'Demon King' Rimuru, the 'Martial God' Morax, and the Demon Country Federation, they were weak. They were losers!
And the fate of losers went without saying.
Either die, or obey the victor's arrangements!
That was this world's ironclad rule. No, it should be said that it applied to every world.
"Rudra, the Burning Dragon Velgrend has already been devoured and sealed by me. If you have the ability, then invade my Demon Country Federation and come save her yourself!"
Rimuru arrived above the Empire's Capital City as if making a proclamation. Looking down at Rudra, seated upon his utterly ruined throne, she spoke calmly, her words brimming with superiority.
She had become a True Dragon and advanced to Calamity-class. So what if Rudra was the Emperor of the Empire? She feared him not!
Let alone Rudra, the Emperor of the Empire—even if he summoned Guy Crimson, the Dark Emperor residing in the White Ice Palace, Rimuru was no longer afraid!
Besides, the Empire and the Demon Country