Three hundred years was indeed an unimaginably long span of time for humans—enough for the rise and fall of a dynasty, for several generations to live and die.
From the founding of the United States to the birth of Iron Man in 2008, only 243 years had passed.
One could imagine how shocking and tempting it was to ordinary people that the Ancient One had lived for three hundred years.
But to Rimuru, it really was nothing special.
In the Jura Tempest Federation, aside from humans having relatively short lifespans, all kinds of other monsters generally lived very long lives.
For example, Storm Dragon Veldora had been sealed in the Infinite Prison by a Hero for three hundred years and had been perfectly fine.
As for the loli Demon Lord Milim, she was so ancient it was difficult to imagine. She was practically immortal.
For Rimuru as she was now, even if Thor died of old age, she might still remain young.
Kaecilius had completely picked the wrong person if he wanted to tempt Rimuru into joining them and worshipping Dormammu or something.
As for Dormammu, Rimuru actually had an immature idea right now... what exactly did Dormammu taste like?
Remove its head and guts, and it had six times the protein of beef. Crunchy, with a chicken-like flavor?
When words failed to connect, even half a sentence was too much. Having hit a wall with Rimuru, Kaecilius stopped making a fool of himself, exchanged a few polite words, and left resentfully.
Rimuru did not care much either. They had never met before. Kaecilius had most likely heard of her glorious deed of "flipping through books" in the library and had come to entice her into memorizing the Book of Cagliostro.
How boring!
It seemed Kaecilius had already developed rebellious