Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken (LN)

THE GREAT CLASH

Just as Gobta was reaching out to rescue Gabil, I was checking out the battle from above.

It was a pretty fearsome sight. The orcs mustve thought they had a massive advantage, and now wed just flipped the chessboard on them Just us, and a few ogre mages, really. I couldnt blame them for freaking out. I kind of was, too.

After I sent Soei off to the lizardmen, I decided to start assigning battle posts. We wouldnt all head out there; I wanted a setup that could work quickly on its feet. We didnt know what wed be dealing with, so I had to be sure we could extract ourselves fast if need be.

That was my watchword as I gave the order to prepare for war. The construction effort across town was continuing to go without a hitch, but we still had no real defenses in place. Not even an outer wall, since itd get in the way of the building boom. No way we could weather out a siege or anything. It was much more logical to picture ourselves bringing the battle to them.

Along those lines, I told the people not joining me to prepare to travel to the treants. They might have to set off before we made it back to town.

Before any of that, though, I had to assemble all the monsters in town and tell them what we had decided on. I tried to act as kingly as possible.

The final battle will be waged in the marshlands, I began. If we win there, were good. If we dont, Ill let you know via Thought Communication, so I want you to abandon this place and flee to the treant settlement. Ill also ask the humans for help, if it comes to that, and youll likely fight alongside them against the orcish army. Ill be honest with you; this isnt some gang of little kids. Im planning to win this, but if I dont, dont use that as an excuse to lose your heads. You gotta stay calm and follow the plan!

I was once again up on some kind of pedestal, like an offering to the gods. Delivering these lofty speeches was honestly embarrassing, and this whole setup made it even worse. In some ways, the idea of giving lectures like this ever again was more distasteful than the horde of orcs.

Perhaps that was why I hardly felt scared at all about our predicament. Monsters can be sensitive things and succumb to the emotions of the crowd pretty quickly. They all listened intently, picking up on the confidence I was inadvertently radiating, and I guess it worked. Maybe that embarrassing display was worth it after all.

Now, the people joining me in the primary force

The monsters slowly grew more excited, not knowing what to expect. I guess they all wanted part of the actionI didnt remember them being so warlike, but who knows? Whatever. I didnt let it bother me as I continued.

For this battle, we will deploy with a team of one hundred goblin riders with Benimaru as their commander. Hakuro will be his aide-de-camp, and Shion will be our main point man on the field. Soei will be joining us, although hes elsewhere at the moment, and I suppose Ranga will be my transport. That is all. Any questions?

I could hear small commotions arise among the crowd. A hundred must have seemed like an awfully small number. I saw Shuna make her way to the front, serving as their voice.

Sir Rimuru, she asked, isnt that far too few people? And I didnt hear my name called, either. What is the meaning of this?

The meaning? Wellyou know. As a princess and all, I hesitated to expose Shuna to a life-and-death situationthat was one reason. But I had another, even more valid one. This whole operation was focused on speed. Wed only have a hundred and change on our side, although Ranga could probably command a few more. I wanted speed, and that meant the infantry would stay home. Shuna and her lack of skill as a tempest wolfsman would be a liability.

Plus, I was still only working with around six hundred hobgoblins, evenly divided by gender. Around a third were assigned to Rigurs security force, another third devoted to the construction effort, and the rest were women and children unsuited for physical labor. My force was small, yes, but how much could we spare, really?

Yeahhh, well You know, Shuna, Ill need someone to lead the rest of the people here. If we have to negotiate with treants and dryads later, Rigurds gonna have a hell of a lot on his plate, right? Your presence would do a lot to give the women and children some peace of mind, too.

It sounded plausible enough, as I tried to convince her with it, and it basically seemed to work. In that case, I will live up to the role, she said, which was a relief. She did have a fan base around town, and I thought it was a good role for her.

Shuna was still giving me and Shion glances, so Im sure she still had a few questions, but she seemed accepting enough now. Which was fine by me. No need to go out searching for land mines to step on.

Sir Rimuru, Rigur said, raising a hand, why did you not call upon me?

That question was a lot easier.

Rigur, I want you to command the remaining security forces and beef up your patrols outside town. You know how crazy this forest is right now. If something happens after we head off, Im leaving you responsible for them all. Make me proud!

I had both Rigur and Rigurd nodding at my reply. A number of powerful magic beasts, the kind that usually dwelled deeper in the forest, had started showing up here and there closer by. With that in mind, it was pretty easy to have them see things my way.

So with everyone on my side, we all began to prepare.

After the speech, I received word from Soei. Sir Rimuru, do you have a moment? he asked via Thought Communication.

I had asked him to help us get an alliance going, but what happened? Did he, like, not know where they were, or something? After his flashy exit, if that was all he had for me, I might have to drop the gentle act a little

It worried me a bit, but I shouldve known that wasnt the reality. Unlike me, Soei was actually somewhat capable.

I was able to meet with the lizardman chief. He seemed willing to accept the alliance, but he asked for you to personally come see him, my lord

Hmm. That was surprising. It wasnt even half a day since our conference ended, and he had already extracted a promise from the guy. Talk about capable! And handsome, to boot. I almost resented him.

As I tried to get that under control, I replied, Sounds good. Were gonna fight this out in the marshes anyway. Like, youre already there?

Oh, um, yes, my lord. Shadow Motion made the voyage to the marshes rather smooth sailing. It allows me to immediately travel to any individual I personally know, but tracking down the chiefs exact location took me some time

As he put it, Soei used Shadow Motion to reach the marshes, then deployed his army of Replicants to scope out the area. Gobta could only travel via Shadow Motion for as long as he could hold his breath, so Soei outpaced him. It appeared that his physical corpus was already back.

I wondered if having a Replicant contact the lizardman chief was really the best thing. The mere fact he could control multiples at once still astonished me. It was nothing I could pull off. Well done.

So when would you like to hold the discussions, sir? he asked, shrugging off my compliments in a way Shuna or Shion never would.

Hmm Well probably need time to prepare, and the goblin riders will need a few days for the journey. A week from now, maybe?

Itd be more like two weeks if we were going on foot, but a goblin rider wouldnt need five days. I reckoned wed take around two days to prepare, so a week should be fine.

Gabil had his own transport beast, but it didnt look nearly as fast as a tempest wolf. If we arrived at the lizardman caverns before he and his men returned, we might wind up getting caught inwhatever he was planning. I wasnt completely sure it was a coup yet, but it always paid to watch your back at times like these. We needed to stay on top of the situation if we wanted to keep the initiative on our side.

A little late, in this case, would be just right. So seven days.

Very well. I will work to make it happen.

He ended the link.

I wanted this alliance to be firm, in writing, as soon as possible, but I knew itd be hard to trust someone youd never met before. But if we waited to prepare until after we shook hands and declared the alliance done, the orcs would be knocking on our collective doors in an instant.

If the whole thing fell through, I was planning to pull back our forces at once. If they werent willing to work with us, wed wait for the orcs to swarm them, then hustle off to the treants sanctuary. It sucked for them, but I wasnt here to give them lip service. This was war, and I had people counting on me. There had to be a line in the sand.

They sounded open to the idea, though, so maybe I was just catastrophizing again

Either way, though, I had to hope itd work out.

Kaijin already had my next ordera hundred sets of goblin rider weapons and armor, as soon as possible. Benimaru and Hakuro needed some, too, not to mention Shion, but they could wait. Soei would be home soon anyway; they could get it arranged then, together. Kurobe was taking care of our weapons, Shuna and Garm our armor, and theyd be done with it soon enough.

So while I waited for Soei, I decided to organize our goblin riders. Their leader, to start with. I inadvertently locked eyes with Gobta. He was second-in-command with the security forces. It seemed suitable enough.

Hey, Gobta, are you free?

Nhh?! Whenever you say that, I have a feeling it never works out too well for me

Ah, youre just imagining things. Youre going, too, right?

Gobta stopped short of replying. I smiled at him. He froze. Of course! he shouted nervously.

I didnt appreciate the weirdness of that act, but I chalked it up to the ominous aura I could feel behind me. Well, huh. Guess a smile from Shion was more effective than anything I could cook up in slime form. She nodded at Gobtas reply, looking down at me as I mulled over the power she wielded.

So Gobta was our goblin rider leader. No one had any complaintsdespite his occasional wobbles, they recognized how capable a hobgob he was. Rigur was just as enthusiastic about the decision, so I didnt foresee any problems.

By the way, have you asked Kurobe about the weapon you promised me yet?

Boy, I sure didnt, huh?

Oh yeah, of course.

Really? Cause you look kind of like you forgot.

Damn, hes sharp.

Ha-ha-ha! Youre such a worrywart, Gobta, my boy! Ive got the most wonderful shortsword coming your way, so be patient!

R-really?! Ooh, I will be!

Nice. Dodged that bullet. Good thing Gobta is so easy to work with. Better tell Kurobe before I forget again , I thought as he merrily skipped away.

That left a hundred members to select. It was a pretty simple processI just selected the original goblins who were already paired with their rides as opposed to the relief members in the security force. I handed their names over to Kaijin, asking him to get their equipment ready.

Just as I was done wrapping this up, Soei came back. I apologize for the delay, he said as he appeared from Benimarus shadow like some master ninja. You could just fall in love with him, the way he moved.

So lets get started, then.

We headed over to the production workshop, the nerve center of all our manufacturing. It was a wooden structure, about the size of a small gymnasium. We were planning to reinforce the walls with mortar later, but we lacked the free hands for it right now. It was still one of the largest buildings in town, and it certainly stood out as such.

When we went inside, we were greeted by several people loudly working on somethingthe hundred-man battle gear order, no doubt. The security forces equipment would have to wait for now, sadly.

We moved deeper inside. There was a room devoted to sewing work, but at the moment it was a private office of sorts for Shuna. Her skills were so masterful, itd take a while for the goblinas to catch up, so she was alone for now. They were gung ho about learning, dont get me wrong, but at the moment I had them making hemp fabric and other clothing materials under the watchful eye of Garm. Once everyone had more equipment, I was sure Shuna would recruit some of the more talented seamstresses to help with the silk. We needed clothing before we needed armor, after all.

I was now headed for this sewing room, greeting Shuna as I stepped inside. She smiled back at me, now wearing a beautiful, kimono-like dress she mustve sewn herself at some point. It looked meant for a priestess, but designed to be as easy to move in as possible. The top was pure white in color, but the skirt part was a light-pink, like Shunas own hair, and it made for a cute-looking picture. One look and you could see what kind of techniques she had at her fingertips. I was expecting great things.

Shuna took out several outfits and lined them up on her worktable. Thank you for being patient, she said. Ive prepared your clothing, Sir Rimuru, along with a little something for my brother, I guess.

You guess?

This made Benimaru laugh. Hoh-hoh-hoh! Can you blame her?

Your silk fabric is so exquisitely made, Hakuro added, having even a scrap of it is a great honor. Do you have an outfit for me, too, perhaps?

Soei was wholly uninterested in the banter. Shion was probably the one with the biggest emotional stake in it. She was a bit more boorish than the others, but she was still a woman.

Here you are! Shuna said, completely ignoring the others as she presented some clothing to me. Afterward, she distributed outfits to everyone else, which was just the sort of thing shed do.

Once we all had our respective gifts, she guided me to a small changing room.

She had given me two outfits, along with a set of armor from Garm. He gave that to me, she explained, and I made sure the clothes would be comfortable underneath. I didnt see Garm around. Id have to thank him later.

So there I was, in the changing room. My first outfit was a base layera shirt and some short pants. She had done a great job reproducing the crude illustration I gave her. It felt great for everyday wear , I thought, and she had created three sets for me, so I didnt have to go naked while having the laundry done.

The second set of clothes, meanwhile, was for battle. A real tour de force from Shuna. Transforming into my child version, I immediately set to strapping it on. It felt so glossy and slick on my fingersmore wonderful than even the highest-quality silk I knewand the pants and shirt were done up just as I had designed them.

It was an incredibly pleasant surprise. The cut, and the fabric, were better than anything I wore back home. Some of my Sticky Steel Thread was woven in, too, so itd protect me more than well enough. I had the Sage analyze it for me, so I knew.

This outfit, though The moment I had it all on, it was like I was born to wear it. Perfectly sized. A sort of magic item, I supposed. I had absolutely nothing to complain about, as I felt its magicules intermingle with my own. It already felt like another part of me. Just to test it out, I morphed into my adult versionand just as I thought, the clothes adjusted themselves to match. A perfect piece of work.

I moved on to the armor Garm had provided. He said hed given it some extra attention, and it fit me just as well as the clothes. There was a dark jacket made from tanned leather, tied together with string in front instead of sporting buttons. It looked like a plain old jacket, but it was also magical, and a perfect match for my aura. Maybe it was because I had the original pelts stored in my stomach before handing them over to Garm. That mustve turned it black in color, matching well with my aura.

Once again, no complaints. All I had left was the coat to wear over the clothing. This was a long jet-black coat made from the original direwolf bosss fur. Another Shuna special, and since it lacked any sleeves, it was light as a feather. The front was open, but that didnt make it annoying to wear at all, oddly.

Putting it on, I wound up wearing it sort of like a robe. The rear had a high part like a collar to protect my neck, and I could remove this if I wanted or use it as a scarf. A scarf that, apparently, would keep me warm in winter and cool in summer, somehow.

I didnt think it mattered much with my Cancel Temperature, but I had to give it a shot regardless. And thanks to that Sticky Steel Thread in there, it really did have some resistance to cold and heat. The coat also came standard with Self-Repair, which went way beyond basic seam fixes. Enough magic force, and I could basically regenerate it from scratch. Keep it clean, too. Ultraspeed Regeneration at work, I supposed. It made sense. This fantasy world, manit was a treasure trove of fun stuff to play with.

So I put it all on and stepped outside. Shuna stared at me spellbound, clearly blushing, as the rest of the ogre mages tried their own clothes on. It turned out everything she sewed had the same magical properties of my outfit, absorbing the wearers aura to match their body perfectly. Thus, they were all natural fits.

Benimarus kimono-like robe was bright red, almost like velvet. On a normal person, it wouldve looked unnecessarily gaudy, almost clownish, but he had the natural good looks to pull it off. Hakuro, meanwhile, had an outfit of pure white, like a mountain hermitno excessive decoration to get in the way of battle here. Between that and his sharp eyes, nothing couldve suited him better.

Soeis robe and pants were both a dark shade of bluelight, airy, and no doubt hiding an arsenal of covert weaponry inside. Shion went with a Western-style dark suit of purplish-blue, exactly what I had drawn up, and framed her as the capable executive assistant she was.

All these outfits, mine included, became magical by nature the moment they contacted our skin. Really fantastic results , I thought, and apparently we were free to customize or transform them as we liked. That was thanks to the magic thread used, the mixture of hellmoth cocoons and my own Sticky Steel Thread; their magicules could be freely remixed and adjusted, much like how weapons of magisteel morphed to meet the needs of the carrier.

This meant the clothing would grow with the wearers body, but I thought it made for some neat fashion applications, too. I doubted there was much else like this in the world. I didnt know what sort of magic items humans used in their day-to-day lives, but I had to assume Shuna was among the best in her field. Weaving clothing that magically merged itself onto peoples bodies had to outclass whatever they bought off the rack in their realms. I wondered how much my outfit would go for on the open market.

Oh, I have this for you, too, Shuna said as she handed me a pair of shoes made of leather and resin. I think theyll go wonderfully with your cute little legs, Sir Rimuru.

I tried them on. They fit and offered supreme comfort.

Ooh, thesere nice!

Dold made these for me, she said, smiling. Apparently, both he and Garm were too nervous about how Id react to hand them over directly. So why werent they too embarrassed to ask Shuna? They probably just wanted an excuse to talk to her

She had pairs for everyoneshoes for me, Soei, and Shion; sandals for Benimaru and Hakuro. Even the sandals were top-notch pieces of work. I was sure enough of that, given how well my own everyday sandals felt.

So we had our new clothes, sort of reinventing ourselves in the process. We left the workshop in a state of near bliss, waved off by Shunas gentle smile.

Next up was Kurobes forge.

I hadnt seen our smith lately, busy as he was with the creative process. He hadnt even appeared at the deployment speech I gave earlier. I knew he was doing fine; he was just the type to get totally absorbed in whatever he tackled. I did ask him to make weapon production his top priority, too, and he had apparently been spending well near every waking hour on the effort. Kaijin told me as much before our conference.

The door to the forge was open when we showed up. It was fully equipped with tools he brought over from Kaijins workshop, with the raw materials for his work kept in an adjacent storage room. I had granted him a pretty decent supply of magisteel; he had everything he needed along those lines, but he was a little nervous about the lack of other metals on hand. We needed to examine the nearby mountains for a permanent ore supply, but our lack of time and resources meant that had to wait. Until the construction frenzy died down a little, staff shortages were going to be a chronic issue.

I could hear banging from inside the forge, waves of heat wafting out from the door. This was the only high-temperature forge in town, run by a furnace made from clay blocks heated with Control Flame. It turned out better than I anticipated. We were planning to build more once we got to grips with this one. Lots of things in the works, not enough time to tackle them. A real pain.

So we went inside and grabbed Kurobes attention. Once he noticed, he greeted us with a smile. I was expecting you! he said. Theres somethin Id really like to show you all.

I could tell he was eager to show off his latest work. A little too eager, in fact. He spent the next two hours talking about everything he had crafted, my eyes glazing over along the way. Yes, I know, its all great, can I get out of here, please? I almost said it out loud a few times before stopping myselfhe just looked too happy.

I was hoping Shion would step in, always eager to have her say on anything, but she just sat there and stared at all the weapons lined against the wall, enrapt. Weaponry was a hobby for her, I guess, as it was for all the ogre mages. They carefully studied every inch of what they were given, grasping it in hand as they took in every word of Kurobes guidance.

Benimaru had an elegant, flowing longsword, Hakuro a large staff with a sword hidden inside, Soei a pair of ninja-style blades. They all looked happy with them, and I could see whyeach one was a perfect fit for their owner.

One thing did bother me, though. Shions war blade Its kind of too big, isnt it?

Oh, its fine, Shion said with a laugh. The scabbards covered in magical power, so I can make it disappear with a moments thought.

Thats great, but it wasnt what I asked. Isnt it kind of impractically large? But Shions smile informed me that further protest was useless. If she could handle it, fine, but it was far too large for a regular person to pick up. I doubted even Kaijin couldve made thatdwarves were pretty strong, but they would need two hands just to move it. Shion, meanwhile, could unsheathe this massive hunk of iron with a single arm. I realized, at that moment, that angering her would never be a good idea.

This is probably the largest weapon Ive ever built, Kurobe said, smiling confidently as he watched Shion. I figured she could take advantage of it.

And he was right. Shion couldnt have looked happier.

Finally, it was time for my own weapon.

For you, Sir Rimuru, I got this. It aint complete yet; this is just the beginning. You talked about a sword with magic ore in it, and thats what Im aimin for. Kaijin and I are doin some research, but were gonna need a mite more time for it. Until then, if you could get used to this sword

I was handed a long, straight sword. So he was actually going through with that idea? Sweet. It made me excitedand glad I offered the suggestion in the first place. Sitting through two hours of esoteric blacksmith discussion paid off after all.

All right, I nodded, storing the sword in my stomach. I could bend it to my will more easily in there.

Kurobe, with a nod, handed me another blade. This is just a test run, he explained, something we were experimenting with. Feel free to use it for now, though.

It looked like a plain old Japanese-style katana, but since it was made by Kurobe, I was sure it was a masterful piece of work. Id want to take care of it. And besides, Hakuro was currently beating all his swordsmanship knowledge into me. Itd be nice to have one to carry around , I thought, and in a moment, I had it around my waist. That alone made me feel a little stronger, for some reason. Weird.

Finally, I asked Kurobe to make a shortsword for me. He looked a tad confused momentarily, but he smiled and nodded at the request. I didnt know what he thought about it, but I didnt really care, either. This would be Gobtas weapon, after all. I could hand him a plastic fast-food knife and hed worship me for it.

So he ventured back to the forge. We were all armed now.

On our way out, Garm stopped us. Apparently, Benimarus armor was done. Without much ore at hand, iron was in very short supply, so he couldnt provide him with a full-plate package. Ogres werent really into that sort of thing anyway, though. It didnt go too well with kimono, besides.

Instead, Kurobe brought over a set of scale mail crafted from monster-harvested materials. The completed version of what he had given Kabal the adventurer before, and an outfit that melded with the wearers aura as well. Glad to see my magisteel was being put to such good use. It was much more sturdily built than the test run, designed exclusively for Benimaru and matching remarkably well with his red kimono. There were pieces for his chest and thighs, as well as gauntlets and shin guards. Benimaru instructed him not to bother with a helmet, as that wasnt his style. It was flashy, but again, it worked perfectly with his good looks.

I asked him about armor for the rest of us. Oh, Ill have Shuna handle that for you all, he repliedapparently, hed deliver each piece to her once it was done. He really liked having an excuse to see her, I suppose. For now, though, he provided three sets of chainmail for Hakuro, Soei, and Shion. They would wear it directly over their base layers, so it would be well hidden. Garm and Shion had worked closely together on these, too, and they were designed not to distort the look of their outfits at all. Plus, Garm got to hang out with Shion more, which Im sure was all the inspiration he needed to do such a great job. I kind of wished his work ethic wasnt inspired by getting to hang with beautiful women, but I couldnt complain.

I already had my dark jacket in hand, so I didnt need anything else. I made sure to thank Garm while I had the chance.

The next day, the goblin riders were by and large ready to roll, lined in a perfect row with a weeks worth of provisions strapped to their backs. We needed to be quick and decisive in this fight, so I gave them only the bare minimum of food. If I had to provide a full supply, itd slow us down too much. Speed would be everything, and if it was called for, wed need the ability to zoom outta there on short notice. Each rider carried enough food for themselves, and thatd be sufficient.

I figured we might as well get going so we could scope out the geography in advance.

Weve got an orc lord to take down! I shouted at them. Lets make this quick! I deliberately kept the pep talk short. No point getting too eager. We need to keep our eyes focused on the situation around us, and the simpler the objectives, the better. The riders, nonetheless, gave their war cries of approval in response, the deafening roar echoing across town.

Most of these hobgoblin soldiers were survivors of our first (and last) battle against the pack of direwolves. There were a few newbies, but all were elite troops, each entrusted with a tempest wolf of their own. Morale was high, and watching them prepare to ride helped relieve some of my own anxiety as well.

Maybe we could win this. Or at least escape unhurt if we couldnt. It wouldnt pay to be too optimistic, but theres no need to assume the worst in this battle, either. So off we went, spirits lifted as we made tracks for the marshes.

Three days had passed since we left town. The trees were thinning out, indicating we were near the marshlands. We were ahead of schedule, thanks to keeping our luggage to a minimum. There were no watering holes on the way, so I supplied the forces water from my Stomach stores instead, and that apparently gave the liquid a strength-boosting, fatigue-reducing effect. It let the wolves run longer with fewer breaks in between.

I should have thought about that, actually. The water in my stomach mustve been packed with magicules, which can affect monsters in all manner of ways. Maybe that morphed the water into some sort of healing elixir.

For now, though, we were resting here. I figured we would chill a bit, checking out the area before we contacted the lizardmen. We werent due to meet with the chief for three days, and if we were this far along, there was no need to hurry. I ordered everyone to stand by, make camp, and rest up.

Time for a little recon work.

I will scope out the area, Sir Rimuru, Soei quickly offered. He was definitely the man for it.

All right, Soei. Let me know what you find. And try to figure out where the boss of the pigs is, if you can.

Im sure he could, what with his consummate scouting skills. Once I saw him off, Benimaru approached me. Sir Rimuru, he asked, is it all right if we go all-out in this battle?

I wasnt sure what he meant. Even if I did, I still didnt know what kind of battle wed be facing.

Huh? Well, sure, but if I give the signal to retreat, you better follow it, okay?

Benimaru flashed a fearless smile. Oh, I doubt youll need to, my lord! Weve made it this far, and were ready to annihilate them all! Right?

He certainly sounded confident, at least. It was a good match for his naturally rugged looks. Hopefully wed have a victory to back that up. It wouldnt look cool if he gave me all that bravado and lost. I was sure hed be bursting with shame, but I wondered if the thought of losing had even occurred to him. I doubted they ever worried much about such things. But ah well.

Shion, meanwhile, was still marveling at her sword, smiling as she whispered Ill let you crack as many skulls as you want soon and other creepy reassurances to it. At times, she acted mega-ditzy, and other times she exhibited this serial-killer streak. The more I knew about her, the more danger I sensed from her. Lets just pretend I didnt see that, actually.

Hakuro, for his part, was as cool as always. As serene as a mountain pond, you could say, the sign of a well-seasoned veteran of battle.

Then I heard him whisper, I do hope some of them will provide a challenge.

Oh great. Him too? I was at a loss. Where did all this ogre self-confidence come from? Theyre about to fight an army theyve already lost to onceId figure a little more caution would be in order , I thought as I sighed.

About an hour into our camping prep, I received a message.

Is now a good time, sir?

My Thought Communication sprang into action as I rested, watching everyone at work.

What is it? Did you find something?

Well, I found a group engaged in battle.

What?! Gabil?

No, not him. Theres only one lizardman, someone I believe to be a close aide to the chief. Here against a group of orcsone high-level orc, plus more under his command. Around fifty in all.

A close aide? All alone?

Yes, my lord. The battle has only just begun, but I feel the outcome is already clear. It would appear one of the higher-level orcs is seeking to torment the lizardman in order to show off his strength. What should we do?

Could you defeat this higher-level orc and his men?

It should be simple, sir.

More of that confidence. I figured I could trust Soei on that. But what about that lizardman? I couldnt just let him die, but if the orc wanted a fight, now would be a good time to scope out their abilities.

Thought Communication allowed me to see the world through Soeis eyesa pretty handy feature, in my opinionbut unlike myself, Soei couldnt keep the link going indefinitely. He needed to rest that muscle, so to speak, on regular occasions. This applied to everyone else, too; they could receive all the thoughts they wanted, but sending them was subject to certain restrictions. If anything, the fact I could send all I wanted made me a freak of nature. We couldve linked together more closely if Soei werent so far away, but no point complaining to him about that.

All right. Try to observe them for as long as you can and relay what happens afterward. I feel bad for that lizardman, but keep your distance for the time being. Step in if you think the battles gonna turn fatal.

Yes, my lord!

The connection expired. Sounds like somethings up, then. No way a lizardman would be alone in the outer regions of the forest otherwise. I was hoping to rest and take my time gauging things, but I guess that wasnt going to happen.

I gathered everyone together. Listen, people, I said, were not camping. It sounds like somethings going down.

I saw the faces of the goblin riders tense up. So were fighting? one asked.

Likely, yeah. Our enemy numbers approximately fifty, so I want to see two of you tackle each one. Remember, the orc lords capable of absorbing the abilities of dead enemies. So dont push it. If you think youre in trouble, get out of there. Are we clear on that?

Yessir! they cheered, Gobta leading them on.

Right. Ill get their position from Soei. Once were there, I want you to surround them, then rub them out as quickly as possible. And remember, dont push yourselves.

Arent you worrying a little too much about this, Sir Rimuru? Benimaru interjected. Because I think we have an extremely capable crew of riders here, to say nothing of us.

You think? Well, I suppose its up to you guys, then. Get moving.

Yes, my lord!

I watched as Benimaru and Hakuro led the riders off. Shion was staying with me. The riders could handle the infantry-level orcs, but I wanted to see this high-level officer for myself. The more I knew about our enemy, the more Id have to work with in the upcoming battle. I had Soei and Shion working on my sideI doubted itd be too dangerous for me.

Thus, we mounted Ranga and made a beeline for Soei.

We reached Soei as he deflected a sword slash from an orc that had just jumped off a tree limb. The orc bore a pair of heavy scimitars, curved to look like enormous meat-cutting knives but thick enough to slice through bone.

The long arms on the orcish races made it hard to estimate their offensive range. Soei engaged in a little back-and-forth with him, his constant array of leaps and dodges bringing him precariously close to defeat at times, to an outside observer.

I wasnt worried, though. This orc was, in my eyes, pretty weak. Unlike Hakuro, whose strikes seemed impossible to avoid even with the instincts of a born hunter, I could still predict this orcs moves just by looking at him. It was cute, in a way.

Gehh! Who are you? the long-armed orc shouted at me, his face a mixture of pig, wild boar, and human. Here to be consumed by an orc general?

Ah. This was the high-level one, then? The orc general?

How dare you act so rude around Sir Rimuru! Shion fired back, staring the general down with her unnervingly cold eyes.

Oh. You

I looked down at this new, faint voice. It belonged to a lizardman, looking up at me. She appeared to be cowering, wounded from head to toe and just barely breathing. She had lost a lot of blood. I doubted shed last long unaided.

I knew I had asked Soei to remain impartial for as long as possible, and I guess he followed my orders to the letter. He wasnt at fault for that, but now I wish he had stepped in a bit earlier. I was starting to look like a total villain, and I figured it was time for a good deed to make up for it.

Drink this, I said, tossing the lizardman a recovery potion. She hesitated for a moment but quickly drained the bottle. The effect was dramaticin an instant, all the cuts and bruises were gone.

What on?!

Impossible

The orc general and lizardman both expressed their surprise simultaneously. Nice. That oughta improve my rep a little. Good thing I earned some brownie points with these guys before the big meeting with the chief.

As I patted myself on the back, the lizardman approached me.

P-please, sir! Please, I need you and your envoy to rescue my father, the lizardman chiefand Gabil, my brother!

She was on one knee, head bowed down, as if praying to me.

What?

I was about to ask what happened to her when the orc general came rushing in. Get in my way, and Ill eat you first! he bellowed, crossing his scimitars in front of him. He was probably trying to catch me by surprise, but with my Magic Sense, that was never going to happen. I nimbly leaped backward to dodge the incoming strikes, but I didnt even need to bother with thatin a flash, Shion was in front of me, landing a single slash with her heavy blade.

The orc general instinctively recrossed his swords to block the attack, but Shions sheer force knocked them right out of his hands. The extra skill Steel Strength put her power off the charts, even by nonhuman standards, so I shouldve expected as much.

Worthless beast, she murmured, angrily staring the orc general down with her well-defined face. You cannot stand still for a single moment while Sir Rimuru is deigning to speak?

Dammit! All of you, seize this wench at

None of the orc underlings responded to the order. It was understandable, given how they no longer existed.

They hardly put up a fight at all, Benimaru said, riding up to me. Hardly worth my time!

Yeah, Sir Rimuru, added Gobta, riding alongside him. Boy, talk about a letdown, huh? Going two on one almost made me feel bad for them.

They had apparently wrapped up the encirclement and massacre, just as I ordered. The speed with which they had carried out those orders shocked me into silence. Hakuro was just cutting down the few surviving orcs behind them. Maybe I was worrying too much.

Y-youre kidding me! the orc general managed to gasp out. Then things got even worse for him. Just as I was about to order Soei to interrogate him, everything finished.

Die!

The voice was accompanied by a single flash of light, backed up by a low rumble. And with it, the orc general ceased to exist in any physical sense.

What is that idiot doing? I whispered.

Soei had the same intention as me, approaching the orc general to extract whatever information he could. But Shion had no similar thoughts.

I have given this impudent fool the divine punishment he deserves, my lord!

She smiled at me, anticipating the praise that was no doubt coming. I didnt know whether to compliment her or scream at her.

Uh, yeah, I ventured. Lets try to capture em alive next time, all right?

Ah, yes, Sir Rimuru! We need to make them fully understand what happens when they cross the likes of you!

No, nothing like that. At all. But I didnt want to bother explaining it to her. She said yes to my request, and that was good enough. The entire squad was now dead, and while I wouldve liked some of the orc generals intel, I was willing to call this a success. No point dwelling on whats already done.

I mentally shifted gears as I turned to the lizardman. At least we wouldnt be interrupted any longer.

Theres still a few days until our meeting. What happened?

She looked at Soei and me in succession before setting her eyes upon me. I am the daughter of the lizardman chief, she said, conviction clear in her voice. I serve as the head of his royal guard. In advance of our alliance, my brother Gabil has overthrown the royal family and imprisoned the chief. He intends to wage open battle against the orcs, but he vastly underestimates their strength. If this keeps up, we will lose, and the lizardman race will be wiped off the land.

She paused for a moment, searching for the right words.

The chief instructed me not to put an undue burden upon you as I related this message. Butplease, as the one who offered us this alliance, I beg you to help us!

Now she was fully prostrate on the ground at me.

Well, huh. Gabil was the son of the lizardman chief, it turned out, and his sister was right here with us. They must have all had good genes. It was a pity how Gabil turned out.

Still, I couldnt let anything happen to the chief.

So now what?

Well, keep in mind that we havent forged this alliance quite yet. The chief knew he couldnt count on us to get involved with an internal dispute at this point, so he sent you over to keep me informed of things. Is that how it is? If so, then whyre you asking me for help?

It sounded mean, I knew, but I wasnt bound by any debt to the lizardmen. Itd be one thing after I signed on the dotted line, but itd still be a lot more intelligent for us to get out of there. I was also starting to resent her not having a name, either. I had heard monsters could tell one another apart via the subtle vibrations they emitted as part of their emotions, but as an ex-human, it was all Greek to me. I felt weird calling her a lizardman and chiefs guard leader, though.

As my mind was veering off track, she looked straight up at my face. I thought, she said, that ones who have evolved to be as powerful as yourselves may have the strength to rescue us all. If the dryads who watch over this forest have recognized your skills, then I only hope you have the mercy to help. I fully know how selfish this is, but please

Ah, well said! Shion suddenly burst out. You have a great deal of potential, indeed, if you have noticed the full glory of Sir Rimurus strength. I am sure the lizardmen shall be saved, just as you hope they will. Were already dedicated to destroying the orc forces, besides!

Great. Here we go again. I had the weirdest sense of dj vu all of a sudden. I had appointed Shion to be my secretary, but she had a real knack for tossing more and more work into my in-box.

Ah well. We were in for a fight anyway. Might as well cooperate as much as we couldas long as we didnt get hurt along the way.

Soei, can you Shadow Motion yourself to where the chief is?

I can, sir.

All right. I hereby order you to rescue the lizardman chief. If anything gets in the way of our alliance, eliminate it.

Yes, my lord!

So youll?! Oh, thank you so much!!

The lizardman was beside herself with gratefulness. Which I was fine with. But again, I had no intention of getting myself killed for her.

Keep in mind, Im not planning to sacrifice myself or my people for this, all right?

I would expect as much, yes. I would also like to serve as your guide, if you like

Good. Glad to see she wasnt offended. She probably knew she was asking a lot, and that she couldnt heap all the responsibility on our shoulders alone. There wouldnt be much point to calling it an alliance otherwise.

I appreciate the thought, I replied, but Soei will reach the chief a lot faster operating by himself, I think

Can you hold your breath for approximately three minutes? Soei asked.

Yes, absolutely! I can hold out for five, in fact.

All right. You can join me, then. Is that all right, Sir Rimuru?

Sure, no problem. Take these, too.

I gave Soei a few recovery potions. If he was fine with it, I was, too. I had no reason to refuse her as long as she wasnt a drag on my men.

You could probably dilute these to a tenth of the strength and theyd still do the trick, as long as the injurys not too serious. Use em on anyone who needs em. If anything happens, Im just a Thought Communication away.

Yes, my lord. He nodded and saluted me. Were off, then.

The lizardman bowed deeply before turning to Soei. He placed his hands on her hips and began Shadow Motion, disappearing from our sight in an instant.

Im sure the chief is in good hands with him, Benimaru said approvingly. And given Soeis skills, I figured he was right.

With Soei taking care of the chief, I went back to my original work of surveying the battlefield. Things had ramped up, apparently, so I didnt have time to waste.

All right. Lets go see what this Gabil guy is up to.

Can we help him, do you think? Shion asked.

I shrugged. Depends on him, I suppose. I cant say if hes still alive or not.

We had agreed to rescue the lizardman chief. I hadnt breathed a word about Gabil, and I certainly wasnt going to expose ourselves to danger for his sake

For now, I wanted to check out the state of the war.

You arent planning to venture into battle yourself, are you, Sir Rimuru?

Thats my plan, Benimaru. And Id like to see things with my own eyes before deciding on anything.

Scoping out the situation was basic stuff , I thought, and I did want to check and see if Gabil was alive. Benimaru, however, was vehemently opposed.

My lord, wait a moment. Hakuro and I could handle the job well enough by ourselves. You and Shion could simply observe us from afar, instead.

Indeed, Sir Rimuru. You are my leader, and the leader of us all. I am sure it would be wiser to leave this battle to us, in this case

Guys, guys, thats not gonna work. All we had here were Benimaru, Hakuro, and a hundred goblin riders. Everyone had to pitch in.

I had been planning to work out a more detailed battle plan at a conference once the alliance was set in stone, but I already had the general idea in mind. Wed use the lizardman force as bait, and Id have Benimaru and the other ogre mages take care of the higher-level orcs for me. In other words, I basically wanted to create a scenario where Id be fighting one-on-one against the orc lord. I wasnt interested in sending a hundred people to their suicides against two hundred thousand.

Whoa, whoa, calm down, guys. Do you seriously intend to defeat two hundred thousand screaming orcs with a band of a hundred Riders? I pointed out with more than a little disbelief.

Yeah! Gobta chimed in enthusiastically. You tell em, sir! I couldnt blame him. You couldnt expect someone to follow an order to jump off a cliff.

I figured, where theres a will, theres a way, Benimaru grumbled. Only Hakuro and Shion agreed with him. I was starting to wonder if all these ogres had a screw loose somewhere. Will can only get you so far, guys!

I was planning to give them a fair bit of leeway, but maybe I should tighten the reins a little instead. They had already lost to the orcs oncethey should know how scary they all were. That was my take on their reaction, but I didnt verbally share it with them. They were all acting like their evolutions had wiped the slate totally clean.

Well, anyway, Im gonna be watching the situation from the skies above. Ill give out orders depending on how things go, so Ill let you handle the details on the ground, Benimaru.

All right. Fair enough, then.

That seemed to appease him well enough. But I was still nervous. Id never done anything like commanding an army before. I played a lot of strategy games on the PC, but I had no experience directing actual flesh and blood around. So my intention was to watch the action from overhead and stick strictly to handing out orders. Id use Thought Communication to link up with everyone and keep them abreast of developments. Benimaru would then use that to command the ground forces, although Id have ultimate authority over whether we retreated or not.

So is that clear? I said to the assembled goblin riders. You are to follow the orders of Benimaru, unless I give specific orders myself. Also, dont do anything you think might get you killed! This isnt gonna be our last stand, so dont fool yourself into thinking it is.

Raahhhh!

The riders roared their approval once more. I warned them not to get too hotheaded, but war was war, and they were rarin for one.

We will not let you down, Sir Rimuru! Shion said, Benimaru nodding next to her. Hakuro was as unaffected as always.

Ahh, Im sure itll work itself out. But between the way-overconfident ogres and the level of excitement among the goblin riders, I had a feeling I was getting in over my head. So I swore to myself If things get too hairy, retreat, retreat, retreat.

I was about to sprout wings from behind my back when I realized that my clothes would get in the way.

Wings granted me the ability to flythat I knew from past experimentationbut this was an unexpected snag. Then I recalled what Shuna told me. The magical thread used in the clothing could transform itself, to some extent, based on the will of the wearer. Now I know what she meant.

Picturing myself with wings, I could feel two holes automatically open over my back. The wings came out, and the holes closed themselves. This customization is pretty nice. Better thank Shuna and Garm again later.

It would take about an hour of running to make it out of the forest, but in the air, it took barely any time at all. Now I was above the battlefield, checking out the entire situation. I was a bit too high up to distinguish between the two sides, but I could use Magic Sense to figure it out well enough.

It was almost like I was a satellite, taking photos of the land below from sub-stratospheric heights. And come to think of it, having a birds-eye view of the entire battle like this gave us a killer advantage, didnt it? And using that info to send Thought Communication messages to any of the troops I needed It was like bringing the latest advances in war technology to a medieval battle. I had access to information that no general in this world couldve ever imagined.

It was just what I needed to make the numbers work with the small force we had. In fact, this approach was probably best suited for handling small, mobile armies like ours. I marveled at my good luck at stumbling across this tactic as I scoped out the battlefield.

To sum up, it wasnt looking great for the lizardmen. They were clearly surrounded with no escape route, and it was only the wild rallying from their leader that let them hold out. There was no telling how long theyd last.

Squinting, I recognized Gabil as the leader. I thought he was some random idiot at first, but maybe I underestimated him. Given how obviously devoted his sister was to him, I shouldve recognized that he was a decent person at the core. The first impression he gave was disastrous, though.

As a commander, he lacked the ability to see the big picture in battle, which might ultimately doom him. But it wasnt like leaders were born capable of doing that, without any experience. If he survived this and learned from it, hed very likely become a great general someday.

Now a single orc appeared before Gabil. Another group, clad in black armor, formed a circle around him. Definitely higher-level ones, decked out in full plate and showing a military discipline none of the other orcs had. The one facing Gabil was likely an orc general like the one Shion had erased from existence a bit ago; he clearly projected a much stronger presence than the orcs in the circle.

Then the duel began. Gabil fought courageously. His considerable nimbleness and skill with a spear as he faced off against the orc general made me wonder if Gobta had had any chance at all, in fact, without that shadow-skipping trick.

Sadly, though, the difference in strength between him and the orc general was just too much. Little by little, Gabils body was being ravaged by cuts and wounds. I hated to let him die. And if thats what I thought, the answer was clear. I gave my orders.

Ranga, can you Shadow Motion yourself to Gabil?

Yes, my master.

As with Soei, Ranga could directly travel to anybody hed personally met before. Which simplified things for me, definitely.

Gobta, you go there, too!

Geh! R-really?! Its, like, a huge army there

I heard a scream of pain through the transmitted thought. Gobta was cut off for a moment, then the line came back.

He will gladly accept the mission, Sir Rimuru.

Now it was Shion inserting herself into my mind. I didnt know what had happened to Gobta, but I suppose I didnt need to.

Great. I want you two to rescue Gabil for me. Get going!

Gobta would get to Gabil first while Ranga was distracting the rest of the horde. Hed then work with the lizardmen and goblins to forge a path out of that hellhole.

Off they went, together. But not even they could last long amid the sheer number of orcs, I thought.

Sir Rimuru , Benimaru asked, are we allowed to goall out, then?

Help the lizardmen first. They need it. After that, do whatever you want. Pay attention to whatever orders Hakuro gives you, but otherwise, have at it.

Yes, my lord! We will show them exactly what the ogre raceor should I say, the ogre mages can do!

He sounded happy. Which was good. Because things were about to happen, and quickly.

My orders complete, I checked on the state of the battle.

The lizardman defensive ranks were about to collapse. It wouldnt be long now. And if thats how it was outside, the caverns where the chief was might be just as infested right now. I sent Soei in there by himself; would he be all right? I wasnt too worried about Ranga, but what about Gobta? To say nothing of Benimaru and his crew

Oh well. No point fretting about it now. I gave the orders, and they accepted them. If any agreed to do something they knew they couldnt accomplish, it was their own damn fault.

When I was still new at my company, the boss would yell at me all the time about taking on more work than I could handle. If things got delayed as a result, it negatively affected everyone on the team, according to him. The same went for managers, tooif they were too unobservant to realize they were overtaxing their employees, they deserved what was coming to them.

It was key to do the work that was best suited to you. A bosss job was to gauge his teams abilities and distribute the work correctly.

I still didnt have a full grasp on these guys capabilities. It was hard to figure out whether I was asking them for too much or not. I just hoped they knew themselves better than I didand that I wasnt dumber than I thought.

It was an irresponsible thing to think, but I had to believe in it for now. And since a bosss task was to step in and help whenever things went awry, I had a duty to keep watch over them. If anyone ran into trouble down there, I didnt want them to be alone.

A single swing of the halberd broke the spear in the chiefs hands.

The fact the chief had survived this assault so far was worthy of praise in itself. He gave a proud sneer as he looked at the orc general.

Pah-ha-ha-ha! I can fight all I want to without a weapon!

All the bravado in the world didnt convince anyone else in the room that he meant it. His armor was already shattered, cracks in his proud scale mail obvious for all to see. With nothing left to protect him, the chief was a hairbreadth away from death.

Listen! he shouted with as much authority as he could muster. Come forward, my guard! Protect as many of the women and children as you can. I refuse to let you give up! Buy us as much time as possible and wait for help to arrive!

Ch-chief These reinforcements cannot truly exist

Dont say that! he replied, admonishing the vice general of his royal guard. Believe in them! We can never abandon hope. Protect the pride of the lizardmen until the very end!

The chief never wanted to show a moment of weakness. He was a symbol of the lizardman strength, their final hope. To the lizardmen with no place else to flee to, they had nothing to lean upon apart from his words.

Plus, he added to his team with a smile, as long as I can beat this foe, we can open a new path for ourselves.

He was right. If they could defeat the orc ringleader blocking the exit, they would have a literal path to survival. There was no despair among the lizardman warriors.

Even if their chief fell, they knew they would stand up and fight. This much they had learned over the years, seeing him stand for his people. They would fight to the last man, and as long as they evacuated as many of the innocents as they could, no greater victory could be obtained.

They had to find a connection to the future. But even that hope was crushed before the orc general.

You old fool! All the ridiculous chatter in the world wont save you now!

A flash, and the halberd in the orc generals hands sliced its way into, and then through, the chiefs chest.

Argh!!

He fell, coughing up blood on the way.

This is it

The caverns echoed with the shouts of lizardmen.

The orc general stepped forward, aiming to land the final blow upon the chief, only to be stopped by a small team of fighters. He cut them down, resentful at this obstacle, and reached the chiefs body.

You fought well, for a lizardman, he rumbled. Your courage proves to us that you will serve well as our flesh and blood. When you die, you will die basking in the honor of becoming part of us!

He aimed the blade of his halberd upon the chiefs neck, lifted it up, and

Id rather you didnt do that. We have a promise with the chief.

was stopped by the voice of someone who appeared in front of him.

At that moment, the arrival of this man, Soei, completely changed the destiny of the lizardman race.

Soei smiled a thin smile. He felt, truly, that he had served his master well. To him, this was nothing Benimaru could ever manage, whether he was son of the past king or not. The two had been rivals since childhood, and sooner or later Soei would have become his loyal subject, serving the lord that led the way for the entire ogre race.

But that was all in the past. Now, he had a new master in Rimuru. And the thought pleased him.

The ogres had enjoyed a long era of peace, undisturbed by any kind of conflict. To them, the monsters of the forest were nowhere near challenging enoughand as of late, they havent even had any rampaging lesser dragons to deal with. It was a good thing, Soei knew. But he could never deny that he wanted to make full use of all the skills that had been hammered into him.

Then his settlement was attacked by orcs. He cursed his powerlessness on that day. He had assumed their end would come quickly afterwardthey were rudderless, unable to avenge their friends and family.

But now, he was happy, and thankful for his happiness. Under his new master, he had been granted a chance at vengeance.

He would never let his pride weaken his guard. That single defeat had taught him a great deal. Along with the humiliating memories, he had etched into his heart exactly how foolish he had been all along.

He had polished his Arts for his master, eliminating his foes, honing everything he had within him. Nothing delighted him more than having orders to follow. And now, Soei was ready to faithfully execute them.

Looking up at the silent man, the chief recognized him as the monster who had met with him earlier. The high-level member of the magic-born races who called himself Soei, the very one who had offered the alliance. He came for me? But we have no alliance forged yet. But, but Doubts and questions swirled in his mind. Yet, the chief, near the end of his life, could do little. He attempted to speak, clearing the blood from his throat.

Lord Soei You have come for me? After we forged ahead, ignoring your advice? By my very life, please, help the lizardmen

He tried his best to entrust his peoples future to Soei before he passed. But now there was another figure there. One he did not recognize before she spoke.

Father, drink this!

An aqua-blue container was presented to his mouth. The moment he felt the liquid passing between his fangs, his hideous-looking wounds were magically gone, as if nothing had ever been amiss. In a moment, it had brought him back to perfect health.

Wha?!

The chief sprang up, in a state of shock.

My advice? What do you mean? Well, it doesnt matter. I want you to wait here until the appointed day arrives. And try to be careful. Neither my master nor I would enjoy it very much if you were to die on us.

It sounded so out of place, this cold, oddly calming voice.

Hes saying hell keep his promise about the alliance? But

But now is no time for that, he said. The orcs

Then he realized something was off. The orc general, halberd still high in the air, had stopped moving. His face had an odd dark-reddish tint to it, his muscles bulging as he focused all his strength on the upcoming swing.

That What is the meaning of?

Dont worry. Ive stopped him for now.

Soeis comment made the situation clear for the chief. But what did it mean?

He gave Soei a wild-eyed look. He realized that this orc general, who had completely dominated him in battle a moment ago, was now rendered completely helpless before this envoy.

What? What are you?

A pity, though, Soei blithely commented as he looked at the frozen orc. I had him captured, I was hoping to torture him so he would be of some use to Sir Rimurubut it would appear he is sharing information with some outside source. I suppose I will have to kill him, then.

For Soei, an information merchant of sorts, having data leaked out to the enemy deeply bruised his pride. That was why he always took the utmost care in observing the enemy. A blue light flickered in his eyes now, detecting minute shifts in the magicules in the atmosphere. It indicated he was using Observing Eyes, one of his extra skills, and that skill told him the orc general was transmitting what he saw to someone, perhaps through a crystal orb or other medium.

Soei decided it was better to kill the orc than to have his cover blown. But murder in itself did not interest him that much. So he decided to reveal a little more, in hopes of gauging the enemys movements.

But just killing you would be boring, he said with a mild smile, so why dont I have you relay a message as well? I assume whoevers controlling you orcs is watching me now, right? Your turn is next. And well make sure you will deeply regret making the ogre mages your enemy.

And with that, Soei took his eyes off the orc general, no longer interested in him. His work was done, and it was time to take out the trash.

Die, he whispered. The next moment, the orc general was torn into millions of fine pieces by the Sticky Steel Thread Soei had wrapped around him.

Right there was the moment that the final form of Threadmaster, a battle move first conceived by Rimuru, was born.

The chief watched, stunned speechless. He tried to keep his mind from racing as he recalled what he had just heard. Then he turned to Soei, not bothering to wipe the sweat from his brow.

Ogre mage He is among the ogre mages?!

He stared at him, as if looking at something his mind refused to parse. Then he recalled the power he had shown a moment ago. Now it made sense.

Perhaps I should have known. He is a legend along the lines of the orc lord. The next level of ogres

Ogre mages were the evolved form of ogres, already high-level denizens of the forest. It made sense, then, that the force he exhibited was akin to a high-level magic-born. Well past A rank, and difficult to wrap ones mind around. So few among the magic-borns ever made it to that point.

But something Soei said rang in the chiefs mind. He had said the ogre mages. Plural. There were more of them. The thought sent a shiver down his spine.

My decision he thought. My decision to accept this alliance was the best one I have ever made

Then the chief sank to the floor. He was sure of it now. If the ogre mages were helping him, the lizardmen would absolutely be saved.

Despite having an orc general defeated in the blink of an eye, the orcish soldiers showed zero sign of panic. The battle continued at a frenzied pace as the guard chief used the recovery potions Soei gave him to tend to the wounded.

Soei wearily eyed the hordes. We can hardly rest easy with these annoying flies around, he said, as calm and composed as ever. I might as well take care of them, too, while Im at it. Give me one moment, please.

Shortly after, Soeis body appeared to disrupt into multiple images of himself. Five shadows leaped forward, each one identical to Soei, right down to his clothing and equipment. They were copies, made with his magical Replication skills, and each one silently began taking action.

Heading for the corridors, they stood before the lizardmen doggedly propping up the halls defense. One was stationed at each of the five exits out of the chamber, including the evacuation route. The lizardmen stared in awe at them but let them through regardless.

You may rest for now, each one said as he went down his individual paths. As they did, the lizardmen were greeted with an unbelievable sight. The orcish soldiers, who had seemed like demons from hell itself just a moment ago, were helpless as Soei mowed them down by himself. The same sight was unfolding in each of the corridors.

Demonwire Slash.

An efficient, glittering machine of death. In a moment, the Sticky Steel Thread deployed across each corridor was infused with magic power, moving exactly how Soei wanted it to. There was no place to run from it, especially in these tight underground halls.

The moment he executed the move, the orcish soldiers found themselves instantly sliced and diced. It was perhaps lucky for them that they were incapable of fear. From the lead man forward, they were being massacred without even a moment of resistance. Soei showed them no mercy, no pity for even a second, slaughtering the orcs like a hunter reaping the lives of prey caught in his trap.

The orcs to the rear feasted upon the bite-size pieces of orc chopped up by the web-like network of string, ran full-steam forward, and got killed themselves.

The corridors were a twisty mass of passages, and now they were the sole domain of Soei. He had his wires laid out in a dizzying number of ways, and he could alter their locations at any time. To him, the orcs were simply bothersome pests that needed to be exterminated, far too frail to be considered truly enemies. His Replicants silently, efficiently, followed their orders as they carried out the carnage.

The lizardmen were too shocked to say anything. The scene before them played over and over again, filling them with awe and fright. It was strength on a completely different dimension, the work of a person whose power surpassed anything they could even envision in their imaginations.

Beyond this , Soei thought, the Replicants could take care of things themselves. He left the sixth copy there as a contact point, just in case, and then began moving again, undetected by anyone. He was on his way back to Rimuru, his master, seeking a new role for himself.

After Gobta and Ranga went on their way, Benimaru thought in silence for a moment.

If I could ask, he said to the hobgoblins within earshot, can all of you use Shadow Motion?

The tempest wolves, Rangas clan, could use itwhat about their partners on the battlefield?

Not by ourselves, like Gobta can, replied one of the riders, who sported an eyepatch. But if were with our partners, we can, yes.

Yeah! Were one with our partners, body and soul!

Good to hear, Benimaru said, nodding contentedly. Were going to slash our way into the encirclement from the outside, so I want you to Shadow Motion yourselves to Gobta. Sir Rimuru sent him ahead first so itd be easier to transport the rest of you there.

Oh, another hobgob commented. Wow, Sir Rimurus pretty smart!

Yeah! So he had Ranga divert the enemys attention while he had Gobta shore up the lizardmens position?

And then we charge in, regroup with Gobta, and while the enemys confused, we turn the tables on them. Right?

Benimaru nodded. There was a smile on his face, betraying his delight at everyone understanding Rimurus train of thought.

Thats exactly it. And if you understand it, charge in there, now!

Yes, my lord!!

Thus, the goblin riders began their first onrush into the war.

That left only the three ogre mages in the area.

Benimaru began to stretch out his body, not a trace of concern in his mind. As a fighter race who worked as mercenaries and such, ogres bore a particular emotional attachment to having a master to rely on. Earning a master to serve for the rest of their lives was the single sincerest wish they all shared.

That, and Benimarus warrior past changed his outlook on the world. He knew he tended to act selfishly most of the time. That was why he had hesitated to take over the role of ogre king, back in the day, not that it mattered now. Having such a lofty position would mean he would never have been allowed on the battlefield where death was a constant presence. Now, things were different. He could play a front-and-center role all day if he wanted. He liked where he was, and he had two of his friends with him, following him without complaint.

It is coming soon, Hakuro observed, stretching out his body to prepare.

It is, Shion chimed. We must thank Sir Rimuru for providing this chance.

They, along with Benimaru, saw Rimuru as their master. That was why they felt so safe relying on each other. They were working together for a common master, and Rimuru enjoyed his position leading them both.

All right. Shall we kick this off, then? The first battle in the glorious victory we will eventually offer to Sir Rimuru?

The ogres nodded at Benimarus words, and instantly, the three took off at top speed. They ran through the lush trees and grass, almost flying along the ground, the smell of water growing stronger in their nostrils. They were upon the marshlands in the blink of an eye, smashing through the orc hordes on the outer perimeter without dropping their speed for a moment.

A blast of energy shot out from Shions heavy sword. The orcish soldiers crowded in front of her were blown away before they realized what had happenedand the attack signaled the beginning of their battle.

Weak. That was Benimarus first impression. He didnt have to bother lifting a finger as Shion and Hakuro cut down anyone foolhardy enough to approach.

To Benimaru, though, this wasnt very fun. His two compatriots were masters of close-quarters combat. Shion also had the Art known as Ogresword Cannon, which let her unleash pure energy from the tip of her blade. From an overhead perspective, Hakuro worked in little dots of activity, while Shion fired lines of lethal bolts from afar. There was no room for Benimaru to do anything else.

All right! You pigs standing in front of me; you had better run for your lives. Do, and I will spare you.

None of the orcs flinched. They could hear shouts of Die, bastard! and You will not ridicule us! as they charged at the ogres, even more enraged than before.

Prepare to die, then!

Realizing his foes had no intention of fleeing, Benimaru casually thrust his right hand forward. A black ball of flame flickered to life above it, expanding to about three feet in diameter before he unleashed it. Realizing the danger, the orcish soldiers took evasive actionbut they were too late. The fireball continued to expand and accelerate, faster than a hurricane, and the orcs were simply too slow to run from it.

Anyone who touched it was instantly incinerated, not even leaving a pile of ashes behind. But that wasnt what made the dark fireball terrifying. Several seconds later, upon reaching a large clutch of orcs in front of it, the flame released all the energy it had stored inside. An area three hundred feet in diameter was suddenly cloaked in a dome of pure black, centered around the fireball. Then, a mighty rumble, low and loud enough to freeze the entire battlefield, and the blood of everyone in it.

The entire area was now quiet, robbed of the sounds of war that ruled over it just a moment ago. This was Hellflare, an incendiary attack that dominated like nothing before or since.

In his evolution, Benimaru had obtained the extra skills Control Flame, Dark Flame, and Ranged Barrier. Combining those with his own mystical skills led to this creation, an original skill exclusive to himself.

In a few seconds, the dome disappeared, leaving nothing but scorched earth behind. The marsh water in the area affected had vaporized, the very soil under it turned into glass by the heat. The transformation was stark, and the several thousand orcs who had been under that dome were all now a thing of the past, never knowing what had hit them.

And it all happened within a minute of the first flicker of flame from Benimarus hand.

This was the answer Benimaru had for this war. The evolution had turned him into a terrifying magic-born, one whose area-of-effect attacks could now wipe out entire regions at once. He grinned an evil grin.

Open the way, pigs! he warned, once again. Now these orcs knew fear. The Ravenous unique skill inoculated them to it to some extent, but Benimarus tactical strike was more than enough to stoke the fear at the deepest pits of their stomachs.

This was an attack they could never withstand, no matter what they did. It was on a level they had never experienced before. Magic, they had measures against, but not even the orc generals, equipped with anti-magic full-plate mail, could survive the incineration. Innate resistances to fire, the orcs reasoned, were useless, and they were rightyour garden variety of magical immunity wouldnt work here. This attack was a fearsome antipersonnel weapon, equal to a high-level forbidden incantation.

There was nothing any of the victims could have done. And not even their ashes remained, robbing the survivors of the ability to consume the corpses and strengthen themselves. No orc soldier could handle a high-level magic-born, and his debut struck fear in their hearts.

In a panic, they began to stampede, totally out of control. Nothing could knock them back to their senses now; the only thing in their minds was running, quickly, anywhere away from there.

And it was that opening salvo that signaled to Rimuru and his forces that it was time to join the fray.

Tossing a glance at the chaos he had just unleashed, Benimaru began striding forward. He was perfectly casual, as if taking a stroll in the park, and the two ogres with him were the same. There was nobody left to challenge them, and now they could see the army that engaged Ranga and his comrades.

The orcish soldiers, to them, were no longer an obstacle.

Just as he had come to terms with his upcoming death, Gabil found himself saved. He turned around, intending to offer a word of thanks. These figures looked familiar, but it took a moment for the memory to return to his brain.

Ah! Yes! The ruler of that village that tamed the direwolves!

Gobtas dimwitted expression matched Gabils recollection of the noble hobgoblin that had defeated him in battle.

Ahh! he couldnt help but blurt out. You! You are the master of that village, yes? Have you come to our assistance?

Gabil had dismissed him as a scheming coward before, but now that his reinforcements were here, he figured he had the wrong impression all along. Gobta, meanwhile, wasnt sure how to respond. Whats he goin on about? he thought, dumbfounded. This lizardman made so little sense to him that he decided not to grace his madness with a reply.

This completely unexpected gift allowed Gabil a moment to survey his surroundings again. There was a great commotion from afar, indicating something else going on. Probably had something to do with that rumble from before , Gabil imagined. But Gobta knew what it really wasa signal from Benimaru that the ogres were on the scene.

Oops! Guess were getting started. Ummm, youre Gabil, right? Bring your allies together and get back in defensive formation!

Mm. Yes. I know.

Each had no idea what the other was talking about, but they still had the mental capacity to unite toward a common goal. They both hurried off, both with a new responsibility to handle.

Outside of Gobta and Gabils scope of attention, Ranga was sizing up the orc general.

You wish to get in my way? the fighter said, spear pointed straight at the wolf, a little unnerved by these new events but still in control of his wits. Who are you?

These wolves were a concern to him, certainly. The orc general had a feeling that the low rumble from before was a sign of even clearer danger, but he couldnt simply leave the wolves unchallenged.

I am Ranga, came the low, half-growled reply, the faithful servant of Sir Rimuru!

The two glared at each other.

Rimuru, you say? Ive never heard the name, but if this Rimuru seeks to defy us, we will destroy him.

Now the orc general had no interest in Ranga. If he wasnt aligned with a demon lord or high-level magic-born whose name he was familiar with, he felt free to kill him without regret. That rumbling roar suddenly seemed a lot more important to investigate.

He distractedly thrust his spear forward, attempting to skewer Ranga and end this fast. Ranga effortlessly reared back, dodging the strike.

Crafty little dog!

Now the orc general gave Ranga a closer look. Then he noticedthis wasnt any regular wolf at all. What? Come on. Just a simple magical beast Why am I letting him worry me so much? He assumed his sudden trepidation was just his mind playing tricks on him.

How dare some lowly animal bare its fangs at me! he shouted, giving orders to his team of elites. The orc knights fanned out, surrounding Ranga in a perfectly timed maneuver. Following their generals direction, they focused each of their spears on the wolf. There was no point challenging some animal to a one-on-one duel , he thought.

Ranga chuckled. He hadnt felt this heartened in ages, able to release his full instincts as an apex predator.

With a howl as long and loud as he could muster, he unleashed his aura. After spending so long in the shadow of Rimuru, he had been heavily exposed to his beloved masters aura and used it to picture himself as the magical beast he was. Something drove him to pursue this form of himself, and now Ranga realized it was time for his instincts to awaken.

He could feel the power surging within. His muscles grew, propelling him to his full, sixteen-foot-tall frame. His claws enhanced themselves, his fangs transformed into steel-like daggersbut what stood out most were the two horns that now grew from his forehead.

This was the form of his master, the one he saw in the past. The tempest starwolf. And now he had evolved into that.

The howl made the orcish soldiers shudder, but they felt no fear from it. Their orc general was right by their side, and the Ravenous skill had dulled their hearts. Ranga gave them a disinterested snort as he glanced at their leader. This was no threat to him now. He could feel his true strength, and it was time to show it off.

Sensing the flow of power, he focused his magic on his horns. The orc general picked up on this higher-level transformation, and he knew the danger involved. He hurriedly ordered his soldiers to spread out, but he was too late.

A flash of light ran across their ranks. Then the sound camethe crack of thunder as pillars of electricity shot up from the ground to the heavens, accompanied by a small army of tornadoes.

Ranga had obtained the Dark Lightning skilland while he couldnt directly control lightning the way Rimuru could, his two horns allowed him to define its range and power. And he had something elsethe extra skill Control Wind. This was, in a way, an inferior version of the Control Particles skill Rimuru had picked up. It let Ranga raise and lower the local atmospheric pressure to generate wind gusts, and combining it with Dark Lightning provided a lethal one-two punch.

Ranga knew thathis instincts told him soand he used it on his foes without a moments hesitation. Control Wind was his now, and he used it to generate a staggering pressure difference in the air above. This was the area he used Dark Lightning on, and the ensuing beams of electricity filled the exact area he wanted. The result was a writhing maelstrom of upward and downward air currents, eventually gathering themselves into a single massive vortex.

This led to several large tornadoes, exuding electricity as they ran roughshod across the battlefield like a great death-dealing storm. The orc general was instantly rendered into a pile of carbon, and his nearby soldiers were quickly picked off by the storm and thunderbolts.

Once the tornadoes left the scene, there were no more orcs nearby. Rangas broad-range attack skillDeathstormthus made its first impact on the world.

Ranga watched contentedly as his tornadoes stormed across the land. It had not affected any of the lizardmen, and even at maximum range and force, they did nothing to damage him. It emptied his magical reserves, of course, but not enough to render him immobile.

He wagged his tail, realizing it had worked perfectly. He let out another long, happy howl, more than enough to terrorize the orcs observing from afar. Ranga watched them flee in a panic, sitting down as he silently refilled his magic. The battle wasnt over yet. He would have more opportunities to contribute. There was no need to hurry things along.

Gobta appeared to be doing well, too. The lizardman force was starting to gather itself back together under the watchful command of Gabil. The goblin riders had rejoined Gobta, and together they were mowing down the orcs that had so tormented the lizardmen and goblins not long ago. It wouldnt be long before Gabils men were a coherent force again.

And nowthey could see Benimaru and his friends, walking in from far away. Ranga nodded to himself. Victory seemed assured now.

Gelmud was looking into his crystal ball. He didnt like what he saw.

Damn those worthless bastards!

In a fit of rage, he dashed the orb against the ground, shattering it into a million pieces. It had been showing the proceedings in the forest from the eyes of an orc generalGelmud had chosen that vantage point to take in what he expected to be the ultimate realization of all his ambitions. But now, the last of his intact crystal balls was a murky shade of black. All three of the soldiers he had entrusted orbs to had died in combat.

Gelmud had been pushing forward with preparations for the upcoming ceremony for the past three years. A ceremony to mark the birth of a new demon lord.

It had all been left in Gelmuds hands to arrange, and the assignment filled him with glee. If all went well, itd create a demon lord who would listen to his orders. It was too tempting a treat to ignore.

The demon lords of the world had forged a pact with one another that defined the Forest of Jura as untouchable, not belonging to any dominion. That was, however, just a formality, and small-scale interventions into the wood were a daily occurrence. Gelmud himself had several different operations under way below the surface.

What he was doing was planting the seeds of conflict across the forest.

Gelmud was personally giving names to the most powerful among each race that dwelled in the wood. Naming a creature consumed a great deal of magical energy, draining his powers for months at a time. It was a dangerous game to play, but the named treated Gelmud like a parent and listened to anything he told them.

Slowly, carefully, he had been building a small clique of protgs for him to manipulate forest-wide. Some had been uprooted from the ground before they could fully sprout, but others had fully blossomed. Some were goblins, some lizardmenand there were other races involved, too, all participating in the war as named monsters. It was poisoning the well to cull the weak from the herdpowerful against powerful, the survivors fated to be evolved into a demon lord.

Gelmuds plan had been going without a hitch.

These great wars among entire races shouldnt have occurred until three centuries after Veldoras disappearance. Whether sealed away or not, triggering a war while Veldora was still alive was playing with fire. It could break the seal itself, in fact.

So he had taken his time, gathering more pawns under his control and adjusting the power balance among the races. And now that Veldora had vanished far earlier than he anticipated, the whole thing was starting to fall apart.

But luck hadnt fled Gelmuds side yet. An orc lord was bornand while he hadnt been expecting that, he did successfully bring it over to his side. It was Gelmuds trump card, and now that plans were going well and truly awry, Gelmud had no choice but to play it. It would be better to let things work out naturally with a plan like this, but the way he saw it, he had no other choice. It was a bit like fixing the entire tournament, he knew, but he decided that the orc lord would be the next demon lord, no matter what.

The lack of time had forced him to speed up the plan a little, and Gelmud still didnt have enough strength to bring the higher-level races of the forest under his rule. He had wanted to sow some seeds among the ogres and treants as well, but that had fallen by the wayside this time.

To be exact, the ogres turned down the naming offer. He had tried to negotiate with them, but they steadfastly refused. As a warring race, the ogres were reluctant to quickly change allegiances. They were high level, yes, but Gelmud concluded that they could not be controlled.

The experience riled him enough that he decided to have the orc lord target the ogres first. The way they easily steamrolled over the ogre homeland assured Gelmud that he was on the right track. He had sent a magic-born employee over to keep tabs on things, but it wound up being unnecessary. The orc lord was growing steadily, and even his underlings were now nearing A rank. It made Gelmud rest a lot easier at night.

Rubbing out those annoying ogres first eliminated the last seed of anxiety for him. The treants were harmless as long as their lands were not directly threatened. He could take his time crushing them. Everything was proceeding as planned.

He had once feared the demon lords who ruled over him, but now, it was Gelmuds turn to man the strings. It wouldnt be long nowand when he topped it all off with the lizardmens destruction, all hed have left to tackle were those stupid goblin weaklings. And once the orc lord had supreme control over the forest, Gelmud intended to have him keep going and destroy a human city.

It would be his declaration to the world that a new demon lord had been born, and that declaration would be supported by facts once he wiped away the dryads and treants from the forest.

Soon, very soon, Gelmud would have a demon lord doing whatever he wanted. He would take his rightful place as one of the most powerful rulers in the world. He could see it all so clearly in his mind, but now

He hadnt bothered to renew the contracts with the people he spent a fortune to hire.

Gelmuds master was the one who introduced him to the Moderate Jesters. They were a creepy little band, and while they offered a wealth of powerful magic-borns to him, the plan was going so well that there just wasnt much work he could offernot without revealing his entire plan, which he wanted to avoid.

They had warned him to mind his business around the dryads. That was why he devoted so much effort to building an arsenal of magic-resistant armor and equipment. Problem solved, as far as Gelmud was concerned.

The orc lords army had conquered the majority of the forest. One more step, and everything would be theirs.

But now

Just as the orc lord was about to enjoy his new life as a demon lord, an unexpected presence had thrown a wrench into the gears.

All of a sudden, one of the crystal orbs went black. One of the five orc generals, the commanders who answered directly to the orc lord, had been killed. Gelmud grew confused, then panicked. He realized that if things went awry, not only would there be no place in the table among the worlds elites for himhis master might decide he wasnt worth having around any longer.

The realization came to him at around the same time his third crystal ball went silent. All hope seemed lost for his ambitionsand for himself.

Gelmud flew outside, casting a flight spell to propel him forward.

There was no time to bother formulating a plan now. He had to get to the marshlands, and he needed to be fast.