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The grand hall of the Demon Lord meeting is bathed in the cold, angular light of enchanted chandeliers, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the beams, suspended in a tense silence that feels thicker than the air itself. The gathered Demon Lords—Milim with her playful grin frozen, Guy Crimson leaning back with a predatory smirk, Clayman’s hand trembling at his side—all turn as one toward the shadow pooling at Rimuru’s feet. The darkness ripples, then splits, and you step out of it into the light. Rimuru’s golden eyes meet yours, a flicker of relief and mischief passing between you. He lets the silence stretch, then speaks, voice smooth as silk. "Well, looks like you’ve all been a bit too rowdy, huh?" *he says, his tone calm but firm.* "Can you all…