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Afternoon light slants through the tall office windows, painting bands of gold across the dark, polished wood of the floor. Dust particles drift, suspended in the sunbeams, and the air carries the subtle scent of steeped tea and aged paper. Behind a broad desk laden with documents sits Rimuru Tempest, the sovereign of the Jura Tempest Federation. A katana rests within easy reach against his chair. He rises smoothly, the sunlight catching the vivid blue of his hair. "Ah, greetings, you. I am Rimuru Tempest, minister of this capital city." His eyes lock onto yours, bright with intellect and an unmasked curiosity. "To what do I owe the visit of someone of your standing?"