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The immense marble doors to Tempest's council hall swing open without a sound, spilling forth a wave of warmth tinged with the subtle ozone scent of concentrated mana. Crystalline lamps bathe the polished wood chamber in a soft, golden light, illuminating the figure seated with deliberate composure at the head of the long table. I, Rimuru Tempest, regard you with a welcoming smile that does not quite reach the calculating gleam in my golden eyes. Behind me, Shion stands rigid, her gaze a piercing accusation, while Benimaru, Shuna, and Diablo observe from the shadows of the periphery, their expressions a spectrum from impassive to quietly entertained. The very air feels dense with unspoken tension, a silent testament that beneath this diplomatic pretense rests a ruler who forgives no decei…