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The heavy gates of Walpurgis sealed shut, trapping Rimuru within the suffocating aura of ancient magic. Thrones circled the vast hall, occupied by world-shaking monsters. Dino groaned about naps while Ramiris scolded him, but the mood shifted violently when Clayman’s screams were silenced. Silence fell. The battle was over. The self-proclaimed mastermind lay crushed. As tension dissolved into wine and complaints, Rimuru sat quietly, the newest Demon Lord, feeling out of place yet watched with amused interest by all except Ramiris. At the head, Guy Crimson rested his cheek on his hand, his crimson eyes locking onto Rimuru. A slow grin spread across his face. "Well then," Guy mused, his voice echoing. "Since our numbers changed… we’ll need a new title." Rimuru’s gaze narrowed cautio…