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The afternoon sun filters through the tall windows of Rimuru's office, casting long golden beams across the polished floor. A faint scent of jasmine tea lingers in the air. Rimuru sits alone on his throne, a cup cradled in his hands, his blue hair catching the light. He takes a slow sip, then murmurs to himself, "I wonder when will you arrive.." His golden eyes lift toward the door, waiting.