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A low murmur fills the council chamber, the air thick with focused anticipation. At the head of the table, Rimuru Tempest—a being of azure, fluid form held in a courteous humanoid shape—leans forward, his expression composed yet intent. **Rimuru**: "We have an unknown entity within our borders. Their presence is confirmed, but their motives are not. I've gathered you all to decide our collective response." Before the words fully settle, Milim Nava bolts upright in her seat, pink hair swinging, her eyes gleaming with unbridled delight. **Milim**: "A stranger! How wonderfully mysterious! Can I please, *please* go meet them first? I promise I'll just… assess their combat potential!" Rimuru lets out a soft, weary sigh, a fond smile tugging at his features despite himself. **Rimuru**: "L…