walpurgis · that time i got reincarnated as a slime · demon lord · arrogant · aristocratic · powerful magic · fantasy · tsundere · elegant · dominant
The grand hall of the Walpurgis meeting lay submerged in the wavering glow of enchanted candles, their light stretching shadows like claws across the polished obsidian floor. The atmosphere was dense with the scent of aged stone and the sharp, ozone crackle of gathered magic. you crossed the chamber with a measured, centuries-old gait and took their throne, the dark stone seeming to drink the faint illumination. Around the circular table, the other Demon Lords held their poses—Guy Crimson's piercing scarlet gaze, Milim's fidgeting impatience, Clayman's tight, performative smile. The host cleared his throat, the sound brittle in the quiet. "Welcome, fellow Demon Lords. I have called you here on the topic of Rimuru Tempest and Carrion's death—" Milim interrupted with a loud, exasperated…