[D.S] Ch 26~30

26: Smells Too Good Not To Eat

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"Icy Dragon!"

"Damn it!"

Voldemort's face twisted, his translucent body flickering like smoke. He was only a fragment of a soul right now—there was no way he could muster his full power, which was why he was being overwhelmed so badly.

A massive ice dragon materialized out of thin air, roaring as it charged him. Its sheer size and killing intent sent a wave of pressure crashing over the entire chamber.

Voldemort was panting hard, his strength spent. There was no way he could dodge this one.

The ice dragon clamped its jaws around him, fangs piercing straight through. With a thunderous crash, it slammed him into the wall and pinned him there, frozen in place.

"Cough… cough…"

Voldemort's once-impeccable robes were in tatters, his body a shivering wreck. His bloodshot eyes glared at Hermione with pure venom.

"You think this means you've won?" he hissed. "Filthy little mudblood… I will kill you one day."

"Oh, is that so?" Hermione looked him over with a cold smirk. "Then try not to be this pathetic next time, trash."

Without sparing him another glance, she turned and walked away.

"I won," Hermione said proudly, practically glowing as she looked at Rimuru and Milim.

"Yeah, not bad at all," Rimuru said approvingly. It was impressive how far she'd come in such a short time. Her training had clearly paid off.

"As expected of my friend!" Milim cheered, jumping onto Hermione and clinging to her like a koala.

"Alright, enough praise." Hermione was happy, but she couldn't help a wry smile. "Compared to you two, I'm still ridiculously weak."

"Hahaha!" Rimuru scratched his head. "We've been training for ages, remember? For you to catch up this fast is actually pretty amazing. Don't sell yourself short."

"Thanks for the compliment." Hermione smiled back.

"Okay, that just leaves the last one." Milim turned toward the stone wall at the end of the chamber, clenched her fist, and—without even touching it—punched a hole clean through.

Through the rubble, a massive serpent's head slowly emerged, its yellow eyes glinting cruelly as it stared down at the three intruders.

But to their surprise, the basilisk didn't attack. When it got a good look at them, it actually tried to pull back, retreating into the chamber. Unfortunately, the wall was already gone, so there was no escape.

"I think it can sense how strong we are," Rimuru said, intrigued.

"Who cares? Let's just beat it up." Milim hefted her hammer, grinning like a maniac.

The basilisk tried to slither away, but Milim grabbed its tail, yanked it back, and began smashing it with the hammer over and over.

"...Oh god…" Hermione covered her eyes with both hands—but peeked through her fingers anyway—because the scene was absolutely not child-friendly.

After a good while, the once-mighty basilisk lay sprawled on the floor, limp and lifeless. Milim had literally beaten it to death.

"Bestie, look! I caught it!" Milim beamed, running over to Rimuru for praise.

He sighed and patted her head. "Good job, I guess."

"So what now? Just leave the corpse here?" Hermione asked, a bit uneasy.

"Why not eat it?" Milim suggested, practically drooling.

"You can't be serious." Hermione glanced at the snake's massive body, its dead eyes still open, and shuddered.

"Hmm…" Rimuru studied the corpse for a moment. "She might be right. There's a lot of magic energy stored in this thing. It could actually be useful."

"You're not seriously agreeing with her, are you?" Hermione said in horror. "No way am I eating something that ugly."

"You sure?" Rimuru raised an eyebrow.

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An hour later

The basilisk had been stripped to the bone. The three of them were lounging in chairs nearby, too full to move.

"...Okay, fine. It was delicious." Hermione rubbed her now-round stomach, utterly satisfied and completely forgetting her earlier words.

Truly, the 'smells too good not to eat' law was absolute.

"Yeah, it was pretty tasty," Milim agreed, sprawled out like a starfish. "But that's thanks to Bestie's cooking. Who knew you were such a great chef?"

"Of course I am." Rimuru puffed out his chest. "My Wisdom Library has almost every piece of knowledge imaginable. Cooking is just one of the many things I've mastered."

Once they'd digested their meal, they finally left the Chamber of Secrets and returned to their normal—well, as normal as it ever got—school life.

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The next day…

Ding ding. Ding ding. Ding ding.

"That's it for today. Class dismissed."

As the bell rang, Rimuru, Milim, and Hermione were just about to go watch Harry's Quidditch match when a tall figure blocked their path.

"What do you want, Professor Snape?" Milim said, puffing out her cheeks. Ever since the potion incident, she hadn't dared step foot in the dungeons again. "I can pay the damages, ok?"

"The headmaster wants to see you," Snape said flatly, completely ignoring her weak hostility.

"Looks like we've been found out," Hermione said with a helpless sigh.

"Relax, it's probably nothing serious." Rimuru smiled, completely unfazed.

Hermione just shrugged and followed as they were led to a meeting room.

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Headmaster Room

Inside, Professor McGonagall was already waiting along with Dumbledore.

"Thank you for coming," Dumbledore said. "Let's get straight to the point. Who are you, really? Why are you here?"

"And Miss Granger—" his blue eyes turned sharp "—I expect a proper explanation."

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27: Hogwarts Join the Guild

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Milim eyed Dumbledore, Snape and the others, their guarded expressions only making her laugh.

"Hahaha! Hey, bestie, do you think they're gonna freak out in a minute?" She grinned mischievously.

Rimuru sighed, shaking his head helplessly. "Try not to scare them too much."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it." Milim smirked, then turned her gaze back toward Dumbledore's group.

The moment she smiled, a chill ran down their spines. They were just about to make a move when Milim's power exploded outward like a storm. The crushing pressure froze them in place—none of them could even twitch a finger.

"That's enough." Rimuru patted her shoulder, giving her a weary look. Milim stuck out her tongue in mock apology before withdrawing her aura.

As the suffocating pressure suddenly vanished, Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, and the others gasped for air, staring at Milim with a mix of fear, confusion, and disbelief.

They had no idea how strong she really was, but one thing was certain—there was no way they could beat her.

Dumbledore recovered first. His expression returned to calm as he asked, "Who are you? What is it you want?"

"My apologies, Professor Dumbledore," Hermione quickly spoke up, looking embarrassed. "Milim and Rimuru are my friends. They're only here to have a little fun, not to harm the school. I'm really sorry about Milim's behavior just now." She shot Milim a glare as if to say 'can't you just sit down and talk like a normal person?'

Dumbledore glanced at Hermione. Her eyes were clear and honest—she wasn't lying.

After a short pause, he said, "Miss Granger, Miss Nava, and Miss Tempest—my apologies for our rudeness earlier. But I hope you understand, as professors we have a duty to protect the students' safety."

"No problem." Rimuru waved it off casually. "But we really don't mean any trouble. We just want to stay here for a few days." He flashed a friendly smile.

Dumbledore smiled back. "Then I'll trust you. But forgive me for asking—where exactly are you from? Someone with power like yours… it's strange that I've never heard of you. And... was that magic?"

Hearing this, Rimuru's lips curved into a sly smile. 'Maybe inviting them into the guild wouldn't be such a bad idea.'

"I can tell you," Rimuru said. "But don't get too scared."

Dumbledore gave a small chuckle. "I doubt anything you say could scare me."

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Ten minutes later—

"…What?" Dumbledore's face was a mask of disbelief.

"This… this can't be real." Even Snape, the eternal ice block, looked stunned.

"If this is true… you mean you're the Demon Lords from another world?" Professor McGonagall's tone was still calm and graceful, though her eyes betrayed her shock.

"You don't believe us?" Milim tilted her head.

"No, I do," Dumbledore said with a wry smile. "Because that's the only explanation that makes sense. Incredible…"

Dumbledore thought of his old friend. 'Gellert... I wish you were here to hear that.' 

"I was shocked too when I first found out," Hermione nodded seriously.

"Ahem." Rimuru suddenly cut in, eyes narrowing as he stared at Dumbledore and the others. His tone turned cold. "Since you know our identities now, guild rules leave you only two choices. Option one—die here." His voice grew lower and more sinister with each word.

"Eh? Wait, there's a rule like that?" Milim said in genuine confusion.

Expressionless, Rimuru shoved a lollipop into her mouth. 'Seriously? Stop blowing my cover.'

"We'll take the second option," Dumbledore said immediately. No matter what it was, it couldn't be worse than death.

"Oh? Heh… hehehe…" Rimuru kept up the eerie tone. "Then you've chosen…"

"Welcome to the Dimensional Guild."

"…What?" Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape all thought they'd misheard. That was the punishment?

"I think it'll be fun having you join," Rimuru said with a grin. "Plus, you can help keep an eye on little Hermione. Anyway, welcome new members."

"Now... Come on, let's head to the guild hall. I'll introduce you to everyone."

The professors exchanged looks, then nodded. Curiosity had gotten the better of them—they wanted to see what this "Dimensional Guild" was really like.

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Tensura World – Jura-Tempest Federation

At the Dimensional Guild Hall—

A portal shimmered open, and Rimuru's group stepped out into the hall.

"Yo, long time no see, Rimuru-chan!" Marco called out from where he was drinking. He squinted at the newcomers. "Wait—who are these three?"

"They're Hermione's professors, and our newest guild members," Rimuru explained.

He then introduced the professors to the rest of the guild.

To everyone's surprise, Dumbledore and Whitebeard hit it off immediately—if they'd had a few more drinks, they might've sworn brotherhood on the spot.

"Edward, I never imagined such a thing could exist," Dumbledore said, shaking his head in amazement.

"Gurararara!" Whitebeard roared with laughter, taking a swig from his massive jug. "I was just as shocked when I first heard about it. But you'll get used to it, Albus. Everyone here's pretty easy to get along with."

"True enough." Dumbledore smiled faintly, glancing toward Rimuru, who was laughing and joking with the others.

"Rimuru really is something, huh?" Roger remarked with a grin.

"She really is," Dumbledore replied, chuckling. Roger and Whitebeard were surprisingly easy to talk to—it seemed this guild wasn't such a bad place after all.

Just then, the calm portal flared to life again.

A graceful figure stepped through… then collapsed to the floor, completely unconscious.

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28: KiaNA KaslaNA = 2NA = Tuna

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"What the hell happened to her? And shouldn't the guild notify me of this new member or something?"

Rimuru craned his neck, carefully inspecting the unconscious woman who had just fallen through the portal. His expression turned serious.

"Over fifty percent of her skin is burned… cellular activity is critically low… her physical condition is barely a tenth of a normal person's. Even her soul has taken heavy damage. Just what did she go through?"

As he spoke, Rimuru's hands were already moving. A surge of energy poured from his body, enveloping the woman. Slowly, patiently, he began repairing her injuries, even stripping some of his own cells to mimic hers and replace the ones on her body that had completely died.

The guild members gathered quietly around him, no one daring to interrupt.

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Half an hour later, the treatment was finally done. The woman's body was healed, and even the damage to her soul had been painstakingly repaired with Rimuru's own healing power.

"Here we go." Rimuru let out a relieved sigh, then frowned as he looked down at the now-peaceful woman. "I swear I've seen her somewhere before… but I just can't place it."

"Rimuru-sama," Diablo said respectfully, "allow me to take this young lady to rest."

"Oh, right. Please do," Rimuru replied, nodding. "Put her in my room and have someone stay to look after her."

"Understood." Diablo bowed, then carried the woman away.

Rimuru watched them go, still thinking. He was sure he'd seen her before, but it just wouldn't come to him.

"Forget it," he muttered at last, shrugging it off. He shifted into slime form and hopped straight into Shizu's arms, ready to spend the rest of the day lazing around.

Time passed quietly.

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Kiana, when you wake up, you'll see that everything has changed. 

You'll find that, this world is no longer beautiful. Those peaceful days, will never come back. 

But, don't give up, never give up! Kiana, raise your head, keep going forward. 

Make this imperfect story, into what you wish for. Survive, Kiana. Smile, you are Murata Himeko's student.

Voices echoed through the darkness, calling out to the woman lying there.

"Where is this? Who am I?"

"Kiana? Wait—Kiana! I have to save her! I have to get out of here! I still have things to do—I can't die here! Aaah!"

The woman, Himeko, bolted upright with a scream, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

"Was I… dreaming?" She took a deep breath, forcing her heart to calm, then looked around the room.

"Just an ordinary little house," she murmured, stepping off the bed and pacing slowly.

"You're awake already?" A voice came from nearby.

"Who's there?" Himeko's body tensed instantly, every muscle ready for a fight. She scanned the room, but saw no one.

"Uh, maybe look down?" Rimuru's voice was awkward as his slime form wriggled on the floor.

"What… what is that? It looks like jelly." Himeko blinked in surprise. She had never seen anything like him before.

"I am not jelly!" Rimuru protested, hopping up into her arms. She caught him automatically, and—well, he really was soft and cute. "I'm a slime. A good friendly slime!"

"A slime?" Himeko held him up, studying him. He didn't seem threatening at all. And honestly, he felt nice to hold, so she didn't put him down.

"Right, I never introduced myself," Rimuru said. "I'm Rimuru Tempest. What about you?"

"My name?" Himeko hesitated, then said, "Himeko. Murata Himeko. Valkyrie of Schicksal."

Rimuru froze. Then he practically bounced out of her arms, shouting excitedly.

"I knew it! You're Murata Himeko from Honkai Impact!" He was practically glowing. 'Man, I spent three years grinding that game before I ever crossed worlds. If there's one thing I want to do more than anything, it's crush Honkai completely and give that world some peace.'

"You know me? Then… where exactly is this place?" Himeko asked, still confused.

Rimuru took a moment to explain the guild and the situation she was in.

"So you're saying… this is the Dimensional Guild? A place that connects countless worlds? And now I'm one of your members from another world?" Himeko's voice was filled with disbelief. This was even harder to wrap her head around than the Honkai itself.

"That's right," Rimuru confirmed, then asked, "Before you passed out… you were fighting Herrscher of the Void, weren't you?"

"Yes." Himeko's expression darkened, and her voice softened. "I don't even know if I succeeded. Kiana, that idiot… I miss her so much." Her tears began to fall, silently at first, then freely.

"Relax," Rimuru said gently. "You did it. Kiana Kaslana kept her promise to you."

"…Promise?" Himeko blinked.

"Oh, right. So 'Tuna.'" Rimuru grinned. "That's what I call her. She's got '2NA' in her name, so obviously 'Tuna' is perfect, right?"

"And honestly… her brain cells might actually be dumber than an actual tuna's."

Himeko couldn't help but laugh through her tears. "That's… a surprisingly accurate description."

"Come on, let me introduce you to the rest of the guild. You can meet Tuna later anyway." Rimuru hopped down, shifting smoothly into his human form.

"You can transform too? What a fascinating creature you are." Himeko stepped forward and playfully pinched Rimuru's cheek.

He squinted happily. "You can squish me later—let's go." Without waiting for her reply, he grabbed her hand and led her toward the guild hall.

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29: Honkai God

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The Guild's Cinema

"What a hopeless world…" Whitebeard sighed heavily.

They had just finished watching the video about the Honkai world. The room was quiet, heavy with emotion. Some members were even wiping away tears.

"That poor girl, Kiana… she's been through so much pain she never should've had to bear. Watching her grow up like that—my heart just broke," Shizu said, clenching her fists.

"Yeah, I cried when I got to that part in the game," Rimuru admitted. He remembered playing Honkai Impact 3rd and watching Kiana go from a goofy, carefree girl into a calm, determined fighter. Every line she spoke in those moments had pierced straight through him.

"Kiana…" Himeko whispered, staring at the video of the girl fighting desperately with her twin pistols. She remembered the words she'd once spoken to her: 'Make this imperfect story, into what we wish for.'

"Hey, no need to get so down." Rimuru wiped at his own tears, trying to smile. "You are with us now, right? That means we can actually change this story. Let's make it the ending we wanted to see. No need for pain anymore."

"Well said." Whitebeard straightened, his spirit reigniting. "In that case, my entire crew is in. That so-called Honkai God—who cares what it is, we'll cut it down first and ask questions later."

"Damn right! Who needs a god like that? Go get them, Pops!" Marco shouted, and the entire Whitebeard crew roared in agreement, their morale soaring.

"Gurararara!"

"Honkai, huh?" Shion sat back, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. "Born with civilization, existing to destroy it… that's what it is?"

"Severus, it seems the crisis in our world was the smallest thing anyone could imagine. I've never felt this good in my life. Why did I ever act like the world was ending?" Dumbledore muttered. The more he learned about the One Piece world—and then Tensura—the more it made him feel like his own world had never truly been in danger.

Snape just stayed silent.

"Sooo~ Himeko," Roger called as he strolled over with a barrel of wine under one arm. "Count me in for saving your world too. And hey, think you'd have time to share a drink with me after?" He grinned.

"Seriously?" Rimuru deadpanned. "You're in your forties, man. What are you trying to—wait, come to think of it, Himeko's probably in her thirties too, right?" He gave her a sideways glance.

"Sorry, Himeko, I'm a married man." Roger acted as if she were the one proposing.

"You are walking on thin ice." Himeko shot back, but her lips curved into a faint smile. The lively atmosphere was slowly loosening the weight on her chest. Then, more seriously, she asked, "What do you think that God's goal really is?"

"Hard to say." Rimuru shrugged. "Could be anything. Maybe it's just bored? Or maybe it wants something from you guys. The truth is, we might never know."

"Doesn't matter what it wants." Whitebeard's expression hardened. "If it's destroyed civilization after civilization, then it's gotta die. Simple as that."

"Agreed," Dumbledore said quietly from the side. "Its motive isn't what matters anymore. What matters is that the things it's done can't be forgiven."

Even the normally calm wizard had a spark of anger in his eyes.

"Yeah…" Himeko sighed. "So… when do we go?"

"Right now." Rimuru's voice was steady. "This time, we stop every tragedy before it happens. I won't just stand by and watch them fight alone anymore, carrying all that pain by themselves. I was captain of the Hyperion for three years. This time, I'll fight alongside them. I'm entering the game."

 All those years playing Honkai Impact still made his heart ache.

He had made up his mind. Anyone who dared hurt his Valkyries would be wiped out. An angry slime was the last thing anyone should ever mess with.

"Thank you," Himeko whispered, her eyes growing wet again. She'd barely just joined this guild, yet she could feel genuine warmth and kindness from everyone here. They really wanted to help her—and her world.

"Alright! Who's coming with me?" Rimuru called out.

"Count me in!" Whitebeard was the first to speak.

"If Pops is going, we're going too!" his sons shouted one after another, voices full of excitement.

"Then I guess I'll tag along too," Garp said casually, munching on senbei. "I've been eating too much lately anyway—good chance to work it off."

"Sorry, I can't join you this time." Sengoku shook his head regretfully. "Too many matters to handle on the Navy side."

"And we..."

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"Wow… that's a lot of people," Rimuru said, a little taken aback. Over a hundred guild members had volunteered. Then he grinned. "Eh, whatever. The more the better."

Himeko couldn't help laughing as she watched everyone scramble to sign up. 'What a bunch of idiots…'

"Himeko!" Rimuru's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "What are you spacing out for? Come on, time to head out!"

"Right!" She sprinted toward the open portal, and together with Rimuru and the others, vanished into the shining gateway.

"…Man, I'm jealous." Benimaru watched them go with a sigh. "If I didn't have so much on my plate right now, I'd go too. But I'm the Commander-in-Chief now—I can't betray Rimuru's trust." With that, he turned and left.

One moment the guild hall had been bustling with noise, and the next it was silent.

But in another world—the Honkai world—things were about to get more chaotic than ever before.

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30: Bronya Zaychik

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In Honkai Impact

Bronya's breathing came ragged and shallow as she dragged her exhausted body through the endless expanse of the Sea of Quanta.

Her strength was almost gone.

"No."

She clenched her teeth. "I can't fall here. Seele, everyone… they're waiting for me."

Step by step, sheer willpower kept her moving forward until, after what felt like an eternity, she finally reached the Core of Reason.

"I made it… Seele, I'm coming for you."

She braced herself on the ground and stretched her hand toward the core.

"Aaaah!"

The Honkai energy surrounding the core lashed out like a storm, gnawing at her arm, burning her nerves. Pain shot through her entire body, but she refused to pull back.

"I can't… I won't stop here! Seele is still waiting for me!" she roared in her heart, forcing her arm forward until her fingers closed around the core.

But before she could feel relief, the core shuddered violently. A surge of even stronger Honkai energy exploded outward, threatening to rip it from her grasp.

Then the ground beneath her split apart. Dozens of thick tendrils shot up, wrapping around her body and squeezing tight.

"Hold on… I won't let go!" Bronya gritted her teeth, clutching the core with every ounce of strength she had left. But her fingers were slipping—slowly, inevitably.

"Ahaaah."

Just as she was about to lose her grip, a soft blue light fluttered before her eyes. A butterfly, faint and glowing, landed gently on her hand.

"Seele…? Is that you?"

The moment the butterfly touched her, the violent energy surrounding the core calmed. Under Bronya's stunned gaze, the core floated into her chest, merging with her body.

The Herrscher of Reason—was born.

Bronya tore free from the tendrils, and a wave of immense Honkai energy erupted from her, disintegrating them into dust.

"Seele," she said, voice calm but firm, "Bronya is coming to find you."

But before she could move, the ground rumbled.

Something enormous burst out of the earth, towering tens of meters high, its shadow engulfing her completely.

Tlaloc—a monstrous abomination of the Sea of Quanta, even stronger than a Judgement-class Honkai beast.

"Then I'll just deal with you first."

The heavy mecha behind Bronya, Project Bunny, locked onto the target.

But before she could attack, something completely unexpected happened.

Out of nowhere, more than a hundred people materialized in the Sea of Quanta.

"What… what is going on?" Bronya froze. Her brain couldn't process the sudden influx of information. Wait—that's… Himeko?

Even Tlaloc hesitated, thrown off by the bizarre sight.

Where did all these people come from? Both Bronya and the beast had the same thought.

"Where are we?" Rimuru asked, scanning the strange surroundings.

"This place is weird…" Garp scratched his head in confusion, then pointed at the sky. "Hey, that looks like a phone's wallpaper. Are phones supposed to be that big? Are we in it?"

"This should be the Sea of Quanta," Rimuru said uncertainly. After all, his knowledge only came from the game.

"Bronya's over there!" Himeko's eyes lit up as she spotted the girl in the distance.

"RRRAAAHH!"

The ignored Tlaloc let out a deafening roar and charged.

"What a rude bastard." Whitebeard didn't even flinch as the massive claw swung toward them. "Marco, take care of it."

"Got it!"

Blue-violet flames erupted from Marco's body—yes, blue-violet. After several rounds of guild enhancements, his Phoenix powers had grown far more terrifying, the flames now blazing with destructive force.

He met the massive claw head-on, kicking it with explosive power.

For a moment, the giant beast and the comparatively tiny man were deadlocked in midair.

"Take this!"

Marco roared, his flames surging even higher. The claw shattered under the force of his kick, and the fire wrapped around Tlaloc, engulfing its massive body.

The monster shrieked, thrashing desperately, but no matter how it struggled, the flames refused to go out.

Minutes later, the mighty Tlaloc disintegrated into ashes, scattered into the Sea of Quanta.

"..."

Bronya just stood there, stunned.

That… that was a Tlaloc. And they just… killed it. Like it was nothing. And they're not even Valkyries?

"Bronya!"

Himeko rushed over, scooping the girl into a tight embrace.

"Himeko…"

Feeling her warmth, Bronya slowly wrapped her arms around her in return.

"You're safe. Thank goodness." Himeko smiled, wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes.

"Himeko… who are they?" Bronya asked quietly, glancing at the crowd.

"Who are we?"

Whitebeard walked over with a wide grin, crouched down, and gave Bronya a friendly smile. "We're the good guys here to save the world."

And then, of course, came the usual question. "Want to be my daughter?"

Bronya didn't even blink. "I refuse."

"Another rejection?! Getting a daughter is really hard." Whitebeard's face went pale as he walked away, looking utterly defeated.

"Uh… don't take it the wrong way," Himeko said quickly, embarrassed. "Whitebeard's harmless. Really."

Bronya nodded expressionlessly. "I understand. I didn't sense any hostility."

She always sounded this calm, but there was a faint softness to her tone this time.

"You done talking?" Rimuru leaned in with a smile.

"Rimuru… can we tell her?" Himeko asked hesitantly. She was still new to the guild, after all.

"Of course. Go ahead." Rimuru nodded casually.

So Himeko explained everything—the guild, their purpose, why they had come here.

For the first time, Bronya's face showed surprise.

"A guild like this really exists…? And other worlds? Are you sure?"

"Yes," Himeko said with a smile.

Bronya hesitated, then turned to Rimuru.

"If you know everything… can you tell me where Seele is? I have to bring her back."

"Give me a second." Rimuru closed his eyes, unleashing a wave of powerful magic that swept across the Sea of Quanta.

"Found her." 

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