Chapter 4: Diplomatic Dances and Cosmic Currents (Continued)
behold my imperial masterpiece?" She gestured grandly at the transformed hall, her emerald eyes sparkling with pride.
"It's remarkable," Rimuru admitted sincerely. "You've created something truly unique, Lady Nero."
"Umu! Of course it's unique!" Nero declared, puffing up visibly at the praise. "It bears the touch of Nero Claudius herself! The perfect fusion of Roman splendor and your charming monster aesthetics." She approached them with quick, purposeful steps, her crimson dress sweeping dramatically across the polished floor. "I've enhanced your quaint hall with proper imperial grandeur while respecting the local spirit. The mark of a true artist!"
"We appreciate your... restraint," Rimuru said carefully, recalling the completely redesigned bathhouse that now featured multiple statues of the Emperor in various heroic poses.
"Restraint? Nonsense!" Nero laughed, the sound bright and musical. "I've simply concentrated the full glory of my vision into this single space. Better one perfect jewel than many mediocre stones, wouldn't you agree?"
Before Rimuru could respond, she continued without pause, taking his arm and pulling him further into the room with surprising strength for someone her size.
"Now, regarding the entrance procession—I've choreographed a magnificent sequence for our introduction to the visiting dignitaries. You'll enter first, of course, as our host. Then Artoria, representing stoic kingship. Then Jeanne, embodying divine grace. Then myself—" she struck a dramatic pose, "—as the pinnacle of imperial splendor!"
"And Lady Durga?" Shuna inquired politely.
Nero's expression flickered briefly. "Ah, yes. The cosmic one. She... declined to follow choreography. Said something about 'manifesting according to interdimensional harmonic necessities,' whatever that means." She waved a dismissive hand. "Artists can be so temperamental! Besides myself, of course. I am temperamental only when aesthetic principles demand it."
"Of course," Rimuru agreed diplomatically. "Your plan sounds... elaborate."
"Elaborate? It's merely the minimum required for proper imperial presentation!" Nero insisted. "I wanted to include dancing lions and a rose petal snowstorm, but Jeanne suggested I consider 'local customs and spatial limitations.' As if such mundane concerns should restrict artistic vision!"
"We appreciate your consideration of our facilities' structural integrity," Shuna said with perfect politeness.
"Speaking of our other guests," Rimuru interjected, "have you seen them recently?"
"Artoria is in the kitchens, performing what she calls 'quality assurance inspections,'" Nero reported with a knowing smirk. "Jeanne is meditating in the temple garden, preparing for some blessing ritual. And Durga..." she hesitated, her usual confidence faltering slightly, "...is doing something peculiar to the stars above the tower. I don't pretend to understand cosmic beings. So unpredictable! Not like us artistic types who merely require proper appreciation and unlimited resources."
Rimuru exchanged a quick glance with Shuna. "Perhaps I should check on Durga before our guests arrive."
"A wise precaution," Shuna agreed. "I'll ensure Lady Nero has everything she needs for the final preparations."
"Excellent!" Nero clapped her hands together. "I require thirty more musicians, two dozen additional torch bearers, and a troupe of dancers familiar with classical Roman choreography. Also, can your mages create indoor lightning effects? For dramatic emphasis during my introduction?"
As Rimuru slipped away to the sounds of Nero's increasingly elaborate requests, he couldn't help but smile. For all her grandiosity, there was something genuinely endearing about the Emperor's boundless enthusiasm. Whether redesigning bathhouses or choreographing entrances, she approached everything with the same passionate intensity.
The evening air was pleasantly cool as Rimuru made his way toward the observatory tower. Looking up, he immediately understood Nero's concern. The night sky above the tower appeared... wrong. Stars shifted in unusual patterns, forming constellations he'd never seen before. Occasionally, what looked like ripples would spread across the firmament, as if the sky were a pond disturbed by falling stones.
At the tower's base, a small crowd of citizens had gathered, pointing upward with expressions ranging from wonder to unease. Among them stood Veldora in his human form, watching the astronomical anomalies with uncharacteristic thoughtfulness.
"Fascinating," the Storm Dragon muttered as Rimuru approached. "She's realigning celestial harmonics."
"And that means...?" Rimuru prompted.
"She's adjusting how our world connects to others," Veldora explained, his eyes never leaving the shifting stars. "Like tuning an instrument, but the instrument is reality itself."
"Should I be concerned?" Rimuru asked, feeling a familiar headache building.
"Probably not," Veldora replied with a shrug. "Unless you're particularly attached to how causality currently functions in this specific corner of the multiverse."
"Veldora..."
"I'm joking! Mostly." The dragon finally looked at him, grinning widely. "She's actually improving things, from what I can tell. Reinforcing dimensional boundaries while simultaneously creating more stable pathways. Quite elegant work."
"Reinforcing boundaries sounds positive," Rimuru noted cautiously.
"Indeed! Though it might have unpredictable effects on magic users who draw power from celestial sources." Veldora's enthusiasm returned full force. "What an experiment! I should take notes!"
"Maybe focus less on the experiment and more on ensuring it doesn't disrupt tonight's diplomatic reception?" Rimuru suggested.
"Spoilsport," Veldora pouted, though his eyes still gleamed with draconic curiosity. "Fine, I'll monitor the effects and intervene if anything truly catastrophic begins to manifest."
"Your definition of 'catastrophic' concerns me," Rimuru muttered, but Veldora had already returned his attention to the shifting starfield above.
With a resigned sigh, Rimuru continued into the tower, climbing the spiral staircase that led to Durga's chambers. As he ascended, he noticed subtle changes in the tower's interior—angles that seemed slightly wrong, shadows that moved independently of light sources, and occasional glimpses of landscapes through windows that should have shown only Tempest's skyline.
At the top landing, he paused before a door that somehow appeared both solid wood and translucent crystal simultaneously. Before he could knock, Durga's resonant voice carried through.
"Enter, Slime King. Your concern ripples through probability fields."
Rimuru pushed open the door to find a chamber that defied conventional architecture. The circular room seemed vastly larger inside than the tower's exterior dimensions should have allowed. The ceiling opened directly to space—not just the night sky, but what appeared to be multiple night skies layered atop one another, stars shifting between different cosmic arrangements.
Durga hovered at the center, her silver hair billowing upward as her orbiting spears traced complex patterns in the air. Around her, various objects floated—star charts, crystals, and what looked like fragments of reality itself, torn edges glowing with unearthly light.
"You've... redecorated," Rimuru observed, trying to find solid ground in the disorienting space.
"Recalibrated," Durga corrected. "Your tower exists at a nexus point between dimensions. Inefficient design wasted potential."
"I wasn't aware our architecture needed interdimensional efficiency," Rimuru admitted.
A ripple passed through Durga's hair—her version of amusement. "Most beings aren't. Limited perspective." Her cosmic eyes shifted toward him. "Your concern relates to tonight's gathering."
It wasn't a question, but Rimuru nodded anyway. "Foreign dignitaries will be arriving soon. I wanted to ensure your... adjustments... won't interfere with our diplomatic event."
"Diplomatic events are themselves dimensional intersections. Politics crosses reality boundaries." Durga gestured with elegant precision, causing several floating crystals to realign. "My work enhances stability. Reduces probability of catastrophic dimensional bleeding during energy concentration."
"Energy concentration?" Rimuru repeated cautiously.
"Four Heroic Spirits in single location. Anomalous power density." Durga's spears performed a complex dance that somehow emphasized her point. "Without calibration, reality fractures possible. Now, controlled resonance instead."
Rimuru tried to parse this explanation. "So you're... preventing our gathering from accidentally tearing holes in reality?"
"Correct. Simplified but accurate." Durga seemed pleased by his understanding. "Your diplomatic event proceeds safely. Minimal reality distortions. Perhaps slight temporal anomalies around dessert course. Nothing significant."
"Temporal anomalies around dessert?" Rimuru questioned.
"Probability calculation indicates ninety-three percent chance of time fluctuations. Artoria's enthusiasm for sweets creates localized desire-based reality warping. Harmless. Possibly entertaining."
Despite the strangeness of the conversation, Rimuru found himself smiling. In her own incomprehensible way, Durga was helping—ensuring the safety of their gathering through cosmic means beyond his understanding.
"Thank you for your consideration," he said sincerely. "Will you be joining us for the reception?"
"Yes. Diplomatic observation interests me." Her expression remained serene, but Rimuru detected something almost like curiosity in her cosmic eyes. "Political structures reflect cosmic hierarchies. Microcosm of universal order."
"Well, I look forward to your insights," Rimuru said, backing carefully toward the door. "The reception begins in one hour."
"Time is relative," Durga observed cryptically. "But I will align with your temporal framework for social harmony."
Taking that as close to a commitment as he was likely to get, Rimuru retreated from the reality-bending chamber, wondering not for the first time what he had unleashed upon his peaceful monster nation.
By the time Rimuru returned to the main hall, the first diplomatic delegations had already begun to arrive. Servants guided elegantly dressed representatives from neighboring kingdoms through the receiving area, where Shuna managed introductions with practiced grace.
"The Blumund delegation has arrived, along with representatives from Dwargon," she reported as Rimuru joined her. "The Sorcerous Dynasty of Sarion sent a high-level diplomatic team—apparently very interested in our 'magical breakthrough,' as they're calling it."
"They think we intentionally summoned four legendary beings as a show of force," Rimuru guessed.
"Precisely," Shuna confirmed with a slight smile. "I've neither confirmed nor denied their assumptions. Strategic ambiguity serves us well here."
"Where are our distinguished guests?" Rimuru asked, surveying the rapidly filling hall.
"Lady Artoria has finally been coaxed from the kitchens and is changing into formal attire. Lady Jeanne is completing her blessing ritual and will join shortly." Shuna checked her notes. "Lady Nero is making what she calls 'final artistic adjustments' to the grand entrance hall."
"And Durga?"
"Unpredictable as always," Shuna admitted. "But she did send a message via one of the observatory guards. Something about 'manifesting at optimal harmonic convergence.'"
"Of course she did," Rimuru sighed, straightening his formal attire. "Well, let's hope for the best and prepare for the worst—our standard diplomatic approach."
As the hall filled with dignitaries, the atmosphere grew increasingly charged with political tension and curiosity. Representatives from human kingdoms clustered together, stealing glances at Tempest's monster officials while whispering behind elegant fans or into wine goblets. The dwarven contingent was more forthright, loudly discussing the magical implications of interdimensional summoning while consuming impressive quantities of ale.
Diablo appeared at Rimuru's side, materializing from shadows with his usual flair for dramatic timing. "An impressive turnout, Lord Rimuru. The rumors of our new 'allies' have spread quite effectively."
"Too effectively," Rimuru murmured, nodding politely to a noble from Sarion who was clearly trying to eavesdrop. "Everyone seems to think we've militarized with legendary weapons."
"A useful misunderstanding, perhaps?" Diablo suggested with his elegant smile. "Fear can be as effective as actual force in diplomatic circles."
"Until Nero decides to remodel someone else's bathhouse or Artoria decimates the entire region's food supply," Rimuru pointed out. "These aren't weapons—they're forces of nature with personalities."
"Even better," Diablo's smile widened fractionally. "Unpredictability often enhances deterrence."
Their conversation was interrupted by a sudden hush falling over the gathering. All eyes turned toward the main entrance, where Artoria Pendragon stood in regal splendor. The King of Knights had exchanged her battle dress for formal attire—a midnight blue gown with silver accents that echoed her usual armor while presenting a more diplomatic appearance. Her invisible sword remained at her side, its presence felt rather than seen.
With measured steps that spoke of countless court appearances, Artoria entered the hall, acknowledging the stunned diplomats with precise nods—neither overly familiar nor coldly distant. She projected exactly what Rimuru needed: controlled power and legitimate authority.
"King Artoria Pendragon of Camelot," Shuna announced formally as she reached Rimuru's side.
"Lord Rimuru," Artoria greeted him with a slight bow. "Thank you for your hospitality."
The political calculations happening throughout the room were almost audible—representatives reassessing Tempest's position based on the evident alliance with this regal figure.
Before they could recover, the hall's lighting shifted subtly as Jeanne d'Arc entered, radiant in silver-white formal armor polished to mirror brightness. Unlike Artoria's cool regality, the Holy Maiden projected compassionate strength—a different but equally powerful presence that commanded immediate respect.
"Lady Jeanne d'Arc, the Holy Maiden of Orleans," Shuna announced.
Jeanne joined them with a warm smile, completing their growing formation. "The blessings have been completed," she informed Rimuru quietly. "The hall is protected against minor disruptions."
"Minor disruptions?" Rimuru questioned under his breath.
"The largest ones tend to be beyond divine intervention," Jeanne admitted with a knowing smile.
The murmuring among the diplomats increased, speculation running rampant about Tempest's newfound connections to legendary heroes. Several representatives from the more militaristic kingdoms looked distinctly uncomfortable, clearly recalculating their nations' strategic positions.
Then came the moment Rimuru had been simultaneously anticipating and dreading. The hall's illumination dimmed dramatically, replaced by strategically positioned spotlights that created a theatrical pathway from the main entrance. Rose petals began drifting from concealed dispensers near the ceiling, and hidden musicians struck up a triumphant fanfare.
"Emperor Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus of Rome!" announced a goblin herald with impressive volume. "The Rose Emperor, Divine Voice of Victory, Crimson Saber of Imperial Might!"
The tiny blonde Emperor made her entrance with spectacular theatrical flair, each step choreographed for maximum dramatic impact. She had outdone herself with her attire—a resplendent red and gold dress that combined imperial Roman elements with theatrical extravagance, completed by a small crown that somehow caught every light in the room.
"Greetings, fortunate ones!" Nero proclaimed, her voice carrying effortlessly across the now-silent hall. "Rejoice, for Nero graces your gathering with imperial splendor!"
A few diplomats exchanged confused glances, clearly uncertain how to respond to such an unconventional greeting. Others appeared completely entranced by the sheer charismatic force of her presence.
Nero strutted—there was no other word for it—to join their group, performing a perfect spin before taking her position with a flourish. "A worthy audience," she whispered to Rimuru, though her stage whisper was easily audible to the front rows. "Though they could use instruction in proper appreciation. Did you see? Only half immediately recognized they should bow!"
"Cultural differences," Rimuru suggested diplomatically.
"Clearly," Nero agreed seriously. "I shall educate them through magnificence!"
The diplomatic representatives had barely recovered from Nero's theatrical entrance when a far stranger phenomenon began. The air near their group shimmered with prismatic light, space itself seeming to fold inward. Stars became visible within the distortion—not reflections, but actual celestial bodies glimpsed through a tear in reality that sealed itself as quickly as it formed.
From this dimensional aperture stepped Durga, her silver hair flowing upward defying gravity, orbiting spears moving in perfect geometric patterns around her. She had altered her appearance slightly for the occasion; her usual cosmic robes now incorporated elements that complemented the formal attire of the other three, creating a visual connection while maintaining her otherworldly presence.
No announcement accompanied her arrival—none was needed. The sheer presence she emanated caused several diplomats to step back involuntarily, while others found themselves inexplicably kneeling before rising with confused expressions.
"Energy aligned. Dimensional stability maintained," Durga stated as she took her position beside the others. "Cosmic harmonics resonating appropriately with political intentions."
"Thank you?" Rimuru responded, wondering if that was good news.
With all four legendary women now assembled, the hall's atmosphere transformed completely. Political caution gave way to genuine awe, skepticism to fascination. These weren't just powerful allies Tempest had somehow acquired—they were legends made flesh, their very presence rewriting what the assembled diplomats believed possible.
"I believe," Diablo murmured with evident satisfaction, "that our diplomatic position has just improved considerably."
Rimuru had to agree. Whatever these kingdoms had expected from tonight's gathering, the reality had exceeded it beyond measure. Even the most cynical representatives appeared genuinely impressed—or at least, strategically concerned enough to approximate respect.
"Distinguished guests," Rimuru addressed the gathering, seizing the moment of collective awe. "Welcome to Tempest. As you can see, we have recently been honored by the arrival of four extraordinary visitors from across the dimensional veil. They are our guests—not our weapons—though I trust their presence illustrates Tempest's significant position in the interdimensional community."
The subtle threat beneath the diplomatic language wasn't lost on anyone. Attacking a nation that hosted beings of this caliber would be suicidal, regardless of their official status.
"Now," Rimuru continued with a warm smile that belied the political maneuvering at work, "let us enjoy tonight's feast as friends and neighbors. After all, interdimensional diplomacy is hungry work!"
As the formal dinner service began, Rimuru found himself watching with fascination as each of his legendary guests approached diplomatic interactions in their own distinctive way.
Artoria engaged with the dwarven representatives, discussing metallurgical techniques with surprising technical knowledge. "The harmonization of magical resonance with molecular structure creates superior edge retention," she explained to an enthralled master smith. "In my kingdom, we developed methods to layer enchantments during the forging process rather than applying them afterward."
Nearby, Jeanne had drawn a circle of religious representatives from various kingdoms, somehow bridging theological differences with diplomatic skill born of genuine spiritual understanding.
"Faith's true purpose transcends specific dogma," she was saying, her violet eyes warm with conviction. "Protection, compassion, and guidance serve the same divine intentions across different traditions. Even in my darkest moments, I found strength in recognizing the common light behind diverse beliefs."
Durga, predictably, had attracted the most eccentric grouping—mages, scholars, and those with genuine metaphysical curiosity. She floated slightly above her chair, her cosmic eyes shifting between star-field and normal appearance as she attempted to translate complex concepts into terms they could grasp.
"Reality layers like fabric," she explained to a wide-eyed archmage from Sarion. "Your magic pulls specific threads. Dimensional barriers are seams between panels. Most perceive single pattern, but complete garment extends beyond comprehension."
The archmage nodded frantically, scribbling notes with shaking hands. "And these 'threads' you mention—they correspond to elemental alignments in traditional magical theory?"
"Simplified approximation. Acceptable starting concept." Durga's spears performed a complex rotation that somehow clarified her point, causing the archmage to gasp in sudden understanding.
And then there was Nero—holding court at the center of the largest gathering, regaling wide-eyed diplomats with increasingly elaborate tales of Roman glory, her theater, and her magnificent achievements. What she lacked in cosmic mystique or knightly dignity, she more than compensated for with sheer charismatic force.
"And then, surrounded by countless enemies, I declared 'My brilliance will never fade!' and unleashed my noble phantasm!" Her dramatic retelling involved standing on her chair, using a dinner knife to pantomime sword techniques. "Roses bloomed across the battlefield as my enemies fell before imperial might! Such is the glory of Nero!"
Rather than finding this behavior off-putting, the diplomats appeared utterly entranced—laughing, gasping, and applauding at all the right moments. Nero had transformed from peculiar foreign dignitary to the evening's entertainment sensation in mere minutes.
"She's quite good at this," observed Shuna, who had joined Rimuru in watching the interactions unfold.
"At making a spectacle?" Rimuru asked.
"At diplomatic distraction," Shuna corrected gently. "Notice how all eyes are on her theatrical performance while Benimaru is having serious strategic discussions with the military representatives at the far table? Or how Diablo is negotiating trade concessions with Blumund while everyone's attention is diverted?"
Rimuru looked more carefully and realized she was right. Nero's flamboyant performance wasn't just self-aggrandizement—it was creating space for more delicate diplomatic work to proceed unnoticed.
"Was this planned?" he wondered aloud.
"I suspect she understands court dynamics better than she lets on," Shuna replied. "Behind the theatrical persona lies genuine political instinct."
As if hearing herself discussed, Nero caught Rimuru's eye mid-performance and gave him a quick wink before returning to her dramatic retelling, her volume increasing strategically whenever certain sensitive negotiations nearby reached critical points.
The evening progressed with remarkable smoothness, each of the four legendary women settling into diplomatic roles that somehow perfectly complemented Tempest's needs—Artoria projecting legitimate authority, Jeanne building spiritual bridges, Durga inspiring metaphysical awe, and Nero distracting with charismatic spectacle.
"You know," Rimuru remarked to Diablo as they watched the gathering from a quiet corner, "for all the chaos they've caused, they're surprisingly effective at diplomacy."
"Leaders recognize leadership contexts instinctively," Diablo observed. "Each in her own distinctive style."
"Still," Rimuru said, "I can't help wondering when the next disaster will strike. Things are going too smoothly."
As if summoned by his concern, a commotion arose near the dessert tables where Artoria had been engaged in what appeared to be a serious diplomatic conversation with the Dwargon representatives. The disturbance spread quickly, diplomats backing away with expressions of alarm as a strange rippling effect distorted the air around the dessert display.
"What now?" Rimuru groaned, hurrying toward the disruption with Diablo close behind.
They arrived to find exactly what Durga had predicted earlier—a localized temporal anomaly centered precisely around the elaborate cake display. Slices of dessert appeared to be moving in slow motion, some hovering mid-air between table and plate. More concerning was Artoria herself, who seemed to be experiencing time at a different rate than those around her—sometimes moving at normal speed, sometimes blurring with acceleration, all while methodically sampling every dessert available.
"Is she... bending time to eat more efficiently?" Rimuru asked incredulously.
"Desire-based reality warping," Durga confirmed, appearing beside them with serene composure. "As predicted. Harmless temporal bubble. Self-correcting within approximately seven minutes."
"Seven minutes is plenty of time for diplomatic panic," Rimuru pointed out, gesturing to the increasingly agitated representatives.
"A demonstration might help," Jeanne suggested, joining their impromptu crisis management team. "Show it's controlled rather than dangerous."
"Umu! A performance opportunity!" Nero declared, materializing with uncanny theatrical timing. Before anyone could stop her, she had bounded into the temporal distortion field, her movements immediately affected by the fluctuating time stream.
Rather than panicking, she adapted instantly, turning the chronal disruption into an impromptu dance performance—her movements flowing with the temporal shifts, sometimes accelerated, sometimes gracefully slowed. She coordinated with the surprised but adaptable Artoria, transforming what had been an alarming magical anomaly into what appeared to be a planned entertainment feature.
"Behold! The Imperial Dance of Eternity!" Nero announced grandly during a moment of normal time flow. "A special performance for our honored guests!"
The diplomatic representatives, uncertainty giving way to wonder, began to applaud this apparent masterpiece of magical choreography. Several even stepped closer for a better view, fascination replacing fear.
"Impressive improvisation," Durga noted, a ripple of amusement passing through her cosmic hair.
"Nero excels at transforming potential disasters into theatrical triumphs," Artoria observed during a brief return to normal time flow, somehow maintaining her dignity despite being caught mid-dessert consumption.
As Durga had predicted, the temporal anomaly began to stabilize after several minutes, the distortion fields collapsing in on themselves with a final shimmer of prismatic light. Nero and Artoria emerged from the effect to enthusiastic applause, the Emperor bowing deeply while the King of Knights maintained her stoic composure—though Rimuru noticed she had somehow managed to secure an additional plate of desserts during the disruption.
"Extraordinary performance!" declared the Blumund Kingdom's representative, approaching with genuine admiration. "Is this type of magical entertainment common in Tempest?"
"We strive for unique diplomatic experiences," Rimuru improvised smoothly. "Though each presentation is tailored to the specific gathering."
"Magnificent!" Nero agreed, seamlessly supporting the fiction. "Tonight's performance symbolizes how time itself bends in recognition of this historic gathering between nations!"
As the diplomatic representatives began discussing the "performance" with enthusiastic speculation about its metaphorical significance, Rimuru exchanged relieved glances with his legendary guests.
"Crisis averted," he murmured. "Though perhaps we should move the remaining desserts away from Lady Artoria as a precaution?"
"Unnecessary," Durga stated with cosmic certainty. "Probability of second anomaly: negligible. Desire satisfaction achieved."
"For now," Artoria added with dignified seriousness, though Rimuru noticed her eyes still occasionally drifting toward the remaining cakes.
As the diplomatic reception continued with renewed energy—the temporal "performance" having transformed political wariness into cultural fascination—Rimuru found himself reflecting on the strange turn his nation's fate had taken.
What had begun as a magical experiment gone wrong had somehow transformed into Tempest's most successful diplomatic endeavor yet. These four legendary women, each powerful enough to level kingdoms, had instead elevated Tempest's standing through their mere presence—and their surprisingly effective if unconventional diplomatic skills.
"You know," Jeanne observed quietly, joining Rimuru as he watched the gathering, "perhaps this summoning wasn't an accident after all."
"What do you mean?" Rimuru asked.
The Holy Maiden smiled gently. "In my experience, fate rarely makes true mistakes. Unexpected pathways, certainly—but always with purpose."
"You think we were meant to meet?" Rimuru considered the idea, watching as Nero entertained a circle of diplomats, Artoria engaged in serious discussion with military leaders, and Durga mystified a group of scholars.
"Four legendary queens from across dimensions, each with unique gifts that complement your nascent nation's needs?" Jeanne's violet eyes held knowing wisdom. "The chances seem... providential."
Before Rimuru could respond, Veldora bounded up to them, his human form practically vibrating with excitement.
"Rimuru! The dimensional calculations are beginning to make sense!" the Storm Dragon announced. "Great Sage Eren and I have been analyzing the summoning ritual, and we've identified the key variables!"
"You mean you understand how they were summoned?" Rimuru asked, hope rising.
"Better than that! We're beginning to understand how to potentially reverse the process," Veldora declared triumphantly. "Though it will require significant magical resources and perfect alignment of certain cosmic factors that Durga has been kind enough to explain."
Rimuru felt a complex mix of emotions at this news—relief at progress, yet also a strange reluctance. In just days, these four extraordinary beings had transformed Tempest in ways both challenging and beneficial.
"That's... excellent news," he said finally. "How soon could such a reversal be attempted?"
"Oh, not for at least several months," Veldora assured him cheerfully. "The celestial alignments won't be favorable until the winter solstice, and we'll need that time to gather the necessary magical components anyway."
"Several months," Rimuru repeated, feeling both concern and—surprisingly—relief at the timeline.
"Unless you're eager to be rid of us sooner?" came Artoria's voice as she joined their conversation, her expression carefully neutral.
"Not at all," Rimuru assured her quickly. "Your presence has been... transformative for Tempest. In mostly positive ways," he added with a slight smile.
"Mostly?" Artoria raised an elegant eyebrow.
"Our bathhouse renovation costs have increased significantly," Rimuru pointed out. "And our food budget has nearly tripled."
"Small prices for enhanced interdimensional standing," Jeanne suggested with gentle humor.
"And aesthetic improvements!" Nero added, somehow having sensed a conversation that might involve her contributions. "Your nation now bears the touch of imperial artistry! Priceless cultural elevation!"
"Cosmic alignment improvements," Durga contributed, drifting over to complete their circle. "Reality stabilization. Dimensional infrastructure reinforcement."
Looking at the four of them—the proud Emperor, the noble King, the divine Maiden, and the cosmic Goddess—Rimuru felt a surge of genuine appreciation despite the chaos they had brought.
"You know," he said thoughtfully, "a few more months of legendary queens might be exactly what Tempest needs."
"Of course it is!" Nero declared confidently. "Everything improves with imperial oversight!"
"Strategic alliances require time to mature," Artoria observed pragmatically.
"Fate rarely rushes its most important work," Jeanne added with a knowing smile.
"Time is relative," Durga concluded serenely. "Experiences matter more than duration."
As the diplomatic gathering continued around them—more successful than Rimuru could have possibly imagined—he realized that what had begun as magical disaster had transformed into something unexpectedly valuable. These four legendary women, so different yet each extraordinary in her own way, had become temporary citizens of his monster nation—bringing with them challenges, opportunities, and diplomatic advantages he never could have predicted.
For now, at least, the Queens of Tempest would continue their reign—and Rimuru suspected his nation would never be quite the same again.
Epilogue: Queens Ascendant
Three months after their unexpected arrival, the four legendary women had integrated themselves into Tempest life with varying degrees of adaptation and chaos—all somehow beneficial despite occasional property damage.
Artoria established a revolutionary swordsmanship academy, training Tempest's warriors in techniques that incorporated magical energy directly into physical combat. Under her stoic but effective guidance, the nation's defensive capabilities increased dramatically, while food vendors formed a cooperative support network specifically to maintain sufficient supplies for her legendary appetite.
Jeanne fostered unprecedented spiritual harmony, creating bridges between monster and human religious traditions that transformed Tempest into an unlikely center of theological innovation. The temple district flourished under her gentle guidance, drawing pilgrims and scholars from distant lands to study this unique spiritual integration.
Durga's cosmic adjustments to Tempest's "dimensional infrastructure" resulted in unusual magical stability, allowing mages to develop advanced techniques previously impossible. The observatory tower became a center for metaphysical research, despite (or perhaps because of) its non-Euclidean interior dimensions and tendency to occasionally show visitors glimpses of other realities.
And Nero... Nero transformed Tempest's cultural landscape completely. Under her enthusiastic artistic direction, the nation developed a distinctive architectural style that combined monster craftsmanship with classical influences and theatrical flair. Her "Imperial Theatre of Monster Artistry" became renowned across kingdoms, drawing visitors who initially came for the spectacle but left with transformed perceptions of monster civilization.
Together, they had elevated Tempest from an unusual monster nation to a genuine interdimensional power—not through conquest or intimidation, but through cultural, spiritual, and magical innovation that made them too valuable to threaten and too interesting to ignore.
As the winter solstice approached, bringing with it the celestial alignment necessary for their potential return, Rimuru found himself with increasingly mixed feelings. These four chaotic queens had become, against all odds, integral to Tempest's identity and success.
On the evening before the ritual, he found them gathered in the garden courtyard, each lost in her own thoughts beneath the starlit sky.
"Tomorrow comes the moment of decision," Jeanne observed as Rimuru joined them. "The path home opens, should we choose to take it."
"Indeed," Artoria agreed, her expression thoughtful. "Our worlds continue their stories without us, yet here we have found unexpected purpose."
"Umu! My imperial touch has barely begun transforming this realm to proper glory!" Nero declared, though her usual bombastic tone carried a hint of genuine attachment. "So many performances yet unstaged! So many architectural improvements still in planning!"
"Dimensional threads intersect in multiple configurations," Durga observed, her cosmic eyes reflecting starlight. "Choice creates new realities. Remaining or departing—both valid paths with divergent consequences."
"The choice must be yours," Rimuru told them sincerely. "Tempest has benefited immensely from your presence, but I won't keep you from your own worlds if you wish to return."
"Perhaps," Jeanne suggested with a gentle smile, "this is not a final choice, but merely a doorway. Once established, such pathways might be traversed again under the right circumstances."
"Interdimensional commuting?" Rimuru considered the idea with growing interest. "Is that possible?"
"With proper cosmic anchoring, probabilistic alignment becomes navigable," Durga confirmed, her spears performing a pattern that somehow illustrated the concept. "Difficult but achievable."
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Epilogue: Queens Ascendant (Continued)
The best approach would be stable anchor points on both sides," Artoria added, her tactical mind immediately grasping the practical implications. "Like established ports for dimensional travelers."
"Oh! We could create magnificent gateways!" Nero exclaimed, already gesturing grandly as she envisioned the possibilities. "Triumphal arches between worlds! Each designed with elements representing both realms! The artistic potential is boundless!"
"And think of the knowledge exchange," Jeanne mused. "Different worlds, different magics, different perspectives—all flowing together through controlled connections."
Rimuru found himself caught up in their enthusiasm. "So instead of a permanent return or permanent stay..."
"Fluid movement between realms," Durga completed his thought. "Cosmic bridges rather than closed doors."
"That settles it then!" declared a booming voice as Veldora emerged from the shadows, clearly having eavesdropped on their entire conversation. "We'll modify tomorrow's ritual to establish dimensional anchors rather than a one-way passage!"
"You've been lurking this whole time?" Rimuru asked, though he wasn't really surprised.
"Research purposes!" Veldora insisted with a completely unapologetic grin. "Besides, this is a much more interesting outcome than simple departure. Think of the experimental possibilities!"
"Is it truly feasible?" Rimuru directed the question to Durga, whose cosmic understanding of dimensional mechanics seemed most reliable.
The silver-haired goddess tilted her head in that characteristic way that suggested she was perceiving realities beyond their comprehension. "Feasible, yes. Complicated, certainly. Your Storm Dragon's enthusiasm exceeds his precision, but the fundamental concept is sound."
"I'll take that as a compliment!" Veldora declared.
"It wasn't intended as one," Durga replied serenely, "but acceptance is a valid perspective."
Nero laughed delightedly. "Then it's decided! Nero Claudius shall become Tempest's first interdimensional ambassador! Sharing imperial glory across multiple realms!"
"Ambassador," Artoria repeated thoughtfully. "An interesting concept. Our worlds could benefit from formal diplomatic connections, especially given the threats each faces."
"My France could certainly use allies who understand the true nature of magical conflicts," Jeanne agreed, her violet eyes reflective. "And the spiritual harmony you've developed here offers valuable lessons for worlds torn by religious division."
As they continued discussing the possibilities—voice growing more animated with each new idea—Rimuru watched them with growing appreciation. These four women, summoned by accident, had transformed from potential catastrophe to something remarkable: bridges between worlds, bringers of innovation, and now, perhaps, the first members of an interdimensional diplomatic corps.
"We'll need to establish protocols," Artoria was saying, already approaching the challenge with a ruler's organizational mind. "Scheduled crossings, formal documentation, emergency communication methods."
"And spectacular welcoming ceremonies!" Nero added. "First impressions between worlds must be properly magnificent! I shall design appropriate pageantry for each crossing!"
"Spiritual protection rituals would be advisable," Jeanne suggested. "To ensure travelers are shielded from dimensional transit effects."
"Cosmic harmonization necessary," Durga noted. "Regular realignment of gateway energies to prevent spatial deterioration."
The practicalities continued well into the night, their conversation eventually moving to Rimuru's study where maps were unfurled, diagrams drawn, and possibilities explored with growing excitement. Veldora contributed draconic knowledge of magical theory while Shuna, summoned to join them, offered administrative insights into how such an unprecedented program might be structured.
By dawn, as golden light spilled through the windows, they had constructed the framework for something entirely new: The Interdimensional Coalition of Realms, with Tempest as its first headquarters and their four legendary visitors as its founding representatives.
"It seems we've created a new interdimensional organization overnight," Rimuru observed, surveying the scattered papers covered in notes, diagrams, and Nero's occasionally overly-decorative illustrations.
"The best innovations often emerge from unexpected circumstances," Jeanne said with a gentle smile. "When different perspectives converge around a shared vision."
"And this vision has true merit," Artoria added, her emerald eyes reflecting the determination that had once united Britain. "Controlled connections between worlds offer strategic advantages far beyond simple alliances."
"And unprecedented artistic collaboration opportunities!" Nero declared, holding up her sketch of a proposed interdimensional gateway arch that somehow incorporated elements of Roman architecture, Tempest's organic aesthetic, and what appeared to be cosmic geometry suggested by Durga. "Think of the cultural exchange possibilities!"
"Reality strengthens through diversity," Durga observed, her orbiting spears shifting into a formation that somehow visually represented the concept. "Different dimensional frequencies resonating in harmonious coalition."
As preparations began for the modified ritual—now aimed at establishing stable connections rather than one-way transport—a festival atmosphere spread throughout Tempest. Citizens prepared farewell gifts for their distinguished visitors, though now tempered with the knowledge that these partings would likely be temporary.
That evening, as celestial alignments reached their optimal configuration, the central plaza filled with spectators. The ritual site had been prepared according to Durga's cosmic specifications, Veldora's magical calculations, and—inevitably—Nero's aesthetic enhancements.
The four queens stood at the cardinal points of an elaborate magical array, each representing their world's connection to this new interdimensional network. Rimuru and his closest advisors formed an outer circle, channeling magicules to power the unprecedented ritual.
"The alignment approaches perfection," Durga announced, her voice resonating with cosmic certainty. "Gateway formation commencing."
Power surged through the array, lines of magical energy brightening from blue to brilliant gold. The air above the circle shimmered, reality itself seeming to fold inward as the dimensional gateway began to form.
"Remember," Artoria called out over the building magical resonance, "this is not goodbye, but merely the establishment of proper channels between allies."
"Indeed! Nero shall return with spectacular frequency!" the Emperor declared, striking a dramatic pose even in the midst of serious magical work. "Bearing gifts and glory from Rome!"
"Faith transcends dimensional boundaries," Jeanne added with serene confidence. "Our connections will remain strong regardless of physical distance."
"Cosmic threads never truly separate," Durga observed. "Merely extend through different realities."
As the gateway stabilized—a shimmering portal that somehow showed glimpses of four different worlds simultaneously—each queen approached in turn to establish their personal connection with their home dimension.
Artoria went first, extending her hand toward the section of the portal that shimmered with the green hills of Britain. Magic flowed between them, establishing what Durga had called a "soul-anchored dimensional resonance"—a connection that would allow her to navigate between worlds.
Jeanne followed, her connection forming with a gentle golden light that linked her to the French countryside visible through her portion of the gateway.
Nero approached with characteristic dramatic flair, blowing kisses to the assembled crowd before establishing her connection to a Rome that gleamed with imperial splendor.
Finally, Durga created her link—a complex cosmic bridging that seemed to connect to multiple realities simultaneously, reflecting her multidimensional nature.
As the final connections stabilized, the gateway itself transformed, condensing into what appeared to be a permanent archway in the central plaza—an elegant structure that incorporated elements suggested by each of the four queens during their planning session.
"It is done," Durga announced, her cosmic eyes reflecting satisfaction. "The pathways are established. Dimensional transit now possible through controlled activation."
"So we can return home," Artoria confirmed, "and come back to Tempest when needed."
"Or when desired," Jeanne added with a warm smile. "For friendship as well as duty."
"Umu! Nero shall grace this realm with regular performances!" the Emperor declared. "No world should be deprived of imperial magnificence for too long!"
The crowd erupted in cheers and applause—partly in celebration of the successful ritual, but mostly in appreciation for these four extraordinary women who had transformed their nation in such unexpected ways.
As the formal ceremony concluded and celebrations spread throughout the city, Rimuru found himself standing with the four queens beside the newly created interdimensional gateway.
"I'm not sure Tempest will ever be the same after your visit," he told them sincerely. "You've changed us—mostly for the better, despite the occasional property damage."
"All great improvements require some reconstruction," Nero declared confidently. "A small price for imperial enhancement!"
"Your nation was already on a remarkable path," Artoria observed with rare warmth in her typically reserved expression. "We merely contributed different perspectives to your existing journey."
"Sometimes the greatest catalysts are those who see familiar challenges through unfamiliar eyes," Jeanne added thoughtfully. "You welcomed strangers and found allies—a lesson many worlds could benefit from learning."
"Cosmic convergence creates new probability paths," Durga stated, her hair rippling with what Rimuru now recognized as pleased amusement. "Your realm's trajectory now intersects with greater dimensional significance."
"Well, when you put it that way," Rimuru said with a smile, "I suppose accidental summonings have their benefits."
"Nothing is truly accidental when fate weaves complex patterns," Jeanne suggested with knowing wisdom.
"Or when the Storm Dragon meddles with ancient texts," Rimuru added dryly, glancing at Veldora who was currently demonstrating what he called "draconic dimensional theory" to an enthralled group of mages nearby.
"Competent meddling produces favorable outcomes occasionally," Durga observed with unexpected humor. "Statistical inevitability."
As the celebration continued around them, plans were already being made for their next gatherings—diplomatic exchanges, knowledge sharing, and cultural events that would flow through the newly established interdimensional pathways.
"I expect regular reports on your swordsmanship academy's progress," Artoria told Benimaru seriously. "Your students show remarkable potential, particularly in mana integration techniques."
"I would be honored to continue learning from your expertise, Your Majesty," the ogre warrior replied with genuine respect.
Nearby, Jeanne was engaged in earnest conversation with Shuna. "The temple garden modifications should be completed before my next visit. The harmonized prayer circle will amplify protective blessings across species boundaries."
"We've already begun incorporating your suggestions into the design," Shuna assured her. "The priestesses are particularly excited about the interspecies meditation techniques you've taught them."
Nero had cornered a group of Tempest's architects and artists, gesturing dramatically as she outlined her vision. "Remember, the theater's acoustics must account for monster hearing ranges! And the statuary should emphasize heroic elements while maintaining anatomical accuracy! Mostly accuracy... some artistic enhancement is appropriate for imperial representations!"
Even Durga had found her niche, surrounded by a mixture of mages and scientists who listened with rapt attention as she explained concepts that challenged their understanding of reality itself. "Dimensional layers function through resonant frequencies. Your magic already touches these frequencies instinctively. Conscious manipulation expands possibility space exponentially."
Watching these interactions, Rimuru felt a profound sense of satisfaction. What had begun as a magical accident had transformed into something remarkable—not just four powerful allies, but a fundamental expansion of what Tempest could become.
"You know," he commented to Diablo, who had materialized beside him with his usual perfect timing, "for all the chaos they've caused, I think I'm going to miss having them around full-time."
"Their influence remains even in their partial absence," the primordial demon observed with his elegant smile. "And interdimensional cooperation offers fascinating new possibilities for Tempest's development."
"True," Rimuru agreed. "Though I suspect our repair budget will still need regular adjustments during their visits."
"A small price for cosmic alignment and imperial enhancement," Diablo quoted with subtle humor.
As night fell over the celebration, stars shimmered above the newly created gateway—four particular constellations seeming to shine with special brightness, as if reflecting the four queens who had so unexpectedly entered their world and transformed it forever.
The Queens of Tempest would return to their own realms, but they would always remain connected to this nation of monsters and humans that had welcomed them—not as weapons or tools, but as allies, teachers, and friends.
And somewhere in the cosmic tapestry, fate wove new patterns around these unexpected connections—threads of possibility extending across dimensions, creating futures that none of them could yet imagine but all would help to shape.
The summoning that had gone so dramatically wrong had, in the end, gone unexpectedly right—proving that even in a world of monsters and magic, the most powerful force might simply be bringing the right people together at the right moment, regardless of which dimension they called home.
Bonus Scene: Royal Correspondence
Three months after the establishment of the Interdimensional Gateway...
Rimuru sat at his desk, sorting through the day's correspondence with a mixture of amusement and resignation. Governing a rapidly expanding monster nation was complicated enough; adding interdimensional communications had created entirely new categories of paperwork.
He picked up the first letter—elegantly bound in crimson silk and sealed with a wax emblem depicting a rose. The handwriting inside was elaborate to the point of being slightly difficult to read, with flourishes adorning nearly every letter.
To the esteemed Lord of Tempest, greetings from your Imperial ally!
Rome flourishes under my returned guidance, though many express puzzlement at my renewed existence! Such minor confusions are beneath imperial concern! I have established a "Tempest Cultural Exchange Program" that has already attracted significant attention among my subjects. Your monster cooking techniques have caused quite a sensation—particularly the use of magical ingredients in traditional recipes!
Construction has begun on our side of the interdimensional gateway plaza. I have commissioned statues representing our alliance—myself in heroic pose (naturally), you in your human form (more aesthetically pleasing for public display), and artistic interpretations of monster-human cooperation. The central fountain will feature roses that change color according to magical harmonics!
I shall return for the scheduled diplomatic exchange next month. Please ensure adequate performance space in the great hall—I have composed seven new odes celebrating our interdimensional friendship that simply must be performed with proper acoustics and lighting!
Eternally magnificent,
Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus
Emperor of Rome, Interdimensional Ambassador Extraordinary
P.S. My bath house redesigns have been implemented throughout Rome to great acclaim! Your nation's mineral spring techniques combined with Roman heating systems have created truly imperial bathing experiences! I have naturally named the finest new bath "The Tempest Thermae" in your honor!
Rimuru couldn't help smiling as he set aside Nero's letter. For all her grandiosity, the Emperor's enthusiasm for cultural exchange seemed genuinely productive. Reports indicated her frequent performances about Tempest had significantly improved monster-human relations in her realm.
The next correspondence was written in precise, elegant script on parchment of the highest quality, sealed with blue wax bearing the impression of a sword.
Lord Rimuru Tempest,
Formal greetings from Camelot. I trust this message finds you and your nation prospering.
The knight exchange program has proven remarkably successful. Sir Gawain has returned from his instructional visit with significant insights regarding monster combat techniques. He particularly praised Benimaru's approach to flame-infused swordsmanship, which complements Gawain's solar affinities effectively.
The training manuals your warriors provided have been incorporated into our knightly education. The chapter on "Adaptive Combat Against Diverse Physiologies" has proven especially valuable, as conventional human combat training rarely addresses opponents with non-humanoid anatomies.
On a strategic note, the magical communication mirrors function as intended, allowing for rapid consultation during emergencies. This technology alone justifies our continued alliance.
I have taken the liberty of sending several of Camelot's master blacksmiths to study under your craftsmen, particularly those with monster lineages whose metallurgical techniques differ from human traditions. In exchange, I've dispatched our finest armorers to share enchantment methods that may prove useful for your defensive forces.
I shall return for the scheduled council meeting on the equinox. Please convey my regards to your kitchen staff—their efforts during my previous visit were commendable.
With respect and alliance,
Artoria Pendragon
King of Knights
P.S. Merlin has expressed interest in examining your magical research archives. I advise caution and supervision should you permit this, as his curiosity often exceeds prudent boundaries.
Rimuru made a mental note to strengthen the protective wards around the more volatile magical research before this "Merlin" visited. Anyone who concerned even Artoria warranted extra precautions.
The third letter was written in flowing script on simple but fine paper, sealed with golden wax bearing the impression of a banner.
Dear Lord Rimuru,
Blessings upon you and your wonderful nation. The spring has brought new growth to France, much as your influence has brought new understanding to our people.
The interfaith council you helped us establish has made remarkable progress. Representatives from different spiritual traditions now meet regularly in what we've named "The Tempest Circle," sharing insights across religious boundaries in ways previously unimaginable. Your example of monsters and humans worshipping together has inspired similar cooperation here.
The healing techniques your shamans shared have been successfully integrated with our faith-based medicine. The children's hospital in Orleans now employs both human priests and visiting monster healers, with results that many call miraculous.
I've enclosed seeds from blessed plants grown in monastery gardens. Your agricultural specialists may find their properties interesting—they respond unusually well to magical nurturing while retaining their divine connections.
The young priestesses I mentioned will arrive through the gateway next week for their educational exchange. Please thank Shuna for agreeing to oversee their introduction to monster spiritual traditions.
With faith and friendship,
Jeanne d'Arc
Holy Maiden of Orleans
P.S. The tapestries depicting our shared adventures have been completed and will be delivered during my next visit. The artisans incorporated both human and monster artistic techniques, creating something truly unique that I believe you'll appreciate.
The final communication wasn't exactly a letter. It appeared to be normal parchment at first glance, but the writing shifted and changed as Rimuru watched, the symbols rearranging themselves into different languages and occasionally into mathematical equations or geometric patterns that seemed to extend beyond the physical boundaries of the page.
After several transformations, it settled into readable text:
Slime Sovereign,
Cosmic alignments proceed as calculated. Interdimensional stability within acceptable parameters. Gateway harmonics maintaining resonance across multiple reality layers.
Your mages progress in understanding dimensional mechanics. Conceptual limitations diminishing. Cognitive frameworks expanding appropriately.
Star charts sent previously require recalibration during next equinox shift. Updated calculations enclosed in dimensional pocket attached to this communication. Extract with reversed mana flow.
Have consumed corruption nodes in three adjacent dimensions connected to yours. Karmic balance improved. Probability flows stabilized. Your realm's integration into wider dimensional tapestry proceeding efficiently.
Will return when Neptune enters retrograde alignment with quantum subharmonics of your moon's third phase.
Reality continues,
Durga
[The letter contains no conventional postscript, but the border of the parchment features intricate patterns that, when viewed from certain angles, appear to show moving images of cosmic bodies and dimensional gateways.]
Rimuru set down Durga's communication with a mixture of fascination and mild headache. He'd need Great Sage Eren to translate the "dimensional pocket" and its contents, but the overall message seemed positive—if characteristically cryptic.
As he gathered the correspondence together, he reflected on how thoroughly these four extraordinary women had transformed Tempest's place in the wider multiverse. What had begun as a magical accident had evolved into a network of interdimensional connections that strengthened his nation in ways he could never have anticipated.
There would undoubtedly be challenges ahead—diplomatic complications, cultural misunderstandings, and the inevitable chaos that accompanied any gathering of such powerful personalities. But as the afternoon sun streamed through his office window, illuminating the intricate model of the interdimensional gateway that now stood at the center of Tempest's plaza, Rimuru couldn't help feeling that the future had never looked more interesting.
And in a world of monsters, magic, and interdimensional queens, "interesting" was perhaps the greatest compliment of all.