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Standing still, Shion glanced at the threads binding her and spoke with clear impatience.
"Is that it?"
"Is this your move? Your full power?"
She looked up at Clayman.
"It's too weak."
"You don't deserve the title of Demon Lord, Clayman."
With that, Shion flexed slightly.
The binding threads snapped.
She returned to a free state as if nothing had ever restrained her.
Clayman's eyes widened.
"Why... why doesn't my ultimate curse work?" he shouted. "This is a curse that can even control Demon Lords!"
He couldn't accept what was happening.
But what he found even harder to endure was Shion's gaze.
That calm, dismissive look.
"You said I don't deserve to be a Demon Lord?"
"Bastard."
"Unforgivable."
"I'll kill you myself!"
Roaring, Clayman tore off his clothes, exposing his upper body. As the fabric flew away, various tools clattered to the ground. It was obvious he had no intention of relying on tricks anymore.
From his back, two pairs of jet-black armored arms extended once again.
"Enough."
"Enough of everything."
"Bound by the title of Demon Lord, I forced my skills to become refined. Elegant. Worthy of appearances."
"But now..."
"That's enough!"
All six arms clenched and unclenched. Fingers twitched.
Clayman's face twisted with excitement.
"This feeling... how long has it been since I last felt it?"
"How nostalgic."
"I'll crush you with my own hands!"
He pulled out a mask symbolizing ecstasy and pressed it onto his face.
Shion smiled.
"Oh?"
"You finally look like you have some substance."
"That makes me see you in a new light."
"I am Shion. Lord Rimuru's personal secretary."
"I'll be your opponent."
She announced herself plainly.
Clayman laughed harshly.
"Demon Lord?"
"No."
"I am the Ecstatic Clown, Clayman."
"I will kill you, Demon Shion!"
With that, both of them vanished.
They collided again.
Clayman, revealing his true nature, was powerful.
At this moment, he unleashed continuous waves of magic. His original hands manipulated ominous black silk beams. The two arms above his back wielded an axe and a hammer. The two below held a sword and a shield.
Magic and physical attacks overlapped.
Relentless.
He intended to overwhelm Shion completely.
But Shion was stronger.
Blessed.
She raised her odachi, Goriki-maru.
The sword strike was parried.
The shield shattered.
Her blade came down in a direct, crushing arc, smashing the axe and hammer apart.
Her strength came from her unique skill, Oni-fication.
As for the destruction of weapons-
That came from her combat-focused development of the "Cook" skill.
Shion had no talent in cooking.
But in combat, she was a genuine genius.
In front of her, Clayman had no chance.
Even after revealing his true power, he was still completely suppressed.
He crossed the four iron arms behind him, desperately trying to block her fists.
They broke.
One after another.
Then Shion's fist slammed into his stomach.
Clayman was sent flying.
The outcome was decided.
Clayman lay on the ground, groaning. His body was close to collapse. Death loomed.
But he wasn't ready to die.
From the side, Shirou Emiya observed quietly. He couldn't help but marvel at Shion's straightforward nature. She hadn't even considered leaving Clayman alive for them.
Still, Rimuru had other plans.
Clayman would not die by Shion's hand.
Shirou Emiya simply waited.
Desperate, Clayman began his final struggle.
"Milim!"
"Milim, what are you doing?!"
"Why aren't you attacking? Why haven't you wiped them out?!"
Only then did he notice Veldora.
On the far side of the space, Veldora was clashing with Milim.
Their battle was intense.
And strangely captivating.
Veldora unleashed one flashy move after another.
Moves Shirou Emiya recognized immediately.
Straight from anime.
"To reproduce anime techniques in reality," Shirou Emiya muttered, "you really live up to your reputation, chuunibyou dragon."
"Who is that guy?"
"He can fight Milim evenly?"
"Him?"
"That's Veldora."
Clayman stared.
He hadn't recognized him at all.
Rimuru walked over and stopped in front of Clayman.
Didn't hide his pride.
"Didn't I tell you before?" Rimuru said calmly. "Veldora and I are friends."
"I may just be a slime."
"But I have powerful friends."
"Friends who are sincere."
"Unlike you."
"You can only control your subordinates with fear and manipulation."
"No wonder none of them are loyal to you."
"You're a failure, Clayman."
"You... you bastard!"
Rimuru's words shattered what little sanity Clayman had left.
He screamed.
"Milim!"
"Where is Milim?!"
"Obey my command!"
"Activate Rampaging Berserk!"
"Kill everyone here!"
The moment those words left his mouth, Rimuru tensed.
Even several Demon Lords seated nearby stiffened.
That was Milim.
Just as tension reached its peak, Milim spoke.
With a smile.
"Why would I do that?"
"Rimuru is my big sister."
The world froze.
Clayman froze.
Rimuru froze.
"You weren't controlled?" Clayman croaked.
"Oh my," Milim said cheerfully. "So Rimuru-neechan really believed it?"
"That's hilarious."
"Yes," Shirou Emiya said, bursting into laughter as he watched. "It really is."
"Shirou!" Rimuru shouted. "You knew too?!"
"Of course," Shirou Emiya replied easily. "It was obvious at a glance."
"I thought you would've figured it out as well."
"After all, you have the Lord of Wisdom."
"The Lord of Wisdom must have seen through it immediately."
Rimuru's expression stiffened.
"...Of course I knew," Rimuru said.
He forced a smile.
Inside his mind, the Lord of Wisdom's cold, scornful voice echoed.
And that smile...
didn't quite hold.
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