Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken Sub Indo
tensei shitara slime datta ken Volume 7(Prologue: The Magic-Born Memorial)

Clayman is dead. But when Laplace delivered the news to

the group that gathered before him, his reaction was stunned in silence.

“You lied! There's no way that could happen!”

This Footman is screaming in panic now, but no one can

find it yourself to see things his way. Laplace always did

aloof, relaxed, never anyone to express that emotion

actually was. But his face says it all. This is not the joker they are

all know — she really hangs her head shyly in front

them. That's all they need to know that Clayman is really and really dead.

“...Last night, that Walpurgis Council night, I lost connection with Clayman,”

Kazalim said sadly as Teare sobbed nearby. “My connection with

someone I see as my own son. It could only mean one thing

for him — deaths. I don't want to admit it to myself. Even

now, Laplace, after what you told us, I'm filled with

stubborn refusal to admit it..”.

“This is my fault,” a boy with black hair with

sorry regrets. “I think the demon lord is a child. I need to be more careful.

Gather more intelligence and take action. ”

There were ten demon lords in all, looking down on the world from above the peak

their height. But even in such an intoxicating region, each of them had different strengths and weaknesses. Applicability

The Demon Dominate who seemed to succeed from the Clayman in the minds of the demon lords Milim

cause it to forget that important fact — and even worse,

made him believe that he could rule all his nobles. That's too

rash

“If you will say it like that,” answered Laplace, lighten the atmosphere

in a joking tone, “I was the one who suggested it to the man.

I didn't

ever thought for a moment it turned out like this, no, that's not what matters

now it's. Plus, you have to admit it — Clayman is too stupid to

his own kindness this time. I told him not to let down

his vigilance, but he was carried away by it, and it exploded on him. All

the one there.”

“Laplace!” Grumpy Footman. “You can't talk about him like that!”

“I'm just telling the truth. He's weak, he's carried away, and

now he's dead.”

“Laplace!!”

Letting his anger defeat him, the Footman takes a swing at the

Laplaces. His fist went into the cheek of his target; laplace did not bother to avoid it.

But that's all. Laplace remained where he stood, his eyes turning towards

his attacker.

“Oh, what, you want to go, Footman? All right, so my guest!”

He let out a relaxed smile as he mocked the Footman, all daring him

to focus his anger on her. Kazalim looked through it.

“Stop, you two!” He roared, stopping them both. “This is

a sad opportunity for each of us.”

“He was right,” added the boy. “Why are you playing the bad guy alone here,

A laplace? It's not like you. If anyone played that role, I should

who hired you all. ”

“Ah..” Now Footman realizes it. Laplace deliberately lured him. “Pardon

me, Laplace.”

“...Well, it's okay. But you know, Friend — and You too, President of Your —

really mean, isn't it? I'm trying to be a villain here, so how

if not let the cat out of the bag?

He rubbed his cheek while constantly complaining. But something about the view

it was so funny that it really lightened the mood of — if only a little.

Returning to control their emotions, the magic-born discussed what to do

done next. Wailing about the misfortune, Kazalim reasoned,

will do nothing to realize Clayman's goal. Talks

they become harder, more serious.

“...I can't tell you what happened there, but like

said by demon lord Valentine, Clayman must have died during the Council. Him

no mention of who did it,..”

“It's a pity I couldn't beat him from that statement..”.

“No, Laplace. I'm glad to see you're still breathing, at least.”

“Ahh, I'm just lucky. It just so happened to be a new moon, and with a vampire, Valentine

he is at the end of his power.

We're in a sacred place to boot. Lotteries

Holiness filled the atmosphere. That's the only reason my attack could work.”

No one doubted Laplace's words. Laplace only managed to defeat

Valentine, whose power was on par with Kazalim in the past, thanks to some

overlapping factors that benefit him.

Plus, Laplace is

the second was after Kazalim with brutal force. His role as vice president

Moderate Jester is not an empty position — he has the power to

endorsing it. That was why everyone in the room was so ready to accept

laplace's astonishing victory — and thus, talks

continued, without anyone noticing the lies lurking in between

his words.

“But this is quite a puzzle,”

“You could say so,” murmured Kazalim. “We lost our base of operation

give it to Clayman, his army, his treasure. Losing that

shocking.” The boy agreed.

“A-what do you mean?” Ask Teare. “Did the demon king kill Clayman or not,

we still have the base, don't we"

still have every chance to regroup and attack once

again, right? We still have Adalmann, that crazy Saint, patrolling the ground

that's. A powerful king like him is as powerful as the rest of us — and

the curse you gave him is as active as ever, isn't it, President?”

Kazalim exchanged glances with the boy before slowly, painfully,

opened mouth.

“The complex I gave Clayman fell yesterday, just

in one night.

That slime, of all people, sent a small attacking force

to break. ”

“Huhhh?” Laplace reacted.

“No!” Shouted Teare.

“You're kidding!” Footman Protests. “So the magic-born I saw on that battlefield

not even the full power that Rimuru— has Ah, wait a minute.” Him

looked up for a moment. “Wait, wait, I remember that crystal..”.

“True.” The boy nodded. “Pictures your Laplace— took

saw the ogre witch there, didn't she? I think it's safe to say that

each of them is a special class threat on the battlefield.”

Footman was silent, mouth agape.

“...Really?” Teare whispers. No one answered.

”However,” reports Kazalim, “si Slime Rimuru is in battle. I thought he was

making that showdown with us as a ruse so that he can seize

clayman's own residence. For someone of his caliber, it was not impossible

to imagine him breaking through our defensive line.” Now the whole

the room began to realize how unpleasant the situation was. “That's

why,” said the boy, “I think we need to reconsider the destination

we.”

With most of their military forces gone, he reasoned, every step of the way

strategic needs to be avoided for now.

Clayman's death was a blow

psychological seriousness to all who know him. But fortunately, they

not losing everything. They still have resources that they haven't

used to spread risk, as well as the groups they have planted

deep in the West. Plus, the political influence they have on

behind the scenes with both groups was still as strong as ever.

Maybe they

they had no physical strength, but they had intelligence gathering experts who

deployed across the country, laying out scouts to measure each direction

the country.

For the boy, who had started with nothing and so far, it was still possible

to make a comeback. So that's why...

“...For now, we should lie down. It's embarrassing about Clayman, but we

not having enough strength to try to take revenge on the demon

lords. If we want to achieve our ultimate goal of conquering the world, I think we need to

be patient for now.” His listeners agreed.

“Quite right. We have made great strides over the last ten years.

Maybe it planted the seed of pride in all of us. ”

“Yes. That's why Clayman remembers him for pulling all the crap

that..”

“Good. I hate to say it, but do anything rashly now

it might make things worse. ”

“I hesitate to accept it myself, but I admit it is the best choice

we are for now.”.

The boy giggled slightly as the magic-borns all offered

their consent. “Ha ha ha! Oh, stop me for a second, Footman,” he chuckles,

patting his shoulder. “I still have all of you — best cards in my hand.

I can't lose you guys to stray shots in the dark, too.”

This was something he really meant and also the main reason behind

his decision. He needs to make sure everyone is on the same page

with him, or he was afraid at least one would let their anger go

get the best of them.

Footman knows it very well— and

he knew he had to accept it.

“I know, buddy. Better put it in the bottle for now, so we

can let it erupt completely later.”

He understands that. Losing his cold demeanor and quarreling with the cadres

demon lords would only spell the end of his life. He had to accept the boy's excuse

that

The boy, who appreciated this, looked at the magic-born gathered in

ahead of him. “But, hey, it's no fun being a boxing bag all the time, right?

Maybe we won't do anything, but we can say a lot.

That slime took Clayman with everything he had, and I think I know

how to reply a little.” He smirked a little unpleasant.

“How do you mean?” Ask Kazalim.

“There was something unusual on that slime,” the boy replied, grinning happily.

“Only in a few years, he has built a great new strength. Difficult

for me to believe, and in any normal situation, we would never want to

defied it. So let's wait and see a little, huh? And then to do that,

I have something I want to use.”

“Oh, good.” Laplace shrugged his shoulders. “Your other little scheme? At least that

beat you ordered myself to do other crazy tricks, like

which you usually do. Hopefully I can stay present for this one, accept

love.”

For the time being, those magic-borns withdrew from the public eye, descending to a sort of

ancient darkness - sharpening their fangs for a day of vengeance

destined, whenever it came